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queers-gambit · 8 months

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When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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late bloomer, part 2

eddie munson x reader

prompt: eddie befriends a cheerleader who's a bit of a ' late bloomer' (part one, part two, part three )

warning: underage drinking (eddie is 20, the reader is 19), cursing, smut (18+)

please read the author's note after the story :) enjoy!

Late Bloomer, my ass.

After having sex with Eddie Munson, leader of Hellfire, you don’t think you’ve ever been more revved up. After your initial interaction, he consumed every thought, how caring and attentive he was. The way his hair practically destroyed you as he thrust above you with his necklaces tracing down your heaving chest. His mouth, his mouth, HIS MOUTH. If you thought hard enough, you could feel his plush lips trail across your neck, your stomach, and somewhere even more sensitive than before. If sex was even half as good as last week, you would die happy.

The problem was that you hadn’t spoken since he held you in his arms and said, “But seriously, yes, we can do this whenever you want, princess.” The way he called you princess had you weak in the knees, even when you saw him in the stands on Friday, the day after, made you want to jump his bones. Although, every time you attempted to speak with him, he walked the other way. Trying to blame it on coincidence, it became less believable when he would make direct eye contact and immediately disappear from your eyesight. You tried to figure out his interests, asking your friends' little brothers about Dungeons and Dragons, buying an Ozzy record, and even head banging. (The latter ended with you hitting your head on your bedside table.) Your cheer squad noticed something was off, especially Anne who had asked you to go to the drug deal at the sleepover, dragging you by the arm during lunch that Wednesday.

“Girl, are you okay? After this weekend, you’ve seemed really upset.” She asked, leaning against the wall of the girls bathroom, fiddling with her chipped pink nails. You sighed, glancing around at the softly lit bathroom, quiet as you stood there alone. Your eyes finally met Annes that showed nothing but concern, helping to ease your nerves. You weren’t ashamed to have slept with Eddie, the only reason you hadn’t told anyone was because you normally just kept to yourself, which was even more important due to the uncertainty of your relationship with the metal head. He had been quiet lately, he hadn’t even been messing with Jason and the other annoying basketball players and that made your throat constrict.

“Yeah, I guess, I slept with Eddie Munson.” You whispered, her eyes going large with no words leaving her mouth. You weren’t sure why you chose to tell Anne, maybe because she couldn’t be too cruel, given she knew Eddie and was friendly with him, as well as knowing your virgin status. “He was your first?” She finally peeped, a blush crawling up your neck as you nodded, staring at the ground. You still prepared for the worst, truthfully, awaiting her scolds and a vicious dissection of Eddie’s character and morals. But she squealed. Squealed. Anne wrapped her arms around you, making you laugh as someone walked into the bathroom, quickly making it to the stall when you both met their eyes.

“I mean, shit, was it good? I know it was painful for me the first time, just had to get adjusted.” She confided, making you relax at her own exposure, feeling less worried about the ache during and after. You nodded, sparing the inner details that you weren’t completely ready to reveal. “Atta girl, guess you have me to thank.” She jokingly swooshed her hair, laughing and walking you out into the hallway. She suggested heading to the entrance, a tree with room to sit under so you could finish your lunch and gossip without peering ears. As you walked through the practically empty walkways, your eyes passed the Hellfire room, lingering on the swoosh of a brown mane littered with curls. You heard his booming laugh as he talked with Gareth, none the wiser you passed.

“So if it was such a good time, why are you being mopey?” Anne asked, taking a bite of her rice, packed neatly in her bento box. You opened your own lunch, opting for apple slices, “Well, our first game of the season, he was there.” You began, “Oh yeah! I saw him there, I can’t even think of another time he was in the bleachers, except for two years ago when he let those baby frogs loose for his first senior prank.” You laughed at the memory, you never knew it was Eddie who conducted it, but you should’ve guessed. Not many people would let out frogs, that you know of.

“So the night before, he told me we should do it again sometime, we even fell asleep in my bed! After our halftime performance, he left since that’s all we were doing for the night, and he's been avoiding me ever since.” You moped, snapping the fruit in your mouth and munching. She nodded, “Do you think you intimidate him?” You choked, having a hard time believing anyone like Eddie Munson would be intimidated by a girl who couldn’t ride a bike until she was 17.

“No, seriously! If he tried getting with you again, he would, likely, have to do it in a public spot. You don’t hang around the woods or outside after school. You go to school, cheer practice and go home. So maybe it’s not just you, it's everything that surrounds you. It's forbidden, like Romeo and Juilet!” She ended her rant with a gasp, indulging in the idea of a romance worth the ages. But you weren’t sure. “Do you think it’s cause I was a virgin? I did, uh, cry and beg. He said it was fine, but I was embarrassed.” You scratched your neck, imagining the hickies that faded from your collarbone too quickly were still there. You felt fire beneath your skin, wanting any reason for his coarse hands to touch you.

“I mean, I don’t know. If you think he was into it, I wouldn’t think too much about it, Eddie’s a nice guy. A bit strange, but I don’t think he would intentionally leave you hanging.” She said gently, unsure how to comfort you with so little information. The lunch bell rang, your shoulders sinking as she stood, helping you up. “I’m here if you need anything, babe. I got your back.” Anne slung her arm over your shoulder, your head meeting hers, “Thanks, maybe I should just talk to him?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”

–

The days went by slowly as you dissected every moment, movement and breath you took that Thursday night last week. It had been eight days and yet you still felt him, it was bordering obsessive. When you made it home after the game on Friday, you started a bath and stripped before soaking in the hot water. No matter how many times you bathed, you felt him. Maybe it was just because he was your first, that if you just got with someone else, it would go away. Your mind racked through the other guys in Hawkins as only your face stuck out of the water.

Bill? No, he consistently ate tuna salad for lunch everyday. Zeke? No, he used 3 in 1 shampoo, only knowing that because you used his bathroom at a house party. You could see the pile of cum tissues overfilling his small trash can with random beer cans over top, shuddering at the memory. Kyle? No, never a guy named Kyle. Your thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang, wiping the right side of your face dry and pressing it to your ear.

“Wanna go out tonight?” Anne blurted out, glad your parents couldn’t be overhearing the call as they were out of town for business again. You weighed your options of staying home, drinking wine from the bottle while watching Casablanca or going to a party with a bunch of your peers, just to go home and do the previous after getting bored. Anne’s voice came back at your silence, “It’s at Chrissy’s to celebrate the big win, her parents are away and it should be low-key. Maybe we can find someone to help you forget about Eddie.”

“Okat, but I’ll leave if it gets boring.” You said, twirling the wire between your wet fingers as you were hanging up. You dried off, reapplying your makeup lightly before grabbing some clothes. You glanced at your pile of dirty laundry, sorting through any that wasn’t too dirty until you came across one of Eddie’s handkerchiefs, realizing it must have come out of his pants when he pushed them down. It smelled like cheap cigarettes and laundry detergent, if it had been anyone but him, you would’ve cringed. Shaking off the thought, you brainstormed different guys you could have sex with. It was okay to branch out, half of the squad slept with different guys, it didn’t matter if you wanted to join the fun. You ran down the stairs after deciding on a skirt and a tight shirt that showed off your figure. You took a shot for courage and headed on your way.

—

“Heyy!” Chrissy called as you walked in the door, engulfing you in a hug as if she hadn’t seen you in days. But that’s just how Chrissy was. She had a heart too big for her own good, you could tell because she dated guys like Jason who didn’t deserve even a minute of her time.

“Hey Chris” You replied, releasing from the embrace to find a drink, scanning the room for a familiar face. While you knew all of them, you weren’t as attached to them, not enough to want to spend the rest of the night listening to them speak. The fruit punch stung as it ran down your throat, grabbing a couple pretzels and walking to the living room. Anne was underneath her boyfriend, David, but she rushed to you as he was too interested in talking to the fellow basketball players.

“Alright, who’s on the list tonight.” She whispered, shaking an arm against yours suggestively. You shrugged, still trying to find anyone remotely endearing, but as the party lulled on, you were losing hope. The girls eventually found their boyfriends or fuck buddies, leaving you with the single guys from the lacrosse team who fake wrestled at random moments. They would ask you questions about being on cheer, but they usually ended up suggestive. Making comments about your skirt hiking up, your chest bouncing on jumps, and they especially enjoyed the splits. It, truthfully, made you feel sick, but it was your only source of entertainment until you could sit peacefully at home watching Ingrid Bergman and Humprhy Bogart fall in love. You ended up wandering around the house, mindlessly looking at baby pictures of Chrissy and her parents. Muffled music and moans from various places took up most of your thoughts, you called out for Anne, to let her know you were throwing in the towel. You finally reached Anne in the home office, but she wasn’t alone, Eddie was there with his black pail.

“Oh my God, hey! I needed bud.” She sloppily sang, grabbing the baggie and shoved it in her pocket. Eddie’s eyes instantly met yours as Anne walked out, beginning a stare off as he rocked back and forth on his heels. Now that you were finally in his presence, alone, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to fight him or kiss him. He finally smiled, sitting on the desk covered in papers and placed his hands on his knees. The stance alone made you want to get on the ground, but you couldn’t give in that fast, he just ignored you for a week after being the first guy you slept with.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You whispered, the alcohol in your system making it hard to suppress all your emotions, a look of disappointment painting your features as you stepped towards him. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out last week for being so, uh, emotional. It probably didn’t help that I kept trying to walk up to you and, um, staring at you. I can leave you alone now, I guess I just felt a little led on. Especially since you went to the game last week.” You stuttered, his eyes softening as you spoke and stood between his knees.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I had an amazing time last week, and your cheer, dance, thingy was great. I was glad I went. I guess I was just nervous.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling his head get lighter. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me coming up to you, being an outcast and all.”

Unknown to you, Eddie had been desperate to come up to you, thinking of you just as much as you thought of him. After the game, not really after since he left after halftime, he couldn’t hide the dirty smirks as he thought about your skirt slightly kicking up. He couldn’t believe the same girl had been underneath him less than a day ago, begging for him, dancing for the whole school. His mind got the best of him, not knowing how to come up to you. He kept an eye on you in the halls, but didn’t dare get too close, maybe he liked the edge. A hidden romance was alluring.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he absorbed you. Your piercing eyes, filled with need and shyness at the same time. Your lips felt so gentle in comparison to his rushed set. Hell, he felt like a pervert for how many times he imagined you on top of him, tits bouncing, or even under, where he felt so protective of you. He was losing his damn mind.

“Eddie, I don’t give a shit. The cheerleader girls aren’t as vicious as you think, I swear. Some aren’t great, besides it's mainly just the boys though and I don’t like them either. Besides the point, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You replied, watching him smile at your conclusion, placing his hands on his hips in pride. He didn’t feel as perverted, he knew what you meant by those words, especially when your lips inched closer. As he leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut, “If you kiss me, please don’t avoid me again.” The words pierced through him, nodding and pulling you in. His mouth tasted of vodka, intoxicating you as you whined. This whole week you had been waiting for this, the moment his lips met yours, still conforming to how it was like to engage this way with someone. He moved to your neck, nipping gently at the area on your collarbone that he knew drove you crazy. He was glad he had a drink himself to loosen up and be bold enough to make out with you in Chrissy Cunningham’s Fathers office. As his warm hand reached your naval, you paused and took in a breath, remembering how anyone could easily find you two. You grabbed his hand, pulling him forward and through the doors. While everyone was too busy doing their own thing, the two of you slipped out, finding your way to his van.

“My parents aren’t home this weekend either, they have a business conference, if you want to…” You trailed off, bashful and fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled, revving his van to drive to a location he was happy to return to. “You’re cute when you do that, fiddling with your skirt as if I haven't been shoved up your-” He was cut off by your gasp, smacking his arm as he giggled, hand grabbing your thigh. His rings felt soothing against your skin, wishing he could squeeze as hard as he could to leave an imprint, he saw your gaze fixated on them and tapped them lightly up. To his pleasant surprise, you didn’t push away and play coy, oh no, you sighed. A breathy, needy, blissful sigh that made Eddie’s pants constrict. As they made their way up, he felt your slick through your panties, making him groan, pulling them to the side and stroking through your folds. Your whimpers escaped, finding no reason to hide how much you wanted, no, needed him. At this point, if he pulled you over and fucked you on the side of the road, you wouldn’t care. He raised his hand to his mouth, sucking them and letting them release with a pop. “Fuck, could live off this pussy.”

You leaned over, beginning to kiss down his neck, rubbing his crotch. Both hands flew to the wheel to steady himself, your wet mouth trailing down his arm. You unbuckled his belt, undoing the zipper where he bulged out, hissing at the sudden feeling. You traced the same veins you felt inside you, now just through thin fabric, but right before your hands dipped down, you pulled up to your house. Without words, you both ran inside, slamming the door where he pushed your body against it. Kissing you fiercely, he moaned as your hand found its rightful place at his crotch, “Can I please have you in my mouth?” Oh, how he wanted to ruin that sweet mouth of yours.

“Go for it, pretty girl.” He began as you sank to your knees and let him free, mouth watering at the sight, “Ever since we fucked, I thought about how good you were. Worshiping my cock, wanting more even if it hurts.” You placed his head on your tongue, licking it timidly as he relaxed. Broadening his stance, he watched as you placed it in your mouth, sucking it with your hand taking his base and the other cupping his balls. His head tilted back, relishing in your warm mouth. You gauged your tempo on his reactions, stringing him along to make the moans louder and elongated. “Shit, you’re so good at this, can I put my hands-” He asked, placing his hands in your hair as you fluttered your eyelashes, pressing him further down your throat. He helped guide you, trying his best to not flick his hips forward and make you uncomfortable.

