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lovebugism · 9 months

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“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader

idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭

thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.

“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”

Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”

Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.

The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.

“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”

You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.

“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”

A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.

Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.

His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.”

You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”

The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice.

Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.

“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts.

It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag.

Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.

“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.

“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain.

“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”

Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”

Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden.

You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.

The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.

“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”

“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.

“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”

The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”

“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”

“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back.

While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.

You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout.

And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it.

And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.

That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.

Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”

“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”

You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.

“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.

He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”

There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”

You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.

“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”

“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.

Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”

“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?”

Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”

“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”

One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.

“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”

“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.

The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily.

“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been.

He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.

You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.

“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”

“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.

His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”

“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.

He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever.

You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.

“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”

“Shut up…” you murmur.

“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”

“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.

“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.

Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”

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inlovewithpandora · 1 month

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ᥫ᭡ — Ass Obsession

Artists — Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Music Submission from: Anonymous — “Whatchu doing out here wit all that ass baby?” With rafe, he’ll smack it in jeans, leggings, shorts, a skirt, in a DRESS. as long as he’s got his hands on your ass, he’ll grab it infront of his friends when you try to hand him the bottle of beer you brought back from the bar while he plays golf with topper at the country club, he’s so set he’s obsessed with it grabbing it and smacking when he fucks you nice and slow while you beg him to go faster, then he’ll make you ride it in reverse cowgirl while he controls it and he’ll put that ass to work 😫😫

Genre — Headcanons

Lyrics — Rafe who’s obsessed with your lovely ass and has to find a way to admire or smack it in every situation.

Music Advisory — fluff, light smut (17+), implied brat!tamer Rafe/ implied brat!reader, implied Dacryphilia kink, brief mention of recording sex, brief p in v scenes

Duration — 700 words

Words from Artist — My first Outer banks fic! I’m so excited to be sharing this fic with y’all. I’ve been wanting to write for obx for a while and now I’m finally doing it. Thank you anon for sending this in, I hope this fic finds you and that I wrote your request to your liking! Send me an ask and lmk how you feel about the fic. Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

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木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves smacking your ass in any type of clothing you wear. Wearing a pair of jeans or leggings that are sculpting your ass perfectly? He’s smacking it.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves when it’s a hot day in Outer Banks because he knows you’ll be wearing a pair of those tiny shorts that are only a few inches longer than your panties.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who enjoys watching you run around the beach in your bikini so he can admire the way your ass ripples with each step you take.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who’s happy when you decide to come to the gym with him and workout because he gets to watch you do squats in the TikTok leggings he bought for you that makes your ass look 10 times fatter.

When you’re in the zone, doing your third set of squats, you realize that you don’t hear the clanking of the bench press every so often when Rafe takes a break in between reps. You turn around to see what he’s doing and you see him standing behind you with his eyes honed in on your ass while biting his lower lip, making you playfully roll your eyes. “Rafe, aren’t you supposed to be working out?”

“I can’t concentrate with your ass moving like that in front of me.”

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes his lap your permanent seat. He wants to feel your soft cheeks against him, wrap his arms around your waist, and rub his hands on your thighs.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes your ass his permanent hand placement when out in public so he can scare men away and let them know your his and his only. When he notices a man staring at you he gives your flesh a firm squeeze to let him know you’re already taken.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves bringing you to the country club with him when he wants to play golf with his friends so he can watch you walk around in a tennis skirt that shows the bottom of your cheeks when a breeze flows by.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who asks you to grab his golfballs out of every hole after he sinks the ball so he can watch your pretty little ass on display as you bend over and pick it up.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who doesn’t mind grabbing your ass in front of his friends. He loves showing you off anyway and this just allows him to let his friends know what they’re missing out on. He loves bragging to Topper and Kelce about how many perks come with you being blessed in the backside region.

“She knows how to throw that shit back, I love putting that ass to work.” Rafe gloats with a glint in his eye, taking a swig of his beer as a flashback runs through his mind from last night from when he had you bent over his kitchen counter, begging him to go faster as he rails into you.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who thanks you for grabbing him a beer from the bar with a smack on the ass and a smirk before whispering in your ear that when you get home he’s gonna wear your ass out.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves fucking you nice and slow from behind, too mesmerized by watching your ass slam against his pelvis and how your pussy is eating his dick up to change his pace.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes you ride his dick in reverse cowgirl so he can cherish the view of round ass and control the way it moves against him because if he lets you take control you'll have him finishing too quick.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who sends a smack to your ass during sex each time you do something he loves, it a physical thing he does sometimes to let you know your pleasing him well instead of verbally praising you.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who punishes you when you're being bratty by bending you over and sending harsh slaps to your ass while feeling his dick get hard at the sight of eyes are filling with tears and how you're begging him to stop, even though you and him know that you don’t want to stop one bit.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who sometimes pulls out his phone and records mid-session when you're throwing it back. You’re doing so well that he just has to have this video for later when you aren’t around and he needs to jerk off for a quick release.

木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves pulling out of you when he’s close to cumming and finishes on your ass, spraying his sticky white cum on every inch of your skin as an act of marking his territory. It fills him with pride knowing that he’s the only one that’s ever gotten to see your ass in such a marvelous way and he would love to keep it that way.

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ellastone-olsen · 3 months

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I’d love to request a Lizzie x Reader smut fic where Reader is Lizzie’s stunt double - almost uncanny in how identical they are - and after a late night training session together, things really heat up between them.

Are we the same person ? | Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!stunt double!reader

Summary: Elizabeth has always liked her stunt double, but no one knows how much she likes you.

★Warnings: NSFW 18+, alcohol, thigh riding, fingering, oral, it looks like selfcest but it isn’t, fluff I love fluff

★Word count: 1.6k

★AN: another interesting request, how could I not write this?

Wanda 838's body flies sideways through the staircase railing and lands on the kitchen table, breaking the furniture into splinters. "Stop! Cut!” You hear the director's voice and try to get up from the floor. It definitely hurt, even with the safety lines. Elizabeth, dressed as the scarlet witch, immediately approaches you, offering a helping hand.

"Hey how are you? Are you seriously hurt?» You took her hand and stood up, groaning in displeasure. The thigh on which you landed was in pain, there was no doubt that there would soon be a bruise there, but that’s your job. "Thank you. This is probably the most traumatic scene in the entire film." You tried not to show how much the fall had unsettled you. Someone approached the two of you to shower Elizabeth with compliments about the work she had done, but the woman brushed the man aside like an annoying fly. “I’m busy right now, isn’t it obvious?” She didn't even notice who it was.

You were flattered by the attention of a star of her level to a simple stunt double like you. Elizabeth has said more than once how ideally suited you are for this position and even joked that you and she are more twins than her famous sisters. Perhaps it was so, the other actors on the set when they saw you for the first time were shocked by your similarity, right down to your facial features and hairstyle. “Admit it, have you been preparing for this job all your life?” They made fun of you.

You and Elizabeth crawled arm in arm to a small trailer park where each was signed with the names of the main cast. As an stunt double , you weren’t entitled to such luxury, so the woman brought you into her “home on wheels” and closed the front door with her foot. “You really shouldn’t have done that, Lizzie. Besides, you need to change your own clothes, you’re still the scarlet witch.” You joked with her in a warm, friendly manner. You spent a lot of time training together and managed to become friends. You were glad to have the honor of not being a stranger to her, but you always wanted more.

“No, you do such a big work and I want to take care of you for once before you sneak home as soon as the cameras turn off.” Your heart swelled at her words. Lately, your relationship has become much closer, which did not go unnoticed by your colleagues on the set and the paparazzi. “Okay, fine. But you still need to go and get rid of this entourage, no matter how much I love Wanda, but give me Lizzie back.” The woman sighed and left the trailer, promising that she would return soon, leaving you alone. A hot bath or shower (depending on what is in this box) would definitely be welcome right now.

“No, look, I do this part, and then you replace me.” You were sitting in the private small gym in Elizabeth's house and rehearsing for tomorrow's big scene. As soon as you entered the house, the older woman immediately offered you something to drink and took out a bottle of pomegranate wine. Now each of you has drunk a glass and your brain has begun to get confused in this whole huge scenario and the replacement of you with her and back. “Get up, come here.” The woman rose to her feet to rehearse again. You walked up to her and she wrapped your body in her arms, guiding you.

“I've practiced this scene alone too many times, look if you do it like this...” She took your hands in hers and made the motion the way Wanda would cast a spell. She pressed herself dangerously close to you and you turned your head, coming face to face with Elizabeth. You were frozen in that position and your wine-clouded brain was screaming for a kiss with the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, who was holding you in her arms. Your green eyes looked into her equally green ones and it seemed like little sparks were running around.

Elizabeth has made hints about her sexuality more than once in interviews, and when she realized that she was attracted to her double, it was not a surprise to her. The only thing that confused her (but only at first) was your too strong resemblance. Later, the thought of sleeping with “herself” began to seem too attractive to her. She would even say that this became her kink. And now, when you were dressed the same, with the same hair, from afar it was impossible to tell who was who. This turned her on even more, but the woman did not have the courage to admit it.

“Lizzie...” your whisper broke the ringing silence and the woman returned from her thoughts. She tried to back away, but you had enough impudence for both of you. You took her hands in yours and closed the distance again. "What do you want?" Her gaze running over your face, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Your lips almost touched hers and you asked the last question in a whisper. "Can i kiss you?" A hum of agreement was all she could muster and you placed a quick kiss on her lips. And then another and another. The pace became faster and hungrier and you began to kneel down along her body. Hands lifted her black sports T-shirt so that lips left kisses on her toned stomach. The woman's hands slid into your hair and you looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

As you pulled her sweatpants off, your mouth kissed every exposed piece of skin: her hip bone, her upper thighs. When the pants and underwear slid down to reveal her center, you noticed how a string of sticky moisture stretched from her dripping pussy to her panties. “So wet.” Elizabeth stepped out of her unnecessary clothing and you pulled her down so she could sit on your lap, straddling you.

“Y/N...” She squirmed on top of you and took off her shirt, revealing her full breasts. Your lips wrapped around the nipple and the women let out a quiet moan, like a sob. Lizzie took your hand and lowered it to her crotch, wanting the long-awaited relief. “Now you see me without clothes, do we still look alike?” She needs to know this. Two fingers pushed inside, stretching the tight warm walls and you answered. "Absolutely identical." She began to ride your fingers, bouncing and squirming like a snake. She grabbed your shoulders for balance and moaned into the crook of your neck. Your other hand stroked her back and you whispered to her what a good girl she is, how well she doing for you. And when your fingers curled, pressing against the sensitive spot inside, she came, moaning into your mouth as she kissed you.

It was hard for you to sit on the hard floor of the gym and you leaned back to lie down and wrapped your arms around Elizabeth to prevent her from falling. The woman lay on top of you and sprinkled small kisses on your face, neck and lips, whispering quiet “Thank you.” Again and again. When the older woman's breathing returned to normal, she attacked your neck, biting lightly, making you squirm in place.

“I need to make sure your words are true.” That's all she said before instantly undressing you and pressing her lips to your bare chest with already hard nipples. You didn't lie. "You look as precise as I showed, although it wasn't difficult." She teased. Women’s teeth left bites on the surface of your stomach and thighs, what difference there will still not be visible, you thought. Let her to do what he wants, you told yourself, but all that came out was whining. “Oh please, I need you so much.”

And she gave you what you asked for, reaching your dripping center, she licked and sucked it clean so she could immediately push three fingers and pound into you at a fast pace. “So beautiful...” Lizzie whispered and placed a hand on your stomach to hold you in place. “Oh my God, oh my God!” You screamed into the empty gym as you came all over her fingers and tugged at her hair, pushing her head closer. "Yes! Fuck!” You fidgeted all over her face, unable to control yourself, you've been dreaming about this moment for too long.

When it was all over, the woman came up to you to give you one last kiss and stood up, picking up the clothes scattered on the floor. You looked at her in confusion, not understanding what it meant. It's good that she answered your silent question. “Are you just going to lie on the floor or are you going to come upstairs with me and take a shower before bed?” Sleeping in the same bed with her? Hugging? Oh, of course, this prospect immediately brought you to your feet.

“If we arrive together tomorrow, the paparazzi will again shout about our non-existent romance.” You said this with deliberate indifference, as if you really didn’t care what happened to you next. But Lizzie wrapped her arms around your shoulders to ask another question. “Who said that this is a non-existent romance? Hmmm” Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what to answer, the gears in your head were spinning intensely, processing what was said.

"Nobody." You answered. "Nobody said that."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat #wandanat x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda marvel

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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you and me together

summary: a growing rift between you and carlos mixed with late night celebrations for an old friend + a little insta au at the end!

words: 1,345

a/n: this is the first time i've gotten a request for a fic so a big thank you to anon for sending this in! i've been fixated on who will win wimbledon 2023 so i had to incorporate a few tennis players 🎾

Carlos had managed to score some much-needed time off to make it to Wimbledon. The two of you had always dreamed of witnessing the pinnacle of tennis, booking the trip ages ago when the two of you were on steadier ground. Carlos was going to join you after his stint at Silverstone, while you had landed in London a day earlier to reconnect with college friends.

"Looks like Taylor's the hot favorite this year," you grinned. You and Taylor had a loose connection through Alexa, his cousin, who happened to be your college roommate. Whenever Taylor felt overwhelmed by the pressure of ATP rankings, he would swing by their apartment unannounced. The easygoing Californian would tag along to frat parties, going in as a stranger and emerging with a whole crew of newfound friends. You had played the role of Taylor's personal chauffeur, escorting him home in his intoxicated state, all the while indulging in his drunken rants about seeds, tournaments, and prize money. You always had a hunch that he had a thing for you, but your busy schedules kept the two of you delicately tiptoeing around the topic, never quite addressing it head-on.

