#today its pride socks

[stab-at-me]

feeling exceptionally cute and gay today

#i think its the bi socks i have on #and seeing a barista with a bi pin #just channeling all the energy of pride month today

[distantdarlings]

HOUSE PRIDE // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.8K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested - based on this* Theo is pissed that you seem to be interested in other guys. The two of you are not officially dating so you find it ridiculous that you can't talk to whomever you want. You have feelings for Theo, though, and think it might be interesting to put his jealousy to the test.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Heavy sexual material, degradation, name-calling, jealousy, fem reader, language, dom!Theo--honestly, this is just depraved

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Pyramids - Frank Ocean

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You pressed your face to your hands, breathing deeply. You couldn’t believe what you were fucking hearing. The pounding in your head refused to subside as he kept demanding an answer.

“Hello? Do you wanna explain why you were practically throwing yourself on Riddle today at lunch?” the brunette demanded, his eyes widened and wild. Your hands dropped and you made eye contact with the boy. You were in disbelief.

“Throwing myself at him? You dick, I tripped and fell on him! That’s just number one! Number two: you are not my fucking boyfriend,” you shouted, “I can throw myself on whoever I want, whenever I want!”

Theo locked his jaw and pursed his lips slightly. A tell of his that meant he was very angry. He didn’t usually speak much after he pushed past this point. More like, just crossed his arms and stared at you, eye bordering on twitching. You scoffed and held your hands out, waiting for a response from him. He said nothing.

“I don’t need you to tell me who to give attention to, Theo. You are not my boyfriend, I am not your girlfriend. I tripped and fell against Mattheo this morning and we both laughed it off, so why can’t you?”

“You just tripped and fell on him and his hands landed on your ass? Oh, whoops, just an accident!” he mocked you. 

“I don’t know if his hands were on my ass or not, he may have been trying to stabilize me as quickly as he could—but besides the point, who gives a fuck if he was touching my ass? It’s not like you’ve been too eager to do anything anytime soon!” you shout, blood rushing through your ears and cheeks. Shit. You did not mean to say that. His head shot back and his eyes widened slightly. You kept the anger imprinted on your face to attempt to hide the embarrassment you were feeling so strongly. Hopefully, he would think this was a super-confident confession written in a rage. Still, he said nothing.

“Oh, forget it! To hell with you, Theo!” you screamed, grabbing your robes and running out of his dorm room. He said nothing and made no move to stop you. Your feet carried you down the hallway and into your own room. 

None of your roommates were here. You figured they were all in different dorms, preparing for the common room party in a few hours. Once every couple of months, some of the Slytherins—usually seniors—will get together and prepare a “house” party. They’re always fun, high-energy, and filled to the brim with Slytherin pride. Merlin, you loved them. 

You had originally declined to go tonight. You had some leftover work that was due on Monday and you almost thought that Theo would invite you to Hogsmeade or something, but you should have known better than that. It seems all he’s concerned about is his reputation. 

You tugged through the buttons on your uniform top and ripped it off your shoulders. You pulled your skirt and socks off, holding the end of your bed for balance. There were a couple of nice outfits shoved in the trunk beneath the bedframe—you figured something in there would do. You reached up and let your hair down from its elastic, allowing it to fall to its natural length. The ends of the waved strands tickled your skin as you yanked the trunk into the open. Inside were a couple of different combinations, all saved up for special occasions. And if anyone asked you, making Theo Nott as jealous as you possibly could was a very special occasion. 

Your eyes fell on a specific top. A long sleeve, skin-tight sweetheart neckline that plunged a little deeper than it should, and a flared, darkened skirt. You reckoned it was simple and sexy. It practically bled Theo’s name all over your body, claiming you as his, though you pretended like you hated that. He never needed to know it, but you secretly loved how jealous he became when you had the smallest interactions with other people. You blow a curled hair out of your face. The fucker could have been running down the halls with a red tapestry taped to his back and you still wouldn’t call him a red flag. He was just what you wanted; what you’d wanted for years. Whether or not he’d ever actually act on your feelings for each other, you belonged to him and he belonged to you. 

You slipped the outfit on, mussed up your hair a bit, and applied a light layer of makeup. With the two tests, three project due dates, and eighteen assignments you’d had this week, you could use a bit of a touch-up. Hopefully, you didn’t sweat it off by the end of the night—though, that was sort of the goal.

You grabbed your wand and slipped it into your back pocket, patting it twice for good luck, and pushed through the dorm door. Down the hallway, you could hear the faint pounding of music. Your heart raced, keeping in time with the deep bass pushing past the walls. Was this a good idea? For a few moments, you stood in front of your door, pondering your options. Your plan for this evening could either end really well or really badly or you could avoid the possibilities completely and stay in like you originally planned. A deep sigh left you as your eyes slid closed. Who cared? This was your life and, you’d said it earlier, Theo was not your boyfriend and you intended on finishing what you’d started with Mattheo earlier this morning.

Deep cool colors swirled throughout the common room, echoing off of every shadow and highlight in the moulding. Everywhere you looked there was another Slytherin scarf or Quidditch team hat. One boy even wore a Slytherin flag around his neck like a cape. You laughed at the absurd outfit. These parties were most definitely one of the best things about being a Slytherin. Say what you will about the house, but they could throw a fucking party. 

You slid through swaying bodies, feeling the bass echo deep in your chest, rattling your ribcage. A couple of your friends were scattered throughout the crowd and slipped in gracefully with their personal friends. As you passed by them, they waved or flashed you a bright smile, all of which you returned. You would come back and talk but, for now, you were looking for someone specific. 

There was a table set up in front of the fireplace, decked out with green and black decorations, and overflowing with tall glasses of firewhisky. Your eyes skated along the length of the furniture until it reached a familiar body. You smirked and grabbed a drink before making your way over.

Enzo stood against the edge of the table, discussing something with one of the “bartenders.” When you stopped in front of him, his lips ceased and his eyes found your chest, then your eyes. His lips remained parted. Sweet, sweet Enzo. 

“Hey, En, I was wondering if you’d seen Mattheo, anywhere?” you smiled. He said nothing for a few seconds before stuttering back to life like an old car. 

“Uh, no, I haven’t seen him anywhere…uh, why do you need—um, I mean, did you need to talk to him?” he stumbled, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. The boy he’d been talking to—some fifth-year—snorted and rolled his eyes, turning away from the two of you to pour a couple more drinks. You stepped closer to Enzo, feeling his body heat on you. The shoes you were wearing granted you a couple more inches of height, which, consequently, put your hairline just above his. His eyes were angled slightly upward as he watched you. 

You waved him against you. He leaned in. The confidence burning through you tonight was more than you’d felt in a long time. You felt hurt and angry and frustrated. You could fix one of those quickly. You traced the skin above his ear, pushing a small tuft of copper hair back. A small shudder went through his body as you pressed your lips against his ear.

“I just wanted to dance and was looking for a boy who’d dance with me,” you said slowly. “I thought Mattheo would be the best but maybe you could…you know…”

You pulled away and smiled sweetly, placing a deep innocence into your eyes, watching as his lips parted and closed multiple times. You tilted your head to the right, allowing your eyes to switch from his eyes to his lips ever so briefly.

“I haven’t seen Mattheo, I’ll dance with you,” he said, licking his lips and swallowing thickly. You smiled brightly and grabbed one of the hands hanging limply by his side. You felt his warm skin beneath yours as you tugged him toward the center of the dancing mass. You were pretty sure you recognized the song playing and proceeded to work all of its beats throughout your body, encouraging Enzo to join you.

“Come on, En!” you laughed. “You’re supposed to dance with me.” He seemed to shock out of a momentary stupor. You felt good tonight and you hoped it was showing on your face and body. He still didn’t move and you reckoned he was going to take some physical guiding. 

As the song slowed slightly, you grabbed both of his hands and slid them around your hips. His breath shuddered through his lips as you began moving the two of you. You dropped your hands to his belt and guided his hips a bit, biting back a smile. He had all of the facilities for these particular…activities, he was just really nervous. Soon enough, though, his hips were moving on their own.

You turned around and placed your back against his chest. Without prompting, his hands dropped down to your hips, gripping them firmly. He moved you against him to every beat of the song. To be honest, he was placing a little bit of blush in your stomach. One of your arms raised to wrap loosely around his neck.

“That’s it, baby,” you cooed in his ear, cradling the base of his neck with your hand. One of his hands raised to hold your arm against him as the other stayed intact on your hip. A crooked smile found its way onto his lips as the both of you felt every rhythm the other was putting out. Fuck, maybe you’d picked the wrong boy all along. The way Enzo was grabbing your hips and ever so slowly grinding against your ass had your lips parting in a slow gasp.

“Like this?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. Merlin, help you.

If anything could have pulled you out of your current situation, it was the burning eyes you felt against you pouring into your skin like a brand. You gasped a bit and looked away from Enzo. Almost immediately, you found Theo’s eyes on the two of you. Enzo noticed your sudden change of attention and glanced up, finding the older’s eyes. Like he’d been branded himself, his hands faded away from you and, almost as quickly, so did he. Fucker. So much for sticking by you. 

You were used to it by now, though. Where you were involved, Theo was, too. Even though you weren’t actually together, everyone knew you were Theo’s. Anytime you were hanging out with another boy, he always found out. Even if it was just for a school assignment. 

His jaw was clenched and ticking. His eyes were lidded and ice-cold, angled right at you. You rolled your eyes and huffed, stomping off through the crowd. He couldn’t get whatever he wanted all the time. He needed to pick. He needed to officially claim you as his, take you on dates, buy you gifts, and all that nonsense or he needed to leave you the hell alone. He couldn’t have it both ways. 

You finally came upon the end of the crowd and the staircase leading to the girl’s dorms. You hurried up the steps, not even caring if he was behind you or ignoring you or with a different girl. 

The hallway was completely empty, everybody down at the party or taking an early night. You rushed across the winding floors, trying your best to get to your room before Theo changed his mind. You just wanted to get out of your clothes and makeup and go to bed. Your dorm door appeared around the corner followed by an immense sense of relief.

Your hand closed around the doorknob and—a hand closed tightly around your arm and yanked you back. A yelp escaped your lips as the perpetrator slammed you roughly into the wall just beside the door. It was Theo. He was livid, his breath coming out in hard slants, and his eyes so darkened they appeared black. You swallowed thickly, your breath rushing out of you just as his was. The two of you heard your hearts pounding in tandem.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, his face inches from yours. Your eyes glanced down from his to his lips, watching the changes in his anger. He waited impatiently for an answer for too long before you realized it wasn’t meant to be a rhetorical question. 

He grabbed your arm once more and pulled you away from the wall. A swift flick of his wand and a fury like no other, and he was pulling you into your empty dorm room. It was almost completely dark by now.

“You want some attention, huh?” he said, casting a flame into the stove set in the middle of the room, his grip on your arm never weakening. He slammed his wand down on your bedside table and pushed you onto your bed. You fell roughly against the mattress, your hands holding you up into a sitting position. He stared down at you wildly, like an angry parent.

“Answer me,” he growled. Your eyes bore the same innocence you’d given to Enzo earlier and you knew that he’d only last a few minutes like this. Already, his facade was flickering and his gaze was softening. 

“I just—I don’t know, Teddy, I—”

“You just, you—you, you…fucking spit it out,” he mocked you. Body betraying your mind, heat pooled in your lower stomach as his face got closer and closer to yours and he got angrier and angrier. If it was anyone else, you’d have gotten embarrassed or angry but with Theo…it was a different feeling.

“All out of confidence, hmm? What happened, baby, you had plenty out there when you were grinding your ass all over Lorenzo Berkshire in front of everyone!”

“What’s wrong with Enzo?” you squeaked, your thumbs rolling over the other.

“He’s not me, you stupid girl,” he roared, his words perking your chest. You pressed your thighs together discreetly, never losing eye contact with him. You hoped he hadn’t seen you.

“Are you serious? Are you fucking turned on right now?” he asked. He had seen you. You didn’t say anything. His hand reached around and roughly gripped your hair, his fingers tugging deliciously on your scalp. He held your head back.

“Answer me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a thousand times different. “Does it turn you on when I shout at you? When you get me jealous and worked up?” The way he was looking down at you had you gulping against the strain being placed on your throat. You nodded.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic,” he laughed darkly, the sinister tone in his voice echoing in your stomach. His hand let go of your hair and grabbed your jaw tightly. He held your face up so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you fucking belong to?” An eyebrow quirked. You nodded once more, anticipation hitting you like a train. He smirked, releasing your jaw by pushing you back roughly. Your back came into contact with the bed, the material nearly knocking the breath out of you. 

He crawled over you slowly, letting his lips ghost over your exposed cleavage, neck, chin, lips. He paused and allowed his breath to pour into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol, the scent of it burning your lips. He pushed his tongue out and gently traced it over your bottom lip. Your lips parted in a gasp at the contact. Just as soon as your mouth had opened, his had covered it, suffocating all breath. You moaned into him, feeling the way his body held you tightly against the mattress. 

You raised your hand to place your fingers beneath his shirt, but one of his hands reached down and grabbed yours with a speed your intoxicated brain wasn’t capable of comprehending right now. He raised them above your head and held them with a grip like a vice, his fingers violent and unyielding. You’d definitely have bruises in the morning. 

You bucked your hips against him, trying to illicit some contact between your core and his. He grunted at the touch before pulling back and roughly turning you over, pressing your chest into the mattress. 

“Don’t fucking do that,” he growled into your ear, still holding your hands tightly above you. “Do as I fucking say. I’m going to pull this skirt up and I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to say a word but my name. Do you understand me?” You nodded frantically, impatiently waiting for some contact. 

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed as he slowly let them go. You curled your fingers around the edge of the bed to keep them locked in place. You didn’t dare disobey him. 

Behind you, you could hear the clink of his belt buckle as he pulled it from his jeans and dropped it to the floor. The anticipation was killing you, your thighs pressing tightly together for a chance at some friction. The heat between them was beginning to become too much. 

He pressed bruising kisses along the side of your neck, trailing them down your shoulder. His teeth cut along the flesh, ripping blacks and blues into the sensitive skin. You whimpered at the feeling, knowing good and well he just wanted everyone to see whose you were.

His fingers ghosted along the outsides of your thighs, tracing the chills that appeared in their wake. You shuddered against the sheets, waiting to feel everything he was about to do. You couldn’t see any of his movements and, for whatever reason, that amplified the feeling by a million. 

There was a moment of nothing except for the sound of rustling clothing. No part of him touched you and you found yourself becoming more and more desperate by the moment. You reckoned he was removing unnecessary items of his outfit but if he didn’t do something soon, you were going to start pitching a fit. 

Then his thumb pressed against your thin undergarments, right where you needed him the very most. An awfully audible moan left your lips and your spine arched against his touch. Merlin help anyone who walked by this dorm or, worse, tried to come in.

“Please, baby,” you sighed, your fingers clenching tightly against the mattress. His hand roughly grabbed your hair once more, tugging your head back.

“My name only, you dumb slut,” he insulted before pushing your head back into the sheets. One hand held your head to the bed as the other lined his hips up with yours. 

No matter how many times the two of you did this, you’d never get used to it. He was just so much better than any of the other boys in school. And there were a lot of them too. None of them felt like Theo and he knew it, too. He knew that you would always come back to him. He was impossible to leave. His touch and rough, degrading words were addictive and you couldn’t stay away from him. Your friends had told you over and over again that you needed to drop him and completely move on but you just couldn’t. He was the closest thing to a drug you had.

He tucked a finger beneath your undergarments and slid them over to the side. He placed a hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he ordered. You complied. He spread the material over his fingers slowly, coating each one thoroughly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand disappear and reintroduce itself with your core. The tips of his soaked fingers skirted between the slit of your skin, lathering you in his touch. Just as he’d instructed, his name poured from your lips like a prayer. 

He pulled his hands away and quickly replaced them with a dark, warm heat that pressed into you agonizingly slowly, stretching every part of you out.

“Fuck, it’s been a while,” he groaned breathlessly, pushing into you until he bottomed out. His lips curve just above your ear, every moan and whisper touching your mind like a soft hand. As he began to move, they became louder and made less sense to either of you. His name curled around the room. You worshipped him. The reverence you placed on every syllable touched his chest and slid down to his core. He gasped into your ear. You sounded so fucking good.

It didn’t matter if he fucked every girl in Hogwarts, none of them could ever compare to you. 

“Theo, baby, you feel so good,” you screamed, the words vibrating your skin. 

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed. You moaned aloud as he pressed an especially sharp thrust against you. “I know, I know.”

“Please, please, please,” you babbled, your words pathetic and useless. His hips never ceased their brutal pace.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Are you my girl? Or are you Enzo’s?” He growled the last part, his fingers tangling painfully in your hair. You yelped at the feeling, tilting your head back to relieve some of the pain.

“No, no! I’m yours, Teddy, I’m all yours, please,” you begged. 

“That’s right, baby.” He released your hair. Every movement of his body brought you closer and closer to your end. His hands gripping your hips and pulling himself toward his own, his lips curling against your ear, his weight holding you perfectly in place.

Neither of you would last much longer and you both knew that. Every deep push of his hips drove you further into your pleasure as you began to close around him, gradually coaxing a release out of him. One of his hands dropped down to trace tight circles against you, ignoring the way your hips quaked to get away from the overstimulation. You were done for. 

