#rowdy rolled him a joint

[watermelon-stick]

My contribution to the Rawhide community

#noo harkness mushgrove III !! holding it doesnt do anything!! #my art #i couldn't find any picture of him in color 💀 #rawhide #mushy #Pete nolan #rowdy yates #gil favor #rowdy rolled him a joint

[mewhenimanangel]

arrogant, hobie brown

pairing: hobie brown x reader

synopsis: you couldn’t stand hobie. he was so arrogant and always thinks his way is the best and only way

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, weed, nsfw, oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex

currently you were curled up on hobie's couch watching as miles and pav played one of his dimensions’ video games. you giggled at how rowdy they were getting while gwen tried to calm them down. hobie dangled upside down on his chair telling them they were doing it all wrong.

you became a spider person not too long ago, about ten months now when a spider fell on your arm and bit you while you were out shopping. when your uncle ben died you were devastated until you had to fight his killer. except it wasn’t his killer from your universe. an orange and purple wormhole popped in out of nowhere and a muscular man jumped through to help you defeat him.

after that he told you all about spider society and invited you in. you quickly became the best of friends with miles, gwen, and pavitr. hobie, not so much. you wouldn’t say you hated him, you still considered him a friend but he was annoying. so caught up in his punk way of life he always thought what he was doing was the right way of doing things. it even caused a bit of trouble on missions.

speaking of mission…”nah mate, i took goblin down like bang! so quick no problems” hobie told pav. you scoffed at his retelling of the story. “something funny, love?” hobie glanced at you. “yeah, that lie you just told” you chuckled. “pardon?” “there was not ‘no problems’! we almost blew the mission thanks to your arrogant ass” you rolled your eyes sitting up right.

“arrogant?!” hobie exclaimed, rising from his chair. “yes! you literally threw the bomb at goblin even though it could’ve killed all those people!” you said getting up from your chair as well. “oh my days! but i didn’t. cannot believe you are still stuck on that” he moved closer to you. “i know what i’m doing sweetheart” “yeah i’m sure you do” you scoffed staring up at his face. you two stayed like that for a minute, silently challenging each other to say something until gwen coughed making you snap out of it.

“i’m going to the bathroom” you rolled your eyes moving through hobie’s hallways. when you got back from the bathroom the rest of them were gone and hobie was on his couch tuning his guitar. he was leaned back with his long legs spread, joint in hand. the way his dim lights casted a shadow on his face and over his faded eyes made him look so fucking sexy. “i got something on my face?” he chuckled, looking over at you.

you rolled your eyes “where’d they all go?” you asked him. “went back to their dimensions, gwendy had bit of an emergency and miles needed to get home ‘fore those parents of his chew his head off” he answered, taking a hit. “okay, well bye then” you mumbled about to open your watch to tune it to your universe. “hold on, you don’t want a smoke?” hobie asked holding out the blunt to you. you thought it over for a moment before taking it from him.

“knew i could get you to stay” he smirked as you sat down next to him. “whatever” you said taking another hit, leaving lipgloss on the blunt. “why d’you hate me so much, love?” he turned his head to you leaning it back on the chair. “cause you’re annoying” “think you’re just uptight” he teased, taking the blunt from you. he loved to upset you you were so cute when you were mad, it did something to him.

“god you’re so fucking a-“ “arrogant? yeah what’s all that about, you really think i’m arrogant princess?” he was getting closer and closer to your face, eyes flicking down to your lips that were positioned in a scowl. “yes, you’re an annoying, arrogant, thinks he knows it all son of a bitch-“ you were interrupted by hobie’s lips crashing into yours.

his guitar was discarded to the ground as his hands snaked around your neck. “love it when you degrade me princess” he whispered, catching your lips again. “you’re sick” you spat, feeling him smirk against your mouth. he pulled you on his lap and pulled away from the kiss to take a hit from the blunt. he put it to the side in an ashtray and grabbed your face bringing it closer to his mouth. he shotgun the smoke into your mouth before pulling you back into the kiss. “why’ve we never done this? i would have my tongue in your pretty mouth 24/7 if i could” you hummed a little hearing his words.

you weren’t in your spider costumes so it made it so much easier for him to rip your t shirt off throwing it across the room. you were left with your bare tits and hobie was staring at you like it was his first time seeing a woman. “fuck babe you been hiding all this? you’re fucking fit” he said moving a hand out to fondle your breast and tug at your nipple, earning a moan from you.

he smirked before pulling your chest closer to his mouth, latching onto your boob while his fingers groped at its twin. his hand was so rough against you, squeezing tight while his teeth grazed against your nipple. you moaned out in ecstasy, hand shooting out to his hair. you felt his dick growing stiff underneath you and you leaned back to climb off his lap and on your knees.

you reached out to undo his layered belts “do you really need all this?” you rolled your eyes pulling down his jeans. “you keep rolling those eyes like i won’t have them rolling back in a few minutes.”

he said pulling his shirt off. you admired his soft ab line littered with scars and tattoos, his veiny v line on display. you tugged his penis out of his boxers, dick springing to life standing at seven inches. you ogled at its pretty dark skin color with a blush colored tip, veins stretching down it with a very slight curve to the right.

“pretty, innit” he chuckled. he loved the way your pretty manicured hand tightly wrapped about his length. you licked his tip, smirking at the sharp inhale you heard from him. you sunk your mouth down the head of his dick, using your hand to jerk him off. his hand snaked down to your hair, grabbing a handful and using it to push your mouth down further. it threw you off a bit but you found your footing again letting your tongue work over him. you moved your other hand to squeeze at his balls, taking his whole length into your mouth.

he jumped a bit feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, was that a whimper you just heard? he brushed your hair out of your face looking at your sultry eyes staring back at him. “you look so good like this, with my cock in your mouth. taking me so well, keep that up i won’t be able to last much l-longer”

you felt proud that you had this effect on him, the ability to make him stutter. “i bet this what you wanted the whole time. all that barking when all you really wanted was a good fuck” he pushed your head down further, the tip of your nose brushing against his pubic hair. “f-fuck keep working that pretty mouth baby, m’close” he groaned. “fuck pretty girl, m’gonna cum” he moaned out. and so he did, you took your mouth off him watching as his cum flowed down his dick.

you stuck your tongue out licking up and down his dick, taking any last drop of cum into your mouth. “bloody hell y/n, who knew you were so slutty” he teased, pulling you back in his lap. he pulled your head smushing his lips against yours, tongue slithering its way in your mouth. you reached for his hand and brought it to the top of your shorts, moaning when he pressed on your clit through your clothes.

“tell me what you want, love” he whispered against your neck, sucking to leave a bruise. “fuck hobes i want you to touch me!” you whined, grinding against his dick. “‘course you do baby, who wouldn’t” he smirked pushing you to your feet, laying back on the sofa. “what are you doing?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “want you to ride my face, doll” he smirked at the way your face got hot. “a-are you sure? what if i suffocate you or something” you giggled. “then i’ll die a happy man” he smiled.

you pulled off your shorts, panties coming down with it. “damn you’re perfect. don’t get me wrong that spider suit makes you look fit but damn the real thing is even better.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to straddle his waist. “just come ahead baby, i’ll be fine” you followed his instructions and crawled over his face, hovering in nervousness. he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his face, burying it deep in your cunt. a moan ripped out you when you felt his tongue lick against your entrance.

you resisted the urge to grind your hips against his face but he roughly gripped your hips forcing them to ride. he licked and sucked at your pussy while you subtly rode against his face. he squeezed against the curve of your ass pushing you down as far as you could go as if you could fuse to his mouth. you felt so vulnerable sitting above his gaze, perfect view of your tits and your squirming face.

the way his nose pressed against your clit while his tongue lapped at your pussy was sending you over the edge. “h-hobes m’gonna cum!” you moaned out. he rubbed circles against your thigh and you reached your orgasm, sending cum all over his mouth. you caught your breath, leaning over on the chair bar before you crawled back down to hobie’s waist. “you’re fucking delicious, love” he leaned up to catch your mouth in a kiss.

he held you in his laps, arms wrapping around you while your tongues danced around in your mouth. he flipped you over to lay you down on the couch, fully removing his boxers. “ion got rubber though” he told you “just pull out” you told him. he was still hard and he lined his dick up with your entrance, gently pushing himself inside you.

it got less gentle from there, skin slapping and your loud moans drowned the noise out from hobie’s noisy world. “fuck babe, you’re milking me dry” he groaned, reaching his hand down to play with your nipple other hand on the chair bar to hold him steady. he leaned down to kiss you again and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. the new found angle made his dick hit right on your g-spot. “fuck hobie! harder” you cried out in his ear. he roughly thrust into you making the couch squeak. he was sure he’d hear some complaints from his neighbors, but what the hell does he care.

your nails dug into his back leaving scratch marks down it. “h-hobie, i’m gonna cum” you whined. “go ahead beautiful” you came, eyes rolling back in your head as you heaved out a satisfied sigh. “not done yet babe” hobie kept going, quickly pulling out when he felt himself close.

he jerked himself for a second before shooting cum on your stomach, throwing his head back in satisfaction. he smiled back down at you “still hate me love?” you scoffed hiding the smile that dared to show on your face. “i’ll let you think that over” he laughed getting up and tugging his boxers back on.

he came back to clean the cum off your stomach and wipe the smudged lipgloss and runny mascara off your face. “you want a shower?” he asked holding your hand and helping you up. “that’s okay, i should head home anyway.” you answered putting back on your shorts. “if you say so. should do this again, like all the time” he smirked at you. “thought you don’t believe in consistency” you teased him tugging on your t shirt.

“only if it’s with you” he said as you opened the portal to your dimension, walking in.

#NIA WRITES ࿐ #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #hobart brown #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown smut #oneshot

[makos-hotbox]

Mk so ghost is not rly into communication but the reader is high af and they start flirting with him it annoys him so fcking much probably would say fucking hell with an eye roll 😭😭😭

LARGE FONT VER.

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It was late at night, snow slowly falling from above as you all sat on the porch of your house. Everyone had decided to come over for a few days before you would all be deployed again. You sat on the upper step, Soap to your right as well. He was coughing up a lung from his recent hit of smoke. Rodolfo was on the lower step, staring up at Soap with an annoyed expression.

Behind you, Ghost and Alejandro took up the only chairs set out on the porch. Alejandro had left the session quickly, and Ghost didn’t want to join in the first place. It was a peaceful night for you all.

Alejandro and you had made dinner for everyone, where no scraps were left behind. Then you all watched a bunch of new movies that had come out while having a few drinks. Then Soap had brought up the amazing idea to roll up a joint for you all, in which everyone agreed. Minus Ghost who said he would rather babysit, since you and Soap are known to get rowdy with each other.

“Soap enough with the coughing, you’re wasting smoke.” You whisper-lectured the man, wacking his arm and yanking the joint out of his hands. He could only laugh as he bent over to continue coughing. Taking a few more puffs of smoke, you then passed the joint to Rodolfo to finish off.

The five of you sat in silence for a few minutes, music playing from the speaker next to Alejandro. You shuffled from sitting on the step to sitting by Ghost, leaning your back against his legs. Soap and Rudy began to try and bicker with each other out of nowhere. Something about how loud Soap’s phone was when he watched videos.

Shaking your head, you stood up from your spot on the ground. Ghost watching your every move through his mask. He stiffed up slightly when you decided to move behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Everyone on the team knew you two were together, it was really no secret. Ghost was still a bit weary about the public affection though. He wasn't used to getting all cuddly and lovey dovey in front of his friends, but he usually relaxed just as quickly as he became uncomfortable. Ghost also knows how clingy and flirty you get when you’re high. While he would prefer for it to be in private, he didn’t have the heart to tell you to bat off… yet.

Ghost noticed you push your face closer towards him. “You are so fucking warm…” you hummed, the cold weather was bothering you and your boyfriend was the perfect heater. He rolled his eyes and continued his conversation with Alejandro about who knows what. You didn’t care, you were focused on him.

Soap and Rudy jumped up from the steps of the porch and sprinted onto the lawn. Rudy chased after the Scottsman, tackling him onto the ground with a loud thud. With a loud sigh, Alejandro stood up like a tired mother and walked over to the scene, trying to break it up. You and Ghost stayed behind since you didn’t bother to move. “Your shoulders are so big…” You whispered into Ghost’s ear, squeezing his shoulders lightly to fuck with him.

He gave you a blank side-eye at that comment, causing you to laugh. You knew he hated it when you teased him, and you loved to do it. “And you’re so handsome, you look badass in your mask Simon.” You dragged on with your corny comments, Ghost completely uninterested in them.

Alejandro was still trying to detach the baked Rodolfo and Soap from each other, but now Ghost had to detach you from him. Comment after comment, Ghost couldn’t tell if he should be flustered or annoyed, but it was driving him insane. You pressed yourself up close to his side with a cheeky grin. Before you could make yet another comment, Ghost groaned loudly. “Fucking hell Y/n!” He threw his head back annoyed, but under his mask a smile was creeping up on his lips.

Ghost stood up from the chair quickly, your hand falling off of his shoulders. He was escaping and you couldn't catch him as he went to assist Alejandro instead. Laughter leaving your lips as you fell to your knees on the edge of the porch, dramatically reaching your arm out for the soldier. “No! Come back to me baby, I’m sorry! You’re just too damn fine!” You begged over your laughter. Being ignored by Ghost as he tugged the back of Soap’s shirt.

The Scottsman was yelling loudly, trying to escape Ghost’s grasp. “Yeah! Listen to Y/n! Go back to your lover and let me rip this man apart! He called my cat ugly!”

