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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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SEX, DRUGS, ETC - s.h., e.m.

summary: just steve, eddie and reader having a threesome after smoking together. that's it (part two HERE)

relationship: steve harrington x eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5,514

warnings/what to expect: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), this is the filthiest thing i've written and i'm proud, poly dynamics, weed, flirting, threesome, dirty talk, sex while high, i guess you can say eddie is kind of a dom?, and maybe steve is slightly a sub and the reader is low-key a switcher?, thigh-riding, masturbation (m receiving), face sitting, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, steve has a praise kink, mentions of spitting(?), p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), visiting paris, kinda fluffly at the end idk, i wrote this while high so sorry about any grammar mistake lmao

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated!

**gif is not mine!! if you know who it belongs to please let me know to credit them

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"So how does this work exactly?"

Both you and Eddie chuckled at Steve's question, which immediately made him feel like a complete idiot, frowning slightly as he mentally cursed himself for such a stupid question. In his defense, he really had no idea what he was doing, like...at all.

"Well, you put this in between your lips and when I light it, you inhale as deep as you can, hold it for a sec, and then exhale," Eddie explained. "It's okay if your throat burns a little. It means you're doing it correctly."

"And you always hang out here to smoke?" he asked the two of you just to change the conversation, wanting to avoid even thinking about his previous question.

You and Eddie exchanged a look before you replied, "Mostly."

Steve didn't really understand what that meant but didn't ask any further about it, watching as you leaned to take the joint from Eddie's hand to begin smoking it.

"She only uses me to get free weed," Eddie jokes, earning a playful smack on his arm from you. He smiles, happy to have the response he was expecting. "For a moment I thought she actually liked me."

"Shut up," you laughed it off before taking the first smoke.

Both guys just stared at you as you took a long inhale, taking the joint away from your lips only to let the smoke out a few seconds later. Steve couldn't deny that at this very moment, you looked incredibly hot. There was something about the way you smoked that just made his breath catch in his throat.

In his eyes, you are without a doubt the most attractive girl in Hawkins, and he was surprised when he found out you were so close to Eddie Munson, the freak everyone thought had no friends. How he managed to get you to be inside his trailer every week to smoke with him was beyond Steve's comprehension.

So, as hopelessly romantic as he claims to be, he was willing to join you and Eddie today as an excuse to hang out with you.

He watched as you passed the joint to Eddie and just when he thought it was Eddie's turn to smoke, the long-haired guy turned to look at him with a smirk. "Wanna give it a try, Harrington?" he teased.

Steve wasn't so sure. He has smoked maybe once or twice in his life but he never understood what was so great about it. Maybe that's because he didn't get high when he tried it. Either way, he was thinking his next move very carefully because he didn't want to make a bad impression with you. What if he chokes? What if he gets so high that you and Eddie have to drive him back home? It'll be humiliating.

But despite that, he decided to agree. Eddie looked beyond excited, turning all his attention to Steve now.

The three of you were chilling in Eddie's room, you and him sitting on his bed and Steve sitting by Eddie's desk. He stood up from the bed and walked towards Steve, kneeling down to be at his height. You couldn't help but stare at the two of them as Eddie put the joint in between Steve's lips, never breaking eye contact.

From where you were sitting, it was evident Steve was surprised by the way Eddie would lean close– too close to him, but he doesn't look like he's going to complain about it any time soon. That seemed to encourage Eddie, resting one of his hands on Steve's thigh and using the other to light the joint.

Steve did as Eddie instructed, the smoke making his throat burn before he quickly put the joint out of his mouth, couching uncontrollably as he let out all the smoke. Humiliating. But he felt reassured when Eddie begins running his hand up and down his thigh in a comforting manner, something Steve wasn't expecting to enjoy so much.

He's in Eddie's trailer for you, sure, but he'd be lying if he acts like being here is such a sacrifice. Eddie Munson could be lots of things. A freak, a nerd, a metalhead with no friends, a weirdo who sell drugs and failed senior year twice. But he's also insanely good looking. Steve can't deny he's rather pretty, especially when he's looking up at him with a half-smile and his hand keeps going up and down his thigh.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, earning a nod from Steve. "You did good, Harrington."

He did good. Shit, what is happening? Why is that compliment suddenly so ground breaking? And why does he already misses Eddie's touch when the guy stood up to walk back to the bed?

You noticed the way Steve looked at Eddie as he walked away, and you could tell exactly what was going on. The way Steve looked at Eddie up and down while he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, perhaps struggling with the sensation still present in his leg where Eddie's hand used to be...it was evident. You've been in his place far too many times not to realize he's as flustered as you've been in the past.

You lost count of the times you'd find yourself sitting in that very same chair, Eddie doing exactly the same thing he just did to Steve. The silent testing. A grip of the shoulder, a gentle touch of the leg, any seemingly innocent gesture that would help him read someone else's body language. Eddie just knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he got from Steve a very similar reaction he always managed to get from you.

Though Steve was much more evident, and being the one witnessing rather that being subjected to it, you could see what Eddie sees. Perhaps not even Steve realized the effects Eddie had on him. Maybe that's why he wasn't trying to hide in the slightest how flustered he was.

Smirking his way, you patted the empty side on the bed next to you. "Why don't you join us, Steve?"

The invitation seemed innocent, or at least Steve wanted to think that. However, he couldn't shake the idea that you were quite literally inviting him to join you and Eddie on the bed. His thoughts were drifting to a much more darker context, and he tried very hard to act casual as he walked towards you.

That made you realize you also had an effect on him. Not just Eddie.

Lucky for him (or maybe not so much) nothing else happened as the three of you continued to smoke. At some point Eddie turned his record player on, Metallica echoing across every inch of the trailer. Steve was evidently the first one who got high, taking you and Eddie a few more inhales before you joined Steve.

"This feels great," Steve muttered, completely lost in his thoughts. He was laying on the bed now, looking up at the ceiling. A giggle escaped his lips, "I feel great!"

Eddie, still sitting, turned to look at him. "I can't believe I'm smoking weed with the Steve Harrington."

"What does that mean?" he asks, still all giggly.

"Oh, c'mon!" you exclaimed like it was obvious. "The coolest, most attractive, unreachable guy in Hawkins," you added sarcastically, repeating what everyone your age would say about Steve. Not like you thought those statements were false, tho. "We're not the type of people you'd expect Steve Harrington to hang out with."

"Well, then you don't know Steve Harrington at all," he replied, returning to a sitting position. "You forget one of my best friends is literally a fourteen year-old."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh at what he said. "I was very wrong about you," he commented.

Steve, feeling bolder now that he was super high, leaned closer to you and therefore closer to Eddie. "And I was very wrong about you."

"Really? And what do you think of me now, Harrington?" Eddie replied, also leaning closer.

You laughed at their clearly flirtatious exchange, standing up from your seat in between them. "Maybe I should give you two more space."

"No. Why? We're all having fun here," Steve protested.

"Yeah, we can all have fun," Eddie agreed, failing to hide the way he was looking at you up and down.

You stood in front of the two guys as they were staring back at you and the image was just...great. The look of need in his eyes, silently begging you to sit back down with them. Oh, this was getting interesting. So interesting, that you couldn't miss your chance to say, "And what are you willing to do for me if I sit back down with you?"

Steve didn't think twice before replying, "Whatever you want us to do."

A smirk formed on your face almost immediately. "Well in that case...I want you to kiss."

Both of them stared at you as if waiting for you to reveal you were joking. When they finally realized you were serious, they exchanged a look before looking back at you.

"What?" Steve asks, visibly nervous.

"You said you'd do whatever I want, and I really want to see you two kiss."

Eddie wasn't complaining at all, so it was only Steve the one that needed more convincing. He looked at you again, trying to figure out if you were joking or not until he came to the realization that you were very serious about this.

To your amusement, Steve turned to look at Eddie and just sat there...as if he was waiting for him to make the first move. Eddie seemed to understand relatively quick, one of his hands moving up to Steve's face, a finger gently tracing his jawline. Steve didn't seem to need any more convincing after that, leaning closer to Eddie until their lips met. As soon as the kiss begin, you could see Steve relax into it, moving his body a little bit closer to Eddie's. Since his hand was still holding Steve's face, Eddie used his thumb to gently pull his chin down, making Steve slightly part his mouth. It was the perfect opportunity for Eddie to put his tongue inside his mouth, turning what was a fairly calmed kiss into a much heated make out session.

Steve let out a barely audible groan at the action, gladly accepting the kiss. Eddie seemed to get encouraged by that reaction, gently pushing Steve so he could be laying on the bed, giving him the perfect opportunity to lay on top of him, legs at each side of Steve's body, straddling him.

The scene in front of you was just perfect. You practically had to close your legs shut to avoid moving on your spot, trying to get even the tiniest bit of friction to release some of your frustration. You continued to watch them intensely make out until Eddie moved back from Steve to look at you. The guy still laying on the bed looked up at Eddie almost mesmerized before looking your way. "Do you wanna join us, baby?" Eddie asks.

"Yes, please," you replied, completely desperate to calm your needs right now.

Eddie grinned, turning to look at Steve now. "What do you think, Harrington? Should we let her join?"

"Uh...y-yeah," Steve quickly agreed.

Both of them got back into a sitting position before Eddie stood up from the bed to grab your hand and gently guide you towards them. When you two reached the edge of the bed, he sat down and opened his legs so you could sit on top of one of them, his arms wrapping around you to keep you in place.

Before he did anything else, he tells Steve, "Your turn to pick the next move."

"What do you mean?" he asks, visibly intrigued to see where this was going.

"You get to choose what we do next."

You and Eddie waited for Steve to give you any sort of instructions, an idea Steve went absolutely crazy about. He couldn't believe the position he was in right now. In a good way, obviously. He was here just to get an excuse to hang out with you and now he's about to have a threesome with you and Eddie Munson. It really couldn't get any better than that.

"I'd love to see her cum on your leg," he confessed, his mouth almost watering at the mere idea of it.

"Shit, Harrington," Eddie hisses, smirking. "I like your thinking."

"You want me to move fast or slow?" you asked.

Steve gulped. "Uh...slow."

You smiled innocently in Steve's direction, putting your hands on Eddie's shoulders as you began to slowly move your hips back and forth. "Like this?"

"Uh-huh," was all he was able to say, almost hypnotized by the sight.

Eddie's hands moved to the side of your hips to pull you impossibly close to his leg, fully rubbing against him. "What do you want to see next?"

This has got to be the best thing that has ever happened in Steve's life. No. It's not an exaggeration.

"Take her clothes off."

Eddie's smile widened, biting his lip when you rocked your hips at a faster speed, eager to have his hands all over you. The fact that you were still very much high made you feel everything just a hundred times more intensely. He took your jacket off before removing your t-shirt, leaving you only with your bra, skirt and panties. His mouth begin attacking your neck, too desperate to get more of you to wait for Steve's further instructions. As he kissed and bite your skin, a hand gently massaged one of your tits.

You turned to look at Steve, "You like watching us, huh?" you teased, eyeing the bulge in his pants. Steve looked back at you, embarrassed. An answer from his part wasn't necessary. "Would you like me to help with that?"

Steve nodded almost immediately after your question, allowing you to palm him over his pants, making him let out a sound that let you know he was surprise but very much aroused by your action. Eddie smirked against your neck, realizing what you were doing.

"Take your pants off, Harrington," Eddie mutters against your neck, as if it was the obvious thing to do.

Steve was still blushing a dark shade of red, but regardless of his embarrassment he stood up and unbuckled his belt, both his jeans and boxers gone. Your mouth almost watered at the sight, not expecting him to be this big.

One of your hands wrapped around his fully erect cock and he lets out a loud groan at the sensation of your soft hand moving up and down so perfectly. Eddie noticed you were getting distracted with jerking Steve off, moving his hands to his ass so it was him the one making you grind against his leg.

Eddie showed you no mercy whatsoever, the slower pace you carried just seconds ago immediately went faster and faster. Your available hand tangled in his hair as you hold him close, trying to keep your balance. He only stopped to remove your bra before his hands returned to your hips.

He would leave tiny kisses all around your tits before putting them inside his mouth, taking his time with each of them. He'd make sure to tease you with his tongue, circling it around your sensitive nipples.

As seconds passed, your orgasm began building at the very pit of your stomach, making your hand around Steve's cock become sloppy and the rhythm you had got lost, masturbating him at any pace your brain could manage to instruct you, so close to cum on top of Eddie's leg to care about anything else.

You moved back to find Eddie's lips, smashing your lips against him as you were so incredibly close to your orgasm, your moans muffled against his mouth as he continued to make you grind against him at a painfully fast pace. You felt a kiss on your bare shoulder, "Cum for us, baby," Steve mutters, sounding more like a plead than an order.

That seemed to be what completely threw you over the age, pulling away from Eddie's kiss to let out your loudest moan yet, reaching your orgasm. Steve continued to leave tiny kisses all around your shoulder blade while Eddie let go of your ass, allowing you to move at your own speed as you climb down from the high of it all.

"You're fucking amazing, you know that?" Eddie says to you once you're a lot calmer. "Can't wait to bent you over and fuck you with my cock. Would you like that, princess?" All you could do was nod before Eddie helped you stand up. "Look at the mess you made," he commented, staring down at the stain on his jeans.

"It's your turn to decide what we do now," Steve said towards him, earning an ear-to-ear smile from Eddie as he quickly began taking his vest and jacket off.

"Oh, I know exactly what we can do next," he says excitedly. "How about you sit on that pretty face of his while I suck him off?"

The image on your head alone was enough to turn you even more– if that was even possible at this point. You watched as Eddie stood in between Steve's legs, who was still sitting on the bed, helping him take his long-sleeved yellow shirt off, throwing it to the ground. After that, he gently pushed him back to the bed so he would be with his back against the mattress, but his legs still hanging on the side of the bed.

Steve laid there absolutely mesmerized by everything that was happening around him. You taking off your panties and your skirt while Eddie kneeled in between his legs. "Look my way when you sit," Eddie instructed you, sending a smile your way.

Again, Steve had no idea how he got so lucky.

Both of your knees pressed against the mattress before gently lowering closer to Steve's face. The gentleness of the gesture only lasted a few seconds because he quickly grabbed your hips and practically buried his face in between your legs, almost making you scream at the sudden sensation of his wet tongue quite literally devouring you. Eddie still wasn't doing anything, simply watching your face as Steve did his job.

"You like what he's doing to you, sweetheart?" he asked. "Do you like having Steve's tongue all over your pussy?"

"Y-yes," you were able to reply.

Steve was just too good at this, not like you were expecting any different. He was an absolute expert with his tongue, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. This has got to be the best oral sex you've ever had.

He would lick up and down your slick, making sure to take his extra seconds pleasing your clit, twirling his tongue all around it at just the right speed and sucking on it so incredibly good you couldn't hold all the moans escaping your lips. And then he would go back down, focusing on licking your hole. At one point, he stuck his tongue out and began fucking you with it.

"Fuck, keep doing that! Keep doing that!" you mumble over and over, your own hips moving with him. "You're so good at this, baby. You're doing amazing...oh shit, you're making me feel amazing."

Steve was definitely a sucker for praise, quickly pulling you back down again to resume his attack on your clit, this time licking and sucking twice as intensely as before, making your moans increase in volume.

And as if Steve eating you out so incredibly good wasn't enough, you had a whole show in front of you. Eddie was kneeling in between Steve's legs, ringed fingers holding him by the base of his dick while he sucked him off. And he was taunting you, looking directly your way with doe eyes as he slowly licked him from the base to the tip, as if he didn't know what a scene like that would make you feel.

With the sensation of your pussy getting absolutely devoured and the image of Eddie's nose rubbing against Steve's happy trail because he has his entire dick inside his mouth quickly got you to your second orgasm. Steve made sure to keep you in place so you wouldn't colapse on top of him, slowing his pace as he tastes your orgasm, your whole body involuntarily spasming every time his tongue would touch you, too sensitive and stimulated not to.

"Holy shit," you muttered, trying to catch your breath. As soon as your body recovered from the orgasm, you climbed down from Steve and laid next to him. His hair was a complete mess and his lips were covered in your juices, some coating his chin and all around his jaw too. He looked beautiful.

You waisted no time to lean over to capture his lips in a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue. One of your hands traveled from his lower belly all the way up to his neck, holding him in place as you two made out.

Steve's groans were almost entirely muffled by your lips as Eddie continued to suck him off. At one point you pulled away just enough to look at him, your faces just inches away. He wanted to continue the kiss, but your hand on his neck kept him from getting closer to you.

"You were so fucking good to me," you muttered, watching Steve whine as your grip of his neck tighten. "Could spend hours riding that gorgeous face of yours."

"I– fuck..." he sighs, back slightly arching as he pressed his head even harder on the mattress. "Can I– shit, is it okay if I cum in your mouth?" he asks, looking down at Eddie who continued to mercilessly suck him off.

Eddie didn't reply, continuing to bop his head up and down at the speed he has been carrying so far. That seemed to be enough answer.

"You want to cum, Steve?" you asked, watching him nod eagerly.

"Yes, please...please, I can't..."

You noticed his desperation and growing need as his orgasm approached. And he looked so hot like this, practically pleading with you to cum. He wanted you to allow him that. You leaned back down to give him a quick peck on the lips before smiling. "You can't cum just yet, baby. Can you hold it back for me?"

"I...I don't..." he manages to let out, a complete mess underneath your grip. "Can try..."