“We should probably stop now so I don’t come down your throat.” He laughed as you whined, helping you up and kissing you. The thought of him tasting himself on your lips riled you up more than you cared to admit. He dragged you to your bedroom at the top of the stairs, flying the door open and continuing his rampage on your mouth. When you fell onto the bed, you yelped at a sharp pain on your back, Eddie’s eyes widening with concern, “Are you o-”

“Fine! Fine!” You replied, flustered as you remembered what caused the discomfort, the Ozzy Osbourne vinyl you bought sat in its sleeve on your bed as you played it before you fell asleep last night. His eyebrow raised as his hand shoved under your back, reaching the cardboard and pulling it to the side.

“No. Fuckin. Way.” He snickered, sitting beside you and looking at the album, The Ultimate Sin. It was brand new, had just come out this week, and he studied the peace of magic beneath his fingers. “Why do you have this, doll?” He said breathlessly, your body rising to look at him, “I wanted to see if we had similar interests, it’s a great album, honestly. I still prefer Hall and Oates though.” He rolled his eyes, “I’m ignoring that last comment and going to stay in awe.” He looked at you, smiling wide after he read the song titles listed on the back.

“Want to know what’s worse?” You said, feeling less embarrassed at your attempts to understand him, he looked up in boyish wonder as you handed him a sheet of paper, one that explained the rules and instructions to a standard DnD game. His mouth flung open, standing above him while biting your lip. “My friend Nancy said her brother was in Hellfire, I got her to get the rules and stuff so I could try talking to you about it. Lame of me, I’m aware”

Without hesitation he hustled you to his lap, kissing you as you stifled a laugh, “You don’t realize what kind of commitment you just signed up for, princess.” He grinned, setting the materials on the ground before flipping you on your back, “I never want my mouth to leave yours-” He murmured, “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Your hands raked his back, going under his shirt to feel as much skin as possible. “For the love of God, take your clothes off.” You breathed, the same mischievous smirk you remembered appeared on his lips, sitting up to fling off his top. You whimpered at his chest, not being able to resist drawing your tongue against his ink, feeling his stomach clench, not expecting your boldness, but relishing in it. He stood up to drag his pants off, throwing them on your face, “Eddieeee!”

After he pulled away his pants, he grabbed your shirt, tossing it to the side to reveal your bare breasts and wasted no time connecting his mouth to them. His hand grasped the other one, your mouth hanging open with small noises leaving them, kissing down your stomach. Your hands stopped him as you looked into his eyes. “I need you now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He purred, yanking his boxers down as his cock bobbed. He reached for his pant pocket, grabbing the gold foil, “The only reason I even bought more was because I was hoping I’d get to fuck you again. Maybe somewhere romantic like science class.” Your laugh ejected through the room as you tried to even imagine having sex anywhere in school, it felt too exposed. “I bet, I know how Mrs. Fran gets you riled up.” You bantered, Mrs. Fran being a 70 year old woman who hated all her students, but was just a year away from retiring. He gagged before yanking down his condom and stroking it a few times, his eyes flickering to your skirt clad waist. He bunched up the fabric, pulling your heart panties that made his own heart warm. You looked so beautiful in front of him, spreading your legs as he hovered on top of you.

“I can’t believe you’re back here with me.” You said, astonished as his hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “The feelings are mutual.” He chirped, reaching his hand down to guide himself into you, the same gasp leaving your mouth one week earlier. He could get drunk off your noises, so meek and quiet, like if he pulled right up, he wouldn’t hear them. He sunk deeper in, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, giggling. He glanced at you, tilting his head to the side as you moaned again, being cut off by another laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy, they keep coming out.” You announced sheepishly, making a particular fast thrust resulting in your whine and smile.

“You’re gonna kill me, kid.” He uttered in amazement, kissing you again with your hands meeting his hair. His thrusts thrummed, slowly relaxing around him to enjoy the intrusion more. His grunts and whimpers were like music to your ears, finding solace at his comfort in your body. His hand met your breast once more, fiddling with your nipple in his fingers as you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Can we try a different position?” You inquired, pulling away from his lips as he nodded, listening attentively to your next suggestion. While you had control, he was still dominating you and knew whatever position it occurred, he’d find a way to make you feel like jello.

“Maybe, on my stomach?” You suggested, rolling over as he sat on his hunches, watching your bare bottom peak beneath your white skirt. His hand grazed your ass, grasping it firmly and smacking it. A sniffle rose up your throat as he rubbed the sensitive skin, guiding his cock to rub where you needed him most. “Alright, sweet girl, this is gonna feel more intense. You let me know if anything feels uncomfortable.” He cooed, finally slipping into you and, shit, he was right. His hands stamped beside your head, thrusting leisurely as you adjusted to the new connection. You’ve never felt so full, encompassed by him no matter where you looked as his hair reached your peripherals. You bit your lip to stifle the moans clawing to escape, trying to hold onto some of your dignity. Eddie didn’t give a fuck about dignity in this instance.

“Uh-uh, let it out, sweet girl. Ah, there she is, so good for me.” He praised as his thumb pulled your bottom lip free, satisfied with the uncontrollable sounds. As his pace quickened, he thought he was seeing stars, your body fit perfectly around him and squeezed him into a mess. He could stay within your walls for hours if he could, but his orgasm was approaching, thankfully this new position was also pushing you to the limit.

“I missed this pretty, little cunt all week.” He panted, putting his chest against your back as you shivered, feeling him bottom out. “Don’t want anyone else touching this cunt, you understand?” You nodded, tears streaming down your face in pleasure as he reached a hand down to shift your hips upwards, giving him access to your neglected bundle of nerves. As his fingers rubbed against your clit, you began to shake, losing control. “Eddie, I’m gonna come, please.” You weeped, his pace gaining traction again as he reached your deepest spot, telling you to let it out. A warm blush spread across your chest, releasing onto his dick as your mind went blank as you fell against the sheets. You whined as he picked up his pace, trying to reach his own finish, kissing your head, “I know, I know, it’s okay. I’m almost there, baby.” His final pet name was caught in his throat as he came into the condom, shouting obscenities while falling on top of your body.

Your heavy breathing filled the room as you recollected yourselves, your mind not cooperating as you wanted to say anything to him. You’re not sure what, but anything to get him speaking in his gruff, post-sex voice again. He lifted off you, pulling his condom off and throwing it in the trash. He watched as you slipped your skirt off, stretching your back with a pop. He grabbed a rag from your bathroom, settling between your thighs. He greedily took a lick, making you squirm, but cleaned you up gently. He threw the towel to the side, crawling up to look into your eyes, pulling you on top of his chest. Your fingers traced his tattoos, chills erupting from his skin as his breaths moved you up and down. “I really like you, Eddie.” You murmured, looking up at his dazed eyes, “I really like you too, princess.”

“Maybe I could take you on a date sometime? You really sealed the deal with the Ozzy record.” He chuckled with a wink, wrapping his arms tighter around you. You could’ve stayed like this forever, his fingers drawing various shapes on your back and making small talk. “Sounds good, maybe you can show me how to play Dungeons and Dragons, Mr. Dungeon Master.” You teased him, watching as he rolled his eyes.Before you even knew it, an hour had passed with small talk and laughter. You talked about school, his band, friends, and anything that came into your minds. Eddie ended up spending the night unintentionally after you fell asleep on top of him, but he didn’t think there was anywhere else he’d rather be.

—

“I knew it!” Anne yelled, running up from behind you and hugging you, “I saw you were gone at the party Friday, I knew it!” You smiled, hand holding Eddie’s tighter as he stood, maybe even a tad bashfully. Anne smiled at him, pulling him into an unexpected hug, to which he let out an oof. During your date on Saturday, Eddie asked you officially in a very ‘him’ fashion when you offered for him to keep the Ozzy vinyl, “That settles it, we’re dating now, you’re stuck with me.”

The occasional grimace or state of confusion greeted you through the halls, knowing most didn’t even speak to Eddie and wouldn’t give him the time of day either. With a bouncing Anne beside you, she talked about the party and how David got cross faded and threw up on Chrissy’s rug. As you approached your first class, he kissed your cheek, “Alright, princess, see you after class.” He smiled, the nickname making your cheeks flush due to how he usually had you in a more compromised position when he used it.

“You’re such a gentleman, Munson. A cheek kiss and sending me on my way.” You giggled, fixing his jacket collar with both hands, giving him a chance to grab a handful of your backside quickly as you shooed him away. “Nevermind! Nevermind.” You scooted back as he leaned in , kissing you before sauntering off. As you walked into class, Chrissy sat with her mouth wide open in a smile, clearly having seen your kiss from the window in the door. As you walked passed her, she stuck out a hand below desk level for a high-five, “Nice job, Ms. Late Bloomer.”

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mintkookiess · 10 months

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It's just practice!

How about practicing confessing with your best friend? Wonder how that turns out ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ"

Hehe enjoy!

Love,

Mint

Summary: You decided to practice confessing to someone with your bestie Miles... except he's actually the one you wanted to confess to, but he didn't need to know that.

Tags: Miles Morales x reader, confessions, fluff, HUGSSS

Word count: 1.4k

"I'm sorry... what?!" Miles exclaimed with a look of horror on his face. You were both chilling by his dorm during lunch break. Ganke had classes so it was just the two of you. Your lips carried a tiny pout as you slap his leg as a way of pleading. "Come on, I just want to practice confessing to someone."

The poor boy had cheeks so red you'd think he was a strawberry. It didn't help that he had freckles. "Why do you gotta practice on me? Go talk to a wall or something." You rolled your eyes in annoyance, "Just let me talk, then tell me how it is okay? You don't even have to say anything, just listen."

Miles sighed, finally giving in. He removed his headphones, letting them sit by his neck. His brown eyes looked at you while he also had a pout that mirrored yours. "Fine."

The two of you then sat on his bed with crossed legs, facing each other. Your heart slowly started to bang against your chest, as if it wants to just jump out of your body.

I mean, who in the right fucking mind would practice confessing on someone, and that someone is the someone you actually wanted to confess to for real.

Your mind is just flabbergasted at what you’re trying to pull here. For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence between you two and you just wished he’d say something.

But stupid you told him to just shut up and listen to you “confess”, right?

So look who’s quiet now.

Your fingers were laced with each other like a braid as your thumbs mindlessly fiddled together. Miles just stared at you cautiously, waiting for you to say something, anything.

It was always never quiet between the two of you, so it’s quite unusual that neither of you were speaking.

And who’s fault is that?

This is so fucking stupid.

You swore that you’d take your feelings for Miles to the grave because you were so convinced that he was way out of your league. I mean, he was Spiderman always out there saving the city, but you were just a normal person, going through life like everybody else. Except for the fact that you’re Spiderman’s best friend.

Okay, maybe you were a bit more special than the rest.

But definitely not the smartest.

Sweat started to decorate your forehead like you just had a one hour full blown workout, your thigh slightly shaking in nervousness. You realize this though, making you slap your thigh with your hand. The loud smack made you both jolt in surprise.

“Well come on go on with it.” Miles urged, almost whined even. His face was getting redder by the minute, his almost faded freckles seemed to stand out even more that you could practically count them if you looked.

Holy shit I did not think this through.

“Okay okay um,” You started. Your eyes trailed sideways to his desk, feeling all your nerves quaking underneath your skin.

Oh my god I can’t do this.

”I actually… Have something in my mind that’s been bothering me for a while now.” You mumbled. You were trying so hard to distract yourself while looking at his desk, like counting how many colored pens were there, or how many erasers did this dude actually have.

Too many apparently.

Who the fuck needs that much erasers?!

“I— think you should be looking at the person you’re confessing to so it seems uh… genuine you know?” Miles said, trying to alleviate the awkward ass tension in the room.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of it, before staring right back at him. “Right sorry sorry.” You laughed, before running your fingers through your hair.

Let’s take this more seriously.

Besides, he’d never know… right?

You exhaled deeply, “Anyways, I… actually like you.”

“I’ve liked you for a while now, and I knew I just had to tell you just so I could get it off my chest. Moreover, I just didn’t want to ruin what we’ve got, and I didn’t wish for this to happen. But unfortunately, I’ve come to fall for you.” Your eyes stayed on his the entire time, and every sentence was like a blow on Miles’ heart. But you did say that he had to listen to this practice confession of yours.

He just couldn’t help but feel sad at the fact that you were practicing the whole confession thing and not actually being genuine about your words.

But holy fuck he wished you were directing it towards him.

His mind was getting a bit fuzzy at the thought of you saying these exact words to him. Miles has quite an active imagination, and he just suddenly sees the two of you sitting in some romantic spot like a park or a rooftop with a perfect view of the sunset.

Wait stop it Miles... You have to focus.

"—and I'm just hoping you feel the same way." You finished. You let out the breath you didn't you know you were holding as you surveyed Miles for feedback.

"So? Did that seem natural or? Was it too sappy or does it need like a joke in between or something?"

Miles stared right back at you for a hot second before snapping back to reality. "Oh... right, right yes. It was um... great yeah." He nodded mindlessly before the two of you fell back into the same awkward silence.

You groaned loudly, your head falling into your hands as you rubbed your face violently in frustration. Maybe you should just tell him? Honestly all you gotta do is say—

"It's actually not a practice." You found yourself blurting out while your hands were still covering your face. Since your voice was a bit muffled, Miles scrunched his eyebrows together at you. "What?"

You sighed, removing your hands slowly to reveal your insanely flushed cheeks which not gonna lie made Miles' heart skip a beat like some corny ass romance movie.

"It's... actually not a practice." You repeated, hanging your head low while your eyes were staring up at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your words.

Miles was a bit um... out of it from all the shit you just said and he was still trying to process that you were just practicing. So when you said those words, he gasped loudly, suddenly sitting up straight that his head bumped the bunk bed above him.

"Oh crap!" He exclaimed, placing a hand over the area that got hit as he crouched down. You jumped in surprise, taken aback by what just happened. "Miles! Oh my god are you okay?"