Every sound pouring from his lips began to mingle with yours a bit closer as he pushed you through both of your final breaths. His hips got slower and his grip loosened on your waist. The loss of his support sent your weakened body falling back down to the mattress. A breathless chuckle came from him as he laid down beside you, his shimmering skin luminescent in the moonlight. You presented him with a tired smile. 

“Could Enzo fuck you like that?” he asked, a proud smirk imprinted on his lips.

“I don’t know—I’ll let you know when I find out.”

#fanfiction #creative writing #fanfic #writing #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #reader insert #oneshot #slytherin #harry potter smut #hogwarts fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #mattheo riddle

[helluvapoison]

4. Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably once you faint right in front of them, "5. Where does it hurt the most?" with Lucifer and reader

Injured Prompt

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Did you know when you roll your ankle you’re not supposed to walk on it? You might’ve known that if the Pride Ring’s hospital ever answered the fucking phone!

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If your boyfriend Lucifer wasn’t out and about today, making up for some odd months of meetings, he could’ve teleported you there in no time. Then again, if he was here he might summon Belphegor themself. Not wanting to bother anyone, you told yourself it would be fine. Besides with Hell’s “no checking out early” healing abilities, it would right itself on its own by tomorrow! That continued to be your mantra but as the day got away from you it became harder to ignore that stabbing pain in your foot.

It certainly didn’t help that you’d overexerted yourself by helping Charlie move things up and down the hall because Nifty had clogged the pipes (again) which resulted in minor flooding damage. The whole time it felt like Vaggie’s suspicious stare saw right through your poorly worn mask. Charlie asked no less than 22 times if you were ok to which you waved off her concerns. It took a few hours but the furniture was moved out of the room, leaving only a mushy carpet to deal with. Neither Kiki nor Alastor could be found and since Lucifer wasn’t there to snap the problem away, the princess attempted herself. However her powers were still a bit… undisciplined. The best she could do to try and evaporate the water had actually set the carpet on fire.

Vaggie rested her hand on Charlie’s shoulder with a soft smile, “It might be time for a break, babe. Don’t want you to overdo it.” She pointedly shot that part at you.

With a sigh the blonde conceded and allowed Vaggie to usher her out.

Simultaneously grateful but cursing the downtime, you waited a minute before leaving yourself. Now that you've slowed to a stop your ankle throbbed with vengeance. Peeling your sock back to take a peek, you gasped. Your foot was definitely not purple this morning! Shit shit shit, it was definitely time for a break!

You limped to the elevator, using the wall for support when Lucifer rounded the corner. Like the wall had tried to bite you, you yanked your hand from it and forced both feet flat on the ground. You grimaced, poorly trying to conceal it with a smile.

“Duckie!” You greeted through a wheeze. Has breathing been this hard all day?

With much more enthusiasm in his voice, he sang your name and rushed over. Lucifer lifted you off the ground to spin with you in his arms, unknowingly providing momentary relief. His laugh and smile were infectious. Just a second with him had swept you into the world you shared and washed away your troubles. Unfortunately they returned once he set you down and despite how gently he did, you hissed when you touched the floor again.

“What was that?” He asked with a tilted head, holding onto your waist.

“Oh, uh, I’m practicing my Sir Pentious impression!”

You’re unsure why you lied. Maybe a part of you wanted to pretend for a little longer. You think back to the time you got a paper cut and he forced you into bed rest for three days. Once he found out about your ankle nearly snapping in half, you would, inadvertently, send him spiraling into his mother duck state of mind! And the poor man never seemed to catch a break! You didn’t want to stress him out over something that would heal.

He seemed to believe your fib.

At least someone did because it was getting harder to convince yourself.

“It’s good, it’s good!” Lucifer nodded thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes. You instantly knew he was trying to recall just who the serpent fellow was. “Anywho, I ran into Charlie just now. Heard this place almost fell apart without me, huh?”

He nudged your arm with his elbow, prompting you to laugh instead of focusing on the pain. You forced the sound out a bit too much to try and make leaning against the wall look natural. It didn’t. You almost collapsed against the surface, sliding down as your leg began to give. Lucifer slipped his hands under your arms, doing the majority work of holding you up. Your head began nodding off and you realized you were face to face with him. Not a good sign considering your height difference. He was wearing his nervous grin that you knew all too well he only put on before he started panicking internally.

“Darling, is this part of the Sir Pina Colada impression? Starting to, uh, worry over here.”

“Nothing, nothing. I think… I just… nee..”

The last thing you see is Lucifer’s smile dropping entirely, pupils shrinking to worry-filled slits.

Then black.

~

There’s a moment while waking up where it’s pure bliss. You’re not you; you’re not anyone. You barely exist— and then you do. The worries, memories, pain; it all comes rushing up on you like a train and hits you just as hard. You scrunch your nose and pull your eyebrows together as you attempt to sit up. Silk under your palms have you acutely aware that you’re not in your bed, but Lucifer’s. And you know what they say about speaking of the devil.

“Oh no! Nonononono, I don’t think so,” He sings, gently pushing your shoulders back until you’re flat against the plushy pillows, “You’ve got some explaining to do. ”

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” You groan, “I thought I had it under control! I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Au contraire, darling, I want to worry about you! Just maybe not that much next time, alright? I think I had a heart attack! If that’s what those feel like… Ech.” Lucifer was wracked by a shiver, shaking off the final wave with his head.

You let out a breathy laugh.

The man smiled at the sound and honed his full attention on you, forcing a serious, but soft, tone, “Now! Doctor Morningstar is here to help, so tell me, where does it hurt most? ”

“My ankle.”

You recoiled when he attempted to peel away your sock. He muttered an apology, studying your foot rather unfazed. As interesting as it was to watch him get truly somber about something, you couldn’t appreciate it right now. The fire spreading from your ankle stole all your senses and he wasn’t even touching it anymore.

“It wasn’t all purple-y yesterday right? We might have to amputate.”

“Lucifer.” You growled through grit teeth.

He chuckled. “Sorry. That one killed when Charlie was younger. Ok, ok! Pain management first, jokes later.”

There was a heavy knock on the door that made both of you turn your heads. Your eyes narrowed while a bright grin spread across his porcelain face.

“Are you expecting someone?” You asked suspiciously.

“Belphegor, of course!”

Of course.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #injured reader #poiboiwrites

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Period and Nightmare

Minho/ Reader

domestic fluff; acts of service; literal sleeping together; crying; kisses and cuddles; period pain; comfort

wc: 1877

'I'm tired', you whispered into Minho's hoodie. The TV screen flickered in various colours, presenting the current movie you were watching, while being all curled up together on the sofa. It was blurry though, because sleep was announcing itself by yawns and with its result of teary eyes. You were cuddling Minho's arm, chin resting on his shoulder and legs draped around his waist.

'Go to bed then', he huffed and gently pushed you away from him, freeing his arm. Your grip around his torso was stronger and you just shifted your position until you were seated on his lap, facing him frontal instead of sideways now.

'Carry me?', you asked and leaned forward to hug him. He sighed and you could register his eyes rolling around in annoyance without actually seeing them. His arms however mustn't have gotten the message of disapproval, because they immediately wrapped around you, welcoming your initiated physical closeness.

There was no verbal conplaint. When he actually got up, you were however so surprised about the fact that he would really carry you to bed that you almost fell if he wouldn't have held you so securely. He didn't show any sign of reaction, just walked towards the bedroom and put you down onto the edge of the mattress, placing a kiss on your forhead.

'Thank you', you mumbled under your breath.

Minho left, letting sounds echo through the bathroom and returned soon with one toothbrush in his mouth and one in in his hand. So, you lazily brushed your teeth and let Minho drag you to the bathroom to spit out the minty foam. A pair of fresh panties with an already applied pat was laying on the heater, as well as some other items of clothes. You noticed his shirt and a pair of socks.

'Wanna take another quick shower to warm up?', he asked and looked at you patiently. You were too tired and felt too weak to keep standing for much longer so you declined.

'Okay', he spoke and turned around to take the hair brush, to your surprise.

'Braiding it? So it won't annoy you at night?', he suggested casually as if it was totally clear what he was doing, as if this was the usual evening routine. It wasn't. Usually you let eachother alone and just got together in bed again. Minho needed his time alone to calm down after a long day and you enjoyed it as well, knowing someone is in the next room, while you can concentrate on processing your thoughts of the day, absently tidying up and getting ready for bed.

Today, however, you were clingy. Minho let you be. Your stomach was tight and despite not actually being in pain the comfort level wasn't high either and you could feel your body working hard. Being on your period was never easy, the fortunately only suble sensation in your stomach was omnipresent and absorbing all your energy, causing you to feel in need of some guaranteed safety. What else would make you feel safer than Minho being the reliable and supportive person he is?

Your hair was braided quickly, two strands of lose braids falling over your shoulders. Not too tight, so it won't hurt, but the hair was tamed, he explained. The pride in his tired voice was obvious and you were proud of him, thankful, so you took his hand and gave it a gentle kiss. That made him giggle and his eyes sparkled.

He cleared his throat and returned to his serious deminor, getting back into the role of your personal life assistant. This basically means, Minho seemed as stoic as possible, but was actually overprepared, oversupportive, overprotective and slightly nervous.

He tugged on your clothes, you were currently wearing and told you to switch into a new pyjama set. He helped you getting dressed, kneeling in front of you and let you hold onto his shoulders for balance when he put your fresh panties on. The fabric was warm against your lower stomach and back. With Minho's help you finished getting dressed comfortably and made your way to bed, finally. A few kisses, a few last words of the day and you were fast asleep.

The dream didn't start bad, but in classical fever dream manner the dream turned abstract and overwhelming right away. You were locked into a metal box of a room that was pushed deeper into the thick walls of a building where no phone would have connection to the outside world and of course, no one would hear your screams. You realized this quickly and typed a short panicked message to your friend and when you saw them hiding at the entrance, you got the chance to hand them your phone, so they could send the message where signal was more likely to be available. In the end you both got locked in and knocked out by getting electro shocked.

Fainting was your least favorite thing in dreams. Feeling the loss of consciousness and the pain of the cramping muscles caused by the electro shock in the intensity that could only be experienced so vividly in the rem phase was genuinely painful. Absurd that the brain had the capacity to put you into circumstances you'd never actually experienced, but using the current sensation of muscle cramps for the illusion of authenticity.

A few more scenes were shown to you, no cohesion, just scary examples of what could go horribly wrong in real life. You woke up with pain in your stomach and chest, immediately sitting up to distance yourself from sleep.

'What's wrong?', Minho asked panicked, but his tone remained gentle, maybe due to his own sleepiness.

You just shook your head, 'nothing', but he knew better, starting to rub your back to ground you.

'Wanna talk about it?', he asked, but again, you just shook your head. The echoing pain that could have either come purely from the dream or your uterus that was being lovingly dramatic, was overwhelming. You dropped down forwards, burying your face into Minhos stomach.

He was warm and the fabric of his shirt felt extra soft against your skin. His hands were still on you, massaging your scalp and making sure you felt his attention on you. With a quick shift you layed down again and pushed yourself into Minho's embrace. Him welcoming you with open arms was his default setting at night.

'Your heart beats like crazy', he remarked and his hand landed on your forhead.

'Are you feeling sick?', he questioned, a hint of panic in his voice.

'Of course I do', you whined and almost laughed at his oblivion. As well as he took care of you and learned more about how you experience your menstrual cycle with each month that he was with you, he wasn't able to get an understanding beyond the theory. He just woke up. You didn't expect him possibly acing an exam about your hormonal cycle and its effects on you. If it would be important to you, he would try to perfect his knowledge faster though.

'Let's get you a glass of water', he suggested and got out of bed.

'No', you panicked and ran after him, holding onto his arm, before he could step out of the room.

Baffled, he stopped and let go of the door handle. His hand found its way into your hair and he gently pattet your head.

'I'll be back in a second. Why don't you pick one of my hoodie in the meantime? You're freezing.'

His voice was soft and caring as if he was talking to an injured deer. And you felt like one. If he would leave you alone, you would just be killed by a wolf, you were sure.

'Please, don't leave me alone', he whispered, voice shaky, because you were really about to cry.

'Just 2 minutes', he explained and you tried hard not to start crying.

*

'Blue hoodie it is', you decided and went back to bed, hugging the blue fabric instead of wearing it.

The blanket lulled you into sleepy warmth that Minho's and your body radiated. Tears were still brimming in the corner of your eyes and finally rolled down and drowned into the pillow beneath your head. You didn't sob, you didn't whine, you just cried silently and too weak to control your mood in any sense.

Minho returned with a glass of water and sat down on his side of the mattress. He held the bavarage in one hand and gently caressed your head with the other, the whole time until your tears came to an end.

You felt calmer and sat up, his hoodie still trapped between your arms and you upper body. When Minho noticed, he let out a chuckle and gained your attention. He handed you the water, waited until you drank, took the glass again and placed it on the floor next to the bed. Then, he lifted the blanket and pushed himself underneath, sighing with the welcoming warmth on his skin.

'Are you planning on cuddling or wearing my hoodie?', he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

'Oh, ahm, wearing', you answered in surprise and sat up to pull the piece of clothing over hour head. You quickly adjusted it a bit and layed back down again.

Minho held the blanket open for you and tugged you in the second your body hit the mattress.

'Do you think you can sleep?', he mumbled and it was evident that he was about to fall asleep any second.

'I guess', you sighed, but weren't too sure.

'Come here', he mumbled even lower than before and welcomed you into his embrace, you squeezed right into his front.

'Can I hold you properly, under your shirt, or is it uncomfortable?', he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder, while you both were laying on your sides facing eachother.

'Is your hand warm or cold?', you questioned and felt first his fingertips and then also his smooth and warm palm on your cheek.

'Okay', you breathed out.

His mere touch directly on your skin felt wonderful. He stuffed his hand under the blanket and gently, in a slow motion lifted first the hoodie to rub up and down your clothed waist, only to then proceed to lift your shirt as well to finally let his hand rest on your bare body.

He gently massaged the side of your stomach with his thumb and you could literally melt into him.

'Please try to sleep', he almost whined, burying his face into the pillow.

'Sorry', you whispered, feeling guilt of being the reason he's awake wash over you.

'No, it's fine. I just want you to rest as well as possible', he declared and added, 'I can't stand it when you're in pain and uncomfortable'.

You leaned your forhead against his chest and laughed, his hand on your waist slightly urging you to get closer to him.

'You're so wonderful', you mumbled into his shirt and started caressing his back, not even one minute later hearing his soft snores.

His steady rhythm in combination with his warmth and his secure hold on you, made you eventually drift off to sleep as well.

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Petnames (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: Damian calls you by your name while grocery shopping instead of the usual petnames, you're not a fan.

word count: 1,330

warnings: a vaguely suggestive sentence This is entirely based off of a TikTok I saw, I wish I could link it but I lost it. I really wanted to go more into Damian's Arab culture so this is the start :)

You rolled the cart forward, leaning your body weight onto the handle bar. Shelves stacked on top of shelves obscured your vision, aisles filled to the brim with expensive foods you didn’t even know existed. 

Who cooks with saffron? Like seriously. 

Damian insisted on going grocery shopping today and you didn’t hesitate to tag along, enjoying the peaceful company that his presence always brought. He was currently sifting through the tiny bottles of herbs in front of him. 

Sesame seeds were gently placed in the cart alongside the lemons he picked out earlier, taking his time finding the perfect one for later tonight. Cumin found its way in the cart as well, set down right next to the yeast. 

Damian’s cooking was one you had come to adore. He spared no expense when it came to providing you with a proper meal. He was fueled by his desire to provide, the act of service lover in him thrived on the sensation. So as he began to explore his culture’s cuisine, you were a constant support for him. 

His new favorite pastime was experimenting with different flavored spreads, trying to perfect his own recipe so he could write it down in the household recipe journal right next to Alfred’s iconic banana bread and Tim’s new tofu recipe (created the second he learned Damian steered clear of animal products as much as possible, a vegetarian leaning slightly vegan if he could).

Damian had spent hours trying to learn how to craft dough from scratch, the fragile pita was a task he was willing to overcome with patience. Each time his hands would be covered in flour, the kitchen turned into a warzone of attempts. One batch was cooking, one was cooling, one was in his hands, and one was set aside to rise. You’d join him every time, sitting pretty on the counter while he worked, listening to the soft hum he let out as he concentrated. 

Damian would kiss you in between, his cheeks dusted with flour that he barely noticed. 

“You’re gonna get flour all over my clothes,” you’d whine in the kiss, complaints falling onto deaf ears as he kissed you deeply. His hands would settle onto the counter on either side of you, caging you in with his body. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage just fine,” he’d smirk.

His sleeves would be rolled up after you insisted he wore an apron, he refused until you put it on him yourself. You’d tie the apron around his waist, the second you finished he’d pull you into a kiss in thanks. You’d blink and his hands would be under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter with the soft words of “I’ll need a taste tester.”

He’d hand you a small spoon every so often, watching your reaction with so much intensity it almost made you laugh with how serious he was about this. His eyebrows would furrow into the scowl as he waited for your feedback while you tasted the creamy hummus.

“It tastes amazing,” you’d gush, the flavors bursting to life on your tongue with how all the spices meshed together. 

The satisfaction on his face was always worth it. It was small, but the pride blossoming inside of him was always so endearing to you. Your word of praise sunk straight into him until his heart felt lighter. 

You’d flick flour at him as the night trailed onwards, smearing wet dough right on the tip of his nose so you could see him go cross-eyed. 