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[heart4reigns]

UNTOUCHABLE, jey uso (ii).

previous chapter

warnings: curse words, making out i guess idk, flirting, substances, cigarettes, alcohol, pet names, people trying to flirt w you

tags: wrap it up kiddos, comedy time!! dominik being slightly jealous because he’s a protective bff

BEING with the top frat boy was difficult at first. the two of you had to adjust your social life, schedule, and everything in-between. it was also kind of weird for people to see the two of you together, but no one dared to say anything. your friends, on the other hand, were very ecstatic about you venturing into the love game. especially for becky and seth. they insisted on going on double-dates with the two of you.

you were still trying your best to show affection for him; as it was hard for you to express your feelings sometimes. jey, contrary to the popular belief–was a kind and loving partner. he understood that you were not used to all of this. you didn’t expect it, coming from him with his entire reign of being a fuckboy. this was something special for him. the love he had for you was genuine and he was willing to try. you weren’t official yet, the two of you were comfortable with what you had now.

it was just a regular friday before finals; seth with his thesis draft, becky with her laptop, jey with his blunt, and you with your books. he was passing the joint to everyone and to your relief, you needed that joint. being the teaching assistant for several first years stressed you out. not to mention, you had to keep track of his academics too. jey decided that he actually needed to change in order for him to graduate. no, he didn’t leave behind his parties and all of that fraternity bullshit; but he wanted to become a better person.

so, he enrolled to one of your study groups.

at first he was joking around, still being the rowdy frat boy he was, but when he saw you during your teaching mode, jey knew he wouldn’t mess with you. “fuck, you rolling another one already?” seth chuckled, seeing him pull out the papers. “blame ms. teaching assistant right here taking up all the puffs.” he ruffled your hair. “finals are coming and i need a break.” you defended yourself.

“are you coming back to your town for holidays?” you shook your head at becky’s question. “no, my mom is going to paris. for no fucking reason.” becky chuckled. “you don’t wanna go with her?” “i think i’ll stay here, i mean i got a job in town. so, summer job. yippie!” you sarcastically said. “what about you becks?” the orange-haired girl took a bite of her apple before answering you. “seth and i are gonna stay with my parents for a bit, we’re not gonna be here for summer, you’ll suffer on your own.” she replied. “and you?” you faced your boyfriend, who was still focusing on his rolling joint.

“i’m staying here, baby. i need to work on my thesis.” jey replied, passing you the freshly-rolled blunt. you took a hit off it, feeling the smoke inside your throat. “you know what? take that one. i’ll just roll another one, baby.” he chuckled and took a quick peck on your forehead. you flared up in embarrassment, still not used to romantic gestures. “awww, look. she’s blushing! seth, take a pic!” “i’ll kick your ass, becky.”

nighttime came and you parted ways with the eccentric couple, leaving you and jey all alone in the abandoned park near the campus ground. the two of you were laying down, head slightly fuzzy due to the substance you took. “i hate you.” you muttered, nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck. “every time you get high on your own, you always blame me, sweetheart.” “i hate you for having good dealers.” you continued. “don’t hate the player, hate the game.” your head felt very light as you studied his features. “you know, you’re really pretty.” you caressed his face. “i could say the same thing, baby.” he leaned closer, lips connecting with each other–taking in the heat of summer.

“are you staying with me tonight?” he asked, in-between kisses. “do you want me to?” you teased him. “you don’t know how much i want you tonight.” he whispered. “well today is your unlucky day, uso. the girls are gonna throw a surprise party for bianca for killing the ballet performance.” yo saw him groan in despair. “fuck, baby. you and your sorority stuff.” jey complained. “hey, i didn’t complain when you were out on a boys camping trip for a week.” you defended yourself. “okay, you’re right. i’m sorry.” “apologies will be accepted in the form of kisses.”

finals came by and you were finishing up your last lab exams for the semester. you quickly packed up your stuff and went outside the lab. to your surprise, you spotted a certain senior leaning on one of the railings in front of your class. "hey, baby." your cheeks reddened as he kissed your forehead. "what are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows. "came to pick you up, we're going to town. you deserve a treat baby."

you got a full princess treatment from him. he took you on never-ending dates, you never paid for anything when you were with him. you insisted on paying every time you were out, but he would always decline. "we're coming to roman's party right?" "i'll go if you go to the seminar with me." jey lit up his cigarette, passing it to you. "fine, i'll go to the damn seminar with you, baby." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you."

"how was your finals?" the two of you were eating in some random diner in town. "it was okay, i think i kinda messed up for my last lab report." you sighed. "nah baby, you never failed a class. you're not cody." he joked, making you smile. "cody failed statistics... had to mentor him for 5 months, he's doing great now though." you added. "how about you? how's your thesis going?" you returned the question. "halfway there, i'm doing this for you baby." you shook your head. "you're doing this for yourself." you smiled.

it was true that jey had a boost on his academics, even the professors noticed. right now, he was attending a seminar, with you as one of the speakers. it was about some medical seminar that he didn't really know about. but he was there for you. "bless my old heart. jey uso, in the flesh. what are you doing here?" professor heyman chuckled when he saw jey writing down his name on the admission booth. "hey professor heyman. here for my girl." he pointed at you, who was preparing for the session.

"well, good for you then." months passed and his feelings for you grew stronger. his life turned upside down and he was happy. at certain times, he felt like he didn't deserve you–as the two of you had different backgrounds. the man sat down, waiting for your session to begin. you were on the standing near the podium. the two of you made eye-contact and jey gave you a wink. "good luck, baby." he mouthed. "thank you." you replied.

"hello everyone, good morning. my name is (y/n) (l/n), i'll be representing the medical faculty for today's seminar." he was very proud of you.

the ride back to your dorm wasn't silent at all. his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on your thigh. "you staying with me tonight?" you nodded, still reading your book. "words, baby." "yes, head-boy of the bloodline, the main event, the one and only jey uso." you mocked him. you expected him to groan in response, but a chuckle came out of his mouth. "damn, (y/n). i love you so much."

his 'i love you' got into your head. there you were, slightly distracted. "yo, you okay?" you looked up and saw jey's twin, jimmy. "huh?" you muttered. "you look distracted." he shrugged his shoulders. jey was downstairs, waiting for the pizza to arrive. you couldn't really go anywhere because security was already on their duty. so you were stuck in jey's room, which was in front of jimmy's room and right next to roman's.

"yeah, (y/n). what's up?" roman nudged you. the three of you grew closer, due to your 'relationship' with jey. "nothing man, it's just..." you sighed. "jey confessed to me." they were confused. "i think we know he likes you alrea-" "he said 'i love you'." the room became quiet. "that's new. my brother doesn't say 'i love you' to people, (y/n)." jimmy added. "man, this is just new..." roman muttered. "what did you say after that?" jimmy asked, drinking his water.

you didn't say anything. "i don't know, i didn't say anything. it came out of the blue. fuck, i'm too scared to say it back. i'm not used to this." you admitted. "i mean, don't force yourself if you're not ready. i'm sure he'll understand-" "yo, i got the pizza!" your conversation was cut short.

summer came and you were very ecstatic for it. you got a new job and you were going to spend the summer with jey. you were quite relieved to know that the campus guards were on their break, so you could sneak easily to the boys dormitory. you were back in jey's room, trying your best to stay awake. it was only 6 pm and you were very sleepy. he forgot to bring his keys and you were waiting for him to come back from the gym.

jey: [picture attached]

jey: what's good

your eyes widened in surprise as you saw his attached picture. "this man is taking thirst traps..." you muttered.

(y/n): get ur ass here

(y/n): why are u as a man taking thirst traps?????

(y/n): ok no actually keep them coming

jey: lmaooooo

jey: ur wish is my command, princess

jey: on my way back don't fall asleep just yet

"open up." you stood up from his bed, his sweatshirt falling to your knees. "now what did i say about looking cute with my clothes on?" he immediately dropped his duffle bag to hug you. "ew, go shower first." you joked as he couldn't stop kissing your entire face. "are you ready for roman's party?" you shook your head. "i'm literally wearing your sweatshirt and no pants, do i look ready?"

it was roman's birthday party. you took a liking to the college athlete, he was one of those frat boys that wasn't a douchebag. the two of you were finally ready to go. "do you always look this good?" he was standing behind you, hands on your waist. "and are you always this flirty?" he couldn't help but to laugh at your question. "only to you now, babygirl. let's go."

the party was obviously packed, roman was a popular college athlete with a bright future. "yo, uce. happy birthday!" jey hugged him, passing him his birthday present. "happy birthday, uce." you followed jey's gesture. "look, it's my favorite couple. thanks guys, enjoy yourself tonight!" roman gave the two of you red cups filled with whatever alcohol was available on the counter.

"too bad becky and seth are already out of town, miss them already." jey sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette. "yeah, kinda miss getting ready with her." you added. "i think jimmy's asking me to play beer pong with him." jey pointed at his twin, who was waving his entire arms at the two of you. "you wanna come?" you shook your head. "nah, i'm going outside for some fresh air. it's getting cloudy here." he nodded. "you sure? want me to come?" once again, you shook your head. "it's okay, got your guys everywhere. they know what to do if anything happens."

all of the frat boys took an oath to protect the sorority girls at all cost. especially now, since you were seeing their head-boy. even though you were totally capable of protecting yourself, jey had all of his boys to protect you. "dom!" you spotted your best friend, chilling near the pool with his tiny group. "(y/n)!" he greeted you back. "i miss you." you admitted. "you're too occupied with jey to think about me." he rolled his eyes. "hey, it's not like that." you smacked your head.

"anyways, this is austin. people call him theory for no fucking reason, he's from alpha academy, you know? near your new workplace." you nodded in response. your guard was still up to new people. "yeah. hi." you said, with a straight face. "you didn't tell me damage ctrl had pretty girls like her." you immediately furrowed your brows in disgust. "dude, she has a boyfriend." dom added, trying to diffuse the situation. "and where's her boyfriend?"

"he's right here, man. get your own girl." you were startled to hear jey's voice coming from behind you. his arms were around your waist, pushing you closer to him. "alright, damn. was just messing around." he chuckled. "dom, think jimmy needs another beer pong player. go inside." dominik couldn't help but to comply with his head-boy, leaving you behind with theory and jey. "you got any problem here, dude?" jey raised an eyebrow. "n- nah, just trying to have fun." he stuttered. "then move along."

his possessiveness towards you was the first thing you noticed when you started seeing each other. "he didn't say anything right, baby?" you shook your head. "no, it's alright." jey kissed your forehead. "he better pack the fuck up. i run this place." you chuckled at his sentence. "okay then main event jey uso, wanna get shitfaced?"

the night went on and you were already drunk in whatever you took from the party. at this point, you didn't even realize what was going on. "you ready to bounce, baby?" you took the last shot from your cup, head already fuzzy from the alcohol. "i'm gonna climb the walls." you joked. "don't need to, security cleared an hour ago. let's go back."

his dorm was so comfortable, you thought. you didn't know if you were too drunk to realize that you were still standing in front of his room, body paralyzed. "baby, come in! what are you doing?" he dragged you inside, guiding your body to the worn-out couch. "you okay there?" he asked. "i'm fine, just fuzzy." you replied with your eyes closed.

silence filled the room. you weren't tired, the alcohol was keeping you awake. "hi." he greeted you out of the blue. "hi?" you chuckled. "why the fuck are you so pretty?" jey asked, moving his body closer to yours. "i could say the same thing about you." you flirted back. "fuck, you really know how to rile me up, huh?" the man smirked, slowly pushing you down with him on top of you. the situation turned heated as you felt him kissing your neck.

"shit, this is too bright." he complained, practically skipping to dim the lights. you laughed at his antics. "okay, where were we?" he couldn't help but to laugh as well. you pulled his face closer to your, not breaking eye-contact. you felt his lips connecting with yours as his hands roamed under your shirt. slowly, but surely, your hands wandered around his pants, unbuckling his belt. "baby wait, nah... let me get protection." you nodded. "if you pull out your power rangers figures as protection, i will kill you."

"baby, we’re all out.” you couldn’t help but to chuckle. “damn. okay then, no.” he nodded at your answers, pulling back his pants. “thanks for understanding, i’m not on the pill.” “you don’t need to thank me, that’s bare minimum.” your heart fluttered a bit at his answers. goddamn, i’m so fucking in love with him, you thought.

the two of you laid on the couch, still trying to contain your laughters. "you're one of a kind, baby." he brushed your hair with his fingers. "god, if a year ago someone told me i'd be with you. i wouldn't believe it." jey added. "shut up, it's not like i'm the top diva or something." you chuckled, feeling the substance hitting you. "nah, i'm glad you don't have the keys with you that night. imagine if you had them, we'd still be strangers by now." the alcohol inside your veins toned down, you were wide awake.

"i never got to say i love you." you suddenly blurted out. it caught him off-guard. the atmosphere was comfortable enough for the two of you to just stay silent. "i know it's hard for me to express how i feel, because it's all new to me. but i love you." you continued, facing him. "thank you for also being patient with me, baby." jey continued to brush your hair with his fingers. "i'd do anything for you, princess."

"i can't believe you'd settle with someone like me." you confessed. "someone like you? you're all that i want." oh, jey uso was one big sweet-talker. you couldn't help but to blush at his sentence. the room was dark, the only source of light was the stupid fucking lava lamp that you hated. although you couldn't see him perfectly, you knew that he was staring at you. "something wrong with my face?" you asked. "nah, i just like looking at you."

despite all of those rumors about him, jey treated you with all of his heart. "you know," he paused for a second, sitting up from his position. "after we graduate and when we have proper jobs and our lives are settled, let's live together." your eyes widened in surprise. "are you joking?" he immediately turned on the lights. "i'm not joking, princess." the thought of moving in together never crossed your mind.

"or we don't have to if you don't want to." he added, hesitating a bit. "i'd love to." you blurted out. "we have the entire future in front of us, i just thought you wouldn't see me in it." his gaze softened. "baby, how many times do i need to tell you that i love you? you're making me a better person." he lit up his joint, passing it to you.

"here's to the future?" "to the future."

a/n: MODERN ROMANCE IS PASSING JOINTS TO YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. anyways, hope you enjoyed it because i enjoyed writing this !!

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #wwe #the usos #wwe imagines #roman reigns #cody rhodes #wrestling #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #wwe x reader

[starrystevie]

(rolls up stoned to your drive-thru window) yeah, can i get uhhhh… one steddie drabble combo, extra spicy with a side of trope and a large vibe to drink?