You couldn't help but wonder how different things would be if you had taken a chance on Taylor. Stuck in a relationship that felt stagnant, you walked through the familiar streets of a city where you and Carlos had once roamed during his McLaren days. London summers seemed to stretch on forever, with the sun setting late around 9:30 PM. You and Carlos had once strolled through the city hand in hand, lost in aimless conversation. Now, the demands of your job kept you from accompanying Carlos to race weekends, while he rarely made it home, going straight from races to the simulator in Maranello.

When Carlos strolled into the hotel lobby with Charles by his side, you couldn't help but let out a faint sigh. It wasn't exactly a huge surprise since you knew Charles was a tennis fanatic, and you actually liked hanging out with him. On the other hand, you had secretly hoped this trip would be your shot at reconnecting with Carlos and maybe reviving the dwindling spark. Well, there goes that idea, you thought, feeling a twinge of disappointment set in.

As you entered the hotel room, Carlos asked, "You don't mind that I brought him, do you?" You replied, "No, not at all." Carlos proceeded to mention that he had to hit the gym since the Hungarian Grand Prix was coming up, emphasizing his "no days off" mentality. He affectionately kissed your forehead before shutting the door behind him.

Just as you were about to head out, a text notification popped up. It was from Carlos, apologizing that he couldn't make it to the Gentlemen’s Singles Final. Ferrari had sprung a last-minute PR commitment on him and Charles, but he promised to make it up to you. You were gutted, quickly dialing Alexa's number. You didn’t even feel like watching the match anymore, but she was adamant that you join her in Taylor's box. It had been years since you had last seen Taylor, and you were dazed by just how much he’d changed—a newfound aura of confidence that screamed "America’s No. 1."

"Y/N, it's been too long!" Taylor exclaimed as he pulled you into a warm hug. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you wished him luck and turned your attention to Centre Court, where Taylor was about to embark on an epic showdown against Carlos Alcaraz, the newly crowned world No. 1.

As the final point was won, the stadium erupted into an explosion of applause and admiration. Taylor stood tall, basking in the well-deserved glory of his hard-fought win. Emotions ran high as he shook his opponent’s hand in a display of sportsmanship and mutual respect.

Taylor's victory had set the stage for a night out on the town, and drinks were on him as the entourage made their way into the vibrant Sexy Fish in Mayfair. Congratulations poured in from all directions, amplifying the elation in the air. However, amidst the festive ambience, a pang of longing tugged at your heart, reminding you of the nights you’d spent by Carlos' side, reveling in his victories and beaming with pride.

As the evening progressed and the champagne flowed, you playfully grabbed an imaginary microphone, assuming the role of a reporter. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you turned to Taylor, who stood at the bar, soaking it all in. "You just won Wimbledon! How does it feel to be on top of the world, Mr. Fritz?" you mockingly asked him.

Taylor, caught off guard but never without his notorious charm, grinned and replied, "I don't even have words, Y/N. I wasn't in the best headspace going into the match, but you showed up, and something just clicked. Maybe I'd be World No.1 if you were in my box at every tournament." His playful words made you blush, fully aware of the harmless flirtation at play. You knew you weren't doing anything wrong, yet the room seemed to spin, overwhelming you with a sudden rush of emotions. Excusing yourself, you swiftly made your way towards the ladies' room, seeking a moment alone to gather your thoughts in the midst of the whirlwind celebration.

As Carlos and Charles walked into the restaurant, accompanied by a group of older executives, they immediately spotted you amidst the crowd. Charles couldn't help but make a lighthearted remark, "Funny seeing you here, Y/N! Any chance you can introduce us to the Wimbledon champion?" Relief washed over you, knowing they hadn't overheard your conversation with Taylor. Taylor was stunned to say the least as you walked back to the bar with two rather muscular men by your side.

“Taylor, meet the Scuderia Ferrari boys. Boys, meet Taylor.” The handshake exchanged between the three men was cordial, but Carlos, always quick-witted and ever possessive, raised one of his infamous eyebrows and chimed in, "Thanks for the introduction but I’m your boyfriend more importantly, no?" The playful remark had a tinge of jealousy in it, causing a momentary pause in the conversation.

Just then, Alexa, your ever-supportive confidante, happened to pass by. In her extremely inebriated state, she voiced what had been gnawing at her mind, "Not for long if you don't treat her right. You barely show up for her." Alexa had been there through the ups and downs of your rollercoaster of a relationship, aware of the challenges posed by long-distance and the strain it had placed on the both of you.

Overwhelmed by the weight of it all, you felt the need to escape for a moment. Without a word, you made your way outside, craving the coolness of the night air. Carlos, sensing your distress, followed closely behind. Observing your shivering, he swiftly handed you his navy blazer, offering you comfort in the only way he knew how.

"I'm sorry I haven’t been putting us first lately. I can tell I'm losing you," Carlos admitted with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, his hands fidgeting nervously—a telltale sign of his unease. You could tell he was hurting as he struggled to find the right words. He had been grappling with the reality of your relationship slipping away, yet hesitant to poke the bear.

“It’s not just you, Carlos. It’s me too. Neither of us has been putting in the work and it shows.” Carlos nodded as his gaze softened.

“Where do we go from here?” Carlos muttered.

"Where do we go from here?" you repeated, mulling over the open-ended question. It held infinite possibilities, a multitude of paths stretching out before the two of you. And in that moment, you knew what you wanted more than anything.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked up at Carlos, a spark dancing in your eyes. "Let's just walk around the city like we used to. Take me anywhere, as long as the night ends with you and me together."

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yourusername: what a weekend! catching up with forever friends, getting my steps in, and watching the sunrise with my person 💚

alexafritz: you’re stuck with me for life

yourusername: i love this photo of you, lex! i’d be lost in a world without you 🫶🏼

carlossainz55: solamente mía

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charles_leclerc: calme-toi, mate! i didn’t even get to go but i did meet @taylorfritz 😏

yourusername: get a room

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taylorfritz: you and lex are the best (loudest) cheerleaders 📢

yourusername: rooting for you always!

update: part two here ➡️

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biibini · 3 months

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hello! :DD

i love reading all of your fics, they make me giggle and smile so much <3 (we’re brain rotting together ✨🤞)

it’s my bday today, so i’m wondering if i may request modern mizu and reader spending time together during the reader’s birthday?

nsfw modern!mizu x reader’s bday (request)

tags: loving mizu, soft, morning kisses, affectionate mizu, touchy, cuddling, bathtub scene???, massages, cunnilingus, dom!mizu, praise, dirty talk, dirty praise talk ?, strap on, hickies, riding, receiving head, fingering, aftercare

a/n: omg first off HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY! i hope this isnt too late & thank u for reading the brain rots :) im glad yall enjoy it as much as i do

18+ suggestive content below

modern!mizu would start the bday business in the morning before u wake up

normally, she would wake up in the early morning to go to the gym

but one day without it wouldn’t be the end of the world

besides, she would get the workout later tonight in between ur legs

(yeah i said it, the D is fire🔥, happy wife happy life)

(anyways)

she’d go out and get fresh flowers

prob from the local flower store in downtown

she’d try to be quiet with her motorcycle but if ur a light sleeper, u would know whats up

but she would come back to the apartment quietly and place the flowers neatly in a new vase

before changing back into her pjs, she would place the vase on the desk w a little note saying “good morning & happy birthday baby ♡”

climbing back into bed, u would feel her arms surround u from behind

Mizu sneaks back into bed after successfully finishing her mission: getting a pretty bouquet for her pretty birthday girl. Now under the covers, she turns to look at you. Still fast asleep, her arms wrap your body from behind. She feels you stir awake and hum from her touch.

Mizu hunches over to get a better view of your face. Your eyes flutter open. You look to your left to find Mizu, hair down and looking at you endearingly.

"Happy birthday, baby.", Mizu greets you, giving you a good morning kiss. You smile and kiss her back. "Thank you.", you respond back.

You hook your arms around her neck, attempting to pull her in for more morning kisses. Instead, she stopped you in your tracks.

"Someone left a special present for a pretty birthday girl on the desk."

You looked past Mizu and spotted the vase on the desk, holding your favorite flowers. Your eyes widen in shock. You crawl out of bed and walk over to get a closer look at the bouquet. Laid next to the vase was a note written in Mizu's handwriting.

Good morning and happy birthday baby, it wrote.

You stared at the note in awe, looking back at proud MIzu with a smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You turned around to give Mizu a big hug and many many thank-you kisses.

modern!mizu would attempt to cook a breakfast in bed

she would probably end up asking u for help

but setting up the table? all her

serving u food? all her

setting u down in the chair? all her

she would want to treat her pretty girl well

in an attempt to make something cute, she would try to make heart-shaped pancakes or any shape u desired

it almost worked with the heart but it ended up looking like a squiggly heart

it was still delicious anyways

modern!mizu would def host a birthday lunch or dinner with u and ur friends

she can spend her time with u later tonight

but she wants u to celebrate with others during ur special day

i dont think she would surprise u but she would shock u with how meticulously planned everything is

from the reserved table to the special free birthday cake to the singing of happy birthday at the dinner table

at first, u thought it would just be the waiter and ur friends all sitting around and quietly singing

but akemi brought a karaoke microphone

and then taigen pulled out his speaker

and ringo brought out a tambourine

and mizu with another karaoke microphone

tbh it was ringo and akemi that wanted it to be loud but mizu just went along

its ur birthday it should be celebrated

they all proceeded to sing happy birthday, loud and proud

while ur waiter laughed and played along, happily singing and clapping to the beat

modern!mizu would probably find some way to sneak in "birthday kisses"

aka just more affectionate mizu

i feel like she wouldn't be the biggest fan of PDA but if she's feeling extra loving on ur special day, that goes out the window

if she's not holding ur hand, her arm is by ur shoulder

if her arm isn't wrapped around ur shoulder, it's wrapped around ur waist

and just random kisses

"just because" kisses

"oh it's ur bday" kisses

she's just in love and celebrating ur day

modern!mizu would definitely give u a relaxing bath after a long day of birthday celebrations

if big parties aren't ur thing, she would make sure to make u feel relaxed

she would set up the bath and let u pick whatever scent or bath bomb u wished to use

if it was ur thing, she would always recommend the lavender or jasmine scent for destress

while in the bath, she would set any tea u would like

light a candle

bring a book

if it was up to u, she could join the relaxation

but if u didn't wish for any disturbances, mizu wouldn't mind

but lets face it: ofc u want her in ur bday bath

after ur all settled, she would join right behind u & wrap her arms around ur body

its such a soft and intimate moment

after a day of celebration, u could relax and take a deep breath

You were sitting in the bathtub, filled with warm water, and a jasmine bath bomb quietly sizzling next to you. To your right, you watch Mizu light a lavender-scented candle. As you begin to settle into the bathtub and relax, you hear soft piano music in the background. You take a deep breath and enter your entire body into the bathtub, enveloping yourself in the warm water that Mizu prepared for you.

"Everything alright?", Mizu asks as she sits next to you outside the bathtub.

You nod in response. "Everything's perfect..."

You pause.

"Except one thing."

Mizu tilts her head in confusion. You look up to her, reaching your arm out to her with an open hand: an invitation to join you.

"You're missing.", you smile.

Mizu smiles back. Not a wide grin but a soft smile.

She strips down and enters the bath behind you. The water splashes against the side. Not overfilling quite yet, but almost filled to the brim with jasmine-scented bath water. You turn behind to see Mizu's face highlighted by one of the candles nearby. Her eyes softly gazed back at you, almost shining in the flickering light.

"Come here.", she says softly, wrapping her arms around your body. You lay back as you feel her hands find your sides, gently hugging your body. You feel her lips softly touch your shoulders, inching closer to your neck. Her breath tickles your neck, making you gasp in response.

"Mizu...", you turn your head to get a better view of Mizu.

"Shhh. Just relax.", she quietly mumbled.

"Let me treat my pretty girl on her birthday."

modern!mizu would give u little massages

she's gotten experience from eiji asking begging her to massage his back after a long day

by request, u can ask her to focus on specific pain points

but tbh the feeling of her hands caressing ur back (or anywhere) can send u a one-way trip to heaven

if ur still in the bath, she would wash ur hair too in the meantime

she can do her hair afterwards

the feeling of her fingers digging into ur scalp and back feels oh so good

NSFW content ahead

(oh thank god let's get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu would def give u birthday head

mizu would not hesitate at all

she would slowly start from giving u gentle kisses to worshipping ur entire body

and the finale erupting in between ur legs

strap or no strap, it was up to u

but she was determined to pleasure u either way

modern!mizu would keep on praising u the entire night

the amount of praises u would hear is sinful

a lot of "my love" or "my pretty girl"s but make it 100x

or "my pretty girl is doing so good"

"you like that, don't you?"

"taking my fingers so well... that's my beautiful girl"

(im blushing just thinking ab it)

modern!mizu would leave a dangerous number of marks

typically, she only likes to leave one or two hidden

but since she's already on a roll

she can get a little careless

and totally not leave a few in between your thighs

and around your boobs

and neck

all in all, she'd end the night giving u ultimate treatment aftercare aka just very affectionate and loving mizu

modern!mizu ends ur birthday night with cuddles and sweet kisses and more softer sfw praises until u fall asleep

You and Mizu lay yourselves on the bed, still recovering from the pleasurable highs and moans a couple minutes ago. Wrapped in Mizu's arms, you squeeze her arms tightly.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday day, my love.", you compliment her as you kiss her cheek.