“Oh you are going to regret that.” 

“Am I?” you’d feign, holding back your own laughter. 

By the end of the night, you’d be out of breath with giggles, socked feet sliding across kitchen tiles as he chased you. He’d always nab you, wrapping you so tightly against his body with no hope for escape. You’d fight until your clothes were covered in just as much flour as he was. 

He’d smell of freshly cut herbs and the feeling of home. His tongue would taste of his marvelous cooking, an addicting essence you’d chase after well into the night while your dirty clothes lay discarded as an afterthought. 

The clink of glass against the metal cart brought you straight back to the grocery store. You could feel the tingle on your lips from the memory. You coughed, looking up to find Damian deciding between two types of chickpeas. They slowly became a staple of the household, an easy protein substitute for Damian alongside tofu. 

“Y/n, did you end up liking this one?” He turned to you, holding up the lightly colored kabuli package. The peas rattled against each other as the bag shifted. 

You went to respond but your brain stuttered to a stop. 

“What?” 

Damian quirked up an eyebrow before repeating himself: “Did you enjoy the last hummus I made with these or did you prefer the other kind?” 

“No, before that.” 

Now Damian was really lost. “I said nothing before that, we haven’t spoken since I last asked you about the oils.” 

You remembered, debating between the traditional olive oil or the more expensive avocado oil. 

“You said my name.” 

Damian nodded slowly, looking at you with a bewildered expression, one he used when he was trying not to call you a fucking twat. 

“I did, yes.” 

“Why did you call me that,” you almost pouted. “Are you mad at me?” 

He scoffed, taken aback completely. “No,” the syllable raised with his surprise but he held it firm, reassuring you solidly. “It’s just your name.” 

The chickpeas were long since forgotten, his hands falling beside his thighs as he leaned against the cart. 

“What did I do?” you asked, your heart sinking.

Damian couldn’t tell if you were being serious or messing around with him. He spoke slowly, “Am I not allowed to say your name?” 

You fully pouted, your words feeling embarrassing the more the conversation continued. “You just always use a nickname like beloved or love, you only ever call me by my name when you’re mad at me.” 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, a playful feeling settling behind his eyes. He didn’t realize how much those names meant to you, he’d remember that next time. 

“No I don’t,” he remarked, the playful retort falling from his lips easily.

“Yes you do!” you laughed, if you were closer you would’ve punched him in the shoulder (not like he would’ve moved or anything, but it got the message across all the same). “Cmon, Dames, what did I do?” 

“You didn’t do anything,” Damian said. “I merely wanted to grab your attention so I could know which flavor to buy.” 

“Then take it back,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Damian looked at you with a bored expression. “Excuse me?” 

“Take it back,” you demanded, standing firm in your words. “Call me something else.” 

“Is that really necessary?”

You pleaded with your eyes, willing every ounce of puppy dog sadness into your gaze. Damian narrowed his eyes in return. You were playing a dirty trick, knowing his weakness and exploiting it. He stood unwavering for a single moment, staring straight into your eyes with his own. 

But in the end, those eyes would always make him cave. 

“Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance. “Beloved, darling, love of my life, habibti,” the arabic term of endearment rolled off his tongue with ease, it always made your chest flutter, “What flavor would you prefer?” 

You smiled wide, a big toothy grin that made your eyes sparkle. 

Damian tsked, “Are you satisfied now?” 

“Yes,” you beamed, your hands falling from your chest and back onto the cart handle. “And the desi one, it’s creamier.” 

Damian plopped the bag into the cart. “You are such a dork.” 

You hummed, “You love me, don’t lie.” 

“Do I, Y/n?” Damian smiled, turning away to exit the aisle. 

“Aye!” You followed after him, hearing the soft chuckle from afar.

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Mistake | Rick Grimes

Genre: smut

Summary: The relationship between both you and Rick is negative, banter that is took too far, like frenemies. When Rick comes home injured, anger sparks and you decide to apologise by cleaning him up, he has another reward in mind ;)

Warnings: Dumbification, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), cussing, blood, mention of injury, fingering, little bit of praise.

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It was quiet, too quiet. Too calm and safe, Alexandria, a place full of pussies, as Daryl would say. You should appreciate it, but its hard to..being stuck in a home with a man you hate, being one of the only single people left in the group, you had to fill the gap in the household, it was fine caring for Carl and Judith, but being so close to Rick, no.

His annoying voice, that painfully soothed you and his mannerisms, how he holds himself so well, how he walks with pride, it was like your body didn't know how to respond, pure hatred or pure want due to probable daddy issues..who knows. Either way, living with the man wasn't fun, he hated the way you got on so well with his kids and how well you helped around the house, how skilled you were with walkers. Everyone seemed to grow sick of the constant bickering, seemingly why you now live in a house alone with him and his kids.. and well Carl often takes Judith out during the day.

However, Rick was on a run as of right now, god knows when he would get back, so here you are, alone, reading a book on the plush couch, decorated in carefully crafted pillows and blankets. You could only see the shine of the clean hardwood floors, the fluffy socks on your feet making it impossible to feel discomfort of the hard flooring, yet you did, feel the discomfort that is. In an apocalyptic world, most grew to find comfort in the uncomfortable, everything was too perfect, after a while, an actual prison can begin to feel like home, yet this house just didn't.

You were knocked out of your nihilistic thought, the sound of the front door opening rang through your ears, recognising it to be rick by the sounds of his heavy boots and belt moving with a rhythmic metal sound. He didn’t announce himself but he didn’t need to, his presence was clear to you. "Finally home? Another useless trip or did you actually accomplish something today?" you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the book.

He just muttered something under his breathe in response, he stood somewhere behind you, the sound of him taking his jacket off present. "hey i may as well go pour the gas out into the river, cuz you know..that's basically what your doing with all these drives..or maybe i should go shoot a brick wall-"

"Fucking- just, not now..godamnit y/n, i'm sick of whatever this is"

"anger, rudeness, teasing..there are many words you can use rick, or is your brain decaying from being around all these mindless wimps all day-"

"y/n! god, i said enough!" He snapped and only then did you look up and meet his gaze, his tired gaze. He was a mess, covered in dirt, blood splattered all over his clothes and face, a few cuts on his face and hands. Guilt flew through you as you placed your book down on the coffee table. Tiptoeing over to him, you placed a hand on his bicep as you mumbled apologies, a newfound sympathy. He went to push you away, but held back, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"shit, i just wanted to come home to peace..but i can't, your constant teasing, its like we pick fights with each other, its pathetic!" he raised his voice, it was unclear if he was angry at just you..or both of you, either way, it wasn't nice.

"Rick, look..I'll leave you be tonight, k? Or just for a little while, seems like you need a break" you swiped your thumb over his arm and he looked at you, his blue eyes deep. "I'd say go relax and take a shower but the waters off while they fix something"

"Are y'kidding? Just my fucking luck, I need to clean myself up" He groaned, tipping his head back. Chewing on your lip, you smiled, light bulb moment. You walked around the house, grabbing various items, a water bottle, a cloth and a first aid kit. "I'll help..least i can do" you mumbled, sitting on the kitchen counter before ushering him over.

He raised his brow and strode over, standing in front of you, however he kept a distance, being petty. Sighing, you signaled for him to come closer, he obliged and moved an inch or two forward, grinning mischievously at you as you looked at him, dumbfounded. With a huff, you pulled him closer, in between your legs as they hung off the counter. He accepted the position and awkwardly moved his hands before setting them on your knees nervously.

You carefully poured some water onto the cloth, looking back at him afterwards. "stay still." He nodded in response and watched as you lifted the cloth to his face, slowly wiping some of the more prominent dirt away before brushing it over his skin. His eyes flickered over your features, curiosity shining in his blue orbs. The new intimacy made you appreciate more of him, the way he licked his once dry lips, the short beard, that was streaked lightly with grey. The way his hair fell over his face ever so slightly made you shiver, he looked good. It made you wonder how many times you missed his attractiveness throughout the years, you always knew he was good looking but suddenly you felt heavily attracted to the older man.

Slowly, you brushed some of his hair away revealing a deep gash just above his eyebrow, it made you cringe ever so slightly "fuck, does that not hurt?" You asked, reaching into the first aid kit and pulling out some alcohol wipes. He shrugged, seeming zoned out and exhausted. Sighing, you bit down onto your lip and gently swiped the wipe over the cut, he flinched and gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, but you didn't mind, mumbling an apology and carrying on.

You frowned "i need to stitch that up, its super deep" you said, placing your pinky under his chin, forcing eye contact. He just nodded and gave you a look of approval, using his free hand to pat your knee in a reassuring way. You took his approval with a grain of salt and got what you needed, he watched your every move intently before closing his eyes when you got ready.

He was tough, but anyone could admit it was painful, you began to stitch it up, trying to be as gentle and quick as possible, his breathe seemed to hitch and his grip tightened in your shirt. You pursed your lips and persevered, taking great care with him. At a particularly painful part, his hand that once rested on your knee, tightly gripped at the push of your thigh, yet you managed to not react and push any dirty thoughts away.

Not long after, you finished, placing everything down and grabbing the cloth, wiping over his face once more, however his grip on your thigh didn't halt, nor did he show any signs of moving. Smiling, you placed the cloth down and looked at him, to your surprise he was already staring deep at you. You lifted your hand to pat his cheek "all done"

He grinned lightly and looked at you, the air thick and hot all of a sudden. "well thank you" he mumbled, his thumb brushing over your clothed thigh. "why do we fight?"

"i couldn't tell you, maybe its your annoying face" you joked. He scoffed, his face softening as he tipped his head to the side "the face you just took such good care of, i might just get you to do this every day" he joked, seeming to move closer.

"I dunno, i don't ever make the same mistake twice.." you clicked your tongue, finding yourself leaning towards him as if some unknown force was pulling you. He seemed impressed at your snarky remark and looked up from your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

"hm..well this better not be a mistake" he said, voice barely above a whisper as he pressed his lips against yours, it was shocking, so out of nowhere and sudden, yet you kissed back, and god it was not a mistake. Your hands fell comfortably around his neck and he hummed lightly in satisfaction, pulling back to catch his breathe, lips still dancing over yours.

It was had to breath, everything was so sudden, so much had happened, it had been so long since a man had touched you, it was like your senses were in overdrive. You craved him, wanted more of him, your fingers fumbled with the edge of his hair as you pressed a short, gentle kiss to his lips.

A low noise escaped him as his free hand sat on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his large frame spread your thighs, the way his hand still gripped so tight onto your thigh made you whimper. You were becoming so needy, so overwhelmed by him.

He let his hand ride up your thigh, thumb rubbing over the hot material that clothed your inner thigh, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He peppered sensual kisses over your neck, his lips warm and soft as they parted on the skin of your neck, sucking a mark into the skin. His warm embrace made your head tilt back and eyes flutter back in pleasure.

His scent was exhilarating, having him so close made your heart skip a beat, you never knew you needed him, but now you feared the idea of not being so close. He pulled back from your neck, gently tugging your skin with his teeth, he stepped back, eyes on your neck. A noise left your mouth, it was pathetic and at any other time would cause you embarrassment, but his absence wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him.

He snickered, stepping back between your thighs, both hands spreading over your thighs, gripping at the skin. "someones had a change of heart" He hummed, looking into your dazed eyes, his own slightly glazed over. You just mumbled in response, one of your hands resting on his shoulder and the other on his cheek.

“You’ve gone quiet darlin..have I really made that much of a mess out of you, that fast?” He smirked, leaning to brush his lips over yours, kissing you multiple times for just seconds. You found yourself desperately leaning into him, unbeknownst to what had happened to you.

“Tell me what you want, y/n” his voice was gruff, quiet, it made your body shake. The way your name rolled of his tongue. Licking your lips, you finally spoke up “I want you to touch me, Rick”

“That’s it, good job” he teased, his tone patronising as he squeezed your thighs gently, leaning in once again yet this time kissing you harshly. His lips moving against yours, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip as his fingers fumbled with your jeans, hands sliding up the material to unbutton them, making sure to drag his fingers as close to your heat as possible.

He tugged at the jeans, pulling them down your thighs and leaving them halfway down your shins as to not break the kiss. His tongue found its way into your mouth, the kiss deepening in all the ways you craved as one of his hands played teasingly with the hem of your underwear.

You whined, hands finding his hair to tug gently, earning a groan from him as he began to mess with your panties, agonisingly slow as he began to tug them down your thighs, just like the jeans. He hummed and pulled away from the kiss, lowering himself to fully remove the clothing that rested on your legs, his cold, calloused hands slowly made there way up your legs, landing on your hips and hiking you to the very edge of the counter.

You felt exposed as he spread your thighs with his large hands, his head between them, his breathe hot against your skin as he pressed short kisses along your thighs, one of his hands moving to your heat, his eyes met yours as if he was asking for your permission, you were quick to nod. You were sure you wanted him.

He couldn’t hold back the grin against the plush or your thigh, gently sucking another mark as his thumb found your clit, circling it at a slow pace, the touch sending you insane as your head flew back. He seemed proud of himself, it was clear in the way he sped up the circles to a much nicer pace, his middle finger circling your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you.

He watched your reactions closely, his finger pushing in and out of you, curling into the soft spot you craved. Quiet, desperate moans began to leave your mouth as your hips began to move against his hands, needy. He used his free hand to halt your movements, mumbling a quiet “not yet” he shook his head. It was quick but you felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as your body tried to, but failed to move against him. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a constant pace, watching you in pleasure as you came undone.

He began to pepper kisses up your thigh, moving closer and closer before he you felt a kiss on your clit, the sensation new and amazing. His tongue circled and played with your sensitive heat, making sure to change often, his finger still inside you. Your hands found his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to keep composure, the evident feeling of him adding another finger into your tight cunt making your eyes squeeze shut. His grin was clear against your skin.

His hand finally loosened on your hips and you were able to move against his face, thighs squeezing around him slightly at the harsh pleasure. His hand wrapped around the back of it, the other still working at your cunt, pushing at the same spot over and over again as he began to suck on your clit, feeling the way your legs began to shake. Your orgasm was building up and it was obvious, the way your quiet moans turned into loud whines and desperate pleas impressed him.

He leaned his head back and used to his thumb to quickly run circles into your clit, mouth pressing kisses into your thigh again as you felt the knot releasing. He kept at his pace for a few moments longer, helping you come down from the high, watching you pant and gasp. He slowly stood up again, carefully removing his fingers and humming. He smirked at your flushed expression, seeming embarrassed. “You taste good sweetheart, we really should do this more often” he teased, kissing you softly, able to taste yourself on his tongue.

Apologies the smut seems so rushed, I wanted to get another fic out so bad and I made this up two or three hours ago lol.

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F**k your fav part 7 - Bottom Toru

Warnings: NSFW (sex toys, sub Gojo, anal sex)

Summary: According to your list, now you're the dominant one. Why don't you fuck his ass to hear him moan?

"You promised me something. Now you must fulfill your promise."

He looked at you questioningly as he got out of the shower.

"What?" he asked, wiping his hair and body.

A soft penis billowed between his legs.

"Today is the day we agreed to have sex on your list. I can't believe you forgot."

The truth was that you had each type of sex every week.

It's been six weeks since these damn trials started.

This interval was only so that you could properly recover from the previous one.

And after that marathon you must have had a lot of rest...

It's not like he hasn't tried to fuck you in the meantime. You always succeeded.

So your sex routine hasn't changed at all. It was still at the same level as always.

"I did not forget. How could I forget?" he asked with a wild smile. "I'm just taking it easy today. Easy sex tonight, right? So I do everything calmly."

You raised an eyebrow, and went to get his phone where he had the list.

The order was this:

Marathon, then dominance (over him) and only then quiet sex.

Has he forgotten it?

"According to the list, now I dominate you." You said as you put his phone in your pants pocket.

You share your phones, clothes. It's normal, especially with a man who doesn't know such a thing as personal space.

Maybe I'll say it differently. You put on his clothes or he puts you on.

He wouldn't wear women's clothes. Even your socks would be too small for him!

And it's better not to talk about pants that would always be too short for him.

So you share his clothes.

But you had one block.

When you wanted to delete the video from his phone of him fucking you, you realized you couldn't.

That white-haired jerk password-locked the file, and you couldn't get into it...

As long as only he and you knew of its existence, it was fine.

"Tonight is it? I'm ready for some easy sex! Even if I don't have the patience for it!" He said spreading his hands.

There were boxers on his hips. And it saved your sight from sinking lower. For its length.

"Can we postpone it until tomorrow?" he asked as he sighed.

"Probably next week..." You crossed your arms over chest. "We can tomorrow if you want."

"Today. I've already prepared myself."

he sighed.

"Okay, I tried to avoid that. I don't know if I really like the fact that you'll dominate me..." He brushed his white hair.

"Like I said, I like it when you dominate me. However, there is one thing. According to the list, we have to try it."

"Will you ride me until I come? Baby, you'll come first." He chuckled.

You started to leave but stopped to give him a smile.

"No, I won't. Get your ass ready." You told him before starting to walk away.

"Do you want to put something in me?" he asked a little louder.

He remembered what it felt like to have something inside him for the first time. That's why he got a little excited. Because it was fun.

But once he tried a dildo, it wasn't as nice as a real dick.

He didn't have to admit to you that someone had fucked him before. And more than once. He just liked it. Just like fucking someone.

But there was only one person who had a dick and he could have sex with.