{happy early birthday i’m SO excited about this! can’t wait to see what you come up with. i’m down with any rating you’re feeling and any topic except cheating or non-con, so other than those two go wild}

wyn! i hate that this took me so long to get you but thank you soooo much for sending it in and making me chuckle. thank you for choosing steddie drive thru, here you go, but sorry. we were out of the spicy combos so i hope plain is okay <333

ship: steddie | trope: one bed | vibe: bittersweet | length: 1000-1500

the clock on steve's bedside table shows that it's 6:24am when the group calls it quits, its bright red numbers breaking through the haze of a cloudy morning. steve can hear robin in the guest room next door with nancy, max and el as their voices bleed through the walls. if he really tried to listen, he could probably hear them whispering secrets about how scared they really are, how el is putting on a brave face and how max isn't really ready for a fight and how they're all acting fine when they're not.

it's their reality now. fighting in a war that none of them want to fight in.

the boys are rowdy downstairs still until steve hears lucas yell at them all to shut up. he smiles into the back of his hand as he yawns and pulls out a pair of sleep shorts, yanking them on and untangling his shirt from where it got caught around his neck. face planting on his bed is easy with how bone tired he is. his head hurts from drafting plans and his stomach hurts from not having enough rations to go around and his body has been broken enough times that the pressure from the thunderstorm rolling in has his joints inflamed.

steve expects it when his door creaks open, when the light from the hallway bleeds in and mixes with steely grey light coming from his window. "steve?"

eddie's voice is low when he speaks like he's afraid to wake up steve even though the whole point was that they'd be splitting up rooms. his chest feels too bare against the sheets but he's too tired to pick up a new one let alone put it on. he turns his head on his pillow so eddie can hear him without being muffled.

"bunking with me, ed?" he doesn't hear eddie answer but sees his silhouette shift against the door frame, moving his weight from one foot to the other. his fingers are twisting a ring and he looks like a little kid. steve's too tired to think about how they're all still kid of kids fighting a battle like they're grown ups. "if you're coming in, shut the door. it's too bright out there."

without waiting for an answer, steve scoots over gracelessly in his bed and nuzzles his head into the other pillow, winding his arms between the pillow and mattress. eddie walks silently, the swish of his jeans and the clinking of his chains the only thing that tells steve he's in the room. when he doesn't feel movement, he turns his head on the pillow and looks up at eddie with one eye peeled open.

"just get in the bed," he says firmly when he spots eddie standing by the bed like he's waiting for permission.

eddie hesitates and doesn't look at steve. "i can just sleep on the floor..."

steve groans. not this again. "eddie, c'mon. it's late, we both need a good night's sleep and you're not going to get that on my hard ass floors. i don't have cooties, i promise."

eddie lets out this sound that's not quite a sigh but steve can't place what it really is. he expects eddie to put up a fight like he normally does when he's being weird about sharing the bed but then the mattress dips not a second later and any subsequent movement stops. he doesn't feel eddie situate himself, doesn't hear him take off any clothes, only the thud of his sneakers falling to the floor.

"you can get comfortable, you know," steve says, huffing out a breath, thinking about getting up and getting eddie a pair of sweatpants so he won't be sleeping in jeans.

"i've slept in worse," is all eddie says before laying flat on his back.

steve rolls his eyes, too tired to argue, and curls back up on his side. from here, he can look out the window and see the wind rustling the treetops against the grey sky. even outside looks angry, unsettled, like it knows what the group is feeling and showing it back to them.

eddie lets out a sigh and twitches minutely against the mattress enough times that it starts to bug steve. he can feel the energy in the room shift because he knows that eddie wants to move, wants to take off his jeans at least, but won't for some unknown reason. eddie sighs again, more of a huff than anything and steve sits up out of frustration.

"okay, what's going on man," he asks and rubs a hand over his too tired face. eddie's eyebrows are pulled together, lips quirked down like he's forcing himself not to say something.

"just go to sleep, steve."

"fuck that," steve halfway shouts, his voice too loud in the stilling house. "i can't sleep when you're over there doing your best impression of a wood board."

eddie lifts himself up onto an elbow and scowls at steve. "really? that's that best metaphor you can come up with?"

"shut up, it's late- or well, early- so excuse me for not waxing poetic about how you're laying there like the mattress is going to bite you."

they're in a stalemate. steve is staring at eddie who's staring right back like he's waiting for something, waiting for the shoe to drop or for the world to open up and swallow him whole. they've gotten to a point where they can read each other fully especially after everything that happened in march. they were by each other's sides more often than not and when you're that attached to someone, when you've put them back together piece by broken piece, you learn their tells quick.

but then it happens. something shifts in the early morning hours and steve can feel it happen because suddenly he feels small and eddie looks young and it's like they both understand each other without saying a word.

steve settles back down, laying on his side, facing eddie. he curls up and keeps his hand between them, reaching for something he doesn't even realize he's reaching for. eddie does the same when he lays back down, jeans crinkling as he adjusts and pulls his legs up close to his chest.

"what's wrong?" steve's voice is soft in that 6am way when he asks. his eyes are soft in that eddie way, too.

"i'm scared, i guess," eddie mutters out, his eyes focusing on his hand as his fingers dance along the fitted sheet. "today was a lot and it... got me thinking."

he hears a thud in the guest room and a hushed 'sorry' from robin followed by giggles from the girls like they're at a sleepover and not at the end of the world. he wishes it was a sleepover and not boot camp for an end of the world army.

"uh oh, you thinking?" steve says in that soft way again, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "that's dangerous."

eddie huffs out a laugh and keeps his eyes down. "ha ha, nice one. haven't heard that before."

they get silent again and the rain that was threatening to pour starts coming down in a pitter patter against the windows. it picks up quickly along with the wind and the thunder and it doesn't escape him how eddie flinches at the sound every so often. steve wants to distract him, shield him from whatever is scaring him because that's who he is. the shield, the protector, the guy who's there to keep them all from falling apart with brute strength and biting sarcasm.

"so you were thinking..." he prods, trying to fill the space with something other than the noises outside that serve as a constant reminder of how close eddie was to dying. "care to share?"

eddie looks up as thunder booms somewhere in the distance but he doesn't look scared this time. he's determined, steady. steve doesn't have time to think about how much he loves that look on his face before suddenly there's a hand over top of his own, warm where it presses into every open space his hand offers.

"i think i'll keep this one a secret for now, if that's okay with you, king steve."

the warmth on the top of steve's hand spreads like molten gold through his hands like he is but an object under king midas's touch. it spreads to through his veins, up his arms to his heart and it thuds harshly against his chest at the feeling. when lightening lights up the early morning sky, steve can see it reflected in eddie's dark eyes.

"m'not a king anymore," is all he can get out, afraid that if he keeps talking for too long, 6am secrets will spill out across the mattress and he'll have no way of taking them back. eddie's hand twitches, squeezes steve's gently before leaving it there and closing his eyes.

"sure you are. always have been."

#rollfor2023 #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #wynnyfryd #answered

[delirious-donna]

Dance On My Lap, Doll [Tokyo Revengers]

Oct. 27 - Hanma Shuji x female reader

A birthday trip to a lap dancing bar takes an unexpected turn when Hanma's sights fall squarely on the most innocent-looking girl in the joint, and she sure ain't a lap dancer...

warnings: thigh riding, lil corruption kink, Hanma being a smirky bastard, lap dancing club as the setting, pet names as standard (doll, baby girl), sucking fingers, mentions of alcohol but reader is not drunk, I’ll add dub con because of the alcohol though

Masterlist

He watched the ice clink against the glass, slowly melting from the potent liquor that sloshed between the floating cubes and the heat of the club.

Beads of moisture dripped from the cut crystal glass and he chased one with his finger, capturing the tiny droplet and destroying it with the press of another.

A large hand clamped down on his shoulder, golden flecked irises slid like treacle towards the owner. That same wet finger pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, levelling Shion with an equally glacial stare.

“Why are you staring at your fucking drink when you could be staring at a pair of tits?” the blond practically yelled over the thumping noise.

Hanma glanced towards the nearest stage where a pretty brunette was crawling across the platform in nothing but a smile and thigh highs. Her golden brown skin shimmered with what looked like a generous coating of glitter and her perky tits bounced as she leaned back to show them off from a better angle.

“These girls are nothing special, Shion. I need something different, a challenge, or someone that hasn’t fucked their way through the regular clientele.”

The man grunted with a shake of his head, standing from the secluded booth and heading for the lone empty seat in front of the dancer’s stage. Her eager gaze fell on Shion and Hanma smirked at how she positively lit up. It looked like at least someone was gonna get laid tonight.

The whisky pathed a fiery trail down his throat as he scanned his surroundings, most of the crowd he had arrived with were eagerly engaged with some semblance of lewd activity and he was both pleased and annoyed that they were enjoying themselves.

It was his birthday, after all, he should be the one on his way to securing a pretty little thing to take to his bed, if he could even hold back that long. But there was a problem, and as he had said to Shion, none of the girls in this exclusive club interested him in the slightest. Whilst he might be irritated that his specific tastes were not being catered to, at least those he had entered with were too busy to give him any grief about it.

Draining the rest of his drink, his head hung back with his neck rolling from side to side to relieve some of the tension that was ever-present. A finger slid inside the knot of his tie and loosened it, letting his top button come undone. Just as he was contemplating how long he could sit here before making a sly exit, an eruption of laughter caught his attention.

Sitting up with a frown, his gaze was drawn to a rowdy-looking table in the far corner. It was filled with women and that fact alone piqued his interest. Watching, he followed the movements of the group of girls that could only be in their early twenties. They seemed rather intoxicated as they sang along to music and one of them tried to climb onto the table to start her own provocative dance. Now, this is far more entertaining. His cheek came to rest on his fist as he smiled at their antics and then he spied you.

Tucked into the very corner was a girl that looked so shy and timid that you might break into a million pieces at any moment. There was absolutely no way that you were enjoying this, it was written all over your face and he couldn’t help the lazy smile that coated his features.

A challenge.

His mouth ran dry at the cute dress you were wearing, it was knee length and cut to accentuate your waist without being too clingy or revealing. Shuji watched as you yelled into the ear of your neighbour before heading to the bar - alone. This was a table service club but you obviously needed a breather from your rambunctious friends.

He stood slowly, straightening his dark pants and fixing his tie back in place. You were perfect, everything he liked most in a girl because Hanma Shuji liked to take shy pretty girls like you and corrupt them into his own personal slut. A needy princess that would suck his cock if only it made him happy and you were his next target.

With his eyes blazing with the promises of what was to come, he made his way to the bar. Pulled along by invisible threads that weave you together, whether it was for this night only or for long, well, that was up to you…

~

The private room was quieter than the main floor and it was nice to let your heart rate rest, yet each time you looked at the man opposite, it would spike all over again. A vicious cycle.

The man in question, Hanma Shuji, as he introduced himself, was very handsome. It was hard to look at him directly for long as it caused you to bite your lip and fidget incessantly. A messy riot of dark and blond hair swept onto his forehead, golden flecked eyes assessed you over the rim of his wire frame glasses and a lazy lopsided smirk painted his lips. He was dangerous and you knew it.

What made you accept his invitation back here?

Well, it was simple.

You found that it was impossible to deny him. His introduction at the bar, paying for your overly sweet drink and the easy way that he teased and manipulated you into answering his curious questions meant that when he asked if you’d like to move somewhere quieter, you accepted without thought.

It was a very private room, not even visible from the main floor and it was even lockable. When the sound of the lock clicking into place thundered in your ears despite not being all that loud, you whimpered, walking backwards until your thighs had hit the arm of a plush looking chair. The lighting was low, fogging everything with that sultry quality and there was a small speaker in the corner that allowed the faint beat of the music to flow inside.

This was the wolf’s den and he was the alpha wolf.

Hanma eyed you like a juicy steak, and where it might have repulsed you with other men, he was not other men.

Was it the hit of alcohol in your veins? The lewd atmosphere of the lap dancing club? No, it was simply him and the raw sexual energy he exuded in waves. The way he could fix you in place with the simplest tilt of his head. Asking you questions that you would not find acceptable from anyone else, and you even answered them.

He liked your sweetness, told you so time and again as he brushed the hair from your face. Fingers sliding along your jaw and thumb pressing down on your lips until they parted, pushing the rough digit onto your tongue and smirking as you sucked his thumb like a damn raspberry sucker.

That was why you had crawled into his lap, knowing barely anything about him and you were happy to let his big tattooed hands feel down your sides and over your butt.

“It’s my birthday, baby girl. Don't I deserve a present?”

He pouted with feigned upset until you were nose to nose. Your breath mingled, smoky liquor with sweet sugary syrup. So strong, lifting you without even a single unsettling jostle to your body, placing you over one of his strong thighs and letting his hands wander wherever he liked.

This wasn’t like you, this was so far removed from how you usually acted that for a second you considered if you were having an out of body experience. You thought about your friends, how you would burn with absolute mortification if they were to see you like this and your fingers trembled into the fabric of his shirt collar.

“Hey, eyes here. Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. C’mon now, you wanna feel good, dontcha? Wanna make me feel special for treating ya right?”

You nodded, you did want to feel good and it was his birthday, after all, he deserved something nice. Why he picked you was a mystery. A birthday boy at a lap dancing club, surrounded by sexy women in next to nothing and he had set his sights on you… it was hard to believe.

His tongue flickered against your lip, drawing you back out of your head once again. Hanma pressed forward, and you sighed into his mouth. His kisses were softer than you expected, there was no hot and heavy demand, only teasing sweeps of his lips whilst his tongue licked along the seam of your lower lip. You let him in, mouth opening and your tongue shyly meeting his.

You barely noticed how your hips had started to move, to rock in a leisurely back and forth on his perfectly cut thigh. Pressure built between your legs, the friction of your panties making you hiss and he chuckled.

“Don’t be shy, baby girl. Ride my thigh like a good girl.”

“H-Hanma…”

He groaned, eyes flashing dangerously and he caught your jaw with his big hand. Thumb and finger pressing into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him and not shy away like you were trying.

“Shuji. It's Shuji, don't want any other name crawling outta this pretty mouth. Understand, doll?”