She turned to kiss you fully, one of her arms moving to allow her hand to cup your face.

"Anything for my pretty girl.", she answers back, smiling at you once more before coming closer to give you more loving kisses.

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu bes #mizu x reader #bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x y/n #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai smut #mizu x reader smut #mizu x you smut #mizu x y/n smut #headcannon smut #mizu headcannon #blue eye samurai headcannons #rotting crying thinking ab mizu #mizu come home the kids miss u

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.4k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

You had always had eyes for your friend's brother. It was nearly impossible not to give the fact that he was simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the earth. There were times where Doyoung would smile or laugh and you heart would melt; the other times he would get angry or annoyed, and THAT look…made your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appealed to you more than the ripped guys you'd meet at the gym. You did always wonder what he had hiding under there though, because every time you were at the pool, he either didn’t get in or wore a shirt…Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body didn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though, was that your best friend knew EVERYTHING. And she would tease you mercilessly for it. She was never disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she requested to never have to see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything happening though. To him, you were like another little sister. You had been friends with his actual sister for many, many years, and he probably still saw you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he, and his sister, never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he was five years older, there was never a point where you two were at the same school. You weren’t sure you could handle all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remembered one valentine's day the amount of chocolates and notes he brought home from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out terribly misshapen -still tasty- you ate them yourself.

Little did he know, you had a framed picture with him on your vanity…Not in a creepy way. It was from a few summers back where your group of friends had gone camping and he went along with some of his friends to basically chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just him. Your favorite part of it was that he is standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he ruffled your hair, then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his friends, but you and he sat aside, watching the shenanigans. You were both exhausted but would be teased endlessly if you went to bed, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until later that you had found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he fell asleep with his head resting on yours. Rumor had it, your best friend had a picture, but refused to show you. She claimed she needed it for when she did something otherwise unforgivable and needed an out.

One day you were over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment was settled above her aunt's bakery and so she got a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle had no children themselves, Doyoung was set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by, and his beautiful face always drew people in like flies. It was honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracted you from your studies. Often your friend would catch you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him, daydreaming.

"Yah! Get to work." She tapped the end of her pencil on your notebook.

"Sorry." You snapped out of it and got back to taking notes. Summer break was approaching, which meant so were finals. Not too worried about it you realized you might gain a reason to be if you continued to drift off into Doyoung land. It had become soon to closing time for the bakery, staying open till about six pm that time of year. You decided to take a break and got off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered had been put in the refrigerator and the dishes had long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you wanted. You also had a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you weren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you leaned on the railing to watch Doyoung sweeping in front of the store and wiping tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to above his elbow, and his jeans were perfectly hugging-

"How's studying going?" His voice startled you and your eyes moved from his ass to his eyes. He was looking up at you like a curious bunny and it was the cutest freaking-

"Uh, it's going." You huffed a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

"Do you need any help?" He asked and you blinked back. Should you take the opportunity? You really didn’t need help…You glanced behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

"Uh, yes please. I'll be right down!" You called as quietly as you could for him to still hear you, but not wake her up, and shuffled back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flapped on the stairs as you descended the outside staircase and moved to meet him out front.

"Let's go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler." He smiled and motioned for you to follow. He closed the doors, flipped the sign to closed, and you found a table. There were only three small tables inside, so you had to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removed his apron - dear lord his buttons were STRUGGLING - and moved the chair from across to next to you.

"What class are you studying for right now?" He asked.

"Advanced World History." You weren’t exactly having trouble, but it was the hardest class you needed to study for. His eyes widened then he blinked at you.

"You're, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen." He shook his head.

"Can you now?" You asked and he laughed. Your heart thudded so hard it's like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

"I can try…I should have asked what class before I offered." He huffed a nervous laugh.

"Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I'm talking about." You handed him a green-paper packet and he turned his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He began to go over questions, and you answered, but he tripped you up. You had memorized them in order, and he was reading off at random. This meant you had to actually know what the answer was instead of relying on repetition.

"Daeng! Try again!" He eyed you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkled your nose, thinking.

"You're so cute." he whispered, but you heard it. Your head shot up to stare at him, and realization crossed his face that he said it out loud. You expected him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turned a bright red.

"I'm cute? Me? No, no, you're cute." You had no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you were dead serious. He blinked at you again.

"Cute." You pointed at him. Your deadpan stare and serious tone caught him off guard. He cleared his throat nervously and wouldn’t meet your eye.

"Next question." You waved the situation off, screaming inside. It was like you were having an out-of-body-experience and your filter had been removed, letting him your instinctual thoughts.

"You really think I'm cute?" He put the paper down, sitting up straight.

"You are the cutest thing on the face of the earth." Once again, you were completely serious. His whole face bloomed red, and he brought his hand to his mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

"Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish." You pushed the paper toward him, but he just glanced at it.

"Questions." You poked the paper.

"How long have you thought I was cute?" He put his hand down, the embarrassment dissipating and turning to smugness.

"Forever, continue." Paper was shoved. Finally, he picked up the packet and when his face was hidden, you released a rush of air to try and calm down.

"On a level of one to ten, how cute am I?" Man, he was like a dog with a bone. You rolled your eyes.

"Eleven."

"How long have you liked me?" That threw you off a bit.

"I never said I liked you-" You tried to play it off. He put the packet down.

"You think I'm cute." He smirked.

"Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?"

"Why do you have the hoodie I lost a few years ago in your closet?"

"H-how did you know about that?"

"Saw it in the picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you two got to match."

"It could have been any red hoodie; how did you know it's yours?"

"I didn’t…not until now. Plus… it’s way too big." He smirked and your violent intentions flared to life.

"You little shit!" You scolded and he guffawed. You were sure your face was as red as that sweatshirt.

"How did you even get it?" He questioned and you exhaled harshly.

"I was at your house when it was just me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I wasn’t answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find." You shared and he hummed.

"Just you in my hoodie, hm?" His gaze had changed, and you weren’t sure how to feel.

"Oh, hush, pervert." You mumbled, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You heard the chair scrape on the floor, then felt him standing next to you, close enough to feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracked having to bend back too far. He was so close. If you breathed too deeply your chest would brush against him. That thought made your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air was stolen from your lungs when his hands, his BEAUTIFUL hands, cupped your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips already slightly touching yours.

"Ye-" You didn’t even finish your acceptance and he instantly latched onto you. You whined, any sass draining from you instantly. Carefully, you lifted your arms and clutched his shirt above where it was tucked into his jeans. His hand moved from your jaw to back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand ran down your arm and settled politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulled away and your breath came out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung's respite, he was on you again, this time his tongue snuck past your lips, brushing at yours. You gasped and he swallowed it, backing you up till your back hit the wall. Both hands ended up pinning you in as he placed them on the wall and your hands left his side the clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulled away right as you needed to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connected your lips, and he licked over his own, breaking the connection. He moved to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stopped him.

"We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer." You whispered and he backed up a bit.

"Don’t you live in a dorm?"

"Yes, but my roommate works nights." You were still so close that your lips brushed as you talked. He grunted, backing up, and you moved toward the door so fast, you almost slipped. Your left sandal came partially off, and you fixed it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you entered her apartment and grabbed your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bumped your leg on the table as you moved around and fought back a grunt. His sister was still asleep, so you laid a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you saw he was behind the counter when you reentered, probably finishing last-minute business. You shoved all your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then waited patiently for him to finish. You were sure you looked EXTRA sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He went into the back then came out with his own bag and smiled innocently as he met you.

"Ready?" He whispered directly into your ear, and you wanted to scream YES! but refrained.

"Yep." You tried to stay casual, and he chuckled. He led you outside and across the street to his car. It was nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice. It was a dark blue with black leather seats. You weren’t sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you threw your bag in the back along with his and before you could reach for your seatbelt, he was doing it for you. Right as he clicked it, he gave you a brief peck on the lips. He went to start the car and your hand flung out to rest on his arm.

"Wait…I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?" You did not want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You were pretty sure this was more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you didn’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turned to you, soft, and he sighed.

"Honestly, it was last year that I really realized what was going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there. I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could sing, and you cannot-"

"Hey!"

"I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggle to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way. I only wanted you to smile at ME like that. I've been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend's big brother…" He tapped awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

"My dude, that is like the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that and a daddy kink-"

"Okay, thanks, that's all I need to know!" He sighed again.

"I really, really like you." He finished and you brought your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

"I really, really, really like you." You emphasized the third really. He smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"If this is too fast for you-"

"I have been waiting YEARS for this. Drive!" You pointed forward and he laughed, doing as you said. Once you got to campus, you directed him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There were still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grabbed your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They were gawking at Doyoung, and it pissed you off. You grumbled as your keycard refused to work the first time, getting more upset that you were letting them eye-hump your man…In reality it was probably because there was a dude there, not what he looked like. You finally saw the light turn green and heard the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yanked him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you used your card to enter your room as he looked around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

"Don’t worry these walls are REALLY soundproof." You reassured, shutting the door as he entered.

"How do you know that?" He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything." You motioned vaguely. While your room was clean, bed made, you panicked upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grabbed it, its name might or might not have been Doyoung, and yeeted it into your closet.

"What are you hiding?" He teased and you closed the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

"Nothing." You tried to cover the act up by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hummed suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It was different than before, this felt more like love than lust. It made your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulled back after a much shorter time, and he ran his hands over your frizzy hair.

"You're beautiful." His soft voice made you want to cry.

"So are you," You brought him down to your level again and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so close you could feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifted to your short-clad ass and gripped. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invaded. He was the best kiss you'd ever had. You also had a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moved down, laying wet kisses and sucks on your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucked over your pulse. You knew the position he was in was probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

"Move to the bed?" You offered and he laid one more kiss on your neck, then pulled back to allow you both to move. You barely sat down on the bed before he pushed you lightly onto your back and crawled over you. He stared warmly down at you for a second, then shoved his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

"Ah!" You moaned softly and his lips reattached to yours. He dominated the kiss, and you were totally fine with it. As his tongue wrapped around yours, your hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you could.

Much to your disappointment, he was wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He broke the kiss to remove the shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders did enough for you... While to many that may not be sexy, that was the most of Doyoung's skin you had seen. He smirked at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removed the tank top and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you had never heard of or seen him work out, he was nicely toned. For a man who liked to lie in bed all day, he had a nice body.

"Your turn," He argued when you tried to kiss him again. You swallowed, nervous, but none the less sat up to remove your own tank top. You were in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitated, but removed it as well. Instantly, he was on you. He manhandled you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latched onto a nipple. You sighed at the feeling, never being much sensitive there, but since it was him, you actually shivered a bit…He let go with a pop and you felt a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He landed on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he could question you, you straddled him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you like this." You whispered and he huffed in amusement. As you stroked his skin, his hands grasped at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulled you down and grinded up into you. Since you were both wearing denim, there wasn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself made you both groan. You could tell he was getting harder by the second, and you were sure your underwear was already ruined. He continued to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

"Okay!" you declared, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seemed shocked, but when he tried to protest you shot him a glare. He relaxed back onto his elbows again as you undid his pants. You rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally pulling him out, you gasped, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he was bigger than anyone you had been with before.

"(Y/N)-" Doyoung's thought dropped off when you ran your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan came out, be he did let out a harsh exhale. You had no idea how long you had wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, was going to stop you. Not that he wanted to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to descend. Finally, he let out a light groan and it sounded heavenly. You couldn’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you did. When your lips met the skin of his pelvis and you swallowed, his arms gave out and he flopped onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dug into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallowed again and then began to bob your head, taking him into the base each time. He was getting louder, and his noises made you moan.

"Fuck!" He cursed at the vibration. So, you did it again.

"(Y/N) if you don’t stop, I'm gonna cum." He warned. You didn’t stop. You wanted him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he let out a whining moan and thrust up slightly as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pulled off as he caught his breath. He looked up at you as you made sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing that did something to him, and he shot up, pining you down roughly against the bed. You squeaked in surprise as he rapidly undid the button of your shorts and yanked them off. He paused at your panties; they had little ducks on them. He gave you a look, to which you shrugged, and then those too were yanked off. You watched as he took his fingers and ran them up your soaked slit. You moaned, eagerly anticipating him fingering you. His hands were just so-

"Doyoung!" He had suddenly shoved a finger inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shook you. Without warning he added another finger, scissoring them as you tried to catch your breath. Hovered over you, waiting till you got enough air for him to kiss you. When you could finally breathe easily, his lips attached to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You were in heaven, and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. You weren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He left your lips, and you threw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

"Oppa, I'm gonna cum." You moaned and something about the pet-name got to him, and his movements intensified, his thumb moved to your clit.

"Then do it," he ordered, and you saw white. He continued his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you got too over stimulated, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gaped at him, body feeling limp. By that point he was completely hard again, and he spread your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock against your still twitching hole.

"Oh, please-" You encouraged, and he slowly began to ease into you. The stretch stung a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpowered it. As he slowly got deeper you tried desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside of you, finally, was better than you ever dreamed. He finally was in all the way, barely bumping your cervix. You felt so full.

"G-give me a second." You gripped his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kissed over your face as you got used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

"Ready?" He questioned and you nodded. He started slow, barely pulling out before going as deep as he could, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. Your breath hitched each time.

