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dior-roses · 4 months

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obsession, auston matthews

ꨄ︎ pairing: stepbro!auston matthews x reader

ꨄ︎ summary: he's a man obsessed, his mind replays any and every interaction he's had the honor to have with you. because let's face it, in his mind, you are more than just his step-sister, you are a goddess in his eyes. and who is he to not steal something for his earnings?

ꨄ︎ requested: yes/no

ꨄ︎ warnings: obsessive behavior, kind of dark(?), mentions of smut (like barely any, in my eyes), stepcest (do not condone, in fact, am highly against it), auston's lowkey got a god complex, a hint of reader being innocent, implied age gap (reader is 18!)

ꨄ︎ author's note: it's been so long since i've written anything and im so insecure in this so please love it! (give me validation). a self indulgent auston blurb (?) that came to mind when i saw this slutty little edit of him. please forgive me for any grammar mistakes to typos, for i wrote this while i was saying hello to my friend mary jane. much love to every one of you who decides to read this mess of a story, and shall we meet again!🤍

he should've felt disgusted with himself. his skin should be crawling with his current demeanor. the hairs in the back of his neck should be standing up straight when the idea briefed over his mind during the excruciating quiet family dinner that your parents force you guys to have nightly.

but he wasn't.

in fact, he was quite proud of himself, with how far he's gotten into this 'plan' of his. here he was, in the midst of the day while you were at school, attending your one out of only three classes you had to attend your senior year, standing in the middle of your bedroom.

he had taken the afternoon off, canceling his strength training, his excuse being that he was sick. along with his place of employment he texted you, the one thing that had been occupying his mind ever since he laid eyes on you. your parents having you guys meet, thus starting his obsession.

to their shock, neither of you were angry when your father announced that they had eloped. both of you sat across from the newly weds in a low light restaurant, with pristine christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling. a little annoyed, maybe; at least you were. you never got the chance to ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal. but from what you could see, he was perfectly contempt with the major life change.

he shifts in your room, walking backwards until the back of his calfs hit the edge of you bed, causing him to plop down harshly with an anticipated huff. your pure vanilla sent traveled to his nostrils, and himself becoming encapsulated with only you. his hands laid stoic along the tops of his thighs, even though he wanted nothing more than to palm himself through his pants. he was already half hard, just by your scent.

his eyes lingered to your nightstand, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips at just how perfectly girly it was. a picture of you laughing with your friends in your camp counselor shirt from the past summer, your forgotten airpods, which he thought about how irritated you were when you figured that out, a small pout on your lips. god, he wanted nothing more than to feel yours against his.

he would be happy if it was just on his cheek, as a thankful gesture.

as he admired your dimples through the glass of the picture frame, he could help but let curiosity get the best of him. that's how he got here in the first place, right? his eyes trailed down to the drawer that was painted a darker color than the rest of the dresser, to perfectly match the rest of your room.

he hoped one day he could see if your room truly matched you– light perfectly balanced with dark. he already knew the light part was too good to be true, with your big eyes that light up at the sight of him, but only enough that he would notice. the way you blush if he gets too close to you, not that he creeps you out or anything, but the fact that it was a man besides your dad that was this close to you. even if it was your step brother.

you didn't know why you felt this way around auston, you didn't know what made him different from any other boy you thought was pretty. bust auston was so, so, pretty that you couldn't help but redirect your eyes to your shoes when he caught your burning gaze. your skin burned from what seemed like hour from when he would place his hands on your waist to 'move you out of the way'. and it had only grown with time, with how nice he is to you and the names he calls you that he doesn't seem to do with anyone else. 'princess', 'baby', or even 'doll' when he's showing you how to swing a golf club, on those rare, rare, days when he could finally persuade you to come with him to the country club just down the street. he even bought you your own little golf girl outfit, all baby pink and white, to perfectly match the picture of you he has implemented into his mind.

and you had thought you were going to look ridiculous, and you did, until you saw the way he looked at you as you walked down stairs where he was waiting for you. a certain glint was in his eyes the entire day, and you couldn't help but squirm in the passengers seat as he was driving. trying to descreetly press your thighs together to at least try to ease the pressure and throbbing that was happening down there. you didn't know what caused the throbbing but it was so strange and unfamiliar that you couldn't help but sniffle lightly, suppressing a whine at how uncomfortable you felt. but you didn't completely hate it. especially not when auston was right next to you, his large frame blocking the street lights that passed by through his window, his side profile creating the perfect tattoo of a shadow on your face, one that you didn't want to go away.

of course he had noticed his little girl writhing around in the passenger seat of his car. her soft thighs pressing against each other, all supple and smooth from imperfections. he needed to be suffocated by them, the image he wanted to die from was your shaking body from all the pleasure he was causing you, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as he sucked you clit in between his full lips.

he had completely forgotten he was in heaven, (your room), when he felt the pulse from his balls that he was about the cum, all from the thoughts of your innocence and his hand that found his hard on cock through his sweatpants. he didn't want to do that yet, not without the one thing that caused him to be here in the first place.

the most obvious place would be the dresser, so he head towards that area of your room, placed right next to your closet. and surprise, surprise! the top drawer just happened to be your underwear drawer. all filed with pale colored bras and panties, not that they were old, but because those were the colors you loved; all muted and quiet, instead of vibrant and loud. you was shocked you had some lace and he would've gone for those, but that's not what he was going for.

his mind craved something less out there and more reserved. something that he had seen tossed in the washer with his colored laundry load, a pair of your painted that were red with white little hearts scattered across the cotton material. a throaty groan came from his as he felt his cock twitch, being retrained by the boxers and pants he wore.

he could only imagine your ass being perfect covered in white little hearts, or even getting a glimpse of them as you sit down next to him on the couch in the living room after a long day at school. your school uniform only urging on his obsession– a short little navy blue pleaded skirt with thigh high socks, and the cutest little best he had ever seen. the way the thick knitted wool spread across the curves of your breasts.

god, he was nothing but a man obsessed.

#auston matthews #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey #dark aesthetic #stepbro!auston #auston matthews smut #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fic #fanfic #romance #hockey boys #jack hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #ethan edwards #luke hughes #mark estapa

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cozage · 1 year

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Hiii, I recently discovered your blog and I am obsessed with your writing style! This is my first ask ever lol so hopefully I do it right. Can I request the reader doing small acts of service (ie. frequently baking sweets for him, gives him hand massages, and etc) for Sanji because our love cook is so attentive to everyone and I just want to pamper him sometimes! He deserves it.

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for the ask, I’m honored to be your first one! You did it perfectly :) I absolutely must plug my other one shot I just wrote, Made for Two, if you want some sweet Sanji fluffiness and haven’t read it yet!!! But here’s a sweet little head canon list for him

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: Just sweet sweet fluff

Total word count: 500

Pampering the Prince

First off, it’s HARD to pamper him. Sanji is the kind of guy who refuses any kind of acts of service because he doesn’t want you to inconvenience yourself.

Hand massages are a must (just like you said), but Sanji only lets you do it when he’s super super tired and when you're both in bed. Very very rarely, he’ll even lay on his stomach and let you massage his shoulders and back, allowing you to work the knots out of his tense muscles.

You love to put essential oils in the diffuser for your room. Lavender is his favorite, so you always put it in about an hour before you know he’s coming to bed so he can fall asleep easily.

When you know he has an early morning, you’ll get the coffee pot ready the night before so all he has to do is turn the switch on. He doesn’t drink coffee normally, but on the long days he’ll usually have a cup. You’ll get up with him in the morning and drink coffee with him just so you guys have a bit of quiet time to yourselves before he sends you back to bed while he starts the long day.

Whenever the Sunny is in port, Sanji is pretty focused on stocking up on food for the crew, so you always do the essential shopping for him. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste. You always throw in a new shirt or some sunglasses you think he’d like too. He’s really particular about his hair products, but you always get it right.

Sanji is definitely a quality time kind of guy as well, so the best thing you can do is just sit with him in the kitchen while he cooks. You talk about your life and offer up your hopes and dreams to him, and he listens every day, no matter how long you talk. He loves the sound of your voice, it’s like a melody to him.

You know how particular he is about his kitchen, so you don’t really cook alone in the kitchen, BUT you always ask to cook with him. Sometimes it's helping him cook dinner for everyone, but you both really like the times where you just make a small little dessert and then hide away in the kitchen, sharing it quietly without telling anyone what you’ve made.

You love to make little drawings for him and leave little notes around the kitchen for him. He’ll open the fridge to find “I love you!” on the milk carton. He’ll pull out a pan and find a sticky note that says “All blue? No, I’m all for you!” Just silly quirky notes that make him smile. He saves every single one that he finds.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #✧˚sanji✧˚

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greytongue · 8 months

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Hi! I really like your fics, so I will be glad if you write for me!

Leon x f!reader please

Let's say that f!reader doesn't like the taste of mint, but since Leon chews gum (we know that this guy offered Luis gum instead of cigarettes in re4) with the taste of mint and kisses with him always have a mint taste. Eventually, the reader starts chewing mint gum because he misses Leon while he is away. Leon should definitely tease reader a little about this when he gets back

hi!!! tysm, you’re the first person to request something from me and i am so honored!!!! hope you like this one <333

minty fresh

cw/themes: leon is obsessed with gum. reader hates it. no smut. yall kiss. he steals your gum.

leon is a chronic gum chewer, always has been. the day you met him, he was working on a piece in between his molars and when you two actually got around to talking, you could smell the freshness of the mint on his breath. it wasn’t too intense, but it was there.

he chews gum pretty often. most days you’ll see him with a piece in his mouth, especially when he’s stressed.

now, you weren’t very fond of the flavor yourself. but you thought that his little habit was cute. especially when his jaw and temples flexed when he did do it.

he would definitely offer you a piece if you were around. you always politely declined, mentioning that you didn’t really like the flavor. he shrugged his shoulders, mumbling a “suit yourself.” before placing the strip onto his tongue and flicking it into his mouth. you were quick to turn away so he couldn’t tell by your expression that little trick he always did made you feel a certain way.

you began to associate the type of gum with him. if you saw the brand in stores or commercials, it’d make you think of leon. sometimes you’d buy a pack and leave it where you know he’d find it. he’d always seek you out to thank you, sometimes giving you a gift in return.

you’d been around his mint gum so much that when your mutual feelings were established and the both of you were involved with each other, kissing wasn’t a problem, really. leon ventured out into trying other brands so the flavor wasn’t as strong. but in all honestly, you’d grown fond of how fresh he always tasted. one time he left the gum in his mouth during a make out session, and you thoroughly shocked him by taking the piece into your mouth to have for yourself. he was turned on, to say the least.

it sucked when he left for missions and assignments. you missed him, missed knowing you weren’t the only one in the house. going to the grocery store and buying things you know he likes. knowing he was at least in the same city as you.

it was embarrassing admitting it to yourself, but… you missed how he tasted. you missed the damn gum. your hands gripped the handle of the shopping cart, staring at that certain gum. leon’s favorite. you bit at your lip in deep thought. he had been gone a month and you hadn’t heard much from him, it was getting unbearable. you caved, grabbing the packet and throwing it into the cart.

you fell asleep that night on his side of the bed, one of his shirts in place of the usually pillow case, and a piece of gum that you had passed out with in your mouth. little did you know, leon would be arriving home.

it was late, bordering on 4am when he entered the bedroom, jet lagged out of his mind until he saw the scene before him. dropping his bags, he gently made his way over to his side of the bed where you laid, smiling when he saw the shirt.

“hey there,” he slowly sat by you, carefully taking his hand to brush the hair out of your face and you began to stir.

that’s when he saw it, partly smelled it, on the bedside stable. his brows furrowed as he looked back at your face, glazed over with sleepiness. you rubbed at your eyes and began to yawn. that’s all he needed to confirm his suspicions. he saw a glob of white loosely placed on your tongue.

‘is that…?’ he had a thought.

you gazed up, eyes adjusting before registering that it was him. your leon, in front of you.

“le-“ your eyes widened, about to say something, he was quicker.

“open your mouth for me.” he whispered softly, one of his hands gripped the sheets and the other cupped your jaw, thumb bringing your chin down to part your lips slightly. the blond man immediately leant down to capture your lips in a kiss, humming at the freshness your mouth provided. it was different coming from you. you sighed into it, arms lazily sprawling over his broad shoulders, hands gripping over his shoulder blades as an attempt to ground yourself.

your lips moved in sync, sides of your noses brushing up against each other. his thumb came back, nudging in between your mouths. not allowing the intrusion to stop the motion, the pad of it gently nudged your lips to part more and his tongue invaded in, dipping to scoop up the gummy substance into his mouth, finishing the kiss off with one more press of his plush lips to yours before pulling away.

you inhaled deeply for air, on the borderline of panting. your lids fluttered open and were greeted with a smug looking leon, chewing away at the piece of gum you previously had.

“missed me that bad, huh?” he teased, giving a wide grin as you rolled your eyes, covering your face.

“shut it, kennedy…”

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sebsbarnes · 3 months

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i a d o r e the way u write tan it’s just so akdkdkdkkfkfkf gawd

there’s this scenario that has been stuck in my head so i’d like to request a tan x reader where both r contract killers and they r both in a mission somewhere in the south of italy or france during summer, and right after their mission they r in an empty beach and it’s sunny and warm and reader suggests swimming but tan is like miss girl what if they catch up to us or whatever like he’s a lil hesitant cuz they aren’t that far away from the place where the mission took place idk?? but ends up accepting after seeing her stripping into her underwear and stepping into the water being all giggly and happy

and just them having fun and giggling and maybe heated make out sess 👁️ feel free to change anything or not write it if u can’t it’s completely fine <333

love u❤️

hii!! thank you omg! this idea is SO cute and dare i say i kinda am obsessed w what i wrote so thank you! so much love<3

sunlight || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

alt summary: though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.1k+

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"don't be ridiculous," tangerine paused, seeking to see if you were serious.