Nodding fervently, you were rewarded by the most feline smile you’d ever seen. This man would devour you whole if you weren’t careful, but would that be so bad? He made you feel more wanted and desired than anyone ever had and you’d only known him less than an hour.

Your hips circled, wide and wanton against his thigh. Fingers clawing at his shirt and tugging at the tie at his throat until it was loose and more skin was on display. Your lips kissed at his throat, tongue licking over the prominent Adam’s apple and nipping to rumbling groans of pleasure.

Wet. So very wet, your panties felt ruined against your needy pussy. You were drooling, arousal coating your thighs and you blushed at the mess you’d likely created on Shuji's nice tailored slacks.

He pawed at you; raising your dress over your butt and tugging you, spreading your cheeks and working you faster on his thigh. A finger slid beneath your panties, hooking the fabric and pulling until the material was eaten by your folds. It heightened the friction, the growling need in your gut overwhelming you as you rode him hard and fast.

You should be embarrassed but you couldn’t be, not when this felt so good. His thigh was not especially thick or wide, but it was strong and your could feel the muscles working beneath you. The shift and flex that caught your clit in a chokehold, and demanded that you not stop.

“Know your close, doll. Gonna cum all over my thigh, make a proper sticky mess. Do it for me, baby. Tell me, who makes you feel this good?”

You were a lit fuse, stars winking in your vision as your orgasm washed over you in blissful waves. The ebb and flow so powerful you thought you might drown if he weren’t anchoring you to reality.

“S-Shuji! Oh fuck, Shuji. Shu…”

The next time you opened your eyes you were cradled into his warm chest, your face snug into the crook of his neck and a single kiss placed on the top of your head.

“Shu, huh? I like that nickname. I think I might keep you, doll…”

#delirious writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #hanma smut #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #hanma shuji smut

[illylli]

Bite My Tongue (Pt. 1) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ Eddie’s never felt so enamoured with someone before he met you. The only problem is, your heart’s already spoken for. Still, the Dungeon Master of Hellfire Club has a plan to keep you close, even if he can’t have you.

→ 3k words: includes mentions of drug use, unrequited love (or is it?), sneaky touches

→ a/n: I’m hoping to make this into a multi-part series, so please comment if you’d like more + message me if you’d like to be added to the taglist. this is also my first fanfic so please feel free to send me any writing advice you have x

♫ mood: ‘no other heart’ by mac demarco

→ read part 2 | → read part 3

Eddie Munson doesn’t do flustered.

He doesn’t have time for dumb crushes, heart palpitations, or anything of the like. He had always scoffed at the heart-eyed, body-floating, jaw-dropping interpretations of attraction. The dramatization of which filled his ears with static as late-night cartoons hummed on the TV, the off-switch neglected while he greened out, having pushed the limit once again.

It was at such times that he felt dauntingly lonely. He flirted with just about anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him, to feel something, anything. It was not for lack of wit which danced on his silver tongue that he failed to sway both women and men alike into growing fond of him. He would give up the chase before it began.

Maybe he’d set his standards too high. He was a secret lover of romance; he managed to convince the Hellfire Club not only into hosting a plethora of romantic subplots in their campaigns, but also that it was of their own accord and totally not planned out in detail prior by their Dungeon Master.

Still, he had yet to meet anyone who made him feel a fraction of the excitement that surged through his veins whenever the dice rolled in favour of a kiss. Fiction was far superior to reality, so much so that his mind was steeped in unrealistic expectations of perfectly timed confessions and sweeping romantic gestures.

He always searched for a secret beauty hidden amongst the rowdy bar crowd when he was strumming epic riffs for Corroded Coffin. His eyes always scanned the cafeteria for someone interesting to fall for. Time and time again, not a soul caught his eye, at least not in the way he was yearning for.

Which is why a mundane interaction in the Hawkins High parking lot caught him so off guard it had him rethinking his entire outlook on life.

“Eddie,” His name said in a huff, like a passing thought.

He had turned, a smirk already tugging the corners of his mouth, ready to exude cool indifference to whatever half-assed insult was about to be lugged his way. Instead, he felt his limbs go rigid as you stepped into his space, soft fingers following the curve of his ear as you tucked his hair back.

“You dropped your joint.”

“Yeah?“ He was stunned from the sudden contact, but more so from the fact that your touch had caused his eyes to start burning.

He reached up, tapping the twisted edge of the paper, then, so stiffly he thought you’d perhaps injected him with paralysing venom, he gave you a two-finger salute.

“Appreciate it, sweetheart.”

You gave a single nod, your textbooks clutched under taut knuckles. “Sure.”

With that you’d turned heel, and Eddie stood there like an idiot, crowds of people brushing past him as he watched your jock boyfriend open the car door for you, clicking open and closed, engine revving, reverberating in his heart, until he was left in the wake of burnt rubber and swirling dust clouds a changed man.

It didn’t make sense. You were nondescript, you were another face in the crowd, another hand raised in class, hidden behind the gossamer of the everyday.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

Dustin looked unimpressed when Eddie had suggested the idea of gauging your interest in joining the club.

Eddie crossed his arms, knowing he could pull off nonchalance better than anyone else, yet his heart still hammered, reminding him he was not immune to the mention of you yet. “You know her?”

“Of course,” Mike interjected as he slid into the seat beside the two, his lunch tray clattering. “She’s always hanging out with Nancy.”

Eddie realised he was gnawing on his bottom lip when the two boys narrowed their eyes at him. He gave a little drumroll on the lunch table, hoping to distract them with the flourish of a newspaper. He cleared his throat as he straightened out The Weekly Streak, eyes darting to the place on the page he’d kept coming back to.

“In the Dead of the Night, chapter forty-two by (Y/n) (Y/l/n)…”

By the time he’d finished reading the story aloud, Mike and Dustin at least looked half interested.

“He going on about that newspaper chick again?” Gareth sighed as he took a seat, getting comfy as he reached for his juice box.

Eddie seized it first, holding it just out of reach as Gareth snatched for it.

“An astute observation, my friend, but surface level,” he placed the juice box down with a thump and flung an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close, his voice lowered, “You know I wouldn’t invite just anyone into Hellfire, so think a little with that great big brain o’ yours,” he nuzzled a knuckle against Gareth’s temple and he wriggled in Eddie’s grip.

“I don’t know,” he scrunched up his face.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Eddie raised a hand to the ceiling, fingers outstretched as he punctuated each word as he said “Year. Long. Campaign.”

“Impossible,” Jeff’s greeting was one of awe as he sat down, “There would be too much ground to cover. No one person can handle campaign that big.”

“Ding ding ding,” Eddie clapped succinctly, his excitement growing, “Though your assumption is humbling, it is correct. For such a grand journey, we’d need another master writer. Someone-“ Eddie tapped on your column in the newspaper, “who knows how to weave a narrative. Attention to detail, characters, subplots. She’s the one.”

Mike and Dustin looked at each other after taking in Eddie’s beaming façade.

Mike shrugged. “I can ask her if she’d be interested, next time she’s over my house.”

“No, no,” Eddie shook his head animatedly, “No. Wheeler, you have the charisma of a damp towel. I need to be there to convince her.” He pointed a ring-clad finger at the boy, “You call me as soon as she shows up and I’ll be there.”

Gareth perked up at Eddie’s enthusiasm. “There something we should know?”

Eddie gripped Gareth’s shoulder, just hard enough to be slightly threatening. “Only that you’re all about to be treated to the best damn adventure of your lives.”

Mike’s call came later that afternoon, passing on the information that you and Nancy had made a peculiar stop before going home. The ring of the landline echoed in Eddie’s head as he pulled out of the trailer park, his palms sweaty against the steering wheel of the van.

He wanted out of his mortal body. If he could’ve separated heart and soul, he would have, so that he could focus on the task at hand without freaking himself out.

What if you said no? What if you said yes? Why did he care?

He’d never gone so out of his way to recruit someone to Hellfire before, and maybe, if he allowed himself to admit it, it was because he was chasing that high only your touch had been able to give him.

Despite being surrounded by drugs in his tailer, he’d never been tempted to overindulge. He wasn’t an addict. But one close encounter with you and he was itching for his next hit. Suddenly the romance novels all made sense, and things that had never clicked before were falling into place, the once-obscured coming into view.

It was painfully cliché. He wanted to pull the steering wheel and wake up from whatever dream this was. But as he pulled up at the arcade, he felt that strange bubbling still within him, like he truly had woken up. He could see you through the window if he squinted, the class reflecting the sunset over your form. Nancy was nodding politely to whatever you were saying, though she looked out of place, much too mature for such a setting.

Eddie hopped out of the van, the chain on his wallet clinking as he approached the entrance. The door squealed on its hinges, but was immediately drowned out by the chatter and loud music, all out of sync as each machine carried its own game theme.

Nancy’s eyes followed the darting pinball as you attempted to rack up your points, but her gaze went smoothly from top to bottom.

Nancy gave you a tight smile, “Should we head back to mine and get started on brainstorming your next chapter?”

“Good idea,” you replied, your feigned up-beat tone fooling no one, including Nancy.

Eddie thought it a good moment to swoop in and save her from needing to say something peppy to pry you from the machine.

“This one taken?”

You blinked up at him, a slight frown forming in the split second before you realised who it was.

“We were just leaving,” you announced, taking a step away and motioning like you were offering up a gift.

“Y’know, it’s all about the timing,” he said, slipping a quarter into the slot. The pinball machine lit up again, a tinny jingle sounding as the balls were loaded up. Eddie’s rings clacked against the side as he waited patiently to launch the first one into the arena.

You hovered closer to him as you watched him flip the ball expertly, hitting the bumpers with ease to allot him more points.

Nancy exhaled loudly, drawing your attention.

“What’re you girls doing here anyway?” Eddie asked casually, trying to stall for time. “Didn’t take the illustrious journalist-writer duo for a bunch of arcade dwellers.”

He viewed your downtrodden expression in the reflection of the pinball machine glass.

“A bad case of writer’s block,” you revealed, “I thought, I don’t know, the excitement might spur something within me. But nope. Turns out the only thing evoked today was the truth of how bad I am at pinball.”

Eddie chuckled, the screen lighting up with an impressive score as he finished his playthrough. “I’d take future bestselling author over future pinball champion any day.”

He felt his soul go gooey as he watched your smile grow in the glass reflection.

“If only a person could be both,” you teased, then turned as Nancy called your name from the door, where she was now waiting.

Eddie caught your arm before you could leave, and immediately regretted it, meeting your eyes in a stomach-churning instant. He forgot how to talk for a few seconds, his brain lagging behind his hard-beating heart.

“Listen, (Y/n),” he started, balling his fist to rest on the machine as the lights went out, “I uh…” He met Nancy’s gaze and she rolled her eyes, but exited with a good-natured smile on her face. “Why don’t you play one more round? I could teach you a few pointers before you leave. Take a crack at that writer’s block with some healthy ego stroking?”

You took position as he fed the machine another quarter, grinning as you asked, “What, are you going to be my cheerleader?”

He watched in the reflection as your smile fell, mouth parting as he slid his hands over yours, wishing and hoping and goddammit, even praying that his touch had the same effect on you as yours did on him.

“You paying attention?” He whispered as the pinballs were loaded onto the spring. You nodded silently, and Eddie could feel your back brush against his chest with each breath.

As the first ball fell towards the flippers he tensed, pressing down onto your fingers and subsequently the right button, flicking it back up and into a route that had your score shooting up. You let out an elated sound, something between an unbelieving scoff and an amused giggle. It had him reeling.

“Watch out,” he laughed, “Right there. That’s it.”

As the score went up so did the stakes. Both of you could see it was fast approaching the high score. Eddie didn’t stop encouraging you, and he could tell with each spoken word that he was bolstering you.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, “Keep going. Just a little more.”

He felt every jolt of your body as you anticipated the silver ball’s movements, so engrossed in the game that as he eventually removed his hands, you were still able to mimic his technique to perfection.

He could already tell that you’d work well together.

“You’re a quick learner,” he praised as you released an elated sigh at the new high score that flashed on the screen.

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with a new energy. “You’re a good teacher.”

He tapped a hand against the machine as it went into idle mode once more. “At pinball, maybe, but I could use a few pointers on some other things…”

You shook your head, knowing this had to be leading somewhere, but you still humoured him, “Other things?”

“Well, you know,” He threw a hand up, counting off each finger as he started, “How to put on eyeliner without looking like a racoon, how the hell taxes are supposed to work, how to write a wicked story…” He drew out the last word, his last counted finger wiggling as you smiled.

“Did Nancy put you up to this?”

Eddie took a step forward as he crossed his heart. “I have a vision for the future of Hellfire, but I’m gonna need your help to get it there.”

“That’s the roleplaying game you play, right?”

“Pretty much,” Eddie confirmed, “Dungeons and Dragons. DnD.”

“I don’t get it,” you admitted as you picked up your bag, “You have to write a story to play it?”

Eddie followed you as you made your way to the door. “There are pre-written campaigns with their own lore, but I’ve always wanted to delve into writing original storylines. Only problem is, it takes a lot of work. Lots of writing, character design, you’d know how it is since you write those stories for the school paper.”

“Okay,” you pushed the door, the arcade’s bubble of noise being shut in as it drifted closed behind you, “So… you want me to join?”

“You wouldn’t have to,” Eddie slipped out in front of you, causing you to halt. “I know you’re the busiest person in school next to Wheeler, so I wouldn’t ask you to play. I’d just… appreciate some help with the story. Your writing is really, really good. I mean, honestly, I got chills reading those horror stories you posted last Halloween.”

“Really?” you glowed.

“Really,” Eddie answered.

It was the truth. He had enjoyed those stories, but he hadn’t paid much attention to the school newspaper in general until that fateful day you’d tucked his joint behind his ear and he was compelled to learn everything about you.

He’d hassled some nerd who worked at The Weekly Streak into lending him a copy of every newspaper that had come out since last October, and in the span of a couple days he’d binged all your work, through which he’d picked up on your style and quirks. He supposed that he’d learnt an integral part of who you are from the pieces of yourself you chose to reveal through your characters and stories.

Still, he wanted to learn more; he wanted to learn exactly how you’d managed to distil pure electricity into those soft hands of yours. He wanted to know how a person managed to fit the whole world into their eyes.