"It'll be worth it, I promise," you reassured him, giving him one last kiss before moving away from him entirely.

Eddie, intrigued by what you had in mind, stopped what he was doing to look at you. You crawled to the edge of the bed where he was kneeling, quickly grabbing his Hellfire Club t-shirt to take it off. Your hands would trail from his shoulders all the way down his chest and abdomen before your fingers found his black belt.

Eager for you to remove the remaining clothing, he stood up, looking down at you as he licked his lips in anticipation of your movements. You easily unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, removing both his jeans and boxers at the same time.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and it took everything he had to hold back the urge to grab your hair and force his dick down your throat. While this exchange was happening, Steve watched the two of you while he gently traced patterns all across your naked back.

Eddie's dick was already impossibly hard and throbbing, the tip leaking with pre cum. He has been so neglected during this entire time, choosing to please you and Steve before pleasing himself. You had to do something about that.

Your thumb rubbed against his tip incredibly slow, too slow for his liking. A low grunt escaped his lips as he leaned his head back. He looked back down just in time to see you stretch your arm back towards Steve, who quickly grabbed your wrist to suck on your cum-coated thumb.

"You two will be the death of me," Eddie mutters, visibly frustrated, earning a chuckle from you and Steve.

You turned back to look at Eddie, your face once again just inches from his dick but still not touching him, which was driving him insane. He knows you're teasing him.

"I want to take both of you," you say as if it was nothing. As if that wouldn't make the two guys you were with almost lose their minds.

Eddie couldn't hold himself back any longer, pushing you back to the bed to lay on top of you, his lips instantly crashing against yours. His hips would involuntarily rock, his dick rubbing against your lower belly as you continued to kiss. He hold you so close to his body, he was practically jerking himself off in between your bodies.

He only moved back so his hand would guide his dick to your entrance, not penetrating you, just rubbing his tip against you. The sensation made you pull away from the kiss, moaning against his shoulder as you waited for him to fuck you.

But since you teased him before, he wanted his revenge. That meant he didn't move to enter you fully, simply using the tip of his cock to stimulate you.

"Eddie, please..." you whimper, too desperate to think of anything else. You tried to wrap your legs around him as an attempt to force him inside of you, but he grabbed one of your legs to roughly pull it aside, the movement making you spread wider.

"You want us to fuck you, baby?" he asked, ignoring your pleas. His tip continued to rub against you as he looked at you whimper. "Want me to take you from behind while Steve fucks your mouth?"

"Please, please..." you repeated, getting extremely frustrated from not getting what you wanted.

Steve was absolutely amazed by what he was witnessing. The fact that you used to be on top of him, your hand tightly gripping his neck, feeling so confident about yourself, yet now your nothing but a mess of moans underneath Eddie. So vulnerable, completely at their mercy. They could do whatever he wanted and you'd comply because you were just so desperate for them to give you something– anything.

"What do you think, Harrington?" he turned to look at Steve now. "Should we give this needy slut what she wants?"

"She's been good, I think she deserves it," Steve replied, much to your relief.

You practically gasped when Eddie flip you over, making you lay and your knees and hands. Eddie positioned himself behind you while Steve moved to be in front of you.

"Help me out here, would you?" Eddie quickly asks to Steve, extending his open palm for him. Steve seemed to understand almost immediately, spitting on his hand so he could use that to stroke himself before he would enter you.

You were dying for them to do something. While Eddie stoke himself, Steve gathered all your hair in an effort to take as much of it out of your face.

It was Steve the first one to show you mercy, pulling closer to you so his dick would be right in front of your face. You licked a single strap across his length before putting him inside your mouth.

"You're so pretty," he would compliment you, making you increase your speed just enough as he enjoyed your mouth on him.

You bop your head at a comfortable speed before you pulled away. "Please, fuck me. I don't care, just...just fuck my mouth," you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not really wanting to hurt you if he was too rough.

"Yes! Fuck my mouth as hard as you want," you replied eagerly, wanting both of them to absolutely wreck you.

Steve didn't seem so sure at first but begin moving his hips to go in and out your mouth. He let out a louder grunt when he felt you moan against him, the sound erupting from you when you felt Eddie entering you from behind.

Both guys were beginning to fuck you, Eddie showing you absolutely no mercy as he rocked in and out of you like his life depended on it. He would bury himself deep inside you before quickly moving back, only to repeat that process over and over at a fast pace. You could feel him stretching you out so good and feeling you up so exquisitely, you knew you wouldn't last long.

Meanwhile, Steve fucked your mouth at a slower pace that Eddie, but said pace was by no means a slow one. He would go deep down your throat as you tried your very best not to gag around him. The tip of your nose occasionally meeting with his lower belly because he was just that deep inside you. The moans you would let out made it just ten times better for him.

Your body was on full ecstasy at the sensation of both guys filling you up and getting off thanks to you. Using you however they wanted to please themselves and, of course, to please you.

It was definitely quite the show the three of you were making. You in the centre of the bed in all fours, one of them fucking your pussy while the other fucks your mouth. All at the same time.

It was a matter of time before Eddie hit a spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head, wanting him to do it again. And he did just that– again, and again, and again. And all you could do is moan against Steve's cock as you lost yourself in pleasure. One of Eddie's hands found its way to your clit, one of fingers beginning to rub circles on top of it at a painfully fast rhythm.

The sight in front of Steve made him almost subconsciously speed up his pace, entirely focused on the way Eddie was fucking you. A few tears began rolling down your cheeks due to the intensity of it all.

You couldn't take it anymore. You wish you could, but the way they were fucking you was just too good to handle, and you could feel your third orgasm rapidly approaching. You couldn’t say anything, you couldn't let them know what was going on, you couldn't scream their name over and over as you cum, because your mouth was completely full with Steve's cock.

But Eddie seemed to know you were close because on of his hands grabbed your hip hard, probably leaving a bruise later, continuing to rub circles on your clit at an ever faster pace and repeatedly hitting that spot inside you.

"Shit," you heard Steve grunt, looking down at you with a desperate look on his face. "I'm gonna–"

With whatever strength you were able to find, you begin to bop your head again to meet him halfway as he trusts in and out of you. You were looking up at him, practically begging for him to cum in your mouth.

And only after a few seconds, Steve cum hard inside your mouth, his seed filling you as you did your best to take it all, swallowing what you could as more of his semen was poured inside your mouth.

The show seemed to encourage Eddie, and you can practically feel him twitching inside of you while he continued to fuck you.

He took a few moments to recover, his dick still inside your mouth as you finished swallowing what he gave you. When he managed to calm his breathing just enough, he pulled out of your mouth and quickly begin cleaning the tears that still fell from your eyes and fix the mess your hair had become.

Now that you could talk, you managed to let out a series of "just like that", "fuck" and other series of profanities as Eddie repeatedly went in and out of you. You arched your back and leaned down on the bed, the slight change managing to somehow make him go even deeper inside of you.

Just a few rock of his hips were enough to make you cum impossibly hard around him, holding onto Steve's arm as you screamed out Eddie's name, feeling your entire body on fire.

Eddie reached his orgasm just a few moments after you, the sensation of your spasms against him, your cunt contracting all around him, making it impossibly tight as he gave his final thrusts. You let of a tired sigh when you feel him filling you up, ropes of hot cum spilling inside you, partially slipping out and dripping down your leg once Eddie was out of you.

You practically collapsed next to Steve on the bed, Eddie joining the two of you not long after. You removed the hair falling of Steve's forehead affectionately before kissing his cheek.

The three of you got under the covers of Eddie's bed, you in-between the two guys, snuggling closer to Eddie's chest as Steve cuddled you from behind, his arm over your body and his hand landing on Eddie's upper arm, tracing his fingers up and down his skin.

"We can, uh...it's fine if we crash here tonight?" Steve suddenly asked, feeling way too comfortable with the two of you and too exhausted to go back to his house.

"You can stay as long as you want, baby," Eddie replied, grinning at him.

"And you're more than welcome to smoke with us again," you joked, feeling so tired that your eyes practically closed by themselves.

"Can't wait," Steve replied, snuggling his face against your neck to slowly drift into a much needed sleep.

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THE RUBBER MAN SUIT - tate langdon x fem!reader (smut)

(author’s recommendation: play this song while reading this)

CW: explicit sexual speaking, dirty talk, cussing (a bit), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, cumming

SUMMARY: (tate is a ghost whom was haunting your house. he was the only one beyond moira that wanted to show himself to you since you first arrived there. you and tate became friends since that time and often spent time together). you couldn't find tate anywhere so you checked in the basement but you surprisingly found him wearing a weird but sexy black rubber suit.

you were peacefully doing your homework but you knew that tate did not want you to go to school as he wanted you to stay with him. you were extremly trying to focus on studying but then you remembered you hadn't seen tate for a while.

"tate?" you asked while looking around.

you didn't receive anything as respose so you stood up off your chair and went looking for him.

after a couple of minutes of wandering around your house you suddenly thought about the basement.

you went down the stairs and got into that lightless place of your apartment.

"tate? are you here?" you said standing in front of the staircase as you didn't want to dive into darkness.

"tate? I don't like this... please show up" you said as you were shaking in fear. you liked darkness but that was way too dark to walk in or even see.

you suddenly heard a plastic noise coming from the darkness and a small light suddenly turned on. your heart skipped a beat as you saw someone very creepy standing in front of you. they immediately unzipped the mask and showed their face, you sighed at the sight of your friend.

his slim figure was emphasized by the tight material that he was wearing - it was a black rubber suit that suited him perfectly.

"omg you scared me, tate... don't do that ever again" you said while catching your breath.

"did I scare you? god, I thought you weren't afraid of anything" he said back.

"I am not. I just got worried since I couldn't find you anywhere".

"where did you think that I could have be gone? I can't get out of this house" he reminded you.

"you're right, but... what the hell are you wearing?" you said.

"just a black suit I found here. how do I look?" he turned on himself making you stare at his suit.

"good... really good..." you were lost in thought as you did really think he looked good in that suit. you could not express yourself since he was way too fine.

it was weird for you thinking that your friend tate was hot. his fluffly and messy blond hair, his reddish lips, his deep and dark eyes, his hips and his sluttly little waist freaked you out.

"what are you looking at?" he smirked noticing your inattention. you instanlty blushed thinking about him finding out about your fantasies.

"nothing" you replied.

"hmm..." he groaned and got closer to you. you didn't lift your stare as you didn't want to see him gazing at you in that way.

"nothing?" he repeated.

you finally raised your head and laid your eyes on him. your lips felt like they were pulsing in eager of kissing his.

tate gazed at yours too and he looked like he was mesmerized by them. he suddenly got closer and slowly pushed your waist against his. he kissed you. you closed your eyes and he did too. your lips were connected and your tongues were already happily dancing together.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pushed his head towards you to kiss him easily.

"was this "the nothing" you were thinking about?" he slowly left your lips and looked at you seductively.

you lowered your stare and he smirked.

"kiss me again" you said.

he didn't even hesitated and immediately pressed his lips on yours again. you could feel his desire of wanting more just by touching his lips. he started to breathe heavily and his grip on your hips got stronger.

"I want you." he affirmed.

"hm?" you mumbled while kissing.

"I need you." he said and instantly grabbed your shirt and pulled it off exposing your breasts still covered by your bra.

"what are you doin-?" you tried to speak but he immediately kissed you again to keep you quiet.

then he looked at you with heart shaped eyes and pulled your jeans off too. your panties came off with your jeans.

"this tight suit is gonna be hard to take off…" he said and unzipped it. he tried to be as quickly as he could and once he took it off, you noticed that he wasn't wearing any type of underwear under that black rubber suit.

he couldn't wait any longer so he picked you up and smashed you against the first wall he saw.

"hmm" he groaned as he entered his cock into you. you jolted and automatically clinged to him.

"oh- oh my god..." you panted.

"you're so fucking tight..." he groaned and kept thrusting harder and harder.

his cock was a little bit bigger than you expected so it was hurting but it was like a satisfying pain, an excitating pain.

your walls wrapped around his erection and he sped up his thrusts.

this action made both of you gasp. his labored breath against your neck could make you cum instantly.

"fuck..." he said. his thrusts were wild and intense.

he softly kissed your neck giving you goosebumps and you just kept moaning. you were staring at the ceiling with your half open mouth and your legs shaking.

he was a total mess as well and he couldn't hold it anymore.

you digged your nails into his back giving him scratches and marks everywhere and he was actually enjoying that. this was a motivation for him to thrust faster and harsher.

"you feel so good..." he moaned.

tate was sweating and also whining a bit. he was praising you and your unique body.

his skin got hotter and he knew that he was about to cum. the sight of you crying out his name made him even hornier. he sped up his thrusts one more time he couldn't get enough of it.

he kissed your neck leaving wet kisses all down your soft skin. this filled you with stomach butterflies and had you moaning louder.

"tate- I-I'm c-cum-ming..." you whined.

"cum for me baby" he said.

you let yourself release and made tate cum instantly. he refilled your walls with his seed and orgasmed loudly.

he slowly slowed down and then he kissed your lips. you french kissed, then tate put you down and you both got dressed again.

"wait" he said as he grabbed your wrist.

"you're beautifully beautiful" he smiled and stared at your eyes.

you let out a soft laugh and kissed his cheek as you dragged him out of the basement.

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Nightmares

Hiii!!! this is something short and fluffly because we all need it every once in a while 🌚 let me know what you think, i love feedbacks

what it is: Harry has been having nightmares and YN tries to comfort him

word count: 2.5k

Harry doesn’t know what’s wrong. He doesn’t know why he’s been waking up with a gasp and his shirt drenched in sweat ever since he started tour. When he tells Jeff he tried everything (He’s the only one that knows, and if it were up to Harry, he wouldn’t have told him, but one time, when Harry was napping on the couch in his dressing room, Jeff was the one that shook him awake from his bad dream, and, concerned, he forced Harry to tell him what was troubling his needed rest), he really does mean that.

He tried yoga, meditating before bed, he tried that Pilates place in London YN had told him about, he even tried falling asleep with a ‘ocean sounds for fast sleep’ video on YouTube, but the results were always the same: he always woke up in the middle of the night, chest heaving and mind dizzy with still there thoughts about the nightmare that had scared him enough to wake him.

It wasn’t always the same dream.

It had started with him being in a closed, dark space, and he remembers trying to scream but to no avail; no one seemed to hear him. What he remembers vividly is the dreaded feeling of hopelessness that would engulf him almost to the point of chocking.

Then, on other nights, he would be submerged in water, and fishes would swim around him, and despite the darkness, he could feel the presence of sharks swimming close to his body; then, the lights would turn on, and he’d realize he was in an aquarium all along, on displace for everyone and anyone to watch. And people would watch with creeping eyes and faces smashed against the glass, kids would beg him to do something, anything!, beating their fists against the glass to get his attention, and he would look at them with widened eyes, not sure what to do to please them. This nightmare happened often, and it always left him with goosebumps all over his skin.

When he says he doesn’t know what’s wrong, he’s not being entirely honest.

He knows these dreams are happening because he’s anxious about tour, but sometimes, he’s scared to admit that to himself, because how can something he loves doing so much, carry with it this certain feeling of dread and darkness rooted in his subconscious?

He still hasn’t quite gotten the explanation. That’s why, when YN told him some friends asked her out for drinks that night, he had pushed her to go, not telling her anything about these nightmares.

He figured, he’d just stay awake until she came back.

He didn’t want to tell her she’s the only reason he has been able to get some sleep these couple of days he’s been back home, because despite still having nightmares, when he’d woke up — scared and drenched with sweat — he’d be comforted by the presence of her sleeping beside him, and he would caress her skin softly, with the tips of his fingers careful not to wake her, like she was a rare kind of flower he didn’t know what else to do but admire, and the panic in his chest would ease a little bit.

But, as I said before, he’d never tell her that, because he knows how she is, and he knows her heart, and he knows she’d never leave if she knew how bad these nightmares were. So, he drank a couple of diet cokes and hoped he’d managed to stay awake until she’d come back.

When the clock strikes midnight and she still hasn’t come back, Harry heads upstairs.

The movie he had playing on the tv was boring, and he found himself closing his eyes too often to not be falling asleep, and that can’t happen.

When he reaches the bathroom, he rolls the sleeves of the hoodie he’s wearing and passes both his wrists under the faucet, hoping the cold water would wake him up a bit. When he’s done, he splashes his face just to be extra careful, and heads to the bedroom.

He eyes the bed with a mixture of dread and longing in his belly, and he debates whether he should succumb to its hunting call.

He won’t fall asleep. He’ll just lay on the bed because the couch isn’t as comfortable and his muscles still hurt from the Pilates workout he did at the start of the week.

He takes from his nightstand the book he’s started months ago and never gotten around to finish, and he opens it, silently hoping in his heart that YN would come home soon. He knows he could simply text her and she’d be home instantly, but he doesn’t want to spoil her night with his anxious thoughts.

After a couple of minutes, the words start to swirl on the page and he feels his eyes getting heavy with much needed sleep. Without realizing, he closes his eyes tiredly, and, despite promising himself he’d just rest them a second and reopen them, the book falls open on his chest, and before he knows it, he’s fallen deep down a rabbit hole, unsure of where his mind would take him this time.

When YN comes home, it’s much later than she had hoped to be, and she honestly can’t wait to get in bed and sleep.

She furrows her eyebrows once she reaches upstairs and she notices every single light is turned on, enlightening the otherwise dark hallway.