"does it seem like i'm joking? when do we get this?" you gestured with open arms.

tangerine sighed looking out at the water, it was tempting, like a siren singing his name. you took his silence as acceptance and grinned widely, turning to walk off the pavement and into the sand. he trailed behind you, watching you kick sand up and smile as the breeze took it away.

"we... we shouldn't stay too long, love," tangerine said uneasily, eyes wandering over the sleepy beach town, "they aren't that far away."

"tan," you laughed, kicking off your shoes, "those men are not coming for us okay? besides, they'd never think we would be stupid enough to stop for a swim just two blocks away from where we just kicked their asses."

his shoulders relaxed slightly realizing that what you said was true. you on the other hand were taking full advantage of the beach, you unbuttoned your pants and wiggled your hips to move them off your body. tangerine's eyes quickly darted away as you stood in your shirt and underwear. he leaned down, slid off his dress shoes, and tucked his socks neatly inside. when he stood up he was hit in the face with your shirt. tangerine removed the shirt from his face and gave you a pointed look and you gave him a teasing smile back.

he couldn't help his eyes wander down your body. the contours and curves of your skin on full display in your bra and underwear. he was grateful the sun was still minutes from breaking the horizon to hide his red face. you walked into the water gasping at the coldness on your ankles and tangerine opted to observe from the shoreline.

in that moment he swore he'd never seen a sight more beautiful. the sun peeked over the horizon casting an array of colors, signaling a new day. blushes of orange and pink danced up into the sky and faded into a light blue, the rays illuminated the water and he could see the mist from the colliding waves. the sun was bright and your body was merely a silhouette in the light. he watched the way your hair bounced as you jogged into the shallow water. you turned to face him and tangerine felt short of breath. even from the distance, he could see the hidden specks of color in the iris of your eyes as the sun hit the side of your face. the golden rays danced across your skin and the soft rolling waves lapped at your thighs.

tangerine was at a loss for words, enamored at your beauty which was being amplified by the light of a new day. he felt honored to be in the presence of such a marvel that it almost seemed unjust that it was only his eyes witnessing it. if he had a camera he would photograph the sight before him from every angle, sure to not miss even an inch of beauty. it would be a photograph worthy to be hung in a museum for millions to gaze at for years to come. they'd awe at the colors of the sky and murmur how beautiful dawn looked, but you, you were the show stopper that left everyone admiring your beauty and longed for the love the photographer had for you.

"tan!" he heard you giggle over the noise of seagulls flying past, "come on!"

tangerine inched forward so the waves brushed against his feet. he sighed, peering over his shoulder. there was no one in sight and even if the men from the job came running at him now with guns pointed to his head, he'd die happy knowing he had seen the most beautiful sight in the world. so, he unbuckled his belt and slipped his legs out of his pants. his fingers worked on the button of his shirt as he watched you dip your head backward to wet your hair. he tossed his shirt on top of his pants and walked into the water. tangerine crouched into the water next to you, your eyes closed, basking in the rising sun.

you felt the water ripple next to you and looked over at tangerine. his eyes were dancing across the horizon, the golden light glowing across his face. you could see the tiny brown freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and every individual eyelash from the light. tangerine turned toward you and his eyes were dauntingly beautiful in the rays. he ran a wet hand through his hair and his curls fell seemingly into place.

"you are absolutely breathtaking," his voice low as if the water told him to be quiet.

you tilted your chin down, slightly embarrassed. tangerine looked at you in anticipation, worried about his confession. you crouched down in the water to be level with him and grabbed his hand floating under the water.

"thank you, tan, and i hope you know how handsome you are," you grinned.

he shook his head lightly, known for being awful at taking compliments, "thank you, darling."

the two of you went quiet as your eyes danced over each other's faces. his eyes kept lingering over your lips and you took the silent cue to inch closer to his body. his arms snaked around your waist and your legs floated up to tangle around his body. the heat from the sun was nearly as hot as the nerves in your body. tangerine and you slowly started to close the space, noses bumping. his lips were slightly parted and ghosted over yours.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered, looking at you through his lashes.

your hand wandered to the back of his head, gently grabbing his curly hair and finally connecting your lips. it was soft, like the waves touching your skin. his lips tasted of sea salt and his facial hair tickled at your face. it was pure bliss and it made you dizzy as if you were seasick. tangerine pulled you closer to his body so your chests were pressed against one another. his hand cradled your face and your lower back with your arms draped over his shoulders. as the waves rolled in harder the kiss became more feverish like it was outrunning the light of dawn and you felt your lungs pleading for air. tangerine gently pulled away, your bottom lip between his teeth. he rested his forehead against yours and a tiny giggle bubbled up your chest.

"let's just stay here all day," tangerine whispered, his thumb brushing off droplets of water on your face.

tangerine would gladly sit here in the clear water till his fingers wrinkled and his skin toasted under the sun. he'd happily watch the colors of dawn fade and trade itself with the dark of night. though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms.

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vampiremillk · 1 year

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Boo, you really fucked up getting me into slasher movies bc now I'm in HEAT! Esp over Bo Sinclairrrrr 😩😫 I'd let that man use me in so many ways ong. Now it's your fault that I'm in your inbox at 4 am begging for headcanons on him with a s/o who has big boobs LMAO

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀COCOA PUFFS !⠀

PAIRING : bo sinclair &&. black female reader

WARNINGS &&. DETAILS : minors and blank blogs do not interact , nsfw , black coded , chubby/thick coded , best viewed in mobile dark mode , reader has tig ol’ bitties , reader is slightly shy , dirty talk , groping , profanity , rough sex , breeding , honorable mention of ass and thighs , tit slapping , tittyfuckin' , nipple pinching and biting , additional characters , bo is a dominant snowbunny <3

BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . I TOLD YOU you’d get obsessed ! bo is absolutely scrrrrrrumptious, AND he's southern. ugh you already know i wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest top ever

• BEING NICE AND LUSCIOUSLY BUSTY can be a gift and a curse; those who have large breasts know the struggle of how much of a burden they can sometimes become for your back. but fear not, bo sinclair is no stranger to offering to caress his fingers against the smooth melanin that painted your spine. he loved to lean in and leave little kisses upon the backside of your shoulders, too, as his thumbs massaged over every roll and stretch mark your body embraced, a seemingly mischievous but subtle lift at one corner of his mouth. “always usin' them knockers as an excuse. you sure it ain't just you not wantin' to admit that i'm the one who blew it out?” yes, expect many of his sly, vivacious remarks that often earn him a playful nudge to the chest.

• the “my eyes are up here” comment goes into one ear and out the other with him, so you might as well save it. maybe he’d try to hide the fact that he was staring directly at your cleavage when you two first meet and he was attempting to appear friendly enough to lure you into the traps of sinclair misdeeds, but ever since you became his and he added a ring to that pretty little finger, he did it shamelessly—and how could he not? god, the way they always spilled over the low-cut hemming of your tops and crammed against one another to create that narrow lineation between your tits that he loved so much—it drove him crazy. those blue eyes can’t help but tumble ever so slowly towards the space underneath your collarbone, and he finds such amusement in your flustered state whenever you catch those erotic glances as well.

• you know very well how to put on your bras all on your own, of course, but sometimes you’ll still ask for assistance just for the sake of feeling his touch graze your skin if he’s already inside the room while you’re getting dressed. he’s had his experiences with different women in the past before he met you, so, smug smirk and all, clipping it on for you expertly was no problem.

• he definitely teases you about the faint outline of your nipples that pop against the fabric of your shirt when you decide to go the day without a bra.

• he loves to feel you up from behind. whether it be during the days or nights you chose to cook at the stove, or whether it be as you both stood inside the shower together, you’ll always feel his arms slowly veil your waist and his teeth tug at your neck and earlobe, letting you know exactly what he wanted. his hands journey that familiar, raunchy pathway to deliciously grope your tits and roll the nipple between his index and thumb, chuckling when you gasped with speechless pleasure. it all comes at the most unexpected of moments, and even sometimes happens right in front of either one of his brothers, to whom he audaciously gifts a wink to as if to say 'i bet you wish you had somethin' like this, huh?'

• as good as he is at putting a bra on, is as good as he is at removing one. he enjoys watching how your breasts fall out as soon as his finger unclasps the final hook, as if they’d been waiting for him all day. sometimes he didn’t return home from the station until after midnight when you were already tangled within his sheets, but boy, as soon as you heard the soft creak of the front door opening downstairs, your heart started to tremble hearing those gradual footsteps pace towards the room, and his footsteps alone are what can spur you to become a needy mess in just a single snap of his heel kissing the floor; your pussy aching to squeeze herself around him, your nipples twisting themselves into stiff, pretty browns underneath your garment and ready to be fed to his tongue.

• he sucks your tits just as hard as he may inhale the smoke from a cigarette whenever he’s pissed or stressed, and those teeth never miss a chance to nibble at the center.

• being a man born and raised in louisiana, he preffered his women to be on the thicker side of things, and he liked them thick all around, meaning not only was he infatuated with your chest, but your ass and thighs were two bonuses. the bigger, the better, and in his opinion, what good was sex if there was nothing for him to grab a hold on as he dicked the absolute (s)creams out of a pretty broad? he may have been a skinny white boy, but you best believe he still knew how to handle a thick black woman in the bedroom. it was all a part of his natural charm, and if it was one thing a black woman loved in a man during sex, it was passionate aggression. luckily for you, bo enlightened you the very first day you two began romancing in that velvety, southern cadence, "hope you like aggressive, honey. mama always said it was a family trait.." and boy, did he make sure you found out about that.

• that being said, the headboard slamming against the wall is nothing in comparison to the “look at me when you fuckin’ take this cock” that growls from his tongue as his hips repeatedly snap against the back of your thighs when your calves begin rising towards the ceiling and resting atop his shoulders. failure to comply or shying away only results in him roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to do so, his other hand swinging back then forward to land a nice, stinging slap upon one of your tits, grabbing a handful of it after. “ah, don’t you go hidin’ on me now, baby. i wanna see the look in those eyes when i fill you and your fat tits up.” bo definitely has a mouth on him when it comes to sex. he does not give a single care whether vincent or lester can hear the both of you or not. he was the man of the house. he owned you. not them.

• he loves the full view he receives when you're on top driving your juicy cunt down the few veins of his shaft, the way your tits bounce and how heavy they are when his palms reach up and enwrap the pillowlike flesh into the curves of each knuckle. sometimes he’ll grab your hips or ass for balance and begin fucking his hips upwards, his pale thighs hitting the underside of your asscheeks in a ferocious CLAP CLAP CLAP just to watch those titties jump further within his face, his tongue hanging over his lip in attempt to playfully catch one of your nipples. your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull at that point, fucked so damn dumb that all you could summon were hiccups and stuttered bits and pieces of his name. “yeah, baby, that’s the shit i like to hear. keep singin’ for me.. tell me how good this dick feels.”

• if it's one place he loves being besides the warmth of your pussy after it's been stuffed with his messy seed, it’s balls deep between your tits. “look at ‘em fuckin’ puckerin’ for me..” he mutters in a sexdrunk tone, watching as your nipples hardened again when his fingers plucked and pinched at them. flat on your back and him straddling your stomach, obediently you spread your tits and let his cock slide within the oiled valley, closing them around it. he immediately hissed, grinding his hips slowly forward until his balls were pressed against the underside of your breasts. "shit, darlin'.." a breathy chuckle escapes his mouth, viewing as they almost covered him completely. "tits just fuckin' eat me up, don't they? fuckin' hell, woman, i can't get enough’a you."

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#he's absolutely 100% coo-coo for cocoa puffs #LMAOO i'm childish y'all i know #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair headcanons #black reader #x black reader #chubby reader #slasher x reader #slasher fucker #slashers #slashersimp$entral

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Hold My Hand: Part One

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Pilot!Reader

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A/N: I saw Top Gun: Maverick, and the only thing I can say is that my mind is completely blown. WOW. I don't know if I've seen a better movie, and that's saying something. Also, MILES TELLER WITH A MUSTACHE, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? Anyways, this fic was born out of my instant obsession with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/n) and Bradley share their last night before the mission together...

Warnings: mentions of death, extreme sadness, slight fluff, idk?

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

"hen" - your callsign

Tomorrow is the day. The day of the mission. The day they could lose everything. As (y/n) and Bradley walked out of the base to their car, silence filled the air. Normally, the couple would rarely shut up while around the other, but they knew the risks involved with the upcoming mission. The life they had built together was now in jeopardy.

Bradley gently intertwined his hand with (Y/n)'s over the middle console of his truck, knowing she needed something to pull her from her thoughts. After being married for two years, he knew how to get her out of her own head.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? You can choose and I won't even complain," he said with a smirk, turning to look at her briefly.

A small smile of her own painted her face, making his heart flutter. After all the years they'd spent together, she never failed to give him butterflies.

"No complaining?" she laughed, "I'll believe that when I see it, rooster."

His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, "I promise you, Mrs. Bradshaw. On my pilot's honor."

"Sure, sure."

"What are we having, though? Cause I'm starving."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as they pulled into their driveway. "You'll just have to wait and see."

With a small whine, he turned to see her getting out of the truck.

"(Y/n/n), come on. I'm serious."

"So am I," she whispered, leaning into the window before entering the house with a smile.

Watching her figure disappear into the house, he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her.