You were quick to place your hands on his hair, not exactly knowing what you could do in that situation, but at least you were trying, no?

"Can—Can you say that again?" He stuttered, still trying to massage his head. Miles was kinda thankful that his torso was laying on the bed so you couldn't see his face. "It um... I wasn't practicing actually, I genuinely like you Miles." You mumbled, now caressing his hair.

He slowly sat up, and you saw how there were actual tears running down his eyes, making your eyes widen in shock. "Miles?! Why are you crying! Did you hit your head that hard? Does it hurt? Are you going to have a concussion? What—"

You were interrupted though when Miles suddenly lunged at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I-I like you too." He whispered. Now it was your turn to freeze, mind going blank as you try to process and see if you actually heard him right.

"You... like me too?" You whispered back, gently wrapping your arms around him as well to return the hug. You felt him nod against your shoulder, which made your breath hitch.

"He likes me too..."

Miles laughed as he pulled back. His hands went up to caress your cheeks before he rested his lips on your forehead. "Yeah, and just so you know, that wasn't a practice either."

"What?"

"Just making sure you know. Like, I wasn't practicing accepting your feelings or telling you that I like you too right? You got that, right? I mean it would be awkward if you thought I was playing along and practicing and—"

"Miles shut up I get it."

Fin.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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What if one Monday after a weekend of crying over her bully!Eddie, he tells her she looks like shit and like she hasn't slept in days and she can't help but tear up so he silently vows to take care of her, and he'd force her to sit on his lap and sleep during lunch and little things like that. He'd leer at anyone who so much as looked her way, he needed her to have a peaceful day. He'd call her his little crybaby and make her give him little kisses as thankyous for taking care of her but she doesn't care, it's better than him pushing her around and smacking her ass in front of anyone who happens to be around.

What Eddie didn't realise is in this constant change of behaviour, he'd conditioned her to need him whenever she's overtired or sad. She'd start calling him in the middle of the night asking for him to come over and help her sleep. He never wanted to- he wanted to tell her no, call her mean names and put her back in her place but he couldn't bring himself to let her down. Every time he would rush to her house, climb through her window and fuss/kiss her until she was so relaxed and cosy she drifted off. He was never there when she woke up but there'd always be a thanku nudey polaroid or magazine in his locker or car as a thankyou for taking care of her

-🐱, sorry if this one is a lil weird- my meds have sent my lil horny goblin brain into mushy gushy subspace, I wanna be babied by a meanie lmao

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i'll write the second part as a part 2!! it's very cute but i couldn't fit it all in one blurb </3

cw // bully!eddie. nothing terrible, he doesn't ever hurt her or anything, he's just annoying as fuck - don't like don't read

Eddie's grip on your wrist hasn't loosened since you'd walked out of class. Typically, he pushes you around, catching you before you trip and teasing you for being so off-balance. Today, though, he drags you through the doors of the cafeteria, and your stomach drops. Is he going to humiliate you in front of the entire room? Is he going to dump milk over your head, soak your shirt so that it's stuck to your figure? Is he going to shove your face in a plate of mashed potatoes and show you off to the crowd? Is he going to force you to eat something he steps on? Is he going to-

You're sitting in his lap. He's plopped down on a bench, yanking you down by one arm so that you land on his thighs. He has you facing him, your chest pushed up against his as you stare bewilderedly at him.

"Lay down," He demands, pushing his hand against the back of your head so that your face is forced over his shoulder, "You're tired. You look like shit, honey."

Your eyes fill with tears from where you're struggling to fight his grip, and he scoffs.

"Not a bad thing, crybaby. I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. Y'look like you haven't slept for days," He lets the back of your head go, thumbing roughly at the bags under your eyes, "I won't kick you while you're down. That's not really my thing. Just take a nap, get your sleep, so I can go back to messing with you."

Without another word he's pushing again at the back of your head, and you let his words sink in while you rest on his shoulder. You shouldn't let him keep you here like this. You should insist on studying in the library, or some other place he wouldn't dare enter. But he's warm, his shirt is soft, and though the smell of weed makes your nose wrinkle, there's musk beneath it that makes your tummy twist. His hand settles on your thighs, just below the hemline of your skirt, and rubs up underneath it, brushing the globes of your ass where they meet your thighs. You shiver, tucking your face into his neck so that you can drown out the noise of the lunchroom.

He gets strange looks when you finally doze off. Jeff sends him a glance that's far from friendly, nose wrinkled in judgement, disgust, and probably a little jealousy. He makes the decision to chuck an apple slice at him instead of an entire apple, which he's sure the man appreciates. Mike takes note of this, and schools his expression to be neutral, as he avoids asking about you like the rest of them.

When the school bell rings you don't wake, instead still lightly snoring against his neck. He thinks he can feel drool there too, and he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't stiffen his cock.

"Hey," He taps at your side, one hand still flush to your ass, "Come on, honey. Time to wake up, nap's over."

Your eyes flutter open, he can feel the lashes against his skin.

"You feeling any better?" He asks as you straighten from his lap, your hands braced against his chest for stability as everyone vacates the room, on their way to their next class.

"You're looking a bit better," He muses, not waiting for an answer. He once again rubs a thumb over the bags under your eyes, but then his fingers slip down to grip your chin. He pulls your face down, ignoring the way your hands tighten in his shirt in alarm.

"Eddie, what-"

"You owe me a thank you," He speaks only centimeters away from your lips, "I didn't have to be this nice to you, y'know. I could have flipped your skirt up like I always do."

You sniffle once, nodding as much as you can while he holds your face to his.

"Well?" His eyebrows raise, "I'm waiting."

"Thank you, Eddie." You mumble, the tip of your nose brushing his own, "I appreciate it."

He scoffs, "Not what I meant," And kisses you firmly. There's no pulling back, not when his fingers are hooked around your chin and tugging you impossibly closer. He backs away after only a moment, leaning back expectantly.

"Your turn," He explains, "Say thank you, crybaby."

Your hands inch up his chest as you lean in, lips parted to capture his lower one in between them. You feel him squeeze at the fleshy curve of your ass when you do, and there's a devilish glint in his eyes when you pull away.

"That's not gonna cut it, honey." He laughs, and then he's moving back for more. You're not sure how many times he does it, relentlessly jamming his lips to yours, but you're not sure you can stand up straight when he finally gets his fill.

"It's less than I want, but it'll do." He decides, patting the bare skin of your ass, now aching from where he'd kneaded it, "You'd better get to class now, honey. Don't be late, or I won't be this nice to you again."

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kaylinlmao · 2 years

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Fight *Edited*

Warnings: swearing, violence, r is 17, boys are 18

Summary: The new kid doesn't know any better and challenges the toughest crew in school, so they come to teach her a lesson in front of everyone. What they didn't expect was the new kid can fight.

"Hi. I'm Y/N L/N." I said quietly. I've gone to a new school every year of middle school and the first three in high school. Now that I'm in my last year of high school and 18 years old, I should be used to getting up and introducing myself right? Wrong. I still get anxiety talking in front of friends but a full classroom of teenage assholes? No way.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Have a seat back there by those boys" Mr. Rogers, the English teacher said. I weaved through the desks swiftly with my eyes glued to the floor. I sat down, took out a notebook and pen and started doodling. I was drawing a pretty flower when I heard snickering behind me. Those boys who Mr. Rogers told me to sit by were staring at me and laughing. The one with short black hair was talking to the boy with dirty blondish hair. One with short curly hair was laughing with a guy with long black hair. Then there was a guy right behind me with long curly blonde hair. He was boring holes in the back of my head. Lastly, the boy sitting across from me. He had ginger hair and was chuckling at a joke one of his friends made.

DING DING DING. The bell rang, signaling lunchtime. I got up and walked outside. I found a nice tree, sat underneath it, got my lunch out, ate, and just people watched. There was a group of girls giggling at a table not far from me. Then one girl caught my eye and came over to sit beside me.

"Hello. I'm Donna! What's your name?" "Y/N" She was really sweet and we talked for a while during lunch. While we were talking, the group of boys walked out the lunch room doors and everyone scurried to get away from them like they had some sort of virus of something. "Who are those boys?" I asked Donna. "Oh. Um, they're bad news. You should stay away from them." She said, quietly. "I will if you tell me who they are and why everyone avoids them like they have the plague"

"Ok. Well, you see the one with the short black hair?" I nodded. "So, that's Bruce Yamada. He plays baseball and is like a serious ladies man. He'll pretend to be your friend then totally stab you in the back. The one with the dirty blond hair. Not the one with curly hair, the one with the Letterman jacket. That's Billy Showalter. He's the local paperboy. He's kinda mean. They're all really mean which is why I said you should stay away from them." I nodded my head and waved my hand impatiently.

"And?" "And then there's the guy with short curly hair. That's Finney Blake. He's more low-key mean then the other guys. Like he'll degrade the shit out of you while his friends beat your ass. Then the little short one with ginger hair. That's Griffin Stagg. He's more of the stalker. He'll be the one to figure out where you live and what your schedule is so they can jump you without getting caught. The there's those two boys right there in the corner." "The one with the long curly hair and long black hair?" I asked. "Yes" she confirmed. "They are Vance Hopper and Robin Arellano. They're the fighters. They're the ones who fight most of the fights."

"So why does everyone avoid them? They don't look very scary. They also seem like an unexpected group of friends." I said. Donna gave me the side eye. "Well, something happened three years ago and nobody's really over it" Now we're getting somewhere. "There was this guy. His name was Albert Shaw but he was nicknamed the Grabber. He would snatch up boys from off the streets and kidnap them. What he didn't think through was he kidnapped too many boys at once." "Who did he kidnap?" " Bruce Yamada, Vance Hopper, Billy Showalter, Griffin Stagg, Robin Arellano, and Finney Blake." I nodded my head and snapped my fingers. "So that's why they're all friends. To bond over the trauma" We looked at each other a moment and laughed.

"In all honesty though, they look like a bunch of douches." What I didn't know was that their stupid group was walking behind us and heard the last part of the conversation. Then they went back there and started making a plan to jump me after school and teach me a lesson in front of everybody.

DING DING DING. The bell rang for last period. "What class do you have next?" Donna asked. I looked at my schedule and groaned. "Math." "Oh me too! We can go together then!" "Ok" We walked in and sat down together. I just doodled on my arm and wasn't really listening until I felt something hit the back of my head. It was a note from the boy behind me.

"Just warning you. The dead kids group plan to jump you after school and beat your ass in front of everyone to teach you a lesson. -Wyatt"

"For reals? Why? That's ok though. I can fight. -Y/N"

"All six of them? Because they heard you calling them all douches -Wyatt"

"I'll be fine. Thanks for the warning. Wyatt. -Y/N"

I was in the middle of an internal battle for the rest of math class. Anxiety and confidence were fighting. For a second I was like "yo, I got this." Then anxiety kicks in and now I'm thinking "in front of an audience? I've never fought in front of people before!" I was about to have a panic attack when I remembered something my dad said. "When you're fighting, remember to focus on your opponents fighting style. They use their fists often, go for the legs." I was so zoned out remembering all of my dads fighting tips I didn't even notice that the bell rang and everyone was filing out of the classroom.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" Donna asked sweetly. "Yeah I'm fine. Just tired." "Ok. Lets go then." We walked out together to the crowded parking lot. As I rounded the corner I saw the boys waiting for me. I decided just to try and walk around them just to test them. I swerved around but one of them caught me by my wrist. Robin. "Yes? How can I help you douches?" By then a large crowd was coming over to see the fight. For some odd reason all of them looked at me with pity. "What'd you say?" Robin said dangerously slow. "How. Can. I. Help. You. Douches? Did your dumb little brains get it that time?" Now, I may have been cool and calm on the outside but I was fucking terrified on the inside. Why the fuck was I making them even madder? Omg. I was gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

They all looked at me livid and red with anger. I was just waiting for someone to swing first. Finally, Vance did. He swung but he put too much emotion into it. Emotion is weakness. I dodged it easily, grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back. Then I wiped his legs out from under him so he hit his head on the concrete, blacking out. I then felt someone grab my hair and pull me up. I looked up to see Finney with his hand in my hair. I whimpered quietly but he heard it. So now he thinks I'm submitting and giving up. Wrong. And now I just move a little bit to the side over here, bring the heel of my foot up and kicked him with my heel right where the sun don't shine. He doubled over, falling to his knees and letting go of my hair.

2 down 4 to go. Billy and Bruce both started swinging. Now, if I'm being honest, they got a few really good punches in. But I noticed that Billy was fighting leaning on his toes. So if I just slide under his legs and pull then he falls over. Now Billy's down too. I also saw that Bruce wasn't completely focused on me. He was more focused on the crowd surrounding us. So I ran and tackled him. He fell straight down and hit his head. Robin now. He was gonna be a tough one. He's a damn good fighter. I swung first just to test my theory. He dodged and punched back. Yup! My theory was right. He pulls his punches. They last too long and go further then necessary.

When he punched my eye, I won't lie. I almost blacked out. But I had enough in me to pull his arm and flip him across. He landed on top of Vance who was just coming around. They were all on the ground except for Griffin. I walked over to him and socked him straight in the chin. He walked backwards and tripped over Bruce's leg. Done. It was absolutely silent. As I was waking away, I heard someone say "how did she beat all six of them?"

I walked over to the boys helping each other up, furious. I pointed at Robin. "You pull your punches. It gives more time to grab it and get you back before you can punch again." I pointed at Billy. "You fight on your toes which gives you terrible balance. Fight on the balls of your feet, not your toes." I point at Bruce. "You kept focusing on the crowd, not your opponent. It gave me a chance to take you by surprise." I point at Griffin. "You rely too much on your friends. You can only rely and trust yourself." I point at Finney. "You need more confidence. Be confident in your abilities." I point at Vance. "Lastly, you. You fight with too much anger and emotion. Emotion is weakness." I walked away quickly to my car and hopped in. My parents were at work and so was my sister. When I got home, I went to the bathroom to see how bad it was. I looked and saw I just had a black eye and a bloody nose. And scratches and bruises all around but. I cleaned it and sat down to read, not knowing that at the moment, 6 boys were developing an unhealthy obsession with me.

