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xxchaosjojoxx · 3 days

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Truth or dare

A/N: i had so much fun writing it and played the Song "Kissing u" by Miranda Cosgrove nonstop. Purple text passages are from the song. Hope you enjoy it <3 it is not proofread and pls remember english isnt my first language.

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“Now dance baby.” Shachi laughed out loud.

Ikkaku turned around. “I will get you for this, believe me.”

Ikkaku, Shachi, Penguin and I had our game night. After we played some cards, Shachi had the idea to play some truth or dare. Shachi dared Ikkaku to dance on top of a table.

“Why did I agree to play this stupid game?”

“Because you both refused to play strip poker with us.” Shachi winked at Ikkaku and me.

“Yeah but it was because we didn’t wanna see any of you guys naked.”

I said and Pen and Shachi pretended to be shocked. “Ouch, that hurts.” Said Penguin dramatically.

“Oh Come on y/n who can say no to this body?” Shachi answered and showed his biceps.

“Any human with a decent brain.” said Ikkau and we laughed. “At least we can play poker.” Pen pointed at me with a goofy grin.

Ikkaku jumped down from the table. “So now who’s turn is it? What about you Pen? Truth or dare?”

Penguin hummed while thinking about the options. “I go for a dare.”

Ikkau grinned. “You have to make a sandwich and give it to our captain after this round.” While we snickered, Pen looked afraid. “Are you crazy? He will kill me.”

“He won’t kill you Pen. You just have to clean the deck for 3 or 4 weeks if you’re lucky.”

Pen let his head fall. Shachi patted him on the back “Come on man. You can dare Ikkaku to help you.”

Penguin sighed. “Ok Shachi, truth or dare?”

“Wait, why is it my turn?” - “Because you had to back me up and you didn’t”

“I’ll go with truth then.” Ikkau and I mumbled a “Coward” and earned an angry gaze from Shachi.

“Do you have a crush on someone right now?” Penguin asked him. Shachi looked confused. “A Crush? Dude I have a crush on every beautiful woman out there. But sadly there aren’t any beautiful women for me right now.”

“Aren’t we lucky, Ikkaku?” You giggled and Pen and Ikkaku joined you by laughing a little louder.

“Haha funny, y/n. You are so bold today. So truth or dare?”

“Dare. I am bold except for you.”

You could hear an “ohhh” from Ikkaku and Penguin.

“If you are so bold, then I dare you to kiss one of us except for Ikkaku.” Shachi said while wiggling with his eyebrows.

“Well this isn’t a hard choice then.” I said and crawled towards Penguin.

Penguin gulped as I moved closer to him. He and I were really close. Since I joined the crew a few months ago, he and I were besties after only 2 minutes. So it is the safest choice, right?

“Ohh is this love?” asked Sachi. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be stupid. He is the only decent guy available right now.”

“But not just a peck, y/n.” I turned my head towards Shachi and I gave him a puzzled look.

“The kiss should be on the lips and at least for 10 seconds.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No problem.” I turned towards Penguin.

“Is this ok?” Pen gulped and fiddled with his hands. “Ehh sure… I guess.” he blushed a little. He looked really cute right now. I’ve never saw him so nervous.

I touched his shoulder with my hands and closed the gap between us.

His lips were soft and warm.

Sparks fly, it's like electricity

I felt his lips moving slightly and one of his hands at the back of my head.

Why do I feel so warm inside and why can’t I stop?

'Cause when I'm kissin' you, my senses come alive

Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find

Shachi’s voiced echoed in my ear “Time’s up.”

I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. Penguin was the one who pulled away but just enough so our lips wouldn’t connect anymore. I opened my eyes and tried to look him into his eyes. Our noses were still touching. His gaze was on me. Did I do something wrong? I couldn’t read his expressions and crawled back to my place.

“Now that was a kiss. Your turn y/n.”

I lift my fingers to touch my lips. I could still feel his lips on me.

Shachi snapped his fingers before my face. “Earth on y/n. Are you ok?”

I shrieked. “Y-Yes of course.” My eyes tried to find Penguin, but he looked away from me, fumbling with his hands, avoiding looking in my direction. “Pen has to do his dare before we continue.” I just said and Penguin stood up. “Right. Well guys, wish me luck, that captain won’t kill me.”

As soon as Pen left for the kitchen, I stood up as well and went with a “I need to catch some fresh air” outside.

I leaned towards the railing and sighed. My heart was beating so fast during the kiss, I thought it would explode.

A person was standing next to me without even realizing it.

“Everything ok?”

I stumbled back and nearly fell on the ground, but thankfully Ikkaku catched my arm fast enough.

“Woah. The kiss must be pretty good if you space out like this. A penny for your thoughts?”

I looked at Ikkaku and shrugged my shoulders again. “I have no idea. It felt like a spark. It was soft and warm. This kiss felt...just right. Like what is this? I can’t stop thinking about his lips. I wanna feel them on me again. I can’t stop it. I just…” I groaned.

“You are blushing right now.”

I looked at her “I am? B-But how? What is going on? Penguin and I are friends. Why am I reacting like this?”

“Maybe you like him”

“Of course I like him.

“No I mean. You like like him.”

I was confused. “But why now? I never felt like this. Maybe it’s just attraction?”

Ikkaku smiled at me. “Maybe. Maybe it is a hidden crush coming to the surface. I mean you both are really close.”

My face heated up. I tried to hide my red cheeks with my hands.

“HEY! Are you guys coming back for another round?” We heard Penguin behind us. As we turned around he was coming towards us. “You are alive.” Ikkaku said and Pen grinned. “Yeah he hasn't seen it yet.” Penguin looked at me with a hint of worry. “Is everything ok? Are you going to be sick?” His hand touched my forehead. “I guess you got a fever. Come on, let’s get you to the captain to check on you.” I slapped his hand away.

“I…I have to go.” I said and ran away.

Penguin was slightly confused. “What is going on with her? I was just worried?” he pouted and mumbled to himself.

Penguin turned towards Ikkaku. “Do you think she catched a cold?”