"More." You pled and he smirked. He hitched your other leg up as well then began to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You could already feel an orgasm building, it made your head swim. Nothing had EVER felt this good. He continued the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind you came undone again. It shocked both of you, and he halted his movements as you clenched around him. His brows furrowed at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard not to cum himself. He wanted to give you the most pleasure he could before he finished. Once your orgasm had calmed, he began the slow pace again. He quickly built speed though and you practically screamed when he began to fuck you in earnest. You were were practically bent in half as he loomed over you, fucking you into the mattress. Your hands flew up to grip at his bare back, your nails dragging and leaving red lines. Doyoung groaned at the feeling and dug his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excited you, more than you thought it would. That was something to be explored later, though. All of a sudden, he pulled out and you exclaimed.

"What-!" With much more strength than you thought he had, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely kept your balance before he slammed back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half fell to the bed, and you gripped the sheets to hold on for dear life. He was deeper now, each thrust ramming his head against your cervix. Tears pricked at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you almost weren’t sure you could handle it. Then, his hand came down harshly on your ass and you yelped.

"Fuck, do that again please." You pleaded and you could practically hear him smirk. He landed another hit, on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bed frame provided by the college rocked, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind you would have made note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students had probably done something like that. That alone proved the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head were gripping your sheets hard, and his hands left your hips to cover yours. He linked his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucked his cock into you, each time he buried fully back into you, more of your braincells floated away. Nothing else came to mind but your impending orgasm.

"Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~." You whined.

"Me too, hold on a bit, princess," he grunted, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand laid on your lower stomach. His thrusts got shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to feel himself inside you.

"Cum inside." You told him and he almost outright stopped.

"I'm on birth control pills, please cum inside." You pleaded and he swore several times, grinding into you. When you felt his hot cum shooting inside, it knocked you over the edge. You saw stars and swore you blacked out for a few seconds. When you came to, he was pulling out and a great deal of fluid was flowing down the inside of your thighs.

"You squirted." He informed and you barely registered what he said.

"Huh?"

"You soaked me." He chuckled and you propped yourself up to look back at him. You gaped at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I've never done that before!"

"Shh, it's okay. It was hot." Doyoung chuckled and you sighed in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you were laying on your stomach.

"Where’s the bathroom?"

"Second door across the living room." You waved your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listened as he partially clothed himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then left your room. Since you didn’t hear anything, you assumed your roommates were not home and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He was incredibly attentive and helped you clean up. Slowly, you sat up as he threw the towel on your dirty laundry. He picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you.

"I have clothes to change into," you pointed at your dresser, and he shook his head.

"Please?" He gave you a smug look and you narrowed your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you buttoned it up and you smiled at how the fabric pooled over you. The sleeves went past your hands, and you could practically wear it as a dress and still be decent to go outside. He sat on your bed, and you just stared at each other for a bit.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, almost sheepishly. You furrowed your brow dramatically.

"What kind of question? YES, of course!" You glared and he laughed, tackling you. Since you were on a twin sized bed, you both could barely fit. He pressed his back against the wall and hugged you so close to him there was still a good four inches of bed at your back. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and reached to pull the comforter over you two.

"What about when your roommate comes home?" He asked as you cuddled. You glanced behind you at the clock.

"I'll text her; she can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let you get up to retrieve your phone. You stood, texting, and he admired you in just his shirt.

"Be nicer if it was red."

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formosusiniquis · 7 months

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today is a new day to find you

Eddie is having the worst day known to man. It might qualify as a catastrophic event. Missing homework, lunch spilled on the cafeteria floor, broken strings at band practice, and that's not even touching Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who keeps talking to him like they're friends. Steve Harrington who has become a new person overnight. Steve Harrington who keeps making hypotheticals about time loops. Steve Harrington who is somehow the best and worst part of his day.

AKA my @steddiebang fic!!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Carol Perkins; Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler; Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson WC: 57K | Rated M | Tags/Themes: Time Loop, Sort of No Upside Down AU, Angst w/Happy Ending, King Steve Growth Arc

Check out my fantastic artists who brought this fic to life, I've been so blessed to have them pick out my fic to make art for! You can find @sammichtastic on twitter at sammichesnstuff and her piece here! You can find @milkychai on twitter too at at milkychai and their piece here!

And a special thank you to my Beta @rainingingeorgia who really helped whip what you're seeing into shape!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (FINISHED)

It was, in a word, fucked that he had to take gym a second time along with the rest of senior year. It was, in several words, absolutely fucking bullshit because he had actually passed gym the first time. Surely, his senior gym credit should still count, even if he’d treated it like office hours to set up deals with meatheads in a venue that didn’t actively put him in harm's way. Well, mostly out of harm’s way, as the blood spotting his uniform shirt can attest.

Hell, there were some days his last block gym class was the only one he’d attend. Slipping in with the bell at 2:15 in time to be the last one in the locker room and out on the line for attendance. Now he’s being forced back through it for what? No seriously, for what? Surely there was some other elective that could fit in this block, shouldn’t the second year senior get first dibs at study hall or something.

Maybe if he complains enough about the loss of his civil liberties. His freedom of expression is being taken from him by forcing him into this shit uniform. Maybe if he’s a big enough headache they’ll just let him leave. He’s learned the rules to enough of these little sports, there had to be a test he could take to prove that he doesn’t need to be a walking target on a volleyball court.

Not that he thinks Jenny Marshall meant to peg him in the face and give him a bloody nose, but the sentiment stands. Between the shorts and the blood he looks like a sad shaky shelter dog or something.

There are, of course, some fringe benefits. Eddie may have to wear the signature Tiger green, but so does Steve Harrington, who definitely has the legs for the outrageously short gym uniform they’re forced to dress out in. And if he’s going to keep looking for that silver fucking lining like he promised Uncle Wayne he would; thanks to Jenny Marshall he gets to ride the bleachers and watch pretty, pretty Steve Harrington bounce around in those shorts for the rest of class. Maybe a more bronzed lining than silver, Harrington hangs onto the sun warmed summer glow even with the October chill creeping in. Freckled thighs with nary a tan line in sight Eddie lets himself wonder if the rumors that had circled the big 18th birthday bash are true: when Harrington’s not in the swim team speedo he doesn’t swim in anything at all.

The volleyball net that Steve is playing at, floppy and torn, is more of a suggestion than a barrier. Now that Eddie is benched, it’s Harrington’s five against Hargrove’s four. The tides haven’t changed in anyone’s favor.

Billy had placed himself across from Harrington at the start of the game, his patience rewarded now as they rotate positions and the King is once again opposite him in the front row. That not-barrier doing all it can to keep the two a foot apart, Hargrove pacing in the eighteen inches of space his position in front of Steve allows. Jenny and her nose killer serve send the ball over to Hargrove’s side of the net. They get it up in the air again and Hargrove smacks the ball down hard between Steve and Sarah Smith.

It hits the floor with a thwack that makes Eddie wince. Almost drowning out Billy’s mean little laugh, but there’s no missing the smug look on his face. The far too proud of himself smirk he sends somewhere to the left of Steve.

It’s for Steve though. Definitely for Steve.

The usurper to the throne, Hargrove has been sniffing for weakness that Eddie was pretty sure wasn’t there. The closest Harrington has ever come to failure was last year’s attempts at Nancy Wheeler, one he seemed to give up as soon as it started.

Tommy H. would be the reason, if Eddie had any guesses. He tried to base an NPC group around the Harrington court once. Tommy a loyal knight to a mostly inept king. Tommy who sidles up close to Sarah, despite his own maiden the Lady Carol playing one net over, smirking the same smug smile as Hargrove -- maybe another weak spot in the Harrington reign -- he says something loud enough to embarrass Sarah if the way she flushes and scurries closer to Harrington’s side is any indication but not enough for Eddie to make out.

He never did get the character balances to work in the game. He scripted and broke down motivation and drive but every time he just couldn’t figure out what Hagan did for Steve. Couldn’t figure out why Harrington kept his so-called friends around.

Gym takes too damn long to end. Or maybe it ends too soon. The final bell that releases him from his prison like Cthulu from the deep is buried quickly under the ringing in his ears as Steve Harrington is calling his name. Resignation fills his spirit, but when the King beckons you wait.

#my fic #steddie #steddie fic #steddie big bang #steddiebang23 #time loop #this will be the fic masterpost so get ready to see it so much #screaming forever #so excited you all are going to see this thing ive been working on for the last forever #and even more excited for you to see the dope art!!!

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futbol16 · 1 year

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Lovebirds • Lucy Bronze

Request: “Could you please do a Lucy Bronze x Reader fic? Lucy and the reader have been dating for awhile and just some moments between them. Some of the Barca girls teasing them about being really lovey dovey with each other.”

Word count: 1,2k

Since Lucy has finally signed with Barcelona, your girlfriend seemed to not be able to spend a minute away from you, something that your teammates found great joy in to start their teasing.

It started on Lucy’s very first day at training when the team noticed that she’d always stick close to you and while she barely uttered a word or two to them, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut around you. But they chalked it up to the language barrier and her asking you for help since you did speak very good Spanish. Then, when she started loosening up a bit and engaging with the others, making jokes, every time your name was brought up she’d either have that dazed look on her face or a light blush. It was adorable, really, but that didn’t mean that you’d miss out on them poking fun at the two of you.

Falling asleep in her arms on the bus after matches became a regular occurrence and she’d look down at you with lovesick eyes as she’d brush the hair out of your face.

“Oi! Lucia, you’re drooling!” Mapi laughed loudly when the brunette wiped at her mouth and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Get back to your girlfriend León.” she shot back before her attention was brought back to you as you muttered.

“Children.” and both girls glared at Ingrid as she agreed.

Arriving at Madrid for games, you held onto Lucy’s hand as you spoke about memories you’ve made in the city from previous games and as Mapi glanced back at the two of you she was sure Lucy was too busy smiling at you to actually listen to what you were saying. This time it’s not her who makes a comment though.

“Lovebirds, hurry up! We actually wanna get to the hotel before the sun sets.” Ana called out to the two of you, the rest of the girls snickering at the two of you as you sped up, but Ana only smiled at you. She was glad you finally had your girl with you, she amongst many of the other girls had listened to you rant about Lucy long before her arrival to the club. They felt like they knew her before they had even met her.

When she scored her first goal for Barcelona against Atlético Madrid, you practically tackled her to the ground, well onto her back since she was already kneeling on the ground. Your ecstatic shout was hard to miss even with the cheering of the fans and soon the others piled on top of you two. Once the celebrations were over, you offered a hand to Lucy and pulled her off the turf to sling your arm around her shoulders and told her how proud you were.

This time the comments from the fans outweighed the ones of your teammate’s, but there still was someone who called out towards the two of you at the team dinner. You were just about to walk out the door of the cafeteria, pulling Lucy behind you when someone shouted “DON’T BE TOO LOUD TONIGHT!”. Laughter erupted in the cafeteria and even your girlfriend was giggling to which you only watched on amusedly.

Walking into the gym Lucy freezes for a second as she watches you do pull ups, biceps flexing. You eventually jump down breathing heavily and shoot a smile to your girlfriend who instantly takes it as a sign to approach you. She reaches out, squeezing your bicep and you chuckle at her.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just funny how you find this so attractive when you’ve got arms like that.” you gesture to her and she grabs a hold of your hand to bring you closer. She smiles down at you, a cheeky smile.

“Yeah? You think this is hot?” she challenges as she flexes her arm, her confident smile almost faltering when you press a kiss to her shoulder and wink at her.

“You know it!” before walking away and she stands there looking like an idiot. Frido laughs at her and Sandra wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Lucy, back to work.” One of the coaches told her.

“Yeah Lucy, back to work!” Sandra mimics with an overly high pitched voice. This catches the youngsters attention.

“She looks red like a stop sign!” Claudia points out with a giggle.

“Or a fresh cooked lobster!”Aitana joins in and you high five both girls who look proud of themselves.

“Ooh burn!”

“Y/N!” Lucy whines defeatedly.

“What? It was funny!” you reason with a shrug and the brunette only shakes her head with a smile.

“She might need some kisses on that burn.”Frido grins.

“Beso, beso, beso!” the girls start chanting and you laugh at them.

“See what you’ve started!” your girlfriend jokes as you walk back up to her. With the looks she’s giving you it’s hard to resist her and you pull her down to your face to give her a hard kiss. The girls cheer as you do so and you smile pulling away.

“Alright, back to work!”you tell her with a light tap to her bum, Lucy once again watching as you continue your workout.

“I love you.” you murmured into her ear at a team bonding night and Geyse immediately spotted the heat creeping up your girlfriend’s neck, she nudged someone next to her and pointed to the two of you.

“I love you too, so much.” Lucy whispered back accompanied with a kiss to your cheek as she pulled you closer to her body. The card game you were playing was quickly forgotten as you beamed up at her with soft eyes and Lucy leaned down to you. Though just before she could kiss you, a card is flicked your way and you look towards Mapi with an annoyed look. She laughs at your expression before pointing to the camera in Patri’s hand that was directed towards you two.

“Patri!” you exclaim as you jump on her and Lucy watches the two of you wrestling and laughing with a fond look. Someone sitting next to her has her looking at them.

“You know, she’s a lot happier since you got here.” Ingrid nods your way and Lucy turns to you holding down Patri before looking back at Ingrid.

“What do you mean?” Technically it was fair of her to not know what the Norwegian was talking about, you were just as cheery now as you were with the English girls. But you knew that it was only because you could be close with your girlfriend.

“It’s not that she didn’t enjoy being here, but she missed you a lot. She was jumping around in happiness when you called her saying you’ve signed with us.” Ingrid speaks again, giving a squeeze to Lucy’s shoulder.