So. This is my first imagine. It was kinda long and it sucked. But I tried. All parts up to 9 are posted! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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nattinatalia · 10 months

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Urban Wyatt x Third Harlow : CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF

A/N : WARNING ⚠️ SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!! Special thanks and shout out to my bubs @harlowcomehome for always helping me out.

Urban and you have been dating for two years now, at first it was very low and private, only three people knew exactly what was going on between you two.

After four months, your brothers found out and it was a total shit show. Harsh words were thrown around, they even stopped speaking to you for three weeks. It hurt you but they eventually came around.

They would still act grossed out whenever you and Urban are loving or show any kind of PDA to each other, But you do it to get on their nerves, it’s funny to see them squirm.

You also moved back to Louisville, because there was no chance that Urban would’ve moved to LA with you. He loves Kentucky way too much so you decided it was just best to be closer to home as well. Your mom and siblings were shocked by your return, but happy and appreciative towards Urban since they knew it was mainly because of him.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend in two months due to him being on the road with Jack, and with you having to do social media and attend events in LA.

So when they showed up during lunch with your mom, you were extremely surprised and happy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

He had taken you out to dinner and you two shared some laughs, kisses in between and just told each other how much you missed one another.

On your drive back home you couldn’t help it but take notice of how big his arms looked. He was driving, and everytime he would make a turn or squeeze the wheel, his arms would flex a little bit and that would make you a drooling mess.

“Babe?”

“Y/N?”

“BABY!!”

You jump at that. “Mhm, huh?” You look around and notice you’re outside on your driveway.

He raises his eyebrows. “What are you staring at?”

You smile, “Baby, have you been working out lately?”

“I mean whenever I had the chance to hit the gym on the road, yeah. Why do you ask?”

You sit up and face him completely, placing your palm on his arm and just running your hand up, down and all around. “They’re just so big.”

He smirks, “You know what else is big and has been missing you?”

You look up at him, smiling. “My baby has been missing me?” You start running your hand down his arm, moving it to his chest, going down his stomach and over his crotch. You can’t help but squeeze it a bit.

Urban groans. “B-babe, I've been hard the moment I got here earlier. Don’t tease me.”

“Then let’s go.” You open the car door, get out and slam it, waiting for Urban to do the same.

“Sorry, needed a few seconds.” He tells you, following after you.

You’re inside your house now, about to make your way upstairs but Urban has other plans.

He picked you up like nothing over his shoulder. “Urban, what are you- ohhhh.” You moan out when you feel a hard slap and squeeze on your ass cheek.

“This dress has been driving me crazy.” He walked you both upstairs and into your bedroom, he brought you down a bit so you could wrap your legs around his waist and be chest to chest.

“Hii.” You say, smiling teasingly at him.

“Hi.” He replies, pulling on the back of his shirt, you follow suit and help him pull it off his body completely.

You start to run your hands all over both of his arms, squeezing here and there. “Fuckk babe, I never knew how much of a turn on your arms would’ve been for me.”

“Oh I knew, that’s why I worked out more, lifted a bit more.”

You can’t help your next move, you bend down a little, bringing your head closer to one of his arms and lick and kiss all over it. “So thick.” You mumble.

He squeezes your ass and brings you down to your feet, standing in front of him and the bed. “I need you.” He starts unbuckling his belt and pants.

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. “Turn around real quick.”

“What for?” He asks but turns around either way.

“Mhmm fuck.” You start to pull your dress over your body. “Your back muscles baby, holy shit.”

You walked toward him, leaving soft lingering kisses on his back. You leaned your breast against his back, rubbing your hands against his chest grazing his nipples.

“Babe” he chuckled, turning around to face you. He bent down, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a lingering kiss. When he pulled away his focus was on something else.

Your breasts were still held up by your lace bra. Urban noticed the matching set, “Is this new?”

“It’s been two months, Urby” you giggled. “I knew I’d be fucking my man tonight.”

Urban bit his lip, leaning toward you to unhook your bra. You noticed he was looking around for something.

“Oh!” You took the hair tie off your wrist and handed it to him. “I think you might need this” you smirked and he put his hair up into a quick messy bun.

“Bed! Now!” He rasped and you quickly got on the bed.

Urban stood at the foot of the bed, he pulled your panties down and threw them to the side. He grabbed you by your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed and spreading your legs.

He drooled at the glistening before him, licking your folds as you trembled underneath him. His plump lips placing lingering kisses against your clit, before clinging onto it swirling his tongue around rapidly against it.

“I can’t handle this” you breathed out, your legs trembling. “I need you right now.”

Urban hovered over you, kissing up your chest until he met your nipples. You let out an encouraging moan, letting him know it was okay to continue.

“I missed you two” he spoke to your breasts making you giggle slightly. Urban sucked on your right nipple as he tweaked the other in his fingers. He continued to suck on your nipples as you raked your hand across his back muscles.

“Baby, I won’t last much longer” you moaned as his tongue danced around your sensitive nipples.

“Say it”

“I need you”

“Louder”

“I NEED YOU”

“What do you need?”

“For you to fuck me like you missed me” you rasped.

Urban didn’t need more instruction, he lifted your right leg placing it on his shoulder as he thrusted into you.

You winced at him stretching you out, it hurt but in the best way.

“You okay baby?” He paused and you nodded.

“I know the safe word” you winked.

“That’s my girl” he thrusted into you again. The sound of your skin slapping and both of your moans bounced off the walls.

Urban was vocal, something you always encouraged.

“Moan for me” you whispered before nibbling at his ear.

“Fuck- fuck fuck” he moaned, you felt his dick twitch against your walls as you tightened around him.

“Cum for me” you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the beads of sweat dripped from his body.

“Baby-“ his cheeks grew flushed, his eyes rolling back.

“Fill me up”

As soon as you said that you felt the rush of your orgasm growing with him, you threw your head back onto the pillow and the two of you became babbling messes.

Once the wave of your orgasm was gone, Urban pulled out of you, picking you up over his shoulder and placing you onto the toilet.

“You definitely need to pee” he laughed and you shook your head at him.

“Just start the shower, that was only round one” you winked and he didn’t question you at all. He ran over to the shower immediately starting the water.

“Safe to say you missed me too?”

Urban turned around to face you with a smile, “Was that even a question?”

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beabeemu · 10 months

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All This Time Pt. 2

Itoshi Rin x Reader

SERIES!!!: Part 2 of All this time

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Uncle Osamu!! (From Haikyuu) Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way I always imagined their red hair, the same shade as taylor swift from the all-too-well short film. It's such a beautiful shade!!! Rei's hair is also like that.

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“Mama! My teacher said to give you this” She handed me a flyer that said “Family day! Bring your family over for a planned picnic at kitsune park!! With games and a special program prepared by…”

It said more stuff on the bottom but I didn’t bother reading it because… well it wasn’t THAT important. But it did say it was a potluck kind of event, so we had to bring something.

“This looks fun! Right, rei?”

“Yeah!! I’m so excited!! I can’t wait!!”

“Well, that’s great!! What food do you wanna bring??”

“Can we please bring dango???”

“Ehh, We need to bring something that other families can eat during lunch love, dango wouldn’t be enough. But we can bring a dango if that’s what you want, we just need something more.”

“What about onigiri mama??? We can have Uncle Miya make them!!”

“That wouldn’t be bad, he does owe me some money. Ok! Then it’s settled, we’ll have uncle osamu make onigiri”

“Good afternoon everyone!! We would like to announce the opening of our (blah blah blah blah)

Now for everyone who brought food, please be guided to our long table over there”

He pointed towards the long ass table to the side, then the parents started making their move to get a good space, Rei and I had already laid our picnic blanket on the ground so I told her to stay there while I put the onigiri’s that Osamu made on the table.

“Oh! Hello Y/n! What do you have there? Onigiri? How cute!”

I looked at the woman beside me, she was smiling on the outside but I know all too well that it was all fake, ever since they found out that I got pregnant at 16, they’ve been making me feel like a goddamn fiend ever since. Just because I look pretty even after having a kid and you don’t doesn’t mean that you get to talk shit about me behind my back.

“Yeah! And I see you have some gyoza. How… cute”

I purposely made my voice sound like I was mocking her and she just smiled, obviously annoyed. I just turned my back and continued putting out the onigiri.

Then they started their programs, they had some kids from an upper grade perform. They played games and stuff. I took a lot of pictures of my cute af daughter.

After 2 hours, they told us that it was time for lunch. I held Rei’s hand as we made our way to the food table. She pointed out what she wanted to eat, and I was just holding her plate taking whatever she was telling me to get.

“I want that ma! And that too!! Get some dango too Mom!”

“Ok ok, jeez, we can go back for seconds you know?”

“Ehh, but it might all get eaten by then” she pouted at my suggestion, I just sighed and we continued walking down the table. Our onigiri was second to the last of the row, as we reached the end, I was already holding 2 plates of food.

“Ok, is this enough rei?”

“Yup!”

“Ok, then grab us some juice over there, and I’ll meet you back to our spot ok?”

“Ok, mama!”

I watch her run off to the drinks station, and as I was about to leave, I heard the moms behind me talk.

“Ooh! Onigiri, nice!! And they're made by that miya guy too!!”

I saw in my periphery as the woman was about to get an onigiri, the same mom from before stopped her.

“Don’t!! Those were brought by y/n. She’s related to the guy who owns that restaurant (Osamu)”

The woman stopped by the mention of my name, and her stare of excitement and pure delight was replaced by disgust and an annoyed look shadowed her whole face.

“Ugh? That sucks, I was hoping to have some onigiri, but if it’s brought by her? nevermind”

“Right?? I was looking forward to it too, then Mina told me that it was that whore who brought it in”

The three of them probably didn’t notice me leave because they didn’t stop gossiping about me, I felt hot tears pool in my eyes. I sat down on the blanket and wiped my eyes before Rei could see me cry. I put on my shade so that I could cover my already red eyes.

“Look, mama! I got your favorite!”

Rei handed me the pineapple-flavored drink, I took it and chuckled. No matter how much other people shame me for having her, I would never regret having her. Because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

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hiiii!!! I need more Eddie x cheerleader please! maybe almost getting caught by the party when she was visiting Eddie at hellfire she had to hide the entirety of a campaign? anything really!

dkjjdkgkjndg i can just see Eddie's eyes going wide before shoving the reader into a closet somewhere . thank you for the request owo

You rested your back against the prop closet, giggling as Eddie caged you in with his arms, tilting your head up to look at him as you continued talking about your day. "And then Andi Frick sprained her ankle at lunch practice, like clean snapped it during a full-out, so that means Chrissy is going to cover her tumbling for the rest of the season."

Eddie frowned. "Is that Andi with the ten puppies, or the Andi with the boyfriend who looks like a fish?" he asked, and you slapped his chest. "What! I'm not wrong. He looks like a fish person, and not in the hot mermaid kinda way."

You huffed, blowing a hank of hair out of your eyes. He rescued you, tucking the hair behind one ear, stopping as he caught your gaze. Your pretty, pretty boyfriend was staring at you as though you'd hung up the stars, and you reached up on your toes to plant a sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"What was that for, princess?" Eddie murmured, wrapping a finger around your chin to tilt your head slightly, returning the soft kiss. His other hand snuck around your torso, making the hem of your cheer uniform rise. You dropped your pom poms to wrap your arms around his neck.

You shrugged, sighing as his mouth made its way down your throat. "Just sayin' thank you," you mumbled, voice catching when he nicked you gently with his teeth. "You treat me so good."

"Damn straight," Eddy agreed. "Nothing but the best for my best girl."

He shoved you into the closet.

"I-- Eddie?!" you squawked, trying to open the door. He'd slammed his back against it, and was shouting loudly to the members of Hellfire trouping down the stairs, and you hissed a soft oh fuck, resting your head against the closet slats. You could see your pom poms on the floor, and you hissed, praying no one would see them.

"Gentlemen!" Eddie called, letting the kids file into the room. "I hope you're ready to get your shit absolutely rocked by Strahd," he said, moving away from the closet. "But, uh. Maybe a short one today, bold adventurers. I've got, uh, laundry."

There was a curious silence. "...Laundry," the dark haired one repeated in a flat voice. "Sure. Okay. We'll buy that, won't we, guys?"

A young voice, even younger than Eddie's usual Hellfire crowd, chirped out. "Can we please get started," she complained, and you pressed closer to the door to see what the hell Eddie was doing with a middle schooler. "Mom's making pot roast for dinner."

"Is she?" asked the one you recognised from the basketball team. "Aw, hell yeah!"

The campaign started. You watched as Eddie whirled around them like a cyclone, pacing up and down the table as he spun the story of the travellers being stuck in Valakhi. You smiled fondly, recognising the bits of dialogue as ones he'd been testing on you the night before, attempting to nail his lines perfect for today's session. Your stupid boy.

When the session wrapped up, your knees sore from being tucked into position for so long, you heard everyone head up the steps to the door. Just as you were about to creak the closet open, a voice stopped you.

"Laundry my ass," said the girl. Lady Applejack.

"Huh?" you heard your boyfriend say, his figure stopping where he was taking down his Dungeon Master screens. "What do you mean?"

Applejack sighed. "Boys are so stupid," she said to the air, before huffing. "Nice pom poms, jackass. Tell your girlfriend to join in, next time."

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 6 months

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BITE

(including this fantastic art from @this-is-z-art-blog )

Danny decided very quickly that he really, really did not like the new kid.