Ikkaku grinned. “I guess you could call it ‘catching a cold’.“ Pen tilted his hand, scratching his cheeks.

“Say Pen, I am curious how was the kiss with y/n?” Ikkaku asked with amusement.

The young man looked at her before grinning and blushing a little bit. “Curiosity kills the cat, y’know?”

“Oh come on, dude.” He laughed a soft laugh. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind catching a cold as well.”

Before Ikkaku could answer, both of them saw a giant blue orb around them.

“Oh No.” Said Penguin and tried to get a few steps back. “Come with me, Penguin. NOW!” Both of them could hear the cold and calm voice of their captain Trafalgar Law. You could hear a “HELP” escape from Penguin as Captain Law shambles him inside the Polar Tang. Ikkaku closed her eyes and started a little prayer. “It was nice knowing you, my brother.”

You hid under your blankets, still feeling the steady sound of your beating heart. The moment he touched your forehead it was too much for you. You had a few crushes in your past but it was nothing too serious. Of course you flirted with a few people whenever you docked on an island and visited a bar with Ikkaku or the chaos duo. Hell you even flirt with your crew, especially with Shachi and Penguin. Never ever did you feel like that. You couldn’t stop thinking about Penguin and his cute smiles. The way his lips taste like the chocolate you found earlier in the fridge. “I only find him attractive. That’s it. After I sleep a bit, everything will be back to normal.”

Sleep didn’t help you at all. After your duties you went on the deck and saw Penguin cleaning the whole Polar Tang. “Never mess with the captain.” you thought and started to observe the man with the penguin hat who was working the whole day.

Penguin stopped in his tracks just for him to open his zipper and took off his boiler suit, til the point it was hanging around his hips. You could see he was wearing a black tank top underneath and the sweat that was forming on his skin. He took his hat off for a second to wipe away the sweat on his forehead before putting his hat on again.

It was the first time you saw him without his hat. Yeah you only saw his back figure and it was for a second, but you saw it. You stared at every one of his movements. It was hypnotizing and you felt addicted.

He turned himself around a little bit to stretch his arms and you got a glimpse of his abs you didn’t even know he would have. You gulped and couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Every single subtle glisten of sweat on his skin was way too interesting for you. His muscles, his cute little smile. He looked so radiant and by the time your mind had processed, he waved towards you.

And have you noticed I lose my focus

And the world around me disappears

“Do you enjoy the view?” He shouted towards me and grinned. Oh god, how long did I stare at him? How long did he stand there and noticed me?

Embarrassment immediately washed over you, as you tried to hide yourself.

Penguin walked towards you, a warm hand resting on your forehead. “Are you feeling better?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice. You looked at him. Really looked at him.

I have never felt nothing like this

You're making me open up

No point even trying to fight this

It kinda feels like it's love

You just nodded. And a wide smile appeared on his face. “I’m glad that you are doing better. You got me worried. So what are you doing here? Except for staring?” He smirked at you and you felt the heat back on your cheeks. “I thought I could help you with it. Cleaning the Polar Tang.”

The sweet sound of his laughter made your heart jump a little.

“But you didn’t even dare me to do it. It should've been Ikkaku or Shachi.”

“I still want to help you.” You both stared at each other silently. The air was thick around you both. “You could dare me to help you, y’know?”

He looked up and down at you. You did the same and your eyes traveled down to his lips. How much you wanted to taste them again. You automatically licked over your own lips. But you still had an inner fight. Is it attraction? Could it be a crush? You didn’t know and wouldn’t play neither with his nor your feelings. You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. It feels like just making eye contact would scream that you might like him as more than just friends.

“You could kiss me again if you like to.” You focused on him. Did you hear it correctly? You were looking for a sign of him, telling you it’s a joke, but he was looking at you with a little smirk. “If I can help you with your inner monologue, it is. It can just be a peck on the cheeks. Like this.” He calmly said and blew me a soft kiss on my right cheek.

“Do I distract you?” His husky voice sent me a shiver . “Yeah but you’re my favorite distraction.” I slapped my hand towards my mouth. The words slipped my mouth.

Penguin leaned his head on my shoulder as he was mumbling. “I’m trying to keep my cool here. Do you know how tempting you’re being right now?”

You could hear your heart loud and clear. Could Penguin hear it too? It was so loud. He was so close to you.

“Keep talking like that and I might end up falling in love with you by accident.” You wanted to sound calm but your voice cracked.

You could feel him grinning on your shoulder. Before he backed down and looked at you. “Maybe I want this ‘accident’ to happen. If you still feel unsure about everything, maybe you should go for ‘truth’ then.”

I gulped and nodded my head.

Penguin stood before me, humming. “Did you feel different when you kissed me? In a positive way?” I nodded and his face came closer towards mine. He leaned in and I felt his lips brush against my ear. With hot breath his lips parted and he whispered, “Do you want to kiss me again?” Your cheeks are just as flushed as his own. His hand trailing his fingers up your side. One Hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the other holding the back of your head. Like yesterday. Without waiting for your response, Penguin tugged you forwards by the back of your head and your lips crushed to his. This time it was not soft anymore but heated, intense but still sweet.

When I'm kissin' you, it all starts making sense

And all the questions I've been asking in my head

Like are you the one, should I really trust

Crystal clear, it becomes when I'm kissin' you

As you both pulled apart your pupils blown wide, your cheeks bright red you looked at him.

“I guess I got my answers.” You smiled lightly and Penguin smirked as well.

He was holding your face in both hands. “If I knew you would feel like I do, I would have dared you a long time ago to kiss me myself.” And with that he kissed you again.

As you both pulled apart for the second time he was grinning. “Do you wanna see me naked now?” He laughed and caught you off guard. “Of course I do.” -”Huh wait what?” He was confused by your sudden answer but was interrupted by you closing the gap between you two.