The dildo won't be the same. Even if it can be nice and nice, it won't be the same as a big dick fucking him mercilessly.

He hadn't felt the same in a long time, so he didn't even think about doing it himself. Because he was a man. And he won't fuck his ass with toys!

He will fuck you and only you. He will abuse your body until you melt under it.

He won't let his pride get hurt when he says he used to enjoy anal.

He didn't like toys in it because it didn't feel the same.

He preferred one person's real, warm dick.

And that's the only thing he'll let go up his ass.

no one else.

He'll let you this time. But it won't be perfect sex.

He had already succumbed once when he was younger. He liked it, but he wasn't attracted to being fucked by someone else's cock all the time.

He did not agree to it. It was embarrassing that the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer would want that.

No way!

But there is one person he would allow. Because only with this person did he like it. He was only with him and no one else. And when he was about to do that, there was only one person he would agree to.

His best friend.

Maybe he'll agree to do it again? When you agree to have sex with two people...

After all, he knew that you both liked them at first.

You fell in love with both of them, but your boyfriend for years was Satoru.

Maybe you like Suguru too?

Definitely. He agreed for a reason.

After all, they both had nothing against each other.

After all... More than once there has been some rapprochement between them.

They have nothing to repeat it.

After all... Geto Suguru was probably your boyfriend's first love...

He loves you so much. But he also wants you to agree to fall in love with Suguru. He won't force you, but it would be interesting.

He loves you more. It is obvious. But if Suguru falls in love with you and you fall in love with him, he will have no reason to be mad. He will love you both.

Of course, if you both love each other.

Well, he was thinking what it would be like if you fuck him with a toy.

Maybe this will be the first step for you to agree to something more?

Nobody forbids you a little experiment.

Well, he'll set you up on a date.

And then -

"What are you thinking about?" You interrupted his thoughts.

He saw that you were holding a black belt in your hand.

"Nothing. It just reminds me of my youth." He laughed nervously.

Is he going to tell you what happened in his room when he attended Jujutsu High?

"Times of youth? Now?"

"Yes. You know... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to meet Suguru soon."

"Yes, of course."

"Since he agreed to have a threesome with us..."

You blushed.

"Does he really want this?" You asked.

"After all, he's always liked you. I guess it was the same with you. Do you like my best friend?"

His smile was getting on your nerves.

"You are my boyfriend." you said.

"I wouldn't mind us both being your boyfriends."

You widened your eyes.

Was Satoru really capable of a relationship with the three of you?

After all, he is so often jealous...

Or will it be different with Suguru?

They've been so close for years...

  "Let's change the subject. Let's start preparing for sex."

"huh?"

"What are you fucking me with?"

"You bought a Strap-on. So..."

"Which dildo? Yours? I'd like to finally assess the size of this one!" He laughed.

"You want this? fine. I'll go fix it."

"I'm going to dry my hair. Can you handle it on your own? Shall I help you put this on?" he asked as he took the dryer.

"Have you ever worn a strap-on?" You laughed sarcastically.

"No. I don't need it. I have my dick that's probably bigger than your dildo."

"We'll see..." You whispered as you immediately went to the bedroom, opening the drawer that held your mementos and older stuff. At the bottom of the drawer, a pink dildo.

I grabbed the belt, and he began to attach it to the black belt. After you finished, he entered the room completely naked.

"So how did you do?" he asked as he sat on the bed.

"And you?" You pointed to his lower half.

"Don't worry, I've prepared my butt. Besides, I expect it's not that big."

"You can say that, but believe me, for a virgin ass that size is a lot." You said showing him the toy.

"Your ass was tight, but you stretched perfectly around my cock. You have to admit it was so nice~."

"At first it wasn't at all..." you growled.

He gestured for you to give him the toy.

You threw it to him.

He measured the toy with his eyes and his hand.

"I've had something bigger before. It's not like my dick at all." he said with a smile, and suddenly placed it against his crotch.

He compared his soft cock to this.

"See? It's almost the size of my soft cock. But it's still a little smaller. When I'm hard, it'll be even smaller."

You've noticed that's true.

You always felt that your toy was big. But you didn't think that something that was supposed to be his size was actually thinner and shorter...

He got up and you started undressing.

You knew he was going to be tough soon.

He then put a strap around your legs, fastening you behind your back and thighs.

Stabilizing the toy on your body, he suddenly took a few steps away, looking at your body as the silicone cock protruded from you.

"I never expected to be turned on by the sight of my girlfriend with a dick. But I still prefer the sight of your wet pussy."

"How should I start?"

"Aww~ you are so cute and innocent. You don't even know how to start fucking me~. I'll guide you, okay. But I can tell you it won't be pleasant. You won't feel the toy. That's why I'm offering to put a vibrator inside you, okay?"

He showed you a small vibrator he once put inside you and made you walk around with it around the house while he played with the remote.

Doing household chores was hard with something like this.

But now it could be a blessing for you.

Because watching his cock drool and the toy on your hips disappear into it will surely make you wet as hell.

"Okay..."

As soon as you finished that word, he dropped to his knees, spreading your legs.

Too quickly he put his fingers inside you, curling and holding in you as his practiced mouth released his tongue and he began to work his magic on your clit.

Your back hunched slightly, and then you remembered that he was supposed to be submissive. not you.

Though maybe there's nothing wrong with him playing with your pussy a bit with his tongue.

You grabbed his hair to hold him as his tongue sensually ran over your folds.

But just as you were starting to soften over him, he pulled away.

"I think you're already wet enough for me to put this on. Maybe even a little too wet." He laughed, pulling his curled fingers out of you. There was a wet sound.

He reached for something in the drawer behind you, and smeared the toy with your juices. Before he shoved an egg-like toy tip into you. Leaving a strip of silicone sticking out of you to pull it out.

Your walls offered no resistance. Especially when he pushed the toy into you along with his fingers, pushing it quite deep. Enough for you to feel how it stimulates your sensitive points.

He ran his fingers over the wet muscles in you, feeling you tighten around the toy and his fingers.

And once his fingers were off your body, he tightened around the toy. Holding the toy widened at the top firmly inside you.

Your pussy sucked up the silicone, holding it inside, just like you do with his cock.

Just the sight of your pussy as your entrance tightened after something a little bigger entered inside you was beautiful.

So cute you needed a stim down there.

Unfortunately, you chose to fuck him instead of him fucking you.

"My ass is ready. Lubricant is in the cupboard. Depends if you just want it now."

He said kneeling in front of you.

He looked at the toy with a smile.

Still not as big as it should have been. His cock was already hard.

In the bathroom he stretched his fingers back there. And he also used the lube he keeps in the bathroom in case of emergency sex in the shower.

So it should be fine even without your experience of fucking someone.

"If you naturally had a dick, I'd be sucking you right now. But you're not going to come no matter what I do." He grunted, running his fingers wet from your juices along the plastic length. And suddenly he licked the tip.

You were curious how it would feel if that dick was your real one.

Feel your tongue and mouth...

At times like this, you wonder what it's like to be a man...

He left some saliva on the plastic.

He reached between your legs into the drawer, pulling out a bottle.

Then he got up and climbed onto the bed.

"Do you want me backwards or forwards?" he asked as he knelt down, waiting for your response.

"I don't know..."

"Fine, I'm gonna kneel down and lean out, okay? Maybe it'll be better for you." He said and squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm and gripped the dildo on the strap against your hips, leaving it slippery.

Then he took some more on his fingertips, and put a large drop on his entrance, slipping two fingers inside very easily.

He really prepared...

So he really knew what he was doing?

His wet hand covered his cock, massaging the hard shaft.

Then he turned his back on you, and he arranged the crooked pillows with his hand.

You were supposed to dominate him. So here you are.

You climbed quickly onto the bed, onto your knees, and he shoved him forward hard, making him fall onto his forearms, clearly showing you his ass.

He had a nice ass. And you couldn't deny it.

His body was as if carved by the best sculptor in marble. Every inch of his body was pretty.

Even his butt...

You placed your hands on his butt, feeling his muscles under skin.

His hips always seemed narrow.

And so it was.

But when you were always very close to Him, you saw that all of Him seemed bigger. So his hips weren't that narrow at all. Although compared to his shoulders, his hips were narrow.

"You want to play dominant, huh... So play while I let you." He laughed.

His hand between his legs massaged his hard cock.

Kneeling down, you tried to insert the toy into him slowly. However, nothing worked because he was too high.

Damn those long bones in his legs.

His femurs are longer. That's why you can't reach his hips properly. If only you were as tall as him...

"Toru, turn around." You said, backing away from him a bit.

"Can't you reach?" He laughed. "I figured it would."

He turned quickly, spreading his legs.

He placed his legs on your hips, giving you a perfect view of his cock in his hand and his ass.

You grabbed the toy with your fingers, gently inserting the tip into him.

And you started shoving the toy into him.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment.

And then, as the toy reached its end, you saw his penis quiver in your hand.

He took it very easily.

So you started moving your hips back and forth.

Then he turned on the vibration in you on a medium level with his other hand.

As you thought, it looked sexy as he lay on his back, letting you fuck him.

There is a blush on his cheeks and ears.

You leaned in a little, resting hands on his chest.

Getting a place to lean against and get leverage to move without stopping.

You giggled slightly as he moaned softly.

"Toru ~ do you like this?" you asked with a small smile.

You'd rather ride his dick.

Because now only he feels the pleasure you give him.

And when he fucks you, you feel pleasure and so does he.

You prefer when he fucks you and moves your body the way he wants.

Because you can't find a comfortable place right now.

"Faster..." he moaned as he looked at you.

He looked at the tip of his cock, which released a drop of precum as he stroked himself.

You felt good with the toy inside you.

But you stopped for a moment to adjust your belts.

Then he grunted in displeasure.

He wasn't sure if he would be able to cum quickly just when you were fucking him.

But fucking his fists while the dildo slides over his prostate was a very pleasant combination.

The toy wasn't big enough and your movements weren't very accurate, but it was still enjoyable.

Pleasant shivers run through him as you move your hips forward, digging into him.

Every hard blow to that nice spot made his cock twitch impatiently. As if he wanted to cum from the pleasure he was feeling. However, it wasn't an overwhelming pleasure that sent him over the edge right away. He needed time to build his orgasm.

But when you suddenly hit him hard with the toy, he moaned loudly as the tip dug straight into his prostate.

(You did to him what he is doing to you. You pressed yourself into him harder without warning)

Then you tried to move your hips faster.

Not only because you heard more and more of his moans.

But also because the vibrations in your core forced you to do it.

If only moving faster in it could make you orgasm faster...

"...My little girl wants more...?" he asked, then reached for the toy's remote control and increased the vibration level.

By then you were practically moaning as you moved your hips.

When you move, the toy also moves slightly. That's why... That's why it's even more fun to do...

"Like now...? ...Haaah!" he moaned as you shoved the toy into him, and you held it in one place, jamming it perfectly into a point by his prostate. Grinding against it.

His legs trembled.

He looked at you with glassy eyes of lust. His face and neck were red. 

The dick in his hand was furiously red. Impatient and begging for your attention. For you to sit on it or suck it off.

But alas, he won't get it.

He looked at you questioningly, wondering why you stopped.

Your face was charming and your hips trembled.

He smiled softly knowing you had come and the toy inside you was still working.

You were getting more sensitive.

But then you started moving your hips again, pressing your body hard against his before you sped up.

And with a loud moan he suddenly came, spilling his cum all over his hand and over his belly.

His muscular chest heaved heavily as streams of cum flowed from the top of it.

You grabbed his shaft, running your hand all over his veins, helping him get off his high.

You then pulled the toy out of him, allowing him to get comfortable.

You sat next to him and then lay down, tugging at the silicone left behind your pussy to get it out.

You brazenly put it on the bed, clenching your thighs together, and lay down on his shoulder when he offered it to you.

"I prefer it when you fuck me..." you murmured into his skin.

You started taking the straps off your body and placed the toy on the bed next to you as well.

"And I prefer to fuck you. So how, next attempts I'm supposed to fuck you, right?"

You nodded.

"Today you left my dick neglected so I have an idea. Additional trials. Let's try that too. I'll add it to my list, okay?"

"Fine... But nothing terrible..."

"I'm sure you'll agree to this. I promise. I know you like my cock more than the vibrator. So I'll just fuck you now."

"I'm satisfied with your moans..." You laughed.

"But I prefer to fuck you anyway. Mochi."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then smiled before opening them.

"Could I put some whipped cream on your tits next time and mochi on your pussy?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo smut #f**k your fav

[am-i-interrupting]

I saw a demand for toxic Vox and— what if toxic Vox x equally toxic reader (except that reader is better at manipulation and pulling the strings).

Like, they are mutually OBSESSED with each other but their goddamn pride won't allow them to take a first step, so instead we get Vox sabotaging any potential love rival, Reader having it out for Valentino— and on a nsfw side, maybe Reader getting a plushie from Vox as an anonymous gift, but it has a hidden camera and well, long story short Reader knows and feigns ignorance as they have some spicy alone time (using toys) and Vox is fkn horknee and its a mutual masturbation.

(If this is too much or too chaotic, feel free to nitpick what you want! Also I prefer a male / gn reader but its gucci)

Yours truly,

🖍

Being Watched

Warnings: NSFW, electro play, sex toys, voyeurism

You were ready to go home. That was really all you wanted. You wanted to grab yourself a glass of wine and plop onto the couch.

Today had been shit. Valentino (because of course it was Valentino) had decided to interrupt your meeting with Vox to begin ranting. The two men lived in the same tower. Did it have to be during work hours?

After nearly three minutes of him ranting, you threatened to bring the man to his second death. He looked to Vox, scandalized and Vox packed things up, claiming the two of you were nearly done anyways.

Nearly done or not, he came into your time. You left pissed. Maybe you broke a window display on your way home. Maybe you didn’t.

Your mad march was stopped, however, when you saw a box at your door. You halted immediately and slowly picked up the box. It’s as fairly light.

There was a card attached to a bow with your name on it and no sender. It wasn’t a standard box. It was one specifically for presentation. You undid the bow and slowly opened the lid. Taking a peak inside, you saw a soft blinking light. When the lid was off, the light was gone and all that was left was a stuffed toy.

You opened your door. The box was set on your counter as you grabbed a glass. Your poured wine into it before you got the toy out.

It was a whale shark, not much more than a foot in length, and with two eyes on either side of an open mouth. It was so obvious who this was from.

You leaned across the counter and stared into the beaded eyes, into the camera, and at the man on the other side. You pulled back with a chuckle and took a sip from your glass. If he wanted to watch, fine. He could watch.

You debated if you should cook or not for only a second.

Grabbing the whale shark, you went to your bedroom. Quickly you scanned it before you found a vantage point centered on the bed.

“Here we go,” you said as you placed the plush there. “Perfect little spot for a perfect little thing.”

You stretched as you turned around, feigning thought but letting out a real groan as your shoulder popped. You rolled it and rubbed it while you made your way to your bed.

Bending over, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you pulled down your pants and underwear at once. Your shirt swiftly went over your head. You were impatient today.

You walked around the room, naked as can be, and bent down to give the stuffed animal a good look at your ass. You picked through your toys carefully. You were putting on a show.

You sat back down on your bed with a pillow between your legs. You grabbed one of the two dildos you’d placed on the bedside and began licking it. Your tongue glided against the sides, swirling at the tip.

It inched into your mouth. Your mouth stretched, your tongue was almost smooshed, your throat constricted around the dildo. You let it sit there for a moment, breathing carefully with your nose just above the base.

You gripped the end of it and quickly pulled it out then pushed it back in. You set yourself up quickly with a harsh, quick pace. The head of the dildo pressing against the back of your throat one second, gone the next, forcing itself back to its beginning placement and then starting the process over again.

You moaned, eyes rolling back. You gripped your hair with your free hand and pulled. A high pitched scream was muffled by your stuffed mouth.

You petted your own scalp. You ran your hand down your neck, squeezed the back of it, and then over your shoulders and torso. You paused for a brief second to nip at your nipples with a shark twist before you continued downwards.

Your skin quivered as you moved your hand to your pelvic bone. Your hips rocked against the pillow. You scratched the sensitive skin above your privates before you let yourself touch.

You gagged yourself on the dildo as you moaned and moved closer to your hand. You felt tears begin to prickle at your eyes. You flicked your fingers at the sensitive head of your genitals. You squeezed it between two fingers.

As an apology to yourself you rolled yourself between those same fingers, a nail going beneath your hood. Your eyes fluttered as all you saw was static.

You forced the dildo out of your mouth and coughed. Drool came from your mouth. It stringed down onto your thighs and the pillow between them.

“Fuck,” you moaned, voice harsh.

Your eyes flickered to the plush toy and you collapsed on yourself with a keen. Knowing he was watching just made it that much better.

The dildo still in your hands, you tilted it towards you. Your loose grip caused it to hit your face, smearing saliva onto your cheek. You moved your head up and opened your mouth. The head fell onto your lulled out tongue.

You licked it once. Then twice. You took the head alone between your lips and sucked on it. Your tongue swirled.

You closed your eyes and envisioned him. You envisioned Vox’s dick in your mouth. What he’d do and what he’d say.

The dildo slipped out from your lips.

“Vox,” you moaned into the empty room.

You looked forward, at the whale shark, at the camera, knowing he was watching. Your hips jerked and your breath hitched.

You removed your hand from yourself and used it to push yourself up.

You groaned, nearly collapsed on yourself again. Your thighs quivered.