Four Years Ago

Walking into The Hard Deck for the first time, Bradley felt nostalgia wash over him. Memories of his dad played in his mind as he walked up to the bar. Wearing his signature Hawaiian shirt and aviators, he almost looked like a tourist.

"Did you lose your tour guide?" a voice said on his right.

He spun towards the voice. "Actually, I'm a-"

When he saw who the voice belonged to, the words got lost in his throat. A (y/h/c) girl in a beachy tank top and shorts, wearing some aviators of her own stood before him with a smirk on her face.

"You alright there, buddy? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, "It's just- well, you look like a tourist yourself."

A loud laugh escaped her mouth as she stuck her hand out. "(Y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Bradley Bradshaw, but everybody calls me ro-" he started but was interrupted by a shriek of joy calling his new friend's name. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes lit up at the sight of her old friend. Smiling even wider, she looked over to him, "I'll see you around, Bradshaw."

"See ya."

Watching her figure disappear into the crowd, he ran a hand down his face. 'Oh, I'm in trouble.' He whispered to himself.

The Next Day

"Recruits. Welcome to Top Gun. If you made it here, you're the best of the best. Here, you'll be tested to your limits and shown what you are truly capable of as pilots."

(Y/n) was seated at the back of the small room as the Captain gave them the rundown of the program. Looking around, she could almost smell the testosterone in the air. She was one of two female pilots in the class, so she knew what to expect. What she didn't expect, though, was the handsome mustache guy from the bar to be sitting a few rows in front of her. Things started to make sense in her mind as she connected his slight ego with being a hotshot pilot.

Since their encounter, she couldn't get his stupid smirk out of her mind. She had never been the kind to get caught up on a guy, but something about him intrigued her. 'You can't get distracted,' she told herself and focused back on the Captain's speech.

She sighed in relief, realizing he hadn't seen her at the end of the briefing. As soon as they were dismissed, she bolted out of the room, not staying to talk to anyone.

Walking out of the briefing room, Bradley saw a familiar head of (y/h/c) rush around the corner. He could've sworn it was the girl he met last night, but what were the chances she was here for Top Gun too?

Leaning over to the recruit next to him, callsign "Payback," he asked, "Who's the (y/h/c) who dipped before everyone else?"

He looked around. "It was probably Hen."

"Hen?" Rooster asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's her callsign. I don't know her personally, but all I know is that she's the best of the best."

Chuckling, Bradley laughed at the chance he had a crush on a girl with the callsign "Hen."

Later that day, the class met up at The Hard Deck. The second Hen walked in, Bradshaw pushed off the wall he had been leaning on, intercepting her at the pool table.

"Hey there, Hen." He smiled cockily.

She returned the smile, "It's Rooster, right Your callsign?"

"Yes ma'am. Rooster and Hen. Isn't that somethin?"

Payback overheard the conversation, laughing loudly. "You know what that means! You two have to get together now!"

With a playful scowl, she turned towards him. "Remember, I can easily shoot you out of the sky, Fitch."

"Very funny, Hen. I can do the same."

Rooster joined the conversation with a laugh. "Can you, though? I've heard she's the best of the best."

Payback's face falls. "Damn it, Rooster."

Gently putting his hand on the small of her back, Bradley ushered them towards the bar, getting two drinks for them. Little did he know, his touch had sent goosebumps across her body.

"So, why Hen?" He asked, looking down into her (y/e/c) eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, taking a sip of beer. "Well, I grew up on a farm, and it was my childhood nickname, so it just stuck. Why Rooster?"

Something flashed in his eyes at the question, but she couldn't decipher what. "My dad was a Navy pilot too. His callsign was Goose. He died in combat when I was really young. I guess Rooster is pretty close to Goose."

"I think it's pretty darn close."

He chuckled slightly. "Look at us. We're practically half a barnyard between the two of us."

Laughter filled the space between them. When it faded out, they were merely a few inches apart, eyes meeting expectantly. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as both started to lean in slowly. Just as their lips were about to meet, Penny rang the bell behind the counter causing cheers erupting around them. Pulling apart, Rooster smiled, closing his eyes and letting out a huff of air. Opening them, he saw (y/n) was doing the same.

Present Day

(Y/n) was cooking with her AirPods in, so she didn't hear Bradley sneak up on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, making her jump slightly. Pausing her music, she peered up at him.

"Bradley Bradshaw! Don't you scare me like that!" She scolded him with a smirk.

Kissing her on the temple, he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to hold ya."

Her smile faded. "We need to talk about it. I can't just act like it's not happening."

"I know."

Sighing, he softly grabbed her hand and led her into their bedroom. He sat against the headboard, tucking her close into his side.

"I'm scared, Brad," she sniffed, wiping a few stray tears that streaked down her cheeks.

"Me too." he paused, trying to keep his composure. "I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of losing you. You're my whole life and I know I couldn't live without you."

The quiver in his voice didn't go unnoticed. She cupped his cheeks gently. "You know I feel the same way. There's no Rooster without his Hen, huh?"

A small smile graced his lips as tears spilled over his waterline. "I love you more than anything, Hen."

"I love you more, Roost."

The couple embraced tightly, sobs escaping both of them. The family they might never start flashed in his mind. The birthday parties and family vacations they might not have.

After a while, they pulled apart, eyes red and puffy, (y/n) breaking the silence. "We're going to make it through this, but if something goes wrong and I don't, I-"

"No. Don't. Don't say that." he pleaded.

The tears made their appearance once again. "I-if something happens to me," he shook his head, refusing to listen to her confession. "I left a letter in the glove compartment of your truck...I pray you never have to open it, but just in case, I wanted you to know."

"You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"Can you just hold me? I just want to stay right here, right now with you."

Smiling tearfully, he rubbed his hand down her arm. "Always."

She leaned up and kissed him softly, snuggling into his side as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing them as close as possible. Within minutes, (y/n) had fallen asleep on Bradley's chest. He leaned down and kissed her temple.

"I love you, Hen. Goodnight, sweetheart. We're going to be okay."

Part Two

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Thank you hotd fam for making me feel like a million bucks— it’s also so freeing and fun to be confident and open about this to ppl in my personal life. I told my aa sponsor and she was like YES GIRL! What a queen. Next up for HOTD I’m gonna try to get into the obsessive Criston hcs but I am a busy bitch

Anyways this nasty shit has been sitting in my drafts TOO DAMN LONG. I have so many Bucky blurbs if anyone is into those— they’re already written. BUT in honor of going to an all day Catholic event tomorrow I’m going to try to get excommunicated by posting this. Ladies and gents and fancy folx I bring you: ✝️beefy priest bucky✝️

Noble and Chaste

“Lust; disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure.” -Catechism of the Catholic Church

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Rough oral (m!receiving), priest kink, LOTS OF SACRILEGE, teasing, confession booth, manipulation, age difference, dom!bucky, priest!bucky, BEEFCAKE BUCK, reader is of age, degradation, dirty talk, deep throating, f!masturbation, smuttysmutsmut

1977

St. Maria Goretti Boarding School. Also known as where parents send their daughters who are whores or have a temperance issue. Or both, just like you. Your parents sent you up the east coast to this place in upstate New York. It was down the road from an asylum. You felt that was a planned threat.

You placed your new record onto the player. It was the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever. You loved disco so much. Back in New York you’d gone to some clubs and partied all night long to their songs. Now you were here surrounded by idiots and dusty nuns. At least the priest was funny. You had a year left, this being your senior year. You could pretend to be normal and get back into your parents good graces before fucking off to college and being free again.

For now you smoked out of the window, singing to the along to ‘Night Fever’. Wanda whined from her bed, “No smokingggg, Sister Agatha will whip us again.” You rolled your eyes and snickered, “You want one or not Maximoff?” She groaned and joined you on the windowsill, lighting up.

The girl was accused by her parents of being into ‘witchcraft’. In reality she just liked crystals and horoscopes. She took a drag and spoke on the exhale, “Did you hear about the assistant priest coming to train under Father Dugan?” You whinged, “He better be hot this time. The one two years ago was a square.”

Wanda gasped, “Girl! He’s a man of the cloth.”

The pair of you devolved into giggles, bumping shoulders affectionately. You spent the afternoon gossiping and planning on how one would seduce the young priest.

You ended up wearing your skirt from freshman year. You’d grown since then, leaving little to the imagination. Of course you had your thick white tights on underneath. If your button popped loose on your shirt during the nightly meeting, everyone would be too prudish to say anything until afterward. Wanda dolled you up with the little makeup the pair of you had smuggled.

The nightly meetings were a bore. It was run by Father Dugan. They were a time for the ladies to share about a topic and learn how to deal with it more ‘christ-like’. Sometimes you’d just start laughing uncontrollably to Sister Agatha’s chagrin. You strolled in, last in line of the senior girls. There was about twelve of you, filling the chairs. Sister Agatha watched like a hawk from the back of the small room.

Father Dugan walked in with the new priest. A collective low burble of noises broke out amongst the ladies. You whispered to Wanda, “Fuck— he’s like sex on legs.” Dugan smiled knowingly but you focused in on the new one. He was powerfully built, all wide shoulders and huge arms. The priest had brown hair to his neck and the prettiest lips. His angel face and baby blues didn’t quite match up with being sturdy as a brick shithouse.

He introduced himself softly, “Hello, I’m Father Barnes. I’ll be helping Father Dugan here until I’m assigned to my first parish. I can’t wait to get to know you lovely ladies of the Lord.”

You lowly groaned, “I can’t wait either.”

The pair of holy men sat in two of the chairs in the circle. You eyed Barnes’ chest straining his black garb. God he was gorgeous. Father Dugan started with a prayer and some scripture. He began, “And with that, I’d like to talk about confession and honesty today.” You snorted when the others all suddenly had something to say. They could try but he was yours.

You sat through the boring drivel and bit back a laugh when Elizabeth burst into tears about lying to her parents. Agatha cleared her throat pointedly, staring you down. You caught blue eyes on you, and smiled good-naturedly at Father Barnes. He blushed and redirected his attention to the squalling Elizabeth. Wanda elbowed you.

“Since you seem to be so invested, why don’t you share your thoughts?,” Dugan asked humorously as he pointed at you. You laughed flatly, straightened up and crossed your legs. You dryly rambled, “Well Father. To be human is to sin. We’re born with it. Instead of holding onto the guilt I just confess it. Whether it’s to you or my friend, I have to be honest. Even if I just pray to the Holy Spirit. Keeps me in check.”

Dugan replied, “Well said. Humans are sinful. So we must-“ You blocked off his voice to a dull hum as you ‘accidentally’ popped a button on your shirt, revealing your cleavage. Wanda smirked from next to you. You stretched your arms, highlighting the opening. Father Barnes’ eyes flickered over before dropping to the ground. Then repeating again. Hooked. With an exaggerated gasp you excused yourself from the meeting, citing ‘impropriety’.

You relaxed in your bed, kicking your legs as you laughed. Wanda busted in and pointed at you. She hissed, “You little minx! He watched your ass when you left the meeting!” You rolled onto your side with a smirk. You drawled, “I just gotta get some more info,” you hugged yourself dramatically, “get closer!” Wanda cackled in glee before Sister Maria told you two to hush through the door.

The next day you were in the cavernous library. Considering all your faults you did try to keep your grades up to secure your way out. You wrote down equations, a bored hand supporting your head. You heard a door open behind you, and some footsteps echoing after.

“Dugan warned me about you,” Barnes spoke.

He tried to sound confident but you picked up on the slight crack in his voice. You smirked at your paper before schooling it into a placid expression. You retorted, “Whatever do you mean, Father?” You turned to face the young priest, who perched on a table two rows away. His muscular arms were crossed defensively.

Barnes’ lips pouted as he stared you down. A few beats of silence passed over the room before he spoke again.

“I think you know what I mean,” he deadpanned.

You mimicked the clergyman’s pose, turning around to sit on the table. You spread your legs ever-so-slightly. Barnes’ eyes stayed on your face but his jaw twitched and cheeks flushed. You purred, “Tell me. What did Dugan say about me?” You thought the man was going to explode as he slapped his hand down on the table and spluttered, “Quit with the nonsense!”

Your lips stretched into a catlike grin.

“Tell you what Father, I’ll confess to you what I do so sinfully. Then we can start fresh huh?”

The angered brunette’s heaving chest slowed as he processed your words. Accusing blue orbs bore into you before he clicked his tongue. Barnes replied, “Fine. Lead the way.” You laughed and hopped off the table, swaying down the hallway leading to the chapel and confession booths. You felt his heat close behind, but the man kept quiet.

You entered the booth, kneeling immediately. The priest entered the other side, the curtains closing with a swish. You heard the wood creak as he sat down. He cleared his throat awkwardly. You made a sign of the cross while speaking, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was one month ago."

You saw his silhouette shift behind the screen. You continued, “Since my last confession I’ve sinned greatly. I was inattentive and late to the last mass. I didn’t show respect for my classmates. I’ve been prideful, angry, envious, and a gossip.” The priest hummed quietly as you breathed, “I’ve been especially bad lately. A lustful sort. I know why Dugan said what he did.”

His breath hitched as you falsely expressed sorrow in your next words.

“I haven’t been chaste in word and thought. I’ve had impure thoughts and gratified myself sexually to them. I just can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked.” Your voice petered out in a sigh, “And you look so good.”

He growled suddenly, “Do you think this is a joke?”

You shook your head vehemently. You cried, “I’m so sorry— do you think I’ll be forgiven?”

You yelped as he jerked out of the booth. You thought he was leaving before a big hand ripped you up violently by the arm. Barnes pressed you up against the unforgiving wood of the confessional. His nostrils flared and jaw ticked as he furiously glared at you. The brunette’s hand gripped your arm in a vice.