“I missed her too.” she smiles and the girl leaves her in her dreamy state of watching you with your friends.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #lucy bronze x reader #futbol16

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k-dokja · 2 years

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Hi so I'm here to request a scenario for fic for Taehun. Him trying to win back his ex. Maybe he thought he fell out of love with her and he realises he was wrong and now he is trying to win her back. You can put the setting in high school or not it's up to you. Thanks in advance

summary: he was never good at complicated calculations.

settings: broken up + reader has been dating him since high school + open ending.

author’s note: it has been two months since i last wrote for him. i don’t know who he is anymore.

ah, to begin with, it was his misstep.

“let’s end this.”

“end what?”

“us.”

“…why?”

it was the distance, taehoon rationalized. between your schedules and your plans and your future, maybe he was an obstacle in it all. to begin with, there was no happy ending to this mismatch. it was his fault for thinking that someone like you would be happy with someone like him. well, he was young (younger), and nobody could blame him for wistful thinking.

at least, he could stop before it was too late.

“i’m bored.”

it was not honest but at least it aligned with his character. when had he ever been someone better? crude, apathetic, cruel. he has had years to cultivate this image. and if you thought worse of him for it, then fine. at least, you won’t have anything to regret.

“…you mean it?”

“yeah.”

“…okay.”

he should have been elated that you were accepting of his decision. yet, his throat dried and his eyes blurred. but when his regret had the chance to sink in, you were no longer there by his side. taehoon had known it was a mistake soon after the words passed his lips, yet his pride would not let it be otherwise.

time passes after that. the slow crawl of everyday mundane loses any form or shape without you around. his friends prod him about it. once. after his prolonged silence and subsequent departure, the topic of you is never brought up again. it is strange how you were once among his loved ones and now what is left of it can’t even talk of you in his presence.

your support back then has inspired him to go back to competitive martial arts. but without you, he clings to it like a lifeline. training takes up much of his time after graduation, alternating between practising at the dojang and sparring at different gyms. then comes the dip in between, where his thinking is kept to the minimum while he goes on with his days. he never tries to move on.

it’d be easy, if he wants, to have a rebound. but the thought is fruitless because those would be the energy he wasted. better to keep his mind somewhere more productive. he never entertains it, and he never lets anyone in. the misery of his own making leaves him drowning in prayers that one day he will come to terms with his mistake.

he looks up your profile sometimes. a habit that goes bad as time drags on. you never bother to block or delete him and he never uses social media enough to care. later on, when he thinks about that, it stings worse this way. when you’ve decided to let him stay in your life, he has understood your implication. gone were the years you spent with each other. now, he’s too insignificant for you to care and maybe he deserves it.

a heartless treatment for a heartless one.

after your update begins to pop up from oversea, taehoon knows he has no more chances. he makes peace, (tries to) forget about you, and maybe prays that one day he will move on. it is not easy, not in hindsight. a day becomes a week, a week becomes a month, and then a month blurs into a year.

one morning he wakes up, taehoon no longer remembers your face.

only fragments of memories patching into the image of you. he knows your favourite flavour, your favourite food, your favourite stores, yet your voice is nothing but a distant past. his hand itches for him to pick up his phone and refresh his mind. but he resists it, this would be for the best.

he doesn't have time to wallow over it, anyway.

aside from training, he has other plans for once. something about the company's celebration of another milestone for followers, but he doesn't remember the details. only the place and the time stick, that's enough for him. by the time it arrives, he has succeeded in putting you at the back of his mind.

there are days when the thoughts of you are intrusive, like a phantom whisper haunting him. the others are better when he's too busy to worry about his wrongdoing.

today is one of the worse days. he hopes the dinner with the company would improve it, at least. it has been a while since all of them gathered like this. even if only for a while, it helps. thinking about those around him makes him think of his own problems less.

he reaches the restaurant after training and showering. hours of exertion and his subsequent wash clear his mind. he's far more refreshed than ever in clean clothes and hair slightly damp.

hobin's face is the one he spotted before everyone. even among the clutter of friends, the dude has a way of standing out. it's not even his charisma or anything, it's simply his weirdly awkward energy. on the head of the table near him is bomi, who attaches to the group because of hobin more than anything.

to hobin's other side is snapper, then gaeul. those two have continued to be clumsy around each other after the blond finally decided to confess last spring.

then opposite to them, a familiar head of pink trademarked to han gyeol takes up a seat next to her brother, while the other is parked by yeo rumi. hwang mangi occupies the other end of the table with his girlfriend. the girl's name escapes taehoon.

but it doesn't matter. they won't talk anyway.

seeing the entire crew here eases the weight in him a little. he has been a little distant from them after you left, but everyone continues to keep in touch in the group chat. he has never been good at keeping up-to-date with it, but when something matters, they always alert him anyway. else he wouldn't have known about the gathering.

he begins to approach the crew, but then something catches his eye. to the right of yeo rumi, there sits another person. it wouldn't have been a problem, has he not been too familiar with that frame. the hair is longer, softer, and accented in another colour. the clothes are different, he doesn't remember you own those.

it has been over a year, what does he know?

maybe his eyes are tricking him, he can't tell. taehoon pushes the thought down and walks towards them. he keeps his face impassive, he wouldn't be able to push down his emotions otherwise.

"ah, there's taehoon!"

it's hobin who notices him before everyone else, being the one who faces the door. he waves at taehoon, who returns his acknowledgement with a nod.

everyone greets him with a variation of "hey" and "how's it going?" except for han gyeol who berates his lateness. he smoothly ignores her, reaching the only empty seat in a hurried step.

it's one where he sits opposite you, the one who has yet to celebrate his arrival.

you smile when you meet his eyes. it's halfhearted and awkward, like treading on the thin ice of a river you've swum in for years. "hey," you say, "it's been a while."

it's neutral and reserved. he feels awkward all of a sudden. "yeah," he echoes your sentiment. not knowing what word to continue.

thankfully, yeo rumi catches the hint and slots into your conversation. "she just came back for holidays, so i asked her to join us at the last minute," she says, "we're all friends here, after all."

"uh huh," taehoon says, unconvinced.

rumi puts her hands on your shoulder. if taehoon doesn't know any better, he would've assumed she was trying to keep you from running away. "isn't it great that the whole gang is back this time? all of us have been so busy since we graduated high school."

"not me," gaeul pouts, "gyeol is in her last year, too."

"have you gotten any plans yet?" rumi turns her attention to the younger girl, leaving taehoon alone with you again. neither of you speaks. there is only a table between the two of you yet the distance is wider than anything he can perceive.

he half-contemplates leaving. at least, it wouldn't be awkward for you, this way. "i—"

"oh my god," mangi cuts in between the two of you, taehoon has almost forgotten he was sitting there, "this is too much."

when both of you glance up at him in confusion, mangi turns to his girlfriend, saying nothing and then nodding in your direction. she beams brightly and stands up. the confusion lasts for another moment until it becomes clear what has happened.

while the two of you (by extension, the entire table) were gaping at mangi's antics, you somehow got shuffled next to taehoon. it's not exactly sitting next to each other. not in the way yeo rumi happily sticks to han wangguk, or the way snapper tries his best to not accidentally touch gaeul.

there is a distance between the two of you, enough to put a wall in it, but also enough for him to touch you with a reach of his hand. "idiots," taehoon mumbles, "doing unnecessary things again."

"sorry," you smile sadly, "you must feel awkward with me here."

yeah, you'd assume that. he was the one pushing you away, after all. who would even want to see the person they willingly push away? (he would) that's silly and stupid.

"do you?"

"what?"

"feel awkward with me here."

you stay in contemplation for a moment. the smile you force on fades, replaced by a bitten lower lip. "i don't know," you sigh, "this feels... unnatural. like... we shouldn't be like this, but i don't know what to do about it."

"fucking yeo rumi," taehoon grumbles, "why did you agree to come? you knew i would be here."

"i did," you say, "but i wanted to meet everyone else, too. it didn't seem fair to leave you out."

he would understand it. he wouldn't want you to be left out either, but he was the one who dumped you. you were the one to decide whether you want him in your life or not. in the end, taehoon only shrugs, "it would be easier on you," he says, "you wouldn't have to deal with me."

"i don't mind," you smile, "we were friends before everything else, i wouldn't mind being friends again."

it feels awful to hear that. he doesn't want to be friends. he took forever to stop being friends with you and become something more intimate. and now you want him to go back to that uncomfortable distance again, he'd rather be strangers.

but he can't even be a stranger to you. because that'd mean he can get the chance to know you from the scratch, to learn everything about you without prior knowledge, to do better than whatever he has done before. yet, what was done is already done. he can never have another beginning with you.

just a detached distance between the two people who were once dear.

"taehoon?"

"yeah?" he says.

"you spaced out."

he stares at you again. in your eyes, he sees no malice, no hatred, no justified rage. only the confusion of someone who does not know what to make of the situation. "you're right," he says, "we shouldn't be like this."

"i often am, but what makes you think so?"

"we should talk about it," he replies, "but not here. later, alone. i want to be honest with you."

what will he say? he did something stupid and ruined a good thing. you were a saint for not yelling at him for it. but you accepted it so easily, it stings. maybe there was never a chance for anything, maybe he has agonized for nothing.

but he should talk about it with you because he never did back then. the story of you and him ends with a comma, not a period. he should make things right with you, even if he can't salvage anything.

"...all right," you say, "after this?"

he nods, chest suddenly a light from a weight he hasn't known was there the whole time. it's strange. he starts the day not wanting to think about you, yet now you are all that he thinks about. “yeah…”

#seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #viral hit #how to fight #fics

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rmd-writes · 10 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. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks Michelle! Choosing five fics was like trying to choose a favourite child which is to say, it's impossible. Okay, that's a lie, my favourite child is the one who is not sucking the life from my soul at any given moment. Yesterday both of my kids got a turn - first my youngest, because he very sweetly packed me a little fun size Crunchie bar from his personal stash of lollies and brought it to the movies for me and kept checking whether I'd eaten it yet and if I liked it. But then later he was being so loud I couldn't think, so his older sister became my favourite child because she told him to be quiet. Anyway, I'm turning into one of those recipe bloggers who can't give a recipe without sharing their whole life's story, so here is my list of fics I'm proud of in which I absolutely cheat by sharing some fic series:

don't estop me now (RWRB)

(read to the victor, the spoils first and then the prequel, what, like it's hard?)

I'm really so proud of this lawyer AU! I had an absolute blast writing these fics and I think it shows in my writing - it's definitely some of my best. What, like it's hard? is the first really substantial long fic I've ever written and that in itself was a challenge but the snarky rivarly between Alex and Henry is just so fun to write! Whenever I see comments roll in on these fics it just makes me smile so hard to see other people enjoying them

Soon (Tarlos)

PWP but make it bite-sized (aka 37, 100-word chapters). This started as a drabble but then I got the slightly unhinged idea to continue the fic in drabbles (ie precisely 100 words at a time). Was it a challenge to write only 100 words and make sure each chapter told enough of the story in so few words? Yes. Did I have so much fun edging Carlos and the fandom alongside him? Also yes.

Feeling kind of sketchy (Schitt's Creek)

artist!David unwittingly helps Patrick find himself and finds love along the way. This one is a little different in style to my usual writing, and I really leaned into the slightly more poetic style in the second part which I actually structured around a poem.

Precious Love (Tarlos)

A 5+1 exploring TK's relationship with love and self-worth. I don't usually write much angst but I dove into it for this one and I like how it turned out! Don't worry, it has a happy ending, I'm incapable of writing anything else!

Do you even lift, bro? (Tarlos)

aka my Tarlos gym AU - each of these fics (Let's Get Physical, Let Me Hear Your Body Talk, I gotta handle you just right) stands alone as a one-shot but they are part of a planned seven-part series which contains an actual plot, despite the way they read like pwp. The thing I'm most proud of in these fics though, is the coding - with a big assist from @celeritas2997, I learned to code well enough to embed actual instagram posts and DMs with photos in these fics, which for someone who is absolutely not a STEM girlie, is a very big deal.

The Grindr Toolbox: A Guide to Getting Nailed

A Helping Hand (Tarlos)

This Is Not A Drill (David x Patrick)

Are You Screwing with Me? (firstprince)

I set out to write three fics for three fandoms based on one prompt, and while it was a tricky balance to set up three very different fics using the same loose structure, I like how these turned out!

#i know i'm cheating here #but how am i supposed to choose favourite fics #rmd writes: ls #rmd writes: rwrb #rmd writes: sc #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #schitt's creek fic #sc fic #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #red white & royal blue fic

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coupsie-daisies · 2 years

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Like You Mean It | Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

Genre: pwp (MINORS DNI), Best Friends To Lovers, (kinda) Personal Trainer AU

Summary: You should have known better than to let your best friend become your personal trainer. But after a late night workout, everything changes. Maybe working out with Changbin isn’t so bad.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut (Seriously, Minors DO NOT interact), unprotected sex, unedited smut

A/N: So this is just a quick lil something for Binnie’s birthday. And if you see any mistakes in the fic or the header,,,,no you don’t cuz I’m sleepy

Tags (always open): @felixtok // @dragonofthenorth0726 // @sunnytaes // @burningupp // @bunnypig18 // @chrswolfie // @ferrethyun // @ashia4

This fanfiction and the header attached are property of @/hobi-is-golden, reposting on any platform without explicit permission is prohibited

You’d been friends with Changbin for some time now, since back when you were both in your final year of highschool. You’d bonded over a mutual love for music, and had been inseparable ever since. You were a package deal, everyone knew that.