You kept your body facing the camera as you reached to your bedside and grabbed two pinchers, two nipple clamps. You slowly, lethargically put them on. There was a painful pinch but then it became more reminiscent of pressure on a bruise.

You placed the small remote for them beneath your knee. You whined when you reached over to the bedside table again. The pressure of your body shifting to that very knee the remote was under caused the clamps to send an electric shock to your nipples.

“Fuck, Vox,” you said.

Your hand curled around the second dildo. It’d been slicked up with lube and, knowing you’d have a meeting with Vox today, that was enough. Your tight was having been stretched that morning and all day by a butt plug you’d received anonymously.

You slipped it out of you. You mourned the loss off stretch but you didn’t even notice it until it was gone. You’d grown accustomed to it during the day.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Vox looked like as he no doubt recognized the present from your no so secret admirer.

Did he moan? Did his claws shred through a desk or his clothes or perhaps his own skin? Was he smiling that manic smile he could get? Was his eye spiraling?

You whined at the thought. You tossed the butt plug onto a different part of the bed. You could worry with clean up later.

You stroked the dildo just once, making sure it was throughly lubed. It was a nice dildo, one of your favorites, also given to you by the man on the other side of the camera. If you had to guess, based on the dark base but electric blue tip, it might even be a replica.

That thought made sinking down onto it and feeling it stretch your ass so much sweeter. Your mouth fell open and your head rolled back. Your muscles clenched but couldn’t close. An ache, a wonderful, blissful ache consumed you.

“So good. Feels so good.”

Your nipples were electrocuted again. You spasmed, moaned, envisioned his hands sparking. Those claws dragging down your chest. You did a poor imitation of it.

You rocked back. You exposed your throat to the camera. You rocked back and forth. Into the fullness of the dildo and then into the shocks of the clamps.

Still, it wasn’t enough. It never was. You blindly reached for the other dildo. When your hands wrapped around it, they were met with dried saliva but you didn’t care.

You immediately, desperately scrambled to put it in your mouth. You choked, gagged. Your eyes prickled with tears. It was forced out of your mouth. When you were finished coughing, throat hoarse from the previous abuse, you shoved it back in. You gagged again but kept it lodged in your mouth.

One dick fucking your ass, the other your mouth. To top it all off, with your blurred vision, you could imagine the sparks on your now sensitive nipples were Vox’s hands.

You moaned and gagged on one dildo as you slammed down on the other. You reached for the remote of the nipple clamps and pounded the button. You convulsed and screamed, vision going white as tears spilled down your face and you legs shook.

You came to later with your body slumped against the bed frame, one dildo filling you up to the fullest, and the other, having fallen out of your mouth, rolling on the floor. The remote was sat upon your fingertips in the loosest grasp imaginable. Your tongue was lulled out as you panted.

You looked at the whale shark plush and your body twitched, wanting to give more at the reminder you were being watched.

“Fuck.”

Sluggishly, you planted a hand on the mattress only to feel your hand wet. “Fuck,” you said, now for a completely different reason. Worth it.

The next day, you saw Vox and you both played the game you always did, pretending you both hadn’t come while moaning each others names. Like you hadn’t had to wash your entire bedspread and Vox didn’t have to deep clean his keyboards. Like nothing had changed.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #nsft

[sleepy--anon]

Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Dream and Sapnap sat lounging on their comfortable couch together after having a hearty meal just the two of them.

"Its been a while since just you and me hung out." Dream said fondly, propping his head up with his hand as he stared at his friend.

"Yeah, no British screaming and insults this time." Sapnap joked back, chest swelling with pride when Dream giggled at it. His hand that rested softly on Dream’s knee gave him an idea. Sapnap rubbed his thumb against his knee cap with a soft hum.

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

"I bet you can't keep your legs in my lap for three minutes." His tone turned playful as he gave Dream a lazily challenging look.

"My ADHD isn't that bad Sap, I took my meds today, you reminded me." Dream chuckled, slightly intrigued by where this was going.

"Who said anything about your ADHD being the reason you move~?" Dream felt a slight blush dust his cheeks as he tensed his legs.

"W-what's in it for me?"

"Well I originally had the idea of if you won I would do the cooking for the next week."

"Cooking and clean up! And throw in my laundry and you have a deal!" Dream stuck his hand out quick, watching Sapnap pretend to contemplate.

"Deal" Sapnap shook his hand firmly before sitting back setting the timer on his phone as Dream slowly rested his knees on Sapnap’s lap. He laid himself against the armrest and tried to relax, knowing that if he worked himself up on anticipation he wouldn't stand a chance.

"One hundred and eighty seconds Dreamy~ You ready~?" Sapnap showed the phone to Dream, giving him proof that it's only three minutes, Dream’s toes curled as he nodded, watching Sapnap set his phone down, flinching at his hand resting just above his knee.

"Alright Twitchy, here we go~" Sapnap started the timer with a soft ding, giving Dream a slight pat before dragging his nails down the outside of his thighs, watching Dream grip the couch cushions and twitch violently, breath shaking.

"Don't implode~" He teased, skittering his nails all over his shaking thighs. The thin pajama pants he wore did little to nothing to help.

"Shuhuhuhush" Dream's blush darkened by the second, his whole body shook as everything in him screamed to pull away.

"Thihihis is soho AAAHH!" Dream shrieked as Sapnap jellyfished both his knee caps at the same time.

"Oh I knew George wasn't the only one affected by this~" Sapnap repeated the action, watching Dream’s whole body jolt. Dream felt like lightning was shooting up his legs every time he did it. A minute had passed and clearly Sapnap was getting sick of playing nice, he grabbed his kneecap with one hand and his inner thigh with the other and squeezed, differing the pressures and always squeezing one after the other, never the same time. Dream threw his head back and all but cackled at the sensation. His legs drummed from their place on Sapnap’s lap, fighting the urge to pull them back. The adored look on Sapnap’s face accompanied by his lack of verbal teasing definitely wasn't helping.

"HOHOHOHOW MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGER!?" Dream whined, hugging himself through the tickles. Sapnap glided his nails up and down his shins, running them over his ankles, feeling him shiver as he looked over at his timer.

"Just slightly over fifty seconds." He answered honestly with a squeeze to his calf, chuckling at the squawk it pulled out of Dream.

'I can do this I can do this I can do this I CANT DO THIS" Dream's brain screamed at him as soon as Sapnap’s nails slid over the sides of his socked feet.

"NO!" He shrieked panicked, yanking his legs back.

"Awww Buddy, so close~ Twenty-five seconds left~" Dream pouted at him, flashing puppy eyes at him.

"Oh absolutely not, you do not get to do that mister are you serious~?" Sapnap crooned playfully, lunging at Dream giving him quick little sporadic tickles along his sides, belly, and ribs, staring fondly at his red, giggling face.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIN! IHIHI LOHOHOHOSE! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Sapnap soothed Dream softly, pressing gentle kisses around his face.

"No punishment Bud, that was enough of an award on my end. Thank you for letting me do that." Dream felt a surge of affection and quickly wrapped Sapnap up in a hug, pulling him down ontop of him like a weighted blanket.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome..."

#sleepy's ler!sapnap week #sleepy's fics #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle #ler!sapnap #lee!dream

[ddejavvu]

hi mei it's me again <\3 for mm, could i please request artist!james where he realises you're a little insecure about something and tries to boost your confidence via his artwork? ty if u do, love jade!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

ily honey!! i hope you enjoy :D

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Your voice, soft and sad and lonely plays on repeat in his head, 'I talk too much.'

James isn't sure what you mean. Sure, you talk a lot. But so does he. Half of the time you talk over each other just to tell silly stories, and the giggles that result leave a beautiful ache in his belly. There's no amount of talking that could be too much for him, and he intends to prove it.

The last black line, edging the corner of a book, is drawn carefully onto the paper, his sketchbook battered and worn and well-loved. He has to pinch it a certain way so that half the pages don't fall out, but if he clips it together with a binder clip he can bring it to you unscathed.

"Love," He calls out, padding through the house with his blue-socked feet, "You still up?"

It's late, nearing eleven. By now you're snuggled under the covers with a movie on tv, and he prides himself on knowing your routine so well when that's exactly what he finds. You reach for the remote with a sluggish arm, one weighed down by exhaustion. Your eyes are clouded by sleep and you rub it out of them, offering him a groggy hum in response.

"Wanted t'show you something," James gets a knee up on the bed, hauling himself onto the mattress beside you, "I was thinkin' about what you said the other day?"

"I said a lot of things the other day," You giggle, confused.

A soft laugh escapes his throat, "Yeah, about that. Y'said you talk too much," He pries off the binder clip, thumbing carefully through inked-up pages, "But it kinda gave me an idea."

Once he finds the page he's looking for he practically tears the book in half trying to show it to you. He plops it proudly on your lap, a silhouette in black and white with gushes of color around the lips.

"That's the book you were telling me about," James points to a purple splotch, coloring in the corner of your top lip and trailing out into free space. Etched into it is a castle, swords crossed over the tower and a fierce dragon guarding its gates.

"And there's the movie section, I know that's your favorite!" James gushes, pointing to a green-colored rendition of your favorite film.

"And there's your desserts," He points to a blue cupcake, anchored to the middle of your bottom lip, "Then the dog you met the other day," An orange german shepherd, "Then the garden!"

A pink bouquet of peonies is what throws you over the edge, your eyes watering. You fear they'll drip onto the page and ruin his masterpiece, so you hurriedly push it away, but he takes it as something different.

Coupled with the tears in your eyes, it looks like you're upset. He snatches the book back instantly, brows furrowing in concern, "Baby, are you okay? Hey, tell me what's wrong."

"Jamie!" You gush into his chest, tears soaking into his shirt, "Y'can't do that!'

"Can't-," He splutters, "Can't do what?"

"You can't draw me like that," Your words are forced to stutter by a gasp of breath, "All pretty and fun and colorful."

"Well," He feels bad laughing, but a sticky-sweet one escapes his lips anyways, "That's what I see, darling."

"I don't sound that pretty," You ghost a finger over the peonies, their petals ruffled and rosy, "You're seeing crazy things, Jamie."

"Lock me up, then," He sighs dramatically, hair flopped messily over his eyes as he lands, "Y'can put me in one of those padded rooms. Don't put me in a straightjacket, though."

"Why not?" You trace the curve of his nose, letting your finger flick off of the rounded button of it.

"'Cause then I'd never be able to hug you again," He laments, eyes staring up at you with tremendous amounts of self-pity, "Then I'd really go mad."

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[kiraixi]

Pestering pretty boys

Tuesday 28th March ✩ Angst:  “Leave me alone” (Flip-Reverse) @harringrove-flip-reverse-it

Billy doesn’t feel that good today. He’s been sniffling and coughing all day, probably a caution for forgetting a jacket yesterday. 

It’s not his fault that the sun was shining like it’s fucking mid July only to down pour two hours later, he actually tried dressing right for once!

He’s wallowing in self pity on Steve’s bed, in a big hoodie and fluffy socks. Full ensemble.

And..

He’s bored.

It’s four in the afternoon. His boyfriend doesn’t clock off for another hour; he’s got time to kill. Billy decides.

Rummaging under the bed he fishes out a tattered cardboard box. A very important box.

Steve knows of its existence. It’s been mentioned here and there but never really seen. When Billy started his slow osmosis into Steve’s life it was one of the last things to join.

Seeing it under the frame always settles something inside of him. He knows that Steve will always accept every mismatched jigsaw part of Billy.

He just hasn't had the chance to go full glam of its content yet…

Hoisting it a top the covers he pry’s the lid off just to admire and reminisce. It’s just barely overspilling with memories. Bottles, jewellery, makeup, nail polish, hair ties and more.

Most originate from his mama’s vanity, before it was smashed in a fit of fatherly rage. The deep rouge and floral patterns are a clear indicator of what’s her’s, he tends to leave those alone. 

Some other things are just his though. A small collection of bubblegum glosses and baby blue scrunchies he’s swiped from the purses of hookups, girls at school and random belongings left on the beach. 

One eyeshadow palette is a premium part of his stash, stolen from those fancy stores on the high-streets of Cali. He can’t help but puff up in pride, it took three days in planning and a group effort with his old friends to snatch. Well worth it though, from the two times he’s tried it Billy can’t help but grin at the glitter gradient on his eyelids.

All fragments of something he can’t yet pin down.

He sits in front of a mirror leaned up behind the door, starts the application. Billy never had the luxury to do a full face start to finish; a creak of the floorboards or a closing door had him scrambling for the wipes in his father’s house.

But he’s not there anymore, hasn’t been for months. Neil’s skipped town leaving everything behind and Billy’s ready to move on.

He picks up a powder.

                               ~

He doesn’t hear the front door shut or soft patter of footsteps on carpet, too focused on the straight angle of his liner.  

Only when the door nearly maims the back of his head does he realise Steve is home.

“Billy?!”

He smiles at Steve, giving him time to notice the pigments and sparkles.

“Y–you’re face..”

“You like what you see, pretty boy?” Licks his lips lasciviously. 

His boyfriend kneels down, runs a thumb over one cheekbone.  

“You look beautiful.”

Now it’s Billy's turn to fumble. “Shut up you..” 

He turns away to pick up a black tub and resume his routine. Definitely not to hide any blood rushing to his face

                                ~

Very rarely does Steve see Billy do this, and it’s always a treasure to behold. The sudden urge to hug the boy and never let go is hard to resist. 

He gently presses his lips to Billy's ears weary of smudging anything, receives a light swat to the face and a grumble about ‘pestering pretty boys’ 

Steve tries pulling Billy up and after a bit of a tug of war he finally complies. They're both giggling so it's okay. Steve wraps both arms around him and tries swaying to the left and right, but Billy’s not moving

He gives the other a questioning look, Billy laughs lifting a lip stick still clutched in his hand.

“I’m gonna get this all over you”

Steve can’t take it anymore, needs Billy right now right here. He tackles the blonde onto the bed watching the product go sailing through the air.

Oh well, he’s got more important things to be doing.

Like kissing Billy frantically, arms crawling under his hoodie. Why do clothes need to exist at this very moment?

The sun is setting, the room warm and light, filled with breathless giggles. He has to dodge a misplaced elbow but promptly resumes a one man mission of transferring as much lip tint from his boyfriend’s lips to his.

Billy wriggles, but he's boxed in from either side. His last attempt a desperate howl.

“Steve, leave me alone!! ”

This was a fun one, was having a sick day when writing this. What better way than to spend it in an oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks? Hope you guys enjoyed <3

#harringrove flip reverse it #flip reverse it 2023 #harringroveweek #harringrove #Billy Hargrove #kiraixi

[theshelbyclan]

Drabble request: Teddy getting a horse??

Lots of horses in these requests, I love it ***** In 1912, Appleby Fair was still an event only attended by travelers. People from all across the country gathered so sell whatever they’d made, to meet up with friends and family and, most of all, to buy horses. The Shelby’s obviously were present every year.  Tommy Shelby walked around proudly, holding his three-year-old little sister’s hand. Carefully, he pointed out things for her to look at, but little Teddy Shelby wasn’t interested in anything but the horses. “When do I get one?” she asked, looking up at the man she admired most.  He smiled down at her, “You’re not even big enough to ride one yet!” “I am!” she frowned, “I rode Amy last week with John.” Inside, Tommy practically burst with pride. Both of his youngest siblings were obsessed with horses, always trying to ride them and running over whenever they saw one. Tommy’d been the same ever since he could walk. He lifted Teddy up and carried her around on his back. Searching in the crowd for his Aunt Polly, he made his way over as soon as he’d spotted her. “Pol,” he asked, “I want to get a pony for Teddy. Would that be alright with you? I’ll make sure to get it cheap.”  Polly looked at Teddy, who was absolutely beaming on her brother’s back, and she knew Tommy could never refuse whatever it was she asked of him. “Alright,” she agreed, “She’s a bit young, but she has to learn eventually.”  “Yay!” Teddy called out excitedly.  Polly smiled, “Just a small one though. Get her one of those Shetland ponies, both her and Finn can ride it.” 

Tommy laughed happily and bounced off with Teddy in search of a horse. Quickly, he spotted a sweet little one that caught his eye. He wasn’t trained yet, but Tommy could manage that himself. At once, he started haggling the price.  But Teddy frowned and whispered, “No!” to him.  “You don’t like this one?” her brother asked, which made the seller immediately offer an even better price.

“No, I want that one!”  Tommy followed her gaze and saw that she was pointing at a gigantic horse over in the field. He laughed, “That’s a carthorse, Teddy! What do you want with that?”  “Ride it,” she replied, matter-of-factly.  “How in the hell are you even going to get up!”  “You can help me,” Teddy replied confidently, “and I need him to pull my wagon.” He turned to look at her, “What wagon?”  She batted her eyelashes in reply.  Tommy rolled his eyes, thanked the owner of the Shetland pony and walked over to the fields. The black and white horse Teddy had pointed out was indeed a beauty. She had an eye for it.  “Look,” the tiny creature still on his back commented, “He has socks.” A few moments later, Polly saw her niece and nephew approaching. The people quickly moved out of the way when they saw Tommy leading the horse. On its back, the gigantic horse carried a very small girl, who looked as proud as a Romani queen. Polly sighed deeply.  To Tommy she said, “What happened to the Shetland?” “She wanted this one,” he replied, a little apologetic.  Polly nodded: Thomas Shelby never could refuse his youngest sister.

I’m writing drabbles today for my 4k celebration; send some in!