It’s weird; Harry is always careful with that, and, since she’s known him, he has always stated that he prefers to have the small lights turned on instead of the big ones.

She doesn’t pay much attention to it, though, because perhaps he forgot, and she knows how tired he gets on Friday nights, so she’s not about to hold him accountable just because he didn’t turn off the lights.

What is even weirder is that the bedroom’s door is wide open, and YN wonders if maybe Harry isn’t sleeping after all; maybe he’s just waiting for her?

But when she peeks her head in their shared bedroom, she sees him splayed out on the bed, laying on his back, his arms folded above his head and his hands closed in two fists, his cheek is smushed against the pillow and little breaths come out of his parted lips. Her gaze softens at the sight, he looks soft and vulnerable, and YN has to refrain the urge to pinch his cheeks and splatter kisses all over his face.

She walks to the bathroom to undress and do her skincare, but just as she’s about to rub moisturizer on her face she hears a chocked sob come from the bedroom.

She furrows her brows and turns toward the noise, but the room is dark and she can’t see anything out of place.

It’s only when she hears the noise another time that she places the moisturizer back in its place and makes her way to the bedroom, scared something may be wrong with Harry.

Her socked feet are light against the floor, because there still could be a possibility of Harry being fast asleep and the noise coming from outside, so she doesn’t want to be the one to wake him.

She squints her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness in the room, but when she reaches the bed, she turns on the small light on her bedside table, the faint, yellowy light illuminating enough for her to be able to make out Harry’s restless body as he tosses and turns in the sheets.

She furrows her eyebrows once again and, with a small voice, says: “Harry…?”

She tries his name a couple of times after that, but there’s no point. He’s deep in what she thinks is a dream, muttering under his breath incomprehensible words, his head lulling from side to side on the pillow, his fists clenching and unclenching above his head.

She places a tentative hand on the exposed skin of his bicep, caressing in circles, and her fingers dig in the skin when she tries to wake him up once again.

It’s not the sound of his name rolling off her tongue that wakes him, but the big, white, shark that in his nightmare had started chasing him, the little kids cheering once he started swimming as fast as he could, because “he finally did something!” And their day hadn’t been wasted watching him.

He rises from the bed with a loud gasp, and, with trembling hands, he reaches for YN next to him, his fingers gripping the skin of the arm closer to him in a tight hold.

YN watches him with a puzzled look on her face, still from her position sitting on her knees, and she takes in his wide eyes, that are running around the room in a panic.

She’s not entirely sure he’s awake, and she doesn’t know what to do, because she’s been told since she was little that you never should wake a sleepwalker.

But Harry isn’t a sleepwalker, he’s just having nightmares, and despite his unsettled state, he’s wide awake, terror running through his veins.

“Harry?” She questions, “what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head swiftly, and with the movement, a couple of curls stick to his drenched forehead. YN raises her hand and with the tips of her fingers she pushes the hair from his face, running her nails on his scalp to soothe him.

“Tell me what happened” she tries again, her voice is soft and Harry, who’s truly exhausted, wants to just fall back to sleep to the sound of her voice, but he knows he can’t. Because who knows what he’ll dream of if he does…

“I…” he mumbles, his eyes are still scanning the room, trying to make his mind understand that he’s not underwater still, he’s in his room, where it’s safe from sharks and creepy kids.

He doesn’t know how to tell her and he doesn’t want to explain the dream, scared to think about it more than he can take. So, “I can’t” he says, shaking his head once again.

“Okay, okay” she coos, shifting on the bed so she can be closer to him, she encircles his shoulders with her arm and brings his head on her chest, the side of his face nuzzling against her breasts.

“You’re safe” she whispers, and she brings her other hand to his cheek, to keep him pressed against her, which seemed to have calmed him a bit.

His chest is still heaving, and YN tells him to listen to her heartbeat to regulate his breathing.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” She caresses his sticky cheek with her thumb, and she feels her heart clench in her chest when she feels a couple of tears fall from his eyes.

She wishes she’d know what the dream was about so she could help him in a better way, but she doesn’t want to force him, and she doesn’t want to make him relive it, so she tries to do the best she can, whispering soothing words in his ear.

She catches the salty tears with her thumb, “don’t cry, moppet. It wasn’t real.”

Harry’s body shakes with a sob and she squeezes him tighter with her arm — if possible — “it wasn’t real”, she repeats.

She doesn’t know how many times she tells him that, and she doesn’t stop, not even once his body stops shaking.

He doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes her shirt tighter between his fingers, sniffling against her chest, but she can tell it’s working, and slowly he’s starting to take in his surroundings.

“You’re safe” she whispers against his hair, before placing a kiss on his hairline, “i’m here, it’s all over”, and she seals her words with another kiss.

When he’s calmed down, he brings a hand to cup his eyes, drying the tears from the corners with his fingers. He sniffles and parts his lips, soft, shaky, breaths coming in puffs from his mouth.

He’s still a little bit puzzled, it’s not easy waking up from a deep slumber, and he doesn’t remember much what happened in the dream, he only remembers the adrenaline pumping in his body as he swam away from the shark.

“I’ll get you a tissue” YN says when he sniffles again, but when she’s about to loosen her hold on his shoulders, Harry squeezes her again against himself, grasping the fabric of her shirt in his hands.

“Don’t… don’t leave me” his voice is strangled and shaky, and YN feels her heart drop in her stomach at his plea.

“No, no, okay, okay. I’m here. I’ll stay here.” She reassures.

When Harry feels her shift her legs, he lets out a small groan from his throat, but YN is quick to shush him.

“I’m just laying down” she says softly, laying her back against the mattress and carrying him with her. “More comfortable this way”, she explains, and Harry nods with his head against her chest.

His breathing is regular now, apart from some shaky breaths every once in a while, and after a while he feels the exhausting day catch up to him, his lids hooded, and he has to fight to stay awake.

“It’s okay… go back to sleep” she coos, her hand massaging his scalp to calm him.

He shakes his head and pouts his lips, “can’t…what if it happens again?”

“I’m here now. You’re safe with me.”

He isn’t totally convinced, but he’s tired, really tired, and YN is finally here, and she says he’s safe. And if she says he’s safe, then he must be safe, because she never lies. Not to him.

“Just… I’ll just close them a bit.” He mumbles, “not falling asleep”

“Okay, whatever you need angel” she lowers a bit down the bed, her head resting comfortably against the pillow.

Harry closes his eyes and cuddles against her body, his head is on her chest, right under her chin, half his weight is on her, and his leg is tangled with hers, one hand draped across her tummy. He nuzzles his nose against her skin, breathing in her scent that he finds calming, before squishing his cheek against her chest once again.

“You’re safe. I would never let anything happen to you” she whispers, rubbing his back and soothing his muscles with the press of her fingers.

Harry slowly feels himself drift off to sleep, comforted by her soothing words and little massages on his skin, and this time, when he closes his eyes, he isn’t met with the shark’s, he isn’t in the aquarium and there’s not kids around him, this time, he’s running in a field full of pink and yellow blossomed flowers, clouds the color of cotton candy are high up in the sky, and he hears YN’s laugh coming from behind him. The air smells like her perfume.

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a conversation stuck in your throat | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!actress!reader word count: 8.3k words request: yes, by anons: “hii! i absolutely love looove looooooooove the soft!boyfriend!max fic you posted! could you do one where him and y/n went from friends to lovers and it's y/n's first time (so their first time together as well) and max makes sure it's as sensual and loving as possible (he just wants to spoil her and show her how much he loves her)? basically lots of fluff (and smut I guess lol) 💕💕💕” & “hii hope you’re doing good! can I request a jealous max please? maybe he gets possessive and protective and it ends fluffly? idk I’m not too good at this lmaoo. thank youu <33” & “desperate making out w max v in a club? reader and him are together/best friends” & “I have a desperate need for a blurb with sick!reader and soft max taking care of her/them 🥺” & “hi babes 💗 i hope its okay to request this. i have an idea for a max v fic, inspired by dress by taylor swift? maybe they started off as best friends and then they started dating but they didn't announce it to the public so everyone just thinks they are best friends still? and maybe the golden tattoo he left on her as a mark is a tattoo reader got for him? either 'max' or '33' in golden ink? idk if this exists in real life lol. and reader is a singer and actress? this fic could maybe be little moments between them? like with time jumps but this is just an idea feel free to make it yours 💗” those were a lot of reqs wow. i hope you all like it!!!!!!!!!!! warnings: smut (18+ only, minors dni), language, christi*n h*rner (only for a tiiiny bit tho), (legal) drinking, i'm sure there's more that i missed lolol. a/n: this is one of my favorite pairings i’ve ever written. i swear. i already want to write more for these two. as always thank you to my cousin @ireallydontknowdudee for helping me proofread<3

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june 30th, 2021. spielberg, austria.

the club was dark and the music was loud. there were bodies pressed together, people grinding on each other. the alcohol was present and common sense was long gone.

she had been a little apprehensive at first, she wasn’t too sure about the decision to drive to the club a few miles away from their hotel, but max had convinced her. and she’d do pretty much anything if it made max happy.

it was their first time clubbing together, and she was curious to see what type of drunk max was. since they still had to drive back, and she had to be up and presentable early the next day, they had agreed to not get too drunk. but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have fun and enjoy the night celebrating her and her achievements.

“another one?” max’s breath on her ear made her skin get goosebumps, since the music was deafeningly loud, he had to lean incredibly close to her so she could hear him. she turned around and acted as if it didn’t affect her.

“i want tequila,” she replied, standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear. she leaned back and watched a smirk appearing on his lips. since they’d arrived max had been asking her to do tequila shots with him, since he claimed he knew a perfect method for it. she’d refused, sticking to drinks that weren’t so strong. but she wanted to please him this one time.

“i knew you’d change your mind, come on,” he was quick to grab her hand and lead her away from the crowd of people dancing. they reached the bar and max asked for four tequila shots to be sent their way. they walked to their private booth, where they’d left their coats and her bag. the security guard that looked after that section let them in without too much trouble, they were the only vips of the night.

she sat down first, sliding on the seat until she was pressed between the wall and max’s body. she laughed at his actions, he was behaving like an excited, hyperactive kid. he leaned in to kiss her cheek, something he always did when they were alone. since the beginning of their friendship she started noticing that there were certain things that max only did with her. touching, or showing any type of physical affection was one of them.

she didn’t find it weird or anything, she was familiar with the different types of love language, she just figured that touching was max’s. plus, she wasn’t complaining. she liked feeling loved, and that was how max made her feel. despite the short amount of time that they’d known each other, they’d grown to call each other ‘best friends’ rather quickly.

“so, what’s this great new method you were bragging about?” she leaned close to his ear.

“ah, impatient, much?” he grinned, she rolled her eyes, nudging his ribs with her elbow. “there’s really not much of a difference. it’s salt, shot, lime,”

“you do your shots with salt and lime?” she teased, raising her eyebrows, “pussy.”

“what?” max asked, taken aback.

“the best part of tequila is the burn. the ache that makes you want more, that feels so great once it’s gone, but is what keeps you going.” she spoke about tequila like one would talk about a lover, she made it feel intimate. “but fine, we’ll try your way,”

“well now my way sounds like bullshit,” max laughed, and she chuckled, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

“we’ll do both,” she declared, watching the bartender drop off the tray with the hard liquor. “you go first,” she encouraged him. max nodded, grabbing the salt and a slice of lime.

“your hair,” he said, she frowned, “move your hair out of the way,” she did, throwing her hair over the other shoulder. “lean back,” he told her, holding her chin and tilting her head back, exposing her neck.

“what are you doing?” she asked.

“do you trust me?”

“of course.”

in the dark of the club, max held the sour lime between his fingers, then ran it up and down her neck, twice. she gasped, and max could feel her breath hitching as he touched her. next, he grabbed the salt. he poured some over the line of lime juice he’d just drawn.

she turned her face lightly to see him. his eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, she could tell, just by the way he was pinching his lips together, that a million thoughts were running through his head.

“don’t chicken out on me now,” she said, and max let out a breath of relief, he thought maybe he’d crossed a line. yes, they were close, but they’d never done something like this.

he did it. he leaned forward, licked a stripe up her neck, felt her quickening heartbeat beneath his touch. he brought the liquor up to his lips, downing it all in one go. her soft hands grabbed the lime from his hold and lifted it up to his mouth. he sucked on it, opening his eyes after wincing as he tasted three different things in a really short time, one after the other.

she was breathing hard, staring at him, the skin of her throat was tingling, she got lost in the blue of his eyes, which under the neon lights and combined with the darkness of the room, looked crystal clear.

“you’re up,” max said, she smiled, and just like that, they were back to normal.

they stumbled into her hotel floor, max was holding her waist, keeping her stable, her legs were like jello, so she kept her back pressed against max’s chest.

“i told you…” she paused to giggle, “i couldn’t drink too much,” she smiled, slapping max’s chest lightly. he was grinning, too, he had one arm around her middle, pushing her against his front as his other hand slid inside the pocket of his jeans to grab the key to her room.

“and i told you to quit after shot number three,” he raised an eyebrow as she rolled her eyes.

“boo, you whore,” she moved her head to the side so he could see her, and stuck her tongue out, max just laughed as he shook his head. he unlocked the door, opening it and letting her in first. he turned on the light, and watched her flinch and cover her eyes with her hands, “nooo, it hurts,”

“what hurts?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the thought of her in any sort of distress.

“my eyes, turn it off,” she peeked between her fingers, and was suddenly engulfed by darkness as he obliged, “thank youuu,” she sang, stretching the last word. “you’re the best. you, maximilian verstappen, are the best friend anyone could ever ask for.”

“thanks, right back atcha. but, you got my name wrong,” he approached her. there was light coming from the city outside, which helped guide him to her.

“what?” she frowned, tilting her head to the side.

“it’s not maximilian, it’s max emilian.” he said, slowly, and watched as her eyes flickered down to his lips, “two words,”

“hmm…” she narrowed her eyes, “i like it. emilian. it’s cute.”

“well, thank you,” he smiled. and she smiled. “now, come on, let’s get you to bed, you’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he placed his hand on her shoulder, she sighed and started walking, holding her arms out in front of her to prevent stumbling into something.

“can you come with me?”

“to bed?” he asked, chuckling. she rolled her eyes.

“to atlanta,” she sat on the bed, crossing her legs beneath her. “i’m going to be all alone over there, i’ll have no one and i need my best friend,”

“well…i don’t think i can make the trip to and from in time,” even in the dark, he could see the way her face fell, “but i can drive you to the airport, would that be okay?”

“i guess…”

“hey, you’ll be fine. i have more i’d like to say but we’re both too drunk, so i’ll tell you in the morning… okay?”

“okay. in the morning.”

“yeah,” he smiled, then took a step back, “i’ll pick you up tomorrow, then,”

“no,” she said, and extended her arm, “stay.”

“well, i don’t really want to sleep on a couch, but…”

“no, dumbass,” she laughed, dropping her back down against the soft pillows and mattress, “here, the bed is big enough,” she patted the spot next to her. she was right, this bed was one of the biggest he’d ever seen.

“but you- i-”

“it’s fine. i don’t mind. as long as you don’t snore,”

“you’re lucky, then.” he gave in, climbing into bed next to her.

september 1st, 2021.zandvoort, netherlands.

“why is three your favorite number?”

“what kind of question is that?” he asked. lifting his head from the arm of the couch.

they were in zandvoort, just in time for the dutch grand prix, max’s home race. it was the first time he was racing there, and he needed a good result. she’d been with him since last week, the italian grand prix, one that she hadn’t gotten to enjoy as much as she wanted to, given max’s sad result. she knew that it had gotten in his mind, he was at a critical stage of the championship, and every point counted. hence, why they were now in his hotel room, enjoying the last day of peace and quiet before the chaos that came with a new grand prix weekend.

“i’m just preparing you for the weekend,” she responded, a smirk on her face as he rolled his eyes. she liked this, the teasing back and forth, the jokes. the trust they had on each other.

“i swear, if i have to answer ‘what do you expect from this weekend?’ one more time i’m gonna…” he didn’t finish, just shook his head as he huffed.

“they’re just doing their jobs,” she reminded him.

“i know that. but why can they come up with new questions, actually interesting ones?”

“i don’t know dude, i haven’t done interviews in a long time,”

“lucky you,” he sighed. “it gets old, answering the same thing over and over again. and there are some people that- the way they ask, they want to get a reaction out of you. and of course i’m not going to give them the satisfaction.”

“but you’re not going to let them treat you that way,”

“yeah.”

“that’s why i like you. you have so much pressure on yourself right now, i know you feel it so don’t even try to deny it. but you’re capable of pushing it aside, that’s a great skill to have being who you are,”

“who we are,” he corrected her, “don’t forget you’re famous too, my friend,”

“yeah, whatever, but people don’t stop me for pictures as much as you.”

“give it a few months,”

“no thanks,” she laughed. “i like my life just the way it is,”

“really? you wouldn’t change anything?”

“no, i don’t think so,” she shook her head.

“nothing?” he smirked, she frowned, watching as he raised his eyebrows. “not even your… condition?”

“condition?” she asked, “i’m not sick or anything…”

“no, but you are a…” he raised his fist to his mouth, covering it, “virgin,” he coughed as he said the word.