“So,” He fought the embarrassing urge to pout, “You in?”

You glanced between him and Nancy, who was tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her car.

“I should say no,” you admitted. He knew why: your boyfriend certainly wouldn’t like the idea.

“But you will say…?”

“Maybe.”

Eddie huffed, pushing his tongue against his bottom teeth.

“Say yes,” His eyes flitted up to yours, “Please.”

You could tell he wasn’t used to asking for favours. His arms were folded behind his back and he was swinging on his heels. Eddie could scarcely believe he would sink as low as pleading, but he had never been more determined for something in his life now that he’d set his sights on you.

“Fine,” you spoke quickly, conscious of how long you’d made Nancy wait, “But Chance can’t know.”

“Chance?” He spoke aloud, but it clicked in his brain and he nodded. “Your boyfriend.”

“Eddie,” you raised your brow at him, “Seriously. If he found out-“

“Hey, my lips are sealed.” He even made the gesture of zipping them closed and throwing away the key.

You nodded, “Good. Then I’ll see you at my place, Friday night.”

Nancy smirked as you finally entered her car, and she said something that had you hiding your face in your hands. Eddie turned away then, knowing he’d only pick apart every miniscule expression for anything negative and be persuaded by his interpretation to call the whole thing off.

As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat of the van he took a deep breath, checked his side mirror to see that Nancy had pulled out, then shook himself out let a wet dog, expelling all the nervous energy that had pooled in his body.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled to himself, turning the key in the ignition, “It’s happening, it’s happening.”

He was so ecstatic for the rest of the day, his uncle asked if he was high when he got home.

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[thesassypadawan]

Fireworks *part 2* (Master Qui-Gon x KnightReader)

Note: Read Love’s In Our Hearts On Life Day *part 1* first to get an idea of what’s going on. 

Summary: After a truly wonderful Life Day, it’s time to celebrate the new year with your recently expanded family.  What better of a way to do so then with sipping on some hot cocoa and watching the New Year Fete fireworks all together.  Happy New Year!

Warnings:  Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Other Notes: I changed the ages for the boys, Anakin is 9 and Obi is 14.

New Year’s Fete Week is the first five days of the year (according to the Galactic Standard Calendar) and is a five-day festival that celebrates the new year.

New Year’s Day, the first dawn of the year. A time of renewal and fresh starts. The moment when we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new…by celebrating with those we care for the most.

“Dear one, what are you trying to do?” Qui-Gon asked, an amused look on his handsome face as he slowly stirred the simmering pot.

“I’m trying to get the thermos to put our hot chocolate in, but someone not only put it up too high…they also hid my step stool!” You sighed exasperatedly, standing on your tip toes.

Reaching above your head, Qui plucked the aforementioned thermos from the top shelf with ease. “That’s because someone doesn’t want to see the two of you get hurt.”

Taking the bottle from him, you jokingly rolled your eyes. “My, aren’t we the overprotective one.”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Qui-Gon pulled you in close beside him. “Only when it comes to very precious cargo,” he muttered, rubbing your small bump affectionately.

“Oh, Qui,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “You know, we still have some time before-”

Your words were abruptly cut short as two overly excited kiddos called out from the next room.

“Mom! Dad! The fireworks are starting soon!” Came Obi-Wan’s crackling voice.

“Yeah! We don’t want to miss a single minute!” Followed by Anakin’s higher pitched one.

You each exchanged a small, knowing smile. Life hadn’t been quite the same since you had adopted Ani, the child “too old to be trained”. It was hectic and a tad overwhelming at times, but Qui and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because nothing compared to a house filled with so much love and joy.

“Hold that thought,” Qui-Gon said softly, his hand sliding down to your hip and giving it a gentle squeeze…making you giggle.

Turning his head to the side, he shot a simple reply over his shoulder. “We’ll be there in a few moments!”

“Yeah! We’re just finishing up a little surprise for you two!” You added playfully, unscrewing the lid.

The sound of fast approaching footfalls could be heard thundering down the hall.

“Now you’ve done it,” Qui chuckled. Shutting off the burner, he quickly poured the steaming concoction into the bottle and screwed the cap back on. Just in time for the rowdy pair to come stampeding into the tiny kitchen, both bundled up and ready to go.

“Surprise?!” Ani giddily asked.

“I smell chocolate!” Obi enthusiastically exclaimed.

“Hmm, maybe,” you hummed, as you finished filling a container of cookies. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

A joint “aw, man” is what you heard in return.

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” you teased, carefully packing the goodies into your bag. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Your mother is right,” Qui-Gon chimed in, pulling his coat on. “And, with that said, let’s be on our way.”

Ani and Obi each let out a small cheer, before running out the back door and into the freshly, fallen snow.

Draping your shawl over your shoulders, Qui-Gon murmured. “Shall we, darling?”

Placing a loving hand on your stomach, you happily replied. “Yes, let’s go celebrate the new year with all three of our boys.”

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[harudnae]

The Great Draft Eradication Plan was a good idea, there were a lot of honorable deaths but at least the WIP folder is starting to look good. Today I deliver a Gaban x Reader 420-friendly one-shot!

(Fun fact: I started writing this such a long while ago that I quit smoking since... Anyway, I wrote it so I might as well post it.)

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.19

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Gaban x GN!Reader

Summary: You're smoking pot on the Oro Jackson's decks when Gaban invites himself in.

Content warnings : weed smoking, flirting, kissing, rated M for drugs & naughty thoughts, no smut in here, no pronouns used for Reader, no body description either

Word count: <2.5k

🌿 Zamalia

It's late at night and the party is as lively as ever on the decks of the Oro Jackson.

You're already pleasantly buzzed from the rum you looted a couple of days ago from a rival crew, but alcohol isn't the only thing you enjoy in such circumstances. You leave the rowdy crowd and lazily make your way to the prow, then you glance behind you to check that nobody followed you, and finally you lean against the railing and roll a joint. You light it up facing the endless sea, sparkling with moonlight and reflections of stars. You exhale a cloud of smoke and smile to yourself, content with your life at sea, more so as a proud Roger Pirate. You haven't been here for long, but the crew quickly grew on you and you'd never dream of being anywhere else right now. You tilt your head up and let your body relax while you smoke and observe the starry sky.

"What are you doing here?"

You stiffen a little at Gaban's voice behind you, then you turn your head around. You nod towards your half-smoked blunt, a sheepish smile on your face. "Smoking pot."

Gaban grins as he approaches you. "Ah, you don't want to get scolded by Crocus now, do you?"

You shrug. "I was avoiding the cabin boys, mostly."

"That's fair." He leans against the railing next to you. "Would you share?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Didn't know you smoked, too."

Gaban chuckles. "Sometimes. I'm just better at hiding", he winks.

You draw your tongue out as you pass him the blunt.

He offers you a sly grin in return.

You observe the way his lips wrap around the tip as he takes a first drag, and how they part as he exhales a cloud of smoke. Fuck, I never thought I'd wish to be a blunt.

"Thanks. It's good stuff, too... Where did you get that?"

"A couple of islands away. A guy at an inn..."

Gaban smiles wide as he asks, "The one in New Marla?"

You squint. "How...?" Oh, right, he smokes too. You exhale a chuckle. "Okay, never mind", you slide him a knowing glance.

"Yeah, I bought him some, too. I stashed some from Zamalia as well before you joined us, I can spare some if you want."

You open wide eyes. "Zamalia? You bet I want to try! I heard they've got the best stuff there."

Gaban chuckles. "You heard right."

"So you're a connoisseur, huh? How did you pick the habit?"

Gaban tilts his chin towards the ruckus of the partying crew. "It's hard to sleep sometimes with these ones around", he says, smiling.

You heartily laugh. "Yeah, I know..."

He hands you the blunt. "How did you?"

"It helps me relax", you explain as you grab the smoke, your fingers slightly brushing against his. "Somewhat."

Gaban removes his glasses and tucks them across the collar of his shirt, leaning a bit towards you to meet your gaze. "You nervous?"

You barely maintain eye contact for a second before glaring back at the sea. Your face feels warmer in such close proximity to Gaban, and your heart beats faster, too. How could you have known that he'd join you right now? Now you're high enough that his voice does weird things to you, not to mention you acknowledged your crush on him only a few weeks ago and his last sentence sounded like something straight out of a wet dream.

"I didn't think we were so intimidating", he continues, voice deep and slightly playful.

You exhale a soft sigh. "You aren't." Well... in a way, you are, but I'm not about to tell you that. You pointedly keep watching the glimmering sea, but you still see him tilting his head to the side, from the corner of your eye.

"Why the need to relax, then?"

You slightly grin. "It's just... a way to unwind, same as having a drink. Back in my homeland we party more often around blunts than booze, mostly because weed grows literally everywhere while alcohol is pretty expensive in comparison. I do enjoy drinking, but not as much as I like being high."

"That's fair. Do you need a refill, by the way?" He eyes your empty jug.

You nod the negative. "I had enough already, I'm going to keep to smoking now. Thanks, though."

Gaban smiles. "Hm. Wanna try some of of that Zamalia stuff, then?"

A delighted grin curve your lips and your whole face lightens. "Ooh, I'd love to!"

He exhales an acknowledging hum and nods. "Wait here", he says as he gets off the railing and puts his glasses back on, "I'll get a refill and the rest."

"Cool, thanks." Your gaze follows him as he retreats to the lower decks, and you turn your head around only once he's out of sight. You lick your lips and take a deep breath. Okay, so Gaban and I are going to get high together, that's a thing that's actually happening. Wow, holy shit, I hope I won't get awkward, or... horny. Either way I'm going to feast on eye candy for the rest of the night. You take another deep breath and lean onto the railing. Your gaze drifts across the calm sea, a giddy smile curving your lips as you contemplate your luck.

Gaban's unmistakable tread on the Adam wood interrupts your daydreaming, making your heart race at the prospect of quality time with your crush. His footsteps slow down as he gets closer, then they stop a little behind you.

You breathe a little more heavily as you feel the weight of his stare behind you, wondering what he's up to.

"The view's really nice", Gaban says.

You straighten up in alarm, suddenly very aware that you're bent over the railing and presenting your whole backside. A split second after you turn your burning face around.

Gaban doesn't move from where he stands, a couple of feet from where he stood earlier at the railing, not quite right behind you but far enough that he could see both the sea and you. He grins, chin up and moonlight shining in his glasses.

You squint, mentally cursing said glasses for concealing his eyes because you're pretty sure he wasn't staring over the railing just now. Then you reason that you're probably getting ideas because you're already a bit high and you've got a huge crush. "Indeed", you exhale after a quiet while.

Gaban turns to you, smile widening, and hands you a pouch he fetches from one of his pockets. "Do you want to roll one?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Oh, sure, thank you." You breath hitches a little when the warmth of his hand briefly brushes against your fingers, and you try to stay focused on your task, instead of hoping for more than just partaking.

Thankfully, Gaban chit-chats while you roll, a pleasant distraction from your dangerous thoughts. He's always been easy-going with you, from your very first day in the crew, as well as attentive to your well-being as much as the rest of the crew's even though you came aboard later than most. Until now, he's shown nothing but kindness towards you.

You assume that, being so close to Captain Roger and Rayleigh in terms of authority over the crew, Gaban acts the same with every other new recruit. Calm down, heart, there's nothing personal.

Gaban removes his glasses and tucks them across his collar, gazing at you while you light the new blunt.

You make eye contact when you inhale the smoke, keeping it inside your lungs a bit longer than necessary. You turn back to the sea to exhale, cheeks a little warmer. "It's really good", you comment. Your eyes drift to the wisps of smoke rising from the blunt while you focus on the taste. "I can tell it's strong stuff just with one drag... It's not overwhelming, though."

"Yeah! I really liked the the lemony kind of tang, too."

You nod the affirmative. "Mh-hmm". A few puffs in and your skin is a little more sensitive, tingling where the wind blows, heating where Gaban's gaze lingers a little too long – your hand that holds the blunt, your lips when you exhale, your nape or shoulder when you look upon the calm waves under the moonlit sky. Your heart beats faster too. Being high certainly doesn't help, but you're absolutely positive that it's not the only reason... In such close proximity to Gaban you're all fuzzy inside. When did smoking become so intimate? Am I overthinking things? Or am I just hyper aware of things now that I'm high? You turn to him when he detaches his gaze from you to drink from his jug. Warmth coils inside you as you observe the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and you repress the sudden urge to plant a kiss there.

Gaban turns back to you, absentmindedly licking a stray drop off his lower lip. "So? What d'you think?"

Very hot. You blink, clear your throat, and look at the blunt. "Oh." You stumble on your words, "Um, very good. Tasty, strong stuff. Thanks for sharing." You huff an awkward laugh, unable to tell if you're talking about the weed or about him. You purse your lips and pass the joint. "I'll have to take it easy with that one", you confess, already feeling much higher than you expected with just a few drags.

"Alright", Gaban says as he takes his turn, then he laughs. "Now you know why I still have some of this after all this time", he reveals, "so don't feel pressured to smoke or anything. I only want to share if you enjoy it."

You crack a soft smile. "Thanks, I appreciate."

Gaban wraps a hand around your shoulder and gently squeezes, eyes diving into yours. "I don't want you to get sick, okay?"

Your heart misses a beat at his touch, warm and tender. Your smile widens and you look back at the sea as your cheeks heat up again. "Yeah, don't worry, I won't. It's really good, I do enjoy this", you mumble, once again unsure whether you're talking about getting high or not.

Gaban squeezes again, then his hand slides off your shoulder as he leans back onto the railing.

You fight against the urge to lean towards him and chase his body warmth. Instead, you prop your elbows on the railing and lean down to rest your head, purposefully avoiding eye contact. You exhale a small sigh.

"You wanna go to bed?"

Your shoulder tense a little at the mental images of a bed that spawn into your mind – every single one featuring you and Gaban over it in various positions – and your face heats up in embarrassment.

"I mean, I understand if it's strong enough to make you sleepy."

You shake your head to clear your mind of dangerous thoughts yet again invading it. Then you crack a smile and turn your attention back to him. "No, it's okay. I'm just... glad to be here, it's nice."