#one piece #penguin one piece #penguin x reader #op penguin x reader #fluff #one piece x reader #x reader #female reader

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dccomicsbracket · 2 days

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Motivations:

Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle)

My man has no idea what's going on throughout his entire movie. He's possessed by a homicidal bug from outer space. He is the official successor of a guy who REALLY wanted to be possessed by the outer space bug but couldn't get it past management and just decided to fake it till he made it with his billionaire budget. His family loves him. His suit is iconic. Sometimes his little outer space bug just goes "hey lil mama lemme whisper in your ear" and then it forcibly takes control of his body and tries to murder people. But also it loves him <3 I think he deserves to win, personally The writers were like "What if the teen superhero had parents that were alive and loving and not criminals" and proceeded to make the most wholesome guy. He power of friendship-ed a homicidal murder ai into being good. His darkest power fantasy is becoming a dentist. Lex Luthor tried and failed to turn him evil so hard he killed him about it, because that was easier. Also his costume kicks so much ass that the main thing that changes about it between redesigns is the eye colour. It's just that good. the 2006-2009 blue beetle run is not only my favorite dc comic, but one of my favorite comics period. it flips so many typical superhero tropes on their heads and does it well. jaime is an incredibly kind and well-written character and his relationship with his family and friends is so touching. Jaime is the perfect blend of goofy and sad, street-level and cosmic, kind and flawed. He was forced into becoming a hero by the weight of a legacy he didn't even know existed and a presence in his mind that would have him become a weapon. Before he even figured out his powers, he was hauled into space by established superheroes to deal with a Crisis and then left for dead for a year while his loved ones mourned him. His primary guides for his first solo were the hostile AI fused to his spine, a mercenary biker who only stuck around to see if he had to kill Jaime, and his normal parents. His greatest power fantasy was becoming a dentist because the power he already has over people's lives was crushing him. And yet, through all of that, his family and his culture and the mundane reality of being a teenager in El Paso were enough to keep him grounded. Read Blue Beetle 2006 and you will understand why Jaime is my son.

Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy)

Most 90s person ever, to the point that in the Reign of the Supermen movie they establish that he was basically raised on sitcoms from that era and has at least somewhat based his mannerisms on the characters. All of that mess serves to distract from a compelling story about a kid with identity struggles who has been constantly exploited by the adults in his life. He is a good friend (even basically being the mom friend in Young Justice '98) and I'll never stop being mad about how much they changed him in the TV show. His solo shows a lot of toxic elements of child stardom and how kids are taken advantage of. He doesn't have a name beyond Superboy for a decent portion of his solo until Superman gives him his name, Kon-El. I just like him a lot.

#dc comics #poll #best of dc no batfam poll #jaime reyes #blue beetle #conner kent #kon-el #superboy

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kiwikipedia · 1 year

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Li Shuwen is so much actually. He’s in his ‘heyday of youth’ which is 0% helpful. He’s a theater nerd. He might’ve chewed on rocks in his spare time. He was sold to an opera group as a child. He might’ve actually run away. He’s 70 years old. He appeared in a Grail War 10 years after he died. No one could beat him in a fight so they killed him by poison. He basically had a severed arm collection during the Mooncell War. His Gail Wish is to fight himself. A ton of his voice lines point to him being a masochist. He was once kept like an indoor cat by the First Emperor of China. Julius B. Harwey thinks he’s weird because he enjoys fighting to the death and killing. He is 160 years old. He’ll correct someone who calls him an assassin by saying he’s a professional killer. He complains about saving his allies. He showed up in America just to fight Scáthach. He betrayed Nero and Hakuno just for fun. He’s ridiculous levels of Just Some Guy. He’s the definition of a mean bisexual. He’s so self deprecating yet so confident. He has Childhood trauma from theatre resulting in a bad leg. He thinks Julius B. Harwey is weird for not feeling anything when he kills. He was uninvited to all martial arts events because he kept killing people. He and Beowulf had the gayest interaction in America. His wardrobe is incomprehensible. He claims he can’t deal with kids. He was a teacher. One of his greetings is telling Hakuno not to worry why he smells like blood. He’s the oldest “lily” we have. His Noble Phantasm, No Second Strike, hits three times. It also only hits once. Sometimes it causes an explosion. He offers to assassinate you because a mini Nobu fed and housed him. He once made Elizabeth Bathroy go through an existential crisis. It’s possible he is freaked out by ghosts. He straight up told you he’d kill you if he stuck around with your team in America. It’s implied he gets drunk in the afternoon.

For a man who gets very little traction in GO now days he sure is a lot.

#he is my goofy little guy I love him so much #he’s shown up a moderate amount but he’s got a lot in there outside of GO that’s just wolf #wild #this is a mix of historical 'fact' and fate fact he is so fucking insane #fgo #fate #fate go #fate grand order #fate extella #fate extra #kiwiki plays fate #li shuwen #fgo li shuwen #fate li shuwen #Kiwiki Speaks

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ibeewashere · 8 months

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Hi welcome to my Ted talk where I get unhealthily hyperfixated on an actor (Danny Pudi) after rewatching a show that they’re in (community) and then going down a rabbit hole and eventually becoming obsessed with a narcissistic capitalist federal criminal (Brad Bakshi) because goDDAMNIT HES JUST SO BABYGIRL.

#danny pudi #mythic quest #brad bakshi #abed nadir #abed <3 #Brad Bakshi my adorable silly little goofy guy #he’s traumatized okay #hes so pretty #he’s so babygirl #i love him so much #it’s kind of concerning tbh #i may need help #and I may just might just maybe possibly need to be caged immediately #he’s just a silly little guy #also hes so so pretty and like for what reason

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undertheknightwing · 10 months

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Yeah I'm a Gar fan which means I'm a fan of Gar wrongs. I think he deserves a little "whoops I might have freaked out" moment while covered in blood. I think he should put the beast in Beast Boy more often. Less goofy team clown who's everyone's therapist and more "I'm sick of everyone in this tower's shit. please leave me out of your problems thanks"

#i love goofy sunshine gar just as much as i love dark and brooding gar who's the king of sarcasm #i just... i love gar so much man #he's my little guy #there's so much angst/hurt + comfort i can create with him #this post goes out to titans!gar and my own version of gar #if anyone deserves to explode in a fit of rage it's them #gar logan #cods.text