Kade Johnson (“That’s such a white boy name,” Tucker had said, eyes rolling) had started in the middle of November. A senior with blonde hair and blue eyes that rivaled Dash’s good looks. Smart and athletic. A model student. Charismatic. Friendly. Off.

“He’s just sort of… weird,” Danny had told Sam over lunch.

She had glanced at the senior in question, varsity jacket slung over his shoulder, laughing with the rest of the basketball team. “Yeah, Danny. He’s a popular kid who’s going to peak in high school.”

Danny shook his head. “It’s more than that.”

“Danny, I promise it’s not,” Sam replied. “Unless he’s, y’know…” she wiggled her fingers at him, flinging a bit of pizza sauce his way, “ghostly?”

“No. He’s normal,” Danny sighed. Sam raised an eyebrow at him. Danny rolled his eyes. “He’s human, I mean.”

Tucker dumped an armful of vending machine snacks on their lunch table, settling in next to Danny. “He’s telling you about his conspiracies too?”

“They’re not-“

“Yeah, new kid’s evil and out to get us,” Sam replied.

Danny grabbed the Ruffles and ate them as petulantly as he could, glaring at his two dearest friends in the world. “He’s weird,” Danny insisted weakly, glancing over at the senior again.

Clear blue eyes stared back at him, alive and bright. Unsettling. Kade grinned at him, showing off too-white teeth. Danny thought he might puke.

Behavior

It had been nearly three weeks since Danny was able to sit at his seat. He didn’t even realize it was his seat until fucking Kade was there with impeccably clear skin and the vague hint of cologne hanging around him. Khakis (who wore nice pants to high school?) and a polo and his Varsity letter jacket. And Danny knew why he, a freshman, was in the Junior-level physics class - because he was fucking smart - but that didn’t explain why Kade, a senior, was in the Junior-level physics class - because Danny knew that Kade was also fucking smart. It was the only thing Jazz could talk about anymore.

And Danny was stuck staring at the back of Kade’s stupid head. Because Star had just given Danny’s seat away. Like “Lab Partners for Life” meant nothing to her. Every day Kade came in and sat down next to her and gave her a big grin. And Star gazed up at him adoringly and said “What do you think of my outfit today, Kade?” And Kade said “You look great, why don’t you sit next to me at lunch today?” Or “I don’t think that style suits you very well, sorry Star.” Or something equally weird and unrelated to physics. And Danny couldn’t see the whiteboard.

Danny had tried telling Tucker that Kade was weird. Tucker had put Danny’s cheeks between his hands and said “Hey, man. You can tell me if you’re gay. It’s okay.” And Danny said “You’re an ass, Tuck,” because Danny had already come out to him three years ago.

Danny had tried telling Sam. She’d said, “At least he’s gotten Dash to stop wearing those stupid ripped jeans. The khakis and polos are an improvement.” Which was true - all the A-listers wore exactly what Kade wanted them to. They probably shopped together.

At lunch Kade sat with the A-Listers of every grade. They all ate what he ate and sat where he asked them to. They all wore stupid matching friendship bracelets that were too bright. The charms hurt Danny’s eyes whenever they caught the light right, and they caught the light right all the time.

Danny hated that guy.

Information

Danny was always a little bit prepared for an attack during school. After it had happened so many times already, it would be foolish not to keep a Thermos in his bag and be on edge all of the damn time. But it had been less frequent lately. All the ghosts seemed to be quieting down. It was suspicious, but Danny had been trying to take advantage of the sleep while he could. Growing boy and all that. Unfortunately, dull headaches throbbed in his head and his nights were frustratingly sleepless.

So it follows naturally that Skulker shows up while Danny is nearly asleep in English. He isn’t even fully awake when he transforms in the bathroom, Thermos in hand and backpack discarded in the corner.

He manages to be wide awake when he makes it onto the football field and finds Skulker staring down Kwan, who - to his credit - is staring right back. Danny’s able to get a good shot in while Skulker is distracted, and the following fight is short and sweet and incredibly routine. Danny touches down next to Kwan once it’s over. “Hey, man. You’re supposed to run away from ghosts.”

Kwan grins at him, bright and full of teeth. “It’s fine, Phantom! See, I’ve got this!” He held up his wrist and Danny winced as the sun caught the charm just right and blinded him. Kwan sheepishly put his arm back down. “Sorry. It’s an anti-ghost charm.”

“It’s a what,” Danny said flatly, reaching for Kwan’s wrist again. He braced himself for the brightness, and squinted to examine the bracelet.

“An anti-ghost charm!” Kwan repeated. “See, there’s a new student - his name is Kade - and he’s a genius. He knows all about ghosts. The charm is a little locket, see, and inside is special ingredients.”

“What ingredients?” Danny asked, trying to open the container.

Kwan kicked at the dirt. “Well, I’m not really supposed to ask… I don’t know,” he admitted. “But Kade says if I keep doing well, I can learn one day! Kade’s great.”

Danny grunted, finally wiggling the locket open. “Is that hair?” he asked, pulling a little knot of it out. It looked just like the clumps of Jazz’s hair that he found on his laundry - definitely human hair. And a small pin, and a little thorn that pricked Danny’s finger. “What the fuck,” Danny breathed, shaking his hand out. He glanced up at Kwan, who looked devastated that Danny had opened the locket.

“Kade will be upset that I opened it,” Kwan said quietly, as though confiding a great secret. “I might not get to sit at the table during lunch.” Danny did his best not to roll his eyes. “He says they lose their magic when you open them.”

“Why?” Danny asked, shoving the items back into the container and shutting the clasp. “It’s just some garbage - it doesn’t even do anything.”

“Yes it does,” Kwan insisted, suddenly loud again. Danny dropped his hand. “Kade says so. He knows all about ghosts.”

“I am a ghost,” Danny reminded him.

“Ghosts are liars. Kade says a ghost will tell you anything you want to hear to get what they want.” He took a step back. “You could be lying right now. Maybe you aren’t even saving us from the ghosts, like Kade says. I shouldn’t even be talking to you. What if someone sees?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Kade can save you next time Skulker comes around if he’s so great.” He left before he could hear Kwan’s response.

Thought

Danny is only a little pleased to be paired with Paulina for English today. Sure, she’s a bit unbearable to be around, but she’s pretty, so it evens out. The sickly sweet smell of her perfume worsens his headache, but at least she isn’t wearing one of those damn charms.

She gives him a disinterested glance as he sits next to her, worksheet in hand. He tries not to be that offended. And then he is offended, he decides, because she’s got a picture of Kade sticking out of her notebook.

“Did you do yesterday’s reading?” Danny asked. He knew the answer.

“No, I was busy at Kade’s house,” Paulina replied, looking at him as though he was stupid for thinking she’d do her homework. “I’m in the inner circle.”

“So… the worksheet?” Danny said, hoping to redirect the conversation. “Lancer’s usually willing to fail us for not finishing before ghosts attack.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe. Kade knows how to keep ghosts away. He knows everything. He’s protected the school so well!”

“I thought Phantom was protecting the school,” Danny said through gritted teeth.

Paulina tut-tutted at him. “No. Phantom is a ghost. Ghosts are evil,” she says, as though he is a child. “Kade tells us how to protect ourselves from ghosts. My perfume is ghost-repellant. And I do all of my meditations so that they can’t take over my mind. If you asked, Kade could help you too,” she added sweetly. “Your parents clearly don’t know anything about ghosts. Not like Kade.”

Danny recognized the insult for what it was, but Paulina also sounded genuine. She believed this nonsense. “Paulina, none of that works.” The perfume smelled bad, but it wasn’t repelling him. “How has he proven any of that works?”

“Um, it obviously works,” she replied. “Ghosts haven’t attacked the school in weeks, and even the attacks in town are stopping. That’s because of us. Kade is showing us how to protect the town, and soon… well, we won’t need Phantom ever again.”

She had a point. Ghost attacks were way down. Danny still felt like shit all the time, but at least he hadn’t needed to be doing vigilante business as well - he just thought he was finally winning. That after enough fights they’d stopped coming back. It made more sense than Paulina stopping the attacks, at least. “Paulina, Kade doesn’t have that kind of power. He’s just a guy.”

Paulina’s hand shot in the air. “Mr. Lancer, can I work by myself?” Lancer didn’t even look up from his monitor, just sighed and waved his hand in a ‘ do whatever’ motion. She turned back to him, angrier than Danny had ever seen her. “I don’t listen to unbelievers like you. I’m part of the inner circle.”

And then she was up and gone, seat vacated. Danny let his head thud onto the table. He also hadn’t done the reading. This worksheet was going to take him forever.

Emotion

It’s mid-March when Danny finally realizes that something is wrong with Dash. Early March is when Dash’s ‘spring cleaning’ starts, and everyone who looks at him wrong gets shoved in a locker (at best) or a toilet (at worst). But Danny - despite being sleep-deprived, achey, and nauseous - has been snarking at him constantly for weeks, and hasn’t been shoved anywhere. His hair is blessedly free of toilet water. And Dash is wearing khakis and polos and he wears that stupid bracelet.

“I thought you’d be glad he stopped his brutishness,” Sam said when he brought it up. “I really think you need to see a doctor, Danny.”

Tucker hadn’t even tried listening to him. “You haven’t slept well in months, man. Of course you’re paranoid.” The kindness in his eyes made Danny want to hurl. Danny was the protector, not the protected.

He was on his own.

Which is why he nearly let out a breath of relief when Dash cornered him in the near-empty locker room after gym. The remaining boys cleared out quickly, leaving Danny and Dash alone. Finally, a fight. Ghosts hadn’t been seen in weeks. Danny felt more deathly than ever.

“Hey, uh, Fenton,” Dash started, and Danny froze. Was this not a fight?

“Baxter,” Danny replied coolly. “Come for spring cleaning?”

Dash looked scared, and Danny didn’t understand anything that was happening. “No. I wanted to apologize for my past behavior. It was juvenile, and will not be repeated.”

“Those are some pretty big words,” Danny says, and he can see the conflict in Dash’s eyes: to punch or not to punch? That is the question.

Dash takes a deep breath and sticks his hand out between them. “I apologize for my past behavior,” he repeats. Danny lets this hang between them, too.

“No,” Danny says. “Dude, what? Glad you cleared your conscience, but I’m not going to shake your hand and say we’re fine.”

“You have to,” Dash pleaded. “Everyone else did.”

“Yeah, man! Of course they did! You beat the shit out of us all the time!”

“I used to beat the shit of you all the time.”

“Dash, what is going on?” Danny asks, dropping his volume down.

Dash shifts uncomfortably. He mumbles something into the air dividing them, but Danny can’t quite catch it. He stays silent, waiting for Dash to break first. It only takes a moment. “Kade is going to save some of us. I’m supposed to be free of grudges or the negative emotions will cause the process to go wrong. I’ve been having extra one-on-one sessions,” Dash explains. “Kade says if I’m forgiven it’ll go well. Then we’ll all be okay. So you have to forgive me.”

“Dash, none of that makes any sense.”

“Well it’s not my fault you’re not in the inner circle. Maybe if you weren’t such a loser you’d be able to be saved too.”

“You’re so good at not continuing your past behavior,” Danny replies, and is almost glad for the cold bite of the locker on his back when Dash slams him into it.

“I am going to go to Kade’s. He is going to make it so I can’t die, and then we will make it so the whole town is safe and the ghosts won’t be able to touch us. Kade can cut us off from death! He’s done it before! So you’re going to forgive me and I’m gonna be a hero.” Dash’s eyes were bright and alive and sickening to look into.

Danny didn’t know what to say to that. So he didn’t say anything, and got shoved in a locker.

Control

“I hate being right all the time,” Danny mutters to himself. He shuffles through a couple more papers on Kade’s desk, and then phases through the ceiling. The easiest realization was ‘Kade is leading a cult’. Next step was to visit Kade’s house by following him home from school. Thankfully, Kade was the kind of evil genius who left his plans out on his desk.

Gather recruits. Help guide them towards salvation. Cut off the town from the Ghost Zone. Be hailed as a savior.

The problem was this: Danny knew intimately that life and death were in balance. You couldn’t have one without the other. Kade had been leaching energy off of his fellow students to begin the process. Danny was being slowly cut off from death (explaining the headaches and the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion). The whole town was. Of course there’d been less ghost attacks. Danny had been right to be suspicious. Amity Park’s veil was razor-thin, and this separation would probably cause it to implode spectacularly.

“I was so hoping you’d be here.”

Danny turns and sees Kade, eyes bright and alive and smile full of too-white teeth. “Here I am,” Danny says, spreading his arms open dramatically.

“Here you are!” Kade says. “The ghost boy himself! Are you here to foil my plans?” He asks it as though it is an inside joke, as though they are old friends. “Shall I give you my monologue?”

Danny settles. Gives the illusion of complacency. Shrugs. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to do with your day.”

“I am always searching for souls seeking redemption,” Kade replies, spreading his arms wide. “Daniel, I am a visionary. I am alive. I have removed all traces of death from myself. It cannot touch me.”

That last bit may have been true; being in the room with him was dizzying. Agitating. Looking at his face felt sickening.

“I could tell you all the details, but here are the highlights. I have saved my soul, made myself more alive than anyone has ever been. It was simple and bloody, but now I know how to save everyone.”

“If you upset the balance, everything will collapse in on itself. By separating them you’ll bring them closer together. Like a rubber band, y’know?”

Kade tuts at him. “What will you do, ghost? Stop me?”

“It’s what I do,” Danny shrugs, and prepares for a fight.

The fight doesn’t come; it never even starts. Kade is untouchable; the ectoblasts and wails just wash over him like a wave breaking on stone. Kade is grinning. His teeth are too white and his eyes are bright and Danny is tired.