You held his gaze, panting softly. He hissed, “You probably won’t be forgiven. But neither will I.” His lips sealed against yours roughly, dominating the space. You opened up, letting the man take his rising frustrations out. Your free arm wrapped around his neck, gripping at the base of his skull. You moaned lowly as he nipped your lip, big body pressing into your giving flesh.

The priest let go of your arm to move both hands down to your ass, squeezing forcefully. He groaned raggedly, “Fuckin’ Jezebel— Delilah— Been thinkin’ bout that ass since last night. Whore of Fuckin’ Babylon.” You whined at his words, chasing his plump lips eagerly. Father Barnes sucked on your tongue before massaging it with his own. His thick cock pressed into your waist, throbbing hotly.

You moaned, “Wanna suck you off— please.”

He pushed you down quickly. You cried out when your knees hit the wood floor. He jammed two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Saliva filled your mouth as you sucked the best you could. His eyes rolled back and you saw his cock twitch under his dark slacks. The brunette breathed out, “Do it then, do it since you need it so bad. Slutty little thing.”

Trembling hands undid his belt and popped the button. You slid down the zipper and pulled him out with a shaky noise around his unmoving fingers. Drool fell down your chin, dropping onto the floor between your thighs. Your pussy throbbed and clenched in need. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, sucking on the wet digits with a long groan. Your hands held onto the man’s hips as you slid him in your mouth.

You started with kitten licks around his tip before swiping your tongue against the leaking slit, savoring the salty taste. The priest swore and groaned, thighs flexing. Then you started to suck and hollow your cheeks to take him in. His hips thrusted forward and you gagged. Barnes cursed, “Fuck— you’re gonna take this cock like a good girl now. I’m gonna fuck your throat, mhm.” You nodded around his length, sucking air in through your nose.

Tears slid down your face as he eased the hot flesh down your throat. Eventually your body accepted the intrusion and he started an easy rhythm, hips thrusting shallowly. The man let out a weak noise and gripped at your hair. He quickly sped up, the slick noises of your throat heightening. Father Barnes hissed, “Sh-shit you feel good. Damned succubus.” His strokes stuttered when you whined pathetically on a particularly hard jerk of his hips.

You reached a hand down between your legs, shoving your fingers into your panties to get at your swollen clit. He laughed breathlessly, “Yeah pretty girl— come when I fill your whore mouth.” You circled your fingers harder around the sensitive bud, bucking onto your hand. He was earnestly fucking your throat now, you choking on a whimper every other thrust. The man of the cloth fared no better, running a frantic hand through his long hair and softly begging for forgiveness as he let out a particularly high noise.

Barnes cried out, “G-gonna come, fuck, fuck!” He pulled you flush to his pelvis, your nose hitting his wiry curls. You felt him twitch and swell as the man emptied down your throat. You seized up on your fingers and wailed around his dick as you gushed in your panties. The brunette slid out with a whimper as you gasped for breath. Your swollen lips throbbed as you heaved in. The clergyman rubbed a big hand against your cheek.

He looked down at you, pinkened cheeks and hazy eyes making him look like an angel. Barnes demanded softly, “Act of contrition.” You whined a ‘huh’ as he repeated harder, “Say the act of contrition.”

You made another sign of the cross with a weak hand as you hoarsely prayed, “O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.”

He drawled, “You’re absolved. Come back next week.”

Barnes extended his other hand to help you up. You stumbled like a newborn foal into his broad chest. His stony face eased into a soft smile as he murmured, “Such a good girl. You alright?” You nodded against his chest, worn out from the experience. He kissed your forehead and warned, “No speaking of this. Then maybe I’ll let you come on my tongue next time.”

#bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky #catholic kink #religious kink #dom bucky barnes #bad girl reader #marvel smut #70’s au #purgatory sentence: maximum #bucky barnes smut

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sakuradeservedbetter91 · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Hi, Anon!!! What a lovely surprise to see this 🥹

After much deliberation—here are five of my favorite fics plus honorable mentions because anyone who knows me knows I hate deciding 😂

1. Red Ribbon of Fate—T, Shisaku, complete, “Shisui and Sakura's love story begins with a red ribbon.”

This one I had so much fun writing because it was just based off the silly idea that Shisui’s hair gets too long, and he holds his hair back from his eyes with a red ribbon. This idea was formed in the Sakura Haruno server, and it just was so sweet and I loved every second of it 🥰

2. Stealing His Shirt Has Never Felt So Good—E, KankuSaku, complete, “Sakura keeps her boyfriend's shirt before he leaves to train. Boyfriend comes back, she's a bit of a brat, and he punishes her with a ton of orgasms.”

I have no explanation for this fic except for the fact that I saw some amazing horny art of Kankuro, proceeded to obsess over said art and write this fic for 9 months, and well, yeah. Here we are 😂

3. Not Yet—E, KakaSaku complete, “Sakura appreciates Kakashi wanting to properly woo her, but they’re together. She’s tired of waiting. And now, she’s going to go get her man to fuck her.”

This was actually my first smut I wrote for KakaSaku, and I remember writing this and screaming as I wrote because it was so filthy. But it was a good time, and damn, I need to write more of them agains soon 👀

4. fantasies can come true—E, AsuIno, complete, “Ino successfully seduces her former teacher, and she may be in for more than she bargained for, not that she'd ever complain.”

I’d been telling myself forever that I’d write a fic for these two, and then I finally did it, and it was so fun! Definitely am going to write more for them, and also the other ships for Ino I recently realized were super fun 🥰

5. oh captain—E, ShiSaku, complete, “Sakura and Shisui avoid their duties aboard ship to have a little rendezvous below deck.”

This is one of my more recent ShiSaku fics i did for ShiSaku week in June this year, and I had so much fun with the prompt, because it was pirates and of course I had to make it sexy. I also just really loved every other prompt I did for the week (I did one for every day bc I am crazy), and I just love writing this pair so much 🥹🥰

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

hey cowboy with that look in your eyes—E, ShiSaku, WIP, sexy, smutty pirates which I’ve been brain rotting over for weeks

the bird and the worm—E, KakaSaku, complete, CRACK, literally was challenged by Tipsy to use some bad smut words in smut and so I did 🤣

#fic recs #kakasaku #shisaku #kankusaku #asuino #binkerbell writes #answered anons

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adriannamunson · 2 years

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Little Miss Perfect loves Sir Freak

Eddie Munson x F!Reader, Steve Harrington x F!Reader (platonic)

SUMMARY: You’re in love with the same boy they called a freak.

A/N: I am obsessed with ST and always will be. Please enjoy this final part.

WARNINGS: Proofread when I was sleepy (so bare with me), a bit angsty, jealous Eddie, reader is a simp, this is dialogue heavy because it’s key to the story hehe, also a bit if seggsual implications but nothing too graphic.

WORD COUNT: 6.8 k (ya this is thicc)

Part 2

You didn’t quite understand why the project you and the infamous Eddie Munson did together had the honor of getting an A, but it did anyway.

So because of Eddie’s disbelief and failure to comprehend the results, you and him stayed behind to question your beloved teacher.

“You have to be joking right, Mrs. D?” Eddie practically jitters with every single word, by this grade, he could fail all his remaining classes and still graduate.

“I mean, y/n? Sure, but me? Wow.” He looks down at you with a shocked grin. You give him a small pat on his back, reassuring him that he deserves that grade.

“Yes, well since she did help you, so you both got A’s.” Mrs. O’Donnely smiles cheekily, “Now get out.” Her smile disappears to a stern frown again, gently fixing the papers on her desk.

Both of you abruptly exit the classroom to the now emptying halls of Hawkins High. That was the last class of the day, and everybody was excited to head home because it was the last day of the week. And also because the biggest party of the year was tomorrow.

Your perfect house party. Thank the god above that your parents had a week long business trip and they’ll be gone for it.

Eddie was still in shock as the two of you began walking down the hall, “I just- how??” The biggest smile still plastered on his dimpled cheeks.

You shrug lightly, even flirtatiously hitting his arm. “Team effort, Munson.” He could get used to the way his name rolled out from your lips. “Give yourself some credit, you made a turn around this week.”

He also swore that you were flashing him heart eyes while you two were walking. But… then again, you probably weren’t and he was reading into it too much.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, though.” He adjusts his hands into his pockets, acting a bit sly. Almost like he was shy to be around you.

You stopped walking, standing there for a moment. Which made him stop, too. “You are probably…” You lingered on your words to pester him, “…right.” You pulled the shirt a bit, like you had no fear letting him know that you were interested.

Well you were gonna tell him tomorrow, so what’s the name point in hiding. You even wrote a pathetic little letter that had all the things you enjoyed during your weeklong partnership.

All about how his quirks were rubbing off on you, and how you would even find yourself taking some interest in his interests. I mean, how could you not like anything he says when he says it with so much passion?

Even your mom has grown a bit accustomed to Eddie’s presence at your house.

“Here you two are.” Your mom plops down a fresh plate of cookies by your desk.

You look up at her confused, “What’s all this?” Putting your notebook down your lap.

Eddie adjusts his position on the floor, kneeling down to see the cookies on your desk. “Well it would be a shame if I didn’t let Eddie taste my cookies.”

“Mom, don't say it like that.” You pretend to vomit. The way the words fell from her mouth were suggestive, and it was a bit gross.

“Oh sweet! Thanks Mrs. Y/l/n!” Eddie grabs a cookie like a little boy at a party. Nomming down on it like there was no tomorrow.

With a pleased smile, your mom nods as she exits your room.

You stared at Eddie who was already on his second cookie. He couldn’t help but question why you were biting the pen in between your teeth and looking at him like that.

“What? Is there something on my face?” His big brown eyes looked at you with a bit of concern. Was he making a fool out of himself right now? Yep. But he felt comfortable enough to do so.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) there was something on dear Eddie’s face. So you reach up, copying his kneeling, to wipe the chocolate by his cheeks.

“Let me just-” Your thumb glides across his cheek, carefully removing the mess.

The poor boy didn’t know what to fucking do. I mean you probably didn’t mean anything by this action right? You’re just helping a guy out.

But why were you doing it so softly and why were your eyes glossed over with that irresistible gaze? Your lips looked so pretty parted like that. If only he could-

“There.” Once satisfied with the mess being cleaned up, you smiled at his shocked puppy expression. And you being you, you cleaned your own fingers up by gently sucking on your thumb.

And crap, were you hitting on him?

He swore his pants tightened at the sight of you doing that so sensually, but the moment gets interrupted when your mother comes back in with some drinks.

“Fresh lemonade, kids!”

Making both of you redirect the tension elsewhere.

As the end of the school hallway was coming into view, you wanted to ensure that Eddie was coming tomorrow. Everything had to go perfectly. You’d take him to the balcony and give him the note. Then, if all things go well, he’ll be yours.

Jesus, were you really that interested?

Who are you kidding, you’re a go-getter. And you always get what you want.

“Eddie… you’re coming tomorrow right?” Your words made him stop in his tracks. It was bothering you that your heart was beating like a complete idiot.

“Yeah! Of course. It is the party of the year.” He pushes his hair back, while adjusting his stance.

“Great, remember my surprise for you.” You teased him again which made him smile wide.

“How could I forget, it’s been bothering me since you mentioned it.”

As the two of you exchange words, you get pulled by your hand by Chrissy and Jason. “Hey, come on, we gotta get the stuff for tomorrow.”

You swore if you could do all this planning with Eddie, you would. Make him tag along as you guys went through Hawkins, getting the much needed party supplies.

But he probably wouldn’t want to, it must be boring. “Oh right.” Your voice almost sounded defeated. Like a balloon that was deflating. Your eyes looked back at Eddie, who was smiling widely at your face.

“It’s alright, I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He was too sweet, too sweet for the way he constantly dressed. Like, his personality didn’t match his exterior.

Jason and Chrissy whisper something to each other before giggling. Almost like they were teasing the way you and Eddie were looking at each other. They did, however, put on a normal face when you redirect your attention to them. “Let’s go.”

And there Eddie was, back to staring as you left yet again. You stood by Chrissy’s side as Jason’s arm wrapped around her. A position you’ve already gotten accustomed to, but now you wish you had someone of your own, wrapped around you.

Shooting Eddie one last look, he smiles back at you with a wide handwave. The mere action makes you roll your eyes and laugh at his theatrical nature.

“Eddie!” Mike and Dustin scream from the side, pulling his sleeves like two kids.

Taken aback by the way the rascals were interrupting his admiration towards you, he sighs aloud. “Yep?” He says, almost unenthusiastically.

“We need your help in picking outfits for tomorrow!” Mike speaks almost like it was the most crucial part of their lives. It kind of was, Mike and Dustin have never been invited to such a spectacle.

“Yeah same, it is the cool kids party, you know.” Dustin adds on, gaining a ‘I need friends my age’ look, all over his face. But he loves the bozos, so he agrees.

“Alright, younglings. I’ll help.”

—>

“Please, y/n. It’s too obvious!” Chrissy jokes around as the three of you ride in Jason’s car. You sat in the back seat as the two lovers sat up front. The way they were lecturing you felt like they were being your parents. Advicing you in your efforts towards love.

“Honestly it’s nice seeing you in love.” Jason pokes fun at your situation as well.

You groan, “I’m not in love.” Looking out the window to see trees passing by. The couple laugh at your words, how would they believe that crap when you never shutted up about Munson.

You constantly gossiped it to Chrissy, and in extension Jason. They swore, they would never tell anyone, and you trusted them enough with it. But, they still teased the crap out of you because of it.

Jason looks back at you and chuckles, “Sure, Ms. ‘His eyes are gorgeous and his hair is so cool’, we totally believe you.” Making Chrissy laugh from the passenger side.

