#And of course this hit while I was driving and listening to the Lost Boys soundtrack

[stlgeekgirl]

Today on: how the hell does my brain connect two completely different things with a third completely different thing in such a way that it's going to make me do a deep dive between two shows that haven't been on the air in nearing a decade?

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I wish women did not feel so strongly about the fact men, on average, are physically stronger than them. I feel like women have such negative feelings about this that it drives them to ridiculousness. Listen, I get it. I get it, I get it, I get it. The fact men are stronger is frightening. It’s scary to know that if a man decided to physically attack you then you are probably fucked. The USWNT, women who have spent years honing their skills on the field, lost to teenage boys who—when compared to the women—were basically just beginning to develop their talents. I understand how demeaning that can feel to every woman who hears this fact. I can imagine how demeaning it was for the USWNT. I’m sure every woman has been in a situation, playful or threatening, where they have tested their strength against a man and lost miserably. I’ve seen videos where women hit and slapped men with genuine rage and fury and the man barely even flinched. I understand how embarrassing and scary it can be to come to terms with the strength disparity between men and women, but you simply must come to terms with it. Far too many women have taken to pretending that it's not there—this is not a good approach.

Women choose to pretend it's not there because acknowledging that it's there makes them feel inferior. I ask women to remember that this world was built with the ideals of men in mind and to cater to their specific strengths. Men value strength and violence so of course the world is going to seem like those two things are all that’s valued in it. It's no coincidence that many male heroes are physically strong/easily able to cause harm—such as Naruto or John Wick or the Avengers. Of course it feels shitty, as a woman who inhabits this world, to have to acknowledge that your biology generally prevents you from being able to have the ‘can beat anyone in a fight’ type of strength that gets constantly praised.

However, I implore women to consider that men being physically stronger than them is no more of a significant fact than women being able to give birth while men cannot. Women also have biological advantages over men but when was the last time you saw a man calling himself inferior because of them? Imagine if the world was built with female advantages in mind. Imagine a world where the ability to give birth was seen as some sort of pinnacle of human worth. I mean, the ability to give birth is crazy. You are literally creating a whole new life. The female body is capable of providing the necessary tools to bring about a whole new person. Every brain that has thought of something life changing and every hand that has built something new was brought into existence by a woman’s reproductive system. Every single person that has ever so much as breathed was brought to life by a woman, but men never think women are superior for this fact.

Oh, but women couldn’t get pregnant without men, right? No. IVF exists. But even without it, the correct thing to say would be that women cannot get pregnant without sperm. A woman can get artificially inseminated. She never has to go out and find a man to have sex with. Is that not an advantage? Because, I mean, what can a man do if he wants to have a child but no woman is willing to give him one? Hire a surrogate? That comes with a list of complications, is far more intimate than artificial insemination, and is incredibly expensive. How is that not a disadvantage of being male? You may be thinking that you, as a woman, never want to become pregnant, but that is not the point!  The point is that it's arbitrary to look at biological advantages as anything other than completely neutral.

Women also survive famine better and live longer than men. Imagine a world where women held this over men’s heads? But we don’t live in that world. In this world, I’m certain a man would say that they die sooner because of being braver, taking more risks, and doing dangerous jobs. However, if it were women putting themselves in danger and dying as a result, men would not be quick to call us brave; they'd call us the opposite. Idiotic. Foolhardy. Too stupid to take the necessary precautions to keep ourselves alive.

It is just so painful to see women lamenting over the physical disparity between men and women. Let it go. Consider being neutral on the subject of biological advantage. Consider that male strength isn't something to pretend doesn't exist and isn’t something that proves women are inferior.

I understand that acknowledging vulnerability is against the survival Instinct—I get it—but come on. How can we let this get to a point where we’re saying it’s okay for males to enter female sports and beat the absolute crap out of/wipe the floor with women? Them being stronger is neutral! It does not mean anything! But it’s fact. Pretending it’s not only serves to put women in a losing position. Pretending it’s not only serves to make women into a laughing stock. Men will gladly collect medals that belong to women—they’ve been doing that forever. If there was no reason for male and female leagues then there wouldn’t be any. You cannot deny your way into something being true. I also wish it were true that the average woman was evenly matched against the average man, but it’s simply not reality. In the same way that it’s not reality that the average woman is taller than the average man.