“I told you, I cannot be touched by death,” Kade reminds him.

Danny is the world; he is balanced. He returns to life and lands a well-placed sucker punch. Kade hadn’t been expecting that, and soon enough they were tumbling on the ground. It’s been a while since Danny was in a fight, but it returns to him easily. His knuckles are bleeding. He is winning. “What are you?” Danny asks through bloody teeth. “You aren’t a ghost.”

“I am to life what a ghost is to death,” Kade hisses from the floor. “And you are an abomination.”

“Dude. That’s rude,” Danny replies.

Danny has spent years avoiding Dash Baxter, so when he hears those familiar footfalls in the hallway, he transforms. He lets Kade push him away. He makes sure Dash and Paulina have a good view of Kade, beaten and bloody, and Phantom looming over him. Kade pushes himself up off the floor, his “anti-ghost” charm swinging wildly off his bracelet as he attempts to steady himself.

He uses his best Superhero voice. “This evil-doer was attempting to upset the balance of forces sustaining the world. He intended to cause the apocalypse.” The apocalypse bit was a lie, but they wouldn’t know that. Danny gave them a thumbs up. He disappeared.

Sam and Tucker weren’t that impressed when he told them about it.

“Cults are small potatoes,” Sam says wisely.

“It wasn’t even a real cult, it was a high schooler with an entourage,” Tucker adds.

“He was a supernatural entity that wanted to destroy the world,” Danny argues.

Sam nods. “Yeah. Small potatoes.”

“I’m just glad you finally got some sleep, buddy,” Tucker says, swinging an arm around Danny’s shoulders.

#ectoberweek2023 #prompt: cult #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dp oc #sam manson #tucker foley #dash baxter #paulina sanchez #dp star #dp kwan #dp kade #dp oc kade #fun fact: kade is a portmanteau of kool-aid

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luminnara · 2 years

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People Are Strange | Billy Hargrove x The Lost Boys x reader Part One

Tags: @smenny @oceansrose2002 @elegantplaidpsychicsludge-blog @henhouse-horrors

(This is set in like 1985, so pre-Michael for the boys)

Part Two

Warnings: mentions of abuse, homophobia, f slur

Finally.

Billy Hargrove was back in California.

It had been a long ass fucking drive, but he had done it, all by himself. He was free now, free of Susan, free of Neil, free of Hawkins, Indiana and every stupid shithead in that poor excuse for a town.

He had made it.

He was broke. He needed a bite to eat. But he had made it, all the way to the beach, even, and that was good enough for him. Now, his father wasn’t around to tell him what he could and couldn’t do, or call him a pussy, or beat the shit out of him. Now, there was no stupid shitty mindflayer or whatever they called it to possess him and then rip his guts out. Now, Billy was in charge of himself, and he was about to exercise that freedom to the fullest extent by getting shitfaced every night if he wanted to.

And he had picked the perfect town for it.

Back when he lived in California, the first time, he had never visited Santa Carla. It was further north than the suburb he grew up in, but he had heard plenty about it and its nasty reputation.

Murder capital of the world.

He figured he could handle that, after everything that had happened back in Hawkins. All Santa Carla had were gangs, and that was nothing compared to the monster that had torn through his mind back in Indiana.

Despite the nickname, it was a cute place. It was a picturesque tourist town situated right on Monterey Bay, with an amusement park out on the pier, a boardwalk full of shops, and a never ending stream of vagrants and runaways always coming and going. Billy didn’t really consider himself among their ranks, but he had a feeling that he would fit right in.

He hadn’t realized exactly how well, though.

The Camaro rumbled as he cruised through town, looking for a spot to get some food and maybe a shitty motel for the night. He wasn’t above sleeping in his car, but he had just done that the entire drive over, and he could really, really go for a real bed.

Food first, though.

He ended up at a diner, the sort of place where he could get a booth to himself and eat a greasy burger in peace. On the drive in, he had seen all sorts of weirdos—burn outs, punks, starving kids digging through the trash—and as fascinating as it all was, he was too exhausted from his journey to want to be surrounded by people just yet.

The diner was slow, the lunch rush having already passed. There were a few people sitting at the counter and a few more in booths, but it was quiet. Billy was enjoying the sound of the radio when someone approached him, and he glanced up to see a waitress standing there with a coffee pot in her hand. She was tired, nearly tripping over herself as she refilled his mug, and as she stood there and zoned out for a moment like a total fucking weirdo, he got the chance to check her out.

To check you out.

“H-Hey, sorry,” you said, sounding dazed.

“Long night?” The handsome guy in front of you asked, flashing you a smile that rivaled even Paul’s most heart-melting grins.

You were so deliriously tired that for a moment, you thought he was one of your boys. In your defense, he totally looked the part, with a curly, dirty blond mullet, a leather jacket, and an earring dangling from one ear. “…what are you doing out at this hour?”

He stared at you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh! Oh god, I’m sorry,” you snapped to attention again, but the bags under your eyes told him that it was just a matter of time before you full on collapsed onto the floor. “I’m not…used to being up during the day…working, I mean! Not used to working, not really…”

“You a night shift kinda person?” The guy asked, taking another bite of his burger.

“Yeah.” You swayed on your feet. “A night person.”

God, you wanted to go lay down. You were so fucking out of it. Being a half vampire was absolute ass, and over the past week, things had only gotten worse. You knew you had gotten yourself into this mess by insisting that you give the diner your full two weeks before you let David take you out to fully turn you, but Jesus Christ this sucked.

Heh.

Sucked.

“Can I, uh…can I get you anything else?” You asked, desperately trying to focus on him. He was cute, you decided, and you really, really wished you weren’t moments away from passing out so that you could appreciate him fully.

He eyed the way your hands were shaking. “…I’m alright, doll.”

“Wow,” you breathed. He sounded just like David with that pet name.

And then you drifted off, and Billy was left staring after you. Santa Carla was a weird place, indeed. A weird place with even weirder waitresses. Hot ones, but weird ones.

He left money on the table and bounced, moving on to the next item on his to do list: finding a place to spend the night. He had…not that much money left, having only stolen what he could out of Neil’s wallet before he ran, but it bought him a week in a semi-decent motel close to the beach, and that was good enough for him.

It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was a testament to his newfound freedom, and to Billy, that was worth way more than a room with a view. He took the opportunity to collapse onto his bed, sleeping the rest of the day away, recharging so that he could go and make Santa Carla his come nightfall.

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“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” David growled at you.

“I’m f….” Your head lolled as you dozed off mid sentence.

David rolled his eyes and grabbed your chin, jerking your head up.

“Fine!” You finished quickly, eyes wide open. “I’m fine. See? I’m fine.”

“You absolutely are not.”

“Just one more week at work, and then you can take me out hunting. Promise.”

“You’re really testing my patience here, doll.”

Doll…hadn’t somebody else called you that earlier? Yeah, somebody at the diner…somebody super cute. Handsome, even. Shit. You shoulda gotten his number or something. You already had four boyfriends, what’s one more? David would probably try to eat him, but that could be worked around—

“Hey!” David snapped his fingers in front of your face as you zoned out again. “That’s it. Dwayne, take her back home to sleep—“

“No!” You protested. “No. I’m fine. I can hang out tonight.”

Dwayne gave you a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”

“Yes I am.”

He narrowed his eyes, watching you for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re too much for your own good sometimes.”

You managed a tired grin. Now that night had finally fallen, you had more energy, and seeing the boys come to pick you up from work had perked you up a little bit. You were still dead on your feet, but you felt a lot less zombie-like than you had during the day. Seeing all four of your boyfriends there filled you with anticipation for the endless mischief the night could hold, and as your grin widened, you couldn’t wait. No matter how tired you were, you wouldn’t miss hanging out with them for the world.

And it really was sweet of them to come meet you outside the diner, after all.

“See? She’s fine!” Paul said, slinging an arm over your shoulders and nipping at your jaw. He was buzzing with energy, as if he was determined to somehow transfer some of it to keep you awake all night. “‘Sides, you won’t be havin’ this problem soon…”

Marko appeared on your other side, licking his lips in anticipation. “Baby, I cannot wait to watch you dig in for the first time…”

“We know, Marko,” Paul rolled his eyes as he pulled a joint out of his pocket. “It’s all you’ve been thinkin’ about for the past week.”

“I can’t help it!” Marko whined, bumping his head against yours. “It’s gonna be so fuckin’ hot…”

“Gotta pick someone first,” David cut in. “Got anybody in mind yet, sweetheart?”

“Not really…” you sighed.

“You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out.”

“I know…”

“Otherwise I’ll choose for you.”

“I know!” You insisted.

“You really haven’t seen anybody interesting?” Marko asked skeptically.

You knew he was even more eager for you to turn than David was. For Marko, though, you suspected that it was more about watching you tear people apart and less about the power trip of helping his girlfriend become an undead creature of the night.

To each their own, though.

“I mean…there was a guy at work today…” you chewed at your bottom lip.

David immediately stiffened. “A guy?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna…you know.”

“Well…what kinda guy?” Paul asked, taking a hit before passing his joint to Marko.

“A, uh…handsome one…”

David’s nostrils flared angrily. “Handsome?”

“David, you can’t get mad at me for making an observation,” you began, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “You guys always wanna know if I spot anybody interesting, when I work as a waitress in the weirdest town on the west coast. I see interesting people all day, and today, I waited on a guy who looked and talked so much like you I thought he was—“

��You point him out if you see him,” David growled. “So I can rip him in half.”

Marko let out a loud laugh and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re so tough, David.”

“Fine.” He sneered. “You can do it, then.”

“What? Me?” You groaned. “It isn’t time yet! I told you, I wanna wait another week—“

“Then you better hope we don’t spot him tonight, huh?” David pulled the cigarette out from behind his ear and lit it. “For his sake.”

“God, why are you being such a dick tonight?” You grumbled as the five of you set off towards the pier.

“He’s just in a mood now because you said another guy was handsome,” Paul snickered, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face.

“You know it hurts his ego,” Marko said with a pointed sneer towards David.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you,” David growled.

“What was he like?” Dwayne finally spoke up.

“Who?” You asked, playing dumb.

“The guy.”

“Oh.” You thought for a moment, trying to recall your afternoon. “He got a burger and coffee. No tomatoes. Extra pickle.”

“That’s fascinating, doll.” David rolled his eyes.

“And he called me doll,” you said haughtily, glaring at him.

You watched him falter as he inhaled on his cigarette. “He what?”

“Mmhm. And it sounded nice.” You stuck your nose in the air and marched away, slipping out from under Paul’s arm to walk on your own.

The boys glanced at each other. David was fuming, nose scrunched in disgust as he imagined another guy calling you his pet name. Whoever he was, he had a fucking death wish.

“Chill out, boss man,” Paul said, clapping a hand on David’s shoulder.

“Paul.” David growled. “If you wanna keep your fingers, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

“Well I suggest you go talk to her,” Marko snapped as he watched you strut away. “We’ll catch a bite on our own. You better go smooth things over, Casanova.”

“What?” David asked incredulously. “I didn’t do anyth—“

“He’s right,” Dwayne nodded.

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” David snarled.

Dwayne was never phased by his outbursts, though, and only looked at him calmly. “Go apologize. We’ll hunt solo tonight.”

“Yeah, and if you’re lucky we’ll bring you some takeout,” Paul cackled, elbowing David as the three of them walked past.

He just glared after them.

“Hey, baby!” Paul greeted when he caught up to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you into his chest. He plopped a messy kiss on your lips and he tasted like blood and weed, like he always did. “We’re all grabbin’ a bite. David wants to talk.”

“Have fun,” Marko smirked as he kissed your cheek.

“Tell him I don’t feel like talking,” you scoffed as Dwayne swooped in to steal a kiss next.

“Too late,” he said, an amused rumble in his chest.

“Ooh, maybe you’ll get lucky and have some bomb makeup sex,” Paul grinned, walking backwards away from you as he puffed on his joint.

“He fuckin’ needs it,” Marko mumbled.

“Fine.” You sighed. “You guys go have fun. Don’t eat anybody too hot.”

“But that’s my favorite flavor!” Paul yelled.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three of them go, Marko immediately lunging for Paul before Dwayne managed to catch him in a head lock midair. They were a handful, but you loved them.

“Hey.” David’s voice had you turning around.

He actually looked a little ashamed, his eyes trained on the ground as he kicked at a pebble.

“Hey.” You said flatly.

He dared to look up at you. You could tell he was still grumpy, and he was only trying to talk to you because the others had probably made him…but this was still a massive improvement for him, and you considered it a success.

He sighed, started to roll his eyes, and then stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, trying to encourage him. “You should actually talk about your feelings, you know.”

He made a disgusted noise and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know I get…territorial.” He said, taking your arm and tugging you along to walk with him. “We all do.”

“I know.”

“It’s just a…a thing we all have to deal with.”

“Very beastly of you,” you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “I still don’t want you to kill that guy, though.”

“No promises,” he growled, expression darkening.

“…you can maim him if he really deserves it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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Billy fucking loved Santa Carla.

Back in Hawkins, he was the keg king, and earning his title had been a piece of cake…but here, the beach parties were way wilder and way more fun, and he was having the time of his fucking life.

The town was vibrant during the day, yeah, but come nightfall it sprung to life. The rides on the boardwalk lit up the dark sky, and bonfires surrounded by party goers dotted the beaches. There was no shortage of shitty carnival food, and all the stores on the boardwalk stayed open late. Billy was pretty sure he could find any drugs he could think of within ten minutes if he tried, and he could get his dick wet even faster.

Yeah. It was his kinda place.

He left the Camaro at the motel and walked over to the boardwalk, smoking a fresh cigarette as he navigated the crowds. There really were all sorts of people there—everything from obvious tourists to kids enjoying summer vacation to criminals and runaways flitted around, creating one extremely colorful swarm of pedestrians. He didn’t look out of place at all, not the way he had back in Hawkins where everybody looked like wannabe prom kings and queens and Steve Harrington was the most exciting thing to happen in decades.