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gokubrain · 7 months

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i’d noticed for a long time that fans have a tendency to infantilize goku and i never quite understood how so many people came to that conclusion,, because Z goku is silly but he’s also like rly masculine and brave to me 😭 but anyway now that i’m watching super i think i get where that trend came from lol.. goku is definitely so so silly in a different way than he was in Z, and i’m not saying that that’s a bad thing necessarily (i dont love it but also i have heavy bias lol) but i am saying that after seeing how he’s handled in super, it’s less surprising to me that people have a tendency to treat goku like he’s this weird totally innocent surface level guy .. do u guys get what im saying or am i crazy

#like. okay….#its not entirely a bad thing that goku is so silly in super bc. hes GOKU.. he IS silly #but sometimes his silliness extends a little bit past what Z goku’s wouldve..#again it isnt always a bad thing cuz i love when goku is goofy.. hes my silly guy #but also i think if it’s overdone it kind of flanderizes him #goku is a complex character but so much of his complexity is like. not surface level so like #making it surface level in super is just disappointing #IDK MAYBE IM OVERTHINKING IT. perhaps im insane #ness watches super

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thefanciestborrower · 10 months

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I humbly request some Lloyd thoughts. He invented a brand new type of cringe-fail and I love him

PLEASE he is so cringe-fail in the best way posible I love the silly dorky guy.

Okay actually it’s funny because like I have. A whole au to make the vore stuff possible and cannon compliant lmao so it’s a pretty normal thing for them in my brain. Now then because the ninja do it so often, they genuinely forget it’s a weird thing. Just. No brain cells there. Lloyd especially is so bad at remembering ‘hey this isn’t something normal people do!’ and has freaked people out pretty bad before on accident. He always feels bad but it also takes him way too long to figure out what’s wrong every. Single. Time. Bro is just so much of a ‘oh someone in in danger grab and eat’ kinda guy that it has caused some very silly problems lmao.

Not his fault he’s so used to it tho his brothers used to put him in stomach jail all the time for being a gremlin and they still do tbh. Kai especially will just yoink him. He screeches every single time and every one thinks it’s funny. They’re right. Such a cringe-fail little man he’ll pout for like hours if eaten when he didn’t wanna be. Jay is the only one on the team more eatable than he is lmao and honestly even that isn’t by much. Don’t wanna listen to Lloyd’s boring little battle recaps or strategy meetings? Just eat him! Though as one of my more recent doodles demonstrated he can and will bite the crap out of someone’s insides for that so....eat at your own risk.

For all his indignation though he actually does like sleeping inside quite a bit. Like I said before he got pretty used to it when he first joined the team so at this point he almost even prefers sleeping inside. It’s secure and the calm, steady heartbeat means he knows the others are safe. It’s also a rare day he’ll be alone inside. Usually he Kai and Nya will sleep in a sort of contented little pile in the pit of Zane or Cole’s stomach and it’s genuinely his favorite place to be.

#gonna be honest these are like. My most basic of thoughts for him #I have so many specific little ideas but they’re all almost stories themselves and I didn’t have the time to put them here lol #Please though fill free to ask because oh my gosh I have so many goofy ideas #Lloyd is such a guy I love him so so much #he’s a dork #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #g/t vore #n.injago vore #ask #anon ask

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ghostedcas · 7 months

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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

#ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader fluff #ghost riley x reader

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msgexymunson · 4 months

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Benefits

Description: Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, AFAB reader, weed smoking, virgin Eddie x virgin reader, grinding, fingering, fem oral receiving.

A/N: I just wanted to write a little goofy, not so confident Eddie and this poured out of my brain hole. Enjoy! Reblogs and comments keep me alive so please for the love of all that is smutty reblog if you enjoy it!

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“All I'm saying is…” you take a big pull of the joint Eddie wiggles at you, his rough fingers brushing your lips. Your voice comes out croaky as hell when you speak, holding the smoke in, “...you can't do the voice.”

The film plays quietly in the background as you both hang out on his couch, paying little attention to it.

Eddie scoffs at you, taking the smoke back, and takes a big lug of it himself, hand coming to rest on your bare ankle that was thrown casually over his lap.

“What you trying to say? You know I can do voices. I could totally do Vader.”

Giggling, you wiggle your feet as he lightly drags his fingers over them.

“Don't do that, you know it tickles!”

Holding his hands up and away from you, you almost miss the contact. Which was insane. This is Eddie, for fucks sake. Your best friend. The asshole who made you nearly piss your pants in seventh grade from tickling too hard, who does stupid shit to get you to smile when you're sad.

Recently though, the little lingering touches he gives you make your toes curl. Those glances that last a little too long for best friends, the drag of his hand on your back when you move through a crowd. It was crazy, but a part of you couldn't help but think he was feeling the same way. It wasn't like you were in love with the guy, at least not like that. He was almost family. Which made the feelings that you were having sinful in a way that made your thighs clench.

The flirting didn't help. Eddie flirted as naturally as breathing. He was just so goddamn charming; he had chemistry with everyone. Which made it even more awkward. What if your salacious thoughts weren't reciprocated? Maybe it was just your raging hormones and you needed to keep them in check before you lose your best friend.

“You're wrong you know.”

Eddie's words bring you out of the daze you've been falling into; you blink at him, confused.

“Huh?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, and flashes you a smirk that does nothing to quench the fire inside, right when his large hands move to your waist and tickle you relentlessly. You're gasping giggles as he pins your hands over your head, full weight pressing into you. Somehow, he's got his narrow hips in between your thighs, which is definitely not helping the situation.

“I can totally do the voice, see?” He drops it two octaves, letting a deep bass voice flow out of him, “Luke, I am your father.”

Fuck, that shouldn't turn you on, but it did. That, and his forced proximity has you feeling uncomfortably wet. It's embarrassingly seeping into your panties; so much so that you cringe at your body's betrayal.

He's just so damn close. So close, that you see something fluttering behind those brandy wine eyes of his. Or, was it merely your imagination?

Only one way to find out.