“It’s okay to like him, y/n, you’d look cute together.” She was still being a sweet friend to you even if she would never drop this whole crush you had with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

Defeated, you just chose to shut them out for the rest of the ride, until you get to your first stop. Family Video.

When you guys did arrive there however, it completely fell out of your mind that Steve Harrington was working there.

Now, you and Steve did fool around a couple of times. Well, maybe more than once.

That all stopped when he and Nancy Wheeler dated and broke up. And you never looked back since. Despite all that, you two remained friends. “Harrington, totally forgot you still existed.” You adjusted your shoulder bag as you walked to the counter.

Chrissy and Jason rushed to different sections, trying to find good movies for tomorrow. It was mainly for background noise during the party but, some people may want to just chill and watch a movie or two.

He gets snapped out from the computer and looks at you, “Why if it isn’t the Hawkins princess. What can I do for you, pretty girl?He leans against the counter while pushing a few strands of his hair away from his face.

“We’re just here to get a few flicks.” You nodded as you replicated his stance.

“Ah.” He looks at Chrissy and Jason who were flirting instead of actually looking for good movies. “Seems like you’re a third wheel again.”

You blow a raspberry in his face while nodding relentlessly, “Seems like it.” You almost forgot to mention the party, he wasn't at the high school, so he wouldn’t have known. “Oh that reminds me, come over to my place tomorrow.” A sweet smile across your face.

In Steve’s shock, he decides to be coy with your statement. “She sees me again and needs me immediately, you don’t wait before pouncing, do you?” He was flirtatious, but that was Steve though. That simply was his personality.

You hit his arm and laugh, “No! Gosh, Steve…” A blush spreads on your cheeks, even if he didn’t mean anything to you, he was still a good talker. “That’s not what I meant. I’m having a party tomorrow and everyone in school’s coming.”

He gasps out an ‘ah’ and agrees, “Oh okay, I thought it was for another thing since Ms. Snow Queen still doesn’t have a prince charming, yet.” Of course everyone knew about your relationship issues. You’d rather just hook up with someone and leave, rather than maintaining a long term relationship.

But no, this time was different. You smiled at Steve’s words as you tried to look anywhere but his face. That mannerism was something no one has seen in a long time and he knew something was up. “Oh wait a minute, there IS someone? Who is it?” The gossipy side of Harrington came out and you bit your lip at his remark.

“It’s this guy.” You say nonchalantly, so vague that even Steve scrunched up his face.

“Is he gonna be there tomorrow?”

A small nod confirms Steve’s question. Honestly he was kind of proud of you, at least one of you guys is experiencing a love life better than his.

Robin pops in from behind Steve and all the color from her face drains away when she sees you. She didn’t necessarily have a crush on you, because you were pretty damn intimidating and she already had Vicky in her thoughts. But, she was not expecting Ms. Perfect to be at her place of work, looking like a damn beauty queen.

“Hi Robin.” You greet her, smiling as you wave. She stuttered and jittered a bit before Steve lightly elbowed her.

How the hell do you know her name? “H-hey y/n. You know my name?” She tried to remain cool as she organized a few receipts on the counter top.

You scoff at the question, of course you did. You knew practically everyone at school, “Of course I do, Buckley. Say, you’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, b-biggest party of the year right? Woo.” A soft fist pump in the air made you giggle and she swore the gates of heaven were going to open up right then and there.

“These ones please.” Chrissy plops down the movies to rent which were about ten. You widen your eyes at the amount but Jason shushes you before you could protest. The couple paid for it quickly before you could, which made you frown.

“It’s my party, let me pay.” Almost yanking poor Jason’s hand away.

“Shh, you’ll spend a lot more at the supermarket.” He gently removes your hand from his. You almost forgot about the most important part of the party. The food and the drinks. You nod at the sentence and tilted your head to the side. Watching Chrissy grab the movies that were in a bag.

“Come on.” They both make their way to the exit. You followed suit while waving back to Steve and Robin.

Once you exited the door Steve laughed at Robin’s reaction to your presence, “I get it she’s hot, but goddamn, Rob.” He exits the booth, heading back to refill the emptied shelves.

As you made your way to the market, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Excited to let Eddie know how you feel and even, possibly, begin dating him. You are afraid though, that maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. That he may not feel the same way and that could ruin everything you had planned.

But you remained headstrong.

“Hey, y/n, James has us covered on drinks right?” Jason’s voice pulls you away from your anxiety-ridden thoughts.

“Yep, already got that covered.”

–Saturday 7:30 PM, Munson Residence.

Eddie rummaged through his closet, or whatever this pile of clothes is supposed to be called, in order to find the best outfit he could wear. He didn’t wanna just wear another hellfire shirt because he wants to make an effort in his appearance, tonight.

Maybe a black tee? You know, it’s still in character, but at least he could look different.

So, he agreed. He grabbed the cologne his uncle had and hasn’t used in years. Spritzing it all over the shirt before removing his hellfire tee to replace it. He didn’t quite understand why he was putting so much effort into his look, but he reckoned it had something to do with you.

Maybe you’d compliment him. And he knows one compliment from you would go a long way. If he only knew how many times you bored and annoyed Jason and Chrissy with your compliments about Eddie, he would probably die.

“Eddie! What’s taking so long? We still have to pick up some soda pops!” Mike knocks on Eddie’s bedroom door, causing a panicked Eddie to groan.

“CAN YOU WAIT PLEASE!” He grabs a leather jacket, which made him look like a complete vampire, but it would have to do. They already looked at him like a freak, might as well add fire to the flame. He runs his fingers through his hair after spraying them with the same cologne, making sure he would mask any smell that would be unpleasant. He did shower two fucking times that day. Just to make sure he would look and feel his absolute best.

When he felt satisfied with his all-black outfit, he put on a pair of dirty white Converse. He was just about to grab the door and open it but he rushed over to his ‘sweetheart’ of a guitar. “Wish me luck, girl.”

He wasn’t even sure what he was going to do tonight, all he knew was he wanted to make a move. Or not. Depends on how the night would go. He can’t keep betraying his poor heart for any longer.

Upon seeing Eddie when his bedroom door opened, Mike and Dustin couldn’t believe what they saw. Their dearest friend Eddie, dressed pretty decently for once. “Wow, well… Now we know why you took that long.”

“Ha, ha very funny. Come on, we gotta go.” Eddie brushed past them, which made the two boys get a nice whiff of Eddie’s uncharacteristic smell.

“Dude, are you wearing perfume?” Mike says with a cheeky smile. Dustin was nodding suggestively because they know about Eddie’s admiration for the Hawkins’ town princess.

In annoyance, Eddie rolls his eyes, “ITS COLOGNE.” He was frantic, grabbing a paper bag that had a newly printed out hellfire club shirt he specially made for you. You still didn’t understand the whole dungeons and dragons game, but you were interested enough to keep listening to his stories.

So he wanted to make you an honorary member.

“Sure, Eds.” It was hard for the boys not to make fun of their dear old pal Eddie. Eddie the great, who wouldn’t even dare look twice when throwing an empty wrapper of candy into the trash bin. The same Eddie who doesn’t even care if his hair hasn’t been washed in two days. Now, Eddie is over here, well groomed, ready for the party.

It was just interesting, to say the least.

- 8 PM, Your place

People must have been excited as fuck. They began pouring in at 7 PM, even though that’s 2 hours earlier than they should have been. “You guys do know we haven’t set shit up yeah?” Jason runs his hands through his hair in frustration. The rest of the basketball team and cheerleaders were here early to help out, but these party guests being here this early, was not on their to-do list. So it was hectic.

“Grab a thing and help set it up, damn it!” Chrissy was also sort of fumed over the fact that these people, mainly sophomores, arrived this early. Instead of helping, they began watching and roaming around your big house. Even heading to the back by your pool. And this was not how you wanted the night to start.

“HELP OR YOU’RE LEAVING.” You didn’t scream it, but rather had your voice increase its volume just so everyone could hear. With your order, they grabbed cups, banners, confetti, balloons and plates. Even began organizing the drinks counter, labeling each dispenser accordingly.

Jason and Chrissy exhale in defeat, plopping down by the staircase as they shake their heads. The three of you have been fixing the party ever since last night, so yeah, exhausted would be an understatement. “It’s like you have a superpower, y/n.” The poor boy wipes beads of sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah…” Chrissy swallows harshly, “Don’t know how you do it.”

They honestly didn’t know why it was so easy for anyone to follow your pleas but it didn’t really matter. You could honestly ask them to start a war and they would. It wasn’t even just your fellow schoolmates, but everyone in Hawkins. Maybe it’s just because of your parents being influential as hell, so by default, you were also like that; or it’s just how you were perceived to be this leader.

Probably both.

Eventually, everything started getting back on track. 9 PM rolled by and more people began coming in. Some even thoughtful enough to bring some snacks or full on meals of their own. Some opted to bring soda instead. Either way, the gestures were sweet and you thanked each and every one of them.

It didn’t take too long to see Robin and Steve enter the door, you welcomed them in with a hug. Which, again, caught Robin off guard.

Steve looks at Robin and mouths out a ‘Keep it cool’ since you were so close to her, she could literally scream. Eventually, it stops when you end the hug.

“Glad you guys made it.” You grabbed cups which were by the table in the foyer, “James got us some alcohol so, knock yourselves out.” You didn’t even need to say anything else before Robin began making her way to the beverage counter.

“So, where is this guy you’re in love with.” You and Steve made your way to the same counter, but slower. You shrugged because it was already 9:20 PM and Eddie was nowhere to be found.

“Probably running late.” Grabbing his cup, you filled it up. Giving it back to him as you guys made your way to the backyard to sit down by the familiar outdoor couches. He knew his way around your house since you two did fool around for the first couple years in high school.

You sat beside him as you sighed carefully, you were worried Eddie would be lost in the sea of people, and you wouldn’t be able to tell him anything. Steve notices your nervousness and pats your leg to calm you down. “Hey, chill. He’ll be here. Whoever he is, since you won’t tell me.”

“It’s best I keep it to myself first unless it goes sideways.” You almost felt embarrassed at the idea of everyone finding out that you get rejected.

“Sorry, are you saying there’s someone in this shitty town who would pass up on a woman like you?” He takes a sip of his drink in disbelief that you think anyone in this town doesn’t find you attractive. I mean, everyone admired you, it didn’t even matter if it was romantically or not. They all looked up at you for inspiration.

You smile slightly at Steve’s confidence boost, he always knew the right thing to say. “Thanks, Steve.” You lean on his shoulder which instinctively causes him to wrap his arms around you. He did find you insanely gorgeous but you and him were never anything but friends who fooled around.

As your friend, he wanted the best for you.

You and Steve get company with the likes of Jason, Chrissy and some of the basketball team. They happily greet a familiar face. Each of them finding a place to sit down, while Chrissy sat next to you. All of you spoke a bit louder than usual, since music was blasting while the others were rowdy as hell.

Laughter and story-telling was the main focus of this little group you were in. You found yourself occasionally looking around to spot Eddie or one of the hellfire boys, but would constantly get disappointed. Glancing at your watch, it was already 9:45 PM and it made your heart sink.

With a soft nudge, Chrissy captures your attention. “I see Nancy’s little brother…” You follow her eyes, directing to the area between the pool and your garden. Mike and Dustin were high fiving some of the other hellfire boys. It was difficult for your heart not to palpitate, but it did.

The boys being here means that Eddie was, too. You excuse yourself from the little group around you. “Steve, I just need to go get someone.” You patted Harrington’s lap which made him nod, zoning back into the conversation with the rest.

Moving through the hoards of people in your house, you were cursing at yourself. With the amount of people here, how would you be able to find Eddie? Well, easy, he was the one with fluffy dark hair and thousands of rings.

He looked so lost, stepping in between people. Careful as to not bump into a random kid. “Eddie!” You waved your hand so that he would see you. Funnily enough, he only saw your forehead and your hands. The people were definitely shrouding over you.

Soon, the two of you were face to face. “I got something for you!” He screams over the loudness of your party. You nod, “Let’s head to the back! It’s less noisy there!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him through the crowd. You had to admit, he smelled pretty fucking delicious.

Either that was not him, or it was. And if it was, you felt your heart flutter at the thought that maybe he got all dressed up for you.

Stepping to the backyard, he could finally talk without screaming. Granted, it was still noisy, but not as obnoxious as the interior of your home. “Here you are, m’lady.” He hands you a paper bag with a big smile on his face. Your patio lights made you see him clearer. You weren’t sure why he looked way hotter than before, but maybe it was the attire or the cologne.

“You didn’t have to bring gifts, Munson. This is a grad party, not a birthday party.” Taking the paper bag into your hands, you blush upon realizing it was a hellfire club shirt. One that seemed to fit you perfectly.

“Oh my-” You drop the paper bag to the floor in order to hold the shirt up.

“I got the smallest size because well, you are very…” He makes gestures with his hands, like he was squeezing you down. Pretty much saying that you were small.

His side comment didn’t mean much to you, it actually was so heartwarming to get this gift. So, you wanted to wear it, right here, right now. Instinctually, you took off your pastel sweater, making Eddie panic because he thought nothing was underneath. “Hey, wait a minute-” He reached out to pull your sweater but it was too late.

To his surprise you were wearing a tank top that perfectly hugged your sensual curves. You had half the mind to realize what you were doing because suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Damn, look at that!” You hear Steve from the back of your head. Gaining a few other woo’s and applause. Feeling a bit intoxicated, you turned to the people who were ogling you and bowed down. Pretty much bending down in front of Eddie, making the poor boy fight his hardest to not look at your ass.