I am begging women to think neutrally about this topic instead of being in such deep turmoil over it that they open the door for men to walk all over us.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Black Hole

//gn!reader x Jeongin//

Synopsis: You and I.N get stuck on the side of the road

Genre: angst, eventual fluff

Warnings: none really, there’s swearing (of course)

A/N: MERRY (post) CHRISTMAS!!! I hope you guys had a great holiday! We’re almost in 2024, and I knew I couldn’t go into the near year without writing anything for our Innie 🫶🏾

Listen to: https://youtu.be/4cQtrZM0zrg?si=Yz0FyYgeH5q_axzw

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“I fucking hate you,” He says, for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes. You sigh and roll your eyes again, looking down at your phone to see if there is a chance you magically got any service.

You and I.N. sat in your little red car, groceries in the backseat and tank empty. The guys asked you guys to go to the store to grab snacks for your weekly movie night.

You barely had any gas, but had just enough to make it to the store 10 minutes away and back. At the store, you discovered that the chip flavor Han likes wasn’t in stock.

Being the great friend that you are, you opted to go to the store a little while away to get them. I.N. told you not to since your car was nearly out of gas. When you insisted on going to the store, he asked you to at least get gas first.

You agreed and started on your drive to the gas station that was only 5 minutes away from the store. 13 minutes into your drive to the gas station (that’s the opposite way from the dorms) your car would run out of gas.

The gas station was a 4-minute drive but about a 10-minute walk. You and I.N would have no problem doing the walk if it wasn’t a dark and deserted road you lost gas on.

On the one hand, you guys could jog it and grab the gas, hoping that you won’t get hit by a car or possibly get attacked.

On the other hand, you guys could wait on the side of the road and hope that the boys magically appear to rescue you or a Good Samaritan helps you out.

You would have called for help but you had no signal. At first, I.N. was going to go grab the gas and have you watch the car but you didn’t want to be left alone and didn’t want him to go by himself.

When you suggested that you go get the gas, he said “Absolutely fucking not. You already got us deserted, you think I’m gonna have you get yourself kidnapped too?”

Again, you guys thought about getting the gas together but it’s dark and scary, and you would rather not leave the car.

“Let’s just wait until someone drives by. We can flag them down or something” You say, sighing as you lean back in your seat

“Mhm” I.N hums, “Let's just hope the person that stops isn’t a homicidal maniac”

“I don’t think anyone would try to harm us”

You guys stay quiet for a bit until I.N. suddenly taps your shoulder. You look at him again and he says again; “I fucking hate you”

“I’m aware” You humorlessly chuckle

“You’re always getting us into stupid fucking situations”

You squint your eyes, shooting a glare toward him, “I am not”

“Yeah, you are. You got us stuck in a ditch last week”

You roll your eyes, “We got stuck because you grabbed the wheel dumbass”

“I grabbed the wheel because YOU let go of it”

“For a SPLIT second to rub my eye. You panicked for no good reason”

You and I.N. were prone to arguing. Of course, you guys were friends, and you loved one another, but the bickering between you and him was a sure thing.

The guys always joke you guys would be arguing even at your wedding, which would send I.N. into a blushing mess and cause you to stutter embarrassingly.

The guys knew that you liked I.N, hell, you may even be in love with him. Unbeknownst to you, they knew he was equally smitten over you.

They wanted to let you both realize your feelings all on your own, so they would always have you guys run little errands together so you guys could confess to one another.

However, you two sat in the front seats of your car shamelessly yelling at each other. You both were getting increasingly frustrated as time with on.

I.N. made you so mad that you left the car, making sure to grab your bag and phone. You slammed the door shut and started to walk down the road, deciding to just go get the gas on your own.

You didn’t get too far though, as I.N was quick to leave the car and go after you. He harshly grabbed your arm and spun you around when he caught up.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” He screams.

You try to get out of his grasp but he keeps a firm grip on your arm

“Let me go Jeongin” You spat. His angry expression falters for a second until he gets mad all over again

“Get back in the car. It’s not safe”

You groan dramatically, “I’ll be fine. It’s only 10 minutes. I would rather risk getting kidnapped than argue with you”

You finally break free of his hold and continue your walk until he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder.

You don’t even fight it once he sets you down near the car.