“oh my god,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it his way. he could’ve moved, could’ve dodged it, but he let it hit his face, he grabbed it and put it on his lap. “emilian, shut the fuck up,”

“i just can’t believe you-”

“so i haven’t met the right guy, so what? it’s not that big of a deal,”

“if it’s not that big of a deal why haven’t you-”

“because it doesn’t matter! the concept of ‘virginity’ is such bullshit anyway. men and society have ruined sex for many of us, it’s gotta be more than just physical desire. and i’m not saying there’s nothing wrong with that, you do you, do whatever the hell you want to with your body and partner, or partners, as long as it’s consensual,” she ranted, the words were leaving her lips quickly, he didn’t know this was a sensitive or important topic for her, since he found out about her lack of sexual experience one time when they were joking, as they usually did. “i'm just not like that, i want it to mean something, not just because it's my first time, that's bullshit, but because the other person loves me and cares for me enough to know how to treat me and cherish me the way i deserve."

"you want the whole… flower petals on the bed? lit candles thing?"

"shut up," she groaned, "i just want to find the right person. and once i do that, i'm sure everything will just… fall into place," max felt bad, he didn't mean to upset her at all, she'd told him that not a lot of people knew about her lack of experience, and some of the people that knew told her she was being overdramatic.

"well… i think it's nice that you're waiting for the right person. just make sure they're clean, though,"

"don't worry," she laughed, "i will."

“you'll have new material for songs after that." be pointed out, she smiled. "how’s the album going, by the way?” he asked, sitting up, with his back against the arm of the couch.

“meh, it’s going…” she dropped her head down, looking up at the ceiling. “inspiration’s not hitting me right now,”

“well… what do you usually do to get out of this…”

“writer’s block,” she finished for him, then sighed, “i don’t know. i’ve never experienced this before. words always just seemed to… come to me when i needed them. but now it’s… they’re gone,”

he raised his eyebrows, he could tell that this was something new to her, he saw the way her left leg was shaking, something she did when she wasn’t comfortable.

“i’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he smiled, she lifted her head from the pillows to smile at him, too.

“you didn’t answer the question,” she reminded him. “why is 3 your favorite number?”

“i… i don’t know. i’ve always liked it. i like the fact that if you complete the circles it becomes an 8.”

“oh, you’re right,” she nodded. “next question…” she said, turning on her side, “would you ever get a tattoo?”

“hmm… maybe?” he looked up at the ceiling, “i think it depends on what it is. you?”

“same. i saw online something about golden ink, not yellow, gold. with sparkles.”

“you like sparkles?” max smiled teasingly.

“i love sparkles,” she chuckled.

his phone buzzed, and he unlocked it, seeing a text from one of the media guys, who’d sent him a link to a youtube video. he tapped it, and the app loaded, he read the title and a big grin spread across his face.

“look at this,” he stood up, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, they were sitting shoulder to shoulder now.

“it’s up?” she asked as she read the title.

"uh-huh," he projected it onto the tv in front of them, their smiling faces plastered on the flat screen.

june 24th, 2021.spielberg, austria.

they arrived at the track, the red bull ring. he’d made her drive, of course, to get her used to being behind the wheel, as he’d claimed.

“are you ready?”

“no.” she rolled her eyes, opening the door and stepping out. max followed her, a grin on his face as he threw an arm around her shoulders.

“come on, it’s just going to be us,”

“yeah, and everybody else working here, fans waiting outside the track, everyone will see me crash that car and you,” she slid his arm off her, “are going to pay for it,”

“you’re not going to crash. it’s not that difficult,”

“yeah, you drive cars at ridiculously high speed, you don’t get to tell me what is or isn’t difficult.”

“noted,” he said, his arm finding her shoulder again. she left it there this time, she needed the comfort. they reached the red bull hospitality, dropped their stuff in his room and walked downstairs. “i have to go do the conference thing… won’t be more than thirty minutes,” he said, she nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“i know, we’ve been through this before, max,” she told him, “i’ll be fine, i’ll look some videos up to refresh my memory,”

“okay. don’t be nervous, it’s just gonna be us, remember?”

“yeah, i know. just us.”

they were approached by the red bull team principal, she immediately took a step to the side, she didn’t like him that much.

“car’s ready, cameras are ready,”

“cameras?” she asked, looking at max.

“why cameras?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“marketing thought it’d be great for publicity, your friendship has a great presence on social media.”

“i told you this was a bad idea,” she told max, taking a step away from him.

“well, i didn’t know they were going to turn this into a media thing. but it’ll be fine, i promise,”

“yeah, now the entire world will watch me destroy a car,”

“i’d appreciate if you didn’t-” horner interrupted.

“oh, don’t worry, your golden boy will be paying for it,”

“and i told you you’re not going to crash, you have enough space to drive safely here.” he reassured her, sliding his arm around her shoulder, squeezing her against him, “but if you feel more comfortable without the cameras i’m sure we can figure something out,”

“it’s gonna get out anyway,” she sighed. “fine, let’s do this,”

“look at your face!” max laughed as he pointed at the tv. she cackled, too, watching her past self holding tightly to whatever surface was near her when max sped up as he followed the curves, instead of slowing down.

“my heart was pounding so hard,” she rested her head against max’s shoulder, “and my stomach was down to my ass,” she continued laughing.

“yeah, i wasn’t helping either,” he admitted, and she rolled her eyes. “you had fun, though,”

“i did. i did, it was fun. but we’re not doing it again,”

november 23rd, 2021.monte-carlo, monaco.

she could barely keep her eyes open as she walked to the door, the sound of the doorbell ringing made her head pound.

“i waited for you for like half an hour wha- whoa, you’re sick,” max said as she opened the door.

“oh, god. i forgot about the… i’m sorry-”

“no, no, it’s fine. are you okay?” he asked, lifting the back of his hand and pressing it against her forehead to check her temperature.

“fine, just… a cold,” she said as she wrapped the blanket tighter around her. “you should… probably leave now, i don’t want to get you sick,” she brought the inside of her elbow up to her mouth, covering it as she coughed into it.

“that’s not a cold,” his eyes widened, and he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back inside her house.

“wh- what are you doing? you have to leave, you’ll get sick too!”

“yeah, well too bad, i’m already in.” he shrugged his shoulder as he dropped his hand to his sides, he extended one arm, touching her hand. “and i’m taking care of you today,” he stated. it wasn’t a question, and he didn’t leave her room for complaints. “because i’m your friend, and that’s what friends do.” she smiled, holding back a cough, “and you look like hell. i want to get material for blackmail,” he raised his phone quickly, snapping a picture of her.

“stop it!” she cackled, hitting his shoulder. her laughs were interrupted when she started coughing, “i hate you.” she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing up and down her back with one hand. “thanks,”

“anytime.”

“i’ll pay you back when you get sick,”

“i never get sick,” max said, raising an eyebrow confidently.

“we’ll see about that,” she said, coughing into his shoulder.

“fuck you,” he laughed.

“thank you.”

“have you gone to the doctor?” he asked her after a few seconds.

“i facetimed my friend. ordered the meds. shit, that reminds me, i have to take my meds at 6,” she thought out loud.

“okay, that’s good. now, let’s go sit, you need to rest.”

“that’s dumb,”

“you’re dumb.”

“you’re being aggressive.”

“i’m allowed to be aggressive.”

“why? cause you’re sick?”

“exactly.”

“it’s still dumb.”

“he loves her,” she explains.

“then why doesn’t he say it?” he asked, frowning at the characters in the movie they were watching.

“cause he’s nervous! and he doesn’t want to risk their friendship by telling her.”

“but she clearly loves him too. why doesn’t he see it?”

“because boys are… dumb,” she gave in, agreeing with max. “they don’t see what’s good even if it’s right in front of them.” she said, shaking her head.

“that sounded personal… you alright?”

“fuck off,” she laughed, then broke into a fit of coughs. “i think you’re making me more harm than good,” she said once she recovered. she heard max chuckling under his breath, saw him leaning forward to grab a glass of water that was on the coffee table in front of them. he handed it to her, “thanks,” she whispered as she drank from it, taking a deep breath after she was done.

“nurse max at your orders,” he said, leaning back against her soft couch, “i love this thing,” he said, running his hand over the back of it.

“what?”

“your couch,”

“it is my proudest purchase,” she smiled. her eyes drifted back to the tv, seeing the girl on the other side of the screen watching the love of her life walk away. she rolled her eyes, her head drifting to the side, she leaned it against max’s shoulder.

“you tired?” he asked, not daring to move, as it would disturb her.

“a little.” she answered, being interrupted by a yawn.

“go ahead, i’m not going anywhere,” he said, she smiled.

“good.”

loud blaring woke her up, she sat up, looking around as she tried to locate the sound. she turned to her left, seeing max rubbing his eyes. he’d fallen asleep as well.

“what’s that?” she asked.

“sorry, i fell asleep. it’s the alarm,” he grabbed his phone from the coffee table turning the alarm off. “come on,” max got up, extending his hand out to her.

“why?” she grunted, grabbing his hand and letting him help her up, they walked to her kitchen. max grabbed a new glass and filled it with water.

“it’s six. time for your meds,” he said, sliding the cup her way. she frowned.

“you set up an alarm… to remind me to take my meds?” she said, slowly, the words sinking in as she spoke.

“yeah, he shrugged, like it was nothing, “i want you to get better soon, and you need your meds for that,”

“aw, you care about me,” she teased, popping the pill in her mouth and downing the glass of water.

“duh,” he rolled his eyes, walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

she held back a grin, biting the inside of her cheeks. she thought back to atlanta, when max surprised her not once, but twice. he’d done so much for her in the time they’d known each other, he knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself even.

max verstappen had turned her world upside down the moment he walked in.

or, she’d changed his the moment she stumbled into him.

maybe that’s why the shift from being friends to lovers was so smooth.

december 12th, 2021.abu dhabi, uae.

she held the bottle of vodka in her hand, she tried to keep her hands steady, but she was laughing too much, which made her shake.

“just go for it!” max said. she nodded, and max leaned his head back, opening his mouth, waiting for her. she tilted the bottle down, and the hard liquor started pouring down, into max’s mouth. his friends around them watched expectantly, waiting for him to declare when it was enough. she waited to feel the squeeze on her hip, but it never came. so she stopped. “that’s enough for now,” she said, max leaned forward.

“more,” he said. she shook her head, smiling.

“let’s do tequila shots instead,” her words caught his attention, and max’s eyes seemed to shine brighter than they did when he jumped out of his car earlier that night.

he grabbed her hand, walked to the bar and asked for a bottle of tequila, limes and salt. she hung onto his arm, wrapping her free arm around it as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

“come on, let’s go upstairs,” he told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. she leaned back, a small smile on her face as she looked up at him.

“i’m so proud of you,” she said, letting go of him, lifting her hands and placing them on his cheeks. “you deserve this championship.”

“thank you,” he moved his head to kiss the palm of her hand. she chuckled, taking her hands off to help him with the bottle of liquor. “let’s get wasted.”

she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been waiting for this moment since the first time back in austria. sometimes, if she closed her eyes and thought back to that night, she swore she could still feel his hot breath against her neck, his wet tongue gathering the salt, his lips barely on hers as he collected the lime. she wanted to feel that again. she wanted it every day.

they slipped away unnoticed, everyone was way too drunk to notice their absence, which was odd since they were all there to celebrate max. but they didn’t care, this wasn’t something they wanted everyone else to see. max sat down on a stool, a table by his side. he placed a plate with limes and the salt shaker on it, and watched her place the bottle there too. she stood in front of him, and he put his hands on her waist, pulling her close to him.

“sit,” he said. she raised an eyebrow. she placed her hands on his knees, pushing his legs together. then, she climbed on his lap.

“better?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“better,” he confirmed. she smiled, and everything she could see was blue. the blue of his eyes that never left her face. they stared deep into her, as if he was meeting her for the first time, as if she were the only thing that existed at that moment. she watched his eyes move slowly, they inspected her, memorizing every inch of her. she saw as a corner of his mouth twitched, her eyes went to his lips.

she loved his lips. she’d never told him that, but she liked that they were full and thick, and fit him perfectly. he took a deep breath as he noticed her eyes drifting down, his lips parted, and she felt his breath hit her chin, since she was on top of him, she had to look down to see him. she wanted to taste his lips, she decided at that moment.

she placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward. the hands on her hips gripped tighter, and max straightened his back, it was almost an automatic response when he felt nervous, and it brought him closer to her faster than either of them expected.

“m-max,” she whispered, her eyes on his. she saw as his eyes drifted down to her lips, “can i-”

she couldn’t finish her question, she was cut off by that pair of lips that she’d been dreaming of since they met, they were on hers, kissing her hard. a whimper escaped her throat, being swallowed by him as he tilted his head to the side and leaned forward, pushing her head back. one of his hands left her waist, he placed it on the back of her head, keeping her there. her hands were on his face now, and she felt him shudder beneath her touch.

later, as she found herself unable to sleep, she’ll think about this. how max basically melted under the touch of her fingertips against his face. she held him gently, compared to the rough battle their lips had at that moment.

max swore he was tasting a piece of heaven. when he was younger, he’d had to convince himself that he was in love with his partners. but the truth was, no one could make him feel the way she did. his feelings for her were strong and true and real. he didn’t have to convince himself this time. he knew it. and it scared him.

the kiss was growing desperate, one of her hands slid down to his neck, and she could feel his rapid heartbeat beneath the layers of skin. he leaned back, looking up at her through his long lashes, his lips parted as he breathed in. she felt goosebumps running down her back as she saw him in that state. his hands slid down to her waist again, and this time, she grabbed him by his perfect ashy brown hair and brough his lips to hers.

she wanted him. that was a fact that she’d tried to fight since it first came to mind. she wanted to blame the alcohol in their systems, but she knew it just gave her the courage to do it. these actions were all hers.

she broke the kiss, her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating quickly beneath her touch. she leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. these actions were all hers. and that scared her.

“i can’t- i-” she panted, her chest heaving as she breathed in and out. she was afraid to open her eyes. what if-

“(y/n)...” his voice was breathy as he said her name. she felt chills, she felt time stopping as he called her name. but she could feel fear creeping up her back.

“no, max- we- we’re friends…” she opened her eyes, looking down. his hand went up to her chin, he leaned back but kept her in place, “we can’t-”

“cause we’re friends. i know,” he said, she saw him blinking twice, he swallowed a lump in his throat. she was right, they were just friends, and their friendship was too valuable to risk it.

she closed her eyes, swallowing the words, the conversation stuck in her throat.

december 13th, 2021.abu dhabi, uae.

she woke up with max by her side. he was warm, she liked that he was warm. she smiled as she placed her head on his chest, throwing an arm over his stomach as she snuggled against him. somewhere between the hours of 1 and 3am, they’d thrown all cautions out the window.

‘i love you, and not like a best friend. i don’t want you like a best friend.’

she was in love with max verstappen. and somehow, he was in love with her, too.

“do you not sleep?” she was startled as she heard his voice. it was deep and rough and raspy, and she wanted to hear more of it.

“did i wake you?” she whispered, looking up at him.

“well considering the fact that you’re squeezing me to death, letting me unable to breathe, i’ll say that was a great factor to me waking up,” he dropped his head down on the pillow as she chuckled, holding onto him tightly.

“can you blame me?” she asked, daring to place a kiss on his chest.

“no, i can’t blame you,” he smiled, sliding an arm beneath her, he moved her so she was now sitting on top of him. she raised an eyebrow.

“you like me being on top, don’t you?” she teased, leaning down, her lace covered breasts touching his chest, her lips hovered over his.

“it’s the greatest view,” he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. she breathed in deeply, her hands going up to his face. she loved the feeling of his lips on hers.

“so much pining, anticipation…” she said as she breathed, diving back in, “desperately waiting.” her lips went down to his neck, where the evidence of the night before was littering his skin. they hadn’t had sex, max knew that had to be her choice, and he sure as hell didn’t want their first time together to be like that. “you know i woke up late… that day we met,” she said, her nails running up and down his stomach, where she could feel his muscles tensing, “or maybe… i woke up just in time to stumble into you.”

she sat up, looking for his hands. he laced their fingers together, keeping them by her sides as he sat up as well, coming face to face with her.

“and now… i get to wake up by your side.”

“my hands shake,” he said, “i’ve noticed that… whenever i know that i’m going to see you, my hands start shaking. and since last saturday, they never stopped shaking, because i didn’t know when i would see you again.”

“and now you know,” she said, bringing his hands up to her lips, between them, “you know that i’m never leaving your side.”

“good.”

“you’ve changed my life. i didn’t know i could connect with someone, so deeply and real, and i’ve loved being your friend, but now… i want more.”

“i used to be lucky enough to call my best friend, way back before you were my everything,” he said, making her breath hitch, he leaned in, letting go of one of her hands to move her hair away, his lips touched her neck. “now i’m sucking your neck,”

“you did that before, though,” she said, sighing at the feeling, “with tequila,”

“it’s different now,” he continued, “now, i just want to lay back, and watch you pin me to the bed,” he confessed, “and we’ll get as far as you want to.”

“give it time,” she said, kissing his cheek as she obeyed, she pushed him back against the bed, one of her hands slid up to his throat. “is this what you imagined?”

“this is much better,” he smiled, “and no pressure. you’re the boss here.”

he waited. she waited. they waited until she was sure she couldn’t fall more in love with him, but she realized that day would never come since max found a way, each day, to make her feel like the only girl in the world.

so she tried.

february 14th, 2022.monte-carlo, monaco.

she sat on top of max, with her knees on either side of him. she held his face with one hand, the other was curled around his soft strands of hair. their lips were tangled together, and even with that certainty that they were as close as possible, she could still feel max’s hands shaking on top of her hips.