Biting your lip, you flutter your eyelashes softly and speak in the sexiest voice you can.

“Does that mean I should call you Daddy?”

Eddie's mouth drops open in a perfect O, eyebrows knitted.

“You can't- you just- fuck!”

He clambers off of you in an attempt to put some space between you, crossing his legs on the couch. Eddie looks flustered, cheeks burning red as he looks at you like you just grew an extra head.

“I can't what, Eddie? Can't tease you like you tease me?”

“Huh? I don't tease you! When did I-”

“Oh, pinning me down don't count, huh?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you watch as he blows air out, grabbing a cushion and ramming it in his lap.

“I didn't mean it like that, it's just, I dunno.”

Looking down at his hands, he fiddles with his rings. The sheepishness he's showing is adorable, and so unlike him that it stops you in your tracks. Maybe you should just go easy on him, just a little.

“Don't worry about it Eds, I'm just fucking around.”

There's a bit of tension released from his shoulders, but he's still not looking at you.

Fuck, you need another smoke.

“You want me to roll?”

“Hell no, I've seen you roll.”

Scrunching your nose in fake anger, he laughs at you.

“Look like a little chipmunk when you do that.”

“All I hear is that you think I'm adorable.” You giggle as he mockingly rolls his eyes.

“OK, you roll, I'll grab some sodas.”

Getting up, you smooth your skirt down and walk over to the fridge. The cans are on the lower shelf, so you bend to grab two, making a mental note to tell Eddie to buy some more.

When you look back, Eddie's slid to the floor, rolling paraphernalia spread out in front of him. It would be a normal scene, if he didn't still have the cushion wedged in his lap and his face wasn't glowing redder than your underwear.

Underwear… underwear that he might have seen, since you just bent over. And the only reason why he'd keep that cushion in his lap is if he…

Oh.

Wordlessly, you put the soda next to his elbow and scoot up on the couch, entirely unsure about what you're supposed to do in a situation like this. The furthest you've ever gone is some over the clothes stuff.

Plus, this is Eddie. Your stupid, asshole, mean, tormenting, breathtakingly gorgeous best friend. You curse, wriggling a little in your seat. Your panties are so damp they're practically glued to your privates, a heat emanating from you that's making your insides burn.

“Milady.”

Eddie holds the joint to you, perfectly rolled and more surprisingly, unlit.

“Eddie, you always take the first toke. Rollers rights, remember?”

He shrugs and passes it anyway, giving you the lighter too, as he lifts himself onto the couch with both hands, letting his cushion shield drop briefly. Long enough to see the tightness in the crotch of his pants.

Now the feel of your slick is dampening your thighs. Pushing them together as tight as you can, willing the feeling to dissipate, you light it with trembling hands. One puff, two puffs, pass. As his fingers graze yours, he looks at you appraisingly.

“You alright there sweetheart? Not comfy?”

Nothings gonna happen if you just sit here and whine like a bitch in your head. Take the leap.

“It's a little, er, embarrassing.”

Knees squeezing together so hard it's bordering on painful, you look up at him through your lashes. Eddie's eyes are wide and warm, a light smile wrinkling them at the corners softly.

“It's only me, come on. You can tell me anything.”

Huffing and wriggling some more, you watch him inhale smoke, and blow it out, a slight pout to his mouth that makes you want to pepper it with soft kisses. Then hard kisses. Then, other stuff. Fuck.

“It's not- we don't, talk about this kinda stuff. I don't wanna… cross a line, you know?”

“Hey, it's alright.” His thick fingers shakily touch your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth. You're not sure if it calms you or makes you worse. It could be both.

“Fine. Just, don't look at me when I tell you this, ‘kay?”

There's a little laugh from him, then he rests his head on the back of the couch, eyes staring resolutely to the ceiling.

“Alright weirdo I'm not looking. Shoot.”

Tightening your knuckles, your face creases with the effort as you let fly the words that may well end your friendship.

“I'm uncomfortable, I'm just- fuck, I'm really wet, OK?”

Of all the things you could say, you know Eddie was not expecting you to say that. Especially when he blushes profusely and his grip tightens hard on the cushion in his lap. True to his word, his gaze is directed firmly on the ceiling.

“That's really-” His voice is broken; squeaky and boyish. He coughs and it comes out much lower, almost comically so. “That's, er, interesting.”

You can't help it. A crazy laugh shoots out of your throat. An insane laugh. A mental institution laugh. It seems fitting for the situation. Here you are, on Eddie fucking Munson’s couch, telling him how wet you are? You've finally lost it.

He laughs with you, helping to diffuse some of the awkward energy filling the room.

“Sorry Eddie. It just feels a bit, surreal, you know?”

Eddie risks a look at you when he hands the joint back. You both stare at each other, each wishing to read the other's mind.

Remember who you're talking to. This is Eddie. You can talk to him about anything.

“Listen, Eddie, this is way out of fucking left field but I'm gonna say it. Have you like, done stuff, before?”

Taking the biggest inhale you can risk without swallowing the roach, you pass the smoke back. There's a very slight shake to Eddie's hand. For some reason it gives you a bit more confidence. His voice wobbles more dramatically than you've ever heard.

“You mean like, sexual, stuff?”

He finishes the smoke and stubs it out, glancing at you. There's a heat in his eyes that you're not used to seeing.

“Y-yeah, I mean, honest truth? I've only done over the clothes stuff. Nothing more than that. And you?”

Eddie coughs, puffing his chest out a little in full man-mode.

“I mean, yeah sure, a bit more than that, you know.”

You do know. You know by the way he worded that, he's at least not gotten past third base.

“You're a virgin too then.”

“Hey!” He huffs, turning to you, “I'm like, way less of a virgin than you are!”

You laugh loudly, knocking his arm with your fist.

“Doesn't make you less of a virgin, you idiot.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Suppose you're right. Some hook-ups ‘round the back of The Hideout don't count for much.”

Reaching for his hand, you brush his knuckles with tentative fingers.

“Eddie, what I'm trying to say is, well maybe- we could help each other out? I'm a bit… frustrated, and so are you. You know?”