Before Billy, of course.

In Santa Carla, though, he had already seen fashions that would have given everyone in Hawkins, Indiana heart attacks. He looked tame compared to some of the punks he spotted lingering around. But still, for some reason…

He noticed he was getting dirty looks.

People stepped out of his way as he passed through the crowd. They watched him carefully, like he might suddenly lunge and bite them. One security guard in particular seemed to be keeping a particularly close eye on him while he wandered around, but rather than feeling perturbed, Billy felt energized. It was feeding his ego, making him feel wild knowing that everybody was looking at him and everybody was wary of him. He didn’t care why.

The sound of metal playing over speakers had him making his way towards the bandstand. When he got closer and squeezed his way through the crowd, the music grew deafening.

Just the way he liked it.

He felt like he had just wandered into heaven.

He had also just wandered right into the hunting ground of one very particular, very high, vampire.

When it came to hunting, Paul liked to be lazy. He’d been around long enough to learn how to let them come to him, and while the others worked hard for their meals, Paul worked smart. He was always so fun and charismatic that he could have humans eating out of the palm of his hand whenever he wanted them to, and when there were rock shows on the beach, the bandstand was always the perfect place for him to find some easy chow. Yeah, the music usually hurt his ears some, but he always got over it and everything healed before he could have an eternity of tinnitus, and he always relied more on his sense of smell than hearing anyways. He thrived in the chaos of the crowd, and tonight was no exception.

The crowd was fun. The band was loud. And even though he was lazy when it came to hunting humans, he still had boundless energy. He was actually glad that David had fucked up with you, because he was having a great time hunting on his own.

“Hey man, watch it!” Someone snarled as he bumped into them.

Paul was too high to take offense at their tone, turning towards them with a lazy grin on his face instead.

What he saw would’ve taken his breath away, had he actually been breathing.

There was a guy there, wearing a leather jacket, with a glare that rivaled David’s. He had an earring dangling from one earlobe and a curly dirty blond mullet, shorter and darker than Marko’s but still good, and blue eyes that actually had Paul feeling a tiny bit weak.

The dude was gorgeous in a way that most humans weren’t, and Paul was immediately into him.

“Sorry, man,” Paul forced himself to say above the sound of the music, keeping that aloof smile on his face. “Here. Token of my apology?”

He held out his joint and the guy looked at it hungrily, like he hadn’t seen weed in months. And really, Billy hadn’t; Hawkins wasn’t exactly the best place to find it, and if Neil had ever caught him reeking of marijuana, he’d have been in for a world of hurt. In Santa Carla, though, he could have anything he wanted…and he was free to take it.

“C’mon. We can go smoke under the stands.” The blond guy in front of him grinned wildly, his eyes blazing.

Billy shoved his anger down and considered the offer. This guy looked like a total idiot, some Twisted Sister rocker type who was high out of his damn mind. His outfit was weird as hell, but at the same time, he didn’t look that out of place in the eclectic crowd, with his mesh shirt and white pants almost as tight as Billy’s jeans. He looked wild, an untamed mane of hair giving off the impression that he had been born headbanging, and in all honesty, he looked...interesting. Intriguing?

Something.

Billy was still pissed at him for bumping into him—seriously, when he had turned around, he had expected to see someone twice this guy’s size just based off of the sheer force of it—but he could go for some free weed. And maybe some booze. And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t know much about Santa Carla or who was who around town, and he could use a guide.

“Fine,” he sneered.

Blondie grinned and grabbed his arm—why the fuck was he so strong?—and dragged him through the crowd. Bodies slammed into Billy as the two squeezed past, but the mystery guy didn’t seem to have any issue navigating the flood of people, as if they didn’t even bother him.

Weird.

“Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before,” he commented, turning on his heel to walk backwards and face Billy as he spoke. “You new in town?”

“You could say that.” Billy said as he shoved someone out of his way.

The guy just kept grinning that stupid grin. “Name’s Paul.”

“...Billy.”

They were finally on the edges of the crowd, Paul leading the way around the back of the stands. There was nobody else lingering around, just like he had hoped. It was a quiet spot, hidden from the chaos and noise of the bandstand, and the perfect place for a clandestine meeting or a quick snack...although now, Paul wasn’t really sure which one he was hoping for.

“Billy, huh?” Paul asked, trying not to grin like a madman. “Where you from?”

“Little further south.” Billy said. He didn’t want to even consider telling anyone that he had just lived in Hawkins fucking Indiana for a year. “LA.”

Paul could tell there was more to his story than that, but he didn’t push.

“So...what, you come to Santa Carla for fun?” he asked as he lit the joint. “Or...are you running from somethin’?”

When Billy gave him an angry look, he knew he was on the right track.

“It doesn’t matter,” Billy growled, snatching the joint out of Paul’s hand. He inhaled deeply, fighting the cough that was building in his chest. It had been a long fucking time since he had been offered weed, but he wasn’t about to look like a total pussy and hack a lung up.

Paul could see the way he resisted and forced his body to behave. He could hear his heartbeat change. He appreciated the way that Billy was trying so hard to act so tough in front of him...and, honestly, he appreciated the way that Billy didn’t seem to have that natural fear that humans usually did.

“Whatcha runnin’ from?” he asked, taking the joint back.

“The hell do you care?” Billy snapped.

Paul shrugged. “Just curious. I’m a people person, I guess.”

Billy forced a smile onto his face. It was in his best interests to be nice to this guy, he figured, and he knew how to do the whole smile and nod and be fucking polite routine.

“You been here a while?” he asked as Paul handed him the joint again.

The blonde broke into a laughing fit.

How fucking high was this guy?

Billy took a hit and watched Paul clutching at his sides. He was laughing like a fucking hyena, as if Billy had just made the funniest joke in the world. Well, he was glad for the positive attention, at least...maybe this guy wouldn’t be half bad?

“Oh yeah, a while,” Paul managed to squeeze out between cackles. “Long ass time. I know everything about Santa Carla.”

“Yeah? So you know who’s who around here?” Billy asked, starting to feel the effects of the (surprisingly, suspiciously, strong) weed.

Paul’s laughter faded into something a touch more sinister and he leaned in, blue eyes suddenly so dangerous. “Oh, Billy Boy, you wanna know who’s in charge of Santa Carla?”

Billy couldn’t speak. He just held Paul’s gaze, refusing to break it, refusing to move and lose whatever weird ass energy he suddenly felt between them. He didn’t realize it, but he was being fucking brave, and Paul was impressed...because Paul was desperately trying to get into his head, and he couldn’t.

And that fascinated him. It also sealed Billy’s fate--any urges Paul had to take a bite out of him were gone, and he way preferred the thought of turning him and keeping him around instead.

“I’ll tell ya who owns Santa Carla,” he said, reaching up to twirl a strand of Billy’s hair around his finger. “But can you hang?”

“What the fuck do you mean can I hang?” Billy spat venomously, teeth bared as he bristled. “What the fuck do you think?”

Paul just grinned, moving his hand to brush a rough thumb over Billy’s cheek. He tried one last time to get into that pretty head of his, staring into his eyes as he searched for something, anything, and once again...he came up totally empty.

Weird.

“Yeah, I think you’ll fit right in,” Paul decided, taking his joint back and stuffing it into his jacket. Then, he slung his arm around Billy’s shoulders, noticing how right it felt to have him there, and led him away from the bandstand. “C’mon. We gotta find Marko.”

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Marko was in the middle of whispering sweet nothings into a girl’s ear when Paul and Billy found him…and he was seriously pissed off by the interruption.

“Hey, what gives?” He growled as Paul grabbed him by the jacket and hauled him away from the bonfire.

“You havin’ fun, Marko?” Paul sneered down at him.

“Paul, I swear to fucking god, I am so hungry right now and if you don’t let me—who the fuck is that?”

Billy was standing there, hands in his jacket pockets, watching the two of them. Observing. Catching every little movement, honing in on every breath and shift of their weight. He was looking on with the coolness and the calculation of a predator, Marko thought, in the same way that he and the boys watched the crowds of humans on the boardwalk.

Marko’s nostrils flared as he tried to catch the scent of vampire, but other than Paul and the rest of Santa Carla’s usual nighttime denizens, all he could smell was human.

He tilted his head slightly. No werewolf. No demon. Just…human. Gorgeous human, but still…just human.

“What the hell is this?” He hissed at Paul, watching Billy from the corner of his eye. “Why’re you parading him around like this?”

“You mighta noticed Billy here is a little special,” Paul put a hand on the back of Marko’s neck and guided him towards Billy. “I think we should introduce him to the rest of the gang.”

Marko glanced up at him like he was crazy.

Then, Paul leaned down, his lips next to Marko’s ear as he whispered, “I can’t get in his head. At all.”

Marko frowned at that. “You were never particularly good at it,” he mumbled as he looked Billy over.

Okay, yeah. He could see why Paul hadn’t just eaten him. The guy was handsome, and he was definitely their type, right down to the jewelry. But looks didn’t mean he could just join them…even though it was weird as shit that Marko couldn’t seem to get in his head, either, and David would probably want to know about that.

“You wanna tell your boyfriend to quit checkin’ me out?” Billy barked.

“Aw, Marko, you didn’t tell me we were dating,” Paul leaned on him, leering down.

Marko gave him an exasperated look. “…my mistake. We gonna go find David and Dwayne or what?”

“Good idea, man!” Paul clapped him on the shoulder and then let him go again, leading the way up towards the boardwalk stairs.

Billy and Marko fell in just behind him, the former looking down at the latter and considering him. His head was fuzzy from Paul’s weed, and maybe if he was totally sober, he would have been able to figure out what it was about Marko that felt so off.

He was good at watching people. It was something he had picked up from years of dealing with his shitty father. As a child, he had learned to watch and anticipate, because that was what gave him the best chance of ducking away from swinging fists. Now, as an adult, he watched and anticipated and always knew what people wanted, and it gave him the ability to charm them into doing whatever he wanted. It also gave him the ability to simply notice things, little things that other people probably ignored—like the way that Marko bit at his thumb when he was looking around, or the oddly threatening little shine in his eyes. He noticed the way that Paul, so wild and seemingly carefree, had little moments of calm in which he looked around and took in his surroundings, watching people the same way that Billy was watching him.

Billy was high, yeah…but he could still tell that something was up with these guys. He felt like he should be wary, but at the same time, he didn’t care; he had survived being flayed not that long ago, something that probably should have left his mind completely broken. Whatever these guys were up to didn’t scare him in the slightest. Gangbangers didn’t scare him. Serial killers didn’t scare him.

Humans didn’t scare him.

“I think you’re gonna love Santa Carla,” Paul said over his shoulder. “We got everything here.”

“You tried the Chinese place yet?” Marko asked, glancing up at Billy with a smirk. “To die for.”

“Just got in this morning,” Billy said coolly as they slipped into the crowd. “Only food I’ve had was some shitty diner.”

“Oh yeah?” Paul asked, immediately thinking about you and your shitty diner. “Which one?”

“Hell if I know.” Billy paused. “Waitress was hot though.”

Marko’s proverbial hackles immediately rose and he sneered, ready to tear him a new one if he really was talking about you. As much as he liked the looks of Billy, that didn’t mean he wanted the guy pawing at you. Before he could say anything, though, Paul cut in.

“You got a thing for waitresses?” He laughed loudly. “Real specific type, man.”

“Nah. This one was real cute, though.” Billy grinned. He could do this. He could handle guy talk. Just like the locker room back at Hawkins High.

Marko caught sight of his smile and his eyes widened slightly.

Okay.

That was damn near perfect.

He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d look with fangs, though.

“Marko, you got any idea where Dwayne is?” Paul asked, glancing back and forth.

“You know where he always goes,” Marko said. “That alley, over by—never mind, found him.”

The metallic scent of blood suddenly wrapped itself around them as Dwayne carved a path through the crowd. Well, at least someone had gotten a nice meal. And he had mostly cleaned up, save for a smear on his jaw, and when Paul saw it, he desperately wanted to lick it off. Would that be rude? Would Billy care? …why did he care if Billy cared? Fuck it, he needed some fresh blood in his system. Billy could deal with it.

“Been lookin’ for you, man!” Paul said as Dwayne joined them. He looked up at him hopefully, asking—begging—for permission, and when Dwayne tilted his chin up a nearly imperceptible amount, he knew he had gotten it.

Billy watched as Paul swiped a long tongue over Dwayne’s jaw…and he was frozen. He had never seen two guys doing shit like that together, and he couldn’t believe they were just…doing it out in public.

Not to mention it was pretty fucking weird to lick blood off of someone’s face after a fight.

...Weird and a little erotic.

Neil would have a fucking heart attack if he saw. His father had beaten the shit out of him and called him a fag just for doing his hair. But here, these guys were totally unafraid, totally uncaring about the occasional glare thrown their way, and Billy couldn’t even fathom being so open about it.

He watched as Paul seemed to purr something in Dwayne’s ear, the brunette snorting softly in amusement before nudging at Paul’s head with his nose. It was the simplest sort of affection, but it was something Billy had never even seen before…and he didn’t know if it pissed him off because he thought it was stupid, or because he was jealous.

“—back by the bikes,” he heard Dwayne say as he pulled himself out of his thoughts.

“He hasn’t been out at all?” Marko asked nervously. He didn’t want to think about how pissed off David would be if he was hungry, and he also didn’t want to think about David deciding to take a chunk out of Billy.

Dwayne just shook his head and then led the way back through the crowds, the others following him. Billy kept his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his cigarette pack and lighter. He was as nervous as Marko sounded, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t let these guys know that the tone in Marko’s voice had him wary as hell, and he was bracing himself for whoever he was.