“Get back in the car y/n.” He says calmly

You two seem to have a staring contest until he sees frustrated tears leave your eyes. He gives in, hugging you tightly and immediately apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I’m being a jerk, just get in the car please”

When you don’t move he lets you go, looking into your eyes.

You don’t know why you weren’t moving. Something was keeping your feet planted right where they were. Your heart fluttered when he looked at you, even in the dark his eyes shined so bright.

Your anger had faltered, leaving behind a state of confusion.

No matter how much you guys fought, you always fell back into him. It’s like gravity leads you back to him, you’re trapped, there’s nothing you can do.

As for I.N., he’s drawn to you. He secretly loves you two’s little quarrels. He loves the way you look when you’re passionate about something. But also, he loves it when you’re calm and happy, he loves it when you’re sad, and he loves this moment.

Staring into your eyes, your heartbeat increases as you two get closer.

There is no space left between you when your lips meet. You two wrap around each other and a sense of relief floods your body. Everything feels right.

The kiss is nothing short of steamy, you two not caring even as bright lights are on you, suggesting someone is finally driving down the road.

When you open your eyes and pull away, you look to your left and see a familiar car, and an even more familiar sound of cheers as windows roll down.

“How’d they find us?” You whisper, looking up at an already smiling I.N.

“I’m not sure” He laughs

He grabs your hand as the guys pull up behind you.

“Fucking finally” Chan expresses as he and the rest of the boys pile out of the car

[arminsumi]

Hello angel, I wanted to ask you if you could do n° 7 of the Nsfw with Armin. In my opinion he has many dirty thoughts but he doesn't want to admit it, he's so nasty fr

Anyway have really good day and congratulations for the 500 followers!!! Even if you deserve a lot more 😙😙

MHM MHM agreed!! Min's totally got his mind in the gutter 🤭💕mwaaa ty kind darling hope you enjoy

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ FANTASY MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin x AFAB!gn!reader ♪

⚠️Cws; saucy SMUT hcs 😈

⚠️💦Smut cws; describes sexual fantasies, 🐶position, 🐱eating, masturbation (Armin), slight size kink

░ 🍒When he first met you, he went nuts for the way you said his name. As he listened to you speak, he started wondering in the back of his mind about how attractive your moans must sound.

░ 🍒 If only you could peer into his mind when you're alone together in the library. Catching a glimpse of those fantasies would make you squirm and heat right up. His eyes roam over your chest and thighs, oh especially your thighs – seeing them squish when you sit drives him wild. He tilts his head in thought and imagines them around his head, squeezing him tight while he happily laps up your juices.

░ 🍒Sweet boy can't help but rock his hips against his mattress when he's up at 2 AM, thinking hard about you being underneath him. He rubs his cock against the plush sheets while gently whimpering your name onto his pillow, until he shoots out a creamy load. It's always the image of you rolling your eyes into the back of your head that gets him.

░ 🍒He can't handle hugging you 😳 especially when greeting you at parties/gatherings when you're all dressed up and looking good. Your outfit already drives his senses wild, so feeling your warm body press up against his own ruins his mind. Sometimes he might get a little hard, so he excuses himself for a 'bathroom break'. Of course, he's thinking of peeling your outfit off and fucking you against the sink the whole time.

░ 🍒You often notice him staring at you like he's lost in thought. His pretty blue eyes seem captivated. "Min? You good? You kinda zoned." you smile at him. He's thinking about you smiling around his cock. "I'm okay, just thinking." he tells you. "About what?" you ask curiously. "Nothing, really." he lies.

░ 🍒 When you bend over in front of him to pick something up, he stares and wonders what you'd sound like if he hit it from the back. His mind runs through all the positions that he wishes he could put you in. Would you arch your back for him? Would you beg him to go faster or slower?

░ 🍒 Sometimes he convinces himself that it's your hands wrapped around his cock instead of his own. He bites down on the hem of his t-shirt to stifle his whimpers. Would he be too big for you? Stretching you out and watching your pussy cling to his cock is a thought that always gets him busting quick.