After a few bows, you pulled the shirt over your head which saddened all the people who still wanted to see the princess of Hawkins in a promiscuous position. But a las, they went back to their own stuff. “Fits me perfectly.” You pulled it down till your waistline, where your black skirt met the shirt.

Eddie wanted to take a photograph and keep it for the rest of time. You looked so different than you usually do yet, it made sense. You messed your hair up a bit and plastered on a big smile, “Don’t you think, Munson?”

Twirling around to give him a full view, resulting in a speechless Eddie. “Absolutely fantastic.” He had to double check whether or not he was drooling, physically wiping his mouth. He looked like an absolute bozo, but an adorable one at that. Making you giggle.

“Come.” You pull him again by the hand to the little group you sat in. Chrissy instantly moves aside, sitting on Jason’s lap, which caught him off-guard until he saw you with Eddie. The cheerleader shushes Jason and simply pretends like nothing was going on.

“Harrington, scootch.” You, still holding Eddie’s hand, plopped back down onto the seat. Munson had no choice but to sit next to you, even though this was a very unusual group he never found himself in.

“Munson? What are you-” Patrick began commenting until Jason threw an empty plastic cup to his direction, making all the others stop protesting.

Steve smiles at your return, snaking his arm back around you. “Had to do a costume change, huh, pretty girl?” His eyes trailed down your physique. The table erupts with compliments and a few flirtatious comments till you playfully shush them, placing your finger against your lips.

Eddie was sort of insecure at the fact that Steve, THE Steve Harrington called you pretty girl. You guys weren’t even dating but he felt a tinge of jealousy. Were you only nice to him because you saw him as a charity case or something. He was getting lost in these negative thoughts but was snapped out of it when he felt your head against his shoulder.

Sure, he was out of place but he slowly began joining along the laughter and funny stories that were being exchanged. You snaked your hand to his, clasping it in between your fingers. Eddie didn’t know how to react to the situation so he simply responded mutually.

“What about you, y/n? Why haven’t you found someone yet, hmm?” A cheerleader, who was clearly intoxicated as fuck, interrogates you.

You let go of Eddie’s hand to reach for your drink, but Eddie read into it wrong. More like you were scared that anyone would see you holding his hand. Even if that was not the case. “Oh you know, y/n…” Steve answers on your behalf, making everyone look at him. You shoot him squinted eyes and jokingly poke his side.

“... She’s too smart for that type of shit, aren’t you? Pretty girl, hm?” Steve pulls you in by your shoulder, causing you to get pushed onto his chest. The rest of the group began wondering.

Eddie continued to get worked up with the nickname Steve constantly called you. He had absolutely no right, but he couldn’t control his emotions.

“Didn’t you guys date?” Patrick gulps down his drink. The others murmured in agreement, which made Eddie tense up in full-blown jealousy. Why did you hold his hand like that or lean your head against his shoulder if you were interested in Steve?

You were plopped on Steve’s chest, breathless in laughter. “Yeah we did, when was it?” He questions you, looking down to meet your eyes.

“Ew, please don’t bring it up… Maybe, like a year ago?” You pushed yourself off Steve’s chest, leaning back against the outdoor couch’s back.

Steve pretended to be hurt, clasping his chest. “Don’t say ew when you used to say my name in bed, pretty girl.” That made everyone shout and clap their hands in amusement at Steve’s playful words. You softly smacked his cheek, laughing to yourself.

For you and Steve, this was all just good natured friends, having a laugh at some fond memories. However, for Eddie, it was something more than that. He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t have handled it, since he stood up and excused himself, heading back inside. He wasn’t sure where he was gonna go. Preferably back to his shitty trailer park home and just drown these pointless emotions of jealousy in some irresponsible way.

But he found himself stuck in the crowd of freshmen and sophomores who were just happy to be there. Now, he didn’t really give a shit if he bumped into someone or not. He just needs fresh air. Maybe even a balcony or something.

Eddie’s abrupt action of leaving made your smile instantly fade away, following him as soon as he left. The others weren’t even sure what the fuck was going on between the two, but Jason and Chrissy had a few ideas.

As you pushed through the crowd yet again, you called out to Eddie. He was sneakily making his way up your stairs, so you squeezed your way to reach him. “MUNSON!”

You tried your hardest to reach him by the stairs, but it didn’t happen. Instead you only reached him once he was already by the balcony, on the side of your house. It was quiet, since most of the rooms up here were occupied by teenagers who were wanting to have a good time.

“Eddie!” You pushed the balcony door open to see Eddie, who had his leather jacket removed, hanging on his shoulder. “Could you explain why you just left like that?”

He was staring and jittering at the night sky, not wanting to look at you because of the sheer embarrassment and self-anger he had towards himself. Why was he jealous? He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Munson, I asked you a question.”

“I heard.” He pushed his hair back, gaining enough courage to look at you but still felt his chest sink in pain. “I just… It’s hard to explain.”

“I thought everything was going well! We were laughing, we held hands even! The night was going well!” You stepped towards him, you weren’t necessarily shouting but you weren’t necessarily whispering either.

“Yeah, I thought so, too! But then you and Steve decided to put your relationship on display-” He didn’t mean to raise his voice but it was the heat of the moment sort of thing. But, he stopped himself from continuing that stupid statement.

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows, “Are you serious right now, Steve?”

He looked at your pissed off face and wanted to disappear. He probably overstepped.

“Yeah.” His voice was defeated and almost reached back to the balcony door in order to just forget this whole thing. You spotted his action, so you grabbed his forearm. Honestly, the first time you felt his skin since he usually kept the jackets on.

“Are you jealous?” Your anger riddled face was replaced with a more sympathetic gaze. “Hey come on, look at me.” You used your other hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you.

He swallowed harshly, “I shouldn’t be.” Your hand drops back to your side, but the other remains on his arm. You felt terrible, this shouldn’t have happened because all you wanted to do this night was tell Eddie how you feel. Now, he feels like garbage because of your actions.

“Please don’t be-”

“I know I shouldn’t! Because why should I be? We’re not even a thing, we’re not even friends, probably. You wouldn’t even like me! It’s stupid of me to actually start feeling feelings for little Ms. Perfect but I can’t help it. She’s too perfect, she’s too sweet, she’s kind, she looks after others and she looks like the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen- I just can’t get you off my mind and it’s actually pathetic.” He couldn’t help but blurt out all of these words, they were falling out of his mouth faster than he could think.

“I’ve done well enough hiding it because before, I would just watch you from a far. But these past few days, you’ve been talking to me, we’ve been hanging out and you match how you look. Your fucking goreous and so is your heart.” Breathlessly, Eddie softens under your touch.

“And that’s why I shouldn’t.” He slumped his head in between his shoulders, sad and honestly insecure that he just poured out his whole heart and soul like that. And you were not responding. Which made it even worse.

But, truth is, you weren’t responding because you were blushing so damn hard. Also, because you were pulling out the letter you were going to give him later that night. No better time than now. So you began reading it out loud, dropping his arm from your touch.

Clearing your throat, you began reading your words. “I never understood my friends when they told me they were in love. I physically want to throw up when I hear Chrissy talking about Jason’s perfect face or his perfectly coiffed hair. It really didn’t make any sense to me, to be obsessed over someone else. From the creases that formed when they smile to the way their eyes light up when they talk about something they like. That was until I met you.” You adjusted the way you stood, scared to look up at Eddie because you were not mentally prepared to see what his face looked like.

“I could listen to the way you talk about dungeons and dragons or the new guitar riff you just learned, or even how you don’t like it when people chew loudly. I would never get sick your pointless stories. I’d never get sick of you.” You smiled at your own words, feeling a bit mad at yourself for allowing you to be so cheesy, yet here we were.

“So, when we were partnered up, I feared the worst, like your chaotic behavior. But I also feared the best like, the repercussions I would feel if we got close. And both of them happened. You were messy and sometimes out of line, but you made me feel vibrant and normal. Things I have never experienced before, you made me experience. I never thought thinking of someone could make my heart happy, but it did, with you. You made me constantly recall how your stories went and how your voice sounds. Plus, I’d constantly blush at your exaggerated compliments.” You stepped back a few, in order to breathe in heavily. Eddie’s breathing hitched once and awhile at the words you were saying.

“So don’t take this letter in vain because I mean it when I say, I am falling for you, Eddie Munson. And I don’t want to stop.” When those last few words left your lips, you folded the paper up back again, handing it over to Eddie, who was at a loss for words.

He looked down at you like you weren’t real, like he was dead or dreaming. He pinches his arm in order to establish any pain, so he could find out if this was truly happening. “Holy shit.” His raspy voice exhales harshly, “This isn’t a dream, you actually said that?” He looked at the piece of paper in his hands.

Nodding gently, you felt like your cheeks were about to explode by the way you were blushing. “And you meant it??” He questions again, like the poor boy just couldn’t believe that the girl of his dreams feels the same way.

“Every little bit.” You tiptoed, reaching out to his cheek while your thumb gently ran over it.

“I look like an idiot, don’t I?”

You nod at his question but with that cute smile on your face, he didn’t even care if he looked like a clown. Thinking Harrington and you were an item when in fact, you were into him.

He placed the paper in his pockets before pulling you in by your waist. A dumb smile on his face. “Was this the… ‘surprise’?” He says with an air-quote.

You look at his dreamy eyes and smile to yourself, “It is, but it’s not yet complete.” You tilted your head up to his lips, slowly kissing him and feeling every single nerve in your body fill up with glee.

Eddie could literally feel his chest pound with way his heart was beating. You were so perfect, so wonderful and now you were kissing him after sharing his feelings. It was paradise. His arms snake around your waist tighter, practically pulling you closer to his body by lifting you up.

You jump onto him, legs wrapping around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hands to your thighs to support you as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. His hand slithers right above the hem of your shirt, wanting to pull it off, until you hear a voice.

“WAIT STOP!”

The two of you get interrupted when you turn towards the inside of your house. Just behind the balcony doors. Your friends and the hellfire boys were spying on the two of you like crazy.

“It was cute until you guys made it sexual.” Dustin jokes around.

“Still cute though!” Chrissy gives you a proud wink. All of your friends didn’t want to protest at the fact that you were snogging the freak of the town, but they truly didn’t seem to care. Most of them were just happy you finally found someone.

“By the way, the letter was a tearjerker and I do have a perfect face.” Jason claps his hands while Chrissy pecks his cheek. Gaining a collective ‘yay’ to explode from the group.

You and Eddie laugh with one another, still swaddled up in his arms. He could just carry you like this everywhere, if it meant you’d kiss him like that everytime.

And just like that, Miss Perfect and Sir Freak suddenly felt like they belonged.

BONUS! → Summer of 86

“One last touch…. aaaaaand there!”

“Please, no.”

“Yeah why do we have to wear these!?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I look like a freaking christmas ball.”

“Because if you don’t you’ll get burned.” You looked back and forth between the hellfire boys who were, needless to say, absolutely adorable in their new outfits.

“I’d rather be burned from embarrassment.” Mike buries his face into the floaties he was holding. A couple of groans escape the other boys.

“Sorry, my pool, my rules. Don’t mope, you guys look cute!” You booped Dustin’s nose, making him squint his eyes in your direction.

“Don’t worry baby, I think you did amazing.” Eddie comes out to join the rest of you in your backyard. Wrapping his arms around you as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

You looked back at the boys who were dressed in summer getaway clothes, bright swim trunks, smiley beach hats, neon flip flops and sunscreen. “Thank you.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom

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taehyungfirst · 2 months

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What are your top 5 airport Taehyung looks?

HI GREAT QUESTION

Number 1: THEEEE Vante look, no matter how many years pass by, I will always love this look so much, it’s quintessentially Taehyung.

Number 2: I am actually a big fan of fluffy haired with a three piece suit Taehyung going to an airport. The duality of a man. I loved his classic style.

Number 3: I liked this look but it’s mostly because of the meaning of it: the yogi bear jacket (“half the lies they tell about me are not true”) and the scarf with the circus and the audience all around. The timing of it all, just really liked this look.

Number 4: Putting them together because it’s in my “rockstar Taehyung” folder 🤭

Number 5: MY SILLY PRETTY BOY HE WAS SO SMALL (also I love when he wears leopard print)

Some honorable mentions: the leopard print shirt look he got when he went to paris fw, some knitted tops he got in Layover era, some 2019 looks where he was obsessed with dark green, that one look where he got BIG sweater paws while the rest of bts was dressed total black, some shirt he wore when he was younger, A LOOK WHERE HE LOOKS LIKE A TEDDY BEAR I love the brown looks 🫂🤎🤍🤎🤍

What about yours?

#do you agree with my top 5?#taehyung #ask #bts

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faith-thee-slayer · 1 year

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In your opinion, what are Faith's best looks over the run of BtVS/AtS?

anon i am SO glad you asked this, because i was already thinking about making a compilation post of her best looks. it took me a while since i had to go thru every single appearance of hers so i didn't forget an outfit...

here are my favorite Faith outfits, loosely in order starting with most favorite:

the RED SHIRT. i will never cease to be floored by how well she pulled it off. very much giving HAEBILF (homoerotic angry evil bestie i'd like to fuck).

the amends outfit!! the "girlfriend visiting her gf's parents for the first time" outfit!! i love soft lighter colors on her, especially light blue. the tan jacket slays every time it makes an appearance.

this denim jacket + lace black top + choker... super underrated look i think, considering we only saw it in this scene and the scene where she tries to get angel to shoot her.

my god, this look. she showed up -> served cunt -> killed a man -> left

this is almost like a companion to her amends outfit. obsessed with how comfy and cute she looks

the tan jacket!! i hope she got a new one, this one's probably at the bottom of sunnydale... this outfit looks cute without the jacket too, just the simple red tank + blue jeans combo.

the partial turtleneck + black denim jacket combo. i feel like this is another underrated one.

she should've worn this more... yup

honorable mentions: orange tie-dye top from the graduation day dream; all black tank top + jeans she has on when buffy confronts her in sanctuary (the brown jacket she wears with it is cute too); denim jacket + dark red top from dirty girls (the scene where she's smoking with spike and she removes her jacket while stretching... YEAH); homecoming dress; sheer longsleeve top + leather pants she wears while angel has her chained up in consequences (both hair up and hair down deliver two similar but unique vibes for the look); white longsleeve and black vest from That Patrol in bad girls; blue longsleeve in empty places; and last but certainly not least, the "i was shooting for sultry, but hey" bombshell look from this year's girl.

thank you so much for this ask, this was fun!!