You were beginning to regret that now that he’d begun dragging you to the gym with him. It wasn’t like you were angry with him, it had been your own fault. Over the past handful of years you’d watched Changbin bulk up and put on muscle in all the right places, and you’d mentioned offhandedly that you were envious of his strength. For any average pair of friends that probably would have been the end of the conversation, maybe even a run down on his workout routine. But you and Changbin hardly classified as average, and Changbin had become a personal trainer.

Unfortunately for you, being best friends with a personal trainer meant that you were best friends with your personal trainer.

“I hate you so much,” You groaned out, the muscles in your arms burning as you neared the end of your workout. You had just finished a set on the bench press.

“You adore me.” He argued, grinning at you from where he’d been spotting you. “You wouldn’t show up if you didn’t love me.”

You looked over his arms, thick with well defined muscle, then to his hands, big and strong as they wrapped around the bellbar he’d helped you lift back into place. He always impressed you with his dedication and the energy he put into his body. You shook your head, moving to sit up. Before you could manage to pull yourself upright, Changbin was moving. He planted a hand against your chest, pressing you back down. Your back hit the bench and you huffed out a breath on impact.

“You still have two more sets. I know I’m distracting, but that doesn’t give you a pass, little girl.” He teased, but his firm demand was still clear beneath his playful tone. You squirmed a little, thighs pressing together before you were falling back into form. He was distracting, you’d admit that much even if only to yourself. He liked wearing his muscle tees when he helped you work out, the ones that clung to his arms and his chest in the most devastating way. If he was working out with you, he’d usually shed his shirt less than halfway into your gym trip, and then it was damn near impossible to keep your eyes off of him. Not to mention the way he was so gentle with you when he’d adjust your form, each little touch making you wish he’d manhandle you up against the wall.

“Bin, I can’t.” You whined, pouting up at him. He shook his head.

“I know you can. Come on, give me two more.”

You sighed in defeat as he took your wrists in his hands. The firm grip he had on you made your breath catch in your throat as he brought your hands up, waiting for you to grab onto the bar. The entire time your eyes lingered on the determined look on his face. It was only when he smirked and winked at you that you realized you’d been caught in your staring.

The first set was surprisingly easy to push through, more of a welcome distraction than an obstacle. But by your break between sets, you were ready to give up and accept defeat. You watched Changbin guide the barbell back into the hooks, and let your arm fall once it was secured. You groaned, shaking them out in hopes of regaining the feeling in your muscles.

“See, one down, one to go. You’re doing so good.” He praised, and his pride in your hard work was clear just from his body language. His words traveled straight to your core as his praise often did. You only had one more set and then you could shower and decide if you needed to skip your regular smoothie stop afterwards for the sake of relieving your desperation.

“Can you give me one more, babygirl?” Your lips parted in a silent gasp at his question, and the way he looked at you with dark eyes. You were used to pet names and affection from him, but this one was entirely out of the ordinary. He stared you down with the same level confidence you’d come to admire. You shifted under the scrutiny, and you knew he could tell how restless you were getting. You nodded. “That’s not an answer, I want to hear you.”

“Yes,” You answered immediately, and his chest puffed out with pride at your obedience.

“Atta girl. Last set, let’s go.”

You adjusted your grip, determined to finish out the last set if only to hear his praise again. He counted you through it like he knew you preferred for him to, standing back just far enough that you could only see him out of your peripherals. You had never been so grateful to be finished as you were now, with Changbin guiding the bar onto its hooks for the last time that night. You wiped your clammy palms on your shorts, and sat up. You shook your arms out again as Changbin kneeled in front of you, unscrewing the cap from your water bottle.

“Good job, I knew you could do it.” He told you again. He brought the bottle up, guiding it to your lips with one hand, the other moving to tip your chin up. “Drink. Good girl, there you go.”

You couldn’t question his actions, not when your chin was being cradled by his careful touch, your mind turning to static as the cool water trickled down your throat. He pulled the bottle away, using his thumb to wipe off a couple of the droplets that had collected at the corner of your lips. You blinked a couple of times, lust blown eyes focusing on his face.

“What was that for?” You asked him breathlessly. This time it had nothing to do with the workout he’d put you through. Changbin didn’t answer, just put the cap back on the bottle and put it down.

“Do you want to fuck me?” He asked you bluntly. Your jaw dropped. If you hadn’t been completely restless before, you would have been now. There was a creeping, desperate sort of arousal picking at the edges of your mind and dripping into the depths of your body. The question wasn’t cocky or overly-teasing, if anything he sounded sincerely curious.

“What are you on about?” You laughed a little. Did you want to fuck him? Of course you did, anyone in their right mind would want him. But to ask you out of the blue like this? How could you answer that?

“I’m serious, do you want to fuck me?” He leaned his arms on his knees. “Because I want to fuck you, and you’re sort of loooking at me like there’s something you want from me.”

You nearly choked at his confession.

“I want to fuck you,” You agreed, thankful that this gym was owned by a friend and that you two were allowed to come after hours, because the words came out loud and desperate. Changbin nodded slowly, like he was taking his time to appreciate every word, every syllable.

“Good.”

He leaned down, his lips crashing against yours, hungry and slotted together like they’d been made to meet. You were more than eager to give in to the rolling power in the kiss that was all but bowling you over. You’d never kissed Changbin before, but you hoped you wouldn’t have to stop after this. He was addictive in an all-consuming, earth-shattering way that you never wanted to give up. The kiss left you breathless and brain numbed, your hands fisting into his shirt to pull him closer to you.

One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, the other coasting along your side. His hand dipped lower, ghosting across your hip bone to slide under your shorts. Your legs clamped together, stopping him from being able to touch you properly.

“Bin, wait, I’m all gross and sweaty.” You curled your nose at the thought. He gave you a puzzled look in response, slowly retracting his hand. You couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked all confused and vaguely annoyed, like a puppy who had his favorite toy taken away.

“Are you telling me to stop?” He asked. You paused. “Because if you want me to stop, you need to say so. Otherwise I’m fucking you, here or in the shower. Your choice, what’s it gonna be?”

You weighed your options, but you knew yourself too well to think there was really going to be a question. Your legs spread open again.

“I want you now.”

Changbin was clearly pleased with your answer, tugging your pants down your legs and leaving you open, only covered by the flimsy underwear you’d picked out. His thumb brushed over the ruined material, light as a feather as he brushed your clit. You gasped softly, turning to hide your face in your shoulder. He tested the waters again, repeating the same motion a few more times all while your hips rocked up and you whined for him.

“Binnie, please.” You begged, already growing impatient with his teasing.

“Keep begging for me like that and maybe I’ll think about it.” He teased, dipping his head down to kiss your knee. His mouth worked slowly up your inner thigh, sucking and nibbling his way along the sensitive skin in search of your most vulnerable spots. He pressed a barely there kiss to the wet patch on your panties, then his mouth was traveling back down the opposite thigh, pushing your legs open wider around his broad shoulders. The feeling of his tongue against your overheated skin was like molten lava, burning through you and turning your patience to ash.

“Changbin, please. I need your mouth, I need it. Please no more teasing.” You whined louder, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging to try and get him where you wanted him. He groaned into your skin, dark eyes turning up to you.

“Since you asked so politely.” He sat back on his heels, pulling your panties off and tossing them with your shorts without a care. You yelped at the coolness of the bench beneath you, but you quickly found yourself focused instead on the feeling of Changbin’s tongue licking slowly over your clit. Your hips followed the feeling, bucking up towards his face. He slid his arms around your thighs, easily pinning your hips in place even from where he was kneeling between your legs.

You whined as his tongue worked you over, swirling around your clit and dipping between your folds, eagerly collecting every drop of your wetness. The way he looked up at you through his dark lashes only pushed you closer to the edge, heat bubbling in your stomach.

“Fuck, please. I’m close,” You warned him, trying to wiggle your hips closer to no avail. Instead you pulled his head closer, not that he fought the opportunity to bury himself deeper in you. He was more than happy feasting on you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste and like your cries of his name were the most beautiful sound in the world.

He could tell you were close by the way your legs were trembling in his grip, straining to close around his head, and he just took it as a silent plea for more. He sucked your clit harshly, digging his fingertips into your thighs and listening to the way you gasped and moaned. He didn’t let go, holding you to his face as you came, your head tilting back and the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard spilling from your lips.

Once he’d worked you through your orgasm, he let go of your legs, and pulled his mouth off of you with one final suck to your clit. He chuckled at the way you mewled, your legs pressing shut.

He took in the blissed out look on your face as you caught your breath, palming himself through his own shorts. He was desperate to be inside of you, but he didn’t want to push you too far. He let you breathe, his hand running the length of your thigh to bring you back. It only took a moment for your eyes to open and land on him. He smiled.

“Still needy?” He teased. “Want me to fuck you? Get you ready for my cock?”

He reached out, sliding his finger through the mess he’d made between your thighs and slowly dipping his fingertip into your hole. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy, just enough to have you pouting and wiggling to try and pull him deeper. He watched the way your body absolutely shuttered at the stimulation.

“Changbin, please,” You half huffed. How had you gotten yourself attached to someone so irritating? You pouted at him, spreading yourself open in invitation. That seemed to catch his merciful side as he slid his finger all the way into your pussy.

You tilted your head back, making a quiet noise of appreciation at the way his finger spread you open. His hands were big, you’d always known that, but they felt so different than yours when he touched you like this. Just one finger felt like two of your own, thick and pressing just where you liked it. He pumped it inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace before finally adding a second and listening to you mewl for him.

“Look how good you take my fingers. Gonna fill you up with my cock in no time.” He purred, leaning down to suck a mark against the inside of your thigh as his fingers scissored you open. You were already gushing around his fingers, your mind filled with the thought of him splitting you open on his dick and fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“I want your cock, Bin. I can take it, just please.” You whined, rolling your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers into you. He had planned on taking his time, getting you nice and ready to take him, but you were having none of it. “I can take it. I need you to fill me up.”

You batted your eyelashes, still rocking your hips into his touch as you tried to win this standoff. Finally he gave in, his dick aching for attention. He tugged his shirt off, then pushed his pants off, stripping himself completely.

“So desperate to take me, huh babygirl?” He cooed, stroking his cock. Your eyes went wide at his size. He wasn’t exceedingly long, but he was thick and heavy just like the rest of him. Your mouth was watering at the sight alone, and you could feel your pulse in your pussy. You nodded at his remark. “Yeah, just need to be filled up.”

You would have agreed even more at that, but you couldn’t even begin to think as he ran the tip of his length between your folds, bumping it against your clit and watching the way your hips jerked each time.

“Tell me if you want to stop, you know I’ll stop.” He said, reaching up with his free hand to brush his fingers along your cheek. With that little moment, you felt stone cold sober again, remembering what you were doing, who you were doing it with. Your heart picked up again, desperation mingling with a newfound anxiety at the situation. But you didn’t want to stop, you didn’t want to miss out on this.

He moved slowly, the tip of his cock bullying its way into your hole, stretching you open in a way you simply had never felt before. You hissed, reaching down to rub your clit, dragging your fingers along the little bundle of nerves as you adjusted to the stretch. Changbin started to pull back out of you, but you shook your head.

“Keep going, I can do it. I wanna take it all.” You told him. Your eyes met, and he groaned. When had he gotten this lucky?

He pushed in further, slowly rolling his hips into yours until he was buried all the way to the hilt in your soaking heat. Your walls fluttered around him as you got used to it, desperate for more and dizzy with the way he filled you up. He was pressing up against places you didn’t even know existed inside of you, sending sparks through your tummy with every miniscule shift.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand stroking your side. You nodded almost frantically. You were good, you were actually fantastic, and you were about three strokes from creaming on his cock. Which should have been embarrassing, but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when that was actually the only thing you wanted.

“I’m good, Binnie. Just fuck me, please. Like you mean it.”

His eyes flashed with something almost feral, and his hips drew back so quickly that you were half worried you’d said something wrong. Then he was pushing back into you, deep and hard, his hands gripping at your waist hard enough to bruise, which was more than you could ask for. You choked out a surprised moan, your legs wrapping around the curve of his hips. The pace was slow, but each thrust was brutal, his hips slapping against yours and his cock pressing into you and stretching you open.

“So good, fuck, need more. Faster,” You begged, digging your nails into the muscle of his back, surely leaving red marks in your wake. A little bit of a claim to the man currently fucking you into oblivion. He obliged, picking up his pace until you were practically sobbing. His thrusts were impossibly steady as he dragged you to meet him halfway.

Your orgasm was creeping up, your sanity blurring along the edges at the way he was absolutely wrecking your pussy, his hands holding you tight, both to pull you into him and to keep from fucking you off the surface with the sheer momentum he was putting into each thrust. You weren’t complaining in the least, chanting his name and a string of curses that could probably be heard from the next building over.

“Gonna cum. Please don’t stop, feels so good,” Your words were beginning to slur together, melting into incoherent whimpers as you felt your second orgasm take over. It was hotter than the last, searing through you and making your back arch and pressing your chest up against his.

“That’s it, cum on my cock,” he practically purred, kissing you breathlessly as he chased his own orgasm. His own pants and grunts were becoming louder, more desperate until he was groaning and hissing. You would have tried harder to take them in, but you were too far gone, trembling from the overstimulation of Changbin rutting into you for his own satisfaction. “Almost there, baby. Just a little more,”

He kissed along your jaw, his hips stuttering out a few more hard thrusts until he was spilling into you, filling you up impossibly more. You hummed, fighting to keep your eyes open. The room felt like it was spinning after the intensity of your orgasm. It took you a good few moments to realize that Changbin was stroking his hands over your arms, along your shoulders, carefully grounding you back to him.