He couldn’t panic.

Not here.

Not in front of these total strangers. He never panicked in front of anyone, never showed any weakness, and he wasn’t about to start now.

The vampires all heard the way his heart rate increased and suddenly their attention was on him, even though they didn’t show it. They were listening intently, Dwayne prodding at Billy’s mind and finding the same walls that Paul and Marko had. He couldn’t figure it out, either; they never had this problem with humans, and as far as he could tell, this guy was just that.

Human.

Billy swallowed his anxiety back down and his pulse eventually slowed again. Paul and Marko shared a glance, but kept their mouths shut. They knew each other well enough to know what the other was thinking. They liked this new guy, and they both had the urge to help him. To make him feel at home in Santa Carla. Because they had the feeling--and their feelings were usually right--that he was a lost boy, just like them.

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“David, quit!” you laughed, shoving at him.

He just grinned against your throat, teeth brushing over your skin. “Why, kitten? Gimme a good reason.”

“Because we’re in public!” You squealed as he pulled you up against him.

You were sitting backwards on his bike, facing him and half straddling his lap. He had his hands around your waist and his lips on your neck, not giving a damn if anybody saw—and they definitely saw, because you were putting on quite the show—and he was perfectly happy to stay right there and make you squirm. He could feel hunger gnawing away at him, but for the moment, you were keeping it at bay…and besides, he would way rather make out with you than go hunting.

“Can’t wait until you’re finally turned,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Why?” You asked breathlessly, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“‘Cause I won’t have to be so gentle.”

He dug his fingers into your sides for good measure and your face flushed when you felt how strong his grip was. Sometimes, you almost forgot that he could tear you in half as easily as you would a piece of paper, and whenever he reminded you, an excited little shiver flew down your spine.

“You like it rough, don’t you, kitten?” He purred, licking a line up your throat. “I can smell you gettin’ wet….”

“David,” you whined, tilting your head away to look at him. “Quit teasing me!”

“Oh, I’m not teasing. I’ll fuck you right here. Right now. C’mon.” He slipped his hands under your thighs and hoisted you the rest of the way onto his lap, laughing when you yelped in surprise.

His teeth found the side of your neck again and he nibbled at your skin, a low growl rumbling in his throat. You couldn’t help but melt against him, sighing happily as you stroked his hair. It was moments like these, where David was so calm and loving, that you loved the most. Nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you, the rest of the world fading away even though the boardwalk was crowded and loud.

“I love you, David,” you murmured.

He hummed, his grip on you tightening. He wasn’t great at saying the words, even though there were only three of them, and you had only ever heard him utter them once. That didn’t matter, though, because you knew that he felt it, and you didn’t need to hear it out loud when he was so good at showing you in so many other ways.

“You’re too good for me, kitten.” He said, kissing the side of your head.

“Not true,” you smiled, nuzzling his cheek.

You heard that growl-purr rising again.

And then, he froze.

David fell completely still, for just a moment, just long enough for you to notice. When you pulled back, you saw his eyes trained on something behind you, and when you twisted around to see, you were greeted with the sight of the rest of your boys…

And one extra.

On the one hand, you were glad to see the hot guy from the diner. He really did fit in with the rest of the boys, walking next to Paul with his hands in his pockets and a very devil may care attitude about him. At night, surrounded by the dark sky and the bright lights of the boardwalk, he was even hotter than he had been earlier that day, and you didn’t mind the idea of adding him to the gang...On the other hand, you really, really didn’t want David to tear him in half.

“Sweetheart,” David drawled as he looked over your head. “That wouldn’t happen to be your boy, would it?”

“Uh…” you floundered as they got closer, “see, when you say it like that…”

“Oh, damn, looks like you two made up!” Marko taunted, that cute little sneer that you loved so much plastered on his face.

“This is Billy,” Paul said, nudging the new guy forward. “He wants to hang with us.”

Billy gave him an annoyed grunt as he was shoved, but he held himself back from slugging him. The platinum blond dude on the bike looked extremely fucking pissed off, and Billy couldn’t really blame him...if he had just gotten interrupted by these goons while he had a hot girl like you on his lap, he would have blown a gasket.

You looked absolutely delicious perched there, too.

“Well, you got me disappointed, doll,” Billy said nonchalantly, ignoring the guy behind you and the way his eyes narrowed angrily. “I was kinda hopin’ you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

You stared at him. Okay, yeah, you thought that was pretty hot...you were used to Surf Nazis making passes at you, but they were gross and always just pissed you off. This, though...this had you a little bit breathless. “Oh, wow...”

David glanced down at you and snorted angrily before slipping away to grab Billy by the front of his jacket. “Who the fuck are you?”

Billy just met his gaze. Yeah. This guy was scarier than Paul. By a lot. But he wasn’t scarier than a brain monster from another dimension...and he wasn’t scarier than Neil Hargrove.

Not by a longshot.

You watched as Billy sneered back at David, something that even the rest of Santa Carla’s vampires rarely did.

It was...pretty hot.

“Billy Hargrove,” the human said, lip raised slightly. “Who the fuck are you?”

David just stared at him.

Billy smelled like leather and motor oil and cigarettes and weed, a combination that David loved because that’s what his boys smelled like, and it made his nose twitch. When he had grabbed Billy, he had noticed how solid he was, and David hated, he fucking hated, that he had to look up to meet his gaze. It was like getting up in Dwayne’s face...except Dwayne was chill and this guy was like a powder keg waiting to explode.

Then again, so was David.

He didn’t understand why the boys hadn’t just eaten him. This guy was dangerous, he could tell, and if he was too aggressive, then there was no fucking way they’d get along well enough for him to join the gang. And the worst part, the most horrible part (besides the lovey dovey eyes everybody was making at him), was that Billy’s mind was totally closed off.

It didn’t make any sense. He looked like a human. He smelled like a human. Billy Hargrove was a fucking human, just a guy, and for the first time in his nearly 80 years of being an undead fiend, David couldn’t get into a human’s head. He had run into this problem with other species, sure--werewolves were difficult, zombies didn’t have much going on upstairs, witches tended to be able to keep him out if they knew what they were doing...but there was nothing to indicate that Billy wasn’t a normal human.

But clearly, he wasn’t normal, and as much as he hated it, David wanted to keep him around to figure out what the hell was going on.

“David.” he finally growled. “And I wanna know what the hell you’re doin’ on my boardwalk.”

“Wanna let me go before you start askin’ questions?” Billy sneered.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” David snarled, tightening his grip.

“Or what?” Billy challenged.

“Alright, okay,” you suddenly appeared between them, easing David off of Billy with a hand on each of their chests. “That’s enough of that.”

Billy looked down at your hand and then back up at David. He had a shit eating grin on his face that would have totally sealed the deal and had David ripping his head off then and there if you weren’t in the way.

“Move, doll,” David growled.

“Absolutely not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest and facing him head on.

“Why?”

“Because...” you turned slightly, looking up at Billy Hargrove with a small smile on your face. “I think I like this one.”

David looked between you and Billy and you could practically see him thinking. You could tell that he was communicating with the others, too, and finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he gave a little nod.

“Alright. Fine.” he said, taking a small step back. “Come back to our place, Billy. Let’s see if you can hang.”

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In the closet? Seriously? | Derek Morgan x f!reader

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

Summary Derek is a pain in the ass at work and tease you at every opportunity he gets.

Warnings explicit content, daddy kink, dirty talk, spit kink, choking, one tit slap, dacryphilia, dom!Derek, sub!reader, Derek is a little mean during sexy time but that’s all, unprotected sex, creampie, sex at workplace, p in v, tell me if I should add more warnings

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE -18

Working with your fiancé has never been an issue for you. You didn’t mind his closeness with Penelope, nor the fact that he sometimes had to go undercover and play a couple with the girls in the team when Hotch chose one of them instead of you.

What you do mind is that this tease of a man often provokes you during work. Never on the field, of course, but when you are at the B.A.U he’s never far from you.

There’s the little things and the ones that make others give you a knowing look he does that drives you mad. His hand brushing yours when you try to get something, the little glances he takes over your body; lingering on your naked legs when you decide to wear a skirt, the way he grab you by your hips to move you unnecessarily just a few feet away from your original position, the fact that he always have a hand on your lower back whenever the two of you are walking together because he can’t keep them to himself, the veins on his forearms when he flexes his muscles just because he knows how much you like it, his winks, his petty smile when he see you squeezing your legs together because he knows that he’s the one making you squirm in your chair like a teenager in heat. These, these are the little things.

The bigger ones he does are just torture to you. Exactly like what he’s doing right now.

Your jaw drop open as you look at Morgan manspreading in his sit, discretely bucking his hips upwards once to get you exactly where he wants you. You can’t help but bite your lip when you notice the growing bulge in his pants. A groan escape you as you see him smirk because he caught you staring.

You take your head in your hands, placing your elbows on the desk in front of you before closing your eyes to regain your concentration. Not even a minute after, you hear his seductive voice whisper in your ear as he massages your shoulders. “How you doin’ mama?” You sigh, wondering how you’re going to restrain yourself from jumping on him for 3 more hours before lunch break. “Not good since my very handsome man decided to tease me on our workplace again, knowing very well that we won’t be able to touch each other before we get home tonight. Are you trying to frustrate me? Because it’s working.” He chuckles and plant a kiss on your head before turning your chair around so you’re facing him. “Who said that we have to wait until we get home? Mh?” A frown settles on your features as confusion lace your mind. “I’m not pretending to be sick like last time. You know Hotch reads me like an open book.” He crouches down and place his arms on your half naked thighs before resting his chin on it. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about, babe.”

Okay, now you’re even more lost. “What were you thinking about then?” He smiles brightly at you and gets up before he takes your hand in his. “Nah, I’ll show you instead. C’mon, get up.” You look at the papers you’re supposed to return before your break and then at his begging face before giving up. “Okay fine… I’m coming.” You sigh as you let him drag you behind him. Reid seems like he’s going to say something when you pass in front of him, but he quickly abandons the idea when Morgan gives him his death glare.

After this encounter, your lover continue to lead you in the building before he stops in front of a door. “In the closet? Seriously ?” He shrugs and look around to see if there’s anyone before he drags you in and lock the door behind you. You chuckle heartedly as Morgan take you in a hug and kiss your neck softly. “You’re crazy. You know that?” He takes your head in his hands and kiss you lovingly. “You make me crazy.”

The kiss deepens as he grips your ass and lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and steady yourself by locking your arms behind his neck. You moan as he swirls his tongue around yours before he pins you to the closest wall. “Fuck… Why did you have to wear my favorite skirt? You know how difficult it is to hide a hard on in a room full of profilers?” Another moan escape you when he licks a stripe up your neck while pushing your skirt higher over your thighs. “I-I don’t know. But what I do know is that you would have gotten hard no matter what clothes I would've worn.” He bucks his hips into yours, rubbing his clothed bulge against your core. “You’re damn right, babygirl.” Your heartbeat fasten when you see him reach between your bodies to draw little circles on your clit. Even with your panties still on, the little friction drives you mad. “Please… Please don’t tease me daddy… I need to feel you inside of me” He groans at your choice of words and quickly unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants and boxers below his ass. “Ok, I won’t tease you, princess.” He pushes your panties to the side and rub his tip to your soaked pussy a few times before slamming his cock in your tight hole. You almost scream at the stretch, but he beats you to it and cover your mouth with his big hand. “Don’t be so loud, love. You wouldn’t want anyone to find out now, would you? Yeah… That’s what I thought.”

He pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in, before he rams his dick back in you. Your eyes start to water and Derek lick the tears rolling down your face before he grabs your face by your cheeks and coo at you. “Aw, you’re crying baby? I barely even begun, and you’re already so fucking out of it? That’s pathetic.” You cry even harder as you try to voice an apology. “Open your mouth y/n.” You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what he’s going to do. He spit in your mouth and you swallow it eagerly before he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is so passionate that you’re sure it’s going to bruise your lips.

You don’t even feel him popping the buttons of your shirt open until he pulls your bra down and your tits bounce out of it. He takes a nipple in his mouth and suck it before releasing and slapping it. You wince at the pain but quickly forget it when he starts to rub your clit. “Fuuuck… Morgan I’m coming…imcomingimcomingimcoming !” Derek kiss you to shut you up as you unravel in his arms. Small white dots resembling stars appear behind your closed eyelids when he brings you over the edge and you get lost in the feeling. He doesn’t last long after you cum, since your grip on his cock gets even tighter. He moans as he shoots his load into your convulsing cunt.

You two stay entwined a few minutes, your breathing and heartbeats falling into sync as they finally slow down. Morgan pulls out gently and kiss you softly. “I hope I haven’t been too rough with you…” You smile and steal a kiss from him before you shake your head. “No. It was perfect.” A sigh of relief escape him as he puts you down. “Good.” You clean and dress yourself as best as you can with your trembling legs. Morgan notice it and laugh as if he didn’t just fuck your soul out of your body. “There’s no way they won’t notice that.” You glare at him and point your face with your finger. “You think they won’t notice that? My hair and makeup are ruined, I cried, you choked me. If they don’t understand that we fucked in here, they’re idiots.” He gets a tissue in a cabinet drawer near the door and help you get all your makeup off and fix your hair. “Right. Who do you think will understand first ?” You close the buttons of your shirt and fix your skirt. “Mmh… For the boys, I think it will be Rossi. And for the girls… Prentiss will probably notice it first.” He smiles at you and nod before taking your hand in his. “Well… Let’s find out.” You follow him out of the closet and pray that you’re not walking like a penguin.

You were right. Rossi and Prentiss did notice what happened first. Luckily for you, Hotch wasn’t there since he had taken the remaining of the day off to stay with Jack at home. But you did walk like a penguin.

Ugh. That was a close one.

End.

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