#i think i listed almost all of her outfits lmao #ok but now i'm thinking about where she gets her clothes from... because she came to sunnydale with a bag of clothes.#and while she was living in sunnydale she accumulated a wardrobe via her own means or the mayor #then she enters a coma and... i'm assuming most of her clothes are still at her apartment during this time...?#assuming the apartment is somehow still being paid for after the mayor's death. so she wakes up #maybe swings by the apartment to get the Sultry Outfit #though after the body swap she runs away -- and then when we see her in five by five she's in a new outfit and has a bag??#did she go back to the apartment and pick up some stuff or did she get new clothes? do we think the mayor gave her a credit card or was she #just stealing from stores?#did angel keep her bag of clothes when she went to jail? did wesley give her these clothes when he went to get her or did he get #new clothes for her?#why do faith and willow change outfits on the way to sunnydale from LA?#whose clothes is she wearing for the rest of s7??#yeah i have a lot of questions #asks #faith lehane #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

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carters-things · 2 years

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Rooster Headcanons

So a Top Gun hyperfixation hit me like a mac truck and I have seen Top Gun: Maverick 3 times in theaters... So in honor of my new found love, enjoy some random Rooster headcanons I have!

He calls you honey because that's what he grew up hearing his dad call his mom

He hates when you take his aviators. I feel like Bradley is SUPER protective of his glasses and is always worried you will lose his, so I can see him getting you a matching pair just so you leave his alone.

On the other hand he LOVES seeing you in his Hawaiian shirts. That drives the man feral when he wraps his arms around you and can smell himself on your skin.

He can speak french.. Don't ask me why I think this, but man sounds sexy as hell, like I am obsessed with his voice, and you know damn well if he can speak French he's whispering dirty French shit in your ear at the most inopportune times.

Bradley comes across as this cocky confident guy but it’s all overcompensation for the fact that he is actually insecure about himself and his father’s legacy. He worries that he isn’t measuring up enough to his dad or is constantly worrying if Goose would be proud of him.

I also feel like Bradley is a morning person, and no it’s not because his call sign is Rooster. That man just radiates morning person energy and I do not vibe with it.

He absolutely is a PDA man, but in moderation. He isn’t going to french you at the grocery store, but he will always hold your hand when out and about, or walk with his arm around your waist or his hand on your lower back. If you’re sitting next to each other his hand is always on your thigh and he has no hesitations about it.

I feel like one of his big love languages, especially after losing his dad, is Quality Time. So no matter how busy he gets with work he always finds time to do something with you. Whether it's a movie at home, or if he has enough free time to plan a full date night, or at the very least a private phone call, he always makes time for you.

This one isn’t originally mine, I’m stealing it from @thebradleybradshaw but I absolutely agree that he calls kisses “Smooches”. I can hear him saying “Come here Honey, give me a smooch!” and I think that is the cutest thing ever.

He doesn’t get flustered easily, but if you can manage to get him, boy does he blush hard. I’m talking stuttering and bright red in the cheeks.

He also goes wild when you call him “Lieutenant Bradshaw”

Another one I'm not sure why I think this is but it's that Bradley has to sleep with the window open or fan on otherwise he flops around all night like a fish until you finally cave just for the sake of getting your own good night sleep.

I'm sure I'll make a part two if I think of more! Feel free to send me your own Rooster headcanons! I'd love to hear them!!

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #top gun 2 #rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #carters things #carteranne

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u asked and i will deliver. if u want to write this feel free to change literally anything but

model davey! he graduated college with honors, has a degree in poli sci, and was literally about to go to law school before being signed to a modeling agency- thus starting a turbulent relationship with his family. he starts doing runways and soon moves into print works and even in his short time of modeling he’s become a frequent in some of the most well-known fashion magazines. this is great, this is amazing- but it has an impact on his mental health that he wasn’t ready for.

enter jack kelly, the makeup artist that somehow always seems to work with davey; jack is known for his bold editorial looks and impeccable work, yet he has quite the image in the industry. he’s stubborn, he’s unorthodox, he’s got quite the temper, but his work speaks for itself. jack is the guy who never wears makeup to shoots, he never dresses up unless it’s something important, he’s got piercings and tattoos and a list of bad habits following him wherever he goes.

anyway blah blah they fall in love they indulge in bad habits and reckless things they get better and boom they’re everyone’s favorite powerhouse couple!!!

ohohohoho JAC!!! i’m obsessed!!! god a model au just tickles my brain the perfect way and this is everything @we-are-inevitable

here’s a fun (or possibly fucked up? idk those are synonyms to me sometimes) little one shot! tw for some mentions of disordered eating - as one might expect from a model au

David Jacobs is a nice person.

For all twenty-three years of his life so far, he’s told himself that. It’s been mostly true— he’s never had much of a temper, he treats people with empathy and kindness, and he’s never been demanding or high-strung. He’s normally a pretty chill person who’s easy to please, and who genuinely likes to help people and make them happy.

Nothing about the past year has been normal, though, and he’s starting to realize it might be messing with him a little. Just a few weeks ago, parents were bitching about how much he’s changed, and he thought it was bullshit… until he suddenly catches himself storming away from his personal assistant (which he has now, by the way,) after shouting:

“Just stop talking and figure it out yourself! Can you fuck off and leave me alone for two fucking seconds? Oh my god.”

And then he’s off, out the back door of the set, to sit on the fire escape and try to cool down. He knows he’s being an asshole, but he’s at the end of his rope— he hasn’t eaten an actual meal in three days, there’s makeup caked all over his face and too much product in his hair, he’s sick of people touching him and telling him what to do, and fucking Romeo won’t stop reminding him how busy he is by asking stupid questions about his jam-packed schedule for the next few days. He has a runway show tonight that’ll go to at least midnight, and a 5 AM call time for a shoot tomorrow, and then an afternoon flight to Paris— he doesn’t care which of the two hotels Romeo booked he actually stays at, because they’re both five stars anyways, so it shouldn’t be this much of a hassle to pick one and cancel the other, and it’s something that should be able to get taken care of without needing to bother him about it.

He instinctively goes to rub at his eyes once he’s outside, but he freezes when he hears:

“If you fuck up your makeup, I’m not fixing it for you. I hope you’re done shooting in there.”

His head snaps to the side, and he sees none other than Jack Kelly.

He’s leaning against the wall, with half of a foil-wrapped bodega breakfast sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other, obviously on a break. He’s still wearing his makeup-stained apron over his clothes— comfy-looking joggers and a t-shirt that shows off his tattoo-covered arms— and he’s got a Givenchy beanie perched almost precariously high on his head. He doesn’t seem pissed, mostly amused, but Davey has heard rumours about his allegedly quick temper; fucking up his work would be a good way to get on his bad side.

“Sorry,” Davey sighs. He folds his arms over his chest to keep his hands away from his face. “I think I’m done— they might want more shots once they look at what we’ve got, though. I don’t know. I have to get out of here soon for a fitting uptown either way.”

It was Jack who applied the fancy, editorial eye makeup that Davey nearly ruined— his apprentice does the base layers of foundation and whatnot, but it’s Jack’s artistic vision and skill that people pay for when they book him for stuff like this, so he does the important parts himself. He takes his sweet time, snapping at people when they try to rush him, which is why Davey spent over an hour in the makeup chair this morning.

It’s probably the tenth or-so time Jack has done his makeup, but they’ve barely ever conversed, both of them too busy being pulled in a million different directions by everyone else on set.

“Busy day, huh?” Jack chuckles. His nose crinkles a little when he laughs, and it makes his septum piercing wiggle. He takes a bite of his sandwich and then talks as he chews. “What were you yelling about in there?”

Davey very nearly rolls his eyes.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “It’d just be nice if my assistant would fucking assist me sometimes, instead of asking me a million questions about every stupid little thing. He drives me insane, I swear.”

Jack quirks an eyebrow.

“Fire him, then.” He shrugs. “You’d have to start calling your own Ubers and picking up your own coffees, though… might be tough.”

Davey is pretty sure he’s joking, but he does have a point— Romeo takes care of a lot of the day-to-day shit that Davey himself doesn’t have time for anymore, everything from posting on his social media to ordering his groceries. He does a lot more than anyone gives him credit for.

“I’m not gonna fire him. He’s a good kid,” Davey sighs. “I’m just… pissed off right now. I needed to get outside and breathe for a minute.”

Jack finishes his sandwich, crumpling up the foil and shoving it into a pocket of his apron. He then reaches into a different pocket and procures a joint and a lighter.

“Here.” He holds them out to Davey. “Chill out a little.”

Davey blinks, staring more at Jack’s tattooed fingers than what’s held between them, and then quickly shakes his head.

“Sorry, no. I don’t smoke.”

Jack laughs.

“You’re a model, and you don’t smoke?” he teases. “That’s funny, tell another one.”

Maybe it was a good thing he hasn’t talked much to Jack before— he’s really fucking annoying.

“Fine, only cigarettes,” Davey ultimately concedes. “I’m not into weed.”

Jack shrugs and lights the joint, taking it to his own lips for a puff.

“Suit yourself.”

It’s quiet for a second as Jack exhales the smoke. He’s a real picture of effortless beauty— he’s obviously not thinking about his appearance right now, but there’s something almost untouchable about how casually gorgeous he is.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Davey ends up adding, “but I get so hungry when I’m high. I’m on a diet right now, so I can’t do that to myself.”

Jack shakes his head.

“Models… maybe that’s why you guys are brats. You’re hangry all the time.”

“Hangry?”

“You know, hungry and angry. You get all irritable because your agent convinced you a human can survive on, like, three almonds a day, when any sane person knows that’s bullshit.”

Davey’s stomach grumbles annoyingly, as if on cue. He’s not even that hungry. He already had a coffee this morning anyways, which should’ve been enough to get him through to dinner time.

“You’re kind of a dick,” Davey remarks. He wouldn’t typically be so blunt, but his bad mood is making him lose his filter. “What’s your deal?”

Jack shrugs.

“I’m tired. People think I’m an asshole for trying to take my time and do my job right, but when I rush it and cut corners to keep people happy, they get pissed that it doesn’t look good. There’s no winning, and it’s fucking exhausting.” He takes another puff of the joint. “Pays the bills, though.”

Davey rolls his eyes.

“That hat you’re wearing retails for, like, five hundred dollars. I think it pays more than your bills.”

Jack laughs, and it’s not that cynical chuckle from before. He actually smiles, caught off guard by the remark.

“Fair point. In my defence, I got the hat for free from a photoshoot. Another perk, I guess.”

Davey finds himself smiling too.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“I’ve been playing with it forever,” Jack replies, “but professionally, about five years. How long have you been in the game?”

“Almost a year.” Davey pauses. “I was in school— I actually finished undergrad and got into law— but it wasn’t right. I got scouted in August, and thought fuck it, I might as well try. It worked out pretty well, I’d say.”

Jack eyes him sort of curiously.

“You gave up law school for this?”

“Got out of going to law school, more like. I didn’t want to do it.” Davey shrugs. “It was more my parents’ thing. I wasn’t that interested.”

Jack blows a ring of smoke, almost absentmindedly.

“How do they feel about your career change?”

Davey shakes his head.

“I haven’t talked to them in, like, a month, if that tells you anything.”

“Damn.” Jack offers the joint to Davey again. “You sure you don’t want some?”

A pause.

“Fuck, I guess a couple hits couldn’t hurt.”

Jack grins and passes it over.

“I knew it.”

Davey silently takes a breath of smoke. It’s been forever since he’s indulged this way, and it feels good. He coughs a little on the first hit, but his head almost immediately feels clearer, so he goes for another.

“Feel better?” Jack asks, after a long moment.

“Yeah,” Davey breathes. “Thank you.”

He passes the joint back to Jack, who stubs it out on the railing— there’s just enough left that he could relight it for a few more puffs later, once this little buzz wears off.

“We should hang out sometime,” Jack offers. “I’d like to get to know you, Jacobs.” He pauses. “Any relation to Marc?”

“Nope. I walked for him in the spring, though.” Davey laughs softly. “You’re right, we should hang out. I’m going to Paris tomorrow, but I’ll be back in two weeks— let’s plan for then.”

Jack picks his coffee up from where he set it on the windowsill.

“I’ll bring the weed, if you bring home some cool European snacks for us to try.”

Smoking and snacking are both habits that Davey should be trying to avoid— but god, would it ever feel good to unwind when he gets home from this work trip. Maybe he deserves a night to relax with a new friend.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, against his better judgement. “I should go, but I’ll DM you, okay?”

“Perfect,” Jack says. He waves as Davey turns to head inside. “Have a great trip. Take it easy on your poor assistant, okay?”

Davey laughs.

“Will do. I swear I don’t normally yell at people like that. Just… running low on patience today, y’know?”