You laughed a little bit breathlessly.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out of you slowly and watching the way your hips twitched under him.

“I’ve imagined fucking you a lot, but that was better than anything I could imagine.” You told him, too exhausted and fucked out to be embarrassed about having fantasized about your friend. “I think you doubled my workout. Does that mean I get off next week?”

“In your dreams, loser. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled on his underwear, then paused to smirk at you. “Do you think you can walk or am I gonna have to carry you?”

You glared at him, grateful that your natural banter wasn’t thrown off.

“I can walk, asshole.” You argued, though you actually weren’t entirely sure if that was true or not, and you didn’t care to test it when you could just let a big strong man carry you to the showers. “Up.”

You reached your arms up for him, and he scooped you up with nothing more than a laugh and a kiss to the head.

You weren’t sure how this was going to change your friendship, but if this was going to be the new workout plan Changbin had for you, you were convinced you wouldn’t mind training with him anymore.

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years

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waste love

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: smut (18+), angst, fluff, alcohol, swearing, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 3370

Requested? Yes! "hey! i love your writing! could i request a fic where you and colson are on a break but he’s taking it hard and you end up at the same party where he’s like wasted and you can’t help but take care of him ? 💓"

I love requests! Sorry if I don't answer them all. Writer's block hits me HARDDDD and I'm in the middle of a spree where I'm actually writing, lol.

Enjoy!

“It’s so shitty how you waste love.” It was the last thing you said to him before he walked out. That was the last time you saw him. Three months ago. And now, here he was, stumbling around wasted, acting like a total asshole, at a party he wasn’t even supposed to be at.

Colson Baker. The name of the man you loved most in the world. Perhaps the person you loved most in the world. Your connection had been immediate and powerful, more intense than anything you’d ever felt before. The two of you fell hard and fast. But what goes up must come down, and it crashed and burned just as hard.

Three months ago, you’d decided it was time to take a break. You and Colson had been fighting nonstop, and that was something you’d never wanted in a relationship. Fights and disagreements happened. You knew that. But fights every single day, screaming at each other, that wasn’t okay. You’d recognized the need to end things, but neither of you had been able to rip off the bandage, so you’d landed on a break.

Neither of you had defined what a break looked like, though, so Colson continued to text you. Texts led to phone calls which led to more screaming, and finally, you’d set a hard boundary. No texting, no talking until you were ready to talk again. When that time came, whichever one of you was ready first would send a phone emoji to the other, and only when the second person sent the emoji back would you talk.

Colson’s emoji had arrived that morning. You’d left him on read.

Your relationship with Colson brought you to a lot of different people. You connected strongly with both Kim and Kourtney Kardashian, having been on many triple-dates during the few months before your break. Kourtney and Travis were throwing a party that night, and at first, you’d been adamant about not going. Until Kourtney told you that Colson would be in Cleveland for Casie’s volleyball tournament.

It broke your heart a little. Not because you’d wanted to see Colson, but because you loved visiting Cleveland and seeing Casie. You loved the simple domesticity of going with your boyfriend to his daughter’s volleyball games, sitting in the bleachers with popcorn that was too salty, tongues red from 25 cent Blow Pops. Taking Casie to local restaurants afterward, hanging out and watching movies with Casie and her mom. You’d never been anything but cool with Emma; in fact, you got along well. So well that you’d talked on the phone numerous times since your break had started. She could relate to what you were going through.

When Colson had finally stopped texting you, Casie had started. It was heartbreaking. You’d grown so close to her and her texts pleading for you and her dad to get back together ripped your heart into pieces. You’d promised to always love her and be there for her, no matter what happened between you and Colson.

At least you still had Kourtney and Kim.

Kourtney had convinced you to come. It was a party to celebrate their marriage since not everyone had been able to make it. You dressed in a mini-skirt and high heels, showing off the legs you’d so diligently crafted at the gym over the last few months. You’d channeled a lot of your feelings into exercise, and you were proud to see that it was showing. You felt good when you got to the party, confident and happy and relaxed knowing that you weren’t at risk for running into Colson.

You were two drinks deep and feeling good when you spotted him. You were standing outside on the deck, talking with Pete when you heard a commotion inside. Both of you looked over and Pete cursed. Colson was in the kitchen and it was clear he was posturing to some guy. You could tell by his body language that he was pissed about something.

“I’ve got this,” you said dryly to Pete.

“Right behind you,” he said. The two of you left your drinks on a table and hurried inside.

Colson’s eyes shot right to you and Pete stepped between him and the other guy. “Alright, chill,” Pete said, turning to the other guy. “Do me a favor and walk away, man.” The guy hesitated, eyes locked on Colson. “Please,” Pete added, and luckily, the guy stalked off muttering a few curses.

“I had it, I was fine,” Colson insisted loudly.

“No, Colson, you didn’t,” you snapped, and his red eyes landed on you, brow knitting together in an expression you’d come to recognize as petulance. You stared right back, standing up straighter. You weren’t backing down.

Colson finally slumped and looked away from you. “Fuck!” he yelled, smashing his empty beer bottle onto the floor.

“Colson,” Pete said firmly, but you already had the man by his arm and were hauling him from the kitchen and into the hallway.

“Let me go, Y/N,” Colson protested weakly, but he stumbled behind you all the same. He was way stronger and towered over you; he could’ve pulled away any time he wanted. You didn’t stop until you found a bathroom, big and spacious. You hauled Colson inside and locked the door behind you.

You turned around, ready to snap at him, but Colson was sinking onto the floor, his back against the wall. Much to your horror and surprise, his face crumpled and he hid it in his hands, letting out a sob. You stood stock still, startled at this response. You’d expected him to yell at you, to argue until he shoved past you back into the party to act like an asshole again. You hadn’t expected tears, especially because you hadn’t seen them even once during your relationship.

You hesitated for only a second before rushing over and crouching down in front of him. Your hands curled loosely around his wrists in an attempt to get him to pull his hands away from his eyes, but your attempt was fruitless. His ringed fingers, adorned with chipped black nail polish, stayed tight over his eyes. His shoulders shook as you started to gently move your thumbs back and forth over his hands.

“Colson,” you said gently. Being this close to him had your heart beating fast. His smell itself was intoxicating, so familiar and comforting while also anxiety-spiking. You missed everything about him: his messy hair, his tattoos, the funky way he dressed. His laugh, his smile, his cuddles, the way he touched you. The break hadn’t exactly been easy on you.

“I can’t do this,” Colson cried, muffled against his big hands. “It’s been three months, Y/N. I need to talk to you.” He sounded wrecked, voice shaky, and it broke your heart. You closed your eyes, feeling guilty about not having responded to his text. You’d been planning on texting him tomorrow after the party.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Ohio,” you said. Your knees started to hurt from squatting down, so you sat beside him with your back against the wall.

“Tournament got moved to a different weekend,” he mumbled.

“Can you move your hands so I can hear you?” you asked gently. You waited, only looking at him out of the corner of your eye as his hands slowly moved to his lap. You gave him his privacy, keeping your eyes fixed on your outstretched legs. “I was going to respond to your text tomorrow,” you explained.

Colson sniffled. “You were?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I knew this party was tonight, and I thought you were in Cleveland, so I knew I needed to wait a little longer. I wondered why you texted me when you were supposed to be with Casie. Now I know you weren’t.”

“I was at my apartment,” he croaked, “hungover. Fucking depressed.”

Your fingers twitched, aching to reach out and touch him. You didn’t hold back, lifting your hand to place it gently on his knee. “I’m sorry you’re struggling,” you said quietly. Seeing him hurting hurt you, too.

“These three months have been some of the hardest of my life,” he admitted. His nose was stuffy from crying and you stole a glance at his face, noticing it was red and splotchy from his tears, his lashes spiked together. It broke your heart and you scooted closer, reaching for his hand. He let you take it, intertwining your fingers.

“Mine too,” you said.

“Why did you want us to take a break then?” he asked, looking at you suddenly, his eyes holding an overwhelming amount of pain. He closed his eyes and shook his head, looking away. “Don’t answer that. Sorry. We did need a break.”

You chewed your lip, your own eyes burning with unshed tears. “I never wanted to hurt you,” you said thickly. Colson’s hand tightened around yours.

“Y/N, I love you,” Colson said, drawing in a shaky breath. He turned his head toward yours but didn’t look at you. “You’re the love of my life. I want to marry you someday. Have a fucking baby with you.” Your tears bubbled over then and you choked on a sob, covering your mouth with your free hand. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours.

“I love you, too, Colson,” you said, “but is love screaming at each other every single day?”

“Maybe,” he said quietly.

“It shouldn't be,” you said. “Not saying you don’t fight when you’re in love, but it shouldn’t be that way.”

“Tell me what to do and I’ll fix it,” Colson said, sniffling. “I’ll do anything to have you back, Y/N. Anything.”

You laughed humorlessly, more tears spilling from your eyes. “Even quit touring and being a celebrity?”

“Yes.” His response was so immediate that your head jerked over to him and you stared at him in awe. He held your eye contact until you looked away, stunned.

“Colson, I would never actually ask that of you,” you told him. “That’s…it’s your life.”

“I know,” he said, “but you were my life, too, and I wasted it. You’re right - I did waste our love and it was shitty.”

“I’m not going to ask you to quit it all,” you said, “but coming home every night wasted? That’s not okay. Especially when you drive.”

“I know,” Colson moaned, rubbing his face. “I know. It’s fucked, Y/N. I…I need help.”

“I know, Colson,” you said.

“So I’ll get help,” he said. “I’ll go to rehab. I’ll quit it all.”

“I’m…I’m not sure if you can do that,” you said, chancing a glance at him. “It’s…a part of you.”

“Nah, fuck that,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re everything to me.”

“You’re going to wake up sober tomorrow and forget we even had this conversation,” you said, your own face crumpling as you succumbed to your tears. You pulled your hand from his to cover your face.

“No no no, baby, look at me,” Colson pleaded, pulling your hands away and cupping your face. He thumbed away your tears and met your eyes. “No I won’t. I’m not even that drunk. I’m just hurting. I had two drinks. That’s all.”

You studied his face. His eyes were red for sure, but was it from alcohol or crying? You could definitely smell alcohol on his breath, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it usually was. You weren’t sure if you could believe him.

“I swear, Y/N,” he said. “No more lying.”

Your faces were so close and his hands were warm on your cheeks. It wasn’t long before his lips were on yours, gentle at first. He kissed you again, and again, and then, he stopped pulling away. Within seconds, you had climbed into his lap, your skirt hiking up as his hands found your bare thighs. Your kisses were fiery and passionate, full of everything you couldn’t say and everything you’d missed over the past few months.

“Y/N, I love you,” Colson gasped. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too, Colson,” you said between kisses, barely breaking apart enough to articulate the words. Your tears mingled on your faces as you pressed yourself against him, trying to remind yourself of how every inch of his body felt against yours.

You were so weak for Colson. You couldn’t help but let his hands wander, sliding up your thighs and under your skirt, fingertips grazing your underwear. Your breath hitched as you wound your hand into the short hair at the nape of his neck.

Your head fell back with a soft sigh as Colson’s lips moved hungrily to your neck, kissing up the column of flesh until his mouth found yours again. When his hands slid around to squeeze your ass, you finally broke away from him. His hands moved, but not far, landing back on your thighs as he looked at you. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“No, I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head as you moved off of him, straightening your clothes as you went. “That wasn’t fair of me.”

“What are we doing?” Colson asked.

You ran your hands through your hair and sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I don’t know how to be without you,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to be anything other than broken when I’m not with you.”

“Give me one more chance,” Colson said suddenly, turning towards you. His eyes were lit up, passionate. “One more chance to stop coming home fucked up. To put you first.” He bit his lip. “Y/N, come on tour with me.”

You stared back at him, stunned. He’d never extended that invitation before, and you certainly weren’t going to ask. Tour was special and so important to him. You wouldn’t want to compromise that in any way. But he was asking.

“Do you mean it?” you asked warily. “Will you wake-”

“No, I will not wake up tomorrow and regret asking,” Colson interrupted impatiently, shaking his head. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand. I would fucking die for you.”

“I don’t want you to die for me,” you said, but a smile was tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You…you mean it?” you asked again, timidly.

Colson nodded, mouth twitching into a smile. “Yeah. I really do,” he said. “If at any time, it stops working, you can go home. But you won’t want to. I’ll be so much better, I promise.”

“Colson,” you said, shaking your head with a little laugh, and then his mouth was on yours again, his hand in your hair. The kiss was so deep it took your breath away.

“Y/N,” he murmured into your mouth. “Please, baby. Let me feel you again.”

“Col, of course,” you said, giving in easily. He kissed you again, so hard that you let out a quiet moan, and you didn’t protest when he pulled you back into his lap.

“I want you right here in this fucking bathroom,” he breathed, making you laugh into his kisses. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.”

“Me too,” you said, words melting into a moan as Colson’s lips found your neck again, traveling right to your most sensitive spot. “God, I missed you,” you gasped.

Colson hummed against your skin, hands sliding up your back slowly, holding you tight against him. “I missed you more than you know,” Colson murmured into your neck. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He couldn’t keep his hands off your legs, feeling the new muscles there.

Finally, he returned to your skirt, hiking it up out of the way before reaching down to undo his own jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to reveal his cock. Immediately, you took him in your hand and his head fell back against the wall with a breathy moan. You missed the feeling of him, heavy and thick in your hand.