#teddy shelby #tommy shelby #polly gray #4k drabbles #peaky blinders fluff

[ina11rarepair]

Anonymous asked: Can I get Fuhirou Headcanons if its not a problem?? :3

TODAY'S GUEST IS @ubizoide !!! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

They both like cold places and Suzuno likes to visit Fubuki in Hokkaido because of this

Fubuki likes to drag Suzuno to one of the igloos near Hakuren just to be closer to him, he never misses the opportunity to rub his cold nose on Suzuno's cheek

Suzuno has a dream that one day he and Fubuki will go to a polar region and see the Northern Lights together. He wants to see this phenomenon with someone special

While Fubuki is an avid ice sports enthusiast, Suzuno prefers a calmer enjoyment such as just walking through the snow or lying down and Fubuki often joins him and convinces him to make snow angels

When doesn't snow and the sky is free of clouds, Suzuno invites Fubuki to watch the stars, teaching him how to map the constellations

The extremities of their bodies are always cold and they gather around bonfires or fireplaces to warm themselves or simply exchange heat by hugging each other

Suzuno is a nerd for northern arctic animals, he loves polar bears and arctic hares and Fubuki simply loves the bright look that Suzuno has when talking about these animals

Fubuki loves Furano City's lavender ice cream and whenever Suzuno visits him, he takes him to Furano just to enjoy the ice cream together - regardless of the weather!

Suzuno gave Fubuki an arctic fox plush and Fubuki gave Suzuno a polar bear keychain - Fubuki named his plush Gazelle, for obvious reasons

Their first meeting was at an ice skating ring, which led to a lot of laughs and falls as neither of them were very good

The beginning of the relationship was a little strange since Suzuno lives in Tokyo and Fubuki in Hokkaido, but they were able to talk through phone calls and messages + Suzuno didn't know about Fubuki's PTSD until he witnessed a crisis in person + When the crisis happened, Suzuno had a little difficulty calming him down and since then he started to research more and stay alert to anything that could be a trigger

The fact that they are both orphans is something that keeps them together as they both know the pain of not having parents. There is a quiet comfort in being around each other

Suzuno calls Fubuki Yeobo (여보) (honey) as a tease because she loves how his face turns beet red

In counterpoint, Fubuki calls him Menkoi (めんこい) (cute in Hokkaido dialect)

Fubuki uses the Hokkaido dialect when he is with Suzuno because he feels comfortable knowing that he won't be judged for it

Suzuno taught him some basic Korean words and thinks it's cute how sometimes Fubuki mispronounces some words - but he's a good boyfriend and always encourages him to improve!!

Fubuki became addicted to Korean Doramas while Suzuno is not a big fan but accompanies him on marathons under the warm blanket

It's rare for both of them to fight, but when it happens, it's the kind of cold, silent anger. They apologize after some time, even if they have to give up their pride

They wear matching socks!!

Suzuno always accompanies and helps Fubuki pay posthumous tributes to her parents and brother. Atsuya is still a sensitive subject and Suzuno respects the space Fubuki needs

Suzuno has the dream of adopting children, after all, he grew up in orphanages and knows how sweet the children there are. Fubuki always gets butterflies in his stomach at the thought of starting a family with Suzuno and would be happy to have some children running around and playing in the snow

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

SUCH SILLIESS ALSOO GIVEE UR LOVE TO OUR GUESTS AS ALWAYS!!! -👛

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[byler-makemewanttobelieveitsokay]

Fic - Chapter Three

I apologise for the lack of updates recently. I've been super busy.

Chapter 1

Prev

Current Comic update

March 22nd

"Happy Birthday dear Will! Happy Birthday to you!" The mottled choir finishes its song with a swell of emotion. Robin Buckley, co-founder and Co President of Hawkins High Pride, pats a mildly embarrassed Will Byers on the back.

Robin’s insanely cool. She's a loud, talkative senior, and one of Jonathan's friends from drama class. She also seems weirdly bonded with Steve Harrington, which Will finds odd, but Robin assures him Steve is nice. He thinks he'll take Robin’s word for it.

"How can you be 15 baby Byers?" She asks, a nostalgic grin across her freckled face. Robin’s girlfriend, Vickie, ruffles his hair.

"Seems like only yesterday we blackmailed Troy Walsh into leaving you alone in the sandbox. My God, that was back in Elementary School!" 

Vickie grimaces, as if to say, Jesus I'm old. Robin whacks her on the arm.

"You're an old lady!" She teases Vickie, that evil glint in her honey eyes.

"Are you into old ladies Rob?" Asks Will, wiggling his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive fashion. 

Vickie roars with laughter at the sudden flush of colour on her girlfriend's face. Before this interesting situation can escalate any further, Eddie Munson, the slightly intimidating, but hilariously clumsy, other co-president and founder, spills a full 2 litre bottle of Fanta into a bowl of doritos. Everyone in the small group descends into chaos as they attempt to sort out the bowl of soggy corn chips.

"Okay everyone! Stay safe, I hope everyone had a good spring break and–" Robin cuts herself off before she can start rambling. She's not very accustomed to being the centre of attention, she's just starting to gain her confidence. Her autism and adhd can make her a bit rambly sometimes too. Eddie Munson takes over, he's more used to being in the spotlight than Robin.

"We'll see you next week!" He grins and waves as the handful of students file out of the classroom. 

There weren't as many kids at Hawkins Pride today -not that there were usually more than fifteen anyway- but the seniors were only kids back at school today. To be completely honest, Will wouldn't have come today either if Jonathan and El didn't have things on at school this afternoon too. 

Jonathan's photography club won't be finished for another fifteen minutes so Will wanders in the direction of the gym. El's there with the Captain of the Cheer team, Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy, despite being popular, seems nice. She's offered her afternoon to give El extra coaching for the cheer team. Will won't lie, he was surprised when El decided to try out for the cheerleading team. But so far, she's loving it. Will keeps finding her practising tumbles and jumps and God knows what other crazy tricks in her room.

He shoves the door to the gym open. El and Chrissy are in the centre of the gym with a gymnastics mat. El holds up a pom-pom and waves at him as Will takes a seat on the bleachers. He'll let them finish off whatever cheer stuff they're doing over there. He pulls out his sketchbook and begins drawing what he sees. El in her cheerleading top and black leggings, her hair pulled back into a bun.

Chrissy does some flippy thing, her blonde ponytail twirling around in the air. Will giggles a bit when El attempts to copy, but ultimately mucks up the landing and falls on her ass. Before he can yell out and ask her if she’s okay, Chrissy’s helping her up once more.

***

“You pair ready for school?” Asks Hop. He surveys the twins. El’s hair isn’t done, and she’s missing a sock. Will only has one shoe on and his backpack seems to have gone walkabouts. Both have scarlet blood dripping from opposite nostrils. There’s cushions hovering next to El and gold sparks flickering around Will’s fingertips.

Jonathan wanders in, ready to leave, his keys dangling in his fingers. El and Will watch as an eyebrow climbs its way up his forehead. The cushions fall to the floor with a soft thud and the sparks disappear with a crackle.

“What on earth are you both doing?”

“Friendly disagreement!” Will quickly supplies, an explanation would send them down a rabbit hole.

“Super friendly!” El agrees, nodding hastily.

Jonathan’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the wacko antics his siblings get up to. It was weird enough gaining a half-sister, let alone one with superpowers. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to process, his little brother can electrocute people with nothing but determination. Yep, it was official, Jonathan Byers was no longer the weirdest in the family. Damn it, he’d loved that title, so typical of the twins to steal it from him!

“Hurry up!” Jonathan threatens as he ushers Hopper outside. Will and El’s nonsense can’t cause the entire household to be late. Some family members have, like, actual jobs that they need to be on time for. 

He stops back in the kitchen to shepard El away from the Eggos and again in Will’s doorway to remind him that no– he doesn’t have time to get his paints out, not if he wants to bike to school with the rest of his friends. He loves the twins– really, he does, but they do seem to have inherited Joyce’s slightly scattered tendencies. They do manage to get out the door on time though, and Jonathan waves to them from his car. He watches that they meet Max at the end of their street, then makes his own way to Argyle’s place.

Meanwhile El greets Max with her usual running hug, yelling Max’s name from about half a street away. Will just laughs. They’re just so cute, the best of friends. 

Will and Max strike up a conversation as El swaps shoes from her white converse to her favourite purple roller skates.

“So… Mike’s starting today?” Will asks, and really, truly, he’s trying to sound casual. It doesn’t help that he and Mike got along so well at the park the other day. He can’t help it, okay? Mike is the definition of good looking and he’s Will’s estranged best friend. What more could you want?

Unfortunately for Will, Max is blind, not deaf. She hears the excitement in Will’s tone and shoots him a coy, lopsided smile. Will groans internally. Why are girls such scheming little terrors?

“Yeah that’s right! 

El subtly steadies herself with her powers, clutching onto Max's arm and she wobbles about on the stopper of one skate. When she regains composure, and ceases to resemble Bambi on ice, the three race onwards, speeding towards Dustin’s Street.

As Will pedals, they pass Hawkins Laboratory, or at least the skeleton of it. He shudders lightly, remembering his God awful stay there as a twelve year old. The scar on the inside of his wrist tingles as they pass the perimeter quickly. Will steals a brief glance at El to check she's alright, but El seems to have flown ahead on her skates. 

Bother her! Will thinks as he stands up on his bike to accelerate faster. Max enjoys zooming down the road, not too fast, but not slow enough that she'll lose the race to Dustin’s place.

They reach the Henderson's in record time, four minutes from the Hopper/Byers house. El has the most shit eating grin on her face as Will catches up to her, waiting outside Dustin’s house.

"I won!" 

It's then that Will spies the bright red drop threatening to spill from El's nostril. He knew it! She was cheating! El gives him a cheeky wink, which plainly says "welp, you put the idea in my head. No take backs!" 

Dustin’s front door opens and the man himself emerges.

Will takes a moment to assess Dustin’s appearance. His hair is standing on end and the sleeves of his jumper are rather singed. It looks like he's stuck his fingers in a powerpoint. El vocalises this, giving Will a playfully accusational glare.

"You know it wasn't my powers, I was with you the whole morning!"

"I wasn't with you when you lost the race!"

Dustin cackles, almost rolling on the floor. Will honestly wouldn't be surprised if it turned out Dustin was descended from a family of hyenas. He's basically the meme guy of the group. Will's pretty sure Dustin's sent more Tiktoks to the group chat than El has posted pictures of eggos to her instagram. (Half of them aren't even good photos. She usually forgets not to devour half a waffle before she takes the picture.)

"Oh man! Nah I can't– Oh Jesus– El you're hilarious–" Dustin leans himself against a wall trying to breathe. Max rolls her pale white eyes. Her bemused face hasn't changed a bit.

"Ya' know Dustin, this is probably the first time in my life I actually wanna see you!"

After learning that Dustin was attempting to invent a phone charger that ran on potato peels, Dustin had jumped on his bike and they hurried over to Lucas's. 

Lucas is waiting outside his place, already on his bike. His green and orange basketball uniform can be seen poking out of his duffle bag. He greets everyone with a wave and his giant friendly grin. Except Max– She holds her hands out making a grabbing motion. Lucas plops his face into her hands and lets Max feel his face and hair.

"You got a haircut!" She exclaims as they pedal or skate slowly toward Mike's house.

The house looks just like it did in Will’s vague memories. Old, probably built in the seventies, maybe earlier. Two stories and decent size, a home built for a family. 

"It could be a bit of a wait." Dustin warns Will. Everyone dumps their bikes and skateboards to sit on the curb. "His dad's kinda… unhelpful."

Not necessarily a family home anymore, from what he’s been told. Mike doesn’t seem to get on with his dad very well. That’s weirdly relatable to Will. His real dad, Hop, is perfectly fine, he loves Will, El and Jonathan so much it can actually be a little unbearable, but Lonnie? 

Lonnie Byers was an asshole, and Will’s glad he’s pissed off to Indianapolis.  

From somewhere inside the house, loud music’s playing. Will recognises the song as Fight for your Right by The Beastie Boys. He giggles a little– what a random song to be blasting at 8:30 on a Thursday morning. Out of the corner of Will's eye, he notices Dustin sneaking up behind Lucas.

There's a loud SLAP noise, then…

"I like ya cut G!"

Lucas turns around to glare at Dustin. He gives him the most deadpan, unamused stare that Will's ever seen.

"I actually hate you." 

Dustin sits down between El and Lucas. His shit eating grin says it all.

"Nah, you actually don't."

There's a shout from somewhere inside the house and the music switches off. Heavy footsteps sound and the front door bangs open and closed. There stands Mike, his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Off his arm hangs a small girl. Her hair is blonde and in two pigtails and she appears to be wearing an Elsa t-shirt. She looks mildly terrified.

Mike stands at his door and quickly raises his middle finger. Then he looks down to the little girl– presumably his sister, Holly –and apologises. Then he joins everyone else at the curb.

"One– Sorry, dad's a dick! Two– hey everyone! Three– Will, Jane, this is my sister Holly." 

Holly waves her hand rapidly at the twins, so fast Will’s half afraid it’ll fly off. She then point to the top of her head.

"Cat!" She exclaims, gesturing to a pair of pink glittery cat ears. Then she runs over to Max, meowing as she trots. Will bites back a chuckle. Kids will be kids.

"Um. Yeah. She's going through a cat phase." Mike explains hastily. He looks really awkward, rubbing the back of his neck. El wraps her arms around Mike's waist and pulls him in for one of her death hugs. Will swears he sees Mike go blue before El finally lets go of him. One of these days she’s going to make someone pass out from a lack of oxygen.

"Hi!" Says Will softly as Mike wheels a fancy looking bike out from the garage.

Mike beams back at Will. His smile could light up this whole town.

"Hi!" He echos.

***

"So Will, tell me: is there anything about Hawkins High that I oughtta know?"

They're walking leisurely down the hall. Will's been instructed to just walk about with Mike, show him around from a student's perspective. He contemplates Mike's question. Hawkins High is pretty standard honestly. Nothing out of the ordinary. There are plenty of assholes, this is Indiana after all.

"Well… There's mean girls and rude jocks. Lucas and Jane could give you a pretty good run down of them." 

"Jane gets bullied? But she seems so… happy?" Mike has a look of utter disbelief on his face.

Will shrugs. That’s El’s way of coping, she balances out the negativity by being super positive and nice to everyone all the time. Not at home though, at home she’s a menace. Still excitable, but she looks a whole lot less innocent when she’s playing pop music obnoxiously loud and wearing Will’s favourite flannel like it’s her own. 

That’s probably just a sibling thing though.

"She's on the cheer team. Most of the girls are nice… Angela Darwin though…" Will trails off.

Mike's eyes widen. He most definitely knows Angela Darwin. Her days as Queen of Hawkins Grammar School still haunt Mike. Her fake nice voice. The way she would casually give Max flack for not having much money. Her stupid walk.

"That bitch? Is she still strutting around like a peacock with a pencil up her ass?" 

Will bursts into a fit of laughter. He pictures Angela’s face atop a peacock's body. This is definitely something he has to draw later. He might even watercolour it! 

"Bro the mental images–" He manages to say between loud sniggers.

Mike, who'd been doing a fairly decent job of keeping a straight face, smirks. When he meets Will's eyes, all composure dissolves and they're basically leaning on each other laughing.

When they finally regain the ability to look at each other without cackling, Will continues to tell Mike about El's experience on the cheer team.

"She joined up last term. I was sceptical, but most of the girls are really nice. Team captain is Chrissy Cunningham, and then there's Jennifer Hayes, Ruby Schwartz, Delilah and Amelia Ashfeild and Trinity Jacobsen."

Mike nods. He can't think of anything else to say right now… his brain's still stuck on Angela the Peacock.

He’s silent for a beat, then Mike's lips part into a mischievous grin. He quietly snickers, stealing glances at Will waiting to make eye contact. When Will catches his eye, he too snickers, correctly guessing that Mike's still picturing a feathered Angela Darwin. Together they erupt into another fit of giggles. (And Will calls Dustin a hyena!)

The boys keep laughing, not hearing a classroom door creak open. They don’t hear the soft thud of footsteps, they keep laughing, leaning against each other until Will catches the sharp “Ahem” coming from possibly the most grumpy teacher in all of Hawkins High School.

He looks up from where he’d buried his face into Mike’s shoulder and straight into the eyes of Mr Durham, the Algebra teacher who reeks of coffee and hates Will’s entire existence for some reason. (Probably because of that one time he made Will cry in class and promptly got a full Hopper family ‘talking to’.) His face, if possible, looks even grumpier than usual.

“Byers! What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” 

Will swallows hard. Usually he’d just mumble an apology and be on his way, but Eddie’s been bugging him to stand up for himself more, and Jonathan’s given him plenty of pep talks about this guy. He takes a deep breath and tries to find some confidence within him.

“Leave him alone! He was just showing me around!” Mike spits, before Will can think of something to say. Mike’s eyes are narrowed and his hands are on his hips. He looks like he means business. Will gets a strange feeling of deja vu, he’s definitely seen this look on Mike before, somewhere inside his fractured memories of kindergarten.

“Well, well, well, Michael Wheeler! Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here!” Mr Durham spits. 

Why on earth does he sound like a cartoon villain? Will can picture him in a mask and elaborate black costume, actually. (Now he’s got another caricature to draw!)

“I didn't think you were still allowed to teach, after what you said to me and Will, but here we are!" Mike retorts.