“i want-” she started, breaking the kiss to speak, she pressed her forehead against his, “i’m ready.” she said. “i’m ready. i want you,”

“wh- you-” max started, but was cut off by her lips on his again.

“please. it’s valentine’s day, and- and i bought this new dress, that i know i look hot in,”

“so hot,” he said, kissing his way down to her neck.

“and i bought it… just so you could take it off. so, max emilian verstappen,” she pulled him by his hair, making him look at her, “take this dress off, and fuck me like you love me.”

she was breathing hard, and she could feel the way her words were affecting him. she’d gotten used to teasing him, learning what he liked, what made him sigh and beg for more. she wanted him to be the one begging, but if things went well that night, she’d hopefully be hearing that soon.

“i love you, deeply and true. it’s real and intense, and passionate. it’s full of desire and complete love. i don’t think there’s another word to describe it other than… love. so, no, i won’t fuck you like i love you… i’ll worship,” he kissed her neck, “i’ll cherish,” he nipped at the skin, making her sigh, her hips moved forward involuntarily, “i’ll love you that way.”

max took his time with her. her mind had gone blank, she let herself just feel.

he continued biting, sucking her neck. he could feel the way she was breathing fast, he lifted his hand and wrapped it around her throat, his lips met hers as he flipped both of them over, setting her over the covers softly. the red dress she wore made her look like a goddess. a goddess of seduction, temptation. her hair framed her face, in a way that made him want her more. her eyes looked brighter, her skin was glowing, her lips were full, swollen.

desire turned her into a whole different woman.

no, desire brought out the goddess hiding inside the woman.

“come,” max said, grabbing her hands. he helped her up, they stood in front of the other, max brought his hands up to her face, holding her gently. “i love you. i’ve loved you since the first moment. let me love you how you deserve to be loved.”

“please,” she whispered. he leaned closer, and they kissed, slow, deep. he slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, his hands moved to the back, finding the zipper. “take it off,” she sighed.

“patience,” he said, pecking her lips.

“i’m done being patient. i’ve already waited long enough to have you,” she said, max wanted to smirk, wanted to keep the game going, but this wasn’t the time.

he started pulling the dress down, and as the fabric abandoned her body, he made sure to cover it with kisses. his lips met every inch of skin that was available to him. he paid extra attention to her breasts, played with them and relished in every sigh, whimper and praise that left her lips. that made max work harder. he didn’t want to stop hearing those words coming from her.

minutes later, max couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he climbed on top of her, his lips were glistening, and she was biting her lips as she watched him. she held his face and pressed their lips together, tasting herself as well. she was still coming from the highs of her orgasm when she felt his fingers on her core again.

“max, please,” she whispered. his fingers were replaced by his cock, and she bit her lip, hissing.

“no turning back now,”

“i’m not even going to try,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

adrenaline, lust, love was rushing through their veins. this feeling was inescapable, not that either of them wanted to be somewhere else, feel something else. this was better than anything they’d ever felt, experienced before.

when they met, not even a year ago, they didn’t imagine that they’d be there at that moment.

“i love you,” she said, feeling another orgasm approaching as max gently moved his hips.

“you’ll love this,” he said, grabbing her hips and flipping them over, so she was on top.

“oh,” she whimpered, this new position gave her all the control, it let her feel everything. "oh, wow,"

“it's your turn now," max smiled, feeling her nails clawing at his chest, "what was it that you said? fuck me like you love me."

“fuck yes,” she whimpered, feeling max burying his hands on her hips as she started moving back and forth, getting used to this new sensation. “fuck, that feels amazing,” she threw her head back as she placed her hands on max’s chest, when she was ready, she raised her hips, then sank back down.

“god, you are amazing,” he grunted, helping her fuck herself on his cock. he laid back against the pillows, in awe of the beauty that was her. her, wrapped up in the bliss and pleasure that she was getting from using him.

“so, so good,” she whispered, furrowing her eyebrows as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against max’s, their sweaty foreheads colliding as she sped up her movements.

“i can feel you…” he paused, grunting, “your walls tightening around me, fuck,” his voice was deep and rough, she shuddered as she heard him, unaware that she’d been doing it.

“that’s… good?” she asked between sighs, max had planted his feet on the mattress, raising his hips to meet her thrusts.

“it’s great, so great,” he panted, her movements were becoming uneven, she was getting close to another sweet release. “i got you,” max said, taking charge of the thrusts.

her fingers were wrapped around his hair, since he didn’t have that many public outings at that moment, he’d let his hair grow freely, she loved it. she loved all of him, every piece, every imperfection, everything.

he loved that he’d let her learn what she wanted, what she liked, to make this moment, one that he knew meant a lot to her, the best and most perfect experience.

june 12th, 2022.baku, azerbaijan.

“shit, shit, shit,” she muttered as she almost ran to the garage. it was fifty minutes before the race, and she was late. so, so late. max had been texting her every five minutes, texts she’d received about thirty minutes ago, when her plane landed.

perks of being famous and rich, a helicopter ride solved most of her problems.

she made her way through the people, fans, and other random vip guests that crowded the paddock. once she was inside the red bull garage she leaned against a wall to catch her breath.

“finally! he’s been driving all of us crazy,” she heard someone talking to her, and she sighed as she saw max’s race engineer, gianpiero with an exhausted look on his face.

“i know,” she breathed, “i know, but my flight got delayed, and then the-” her words were cut off when suddenly a body almost jumped on top of her. she wrapped her arms around max, “hey, i’m so sorry i’m late.”

“it’s fine,” his words came out muffled, he had his face hidden in her neck.

“were you terrorising everyone without me?” she snickered.

“can you blame me? you were supposed to be here yesterday, i was bored.”

“oh, so i’m just something for your entertainment?” she laughed, max leaned back.

“maybe…” he smiled sheepishly, she rolled her eyes and grabbed his face, leading his lips to hers.

“i want to show you something,” she said once he leaned back, letting her see his eyes for the first time in three weeks.

“max, come on, time to head out,” someone said, and she groaned internally.

“i’m sorry, i-”

“go, go, i’ll be right here, okay?” she smiled, pressing her lips against max’s one more time. “good luck, champ. this win is yours,”

“hopefully.” he chuckled.

“i’m sure of it, and i’m never wrong,” she raised an eyebrow.

“whoa,” he laughed, “i can count at least fifteen times you’ve said that in the past six months and… surprise, surprise, you were wrong,” she laughed, slapping his arm.

“go. before i leave you unable to drive that stupid car,” he grabbed her hips and brought her close, connecting their lips again.

the feeling of being right is one that she loved. she liked being smug for once, to look someone in the eye and say ‘i told you so’.

she was prepared to do that, but then she saw max wink at her from the podium, and she was fine with it.

she made her way back to the paddock, but someone sliding their arm around her shoulders made her stop.

“it’s been a while,” she looked to the side, smiling as she saw charles.

“hey! it’s good to see you,” she hugged him. “how are you feeling?” she asked, this race hadn’t been the kindest to him.

“i just… wish this bad luck could stop now,” she nodded, understanding his frustration.

“i know. i’m sure you’ll figure something out soon,”

“yeah, hopefully,” he sighed, shaking his head. “so, where has max been keeping you captive? you basically disappeared after miami,”

“shut up,” she laughed, elbowing his ribs, “i have a job, too.”

“i know, i know,” he laughed, “i’m just joking. don’t forget about your friends, though. you can’t abandon us just because you have a pretty new boyfriend now,” she narrowed her eyes.

“did you just call max ‘pretty’?” she laughed, and charles groaned, realizing he’d probably used the wrong word, “and don’t worry, i know how to balance my time with the people i care about.”

“well, why don’t we go out for drinks or something?” he said.

“sure, next week?” she lifted her brows.

“sounds like a plan,” charles smiled.

“what plan?” max asked, materializing in front of them.

“hey, champ!” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. “you did amazing out there.”

“thank you,” his cheeks blushed under her stare. “what were you two planning?” max asked, and she could feel his hands holding her tighter against him, could see the way his eyes changed when his eyes drifted from her, to charles.

“oh, just going out for drinks next week,” charles said, and his voice sounded small, like he was intimidated. good, max thought.

“great, we’ll see you there,” max smiled, a forced smile that she knew all too well, the one reserved for interviews.

charles gave them a tight-lipped smile, nodding.

“there’s this place with a… uh- rooftop and-” charles said, blushing.

“that sounds great, she loves rooftops, don’t you, darling?” max grinned, and she pinched his side in return.

“uh, i guess i’ll- see you there,” charles smiled before making his way to his own motorhome.

“couldn’t you be a bit nicer? he’s been struggling non-stop these weeks,” she bit back a smile, knowing that max was jealous, even though he had nothing to worry about.

“i know, i already talked to him in the media pen,” max rolled his eyes, “why did you talk to him before you talked to me?” he almost pouted.

“ah, because everyone wanted to talk to the winner, the championship leader and current world champion,” she placed her hands on his face, squishing his cheeks together, “i could wait,”

“well, i’m not making you wait anymore. come on,” he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, he walked her to the red bull motorhome.

hours later, they sat on max’s jet, the seats were incredibly comfortable, perfect for the long journey ahead. since the time difference would be quite significant, they decided to head to canada as soon as possible to get used to jet lag.

“hey, you were going to tell me something,” max remembered, “what was it?” he asked.

“oh,” she felt nervous, all of a sudden, “yeah, show you something, actually,”

“okay, what is it?” he asked, reaching for her hand.

“don’t freak out,” she started, biting her lip. “i did something,”

“o-kayy,” he frowned, “tell me now because i’m starting to worry,”

“you know how… i told you about the sparkly ink?” she started, and continued when max nodded, “i got a tattoo,”

“what?” max asked, reaching for her hands with his, pulling her to his lap.

“yeah, it’s… something small, but, you know, it’s important cause… it was my first,” her voice was small, shy.

“where did you get it? can you show me or…” he leaned close to her ear, “is it somewhere private?” she could feel his breath on her skin, it made her laugh, it helped dissipate the nerves.

“it’s here,” she pointed to her wrist, that was decorated with bracelets. max’s eyes went down to her hand, he held her arm running the pads of his fingers over it.

“can i?” he asked, holding one of the bracelets. she nodded and turned her wrist, so he couldn’t see the tattoo just yet. he removed them all, sliding them one by one and placing them on her other arm.

“before you see it i… i just want to say that even though it’s soon, i already love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone, anything. and i don’t… want to think too much about the future, but- even if we don’t end up together in the future,” she said, and felt max’s hand holding hers tighter, clearly not comfortable or too happy with the idea of them being apart, that made her heart beat faster, “i will always have love for you, you’ve marked me, inside and out. you’ve changed me completely, and i’ll never be the same person i was before i met you. you’ve brought out the best of me, and that’s why…” she cleared her throat, “i have this, to remember you, anywhere, anytime.”

she turned her wrist, there, right in the middle, a golden number 3.

she was watching him expectantly, waiting to see a reaction, but all max did was blink.

“and- and the good thing is, like you said- that- the three can turn into an 8. and if you turn it around the- the 8 can become an infinite. you- you know, the symbol for-” she rambled, but was cut off by max’s lips on hers. he held her face with both of his hands, and kissed her with such force, in a way that let her know that he wasn’t upset.

“there’s no need. no need for you to change it. i love it, and i love you. and you have nothing to worry about, cause you and i-” he pressed his forehead against hers, “we’re forever.”

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changingplumbob · 5 days

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Little Tiny Update

Details below the cut but trigger free version I was busy today and will likely be busy the rest of the week. I've got stuff queued but eventually there might be a few days gap. Please keep sending me the asks, I will get around to them when I can. Possibly be slower responding to things just because they take brainpower. Much love

Results of the vet visit for my fluffly sister, the cat, today (Tuesday) show she has kidney disease. My IBS nausea was intense all day and taking her there and back took energy. Tomorrow (Wednesday) I'm getting up early to take her in and they're going to flush her with fluids to try get better kidney numbers. Normally it would happen over 2 days but here our Thursday is ANZAC day so public holiday so vets closed. So I'm glad she won't have to stay there overnight, don't want her thinking she's got another long cattery stay, but it does mean a whole pile of busses tomorrow, thank the lord they let us take cats in carriers on buses here now. Then Friday it'll be another trip in for repeat bloodwork and discussion of how we can change her diet to help.

Probably still in a bit of shock, the vet was saying her physical examination looked good apart from her weight loss from her reduced eating. She has to stop the arthritis pain meds which I'm hoping improves her appetite. The vet doesn't seem to think we need to think about palliative care just yet thank goodness so fingers crossed we'll still have some time with her.

Friends what would really help me is if your posts contain pet illness (realistic illness not the ones that give them glowing red noses etc) or pet death you put a trigger warning and/or put the death below a cut. Scrolling through and seeing a cat passing on is not what I need right now, even if it is a simple sims representation. Obviously I can't tell you how to do your content but it would be appreciated.

#tw pet illness #tw is kept below cut

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Best costume ever (3) - Kinktober 9

Summary: Another Halloween. Another costume.

Kink: ripping clothes kink

Pairing: Wolverine x Reader

Characters: Scott Summers

Warnings: language, fluff, Logan is a dirty bastard, teasing, ogling, implied smut, ripping clothes kink, pregnant reader

A/N: This is a fluffly little thing with a dash of naughty Wolverine. It’s one of the few flufftober stories I wrote.

Catch up here: Is that a costume? & Where is your costume?

Kinktober 2022

“No, Logan. That one just looks awful on me,” you huff. Frustration is your new best friend as you look in the mirror to check the next costume he got for you to try on. “I look fat.”

“You look hot,” he growls in your ear. His hands already move to your ass to feel you up. “If not for the people at the store, I would have my way with you.”

“Logan, no,” you fight his hands, giggling as he tries to bury his face in your neck to kiss your skin. “Babe, not here. We got to get a costume. The professor wants us to have a nice Halloween. We can’t let him down.”

“How about we turn you into a pretty little lamb? I can be the big bad wolf as always,” he chuckles darkly as you look up at him. “Just saying, you make such a good lamb for me to feast on.”

“We can’t do this every year,” running your hand over his chest you smirk. “We already have scarred Scott for a lifetime. He can’t take much more. You know he’s a prude.”

“Aw, but I love scarring Scottie,” damn him. Your boyfriend grins like the devil himself. “Let’s do it one last time before little Logan pops out of you.”

Logan’s eyes drop toward your middle and your three months baby bump. “No.”

“Please, kitten. One last time.”

You laugh as he gives you puppy dog eyes. Logan mostly looks like he’s about to slide his claws out and rip anyone crossing his path apart. But he’s all smitten with you. Especially since he got to know you are expecting his child.

“We can’t.”

While you try to find a costume hiding your baby bump, Logan has other plans. He wants to scar Scott some more and won’t give up.

It’s this time of the year again. Logan gets all itchy the closer you get to Halloween. He just loves to fuck with Scott.

“Please. How about we do it a little?” you furrow your brows. “You know. I can only put the tip in.” He grins from ear to ear.

“You and I will behave this Halloween. No making out in public. No having sex in public. No stealing candies from the kids.”

“Hey, the little guy using his tongue like a frog offered candies to me. He’s cool. We are cool. I helped him talk to the girl he likes at school in return.”

Logan gives you a stern look. “You’re going to be such a good dad. If only you would stop wanting to mess with Scott.”

“Fuck,” he curses loudly. “I’m going to be a dad soon. What if I mess things up? What if I hurt them with my claws?”

“What if Scott tells them about your bad manners when it comes to Halloween, costumes, and keeping private things private?”

“But you think I’ll be a good dad, right?”

“Of course,” you pat his chest. “Now help me find a costume. We can’t be late and I still need to get more sweets and all.”

Logan follows you with his eyes. He smiles and his heart swells as he whispers to himself. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“Fuck me,” Logan bites his index finger. He promised to behave tonight and even agreed on wearing a costume for this year’s Halloween party but the costume you’re wearing is just too hot to get ignored.

“No.”

“Kitten how can you wear this kind of costume and expect me to do nothing about it?” he grumbles. “You know, this wild wolf will devour you.”

“It’s only a costume, baby,” you giggle as Logan purrs low in his throat. “No funny business tonight, Sir.”

“That’s not just a costume. It’s a dream coming true,” his features darken as you turn around to grab your purse. “Fuck, I’ll have my way with you, pretty pregnant sheep.”

He’s not wrong. You chose the fluffy one-piece sheep romper on purpose. The legless bodysuit has a hood, with sheep ears.

“I said no, Mr. Wolf,” you give himn a pointed look and close the zipper at the front to stop Logan from staring at your tits. “You will behave tonight. No making out in public.”

“Hmm…” he licks his lips. “I’ll try to keep my hands to myself…”

“What’s your costume, Logan?” Scott looks your boyfriend up and down. “You’re in jeans and a t-shirt. At least you’re not smoking one of your cigars tonight. That’s a pro.”

Scott doesn’t know Logan stopped smoking the moment he got to know you are expecting his child.

“Scott are you blind,” Logan slaps his chest. “Or can’t you read? What does my shirt say?”

“Her big bad wolf.”

Scott scrunches up his nose as Logan wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“That’s right. I’m Y/N’s big bad wolf and she’s my cute ‘lil sheep. I love to devour her. Even in public.”

Logan bares his teeth as Scott eyes you up and down in your sexy costume. “A sexy sheep, huh?”