Gaban grins wide. "You like this crew, this ship?"

You eagerly nod. "A lot." Your gaze idly drifts to his hands. "But I was talking about right now, here."

"Less noise around?"

You meet his gaze again. "Yeah. It's nice to have some calmer moments, too."

He still smiles when he passes you the blunt. "More so in good company."

Your fingers brush against his slightly longer than necessary. You have no idea.

Gaban glances at you, a curious eyebrow raised.

You briskly turn your attention back to the sea as you realize that you just said that out loud. Your smile falters and your heart threatens to burst while you wait for the inevitable, terrible predicament.

"(y/n)?"

Your shoulders tense.

"Is this mutual interest I heard?"

You take a long drag from the blunt. Interest, sure. Mutual, though? Wait– You hold the smoke inside your lungs and turn back to him.

He looks at you expectantly, a small smile curving his lips when your gaze lingers there.

You exhale the smoke and finally breathe out, "Yeah."

Gaban's smile widens, turning mischievous. "Then I'm glad I saw you leave the party earlier."

"You came here on purpose?" You lean back up and turn around to face him. "Not just wandering around and finding me randomly?"

Gaban raises his hands. "Guilty as charged."

You raise an interested eyebrow. Emboldened by your recent findings, you step into his personal space and confess, "Well, you've been on my mind for a while..."

He places a hand on the small of our back, pulling you closer. "How long?", he asks as he leans in, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

"Too long", you exhale before closing the last of distance between you. You close your eyes when Gaban's lips touch yours, full and soft and warm, and you almost melt at the contact. Your hands find anchor on his hips, gently pulling him flush against you when your tongue slides against his lower lip.

Gaban's free hand wraps around your nape and tilts your head to deepen the kiss.

Fuck, he's good at this. You sigh into his mouth and answer in kind, warmth pooling in your gut while your hands mindlessly explore the broad expanse of his back.

He breaks the kiss at some point, and he softly smiles when your lips chase after his. His gaze dives into yours and he runs his fingertips around your neck, following your jawline before tilting your chin up.

Breath short, tense with anticipation, you lightly bite your lower lip.

Gaban softly sighs, then confesses, "I really want you right now..."

You crack a smile. "Me too."

"Wanna move...?" He trails out, tilting his head towards the other side of the ship.

You heartily nod.

Gaban leans in for a searing kiss, and doesn't leave you time to recover before he grabs your hand and leads the way to the lower decks.

You all too happily follow him, elated at the prospect of spending some private time with him. Your heart drums loud within your chest by the time you reach his cabin, and you're absolutely certain it's not only because of the weed you shared.

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[bearbait-adventures]

Calm for now.

86 has been on light duty as he’s still adjusting to the changes, learning how to use his newly awakened augmented body along with the prosthetic arm. Light duty for Spartans is still quite a bit when compared to the normies though, and getting to know the other Spartans… Well, that was also harder than one would think. 86 was different. He was bigger than most of the Spartan IIIs, and still technically in the process of growing, but he was already damaged goods, already a failure. Nobody wanted him on their squad, he was a cripple, a liability, a mess.

Needless to say it made eating lunch in the mess hall a lonely endeavor. He wasn’t welcomed at most tables, it gets awkward real quick if you sit where no one wants you. The silence and the judging stares… It makes him sick to his stomach and he hates it. He stops trying, finds his own table, eats quickly and leaves most days. 

“Orbital Drop Shock Troopers” or ODST. They’re a rowdy bunch. They normally don’t get along with any other branch, very tightly knit amongst themselves. Remarkably brave or just plain suicidal or maybe some crazy mixture of both, funny how those things are often interchangeable.

A group of them enters the cafeteria they’re loud and laughing with each other. 86 has never seen them here before. The ODST and marines have a staggered lunch time from the Spartans. An attempt by higher powers to keep them from fighting apparently it had happened before. Something about a fight over a weight room. There aren’t many seats left, at least not where they could sit all together, the mess hall is crowded and they set their sights on 86’s table. 86 is surprised when they all pile in, but makes no protest. After all there isn’t anywhere else for them and it’s not “his” table. They don’t really acknowledge his existence, but they’re not rude so he just rolls with it. At least he’s not alone anymore. 

This continues over the next couple days. 86 claims the table and the ODST fill it in a little later. From what he’s overheard so far is that these ODST plus more and more Marines have been transferred here to runmore joint ops with the Spartan IIIs. It wasn’t long before 86 started paying more attention, sticking around a bit longer, listening to their jokes and their stories. He started to drop his guard, and started laughing too. 

Until one of them says something to him…but they’re on his bad side and he doesn’t hear them. “Hey! Are you deaf!” Is what he finally hears as they slam a fist down next to him. He startles. Sliding his chair back away from the intruder, defensive and surprised. He didn’t recognize this soldier. Was he a new one? “I said move. You don’t belong here, swabbie.” The man spat the words like a curse. The rest of the table had gone quiet, an awkward silence. No one seemed to know what to say to that. 86 felt a spike of panic go through him. This was “his” table. He was here first. He was used to sitting here. He didn’t want to move. But before he could verbalize any of that, his internal panic was interrupted by a “hooting” sound. One of the ODST across the table smacked it loudly before flapping his hands wildly at the newcomer. His hands started grumpily forming shapes that 86 vaguely recognized, something similar to military hand signs but not quite that. “Gunny, wants you to kindly fuck off. That’s our Spartan. You find your own table shit-for-brains.” Another ODST translates Gunny’s signs. The new comer growls but does thankfully fuck off somewhere else, allowing 86 to finally sit back down… Flabbergasted.

Had he just been adopted? By ODST? Gunny made more signs at him. 86 watched with wonder but still didn’t understand. “He’s asking if you can hear on that side.” The ODST that translated earlier spoke up after a moment. 

86 clears his throat, slightly embarrassed by the whole situation. “Ah, yes… A little bit…but not very well apparently…sorry.” 86 apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand. More signs come from Gunny, hands flourishing about excitedly. “He can’t hear either, too many bombs, too close to his stubborn head.” The same ODST laughed this time sitting up and offering his hand out for a shake. “Name’s Joker.”

86 took the hand, his mechanical arm whirring quietly as he reached out. He was mindful of how much pressure he put into his grip as human hands were much more fragile than most of the things he held. “Holy shit! You really are all fucked up aren’t ya?” A bigger ODST off to his side spoke up, well big compared to normies anyway. He punched 86’s mechanical arm. “They like to call me Monster.” He introduced himself. “Ah, Yeah.” 86 nodded with Monster’s previous observation. “They told me I got blown up I guess…” 

Joker laughed with 86’s explanation. “Dent and ding special it is then.”

Gunny started signing again as 86 watched. Monster translated this time. “Strays are always the best.” 86 couldn’t help but laugh, he wasn’t entirely sure what any of that meant but the tone sounded positive so he went with it. 86 later found out these three would be assigned to him as part of his training squad. Claiming they didn’t want to be with those “Pretty Spartans.” He ran missions and trained with them as an ODST…a “Helljumper.” They would give him an “ASL for Dummies” book. It was well worn and properly vandalized and signed by all three of them. Joker would teach him all about breaking the ice via terrible puns and worse jokes. 86 would even go as far as downloading an entire archive of them once he was given the resources, namely his very own set of SPI Mark II Armor. Gunny would teach him all he knew about explosives and their unconventional uses. Monster would teach him how useful a combat knife could be and to never go without…several of them. He had a little family, a crew, just a Spartan and his ODST.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #no.20 #solitary confinement #found family #red vs blue #rvb #halo #oc #fic #bear's fic #agent pennsylvania

[tiktokitssinoclock]

Falling Asleep Scenarios - The Valorant Guys (p.II)

SFW // Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

Phoenix

Phoenix's eyes were glued to the screen as he tapped rapidly on the remote in his hands, letting out a cheer as his character successfully kicked your's out of the virtual arena. You let out an annoyed groan from in front of him, causing him to look down just in time to see you pinch the bridge of your nose. Your back was pressed into his chest, your legs crossed neatly beneath you as he lay splayed out across the couch. You looked up to shoot him a playful glare.

"Cheater."

"That's two rounds in a row. You're tripping, Y/N," he teased you.

You rolled your eyes.

"You're lucking out because I'm tired. Brimstone wasn't playing around in the training arena today."

"Why don't you go on to bed then?"

"Because I've been wanting to hang out with you."

He ignored the pleased thrum your words sent up his chest and smirked.

"You're gonna fall asleep."

"Come on Jamie, no I'm not."

"You so are."

"I won't. I swear."

It only took a few solo rounds of Super Smash for him to hear you start softly snoring. He forced down his laugh and instead of immediately starting another round, he spared a look at you. Your head was reclined back, eyes fluttering gently in your sleep with your arms loosely folded over your chest. He found himself staring for a while before finally turning his attention back to the game, growing a bit tired himself but not wanting to wake you. He'd let you sleep for a few more rounds before turning in for the night, he promised himself.

~

On her way out for her godforsaken 4:00AM run, Skye noticed two dark silhouettes and a loud noise in the common area. She paused momentarily before realising it was just you and Phoenix cuddled up soundly on the couch. She chuckled to herself as Phoenix suddenly snorted before resuming his woodchipper snoring.

"Christ. That pair's hopeless."

Brimstone

"Hey Y/N, you still with me?" Brimstone asked, eyeing you from where you sat beside him. You suddenly shot up in your seat, straightening your back and shaking your head slightly to wake yourself up.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

"Hmm." He narrowed his eyes but said nothing more, instead returning his attention to the stack of papers in front of him.

"I told you it's not always invigorating reviewing old strategies. At the very least we have footage to fall back on for our newer stuff, but the paperwork is all we have for older protocol."

You looked at your own pile of reports and nearly went cross-eyed.

"I know, I know. I didn't want you stuck doing it all alone."

"It's not anything I'm not used to."

You shrugged.

"Still."

He fought back a smile as you leaned heavily against your palm, flicking through a PDF on a failed gun design and feeling your eyes grow heavier with every line. Before long, you had gone still. You're breathing was slow and even, the packet still in your hand as you dozed quietly.

He sighed to himself but nudged your head in his direction, shifting your weight so you were resting on his shoulder and not putting any strain on your wrist.

"You gotta go easy on those joints if you want to preserve your accuracy, kid," he said. His heart wasn't quite in the reprimand, though, especially considering he kept his voice low and gently removed the papers from your grasp.

Omen

Being a nonhuman, Omen has never really needed to sleep. He could appreciate the quiet that night brought to headquarters, however, often using the alone time to knit peacefully in his room. One weekend, however, a few of the agents were being particularly rowdy well into the early hours of the morning. He found himself finishing off his scarf not to the sounds of the AC unit running, but loud music and boisterous laughter.

Another change was the knock at his door. He peeked through the shadows shrouding his doorway and upon seeing your familiar face, called out a gravelly, "Enter."

You timidly swung the door open and he turned to greet you. You stood in his doorway clad in your pyjamas, a pillow in your grasp as you gave him a sleepy wave.

"Raze and Killjoy are partying on my floor. I figured you weren't using your bed so... could I sleep in here?"

Omen considered it for a moment before finally nodding.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you."

You plopped belly first onto the mattress and cuddled into your pillow. In the time it took for Omen to grab a different colored yarn and get started on a new project, he could sense that you had fallen fast asleep. Given that the music was fairly prominent in his quarters, he could only imagine how loud it had to have been from your room.

He turned back to you, watching the air vent on his ceiling send your flyaways in the air as you steadily drooled on your pillow. He may not have understood sleep, or that foreign feeling that settled in his chest watching you rest on his bed, but he still found both inexplicably fascinating. He alternated between making progress on a new sweater and watching you rest until you finally woke.

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Apologies to my daddy Brimstone simps, but I've viewed him strictly as a fatherly figure so it's sort of challenging for me to write about him romantically LMAO. But if you're really itching for a romantic scenario with him just lmk and I'll try my best 'cause dammit I understand the struggle of simping for someone and needing more content for them.（πーπ)

#valorant imagines #valorant phoenix #phoenix x reader #valorant brimstone #brimstone x reader #platonic #valorant omen #omen x reader

[ticklishraspberries]

Smoking Sessions (Steve, Robin)

Summary: Steve and Robin have been getting high together. Sometimes it leads to deep discussion, and sometimes it leads to some much-needed goofing off. (A bit loosely based on a prompt I got from @chailattef and then a discussion I had with @nhasablogg. Hope you enjoy!) Warnings for marijuana use, discussions of past trauma, and spoilers for season 4, specifically episodes 6 and 7.

After everything that they’d been through, it was no surprise that Steve and Robin had turned to Eddie Munson’s preferred method of relaxation.

Steve had smoked before, but it was never the good shit that Eddie got, and it was always in a party setting, not during a sleepover with his best friend in her basement, where he could truly let loose. Robin, however, had spent most of her teenage years on the straight and narrow, and it wasn’t like she was getting invited to many parties to smoke or drink at. Sure, the band kids could be quite rowdy, but she rarely went out with them.

The first time they smoked, they were with Eddie, who had rolled them joints and popped in some films for them to watch together, chuckling in amusement as he observed the baby stoners in their natural habitat. It had been a fun evening, full of laughter and snacks, and Eddie had pre-rolled some joints for them to smoke again in the future.

It wasn’t an everyday thing, and they could both function alright without it, but it was a nice way to take away the edge, to push away the bad thoughts, to keep the nightmares at bay. They spent evenings huddled under a blanket, watching shitty films and talking about the pretty actresses, passing a joint between them until they felt sufficiently floaty.

Sometimes, it would just make them sleepy. But on some nights, it led to introspection, to deep conversations. There were only a few people that they could discuss what they’d been through with, and since the two of them were so close, they usually turned to one another in those times of need.

When the scars those creatures had left on Steve’s torso began to ache with memory, Robin played with his hair to distract from the phantom sensation. When Robin woke up from a nightmare, Steve would pull her to his chest and let her fall back to sleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat, his steady breathing.

Mostly, they talked.