[iguessitsjustme]

Deep Night Ep 3 Thoughts

Like I said, no self control. And things on my street seemed to have quieted down…for now. I am starting to get sleepy so let’s see how rambly I get. Time for Deep Night 3: A Case of the Sleepies:

I cannot believe it took only 3 seconds after typing that for a car playing the strangest music to drive by. Its still here. Stopped by the light. I have questions. Are they summoning an alien? Are they a forgotten deity trying to regain their lost power? What’s going on with that music?

I want Pan and Seiji to kiss SO BAD. 

Why are there no boys in cages actually?

The vocals in this opening are keeping me from skipping it and that is truly impressive. I have been kindly informed me this OST is by Fellow Fellow and now I have a new obsession. 

Hear me out. Deep Night but women hosts. Wearing beautiful gowns. Still all of the clients are women. Do you see it? Do you see my vision?

This show is surprisingly wholesome?? This is not computing in my brain. I don’t know why I was expecting to be so toxic but I am LIVING for these two sweeties. I hope nothing bad happens

AH THE HANDS

Now wait a minute. Who is driving that car?

Awww Pan. 

*drinks sparkling cider from the bottle* I’m feeling completely sane about all of this. I don’t feel an all encompassing need to give Pan a hug. Definitely not. 

Okay I give Seiji a hug too. He gets a hug. They both get a hug. 

In fact, I tuck them both into bed. I get them a cup of cocoa and read them a bed time story. Then I place a gentle kiss on their foreheads and whisper sweet dreams before leaving them a good night’s rest. They sleep while I hit on Khem’s mom.

THAT IS TOO MANY CANDLES. WHAT IS SUPPORTING THOSE CANDLES? WHO LIT THOSE CANDLES? WHO IS GOING TO PUT OUT ALL OF THOSE CANDLES. THAT IS A FIRE HAZARD I AM STRESSED BEYOND BELIEF. 

LIKE LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF CANDLES. I GET IT. YOU’RE ROMANTIC. BLOW THOSE OUT.

Oooohhh telling Wela about his mom already. I love this. Would love it more if they weren’t surrounded by all those damn candles let me tell ya. 

Oh a blindfold. Why hasn’t this happened so much more often in BL?

Ohhhhh drama. Why tf are cops at the club?

Literally obsessed with Seiji’s outfit. Actually I think I have an outfit similar enough. I could reasonably cosplay that man. 

Listen. Listen. That meme. Seiji’s got two hands (I do know how this ends and they are why I am watching to be clear)

These two are impossibly cute. Absolutely entirely impossibly cute. 

The song during this scene with Seiji and Ken pretending to be a BL couple makes me feel like I’m watching a Disney Channel original movie from the early 2000s.

Mr. DJ man with the wisdom. He is speaking from experience. I should learn his name.

I give these subtitles a C+. They’re doing their best but there are some…issues. 

The jealousy I actually don’t mind here. I think they’re playing this out well. I mean, of course Khem’s jealous. And of course Wela is worried about it. 

What is this? COMMUNICATION? In MY BL? I think I might actually sob I love this. 

The music during this make out session has me feeling some type of way. I don’t know if its making me nervous or not.

See. The thing is. I desperately want to watch episode 4. But I am sleepy. And I work tomorrow. And I need to take a shower and wash my hair. So I need to stop. Which is incredibly rude. I need a three day weekend I think cause I cannot go on like this. So I will continue this liveblog another night. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps next weekend. It will happen when it happens.

[walmart-icarus]

May I request an angst request for Marko and/or Paul? no Y/N usage, but I’ve been looking for a decent fic that has only a brotherly (or Poly!) gang and there are hardly any that I can find- Basically, Marko had actually survived the attack from the frog brothers! And the Emerson’s never actually went after the Lost boys because- why not- anyway, this takes place only a couple of days after the attack! Marko had been on edge and refused to go out in order to recover, and Paul thinks it’s a good idea to scare him! He does so and by instinct Marko attacks him, leaving Paul in a bit of a gory stated (mainly his arm and leg-), eventually Marko snaps out of it when Dwayne pulled him off, and if u want you can write more after that because I have no idea-

YES HI IM SO SORRY BABYGIRL THAT THIS IS LATE NOOOOO

anyways here you go

usual warnings except we added a new one! ANGST (exept this was my first time trying so it watered down ffs)

I did however change the reason Paulie got attacked if you dont mind UEEHUEHEUUU

It wasn't exactly something Marko expected when he steals buys a comic book. Nobody expects a stake in them when they want to read Superman. Thankfully, they barely miss his heart.