As you touched him, Colson moved your panties to the side to stroke his fingers over your pussy, finding you wet for him already. “Mm, baby,” he groaned. “Feels like you missed me.”

You whimpered, starting to roll your hips against his hand in pursuit of more friction. “Colson,” you pleaded. He took his cock from you and you helped hold your panties aside as he stroked his tip through you a few times before delving into your entrance. Your head fell back as you sunk down on him, legs already trembling.

You began to bounce on him, desperate to feel him again after so long. You took a moment to adjust to his size; even after this long, you were never quite ready for it. And Colson ate that shit up, a smirk on his face as you moved. “Miss this big cock, baby?” he purred.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you moaned, and Colson’s smirk only grew. His hands found your ass and he helped you bounce on him, leaning in to kiss and suck at your neck. You could tell he was marking you, and usually, you wouldn’t allow that, but you recognized this as him marking his territory. Either that, or reminding you of him anytime you looked in the mirror after your encounter.

“Get up, baby, and bend over the counter for me,” Colson grunted. You lifted off him and went to the counter, bending over. Colson took a second to pull your panties off and moved his hand between your legs again. “Want you to watch yourself in the mirror,” he murmured, mouth on your neck. “Want you to remember how good daddy fucks you. How good only I can make you feel.”

You hummed desperately in response, legs quivering as he bent his knees to push back into you. Your eyelashes fluttered as he started to fuck you, his hands on your hips. It was hard not to watch him, but his demand had been for you to watch yourself, so you did. You watched the way your face contorted without your own permission, the way your brow furrowed and your jaw went slack. You watched your breasts bounce in your tank top.

Colson leaned over you and yanked down your top, pulling your breasts free. He began to squeeze them in his hands, taking your nipples between his fingers for light squeezes that made you arch. “Mm, good girl, arching that back for me,” he gritted, fucking into you harder. “Missed this tight pussy.”

“Harder, Col, please!” you begged frantically, feeling your orgasm slowly begin to brew in your stomach. Colson pulled out then and whipped you around, lifting you onto the counter. He spread your legs apart and got on his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. You cried out in pleasure as his tongue worked your sensitive clit until your orgasm crashed into you, your hips jerking against Colson’s face.

He barely gave you time to recover before standing up and pushing his dick back inside you. He set a quick pace, hands planted on the counter beside you as he drove into you. His eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and his mouth dropped open as he got closer and closer. You loved watching him come; it got you off, too. You reached between your legs to rub furiously at your clit, unable to help yourself.

“Fuck I-I’m coming,” Colson gasped, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. He continued to weakly thrust, realizing you were trying to get yours, and you clenched around him hard as your second orgasm hit.

Colson’s forehead dropped to your shoulder and he panted, pressing kisses there. “I fucking love you,” he breathed. “Please, baby. Can I come home with you tonight?”

Head still spinning from your multiple orgasms, you nodded, still out of breath. “Of course.” You composed yourself and held his face in your hands. “I want you back, Colson, if you’ll have me,” you told him, more sure of it than anything else in your life.

Colson’s blue eyes locked on yours and filled with warmth as he nodded. He leaned in to kiss you with a smile. “Always,” he whispered.

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I'm NOT over the brainrot. Tell me: what do you think about perv Eddie being completely OBSESSED with his chubby and fucking /muscular/ partner? Like, kissing her muscles and begging her to squeeze his head between her fat thighs until it pops. Eddie calling her 'mommy' and asking her to strangle him while they fuck. She being kinda scared of breaking his fucking pelvis while she rides him but he kinda wish she does. Eddie seeing her training in the gym and creaming his pants at the mere sight, he being completely ruined for everyone else the first time she carries him in her arms and throws him on the bed — and that bed, I may add, is a survivor, because they fuck hard. Oh God, someone give Eddie a beefy girlfriend so he can be her bitch already.

if I’m being honest, I lost my hyperfixation on stranger things completely but this ask and @dearest-readers box set series (GO READ IT) brought my love for Eddie back full force

I don’t think I have motivation to write fics yet but goddamn u guys GOT ME LIKE

BEEFY READER WITH EDDIE? OH MY GOD he would talk about your muscles non-stop. Dustin would have to put tape over his mouth because if he has to hear about your back muscles or calves again, he’s gonna lose it.

OH. THIGHS. I already think Eddie has a thing for grabbing thighs but if you got big thighs that can squeeze a watermelon in half? Yeah, he’s relentless. Absolutely floored at all times. If he’s dazing off at corroded coffin rehearsal, it’s because he thought about your thighs. If he’s staring off into space when making weed deals, he is thinking about how he def bruised ur thighs from biting on them all night.

You could literally go “oh hey Eddie baby.” he’s looking down and your wearing shorts and he’s like “thighs. can I suck please?”

#vic's coffee talks♡༉#eddie munson x reader #smut

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kinglazrus · 1 year

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The Dying Star, Chapter One

Truce fic for @lexiepiper. It's 6:30 a.m. and I stayed up all night rewriting this chapter a dozen times because I wasn't satisfied, but here it is! Will be posted to Ao3 later when I am not sleep-deprived.

Links to be added | Next | AO3

Word count: 1875

Living in a place like Amity Park, you get used to echoes. Things like to linger here. The old movie posters that sometimes show up at the Multiplex. Children's laughter resounding from a rusted jungle gym. A whiff of smoke at an empty lot where a building burnt down five years ago.

Amity Park has always been haunted; it just wasn't always by ghosts.

No one knows why. Maybe the Fentons have a theory, but Valerie has never asked. She came close to it once after her mother passed. She spent days wandering Amity Park, going to all the places they spent time together, searching for remnants. She found plenty, yet none that belonged to her mother. But in her hours of seeking, she made a discovery.

There are voids. Places that swallow things up and, rather than a cascade of emotions, feel like nothing at all. Casper High is one of those places. Too much has happened here, Valerie thinks, for any one thing to linger. It's most apparent when you're alone and even the sound of your breathing is eaten up by the void, leaving you with silence.

Valerie knows this well. Just as she knows that she is not alone right now.

She walks at a firm pace, steady enough to keep a marching band in time, which makes it obvious when she misses a beat and the person following her does not. She pauses, holding her foot in the air a second longer than necessary, and a step echoes when it should have been quiet.

It takes considerable effort for her not to react. She keeps her attention forward, placing one foot in front of the other. An echo on its own is harmless, even one that's a real, tangible thing. As long as she doesn't provoke it, and it doesn't do anything to her, she's fine with it following her.

Focusing on the task at hand, she tells herself. If only she can remember what that is.

The lights are off, and the school is empty. She has the glow of the emergency exit signs, which stick down from the ceiling every twenty feet or so, to see by. The pools of light don't quite touch, leaving a stretch of shadow no more than a few paces long between them. As Valerie passes beneath the next sign, she glances up at it. The arrow at the bottom points straight ahead, but there is no exit in sight. Not only that, but she can't see any classroom doors, nor did she see any on her way here. On either side of her, the row of lockers continues unbroken. The same stretch of hallway repeating into eternity.

Something is deeply wrong. A part of Valerie knows this, but any time she tries to bring the thought to the front of her mind and acknowledge it, it slips away against her will, leaving her with a niggling sense of worry. She clenches her hands, needing some way to work through her tension without alerting her echo, and falters when she feels something against her palm.

Opening her hand, she finds a patch. She must have been holding it the whole time, but she didn't feel it until now. What hope discovering it might have brought is quickly dashed when she realizes the patch has no detail. A plain embroidered edge and empty middle. Some bits of thread stick out the back, along with a scrap of the fabric it was originally sewn to. When she rubs her thumb over it, she feels stray threads brushing against her finger despite not being able to see them.

Valerie looks down the hall again. It goes on and on, lockers and exit signs merging into a pinprick of red light in the distance.

She was searching for something. Is searching for something.

Only now, as she comes to that realization, does she notice the second set of footsteps hasn't stopped. They're coming from behind her, faster than she had been walking, and getting faster still. She doesn't have time to dawdle.

Valerie shoves the patch in her pocket and takes off running. The shadows stretch ahead of her. What should have been a few steps turns into miles as the red light pulls away. She passes lockers at a crawl while the approaching steps get louder and faster. The noise thunders in her ears until it's all she can hear. Closer and closer, louder and louder. They're almost upon her when she gives into temptation and whips around, looking back for the first time, but there's nothing to see.

Beneath the thunder, something whispers in her ear.

"Valerie!"

—

She wakes up to a warm hand on her forehead. She doesn't need to open her eyes to know it's her father running his hand over her hair. Valerie leans into the touch, humming with relief.

"Valerie?" Damon's hand pauses, but he starts again when she whines. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." The temptation to go back to sleep is strong. Normally, a quick nap is all it takes for Valerie to feel re-energized. She has learned to live off stolen minutes between school and work and ghost hunting, but this time feels different. Not just because of the dream that's already fading from her mind, but because of the pounding in her head and the warmth throughout her body. If hadn't already been lying down, she would have slumped over.

As it is, she melts into her father's side. Even if she's already feverish, the comfort his presence brings outweighs any unwanted heat.

"Sweetie, you have to sit up," Damon says.

"Do I gotta?"

"Just for a couple minutes."

She grumbles as she complies, letting Damon sit her upright. The shift in elevation makes her head pound even more, and it only gets worse when she opens her eyes. She closes them again immediately.

"Hey, I need you to keep your eyes open," a new voice says.

Valerie doesn't want to, but her curiosity wins out, and she finds herself looking at a middle-aged woman in a white coat.

"Very good," the woman says. "Now look straight ahead."

A light flashes in Valerie eye, making her wince. The woman hums and does it again with the other eye, then does... other things. Valerie doesn't really know. She feels hands on her head, and hears the woman and her dad talking, but it floats over her. She is sinking down into an ocean of half-formed thoughts and doesn't mind drowning there.

"Valerie." Damon jostles her, yanking her back to the surface.

"Hm?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" the woman asks. A doctor, Valerie realizes. She's a doctor.

"Uh, Mr. Lancer let us go early..." Valerie tries to dig for more, but capturing a solid memory is like catching rain on her open hands. Each drop offers a brief sensation. The buzz of her ghost hunting suit. A flash of pristine white. The feel of a rough hand in hers. She knows she could get more if she cupped her hands and pressed them together, but her fingers are too numb to move.

"Is this the concussion?" Damon asks.

"Possibly. We'll get her scanned to make sure there's nothing wrong internally, but there could be other causes for her symptoms. The ghost we detained was particularly strong. It's known for causing trouble, and with the kinds of powers it has, we don't know what its ectoplasm could have done to her."

Funny. Valerie didn't know doctors could ghost hunt. Except the Fentons are doctors and they ghost hunt. They aren't the same kind of doctor, though, are they? She wonders if that matters.

"As soon as we're done with the preliminary samples, we'll know how to proceed. As it is, we have two options ahead of us."

"Which are?"

"If the samples come back negative, we transfer her to South Mercy, and with any luck she's back home by the weekend."

"And if it's positive?"

"In that case, we'd—" A buzz interrupts the doctor. "You'll find out right away."

"What do you—"

A door slams open. Valerie jumps, her eyes flying open, although she doesn't remember closing them in the first place. Four men in hazmat suits stride into the room. Damon leaps from Valerie's side, standing between her and the men.

"What's going on?" he demands.

"Sir, you have to come with use. We need to make sure you haven't been exposed." As the men stride forward, the doctor backs away. Two of the men grab Damon and pull him back.

"Daddy!" Valerie shouts. Her own voice pierces her brain like an icepick.

"Stay calm," one of the remaining men says. "Don't panic."

Valerie panics. She leaps off the cot she had been sitting on and charges toward her dad, or tries to. The room tilts around her and she careens into the fourth man. His arms close around her. Someone holds a mask to her face. Valerie tries to fight it off, but she can't. She gasps and sucks in a lungful of the gas. Her head grows fuzzy. Spots fill her vision. In no time at all, Valerie finds herself slipping back out of the waves, and this time her dad isn't there to pull her back up.

—

He waits until the little ghost hunter and her father are gone before pulling off his hood. He casts the hood aside. The rest of the hazmat suit follows, discarded onto the patient bed beside him. "I hate these things. They're so hard to breathe in."

"Well. That was theatrical," the doctor remarks. "You sure you didn't overdo it? She was really panicking."

"I doubt she'll remember. This was more for her father than anything."

"If you say so." The doctor looks him up and down, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Careful, you almost look rumpled."

He follows her gaze to his lapel, which had somehow folded over in the chaos. He tries to smooth it out, but a crease cuts across it, ruining the natural fold. It's tolerable, if a little annoying. He smooths out the rest of his suit, checking for any stains or smudges. White clothes are great when dealing with ectoplasm, which is a natural bleaching agent, but there are so many other things that can ruin it. It's unfortunate, especially for someone like him who always wants to look his best.

The doctor stands and stretches, popping her back. "I should be there when she wakes up."

"Agreed. I'll talk to Mr. Gray." They part outside the examination room, heading in opposite directions. The doctor will have plenty of time to examine the patient while she's unconscious. He's almost jealous. Sometimes, he wishes he stuck to the more scientific side of things rather than going for field work. Less people to deal with. More time in the lab.

Not that he doesn't enjoy his job.

He doesn't go far, knocking on the door to another examination room a little ways down the hall. Damon Gray looks up at his entrance, the perfect picture of a distraught father.

He sits down opposite the man and begins. "Mr. Gray, I'm Operative S. I'm afraid we need to talk about your daughter."

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