“Sometimes, when I think about what happened…It just doesn’t feel real,” Robin admitted. “Like, it feels as though I’m remembering something from a movie, like, as if I didn’t actually live it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Steve replied, twirling the lighter in his hand.

Robin let out a soft sigh, leaning her head against Steve’s shoulder. “Like, on one hand, we did a good thing. The right thing. We saved people, our friends, and I don’t regret it for a second. But at the same time, it’s like…Why us?”

“Because we live in a town where fucked up things happen,” he replied. “Being a hero is not as fun as it looks in movies.”

“Oh, not at all. I mean, look at us, neither of us even got a girlfriend out of it.”

That made Steve snort, and then Robin laughed as well.

“I mean, parts of it were cool,” Steve said after a moment. “The light thing? I’ve been wondering how Will managed to do that shit for years.”

“Alright, I guess that was pretty cool.”

Steve can remember how it felt against his palm, the tingling sensation on his skin, and reflexively curled and uncurled his hand. “I can still feel it, if I think about it.”

“Does it still tickle?” Robin asked, teasing.

He rolls his eyes. “Not, like, laugh-out-loud kind of tickle. The itchy kind of tickle, like when something crawls on you.”

She wrinkled her nose at the analogy, like it made her itchy just to think about it. “So, your hands aren’t some secret ticklish spot I’ve been missing?”

Steve shrugged. “I mean, no one’s ever tried, but I doubt it.”

Robin looked up at him, and reached for his wrist, eyeing him for any sign that he wanted her to stop. She didn’t find anything, just noticing the way his lips began to curl upward before she’d even touched him, amused by her actions.

She dragged the tips of her fingers across his palm, and his fingers twitched away like he’d been electrocuted. She grinned and repeated the action..

“Feel like laughing yet?” she asked.

“Not really,” he replied. “Gives me goosebumps though.”

She pouted, letting go of his hand. “Disappointing.”

“Well, you’re the one who said it felt good,” he said.

“I guess my hands just aren’t ticklish.”

Steve was tempted to try it as well, or poke at a spot that he knew was ticklish, but it just didn’t feel appropriate. Instead, he smiled, and suggested that they try to get some sleep.

***

As time went on, the memories became a bit easier to deal with. The nightmares and the pain came less often, but the smoking and sleepovers stayed. It wasn’t just out of comfort, it was a habit, and it was comfortable.

The weed didn’t always make their conversations deep. Sometimes, it made them absolute nonsense instead.

“Eddie’s always talking about how your, like, senses are stronger when you’re stoned,” Steve said. “And like, I never really noticed, but I think he’s right.”

Robin snorted. “So, if I drink a Coke while I’m high, it’s gonna taste like…Crazy, extra-strength Coke?”

“Well, you can go get a Coke from the fridge and try it out,” he replied.

“Ugh, too much effort. Experiment requires a new test subject.”

“What about touch?” Steve said. “I mean, like, if you hit me do you think it’d hurt more?”

“For once, I am not in the mood to hit you,” she joked. “But…”

“But what?”

Robin pounced at him, fingers prodding around his ribs. “I wonder if it makes you more ticklish.”

Steve spluttered, wriggling beneath her touch for a moment before giving in to the laughter that crept up his throat. “Shit!”

“It’s all in the name of science, Steve,” she said in a dramatic whisper, using one hand to scribble at the side of his neck.

His shoulder snapped up instantly with a gasp, and fuck, being high definitely made him more ticklish, because he was normally able to fight back, or at least hold back his laughter for longer, and he was already a helpless, giggling puddle.

Robin didn’t keep it up for long, aware that Steve’s nerves were dialed up to one hundred, and she didn’t want to push it too far and make him uncomfortable. However, when he insisted that the experiment needed a second trial, she wished that she had kept him distracted longer.

His fingers found that sweet spot on her lower back, and it was a miracle that the shrieking didn’t wake her parents upstairs.

***

Vulnerability didn’t come easily to Steve, and so most of his deep conversations, and even his silliest moments happened when he was stoned. It allowed the words to fall out easier, the laughter to burst out freely, and the love he had for Robin to shine fully.

It also led him to making some embarrassing requests.

Sure, he had occasionally whined for Robin to play with his hair, and even begged her to cuddle a few times, but he was incredibly embarrassed of his latest request.

“Can you tickle me?” he asked. “Like, the other night. It was fun.”

Robin’s expression softened. “Sure,” she said. “Anywhere specific?”

The tips of Steve’s ears burned. “Uh, no, anywhere’s good. Just careful of the scars,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to his torso.

Robin nodded, and before Steve could second-guess himself, she clambered on top of him, her fingers going for his neck yet again.

His head hit the pillow behind him as his giggles came pouring out.

Robin was grinning wildly, clearly enjoying herself just as much as he was.

She tickled his neck for a bit, relishing in the soft giggling it caused, and then she switched to the front of his ribcage, wiggling between the grooves of each bone, making him shake his head back and forth, although he didn’t verbalize any desire for it to stop.

It wasn’t until her fingers wormed beneath his arms that he nearly jumped out of his skin, reaching for her wrists to push them away.

“Too much?” she asked.

“No,” Steve said, breathless. “Bad spot.”

“Do you want me to stop, or switch places, or…?”

“Um, I guess stop for now. Apparently tickling makes me tired,” he said.

She laughed. “Alright, well, I can always tickle you awake in the morning then.”

Steve flushed and gave her shoulder a push. “Whatever.”

As the two of them got together their pillows and blankets for bed, Robin turned to him before shutting off the lights. “You know it’s not weird, right?”

“Huh?”

“The fact that you like it, I mean. Like, I’m not gonna judge you. And if you want, I can do it more often, so you don’t have to ask again.”

Steve broke into a smile. “Thanks, dude.”

“No problem. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Robin flicked off the light and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders.

Steve fell asleep soon after, feeling floaty and calm and happy, although the weed had almost worn off by then. 

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin #ticklefic #tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things ticklefic #stranger things tickling #raspberry writes

[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Helplessly Devoted - Male Yan x GN!Reader

WARNING(S): Yandere, obsessive/possessive behavior, gaslighting, stalking, drug use (seriously, Reader is implied to get roofied), implied violence/death

Please read responsibly. Minors fuck off. Ageless/blank blogs DNI.

Imagine for a minute.

You’ve just moved to a new town. You’re on your own for the first time, and as exciting as your new apartment and job are, there’s a sense of trepidation that comes with being so far away from your loved ones. Furniture isn’t cheap, despite the discarded items given to you by friends and relatives, and your new place is fairly barren, but you make it work.

And speaking of work, you managed to snag a nice little gig at a bar downtown. You didn’t mind that this meant you would work late into the night, as the patrons were decent for being near a college town and tips were plentiful due to your polite demeanor.

You had your regulars, of course; football players coming in fresh out of a college game and wanting to unwind and celebrate, blind dates and steamy tinder hookups, freshly-21-year-olds eager to try their first drink, people visiting to unwind after a hard day of work - at this point you wondered if there was anything that could surprise you.

Among your regulars was a young guy with shaggy, shoulder-length blond hair that framed a tanned face and indigo eyes. He always came in at the start of your shift and seldom left until after it ended. He wasn’t rowdy, nor was he mean. You guessed he came in to smoke, given this was one of the only establishments in the area that allowed marijuana use. He would roll and smoke a joint, order a drink or two, and wait out your shift. Often he sat near the same group, but there had been a time or two when he would wander to the bar where you were working. He was polite enough, with a soft demeanor and an easy smile.

The guy would just sit and smoke and drink, and hardly ever caused a fuss. You shouldn’t have minded his presence, really. He was one of your best regulars, and you could trust him to leave on his own two feet. But when he would come sit at the bar, sometimes you would catch him staring. His half-lidded gaze would linger on you as you wiped down the bar, or cleaned glasses, or mixed up a drink - and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease at its intensity.

Once or twice you would have to throw out a particularly unruly patron, and only then would you see a harder side to him, something cold and intimidating as he’d get up from his seat and right into their face, demanding them obey your order and leave. Typically, this worked to cow some of your shorter troublemakers, though men his size and taller would laugh at him, daring him to do something about it. He would simply wipe the spittle off of his face, gesture to the door, and follow them outside.

Whenever that happened, you didn’t see that patron again for a long while. And as for your regular, Aster, as he’d introduced himself to you once? He would come back in, swiping his thumb across his lower lip to remove the blood, and would order a vodka soda with extra lime. You never asked questions, and he never gave you answers. Secretly it relieved you to have such an effective bouncer in him, though you couldn’t help but wonder what went on between your patrons.

Sometimes he would tell you little tidbits about his life. Little anecdotes here and there, about his younger sister or his older brother, or about his high school years, or about his woes in love. There had been a time or two when he would lose his composure at the bottom of his glass, and would bemoan the loss of a woman he’d loved in the past, and how she betrayed him. Silently you would slide him a water to help him sober up, and by the next time he came in, it was like he’d never spilled his heart to you. Another gentle smile and he would be sitting near his group of stoners.

As eventful as your job was, it was always nice to go home after a long evening of bussing and earning tips. You would carefully gather up your things and head out, shivering at the chill in the air - as well as the strange feeling that something was watching you. For months now you could swear you felt eyes on you as you went home, but no matter how hard you looked, you could never find a culprit.

Sometimes you would come home to see a little note at your door, all lazy, loopy writing; it usually amounted to platitudes of how breathtaking you looked that night and how much they yearned to see you in person instead of watching from afar. Multiple times you questioned your neighbors, but nobody had seen the culprit, and you knew damn well the landlord never paid attention to the cameras, let alone kept them up and working well enough.

One night, Aster offered to buy you a drink of your own. Despite your gut feeling that you shouldn’t drink on the job, people had been rowdier than usual (Superbowl Sunday, the worst night of the year to be a bartender besides the New Year’s Eve crowd) and you were at the end of your rope. So you agreed and began making your favorite drink. But as you set it down on the bar, some patrons hollered for service and you had to leave it. You’d scarcely been gone a few minutes when you returned and took a hearty gulp.

You made small talk with Aster for a minute, and by the time you finished your drink you felt... off. Weird. Had someone spiked your drink? There had been a few instances when you had to rescue a tipsy drinker from a date gone wrong or a regular flat-out creep, but so far you’d been careful enough to avoid the telltale signs. Still, there was a chance that you just couldn’t hold your liquor tonight, given your empty stomach and exhaustion.

Aster recognized your dizziness immediately and offered to take you home, given that you were too sick to continue tending from the alcohol mixing with your lack of food. You protested, thinking of your coworker at home who had to take over for you, and if you could just sober up you would be ready to return to your duties. But he insisted, and finally you let him borrow your phone so he could dial your coworker and explain the situation.

He smelled strongly of cologne and the chaser of weed and smoke underneath it, and it made your head pound worse as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder. His soft purple jacket was cool against your flushed skin as he helped you to his car and the scent of his hair stuck out to you - huh, did you use the same shampoo brand?

You couldn’t remember much of the drive home. You couldn’t even remember him helping you onto his couch, nor tucking a soft blanket around your shoulders that smelled vaguely familiar in your addled brain. You remembered little except for the brief flashes of awareness during the night, when you would briefly wake from your stupor and feel a set of eyes on you and a hand gingerly clutching your own.

It turned out, as he told you in the morning, that he had kept watch over you all night to make sure you didn’t get sick. You felt bad when you saw the dark circles under his eyes, but he reassured you with that familiar soft smile that he didn’t mind. Breakfast quickly distracted you, and as you sat on the couch with a steaming mug of caffeine you recalled the blanket, and tried to figure out where you’d smelled its scent before. (It isn’t until you get home that you realize it smells like the exact brand of air freshener you love so much.)

The notes at your door don’t stop - in fact, they intensify. Gushing paragraphs about how good you smell, or how sweet you look while you sleep - and it starts to weigh harder on your mind that someone is watching you, and they have no intentions of stopping.

The only solace in your paranoia is your job and your regulars, and Aster’s gentle smile as he lets you rant about your anxieties. Somehow it never really crosses your mind that he seems a bit too attached to you for comfort, nor that he seems oddly cold to drunken patrons that try to flirt their way into getting a free drink from you. Time passes, and some of your rowdier or ruder customers stop coming altogether - and once you catch Aster with a smear of blood across the front of his white tank top. He just laughs and tells you it’s nothing to worry your sweet little head about, that he must have cut himself shaving a little too hard and got it all over his shirt that morning. You worry, and you wonder - but he’s always sure to redirect, asking about your day and what plans you have for the weekend.

When you moved away from your hometown, you had no idea you would have to deal with half of the issues that arise. Yet somehow you persevere, and a certain pair of indigo irises always seems to make it just a little more bearable.

#she muses #yandere x gn reader #male yandere #tw: gaslighting #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: yandere #tw: emotional manipulation #tw: stalking #dead dove do not eat #tw: drugs #tw: drugging #ocs #tw: implied violence #tw: implied death #minors dni #blank blogs dni #ageless blogs dni

[justmeinadaze]

Unattainable Part VI (Eddie X Theater Girl)

Ok! So begins the smut! This actually hit a cord with me because I can not tell you how many times in the past I tried to be intimate with a someone and I heard my moms voice in my head degrading me. I wish I had had an Eddie to be patient with me <3

Warnings: Theater girl has an internal struggle regarding her trauma. Lots of anxieties this one. Adorable, concerned Eddie. Smoking. Fingering (F receiving).

Word Count: 1703

“Do you want to smoke with me before we eat and watch the movie?” Eddie asks clanging his little black metal lunch box shut. 

“Sure. It’s been a while so you’re going to have to be patient with me.” His eyes narrow playfully in my directly as he sits back down on the bed and rolls the joint. 

“Look at you.” He says in a high pitch voice. “Miss actress, all As over here smokes to. My lady, you never fail to surprise me. Who do you buy from because I know it’s not me.”

Dramatically, I reach up, grasping my chest in fake shock. “My knight in shining armor! You don’t already know? I thought you were following me around?”

“Yeah, yeah. Obviously, not that closely.”

I let out a slightly breathy giggle. “It’s seriously been a while. I’ve never actually bought any for myself. The theater kids are kind of a rowdy bunch after a good performance. We used to all hang out and smoke but this past year usually I just go home after the show is over.”