He squirms a little, recoiling from your touch.

“What makes you think I'm frustrated?”

“Eddie, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know why you're grabbing that cushion.”

He laughs, his special fake laugh he reserves for awkward occasions. That is, until you grab the cushion from his lap and throw it across the room.

He's hard, almost painfully so. It's pressing against his zipper in such a way that you know it must be uncomfortable. You take in a harsh breath as you look at his face. So many emotions seem to be fighting for dominance. Clear arousal, some confusion, a little bit of pity, maybe? Which is the last thing you want to see.

Maybe you were wrong.

“I'm saying that we can help each other. I'm attracted to you. I'm not declaring my love for you or anything. It's not like, some crazy confession. I'm just saying we could… relieve each other.”

“Oh.” His whole demeanour has shifted at your words, “so you don't like, love me, or anything?”

“Eddie, you are so fucking stupid. Of course I love you, you're my best friend. Just not like that. I mean, I kinda want you to… touch me places, don't mean I want your hand in marriage!”

His chuckle rings against the tinny walls of the trailer. Then, he looks at you, really looks at you. Biting his lip, he walks his hands toward you, stopping just shy of your constricted knees.

“Glad you said that. I didn't know how to say that I kinda… well, that I like you, that way, but not like… man, you said it better.”

And just like that, your Eddie was back. It wasn't weird, far from it. After the way you'd been acting around each other for years, it just made sense.

You both smile at each other. A genuine, familiar smile. One that hurts your cheeks, that makes your chest fill with warmth.

“I know this is like, super weird, but it might help, you know?”

Eddie crawls further towards you, palms splayed on your knees. The simple touch has you quivering.

“What if it's too weird? I don't want this to ruin our friendship.”

You smile softly, and unclench your thighs slightly, knees spreading. Enough to make his eyes dart down to your core and back up, laced with want.

“Tell you what Eds. Kiss me.”

“And how is that gonna help?”

You laugh, beckoning him forwards. As if on a string, he leans toward you, his rough hands grazing the tops of your thighs. You try to disguise the gasp it elicits from you, but it doesn't seem necessary. Eddie's breathing hard, hard enough to hide any impromptu noises from you.

“Just kiss me Eddie. If it's weird and gross, we'll laugh about it. If it's, erm, better than that… well, then we can maybe take it a little further.”

Eddie leans in more, hovering over you as your head rests naturally into the armrest. But he stops, inches from your face, hesitating.

“I don't- shit, I don't know what to do!”

Laughing loud, you reach out and twirl a section of his hair in your soft hands, adding definition to a curl.

“Just, use a move on me. You know? Like I'm one of those girls at The Hideout. Come on.”

He laughs, knuckles dragging over your cheek.

“That's… this isn't the same. You're not like that ”

“Fine, just- come on to me. Hit me with your best shot. Just, I dunno, just-”

The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue as he cradles your jaw and presses his full lips softly to yours. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. He holds your face almost delicately, tongue lapping gently at your lip until you allow him to slip it inside.

It's a slow, deliberate thing, as if he's mapping out your mouth in case you never agree to do this again. Not that that's a danger to you. His tongue is burning hot; a slippery warm need, igniting the fire that was already smouldering within you.

His form relaxes slightly, allowing his weight to drop. His chest falls onto yours, no doubt telling him of the heaving gasps you're taking. You couldn't find it in you to mind, not whilst he's prising your legs open with one knee, his thigh pressing against just where you need it most.

A moan races out of your mouth and into his, muffled into his chasing tongue. The warmth between your legs is just getting worse, stoked by the pressure of his searching knee. Suddenly there's tension exactly where you need it, the coarse denim of his thigh rubbing hard against your throbbing nub.

“Eddie, fuck!”

He smiles into your mouth as he pushes his leg harder, groans overtaking his mouth as you use it to chase your pleasure.

His perfect mouth traces down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your flesh. His thick tongue lathing over your taut muscles, your tiny fingers grasping onto his arms almost pathetically.

When he breaks away to look at you, eyes searching for doubts, you can't help but think how beautiful he looks. His hair's a little messier than usual, cheeks flushed pink, and those full lips look even plumper than before.

“Sorry, should have checked in. Was that, alright? Not too weird?”

You try to slow your breathing, but it's no use. It usually takes you a while to get there on your own, but you were so close to coming on Eddie's leg after a couple of minutes of making out it was almost shameful.

“I'll say, jeez. I nearly- er, got carried away.”

“Really?” Eddie's eyes seem to brighten as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a cheeky grin.

“Don't let that get to your head! I'm just really… needy right now.”

“Fuck,” he replies, adjusting his bulge, “right, carried away, you say?”

Before you can process what he's said he leaps up, grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. Your giggling squeals echo through the trailer, ringing out like the peals of a bell as he barges into his room and throws you on the bed. Laughing and red faced, with your skirt rucked up around your hips and your arms flung above your head, you notice Eddie's gaze shamelessly skimming to your panties.

Shaking out of his bare faced revelry he jumps onto the bed next to you, eager as a kid at Christmas. He's on his side, a large hand roaming over your stomach, across your waist, down to your hips and skimming just under your thin sweater.

“You want me to take this off?” You ask, tugging at the hem.

“Oh, er- yeah, I-I mean if you- do you want to take it off?”

Eddie bumbles through his words as you giggle at him, his usual confident demeanour evaporated at the thought of your body.

“Eddie you dingus, you've literally seen me in my underwear before!”

“Well, yeah… but that was before you, er, filled out.”

It was a long time ago. A hot Summer spent running around the trailer park hitting each other with water balloons. You'd almost forgotten how far back it was.

“You don't have to be scared of my boobs ya know.”

Eddie scoffs, hitting you playfully with a flick of his finger on the tip of your nose. You grab it, trying to bite it but he's pulling it away and you follow. It turns into yet another wrestling match as laughter rings from the pair of you. He tries to hold his hand up high but then you straddle him.