“My sexy sheep,” you laugh as Logan goes full possessive boyfriend. He steps in front of you to size Scott up. “How about you get yourself a drink or something? Y/N and I want to have a snack.”

The party is in full swing. People laugh, chat, and tell each other scary stories. It’s past 1 am, so the kids are already in their rooms to get some sleep or share the sweets they collected.

You enjoy yourself and even got Logan to dance with you.

You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he gently sways you to the music.

“That’s nice,” Logan smirks as his hands move to your ass to shamelessly grope you. “Logan!”

“Kitten, let us be bad one last time before we become good parents and raise our child. I want to dirty things to you.”

You giggle. Logan is just too adorable and sexy at the same time when he wants to seduce you. “Fine, but not here.”

“My sexy kitten, dressed like a sheep,” Logan circles you like prey, chuckling while slowly sliding his claws out. “You look so sexy in your costume but, you will look even better without it.”

“Logan, what are—” you whimper as he carefully cuts the front of your romper open with one of his claws. He growls low in his throat as he gets a good look at your breasts. “I liked that costume.”

“I liked it very much too,” there is something sinister in his eyes. Logan slides his claws back in and steps closer again. He rips your costume into two halves, dropping the fabric carelessly to the ground. “Look at my sexy sheep.”

He chuckles when you point a finger at him.

“LOGAN!”

“Just one more time,” he hums as you put your hands on your hips. “Let me ruin you, my little lamb…”

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#wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan x reader #logan x you #wolverine x you #wolverine fanfiction #kinktober day 9 #Best costume ever (3)#hugh jackman as logan #wolverine smut

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 4 months

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accidentally in love

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : so, she said "what's the problem, baby?" what's the problem? I don't know- maybe I'm in love"

Word Count : I called it "mini fics" for a reason hehe

Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!athletic!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), Eddie being a dork (im gonna squeeze him), bullying (defending Eddie isn't enough anymore, I need a gun), Jason Carver appearance( A big "ew" I know-), public humiliation, no use of y/n

What to Expect : FLUFFLY FLUFF‼️‼️Childhood!Bestfriends, friends to lovers

Note To Reader : yup- I had another idea, what if Eddie got accidentally hit by a ball and reader gets to help him and while aiding him, he gets all dramatic and reader gets worried and then realizes Eddie is just playing with her- AHHH YOU GET ME?!? also I'm not an athletic, my apologies if it isn't accurate here but I just wanted to have a scene that involves a sport in it

Author Note : I WORSHIP SHREK HERE ON MY PAGE!!!! I DON'T TOLERATE THE HATE TOWARDS IT 😤😤😤😤

Eddie hates P.E classes

Not that he's lazy to participate in tasks like exercises

He doesn't like to get all sweaty and feel tired more than ever after it

He changed into P.E uniform in the boy's locker room

He took a deep breath to stretch his body and warm up for the activity

He's on the bench with his knee jumping up and down while he shuts his eyes as wishes that his teacher won't pick him

"Mr.Munson? Get in the middle of the court, please"

"Damn" he mutters as he begrudgingly gets up from his seat as he walks through his way into the middle

"Alright, Mr.Elrod, take the serve- on this first round"

His classmate takes the volleyball, he is so seriously so focused when he knew the ball would come right at him, he is ready to spike it until he didn't knew behind from his back someone or purposely hit him with another ball that made the upcoming ball falls right from his face making him tumbled down on the floor

Even though volleyballs are softer than basketballs, it isn't supposed to hurt much but the impact from the both balls are really strong

He groans from the pain that he's feeling behind the back of his head and his elbows

"What a show! Munson!" Jason shouts through the gymnasium his voice echoes while he cackles as the other students laughed with him

Eddie grimaces as he tries to sit up slowly avoiding any part of his body that is hurting

"Oh, go to hell! Jason!" A familiar voice coming from his behind, he can hear the sneakers squeaking on the floor, he was to turn his head around to look up who it is-

"I'll help you get up"

A hand was hanging across from his face as he raises his head to the girl who is bending down slightly, standing next to him

A sweet smile sitting on your face, offering him a hand

He stares at you suddenly all of the needling pain has gone out of the window

Your smile never left your face while you gesture to your hand

He feels like he knew you, but he might be wrong

He blinks and shyly takes your hand, the moment he finally gets to stand on his own feet, you help him to balance himself

He rips his hand off from you as if it's a crime to held hands with a outcast like him

You noticed it, of course, you understood why, he did it

A part of you, slightly disappointed that he couldn't remember you?

You saw his elbow had a fresh cut from the fall and his head needed to put an ice bag on it because you can tell that he winces deep inside

"Mr.Barlowe, I'll take Eddie at the nurse's office"

Eddie raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, he isn't used to having kindness towards him

"Okay, you both can be excused, you can do the activity tomorrow"

You walked with him on the way to the nurse's office

He take chances to glance at you, the moment he recognizes you

You looked at him, the color from his face are all gone looking pale as ever

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm good" he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes

You stare at him for awhile as you turned around to open the nurse's office

He gets even more nervous that you and him are both alone in the room

"Hey, uh- listen- you don't have to do this"

He watches you as you get the first aid kit and other things that you needed

He's waiting for your response, you sat down on the chair, pulled one for him and placed your things on the small table

"I want to help you because I want to" you gesture at the chair

He hesitates for a second, he closes the door behind him and he sats down

You grab the ice bag, holding out for him as you say

"Put this where it hurts" you say as you wash and sanitize your hands

"T-Thanks" he murmurs as he swallowed nervously

"Let me see"

You perk up at eyebrow at him pointing to his elbow as he show it to you

You click your tongue "That asshole, Jason" you shook your head, your face is scrunched up in annoyance

His eyes softens the way you took care of him, your eyebrows knitted together for concentration as you dab the cotton balls with alcohol on the wounded area

"How you're feeling? Any improvements?" You ask while tearing a new band-aid

He's leaning on the table, his head is tilted a little as he watches you work, he blinks when he finally registered that you're talking to him

"The ice helps" he blurted out

You smirked

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!" you chuckled as you placed the band-aid on his cut

He tenses and his cheeks blooms red

"y-you remember that?" he leans closer to you as he removes the ice bag from his head

"Duh!- no- don't take that off!" You giggled from his suddenly cheerful voice as you help him to put the ice bag back from his head

He smiles and his eyes became even more sweeter while he gazes on you

"you're like one of the best partners that I ever had in music class like I'm so lucky that you're my partner on the project that we worked on back in elementary!" You happily reminisce the memory, your eyes gilmmers with such joy and he loves seeing that

"We we're neighbors! and oh- my god- don't tell me that you completely forgotten about that I was also the one who-

"take care of me when I scraped my knee while trying to learn how to ride a bike!"

Eddie finishes your sentence and you widely grinned at him

"and here we are back at it again"

"aaaaaand I'm such a fool for not recognizing you earlier"

"no, it's okay-" you look down fast, you missed the way he always exaggerates his words

"it just that you looked different" he gestures to your face and your clothes

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you shrugged "Yeah- I get that a lot"

You continue to talk as you cleaned up as you discarded the wipes, cottons, wrapper from the table

"I may look different but I won't forget the people who were very dear to me"

He watches your every move, how come he didn't remember- the girl who has always been in his heart since day one

"Especially, the ones who are nice to me" you flick back your hair as you fixed your jogging pants rolling up the hems on the bottom

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!"

Your voice keep replaying inside of his head as he lights up an idea

He wants to take the risk if somehow and he hopes that you still harboring feelings for him just the way like he do for years

"Ah! It hurts!" He exclaims as he fell down from his seat while holding his elbow as he pretends that it hurt really bad

Well, technically, yes- it's still excruciating painful but it's not as bad as it was earlier

You gasped and your eyes turn into worry

Your knees are on the floor consoling him

"Oh- my god! Eddie- is there anything that I could do?" You rambled as your eyes roam over at the wounds that you took care for-

Eddie is fighting his smirk for this silly plan to go short-lived, so, he continues to act

"I don't feel so good, I think- I'm gonna die" he dramatically stated as he passes out

"No- N-No -No!" Your voiced cracked as you panicked

You keep nudging him and keep shaking him

"Eddie!"

Still no response

Your mind is scrambled, you lean down to listen to his heartbeat

He peeked his one eye open as he smirks slightly down on your action

As soon as you got back up, he is still unresponsive and his eyes are closed

He didn't knew this little evil plan would work and he is laughing deep inside and he really just wants to burst it out anytime sooner

You're just kneeling there and try to look everywhere to help him wake up but you can't moved easily because you're so frantic that it might get even more worse, so-

There is only one thing to wake up him like fast

Somehow, Eddie's acting made you believe that he is unconscious

Your breathing is getting more ragged and your hands are now clammy

Your eyes are misty because this is not just some random person, you know this person

He's your childhood bestfriend

Your path in life and your socialization, maybe different but your bond you shared together?

It will never drift and won't ever fade away

You wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world

Even, you don't hang out that much often, you still and will always cared for him

If only he knew

You pull him close to your body as you carefully hold his head, cradling into your arms

If only he could see the way your eyes sparks speaks the unspoken words that you really wanted to say after all these years

You went with it, both of your lips touched, you lean down and kiss him

Your eyes widen, the second you kissed him, he kisses you back

His eyes flutter open slowly

You can see that he is surprised too but the moment is over when you saw the mischievous glint on his eyes

And oh my fucking god, that smirk, that you always knew

The humiliation and the recognition crosses your beautiful features

As Eddie's grin grows more bigger that his dimples show, you always loved his dimples

Your cheeks are hot on fire, you swallowed shyly as he tries to get up still limping a little bit

You duck your head down as you sat back on the chair

The moment you heard him snickered, you frown at him

You glare your eyes on him as he throws his head back in laughter

You playfully push his chest as he laughs even more harder

"You! Infuriating devious monster!" You angrily whisper-shouted at him- that you almost went out with your full voice as you remembered that you're in school

He chuckles at your state- his devilishly charming smirk sitting on his face as you rolled your eyes at him

As you moved yourself away from him, he catches your hands pulling you closer to him as you blushed at his action

Your heart stuttered and you blinked rapidly

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date-"

You scoffed at him ignoring the way you feel all fuzzy at his announcement

"Are you serious? You pulled that stunt to just ask me out on a date?" You ripped your hands off of him as you step behind back

He shyly admits "Yeah" as he flashes you a cute smile and those doe eyes again

"You liked it, don't you?" He says as he tilts his head at you with a smug smile

You shake your head as you avoid his eyes, the nerve of this man

"Liked what?" You snarky replied back as you raised an eyebrow

You know what he's referring to but you're too embarrassed to admit since

It's confirmed, that you also do like him and that shocks you that you thought after all this time, you're the only one who is falling for him

It turns out that you both did since day one, you and him are just caught up with all of the life that's been going on

You both didn't get the chance to catch up until now

He teases you about the way you fight to not to look at his eyes

Your lips curled into a smile, he points it out

"Oh! See! I knew it! I got a smile, so- that means, Yes" he proudly nods as he dust off shoulder as you giggled

"You're still not forgiven though"

"Aww, you know what- maybe- I should got into another accident so I could get another-" he makes a kissy face at you as you laughed

"Or you could-" you pretend to think for a second

"I could make an exception"

"Ooh? How? Do tell" you sparked interest at him

He walks closer to you, it all seems too much and it couldn't get any easier of your overwhelming feelings at the same time

Your heart hops into so much happiness

"I could do better"

"Do better at what?"

He kisses you once again as you squealed that he caught you off guarded, you kissed him back as you closed your eyes as he sighs in content, his heart soars the way you pulled his shirt much more closer to you as he deepens the kiss

A sudden knock at the door, you pulled away from each other as the room filled with silly giggles from the both of you

"Hello? If you're both still in there, you should get on with your next class, young lady" your P.E teacher spoked outside as you tried to cover your mouth to stop giggling so bad

Eddie tries to mimick the teacher mannerisms as you hold your stomach, you must resist not to cackle while your teacher is still there

"Or it's detention for the both of you"

"I'll choose that anytime" he jokingly whispers as you poke his sides with your elbow

As soon you heard the receding footsteps, you looked at each other and that's where it all let out the suppressed laughter

"you think you can continue to attend classes now?" Your laughter died down as you try to catch up with your breath

"Yeah, I do, thanks to you" he winks at you

You became flustered as you roll your eyes at him again as you tuck your hair behind your ear

You grab your stuff and set everything aside from the nurse's office

As you both went outside of the room, he hugs you from the behind as you melt with it, a fond smile is on your lips

"I love you"

Your heart skyrocketed to his admission as he pulled back as he also couldn't believe of what he just did

"I love you, too, so much" your words are so soft spoken that it almost like it's only for him to hear

His gaze became even more lovingly as he cheesily smiles as raises his fist up in victory as you chuckled to his antics

"Sundaes and French Fries?" He says as he offers his forearm for you to hold as you gladly accept

"Just like the good old days"

You both went straight to your classes sharing the same looks and smiles across both of your faces

:))

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love-islike-abomb · 3 months

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The witch's seduction: part 1

Warnings: sci-fi, angst, errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @msbluehaz3 @mandeelemons @mindfulofmani @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda @jstarr86

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Dancing shadows and firelight were a everyday thing to her. The shadows had become friends. Familiar spirits just looking to cause mischief and scare her sister whenever she wandered a little to close. A sudden scream confirmed they had indeed done what she intended "Alessandra!!" Her sister Cassandra yelled. A deep giggle escaped her lips "i love you to!" Alessandra yelled back.

The sisters had done similar things since they were little and pranking each other had almost become boring to Alessandra. She carved something new. She carved change! The desire had become so strong that she knew there was a reason why, a witch always knows! Something better was out there for her but convincing anyone in her family compound that the outside world was safe, especially with the witch hunter out there, would be next to impossible.

She loved her family but coming into her own at the age of 28 had made her grow tired of the same old thing. "Alessandra, are you ok?" Cassandra asked. Alessandra smiled "have you ever wondered what's out there? What's beyond the gate?"

"I'll tell you what's out there! The witch hunter is out there!" Cassandra said"promise me you won't go out there!"

"I'm bored I'm here Cassandra! I snap my fingers and I get whatever I want! Just one Time I want something different!" Alessandra said.

Cassandra grabbed her sister's hand "listen to me! Nothing good is out there! We are safe in here! Please promise me you won't go out there!"

Alessandra sighed heavily "fine!"

Cassandra smiled "I love you!" She said giving her sister a kiss on the cheek.

"i love you to" alessandra smiled back.

Tonight while everyone was asleep Alessandra knew what she had to do. She was gonna sneak out of the compound! She was an adult after all, what really could they do?

Later that night

11pm, everyone is asleep and now is her chance. Walking to the gate of the compound she took a deep breath. She had already put a blinding fog over the compound so when the alarm did go off no one would see who it was. The alarm would take a few minutes to catch up so as quietly as she could she opened the gate, the henges groaning from not being used very often. A soft wind blowing alerted her she was doing something she wasn't supposed to but she didn't care!

On the other side of the gate she put her cloak over her head and shut the gate. The feeling of freedom she had just from that one small defiant move was overwhelming. She didn't have much time before the alarm went off and had to get as far away as she could. Walking through the Forest she saw creatures she'd never seen before. Fluffly creatures with buck teeth and long fluffy tales lived in the trees. Why was it day out here and night in her compound?

The deeper into the forest she went the more she loved it. Beautiful flowers that would never grow in her compound! Purple, red, pink, and blue. All beautiful shades. She picked one of the pink ones and put it to her nose "who are you?" She heard a man's voice say before she spun around and snapped her fingers to produce a dagger"witch!" The man yelled.

"witch hunter!" She yelled back taking her hold down making him stop in his tracks. She was beautiful! Her raven black hair framed her heart shaped face beautifully! Her deep brown eyes pierced through him, and her olive skin glowed in the sunlight. Her dagger was at his throat "whats your name?" He asked.

"Alessandra!" She said.

He smiled at her "you're not like the rest of them! None of them have ever come out here, yet you seem strangely relaxed in a foreign environment. Why?"

"i grow tired of being Able to snap my fingers and get what I want! Im bored and i've always wondered what's out here!" She said her dagger beginning to dig into his skin "why haven't you killed me already?"

"i can see you're different! I mean you no harm! Please get rid of the dagger" he said.

Alessandra hesitated for a moment, never breaking her gaze away from his before finally making her dagger disappear "whats your name witch hunter?" She asked.

"Roman" he said putting his sword back in its sheeth "come! My cabin is just up the way" he said reaching his hand out "please come with me?"

"I will follow you witch hunter!" She said

"Roman!" He said lowering his hand in annoyance. He wasnt gonna earn her trust that easy and he knew it. Whatever happened he knew he wanted it to be with her. Something about her memorized him! He's been trained not to fall to a witch's charm and he never has. She never once tried to swoon him where most witches would. They walked the path to his cabin with her walking behind him to keep him in her line of sight. He said he meant her no harm but could she really be sure? Was this just a trap?

Soon they came to a clearing, a wheel with running water in the front "what is this strange thing?" She asked.

"that's a water mill" he said "it's where I get fresh water from!"

She was memorized at how the water turned the wheel, always running and always clear. As they walked to the door a familiar sound filled her ears "an owl?" She asked.

He smiled "something your familiar with?"

"owls are the wise ones! All seeing, and always protecting us!" She said.

"from what?" He asked.

"you!" She said her face dropping.