Eddie passes the joint to me lighting the end as I inhale. “Why is that?” He asks. I pass it back to him and lay back resting my head on his pillow. I look up at him, patting beside me motioning for him to lay. He crawls up the bed, pausing to open the window a bit before he lays flat on his back next to me. 

“I don’t know. Junior year was a bit harder for me, maybe. My dad found out my stepmom was pregnant which made my mom upset. She started drinking more which means she was yelling more and being a bit more ruthless than normal. I guess I just didn’t want to have to pretend to be happy and social.”

I can feel him watching me as I talk so I turn my head to meet his gaze giving him a half smile. 

“That must have been extremely hard.” He finally says after a long pause. “I wish I had known or even had the guts to talk to you. Let you know you had someone in your corner.”

I rolled over, then, moving my body so I pressed against his side. Wrapping my arm around his waist I hugged him to me. Safe. You are safe here. My head is resting on his chest and I feel his hand come up play with my hair. We laid like that for a while just smoking and talking. He told me about his family, his dad, and how he ended up living with his uncle. I told him about my parents divorce and my dad leaving. After the joint burned out and the conversation subsided, we just laid there intertwined together. Is this happiness? I really like it. Please let me keep this.

“Are you hungry?” he quietly asks. “I’d make you something but it would probably kill you and I’ve grown kind of fond of you.”

Leaning up on my elbow, I smile against his lips as I kiss him. “I kind of like you to. I am starving actually.” 

“Good. Let’s order some fooooood!” Eddie shouts as he reaches for the phonebook. 

###############

We decided on some Chinese food and A Nightmare on Elm Street as our movie for the evening. 

“They are making a third one you know. Dokken is supposedly working on a song for it. I’m excited.” Eddie grins ecstatically as he reaches over to place his drink on the table beside his bed. He was currently lying flat on his back with one of his arms behind a pillow propping up his head. I was sitting on the other side of him with my back to the wall and my legs resting over his stomach. His other arm casually rested over them with his hand occasionally rubbing my socked foot or jeaned leg. While he was watching the movie, I was watching his hand. I could feel myself having an internal battle with that negative voice inside my head.

Why won’t his hand go higher? I really want it to. Maybe I should initiate first? Oh sure. Go ahead, slut. I’m not a slut. I care about Eddie a lot. So did our mother but dad left anyway didn’t he? He’s not like that but what if I’m like her. I’d die if I ever hurt him. You can’t help it. Never forget. YOU’RE the problem. NO, I’M NOT!

“Do you want to watch another one? Or if you want, I can take you home. It’s still early. Well for me anyway.”, he chuckles. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize the movie had ended and Eddie’s attention was now focused solely on me. 

“Can we try something?” My question comes out a bit more forcibly than I meant it to. 

“Yes?” he responds cautiously his eyes scanning me with concern.

Pulling my legs up, I turn around so we’re side by side with my back flat against the mattress. I reach over and grab his arm pulling him up slightly so he’s resting on his other elbow, face looking down at mine. Using both my hands I pull him down towards me pressing my lips to his. He’s thrown off a bit but he slowly starts responding to my kisses. I open my mouth slightly inviting his tongue entry and he obliges. His free hand glides down till it’s resting on my lower back twisting waist to meet his. My entire body is tingling with excited energy but I notice quickly that my head is silent. You’re safe here.

Removing my hands from his face, I reach for the firm hand on my back and delicately rest his fingers on the top button of my blue jeans. His lips pull away, his face inches from mine. Eddie quickly scans my face again. “Can we, um, try something?” My tone is much lower but slightly more breathy. 

Eddie doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, he looks down at my hips as he unbuttons my jeans, pulling down the zipper as well. His hand comes down to rest on my stomach just above my panty line. His eyes look up to meet mine and I can see they a mixed with a combination of concern for me and pleasure of the moment. 

“If at ANY time you want me to stop just say the word…”

I stare into his soft brown eyes as I reach for the top of his hand on my stomach and guide it between my legs. The first initial touch of his fingers makes my breathing uneven. I gently push them between the folds brushing them against my clit. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, and moan. Immediately, I feel his warm breath on my neck as he starts tenderly sucking leaving a trail along my skin. 

I slide my hand from his and glide up his arm till it’s on his cheek again pulling him to my lips. His own makes slow circles around my bud still slightly testing the waters. I start moving my hips against his finger as I moan against his lips hoping that’s enough of a signal to let him know I’m ok. Eddie gets the message, sliding his middle finger towards my entrance pushing all the way in. 

I gasp in pleasure at the feeling. “Oh my god, Eddie.”, turning my head into the nook between his neck and shoulder. 

He nudges my head delicately with his shoulder out of its resting place. His mouth makes its way up my cheek, hovering just above my lips. “Yeah? Does it feel good?”

“Yes” I hum leaning in to catch his lips with mine.

Eddie pulls away from me slightly and smiles. “Good. I want you to feel good,” he slides another finger in me and begins pumping them into my cunt at a faster pace. “You deserve to feel good.”

Feeling myself about to reach the breaking point, I close my eyes, reaching up to grab the lower half of his arm.

I feel his forehead press to mine. “Hey”, he whispers,” Look at me.” I slowly flutter them open to met with his own. He shifts a little more on his side and adjusts his arm so it’s no longer bent at the elbow. His palm points downward causing his fingers to pump deeper into me. He maneuvers with purpose, thrusting them into me as quickly as he can. 

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me.” 

I feel the coil snap as I fall over the edge. I reach down between my legs over my jean and grab his hand as he continues fingering me through my orgasm. My body trembles as I move up to grab his wrist. 

“Ok. Ok. Please.” 

My eyes squeeze shut as I lean back on his pillow trying to catch my breath. Eddie’s removes his hand and I hear the zipper on my jeans being pulled up. After he tenderly buttons them closed, I feel his hand slide up my body till it’s resting on my cheek. His thumb runs along my bottom lip. When I open my eyes, I see him peering down at me with that adorable smirk. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I playfully push his shoulder and smile up at him. “Stop. You’re going to make me throw up.”

His grin gets wider as lays flat on his side facing me. His right arm slides behind my neck and he slings his left over my stomach. He pulls my body to his till his nose meets my cheek. 

“I’m serious.”, Eddie whispers, “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful than you already are but then I watched you cum just now.” My head turns to face his as he continues. “The way you moan. The way your body moves. Even the way you say my name. Damn.” He lets out a soft moan of his own.

I roll over and wrap my arms under his. “Thank you. For being so patient with me.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Safe. You. Are. Safe. 

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[b-ritney]

I Need You Tonight'

I still fully believe I will be a rockstar one day.

Rockstar Reader x Rockstar Eddie FLUFF but still a little skanky.

Here's an imagine of Eddie falling in love with a rock star who is actually really cute and shy off-stage but is still a BADASS don't even TRIP Reader uses female pronouns

PLEASE LEAVE RECS FOR PART 2 IN THE COMMENTS I'M HAVING SEVERE WRITER'S BLOCK.

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You burst onto the stage like a ball of light, you were dressed to the nines in leather and metal studs and every person in the joint was looking at you. Your green eyes seemed to shimmer along with the glitter that covered you from head to toe, you really did sparkle under the lights. Eddie watched from the bar as you shred one of your many guitars being handed to you by your technician. This one was neon pink with black details, it too had glitter mixed in the finish and looked like you had designed it yourself, with your autograph etched in the bottom corner. You were jumping and dancing and pulling off all your tricks flawlessly as Corroded Coffin was going over their set list for the night. Although Eddie was having trouble concentrating, his mind was conjuring up the dirtiest things, watching as you theatrically fell to your knees and rolled onto your back, still playing the song, his tongue almost fell from the confines of his mouth when you pushed yourself to the edge of the stage and held your mouth open while some guy poured beer down your throat. Your smile lit up the HideOut like the house lights, your talent was incredibly intimidating, and to top it all off, you were fucking gorgeous. They finished their line up, as your band bowed and ran off stage. The crowd was going insane, demanding an encore, At this point everyone in the building including Eddie had their eyes glued to the stage patiently waiting for the explosive return, but after a full 2 minutes, nothing happened. Suddenly the lights went down, a single spotlight landed center stage, the crowd began to chatter again; but erupted when a pair of cowgirl boots approached the circle. Then the sound of a lone guitar filled the heavy air, playing I Need You Tonight, by ZZ Top. The light panned up showing your smooth, shimmering legs, they went on for days leading Eddie to believe you might not be wearing anything at all; but then your encore ensemble came fully into view, black, leather boy shorts and a pyramid-studded bralette. Your arms were adorned with black fishnets and studded bracelets. "Close your mouth dumbass." Gareth teased, Eddie immediately tried to play it off like you weren't affecting him but he couldn't exactly hide the way you made him feel. You continued your strut down the catwalk when the rest of the band came in to accompany you, "Give it up for your favorite down girl y/n!! Today is her 18th birthday!" the lead singer shouted into the mic, Oh thank GOD Eddie thought. The singer ran up and put a tiara on your head causing you to blush and turn away from the crowd. You finished the seductive song and played one more party tune to close out your set, you bowed and jogged off stage. By this time Corroded Coffin was getting ready to come on, Eddie's Sweetheart was strapped around his neck as he tuned it to perfection, his head snapped up as he heard the gang of rowdy metal heads get closer to the corridor. He could only stare watching you laugh and carry on, riding on the drummer's back all the way to the VIP guest room. Something about seeing you so happy made his chest ache with fondness.

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Eddie was so invested in the show, he hardly noticed when you and your band came to sit in the wings to watch their performance. You had switched your boots for white socks and high tops and put a sweatshirt over your previously almost bare body. You sat cross-legged, attentively on top of a stage box, your tiara crooked on your head, you looked so adorable it made him weak. Eddie put on his best show, ripping through a solo that charmed you like a spell. When he noticed he had your attention he kept eye contact with you, he mouthed "Hi," and you kicked your feet out and giggled saying hi back. He smiled, "happy birthday" he mouthed again. You looked down at the floor before fixing the crown on your head, "thank you," you blew him a kiss, as he turned away to engage with the screaming fans... your pulse was racing, your drummer playfully nudging your thigh, "Seriously? Out of everyone, you make goo-goo eyes at a rival guitarist?"

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Part 2?

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[makos-hotbox]

SMALL FONT VER.

.! 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 !.

— “ Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches, “

— “ I slam in the back of my Dragula! “

It was late at night, snow slowly falling from above as you all sat on the porch of your house. Everyone had decided to come over for a few days before you would all be deployed again. You sat on the upper step, Soap to your right as well. He was coughing up a lung from his recent hit of smoke. Rodolfo was on the lower step, staring up at Soap with an annoyed expression.

Behind you, Ghost and Alejandro took up the only chairs set out on the porch. Alejandro had left the session quickly, and Ghost didn’t want to join in the first place. It was a peaceful night for you all.

Alejandro and you had made dinner for everyone, where no scraps were left behind. Then you all watched a bunch of new movies that had come out while having a few drinks. Then Soap had brought up the amazing idea to roll up a joint for you all, in which everyone agreed. Minus Ghost who said he would rather babysit, since you and Soap are known to get rowdy with each other.

“Soap enough with the coughing, you’re wasting smoke.” You whisper-lectured the man, wacking his arm and yanking the joint out of his hands. He could only laugh as he bent over to continue coughing. Taking a few more puffs of smoke, you then passed the joint to Rodolfo to finish off.

The five of you sat in silence for a few minutes, music playing from the speaker next to Alejandro. You shuffled from sitting on the step to sitting by Ghost, leaning your back against his legs. Soap and Rudy began to try and bicker with each other out of nowhere. Something about how loud Soap’s phone was when he watched videos.

Shaking your head, you stood up from your spot on the ground. Ghost watching your every move through his mask. He stiffed up slightly when you decided to move behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Everyone on the team knew you two were together, it was really no secret. Ghost was still a bit weary about the public affection though. He wasn't used to getting all cuddly and lovey dovey in front of his friends, but he usually relaxed just as quickly as he became uncomfortable. Ghost also knows how clingy and flirty you get when you’re high. While he would prefer for it to be in private, he didn’t have the heart to tell you to bat off… yet.

Ghost noticed you push your face closer towards him. “You are so fucking warm…” you hummed, the cold weather was bothering you and your boyfriend was the perfect heater. He rolled his eyes and continued his conversation with Alejandro about who knows what. You didn’t care, you were focused on him.

Soap and Rudy jumped up from the steps of the porch and sprinted onto the lawn. Rudy chased after the Scottsman, tackling him onto the ground with a loud thud. With a loud sigh, Alejandro stood up like a tired mother and walked over to the scene, trying to break it up. You and Ghost stayed behind since you didn’t bother to move. “Your shoulders are so big…” You whispered into Ghost’s ear, squeezing his shoulders lightly to fuck with him.

He gave you a blank side-eye at that comment, causing you to laugh. You knew he hated it when you teased him, and you loved to do it. “And you’re so handsome, you look badass in your mask Simon.” You dragged on with your corny comments, Ghost completely uninterested in them.

Alejandro was still trying to detach the baked Rodolfo and Soap from each other, but now Ghost had to detach you from him. Comment after comment, Ghost couldn’t tell if he should be flustered or annoyed, but it was driving him insane. You pressed yourself up close to his side with a cheeky grin. Before you could make yet another comment, Ghost groaned loudly. “Fucking hell Y/n!” He threw his head back annoyed, but under his mask a smile was creeping up on his lips.

Ghost stood up from the chair quickly, your hand falling off of his shoulders. He was escaping and you couldn't catch him as he went to assist Alejandro instead. Laughter leaving your lips as you fell to your knees on the edge of the porch, dramatically reaching your arm out for the soldier. “No! Come back to me baby, I’m sorry! You’re just too damn fine!” You begged over your laughter. Being ignored by Ghost as he tugged the back of Soap’s shirt.

The Scottsman was yelling loudly, trying to escape Ghost’s grasp. “Yeah! Listen to Y/n! Go back to your lover and let me rip this man apart! He called my cat ugly!”

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