Suddenly, his arm goes limp and you pull the offending digit into your mouth triumphantly, nibbling softly. It's then you realise you're straddling his stomach and he's completely lost, staring at the way your skirt is wrinkled.

Play fight discarded, you shimmy down his body and revel in the little shaking breath Eddie makes as you sit gently on his crotch, the hardened bulge pressing into your clothed heat.

“Fuck, you're so warm.”

You blush as his fingers dig into your hips as if afraid you'll disappear.

“You can feel that, through your jeans?”

He chuckles low in his throat and the sound travels straight to your tummy, letting loose a cascade of butterflies.

“Feel it? It's like a freaking furnace. Bet it'll feel amazing inside you.”

It's just Eddie, running his mouth; in fact it seems he didn't mean to say that out loud judging by the look on his face. He always has an issue separating outside thoughts and inside thoughts. It was so casually spoken though, you don't think he realised just how dirty it sounded.

Your fingers smooth up his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under the contact, pulling his shirt up with them.

“Really hot when you say stuff like that.”

You're embarrassed admitting it, but you're so turned on that he needs to know how much his words affect you. Mostly so he'll keep using them.

“Yeah?”

“Hmm.”

You're dragging nails over his abdomen, tugging his t-shirt higher and higher. He doesn't seem to mind, firm hands pulling your hips slowly back and forth. So you take a shot, and yank it up high. He gets the message, lifting his arms over his head so you can fling it off and away.

There's no subtlety to the way he pulls at your top, sitting up to wrench it off you. He's panting, eyes raking over your red cotton bra as if you were in the finest lingerie. Then your lips crash together, desperately exploring each other's mouths, teeth clashing in urgency. You collapse on top of him as he holds your hip with one hand, guiding you over his hardness as the other palms your breast over your bra.

That feeling is back, the burning tingling mass of arousal clutching your insides, growing and growing quicker than ever. You rut against him, each pass sending a zip of sensation all the way from your clit to the tips of your toes.

Moaning in his mouth, you break away and he nips at your neck, rough fingers snaking into your bra to clumsily rub your nipple. You cling to his waist tightly as the feeling mounts, and mounts, and finally-

“Eddie! Oh- oh fuckin’ hell!”

It happens. The thing that had never happened to you outside of your own late night desperate fumblings. It flows like liquid fire through your veins, buzzing across your skin in a wild burning sensation that takes you utterly by surprise. Your sounds are feral; incoherent and needy, as your thighs grasp him firmly as if in fear of him moving away.

After a loaded silence, whilst you both breathe, and breathe, you finally unclasp your legs around him, falling to the side in an ungainly heap of arms and legs.

“Well. Holy fucking shit.” you laugh nervously, legs shaking with the after effects.

“So, not too weird?” He smiles, taking the opportunity to get on top of you, arms either side of your head.

“It's a little weird. Only ever, you know, came, on my own, so yeah.”

“Yeah?” The cocky look is back, a hand trailing down your shoulder to rest on your breast.

“Can I take this off, please?”

You smile and lift your back up so he can slide his hand behind you, fumbling around to try and get the clasp, swearing under his breath.

“I don't know, can you?” You question, stifling giggles.

“You could just help me, you know, you-you devil woman- Oh wait I did it!”

The clasp springs free and Eddie's proud smile nearly splits his face apart as he eagerly pulls down the straps.

“You're such a goofball.”

“You've got amazing tits, Jesus Christ.”

Heat flushes your chest and before you can retort he's kneeling between your legs, hot mouth sucking roughly on a nipple. Words fail you, your body the only thing talking as you arch your back and push toward his greedy lips. Letting go with a loud pop, he sucks a hickey right in the middle of your sternum, running his thumb over the wet mark after.

“I wanna go down on you.” He blurts it out, spill words tugging out of his lips before he can stop them.

“You wanna what?” You respond, dazed as he looks up at you, eyes full of fire.

“I wanna use my mouth on you. Down here.”

He drags his fingers low, pressing one just to the top of your mound.

“You really want to?” As far as you're aware, that's not a thing guys tend to want to do. At least that's what you've heard. Eddie seems to be an exception.

“More than anything.” He's brutally honest, eyes wide and begging.

“I mean, if you want to, sure.”

“OK, shit, just wait a sec.”

Getting up so fast it must make his head spin, he unbuttons his jeans and wrestles them down his legs, tossing them away. The tent in his boxers makes your eyes widen.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he climbs back on the bed.

“Sorry, just so fuckin’ hard it hurts.”

Nothing can stop the whimper that shoots out of your mouth at his words. Again, he's just being honest, but he doesn't seem to understand how sexy it is.

Moving to unzip your skirt, he bats your hand away to do it himself. Before he pulls it off, he looks at you nervously.

“Just, let me know if you don't like something. Or if you do. I've er, I've not done this before so lower your expectations.” He laughs it out, embarrassment coating each word.

“I thought you had a bunch of hook ups at The Hideout?” You tease, smirking at him.

“Right, full disclosure, I've erm, used my fingers before, a few times. And once- once some girl tried to give me head and I busted in like three seconds, OK?”

He grabs a bunch of his hair and hides behind it while you chuckle.

“Eddie, it's fine, I'm glad you told me. It's just me. I'm not gonna judge you, you know that.”

“Yeah, of course.” The breath he lets out is loud, tension melting from his body, and he bends to pull your skirt down and off. Your panties are next; they cling to your core so much it makes you cringe, but he doesn't seem to mind.

“Can you, spread your legs a little sweetheart?” His voice is husky, eyes staring straight at your pussy. Feeling exposed, you do as he asks, fighting the urge to pull away from his gaze.

“Look at you. Beautiful.”

Smiling at his words, it turns into an open mouthed gasp as he strokes his fingers softly through your folds.

“Fuck me, you're soaked.”

Then his tongue is slipping across you, feeling tentatively as he keeps your legs wide with his rough palms. It's different; wet and messy, but it's incredible. The pleasure increases tenfold as his wandering mouth finds your clit.

“Eddie, right there, right there!”