"Alessandra I promise I mean you no harm!" He said opening the door "here come in! Make yourself at home"

Walking in the cabin she looks around and there were candles like at her compound but they were different. They weren't floating like the ones at her compound. They were in strange golden sticks that held them in the Air.

"would you like something to eat?" He asked.

"oh Incan just do this!" She said waving her hand as feast appeared in the table. "That's useful!" He smiled.

"I try!" She smiled before it faded "do you have a shower? It's dark now and I'd like to get some sleep!"

"down the hall to the right" he said "theres also a spare bedroom at the end of the hallway. I can grab you some towels if you like!"

"oh that won't be necessary!" She smiled as towels appeared in her hand.

he put his hands on his hips "of course not. I'll leave you to it"

She walked down the hallway to the shower and shut the door. The witch hunter was very handsome and not at all what she expected. She took a deep breath and set her towels down. She was gonna figure this out!

In the dinning room he sat and looked at the feast she had produced from thin air. The witch hunter wssnt supposed to allow a witch in his cabin let alone fall for one! If anyone found her here they'd both be in danger but it was to late now! They could discuss it in the morning. For now they both needed to clear their heads. A lot had to be taken in!

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #witchy woman #wwe #roman reigns imagine

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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Pt 4.

***After his Disastrous conversation with you, Eddie is extremely distracted through all of Hellfire. Then you storm in demanding he talk to you about the Skull Rock fiasco***

+++Fluffly fluff+++

X Language, Drug use, Sexual Tention, little bit of heartbreak, Eddie isn't mean anymore, reader is no longer bitchy X

>Back and forth POV, mostly Eddies<

@eddiemunson4ever @stardustmunson tagged by request

🖤xoxo

"Eddie" Mike yells, waving his hand in front of his face. "Was that a hit or not?!" Mike points at the dice which hand landed on 12, almost directly in front of where Eddie was staring.

"That my young friend, is a miss" Eddie breathes. He couldn't concentrate on the game at all right now. All he could think about was the Shit Show encounter he just had with her an hour ago. He fought back tears the whole ride to the Hellfire meeting. Dustin and Mike staring at him while they drove in silence.

"WHAT, NO" Mike groans, as Eddie Slaps Mikes Character piece off the board. "Sorry dude" he tries to grin" "Dustin" Eddie gestures "You get final roll". "Fuck" Dustin says, taking his lucky die in his hand "come on baby come on". He flicks his wrist, and the dice roll and bounce across the board. "COME ON, YOU BITCH" Dustin yells, grip so tight on the table his hands are numb.

"Sorry boys, Vecna, has claimed you all" Eddie says, knocking the final character piece of the board. There is some heated yelling for several minutes before Gareth and the older members say their goodbyes and head out to the parking lot.

Eddie, Mike, and Dustin were wondering around the room looking for rogue game pieces when they heard the door fly open. "Ahem" they stand up hearing a familiar female tone. "Dustin, Mike, OUT. Now" she stood in the doorway gesturing to the two boys to leave her and Eddie alone.

"Oohhh.....No" Dustin groans, grabbing his bag and shuffling out of the room. "Not here, please" he begs her as he walks out behind mike. "Just go" she says, slightly pushing her little brother forward.

"Hey" Eddie starts, his face hot and his heart sunken at the flashback of her running away crying earlier this evening.

"Look Eddie, I think we need to sit down and talk about what's been happening between us." she said calmly, taking a seat at the table. She gestures for Eddie to join her, but at that moment he is frozen in his spot. She wants to talk about it, now? Oh god what should he even say to her about what happened that night at Skull Rock? Eddies mind was racing in circles as he sat down across from her. Looking up he can see that she still had tears staining her face, and his eyes well up Immediately.

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"Eddie look" You start to say, breaking eye contact from Eddie after noticing his eyes well up. "I just want us to figure out what happened, I don't want to keep fighting with you about it forever" twiddling your fingers you look back up at him, trying to gain his own composure, furiously bouncing his leg. "Okay" Eddie whispers, so low you almost thought he didn't respond at all. "Okay let's talk about it" wiping a tear away from his eye as it threatened to fall to his cheek.

"Earlier at the house, you said you waited for me that night, but I waited until midnight and never saw you" Eddie says, trying to steady his breathing, still avoiding eye contact with you.

"Eddie" you reach for his hand that was on the table and gently place yours on top of it. "Eddie, I got there at 8pm and waited until almost 10. I was sitting right in our usual spot under the rock. I kept hearing this weird shuffling circling around me and after a while I got really freaked out and left". You lightly stroke his hand with your thumb. You look up and see Eddies large brown eyes staring at you, in utter shock.

"I got..." He choked for a second, "I got really stoned at the trailer before I left, I was walking around those woods the whole time you were sitting there....." Eddies voice trailed off at the realization that you never blew him off, and that it was probably HIM you got frightened by while he wandered around in the dark lost.

"I tried coming by your trailer for days after that, but you were never home, or didn't answer. I figured you forgot and were embarrassed but then weeks went by, you didn't call, you didn't come by to see Dustin or I, and that's when it hit me, that we were probably no longer friends. At that moment I thought you blew me off on purpose, and just stopped caring about me" Your breath hitches at the last part of your sentence and you feel warm tears coating your face again. you look up to find Eddie full blown crying at this point.

"Stopped caring about you?!" He repeats, as he places his other hand on top of yours and squeezing it a little. "Sweetheart, I NEVER stopped caring about you". "That night was really important to me, and my heart was broken when I thought you blew me off". "I," He started, taking your hand and putting it on his cheek, "I was going to ask you....to be mine that night. Mikes older sister helped me pick out some flowers you would like, and I wore that stupid black button up you always said I looked so handsome in". "Then I started to get really, really nervous so I smoked a joint before I left, which clearly was the biggest mistake of my life". He places a kiss on your hand before cupping it between his.

You both sat there for what seemed like hours, holding each other's gaze as tears streamed from your faces. The utter relief you both felt was overwhelming. Eddie noticed you shiver and quickly slipped his hand from, yours, circled the table as he removed his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. He lightly kissed the top of your head and whispered into it "come on sweetheart, let's get you home" holding his hand out to take yours once more.

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie munson #fanfic

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vamppanda · 1 year

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Trying to leaving your boyfriend when is asleep.

Megumi x Reader

Request by: no one

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: None

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You was in your boyfriend bathroom doing your nightly routine. Right when you was going for your facemask, you see that there was none. You shake it off and start looking for your cream, but you ran out of that too, You remember you left some here. You look under the sink in the cabinet, you saw that all of the stuff you left her was gone. You goan and pick your phone your phone to see what time it is.

"It was 10pm, so some store will be open at this time." You thought.

You change to a long dress and left the bathroom. You see that your boyfriend Megumi was asleep on the bed. You walk over and shake him a little, because he was alight sleep.

" Babe."

"huh" He hum

" I am going to the store, I am just tell you, just in chase you wondering where i am.''

He just look at you confuse.

'' Where are you going?''

'' To the store like I said.''

''OH'' He said as he roll over. You pull the cover back on him.

'' I will be back later."

You walk to the door fast. Just as you open the door, he woke up and throw the blankets off of him. You hear him and run down the stairs, you grab your purse and slip on your fluffly shoes on.

''WAIT''

You was about to walk out of the door, when you felt Megumi grab your wrist. That made you close the door. You look at him confuse, because he was upstairs sleep.

'' You are not going out there alone." He said as he let you go and put on his shoes and his coat, he grab his car keys.

" But....... I will be fine by myself, I am just going to store, it will just be right quick.''

''Ok sooo, I will don't want you going out there by yourself.... out there alone.''

You open the door and wave him off.

'' I will be fiiiinnnneeee.''

With that you walk out and slam the door on his face, and then you immediately started running down the outside stairs. WHen you was about to hit the bottom step, you heard the front door open and close. You heard heavy footsteps of your boyfriend following after you.

When you made to your car. Then you just remember you left your car keys on the table in his house. So you start walking to the store. When you got to the side walk, you heard a car drive right next to you. Then you heard your boyfriend voice yell out to you.

'' GET IN THE (Y/N) NOW.''

'' NOW''

He grow irritate of you.

'' WOMEN IF YOU DON'T GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW...SO HELP.''

''Fine.'' You said rolling your eyes.

He stop the car and put it in park. You open the passenger side door and got in. You close the door, put on your seatbelt, and stare out the window. He put his hand on your lap, but you slap it off you. He put his hand right back.

'' You know, you didn't even have to come.''

'' I had to come, to make sure that no one or nothing hurt you. So where are you going ?''

'' Well I am going to the store to buy all the facemask and cream that disappear suddenly .''

He face went red, he cough awkward in his hand.

'' Sooo walmart.''

'' yup''

' No wonder his face was smooth.' You thought.

A little while later, you guys made it the Walmart. He park a little far away from the store. He turn the car off and look a t you.

'' What are we going in for?''

'' We?!?!''

He rise an eyebrow at you.

'' Yes we.'' He said as he point at you and him.

'' Ok fine.''

''Wait.. Now that i think about it, why don't you want me to come.?''

You look at him and rub his leg.

'' Because I don't not want you to get up and go, Because you was try for work and you needed the rest.''

'' So that don't mean you can go by yourself, and plus I want to make sure you are safe.''

'' AWW you are nice for your own good, but you will be pushing the cart and putting the bags in the car.''

'' Fine...that only because I want to.''

'' Ok whatever.'' You said getting out the car.

'' OH and tell your friends to stop using my stuff.''

'' Ho-''

'' Because all of your friend faces was smooth, even Gojo.''

'' Fine, but I can't make promises.''

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Masterlist

#XBLACKREADER #jjk megumi #jjkxblackreader #Meguni x Black reader #megumi fushiguro

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Sebby ajdkdkdkd funny fluffly thot <333

But hehe im the most oblivious person in the world, everytime someone at a party approaches me I think they wanna be my friends and then when they try to make out with me I get so confused bc I truly thought they wanted to be my friends AHSKDKDKD

I’m thinking of that happening with Jake, like it is always so obvious to everyone that he’s flirting with you but you think he's just being nice, he’s always touching you? Well, he’s a touchy person. He’s complimenting you? You think he’s being nice. He holds stuff for you or open doors for you too? You think it is because that’s how his ma raised him and he’s like that with everyone, a gentleman.

But turns out he’s not like that with everyone and he doesn’t know what to do anymore because you just seem to never notice, so one day he takes a leap of faith and he kisses you.

When you break the kiss you’re out of breath and all blushy, you giggle a little and ask him if he likes you, he just groans and tells you “Sweetheart I’ve spent the last 3 months flirting with you and I just kissed you, of course I like you” and then you smile and get so embarrased because now every single nice gesture made sense, but he finds it so endearing and sweet that he can’t even get mad at you, not when you look at him like he hung the moon and stars.

“not when you look at him like he hung the moon and stars.”

ANA PLEASE FJNDSFNSJNL

this is so so so sweet i’m gonna melt!!!! and it’s just like that jake fic you recommended to me yesterday 🥹🥹🥹

thank you so much for this my sweet lil angel!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #lilacfairy 13 #sweet angel 😇#jake hangman seresin

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wilblersoot · 1 year

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Welcome to Wilbur’s Roleplay Blog

This is a Tickle Roleplay Blog for Wilbur Soot (I do regular roleplays too)! If that's not what you're here for, feel free to ignore.

I do both C!Wilbur and CC!Wilbur

DISCLAIMER! I am NOT Wilbur Soot and I am in NO WAY trying to impersonate him!

Last Updated: Sunday, November 19, 2023 - Boundaries

Boundaries

SFW Only! NSFW DNI! I don't mind 18+ blogs as long as you're SFW. This is NOT a kink or NSFW blog so if that's what you're looking for, you're in the wrong place.

Feel free to let me know if there is anything specific that you don't want me to include in roleplays!

Don't involve tools, stocks, and machines. The only things I will allow are feathers, the use of extra body parts (wings, tails, etc), and pinning. Being restrained, the furthest I'll go is being tied with rope, ONLY if it's an interrogation situation.

I can write feet tkls in fics, but when it comes to roleplay, I want to and am only comfortable being on the receiving end. I don't want to be on the giving end.

I won't be writing anything romantic between characters (*Cough* Quackity is an exception..), I don't mind flirting and teasing in general as long as it's platonic and simply jokes, and they're close friends, nothing explicit though.

OCs are fine but interact with caution /lh. Since I don't know what kind of relationship your OC has with anyone, by default it'll be the first time actually meeting in person (i.e. having previously heard about said person but never actually seeing them) unless we've discussed this beforehand.

Please don't rush me to respond to anything! I promise you I haven't forgotten, and if I ever wanna refuse I will let you know. You can remind me every few days if I haven't responded. DON'T bring it up to my main please. /lh

My interpretation of each of the Bursonas might be different from what you normally would see, just a little heads up!

Below the cut are headcanons! The headcanons are long and consist of multiple paragraphs so if you get easily overwhelmed by lots of words or paragraphs, you don't have to read them! They're not required to know for you to roleplay with me.

Under Construction

Headcanons

Specific Character Headcanons will be listed in 'General' and 'Characters', the rest is up to interpretation (could apply to all or some). Any specific spots or headcanons may differ from the one listed below, but it wouldn't be too far off.

General

Wilbur uses He/Him pronouns but he doesn’t mind They/Them. Ghostbur and Phantombur (OSMP!Wilbur) both use He/They pronouns. The rest of 'em uses He/Him pronouns.

Wilbur is clingy. He's very clingy. He loves to spend time with his closest friends, his family is what he calls them, and will stick to you like a little duckling following its mother duck. He's a very touchy and cuddly person. An arm around the shoulder, ruffling his younger brother's hair, holding hands with his family especially when he notices one of them to be scared of something, side hugs, cuddling, and sometimes falling asleep with his brothers in his arms, although this happens rarely with his older brother not being a fan of physical touch and both him and his younger brother not really able to find the right time.

Wilbur is quite known for his sass and his quips like Techno is known for his sarcasm and his dark jokes. He's dramatic as hell and lies right through his teeth like it's nothing.

Appearance

[CC!Wilbur and C!Wilbur]

Fluffly brown curls.

Everything in his closet looks like it belongs on Pinterest boards. It's not surprising to see that most of them are sweaters and crewnecks. He is mostly seen in comfy sweaters, especially at home.

He has a bunch of coats too, no one knows why, he just has them, most of them are brown or black.

Mans has platforms and boots, goddamn he can and will be even taller if he wants to. He's rarely seen in them though (exception for Siren, Orpheus, and Revivedbur).

Basically anything you see CC!Wilbur wears is in his closet. So it doesn't stray too far from there.

[Simpbur and Softbur]

Simpbur seemingly always wears a white button up and black dress pants, he has very messy hair. They look fluffy but unkept and if you try to run your hands through his hair, your fingers will get stuck in the little knots. He always has bags under his eyes and he seems a bit skinny and slim.

Softbur seems a little better. He is seen either wearing his favorite yellow sweater or a white dress shirt with a jacket and black pants as well. He has fluffy but still somewhat messy brown hair. He also has bags under his eyes although they're not as bad as Simpbur's.

[Revivedbur]

[Phantombur]

Ler

Mean. Cruel even. /pos

Mans teasy as hell. He will always find something to say to get the lee all giggly and flustered. More often than not, he resorts to baby talk, cooing and complimenting the lee. He likes to pretend he's not doing anything, striking up a normal conversation with the lee or anyone else in the room as if he's not literally wrecking someone at the time.

He loves putting on the tickle monster persona, he likes to be a silly little monster who loves to make people smile and laugh! He could also be pretty scary in a good way and chase the lee around the place if they dare to run, he tends to be a lot more teasy when this happens, especially if the lee resorts to hiding.

He adapts to the lee's wants or needs. He’ll make sure the lee is okay, checking up on them from time to time. No way is he going to make the lee uncomfortable, tickling is supposed to be a fun activity! He doesn't usually do aftercare and he's not the best at it either but if it's required, he will attempt to do it. He'll stay with them until they’re feeling all better and gain their energy back or fall asleep.

Raspberries are always present whenever he's tickling someone, unless he's going for a more gentle route. He loves to hear the hysterical laughter and cackles it brings out! He also loves giving tickly kisses and nibbles, especially on the neck, behind the ear, and tummy! /p

Lee

He can't take what he dishes out and most of the time, he dishes out things that would absolutely kill the man.

He's good at hiding his reactions. Hard to tease and hard to break, but if you know how to get him, he's done. It'll take a lot to get a reaction out of him and most people would give up but if you keep going, he'll break eventually. It's a lot easier when you take him by surprise.

Provoker, mans gonna do anything he can to get someone to tickle him. Be it stretching, poking someone, making fun of them, or straight up asking for it, he's going to get those tickles no matter what. He doesn't do the last one until he has no other choice. He's a stubborn man with a high ego (/j).

When he gets into one of his lee moods, he doesn't dare to ask, he will try to provoke but the moment he realizes it doesn't work, he shoves the idea down. It felt like forcing someone to do something for him and normally, he doesn't mind doing that (cause he's a little bastard), but for this, it's different.

He gets lee moods often, though it's almost never strong, and when he does, he reluctantly tries to push the feeling down by doing something else to distract him. It always works since he gets distracted really easily.

Soft lee moods make him a lot more clingy and touchy (/p) than usual. More often than not he will hug you at random times, take your hand and play with them while you do your own thing, resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He's normally like this with or without a lee mood, but it's a lot worse when he has one.