Mr Durham's face contorts to look even more angry. Will hadn't thought it was possible to get that mad, honestly. He's surprised there isn't a scribbled cloud over the teacher's head. He seems to take Mike's words as a challenge.

"Well, it looks like I was right! Look at the two of you, cutting class together. You pair of f–"

"Finish that sentence and I'll make sure you get fired!" 

"Yeah! Homophobia ain't cool brochacho!" 

Mike and Will whip around to see Jonathan and his strange friend Argyle standing just outside the opened classroom door. Jonathan's angry face strongly resembles Joyce's, to the point where Will's almost certain it is his Mom standing there. Argyle looks high as a kite, but still protective, in his own quirky way.

"Ah! Jonathan Byers–"

"Don't call me that name. I've told you a million times it's Hopper now."

Mr Durham closes his eyes and sighs in frustration. Will really hates this teacher. He acts like it's a personal attack that he and Jonathan don't want to have anything to do with Lonnie Byers.

"Okay then Hopper, why don't we all just go back to where we should be." The sarcasm that drips from Mr Durham's voice sends chills down Will’s spine. He's so–

Will doesn't even know what!

"That," Jonathan says, his tone low and warning, "sounds like the best idea you've had all day!" 

Mr Durham gives Will and Mike one last awful scowl, then marches back into his classroom. Jonathan shoots Will a wink and reluctantly follows his grumpy teacher back inside. Argyle waves his whole arm at Will and Mike, yelling:

"See ya, my dudes!" 

Will chuckles and waves back. That's Argyle for ya. He then turns back to Mike, who looks pretty frustrated still.

"We should probably get out of here." 

"No arguments from me!" Mike agrees.

Will runs down the hall, to the staircase, gesturing for Mike to follow him. Mike's rather un-athletic run is pretty amusing to be honest. When Mike catches up to him, Will perches on the handrail and slides down.

Mike lets out a laugh, some of his anger fading. He slides down in a similar manner, then follows Will outside into the school yard.

***

Will covers his ears when the school bell clangs at recess. (It’s so noisy, and for what?) He shows Mike a spot under a shady tree. It’s in close proximity to the assisted learning block, which is useful for Max, it means she doesn’t have to walk too far, and can just use her cane and not have to have someone guide her. 

El likes being outside in nature, to feel the sun and hear the birds, she missed out on a lot of that, being trapped in the lab. Sometimes she’ll just lie there under the shade of the tree and rest. It’s probably the only time she’s not moving. She loves the feel of the grass on her skin, even if it makes her itchy afterwards. 

Dustin likes that it’s secluded enough that he can show everyone tiktoks without getting into trouble for the volume or language. He can sing to himself and nerd out about his current fandoms without getting heaps of negative attention. Mostly he tells a bunch of horrible puns. Only El laughs at them, Will’s a little concerned that Dustin’s corrupting her sense of humour.

Lucas likes that there’s space for him to run around the tree without stepping on anyone. He’s the most sporty out of the group, with Max at a close second. Lucas never could sit still, in the entire time Will’s known him, Lucas has always wanted to just run. That was part of what made his parents suspect he had ADHD. Now he’s on medication the urge to run isn’t as strong, but he likes having the freedom to do so anyway.

And Will? He loves the beauty of the spot. In the fall when the leaves turn orange and red. In the winter when snowflakes fall soft on the exposed branches of the tree. And now in spring, when the tree is covered in flower buds and the sun shines its golden rays through the gaps, bathing everything in warmth. He loves to sit and sketch the landscape, or his friends in the aesthetic lighting. 

Will has a feeling Mike’s gonna like it here too.

#highschool au #make me want to believe it's okay #byler #byler fic #mike wheeler #max mayfield #will byers #el byers #willel siblings #mmwtbio #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield is blind #el hopper #will hopper #will byers has powers #willel #platonic elmax #aroace el #platonic elmike #stranger things #platonic henderhop #platonic madwheeler #platonic madcleric #platonic madwise #modern au #byler au #lumax #platonic jargyle #will hopper byers

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter 8

Summary: You wake up at Eddie's house and go to school and work where a very interesting offer is placed at your feet.

CW: marijuana usage, a scene of bullying, coarse language

Word Count: 5207

Beta read by the lovely @mvnsoneddie86 Thank you for being amazing and so supportive of me in general. You are one of my best friends and I love you ❤️

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AN: Thank you so much for reading this story. It really means a lot to me. It's my escape from reality most days and I really appreciate you all who have let so many lovely comments, have reblogged it or even liked it for later. Thank you&lt;3

Friday, October 4, 1985

You were awakened by the bright sunshine coming in from the curtains. You groaned, wishing it would stop but at that moment, you remember where you were: at Eddie’s trailer in his bed with him. You turn and see him next to you, sleeping peacefully with his arm around your waist. You smiled at the serene moment and nuzzled back in. The moment you did, Eddie pulled you in closer, rolling to pull you back into his chest. You stay like that for a few minutes, almost ready to fall back asleep because of how warm he is and how comfortable you feel like this but you remembered something unfortunate: It was Friday and you had to go to school. You groaned lightly as you moved, causing Eddie to stir.

“Mmmmm….too early…” Eddie grumbled, tightening his grip on you.

“Eds, we gotta get up. We've got school today.” you said, slightly shaking him.

“Noooo, I don’t wanna,” he said defiantly.

“Not even if you have Hellfire tonight? You know you have to go otherwise your sheep will be disappointed.” you say teasingly. He opened his brown eyes, looking you over.

“Only if you wear a Hellfire shirt to show your support. I mean you ARE the Queen of the Freaks,” he says with a yawn.

“Fine yes, I will wear this exact shirt if you get up already,” you say with a giggle as Eddie groans, letting you go.

“Do you know how to roll a joint?” Eddie asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Yeah why do you ask?” you counter.

“I’m too tired to roll one for us and I trust you enough to let you into my shit,” Eddie says bluntly. He’s got a good point, you think as you grab the bag of weed from his dresser and a few papers. You hadn’t rolled in months so it took you a while for muscle memory to kick in but a few minutes later, Eddie returned to his room changed into his jeans, a Hellfire shirt and a fresh pair of socks while you held up your artwork on display with pride before lighting it up and inhaling.

“Don’t we have a quiz today?” Eddie asks you as he grabs his keys, wallet and lighter.

“Yeah a pop quiz in O’Donnell’s over what we read in class this week.” you say, exhaling your hit and handing it to him.

“Which was what?” Eddie asks

“Chapters five and six of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.” you state like its the most obvious thing.

“Greeaaat. Thanks for the heads up,” Eddie said with a sarcastic laugh at the end.

“Oh anytime Eds.” you retort.

“Wanna give me a run down on the drive to school?” Eddie asks, passing you the joint.

“Yeah alright but we have to get my car today after school because we BOTH have things to do after school today.” you warn, taking a hit.

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say boss.” Eddie says as he goes into the bathroom. You took another hit and looked yourself over in his bedside mirror. You weren’t gonna lie: you loved the way you looked in his Hellfire shirt. You fluffed out your hair, giving into the bedhead today because you didn’t have the time or products to fix it. You took another hit as Eddie returned from the bathroom with his hair a little more tamed, taking the joint from you.

“If I’m driving with you, can we stop by my house on the way so I can grab my bookbag please?” you ask.

“Yeah sure,” Eddie said, taking his own hit. You finish messing with your hair and wipe off the access sleep from your face as Eddie finishes the joint, putting it out in the ashtray. “You ready Princess?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you say with a sigh as Eddie leads the way through the trailer. His uncle wasn’t home yet so the trailer was eerily quiet. You grab the tapes, making a note to return them later today before heading out the door with Eddie. The drive to your house was filled with you explaining the first part of the Great Gatsby’s plot to Eddie, who nodded along and asked basic questions.

“So this Gatsby dude is in love with this Daisy chick and she’s like the lost love of his life and these extravagant parties are a literal beacon of light calling out to see if she’ll show up?” Eddie asks as you arrive at your house.

“Yep. I read this book last summer so I’ve got you when it comes to the quizzes. I’ll be right back,” you say getting out of the van and running into your house. You were greeted by a very confused and concerned Mother.

“Y/N M/N L/N, where in the hell were you? I was about to come looking for you myself when you weren’t in bed! No phone call, no note, nothing?!?” Your mom rambled as she hugs you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry Mom. I was at Eddie’s last night watching movies and he didn’t want me to drive home tired after passing out on his couch,” you say. Your mom sighs, giving you a disappointed look.

“And you just forgot to call? I’m going to kill you one of these days, child. You can’t be doing that to me! I thought you’d be the next missing girl to some serial killer,” your mom said. Oh that’s where I get that from, you think to yourself as you hug her. 

“I’m okay Mommy. I’m late for class and have a pop quiz but I’m okay.” you say.

“Okay baby hurry up and get going. Don’t forget about your shift tonight.” your mom says.

“I won’t mom! Love you!” you yell as you race up to your room, grab your school and race out the door again to get into Eddie’s van.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, seeing how you’re out of breath.

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot to call my mom so when I wasn’t in bed last night, she went into Code Yellow panic thinking I was a murder victim or something.” you say as Eddie takes off.

“Shit I’m sorry” Eddie says.

“It’s okay. She gets like this sometimes if I don’t tell her my every move or whereabouts. Sheriff Hopper has had to come find me a time or two last year.” you recall with a laugh, which causes him to laugh too. You look through his tapes and put in his Defenders Of The Faith album from Judas Priest. You listened on as the album played through your journey to school, putting you in a good mood as the Sentinel played over the speakers while he parked. Eddie turned off the car and you both got out, walking by a few different groups as you entered the grounds. Before long, you passed the jocks and one of Misty’s friends scoffed, taking one look at you.

“Ewww look guys: Y/N has officially joined the Devil’s Cult!” she said loudly, garnering everyone’s attention towards you. You refused to give her the time of day as you and Eddie passed.

“Aww maybe she can be the Queen of The Freaks” Misty said, loudly grabbing your attention. You took a deep breath and grabbed Eddie’s hand before turning around, facing the source of your problems over the last year dead in the eyes.

“I would rather be The Queen of The Freaks than played a fool by people such as you, you disgusting humans.” you spat, “So unless you have anything productive to add, keep my name and Eddie’s name out of your mouth or I’ll show you exactly how your precious Rob felt last Halloween” you say strongly.

“Are you…threatening me Y/N?” Misty asks, shocked at who you think you’re talking to.

“Oh no Misty…I’m promising you.” you say sweetly as you flip her off and walk away with Eddie still attached by the hand.

“Told you you were the Queen of the Freaks,” Eddie said as you were out of earshot.

“Yeah well you trademarked it; couldn’t let her think she had an original thought, could I?” you say as you walk to your locker. 

“Very true, my Queen,” Eddie says as you spun in your combo, “I figured out where the campaign is going,” he announced proudly.

“Oh pray tell Master?” you say, opening your locker.

“The Cult Of Vecna,” Eddie whispered darkly after looking around for any listening little sheepies. It takes everything in you not to give away the fact you had played a campaign or two with the kids while babysitting them over the summers. But you decide it’s best to play dumb.

“Cult of Vecna? You’ll have to explain that one to me later.” you say coolly.

“With pleasure,” he said as the bell rang, “See you later?” he asked as you nod, grabbing your books as he walks away. You smile and head into your first class. Everything seemed to pass by slowly and was unable to hold your attention. Perhaps it was the stress of senior year in general or your stress from Life. Whatever the case, it felt like Chemistry dragged on. You tried your best to focus on the chemical reaction demonstration but Mrs. Click couldn’t hold your attention so you found yourself daydreaming about Eddie and the possibilities of what to do when you hang out soon. You had last night fresh in your mind and didn’t want it to leave.

Ever since you woke up this morning in Eddie’s arms, it was like you’re a whole other person. You feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. You couldn’t remember that last time you genuinely felt like that. Most of the day passed like this: you attempted to pay attention and your mind will pass its way over towards Eddie. By lunch time, he was all consuming your mind. You were grabbing lunch from the food court while Robin and Ali were discussing the finer points of their argument. You spotted Eddie at his usual spot, animatedly talked to his group about something that probably had to do with tonight. Oh shit, speaking of tonight…  you thought as you had almost forgotten about your sleepover with Ali and Robin.

“What time are you off tonight Y/N?” Robin asked, pulling you out of your daydreaming.

“I think I’m off between 8 and 9 so I’ll be coming over right after work,” you say as you stop and pay for your lunch.

“Oh man! She’s gonna miss West Side Story. If I’ve gotta sit through it, so should she!” Ali whined.

“Shut up! It’s a great movie. Romeo and Juliet storyline set in New York. Forbidden love, young love, disapproving parents.” Robin says as you follow them to their usual table. 

“Robin there is a great reason you work at a movie store and it’s because you have an amazing, niche taste.” you compliment as you sit down in one of the chairs.

“Thank you Y/N. Now, Ali, now that we have all gathered around, are you finally going to tell us what happened with Steve yesterday?” Robin asked, turning towards Ali.

“No, she’s gonna leave us dying with antici–” you started to say dramatically

“Okay okay I’ll tell you, you drama queens.” Ali said with a laugh

“Pation!” you finished with a triumphant laugh.

“So he drove us to the corn maze and it felt like it took forever to even get there. Probably an hour or so in the car just talking the entire drive up there and everything felt normal. Once we got to the corn maze, we ran through it a few times and drank some cider before we were ready to leave. But…before we did leave, he stopped and kissed me!” Ali gushed as you and Robin squealed in excitement.

“Oh my god finally!!” Robin gushed.

“He asked me to go steady with him yesterday so I guess I’m now Steve Harrington’s girlfriend,” Ali said proudly.

“I’m so happy for you dude. It finally happened and you deserve to be happy with the guy who makes you feel that way,” you state.

“Thanks Y/N” Ali says.

“At least now that we know they’re together, instead of beating around the bush for months.” Robin says with a contented sigh.’

“Now to get you two dinguses significant others” Ali says with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Fuck right off, I don’t need it.” you lie.

“Oh please you do too.” Robin snapped back.

“Just let us help you find happiness Y/N” Ali said with a pout. You knew they wouldn’t stop until their mission was complete so you sigh.

“Fine but ONLY when I give you the okay to actually help me. None before. “ you state.

“Scouts honor,” they say in sync

“Besides we can talk more about it tonight at Robin’s sleepover extravaganza with fewer wandering ears.” Ali said, glaring at someone as they passed by.

“Okay so I gotta ask: What’s up with the Hellfire shirt?” Robin asked a few minutes later. You looked down at the black and white shirt and smile at the hand drawn design.

“Truth? I stayed at Eddie’s after we finished those movies last night and didn’t wanna show up in yesterday’s clothes. Plus it’s nice to support your friends like I did with you two last week during that pep rally at SEVEN AM,” you note.

“Okay those are really good points.” Robin said.

“So is that one his or yours?” Ali asked with a devilish smile. 

“I’m not sure I understand nor like your line of questioning,” you joke.

“If it’s his, then that means something way different than if it’s your that he gave to you for keeps sake.” Ali said, overanalyzing the situation.

“Look at her, one day dating King Steve and she’s suddenly Dear Abby dishing out nuggets of wisdom left and right,” Robin jokes.

“It’s his shirt that I’m borrowing. I’ll give it back when I go get to my car,” you state as both of their eyes are on you.

“Carpooling already? My what a gentleman he’s turning out to be.” Ali says.

“I can’t lie there. He really is a gentleman.” you admit, thinking about how you have barely touched a door handle when in Eddie’s presence. Your uncle has always instilled in you that unless a man can open your doors for you, pull out your chair for you, wait on you to order first or a plethora of other checklist items he’s added over the years. But according to the list, Eddie Munson is a gentleman. 

“Is it just me or is today dragging more than usual?” you say, toying with a french fry.

Y“Yeah..it can do that when you have a Boy on the brain.” Robin said.

“Shut up I do not,” you reply.

“You do too! I bet if we had different lunches, you’d be eating with Eddie and the Hellfire Club.” Ali retorted, shaking her head as she talked.

“Okay you’re not wrong.” you say as the bell rings, all of her thoughts clearing out as you get up to go to photography.

“My house after work Y/N!” Robin yells as she and Ali disperse. You head to your locker and open it, grabbing your camera as you hum to yourself. You notice a note and smirk to yourself, wondering who it is from. You shove all the big books into your locker and head to the art hall. The last bell rang and your teacher started her lecture about framing and how to properly set up a photo with an interesting point of view. As much as the lecture actually interested you, the note was burning a hole in your jean pocket. You slyly took it out and read it to yourself.

You look amazing in my shirt. We should make a habit of it ;) -Eddie

You giggled to yourself and tucked the note away before you got caught. You thanked your deity for the lights being off so no one could see the blush on your face. Fuck, Eddie really knew what the hell he was doinng when it came to you. You almost had to ask yourself: Is this just you imagining it or did you have some feelings for Eddie Munson? Yeah perhaps but would you ever admit it to another living soul? Fuck no!

The last two periods passed with your head in the clouds. Even with Eddie doing his best to distract you, you couldn’t help but semi obsess over the last few weeks and feel super happy with him. The quiz was super easy (since you read the book already) so you spent the rest of the period trying to help Eddie with his quiz on the down low while making dumb jokes and hearing Eddie talk about how excited he was for Hellfire tonight. Once the bell rang to release you from class, you stopped at your locker with Eddie in tow.