He groans, pushing his face into you so hard you can feel the vibrations from the noise. He's moving his tongue up and around it, making an absolute mess of spit and slick over you. Suddenly he tries sucking and your back leaves the bed, hands coming to clutch at his hair.

“Oh my God, do that again, please please, oh fuck!”

He does it again, and again, smoothing each suckle with a flat lick from his tongue. Fingers graze your hole suddenly, making you jump. As you look down you see Eddie's entirely consumed by what he's doing, rutting himself into the mattress like an animal. One finger breaches you, feeling around, pumping slowly in and out. It's good, but it's not great.

You feel ashamed even trying to guide him but you attempt to shake it off.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He looks up, an almost dazed expression in his eyes.

“Can you- can you curl your finger upward?”

“Like this?”

Your reaction is instantaneous, hips rucking up to his touch.

“Fuuuck.”

“Yeah? That good, sweetheart?”

That smugness is back but it isn't in you to care. There's no words, just little whimpers and moans as you grab him by the hair and push his mouth back where you need it.

When he adds another finger, you're gone. Your walls are clenching around him, sucking him in as the feeling of his thick digits stretching you fills your entire being. Dots dance in your vision as your whole body feels fuzzy, tingles whispering over your skin. You cry out as the feeling escalates, bubbling through you until you can't see, can't think, clawing at Eddie's head until you reach an impossible precipice. Then, it explodes, showering you in waves, over and over.

“Oh my God that was amazing, fuck Eddie, you're incredible, I never came that hard in all my life, Jesus Christ!”

You're babbling, you know, bubbles of platitudes popping out of your mouth in almost nonsensical sounds as your legs twitch like crazy.

Eddie scoots up a little, face pressed into the plush of your stomach. He mumbles something incomprehensible. Leaning up on your elbows, you pull his hair a little making him look at you.

“You alright there? What'd you say?”

Eddie laughs, kissing your tummy, face flushed pink.

“I said I fuckin’ came in my pants.”

Then he hides again, as if your skin can cover his embarrassment.

“Eddie, come here you dope.”

He climbs up you, leaning on quivering arms. The front of his boxers pushes on your sticky core.

“Don't worry about it, that's kinda hot.”

“Yeah? You're hot. That was, wow. I think I found my favourite place.”

You giggle, pressing kisses to his lips. There's still traces of you on him but you don't care.

“Can you tell me what you said again?” He asks, grin fighting to envelop his whole face.

“Huh?”

“You know, how I'm the most incredible lover in existence.” Waggling his eyebrows at you, he strokes a wayward hair off of your sweaty forehead.

“I did not say that!”

“I'm paraphrasing, it was pretty close.”

You hit him on the chest playfully and he falls to the side in a terrible act of mock pain. Crawling on top of him, you continue to smack him, fake punches thrown at his ribs.

“OK, you win, I cannot best you!”

Grabbing your hand, he kisses your knuckles and you melt against him, pressing soft kisses to his mouth. They turn harder, tongues massaging each other as he runs his hands down your back.

You break away to plant a single kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Maybe in a bit, you know, when you've… recovered…”

Dragging your nails down his lean chest you look up at him, biting your lip.

“We can… go all the way?”

Eddie's face lights up. He grabs you and flings you down so he's on top, kissing your neck and jaw sloppily as you squeal at the sudden onslaught.

“Yes, fuck yes, gimme like two minutes, five tops.”

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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Okay hcs for how Matt and Chris act with their S.O. in public pretty please???

In Public (M&C Sturniolo)

a/n: two in one day? iktr. send me more hcs. im obsessed. kept it cuteeeee, one little suggestive comment

Matthew:

-okay so we all know matt is not the pda type and i don't think that will ever change. but i think he'd be the type to always need an eye on you. big on checking in when you're in a group setting and making sure you're good.

-i feel like if you did that thing where you stop walking and see if your boyfriend notices or leaves you, he's turning around after like 3 steps and looking at you like you're crazy.

-in big crowds of people though, he's definitely reaching for you. holding your hand or making you walk in front of him and putting a hand on your back.

-at a group dinner, he will keep a hand on yours across the table or an arm over your chair or lightly on your shoulder.

-if you're shopping together, he's waiting outside the dressing room on the bench for you to give him a fashion show. loves when you run over and asks for his opinion and thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

-i can just imagine the crazy death stare he would give you when you try to swipe your card when he's there. you are embarrassing him, back the hell up.

-always wants to be close to you even if he's not touching you. the type to grab your chair and slide it closer to him.

-at family gatherings he sticks even closer, knowing you're probably nervous. holds your hand as he introduces you to people and pulls you away for breathers if you need it.

-but if you are leaving from a group hangout or something, he'd definitely walk to your car and kiss you. and turn bright red if his brothers see you and start gagging.

Christopher:

-now chris... doesn't give a single fuck... to an extent. like i know he said he'd make out with his girlfriend in a group but i don't think he'd want to make people uncomfortable so he wouldn't do too much.

-but he's the type to need hands on you constantly. if you guys are walking somewhere, he's grabbing your hand or hooking an arm around your neck. on a roadtrip? he's absolutely reaching back for your hand. sitting around a fire or a pool? he's pulling you into his lap for sure.

- at a family gathering, he's yanking you from person to person to show you off and introduce you. but if you are fidgeting or nervous, he'd notice and make some excuse to give you a break.

-always introduces you as his girl with a huge goofy smile.

-won't make out with you in public but definitely not shy about kissing you lightly. especially if it's just a few friends around. doesn't care at all about their teasing either and will just flip them off.

-at dinner, he already knows what time it is. just slides his plate over to pay the girlfriend tax before you can even ask for some.

-he's coming inside the dressing room with you and giving opinions in real time. and if you look a little too good in something he's definitely pulling you to him for a kiss.... or more.

-unfortunately, my boy is an airhead. so if you stop walking with him, he's definitely in Timbuktu by the time he notices. but would definitely sprint back, feeling horrible.

-loves watching you interact with his friends and family. it makes his heart so happy. so he'll just watch with a stupid grin on his face

"what are you staring at?"

"i just love you is all."

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