That’s a stretch— he runs low on patience pretty often these days, and Romeo tends to take the brunt of it, but Davey pays him to deal with it, so he doesn’t feel that bad about it. When you’re a star, there’s certain things you can get away with: Davey’s occasional bitch fits are no worse than Jack’s famous temper tantrums. When you’re at the top, who’s going to give you shit about it?

“Oh, I know.” Jack winks. “I think we’ve got a lot in common, Dave.”

Davey smiles coyly over his shoulder as he heads back inside. He knows he looks good— he revels a little in the way Jack’s gaze stays glued to him. Maybe he’s admiring his own work, but maybe he’s admiring the canvas underneath it.

“I think you might be right. See you around, Kelly.”

And then he’s immediately being hurried back into a makeup chair so someone can clean his face, in order for him to be whisked off to the fitting that he’s already late for— at this point, people know better than to expect him to be on time.

Again, he’s a star, he does what he wants.

If he wants to waste time smoking outside with Jack Kelly, nobody’s going to stop him. Maybe he’ll make a habit out of it.

#in which davey is a bitch and jack is an asshole and they just work.#they are deeply unpleasant bc of their respective mental health issues that they refuse to deal with and now they enable each other teehee #poor romeo lol #idk why i picked him when i could’ve picked any newsie it just felt right #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #model au #my writing #i hope this is the vibe you were going for!!! ily jac!!

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navstuffs · 2 years

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Favorite Mistake

Pairing: Steve Rogers x GenderNeutralAgent!Reader

Summary: You have been secretly meeting someone you shouldn't have.

Warning: songfic, mention of smut (i cant write smut yet), angst, AU fanfic, no use of y/n, Galaxy is reader's agent name.

Authors's note: im OBSESSED with Favorite Mistake by Giveon and i knew i had to write about it but DID NOT want to write about cheating. finally got this idea in my head and i'm gonna try to do justice to this smooth/perfect song. lyrics to the song are in italic while text messages are in bold. this might have a second part but i dont promise anything and idk when would come out

Are you on your way? Are you comin' soon to me?

The rain was hitting light against your bedroom's window. Weather Channel meteorologist had warned about rain all night, with chances of thunderstorms in the whole city. You played with your shirt, pondering if that was the right outfit choice, staring at yourself in the mirror. It was simple but effective. Modesty-wise, you looked good. Sexy almost.

You should have gotten used to this by now, but every time your phone vibrated with that message earlier in the day, you would get nervous. Like the first time you entered S.H.I.E.L.D, or the test to become an agent, or the first time working with the Avengers. You passed all those situations with honors so you shouldn't be technically so nervous.

Your phone vibrated again, startling you. You breathe deeply, your heart bumping into your chest. After attempting to unlock your phone two times unsuccessfully, you finally read the single message.

Are you ready?

Nope, you weren't.

-x-

Is my secret safe? Safe with just you and me We can't leave a trace This is my favorite mistake

You didn't look at your driver during the whole ride. You entered the car, fidgeting with your phone, reading past messages. What started a few months ago as a distraction, had developed into something more intense. Intense enough for you to be breaking S.H.I.E.L.D rules to fuck another agent. Intense enough for you both to keep coming back to each other.

Maybe this was finally going to be the last time. You knew this couldn't continue, you wanted to stop.

After forty minutes of driving, your driver stopped. You breathe deeply, feeling the driver's eyes on you through the rear mirror. Maybe this wasn't a new driver, at all. Maybe it was the same person who picked you up the first time. When you went back shaking head to toe to your apartment.

Your phone vibrated again and you jumped, opening the door of the car and getting out. As soon as you hit the car's door, the car went away, leaving you in the rain that was picking up stronger. You looked around the empty street, not one single living soul, and to the old building in front of you. Unlocking your phone, you read the message with a single number: 201.

Decided, you made your way inside the building.

-x-

Oh, look in my eyes Can you find the lies? Do you feel alive? Look in my eyes

You were in front of apartment 201 and your body suddenly turned into jelly. The building seemed completely empty, abandoned almost. Your reaction was dumb and you knew it since it wasn't going to be the first time but every time, every single time it felt like it. You didn't knock on the door, entering the dark room.

You could see his shadow sitting down in a chair, facing the window. He probably watched as you arrived.

"You took awhile" The man's serious voice greeted you. You ruffed, closing the door behind you.

"Well, I am sorry you got this place far away from everything. It is not like I wasn't ready when you texted arrived."

You gave a few steps inside the room. There was a big bed that didn't look old or dirty, with sheets clean, almost like new. The only window was the one he was sitting in front, facing against you in that chair. Looking at the bathroom, you knew you would have to wait to go to the bathroom in your house. At least, you wished you could pee.

"You gotta start looking for the ones with nicer bathrooms" You complained, a little louder than you should have.

You heard the man getting up from the chair, making his way towards you. Although you tried, always tried, your heart and your body betrayed every time Steve Rogers walked to you with so much intensity. You stood there, watching as he closed the distance between you two, the good Captain America facade completely gone. And you loved it.

"H-hey."

Steve didn't answer, his eyes scanning your body, your raincoat completely wet with the rain.

"Are you ready to take those off?" He wondered and you blinked. You nodded, feeling his warm hands helping you take your raincoat.

Steve was slow that night. You liked the slower nights since he liked to take his time. No rushing to the bed or not getting your clothes ripped. Not that you didn't like that, but it was nice when Steve took his time. You let yourself melt in his hand as he started rubbing your body. You didn't get that much rain but didn't realize how cold you felt before.

"Thanks, Ste- Captain."

Steve hummed in accordance. He positioned his face in your neck as he held tightly to you. How much you loved this: you knew it was wrong, you knew it was against the rules of what you had fought so hard to get in, but there wasn't any better feeling in the world. Getting fucked by Captain America himself in those dubious buildings, letting him give himself for you, for you only.

Steve's hand went to rub your hips for a second, then down to your ass, grabbing it. You held back a moan, distributing kisses on Steve's neck. How could he smell so good?

"No. Remember, I want to hear every sound," Steve warned you, grabbing one of your asscheeks more firmly. You let out a moan. "That is it."

Without warning, he lifted you up. Instinctively, you surrounded your legs around his hips, his hard-on pressing against your groin. You two stared at each other in the dark, your hands itching to rub his face but holding back.

"Are you ready for me, Galaxy?"

"Yes, Captain."

-x-

We both know it's wrong but you're still comin' over Even when you're gone the feelin' just grow stronger Should leave it alone but you're still gettin' closer

You probably slept an hour before waking up. It was still dark outside and the thunderstorm was hitting stronger. Steve was laying on your side, still naked, his body almost glowing in the dark, his hand lazily rubbing your back. He had his eyes closed, but you knew he was awake. He always woke before you. Super soldier serum.

"Are you good?" Steve wondered, his eyes still closed.

"Mhm." You answered, stretching your body. Except for a good pain in the middle of your legs that would last for a while, all the bites marks, and future bruises in your hips, you were feeling extremely good.

"Good," Steve replied, opening his eyes.

"Did you sleep at all?"

"A little bit. Not much."

A flash of lightning lighten up the room and Steve's hands went to hold your body, almost as if protecting you. Six seconds later and you could hear the thunder sound, Steve's rapid breath against your head. You welcomed his warm body against yours, laying your head against his chest.

"I didn't know Captain America was scared of lightning." You bit your lips, half smiling.

"I am not."

"Are you sure? I am not the one cuddling for support here."

Steve jerked away from you, suddenly getting up. Well, shit. You guys had been doing so well lately. You had the feeling you had gotten closer: Cuddling, talking shit, and telling jokes. He had been more Steve Rogers, reserving Captain only to the sex time. You watched as Steve put on his black underwear, standing with his back against you.

"Steve? You know I was just teasing you, I am so-"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. suspects of something." His voice deepened a tone.

Your heart stopped beating. What?

"They asked Bucky and Sam a couple of days ago. They had been pestering Natasha about us but she won't tell them a thing."

"Okay? Do you think they know about us? Did they ask you anything?"

"No. Not yet."

"I see."

You got up from the bed, rapidly dressing your clothes. You two kept those encounters so secret, that not even Steve's friends knew about the locations or when you met. You knew S.H.I.E.L.D was going to eventually discover anyway.

"Are you sure none of them talked? Are you sure?"

"Galaxy..."

"Don't Galaxy me, Steve Rogers. Are we sure?"

Steve placed his hands in your arms and gently turned you to face him. He was already fully dressed, the baseball cap the only thing missing. For a second you got distracted by the leather jacket Steve was using. You should have asked for him to leave it during sex.

"I trust my team with my life. If they say they didn't tell, they didn't." Steve's blue eyes stared at yours and you knew he wasn't lying. You nodded and he got closer locking your lips with his again. It was for a long second until you separated. "I don't want to stop with us. I still want to meet, if you want it."

You stared into his blue eyes for a second before turning around. You should finish this. It was doing no good to anyone since it had started. You two promise no feelings involved, no lovey-dovey shit but it had been getting harder to stay away. The meetings had been gotten more frequent and you knew you were reaching a new side of Steve you have never seen before. He was opening himself to you more and more, being vulnerable. You had to make a decision.

"I don't want to stop with us, as well. I like us. More than I should."

Steve let a relieved sigh as closed the distance between you two, his hands placing into your hips to turn you to face him. Steve seemed to be wanting to kiss you again but something seemed to stop him.

"I gotta go, don't I?" You wondered, watching his expression go cold.

Steve didn't answer, starting to involve you again. With his kisses, his hands, his body. You knew you needed to leave when your time was up, it was crucial for the relationship to continue, but it was getting more difficult to do so. You slowly got away from Steve's arms, putting on your raincoat.

"I will see you around, I guess."

"Be faster, next time."

"Find one with a nicer bathroom next time, Cap."

Steve smiled and watched you leave. He wanted to stop you, grab you back to the bed and make love to you, whisper dirty things in your ear, and cuddle until the morning, but he couldn't. He walked to the window, observing you enter the car to be driven away.

For a second, he stood there, feeling weak and sick to his stomach. He hated that you had to leave and he hated what he was doing to you. He walked towards his cap, finding the micro-headset in a secret compartment. Tony's doing. Steve put on his ear, turning it on.

"They are gone." He announced.

Two seconds passed when Sam's voice cut the silence.

"Are you okay, Captain?"

No. Not really.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just find stupid I need bodyguards now."

"For your own protection, Cap," Clint argued and Steve rolled his eyes. Like anything could hurt him physically, especially Galaxy.

"Steve, until we know what is the true Galaxy's deal if they are a traitor or not, I won't leave you alone." Bucky's voice sounded adamant.

"Neither me, Cap."

Steve shook his head, putting on his cap. Two days ago, Nick Fury and Tony Stark had a very particular and serious conversation about you possibly being a traitor. Both Tony and Nick didn't care about the relationship, but they wanted to know what was Galaxy's true motivation. They wanted to start slow because they understood how important you were to Steve. Steve didn't want to believe them.

Steve knew you from the first time you entered SHIELD. He watched you train, your face and posture always focused on the task ahead. You looked so terrified on your first mission together. Your desire to save and help people. Steve remembered you shielding a few kids with your own body against an explosion.

The first kiss he gave you, a kiss he had been wanting to do for a long time, his first kiss since Peggy. When you first shared a bed and Steve would always be ashamed to admit how rough he was with you that day, but he never realized how deeply he wanted you. Your face as he gave you orgasm after orgasm, your legs wrapped against his hips, begging for more.

He couldn't believe you could be a traitor.

Selling SHIELD's secrets for money. For the enemy. That wasn't you.

So now Steve had a mission. Every time he met you, he needed to try to get more information out of you. Analyze you. Save you from being a traitor. Steve knew you weren't. It was impossible.

He was going to prove it. He needed to.

-x-

Our secret's safe so you're my favorite mistake That's why we gotta keep it on the low

You entered your house, running to your bathroom. You needed to pee so badly, damn Steve not getting good places with clean toilets at least. Sure, it would be nice to have a nice shower. It would be nice to shower with Steve once.

You washed your hands, looking at yourself in the mirror, the recently fucked version of yourself. You were a mess. A mess that was more relaxed. You hang your raincoat to dry in the bathroom. Rain was going to continue for a few more days, so you needed that dry. You knew you were going to hear from your co-workers tomorrow. You knew it was just a matter of time until one of them had connected the dots between you and Captain America. The fast look that came from him. Or maybe it was your looks, he always faked so well.

You let your body fall into your sofa, grabbing your phone. You texted the same number Steve texted you earlier.

Home.

You were going to drop your phone to your side since he never answered from the same phone but was surprised to get a reply back.

I'm glad. Stay safe.

Strange. Steve never answered you from the same phone. He always used different numbers to text you. You shrugged, relaxing a little more before the so deserving shower before bed. You were going to sleep like a baby.

You heard the footsteps on your door running away, getting up to find an envelope on your side of the door. Grabbing it, you opened: an empty piece of paper. There was nothing written front in back. Nada. You ran to your bathroom, grabbed your raincoat, and ran outside, still dressing it. You had no time to lose now. When you received one of those, you had to always hurry. The rain was very strong now so you couldn't see anyone ahead but it was good like that. You rapidly made your way to the meeting point, a dark alley not far from your house, that smelled dead and rotten.

"Someone saw you?" A voice asked you in the darkness.

"No."

"You met him tonight."

"Yes. They suspect me." You confessed, your eyes scanning everywhere. You knew Steve's team had been around when you arrived. Sam, Bucky Barnes, and probably Clint Barton. You wondered if Natasha was up to this as well.

"As expected, eventually. What are you planning on doing?"

"I will do what was asked of me. You have my word."

"We shall see, shall we?" You felt the presence leaving and stood in the rain, alone. You had to act a little faster now.

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