“Are you excited for your sleepover tonight?” Eddie asked as you grabbed your camera and History book.

“About as excited as you are for D&D tonight,” you say with a laugh.

“So very,” Eddie said, joining in on your laughter.

“What are you gonna do after D&D?” you ask, closing your locker.

“Probably go to Gareth’s and jam for a while or go back home and do some experimenting,” Eddie said, raising his eyebrows.

“Sounds fun, just please be careful with your experimenting,” you say softly. Eddie coos at your concern and wraps an arm around you.

“Oh I promise Princess. I’ll call your house as soon as I wake up tomorrow for proof of life,” he says, offering his pinky as you take it in yours, making a secret oath.

“So what do girls do during sleepovers? Is it like manicures, pedicures and pillow fights or more like ritual sacrifice and hive mind worshiping the Queen Bee?” Eddie asked, his tone getting more outlandish by the second.

“Mostly the first part plus movies, junk food, gossip about school and boys, give and receive advice. Play dumb games,” you say plainly.

“I’ve just never had female friends before so you’ll have to forgive my curiosity,” Eddie says sarcastically.

“No no it’s okay really. We’re pretty normal. It’s like a movie night but more feminine,” you say gently as you exit the school.

“Some might start to call you a Coven before long,” Eddie points out.

“Oh nooooo” you gasp sarcastically before breaking out into a witch-like cackle. “Too late Munson.” At this point, Eddie is laughing too as you walk around to his van.

“You are my best friend Y/N L/N,” Eddie states, almost like he had just figured it out for himself.

“Awww I’m flattered, Eds; truly. I know what that means coming from you and I appreciate you. You’re my best friend, Edward Munson.” you say, going to give him a hug as he opens his arms waiting for you. You collapse into him like you’ve done a thousand times before, his arms wrapping around you as you sink deeper into him, the leather jacket hiding your face as you arms wrapped around his back up to his shoulders. He took in a deep breath while hugging you close, one of his hands massaging your left shoulder while you embraced. After a few moments, you broke away and smiled at each other before continuing towards his van. The walk was spent in silence apart from the occasional giggle out of you from catching him looking at you. Once you got in the van, Judas Priest blasted picking up the mood from this morning.

“So can we hang out tomorrow?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t you have band practice?” you counter.

“Fuck…you’re right. Why don’t you come with me?” Eddie asked, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards his trailer.

“Because I have a paper due on Monday I haven’t even started on the French Revolution and Chem homework to catch up on?” you say.

“Boooooo. Come on. Please? I’ll make sure you have snacks if you come.” Eddie tries

“How am I supposed to study with you playing metal?” You ask.

“You haven’t done it before? It’s crazy good. Like the fast tempos make the boring stuff go so much faster,” Eddie notes. You thought for a moment before sighing.

“Okay fine but it’s because I know you’re not gonna give up anytime soon,” you note.

“You know me too well m’lady,” he says laughing as you drive on, singing along to Love Bites and Eat Me Alive. You think to yourself that maybe you could make him a mixtape at some point for drives you accompany him on. You’re deep in thought as he pulls up to his trailer.

“Do you need anything from inside?” Eddie asks. You think for a moment but think against it.

“Can I grab my pumpkins tomorrow? I don’t wanna make you late for Hellfire.” you say.

“Of course Princess. You’ve got your car keys, house keys, camera, bag?” Eddie asks, going over a quick list of your things and you try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach about it.

“Got it all Eds,” you say with a smile.

“Okay I’ll see you tomorrow?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah Eds, I’ll see you tomorrow” you say with a wave as you take the steps necessary to get to your car. You hop in and turn it on, Tears For Fears playing on the radio as you put it in reverse, wave bye to Eddie, who was watching your every move. You backed up and drove towards downtown. You debated going home to change but with your uncle as a boss, he was super chill as long as you showed up dressed appropriately, he wouldn’t say anything to you. The man was basically like the father you needed as opposed to the one you got. In the months since the separation, Uncle Dave has been the steady male presence at home that was very much needed. He was over every Sunday for Family Dinner, every birthday and graduation he was there with the cake and presents ready to go. He was the one who saw your brother Leo off to college; not your father.

You pull up next to his Impala and giggle, remembering how proud he was of Brandy, taking you out on the highway the day he got her for a day out on the road with his “two favorite girls”. You walked into the store and luckily it was just your uncle in the store behind the counter with Hall and Oates playing in the background. He always dedicated Fridays to pop songs and top 40 chart toppers since it was our busiest day of the week and you had to admit it was a solid strategy.

“Oh hey there Peanut! How was school today?” Dave asked with a gentle smile as he walked around the counter to hug you. You smiled, accepting the warm embrace.

“It was okay, I had a quiz in English and a paper due on Monday that I completely spaced out but other than that, it was fine.” you say, putting your bag behind the counter.

“So I need to let you off early tonight then,” Dave said with a nod.

“What? No. Don’t be silly. I can close tonight, I’m only missing out on West Side Story anyways if you really wanna help me out, you could let me off at like 8 and close up an hour early.” you say with a pout and your best puppy eyes. He sighed, knowing he can’t say no to you.

“Okay fine. I’ll close for you. You’re lucky my hot date isn’t until after your bedtime,” Dave jokes as he makes some funny movements as you throw a pick from the counter at him.

“Okay gross! I didn’t need that imagery in my head, you perv! Also I’m not 12? I don’t have a bedtime anymore,” you say as you shiver.

“Yet you sometimes still act 12?” Dave says cheekily as you throw another pick at his head. You spent the next hour bantering as you got settled into your shift. You stocked the new albums and walked around, moving albums back to their spots. The tape was already playing stopped so you put on some of Whitney Houston’s self titled album as the store started to pick up business wise, everyone looking for what’s new for their Friday night activities. You recognized most of them from school so you tried to be nice and professional. When a group of two couples left, your uncle came up to you.

“Not to pry but what’s going on with all the weird energy coming off you today? Normally you’re able to talk with kids your own age but today it’s like you’re putting up a wall. What’s up kiddo?” Dave said, putting his hand on your forearm and squeezing.

“I don’t know; I feel anxious for some reason but I thought I was hiding it well,” you say.

“Sure you were Peanut,” Dave said sarcastically as you hit him in his inked arm, hard.

“Listen you old fucker, I may or may not have said something to my ex’s girlfriend because her and her friends said something to Eddie and I first,” you say with a blush, knowing theres a lecture coming..

“Alright out with it. What did you say?” Dave said, removing his hand from your forearm and instead pinching the bridge of his nose.

“First her friend said I joined the Devil’s Cult because that’s what they call Eddie’s club,” you start saying as you signal to your Hellfire shirt. “Then Misty called me Queen of the Freaks since that’s what they always called Eddie so i told her I would rather be the Queen of the Freaks than a fool like her and that if she ever had Eddie’s or my own name is her mouth, I would be happy to remind her of what happened last Halloween.” you ramble nervously as you scratch your neck. He sits there for a minute or two, processing before he spoke again

“Your word choice could’ve been a lot smarter but I am proud of you for standing up for yourself and your friend,” Dave said as another pair of patrons entered the store. You sat back and let him take the lead on assisting them as you browsed through the tapes on your own, trying to come up with a playlist for the night. You found yourself in the soul and R&B section, debating on a Lionel Richie album for yourself as the store bell rang above the door. You saw a group of kids wearing Hawkins green walk in and you felt a pit in your stomach. Great, they’re here to harass me at work, you thought as they started to look around. You figured it would be best if you watched them from afar and let Dave deal with them once he finished with the couple. You spent the next few minutes looking between albums and the group of teens, making sure they weren’t gonna try to steal any of the merchandise. You decided to go behind the counter and wait as you kept any eye on the teens. One of them departed from the pack and started walking towards you. She was one of the nicer ones from your memory back when you were with Rob; always trying to make you feel included and safe at events where the girlfriends were required to show up.

“Um excuse me miss. Do you happen to have a copy of that new Billy Joel album?” she asked, blue eyes sparkling under her matching eye shadow.

“Oh yeah. Are you looking for Pressure or Uptown Girl?” you ask nicely with a sweet smile.

“Oh definitely Uptown Girl. I like totally can’t get enough of it,” she said with a smile.

“It’s called An Innocent Man and it should be in the pop charts or the rock section,” you try to recall.

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I had no idea what the album was called. You are a lifesaver,” she said, looking so relieved as she went back to her friends. You smiled as you saw your uncle’s customers come up to the counter for you to cash them out. 

“Hi there. Anything else we can help you find?” you ask as they shake their heads no. You tell them the total and make their change, thanking them for coming in as they left and your attention was pulled back to the jocks, many of whom had already left, leaving the cheerleaders, including the nice blonde. You looked through the Rolling Stone magazine on the counter while you waited for them to make their decisions. You were reading through Sting’s interview when you heard sneakers squeaking, which caused you to close your magazine. You looked up at the girls and smiled as normal as possible, trying your hardest to be genuine and not fake.

“Hey I see you found your Billy Joel track! Want a bag to carry it out?” you ask, ringing up the price of the tape.

“Oh no thank you on the bag. You…um aren’t working next weekend are you…” the cheerleader asked, trying to come up with your name.

“Y/N and no, I’m off next weekend. Why what's up?” you ask as she grabbed her cash.

“I’m having a party for Homecoming and it’s sort of a Halloween party. Wanna come?” she asks as she hands you the cash. It dawned on you exactly who you she was in that moment: you were being invited to a party by The Chrissy Cunningham and she was a Billy Joel fan. This was the party Eddie was talking about earlier this week.

“Uh yeah sure I’d love to. Would it be okay if I bring a friend or two?” you say nervously as you hand her back her change.

“Sure sweetie, the more the merrier. Just be sure to be in costume.” she said with a sweet smile. 

“Great! Uh thank you Chrissy for thinking of me. I appreciate it. Let me know how Billy Joel turns out for you,” you say with a smile.

“I will! See you next weekend Y/N” she said smiling. You waved her goodbye and almost collapsed as soon as they were out of eye shot.

“Oh my god! What!” you exclaim loudly with a laugh.

“So you’re definitely not working next Friday then,” Dave said, joining in on the laughter.

“Yeah apparently I’m gonna go to a party,” you say incredulously.

“Yeah, just be careful. Call me if anything happens. Good or bad, I’ll answer the call.” Dave said as you nodded and he went back to the storage room for a minute. You took the opportunity to dance like a fool out of excitement and then take a moment to collect yourself, your mind running wild with imagination of what would happen at the party.

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[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Six

I get all of the gear flicked on, checking water levels and pulling the wands out of the sanitizer, then grind the first pot for the perc. As the espresso machine chugs its way to wakefulness, I peer into garbage cans and inspect tables. The till is all counted out neatly, with a post-it note reminding me to buy a roll of quarters stuck to the crisp purple stack of tens. 

Obviously Min-soo closed last night, ‘cause she always kills it.

In the dark kitchen, I crank the industrial oven up as high as it will go to pre-warm, scoop dough from the huge bowl Min-soo made last night onto trays, and climb the ladder to dump a burlap sack of fresh beans into the massive stainless steel bean roaster in pride of place in the corner of the kitchen. 

In my back pocket, my phone starts playing a punk version of You're the Cream in My Coffee. Shit. That's my alarm to start the second batch of scones. Dammit. I don't have time to let the oven preheat properly. I shove the tray in.

Then it’s back out to the front, where he is sitting primly in his corner, eyes on his newspaper. 

Yeah, I'm a basic bitch and prefer coffee that's more sugar and froth than bean juice, but there’s something so good about fresh-brewed black coffee first thing in the morning. That's art in its own right, my loves. I interrupt the drip machine to pour myself a mug, and I take one selfish minute to revel in a perfect sip.

But what is usually a soft symphony of my mornings is instead a self-inflicted agony. The plink of coffee into the carafe, the hiss of the espresso machine, the hum and clunk of the bean-roster in action, all punctuated by the crisp rustle of his newspaper? Agony.

A year ago, I would use this quiet time to work on my thesis. Before that, it would have been an essay, or a lab, or something else I’d procrastinated. Now, I have nothing to work on. Nothing to do but this. Nowhere to go but here. No career, no demand, no drive, just… 

Me. 

And him. 

And the stretching, hissing, clunking, dripping silence. 

 "Ugh, get your ass in gear, you embarrassment," I mutter to myself.

"Beg pardon?" he asks, voice raised politely.

Shit. 

"I said, uh, the espresso machine is warmed up. Caffe tobio?" 

"Please." He crosses his legs. There's a flash of turquoise at his ankle. I only catch it for a second, but it looks like he's wearing socks with cartoon dragons on them. Huh, okay… that’s more playful than I expected him to be. 

"Coming right up."

"I appreciate it. And you are well?" he says, which is the longest string of words I've ever heard out of him. Shame.

"Yeah." I turn to the machine, tapping out a careful twenty-seven seconds with the toe of my chucks, timing as the espresso fills the demitasse. So I'm completely in my head, and totally not expecting it when his voice comes from somewhere much too close, just over my left shoulder. 

"Oversleeping could be the sympto—" 

"Gah!" I shout, and Christ no, the wand in my hand goes flying up, up, sprinkling boiling-hot grounds like freaking pixie dust. 

He ducks and snaps the newspaper over his head as they rain down. The sharp clatter of the wand hitting the tile makes us both wince. We stare across the counter at one another, eyes wide, with what I assume are matching shocked expressions.

"Are you—" he starts again and I hold out a hand to stop him. 

"I'm fine." 

"I've never known you to—" 

"Shit, you're chatty today," Maybe that came out cattier than it should have. He flinches, stung. A glob of espresso grounds plops off his shoulder and splats on the tile floor. "Sorry, sorry! That came out wrong. I'm not… I'm not having a good morning." 

"My apologies," he murmurs mournfully, and aw, no. 

"I'll make you another one," I say quickly. "On the house. Just… sit, and I'll—" 

"Perhaps I should go." He lowers his paper and flicks grounds off the toe of his shoe. Oh, shit, are they expensive? Am I going to have to pay for, I dunno, shoe dry cleaning? 

"No, please." That lurch in my stomach again, and it's only because a morning that has started terribly (and has only gotten worse) would really become awful if he wasn’t sitting in the sunlight, glimmering and reading.

It would be just wrong.

"If you are ill, you ought to be taking care of yourself first. Don't you have a colleague who could cover—" 

"I got a new alarm clock, I didn't wake up, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter."

"It does to me." He crunches the ruined paper in his hands, flexing and twisting. "In fact, I, er, perhaps it is time I confessed that… I smell something burning." 

"You smell burning?" I swig another mouthful of coffee from the mug I'd left by the till, and take a deep breath to calm myself. Wait. "I smell it, too." 

His eyes flick to the door behind me, slit pupils dilating. "The kitchen." 

"The scones!" I squawk and spin on the spot. I slip in spilled espresso, toppling sideways. Before I can hit the ground, he lunges across the countertop, catching my arm in a grip that's stronger than I think he realizes. It also prickles. 

Trying to get my stupid feet under me, I catch the barest flash of red scale and black, long-tipped nails. Then his hand is back to perfectly pale peach, fussily manicured, and human. 

I shrug him off and push through the door. I shouldn't have gasped, that was a stupid thing to do when the air is heavy with smoke. But I do, and jerk to a stop, folding double, coughing. He runs into me. I nearly topple. That prickling grip pulls me upright again. 

"What can I do to—" he starts, but the fire alarm cuts him off.

"I forgot to turn down the goddamn oven!" 

"I'll get it." He reaches out with his free hand. It's covered in deep red scales, his fingertips ending in delicately curved claws. 

Holy crap.

He's dexterous, able to work the knob, then swing down the oven door. Black smoke, oily with burning fats, cascades into our faces. I cover my mouth and nose with the edge of my Henley, eyes burning. 

"Oven mitts!" I warn. 

"Not necessary!" He's got the tray balanced in his claws. "Where should I—?" 

And that's when the fire suppression system kicks in. 

It lets out a sharp, high whistle that startles him so badly the claws of the hand holding my arm spasm. They go right through my shirt and into flesh. 

I holler. 

Five things happen at once. 

First, he drops the tray of scones. It clatters off the tile, sending burnt pucks of dough into the air. One smacks into my leg, and two pelt him as we dance away. 

Second, he yanks his claws out of my arm, blood on the tips, and freaking hell, it stings. 

Third, white foam pours from the pipes that ring the kitchen ceiling, coating every surface in a bitter-tasting cloud. Including us.

Fourth, the guy makes a sort of gurgling belch noise, then a sharp bony click accompanied by a spark that looks exactly like the kind you get from a lighter. 

Fifth, he spits fire. 

Right into the corner. Where the giant custom bean roaster is. The drum is perforated, and the beans inside it immediately go up in flames. They're so hot they burn blue. The steel drum starts to goddamn melt.

"Coc y gath," he gasps in horror, dithering on the spot.

"Holy shit," I say, clamping my hand down over the punctures in my arm.

"I'm terribly sorry!" he shouts over the sound of the alarm and the hiss of the foam deflating around us. "I didn't mean to—I was startled!" 

The urgency of the situation suddenly hits home, fire crawling up the wall toward the ceiling, and I scream: "Put it out!" 

"What do you want me to do? Suck it back up?" he shouts back, all his cool calm evaporating in the heat of the inferno. "I'm a dragon, not a fire extinguisher!" 

Well. 

Fuck this meet-cute straight to hell, then.

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