He LOVES rough tickles. He absolutely loves it. Even when he's in a soft lee mood, he tends to prefer something gentle but still mean. You can still go for his worst spots, he loves it.

He SHRIEKS /pos

He absolutely loves hates the rib-counting game. It gets him every time. Trust me. The best worst thing.

He will whine and squirm when you keep the anticipation for too long, occasionally letting a giggle slip through. He'll start getting desperate and flustered, all red in the face.

He's a squirmer! Once the anticipation has an affect on him, he can't stay still. He will twist, thrash, buck, arch his back, anything to get away from those prying fingers even if he really wants it.

He denies that the tickle monster tease gets him, but it does. Usually he would be able to feign his reaction to make it seem like it's not working but he is most definitely crumbling on the inside. On the occasion that he couldn't, he would try to hold back the involuntary smile creeping up his face and the nervous giggles from slipping out. And failing. Terribly.

Wilbur doesn't run away most of the time after tickling someone until they get their energy back, intentionally giving them a higher chance to get revenge! He knows this and he finds the adrenaline of the chase scary and fun.

He's a squealer! Most of the time he either shrieks or squeals, he rarely snorts and hiccups unless it gets intense!

He LOVES teases and compliments, but will never admit it. He tries to hide it everytime he's upset or disappointed when he doesn't get them but he seems to fail almost everytime as well.

He's a hardworker therefore he often gets shoulder and back pain for sitting in his chair for too long or moving stuff around. He always refuses massages for unknown reasons. His excuse being he has never gotten them in a very long time and the last time he did, it didn't help so he believes they're useless.

He has the tendency to stare at someone's hand when he's zoning out and in a lee mood. This doesn't always happen but when he does and that person notices and wiggles their fingers at him or gives him a knowing look, his face immediately goes red.

Biting and nibbling is the best WORST. Any spot is 1000x worse when someone nibbles on it. His neck and shoulders being a spot that usually only gets him to giggle? Nibble on it and he will shriek and shout. Will you get smacked by his hands and have your ears blasted by his screeches and yells? Absolutely. But it's worth it. Mouth tickles are so bad for him, he can never handle it. You gently bite on his hand, wrist, or arms? He starts giggling uncontrollably!

Spots

Spots that get him the most. Brings out shrieks, screams, and hysterical laughter! Also his favorite spots. ^^

Hips - !!!/10 His WORST spot! He can't handle this spot being targeted for too long, going for this spot tires him out quick. He won't admit it but this is his number one favorite spot along with his ribs. Drilling his hips will make him thrash, shriek, and scream in laughter. Lightly tickling or kneading them will make him squeal and giggle madly. Raspberries here will absolutely KILL him, he will be screaming bloody murder! Best for a quick revenge or if you're feeling a little mean!

Ribs - !!!/10 This is his other worst spot and also one of his favorite spots, same for his hips! Instantly brings out his hyena-like laugh, he will also let out his yell laugh if you mess with him by pretending to go for this spot. Playing the rib-counting game his favorite game by far gets him every time, the anticipation making it all the more unbearable for him! Whether you count from the top to the bottom or the other way around, the last one is always the most sensitive.

Sides - 20/10 A really bad spot when done right! Forming your hands into the shape of claws near the spot will make him jerk away with a yelp, usually muffled cause he tried to be quiet by pursing his lips but it didn't work. Doing that will immediately give him butterflies! A huge swarm of butterflies and a tingly feeling on his side and stomach that won't go away now. Look what you did. Clawing at his sides will get him to squeal and giggle uncontrollably, he tends to try holding his laughter in when someone does this, keep going and he'll break real soon. With enough anticipation, pinching his sides once makes him squeal and if you continue he will start giggling and it's going to be slightly higher pitched than if you would claw at his sides. Nibbles will KILL this man. He can NOT for the life of him handle that. He will start shrieking and screaming, and you have to have him pinned down because he will twist, thrash, and buck until it stops. If you do pin him though, you are cruel. And if nibbles are this bad, then raspberries... Oh boy. he will love you for it.

Back - 10/10 Dragging one finger down the middle will automatically give him butterflies, he will gasp and flinch and have a hard time trying to keep still but he will try to pretend like nothing is happening anyway even if it's obvious. Blowing a raspberry right in the middle will make him scream, the lower part of his back is more sensitive to scribbles while pressing your knuckle on the top part where his spine is will make him giggle like a madman!

Shoulder Blades - 9/10 Not as bad as the previous ones but still really bad! Scribbling on this spot will make him squeal and thrash around as much as he could, if he’s laying on his stomach, he’d be banging his fist on the ground, trying to claw his way out or get up. Makes him go weak and limp. Raspberries on this spot DESTROY him (make sure you prepare your ears for this because he will scream). Pressing, kneading, or massaging your thumbs into this spot will get him to shriek and plead. He will only flinch if he prepares himself or has his guard up, he'll have a hard time staying still and complain how much it 'hurts'. And it doesn't help that this is usually where his body aches the most when he overworks himself. So once the tension in the muscle relaxes and you keep going, that's when the fun happens :D

Really specific spots that also get him the most (just separating this so it doesn't get confusing)!

Back ribs - 9.5/10 Specifically the very edge. He will scream and yell at you. This spot immediately makes him thrash and if you're sitting on top of him, you have to hold on tight, otherwise you'll be thrown right off.

Bottom side where his shoulder blades meet his sides - 8/10 This one gets him bad for some reason. It just does. There's really no explanation to it.

Right below his underarm, between his first and second rib - 8.5/10 Zeroing-in on this spot will make him cackle and trap the ler's hands there! He can't bring them back up once this happens, so you'll have no choice but to weaken him until he goes limp.. 😔

Spots that still get him really good, bring out laughter and giggles and occasionally squeals and shrieks if done right!

Stomach - 8.5/10 Soft and gentle tickles are way more effective here. It's 10x worse for him when you just skitter and scratch with a little more pressure on his stomach than dig into it. The sides of his stomach are very sensitive. Wings, tails, anything fluffy you can use on this spot will get him to squeal and shriek! Sort of a melt spot? It's one of his favorites for teasy playful tickles or if you want to get him weak but not tire him out. Perfect for getting him to do or admit to doing something!

Knees - 8/10 Pinching or squeezing his knees will get him to start giggling no matter how much he tries to hold it. On the off chance he manages to not break, it won't last long before he does. Giving them light kisses will get him to shriek, squeal, or yell. He's a kicker so be careful!

Behind the knees - 8/10 He squeals and will kick out to try and get away, unintentionally giving more access to the spot.

Thighs - 7.5/10 He can keep a straight face being tickled here, but only for a certain amount of time. It depends on your method and hand placement. He giggles uncontrollably when you light trace on the sides or upper part of his thighs.

Underarms - 7/10 He can also handle being tickled here for a while before he breaks. Targeting this spot gets him to squeal and clamp his arms down when he doesn't expect it. Both light and rough tickles work but the reactions differ!

Spots that get him giggling, squirming, and melting!

Behind the ears - 8/10 Honestly, one of his favorites for softer tickles. Brings out giggles and breathy laughs! He melts and leans into the touch almost immediately, sometimes trying to keep it subtle but it's usually pretty noticeable if the ler is only going for that spot. He gets so flustered cause it's ridiculous! It's not supposed to be this sensitive! It's not fair! He tends to hide his face on the ler's shoulder and hugs them or clings unto them, muffled giggles and whines pouring out of him. He doesn't want to get away or stop it, so he hides his face instead. Blowing a raspberry on this spot, however, will make him shriek and laugh hysterically! No one usually goes for this spot cause they wouldn't have guessed. He's tall! No one would be able to reach his ears unless he's pinned down. So, no one really knows how sensitive this spot is, not even him. The first time he was targeted here, he was surprised by how bad the spot is. Let's just say, he makes sure to never keep this spot out in the open most of the time when he's around someone, even if that someone doesn't pose a 'threat'.

Neck - 8/10 Burying your face in his neck will get him to giggle and try to scrunch up his shoulders, which he can't because your head is in the way, so he'll end up giggling and squirming, trying to push your face away from this spot! Giving kisses to his neck will get him to squeal and nibbling will make him shriek and buck even though bucking doesn't even help him, it's just a reaction he can't help. Raspberries will get him to shriek and he'll start babbling incoherent pleas! This is his favorite method in this spot.

Shoulders - 7.6/10 Burying your face into his shoulders will make him tense or stiffen, but he tends to be able to brush it off by huffing as a "sign of contentment". He will try his hardest not to giggle or squirm and most of the time he will act like it does nothing to him but if you keep going, eventually he'll start to break. One of his favorite spots and also one that gives him butterflies instantly.

Wings (he has them only in specific AUs) - 6/10 Tracing the top part of his wings will get him to squirm, fluttering your fingers down the feathers will get him to start giggling (unless he can hold it in long enough), and grazing the area where his wings are attached to his back will make him squeal!

Spots that are uncommon or less well-known and a bit silly!

Palms - 6/10 Gently tracing will make his hands twitch and he'll smile but it wouldn't do much. If it goes on long enough, he'll start to giggle but he won't retract his hands even if the sensation starts to get unbearable. He can handle this spot just fine. Raspberries are a different story. If you try to nibble his hand, he will lightly smack your face with it.

Knuckles - 6/10 Giving tickly kisses and nibbles on this spot will get him to giggle uncontrollably. He can't even hold it from spilling out, even if he did prepare himself beforehand, giggles pour out of his lips like a broken dam whenever this happens. It frustrates him and he always curses when he starts giggling, but he's never actually upset with this. Lightly tracing his knuckles would make him want to pull his hands away but they wouldn't make him giggle, he'd just whine if it goes on for long enough. Raspberries don't work here.

Arms - 6/10 Only because nibbling also makes him helplessly giggle. This is also another spot that he can't stop giggling when nibbling happens, despite the spot not being all too bad when other methods are used otherwise. Raspberries make him squeal but otherwise, you'll just get giggles!

Ears - 8/10 Also solely because nibbling gets him to squeal and shake his head to get his ears away. Blowing in their ear will make him scrunch up his shoulders! Raspberries behind his ear is just cruel.

I have a few other spots that I don't mention on purpose, you're gonna have to find them on your own lol and the rest are undiscovered or found by accident. (someone already found one)

Characters

Characters that I have a little idea of how they work + Characters I WILL be playing

Wilbur (C! but Modern Day) - Lee-Leaning Switch

I have no explanation for this. You're just gonna have to see what he is like from my roleplays.

CC!Wilbur - Ler-Leaning Switch

He loves tickle hugs or cuddles! He will definitely lift someone up to tickle them or snatch them unto his lap. Can't escape now! Sometimes he'd randomly hug them from behind, feigning innocence and saying he just misses them. Don't be fooled, it's a trap.

Wilbur knows how to act as if he's not ticklish. He is, he's just good at hiding it. Catching him off guard or teasing him with anticipation will eventually break him. He'll challenge you and make you work for it but once he breaks, oho it's over for him.

He doesn't break immediately, being the stubborn bastard he is, even if you go for his worst spots (he can't hold on for long though). Teasing will definitely get him to crack, the moment he starts giggling, he can't stop!

Siren - Switch

Siren, one of the highly known supervillains, is a part of the big three worst villains known to man. In action, he's terrifying, a nightmare. Siren's power made it so he could coerce anyone into doing his bidding just by using his voice. A dangerous power to have, especially in the hands of the wrong person, and as a supervillain, Siren made sure to put it to good use. But out of the arena, he's just some guy with a silver tongue and sarcastic humor. He rarely participates in 'dumb' little activities like tickling, but when he does, he's a menace. Siren shows no mercy to his victims, even when it comes to tickling.

Siren is a confident man, he's confident in his power and his skills. He often degrades his enemies in and out of battle, putting them in their place with just a few words. Though he's confident, he makes sure to not underestimate whoever he's fighting with too much, lest he ends up putting his guard down.

He never expected himself to be ticklish. Obviously, he wouldn't be surprised if he was when he was a lot younger, but he believes he has grown out of it. Often fighting in battles has made him feel nothing short of rough and painful encounters, rarely anything soft and gentle. Well, there was that one time when he jumped almost six feet in the air when Blade tapped him on the shoulder a little bit too close to his neck or the other time when he had a hard time trying to stay still as Zephyrus wrapped his wings around him. But that was nothing! He wasn't ticklish, he's just.. slightly more sensitive to soft things.

He knows how to keep his composure, to pretend he has no clue of what is happening, to feign emotions. He uses these to his advantage, often for hiding things like his identity or in this case... his "sensitivity".

As the whole Soot family knows, Wilbur is the kind of person who needs verbal reassurance of his relationships with others. How even though he might seem confident, he actually had a lot of insecurity when it comes to the people close to him. When tickle fights became common in the Soot household, everyone learned that teasing and compliments is a must with Wilbur. Otherwise, he would end up feeling bad or guilty about it, especially if they had tickled him for longer than usual.

Orpheus - Lee-Leaning Switch

Having the ability to go intangible gives him the ability to phase through walls and surprise attack someone. Invisibility also comes with his powers, which lets him sneak up on someone as well.

Sometimes when he possesses someone for too long, he's usually out of it after he leaves the body of the victim. Other than Tommy's grounding method, tracing his palms helps him. It's not a super effective method but it works. His palms are pretty sensitive to touch, so when he isn't out of it, he can't help but squirm and giggle softly when someone traces over his palm.

Revivedbur - Switch

He acts more like a ler, rarely a lee, even though he prefers to be the lee. He loves to wreck someone for the sake of them doing it back yet his attempts always end up futile. He rarely gets to be the lee, especially during times he wants to, due to his status being “one of the scariest lers on the smp”.

He tends to get lee moods that end up "dying down" due to being the ler, it frustrates him but he keeps it hidden well. He doesn't complain about it, no one notices either, so he brushes it off and deals with it until it eventually disappears. If it’s bad enough, he wouldn’t be able to stay still and has the huge urge to squirm or hug himself to will it away. He fidgets with his hands and randomly gets up for no reason to walk around the room, pretending to be busy. When he does get the chance to be a lee for once, he runs away, he isn’t sure why and he curses to himself for it.

Mans a lot more sensitive after being trapped in limbo for so many years, the lack of contact makes him that way. He flinches just by a hand on his shoulder or a tap on his upper back but he hides it well. He never asks for massages in fear of not being able to hold back his laughter (he doesn’t know if it will tickle, he's never experienced it before). If he has wings, he also never asks someone to preen them for him, even if he doesn’t preen them himself.

Revivedbur has a scar where he was stabbed by Philza. He has a habit of staring at it in front of the mirror in silence, his expression tends to be unreadable, sometimes he furrows his brows slightly. He doesn’t do this often and not for long either, lest someone walks in on him and he’s forced to see the look of pity or sadness in their eyes. He also has tiny scars from trying to dig his way out for hours and hours day by day during limbo, he stares at them and traces the line slowly at random times, accompanied by a pang of guilt from who knows where. Due to this, he also has calloused palms. His scar is his worst spot for gentle tickles like scratches or light tracing, it drives him INSANE. /pos Doing this with the scar on his back is more effective than the front. Both are still effective, though.

He’s also more touch-starved, he melts into hugs, leans into hands caressing his cheeks, he loves it when people play with his hair. He never admits it but it's very obvious and everyone knows.

Phantombur - Lee-Leaning Switch

He phases through walls and pranks people with it! :D (I will get to writing a better description of what he does with it and stuff later) He's sneaky and chaotic and he likes to mess with people for fun.

Simpbur - Lee

He's a sucker for gentle but playful tickles! He giggles and squirms a lot, he can never stay still! Telling him to try and not to squirm around only makes him squirm and giggle even more! Be gentle when pinning him down or holding his arms, you'll notice that even when he has the choice to break free whenever he wants, he doesn't! The moment the ler lets go of his hands, he will bring them up to cover his face instead of stopping the tickles. Pointing any of this out will make him blush furiously!

He doesn't really like rough or intense tickles, it tends to overwhelm him. Though at certain times, his lee mood is so bad that the only way to satisfy it is by full on wrecking him! When his lee mood is bad, gentler tickles don't satisfy his mood but make it worse. He's too embarrassed to ask for tickles, let alone asking to be wrecked, so it frustrates him to no end when his lee mood is bad and the ler is being gentle with him. He starts whining and huffing, often squirms around in place. If he can't take it any longer, he'd pull at the ler's hands or accidentally shout what he wants, he ends up feeling really bad and apologizes profusely.

Compliments make him EMBARRASSED and FLUSTERED and SHY! He rarely receives compliments in general, so when he does, he blushes a thousand shades of red! It makes him feel safe and loved and cared for, it reassures him that the ler is having just as much fun as he is!

Aftercare is a must for him! Cuddles, hugs, anything! He loves and needs aftercare, otherwise he'd start to doubt himself. He needs constant reassurance!

Softbur - Lee

Like Simpbur, he loves gentle but playful tickles, but he also likes slightly rougher ones too! He often denies it because he doesn't want to admit that he's soft, he thinks it makes him weak. Reassuring him and complimenting him will eventually make him realize that it's okay to be soft once in a while.

Little Guy Wilbur (Thumbnailbur) - Lee

You know the little in his thumbnail? Yeah, him. Yes, I am making him a character you can't stop me. He's SMALL and SPITEFUL and he will bite and push at your hand if you try to grab him.

I do other characters as well but I have not written for them yet, I will still be playing them! (Ghostbur, Q!Wilbur, WF!Wilbur, etc.)

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