The Frog brothers took him behind the store where he could die. He figured that if this is the way he was going to go, forgive him if he wasnt really exstatic.

Laying on the floor while listening to the laughter and well ... life on the boardwalk didn't really improve his mood either. It hurt, and he was bleeding. His breaths became ragged and shallow. Of course, if you drive a stake into a vampire's heart, it kills them like 5 seconds later- so what the fuck??? Must've hit right under the heart.

He decides that this generation of kids are royally fucked up.

Dwayne finds him, just an hour before sunrise looking and feeling panicked. He does his best to drag an impaled Marko with him to the bikes and back to the caves

Star managed to patch him up pretty good for someone who has no idea what's going on or what happened. Poor boy had to explain under a mix of adrenalyn, zaza and tequila.

Fast forward to *checks notes* 3 days later

He doesn't think he's spent this much time in a bed when he was living. Vampires are always on edge. Marko somehow got worse.

Among other things, I would not want to be this guy. Can't blame him though.

The boys knew that they shoud keep their distance and check on him once in a while. Of course, like roomies, they took turns. This time it was Paul's.

One thing about ya boy Paulie, is that he can be really silent if he wants to. So Marko didn't really appreciate the "hey-".

In other words, Paul was greeted with a sucker punch and other things i suppose.

The muffled screams from the other room sent David and Dwayne speed running. Paul silently noted to himself that he should thank Dwayne for having muscles (although he could use a shirt)

After Paul got his bandages and his scolding from David, he also got to spend some time on a couch across the bed Marko was resting on.

All apologies accepted of course.

"dude do you sharpen your fangs goddamn"

a/n: this isnt as good as i wanted it to be!! i really wish this came out sonner and i felt guilty leaving you waiting!! writers block is a bitch

[bmodiwrites]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This was a work of love and took me quite a bit of time over the last few weeks. I hope that comes across as you read. Special thanks to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the amazing photos of Eddie & Steve. They are absolutely perfect for this story. I'm also using this as my movie au fill for the @batboysxprompts Valentine's prompts. Word Count: ~29k Warnings: There are brief mentions of child abuse, drug use/distribution and minor character death. Keep that in mind as you read! Summary:

Their fated romance started when Eddie and Steve were in their teens. They learned to love each other hard and fast, with the sort of reckless abandon only the young can prescribe to. It seems like it's absolutely perfect, but Eddie's past becomes a burden that breaks them apart.

19 years later, Wayne Munson dies, bringing Eddie and Steve back together. Is it fate that's drawing them towards the love that never left? After his accident, Eddie's more than willing to chalk his good fortune up to just about anything. Read to find out what happens when a chance occurrence gives Eddie the second chance he's always been looking for. Will their love win out or is the past too much for them to overcome?

Or - an attempt at a story about love that's lost and then found again.

It’d been quite a while since Steve was stood up.

While his dating history wasn’t all that extensive (especially with other boys), Steve had enough experience under his belt to read a person pretty well. He thought Eddie Munson’s quiet, obliviousness made him a sure thing. Steve figured the mere opportunity would bring that smart little man right out of his shell.

Instead, Steve was all by himself an hour and a half after the time Eddie agreed to meet him.

It usually wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to Steve, either. There were plenty of fish in the sea and a lot of them appreciated Steve’s time and effort. He even tried to remind himself of that when sadness trickled into his gut instead of the rightful anger that should’ve been there. A hit against his pride would’ve been easier to swallow than the disappointment that lingered.

Steve, despite not really knowing much about him, really liked Eddie. For the first time, maybe ever, Steve actually wanted to be seated across the table from another person just as eager to get to know him. The feeling was actually mutual.

At least, Steve had thought so.

Unable to sit there by himself any longer, Steve got up from his lonely table in the corner. As he did, the sight of Eddie’s cousin Gareth sitting with his knocked up girlfriend gave Steve one last burst of hope. Changing his trajectory, Steve bucked up some courage and walked with determination in Gareth’s direction.

“Where is he?” Steve asked without any preamble.

Gareth turned around with a knowing look in his eyes, his mouth already forming around the address to Wayne Munson’s place.

Steve was out of patience, so he didn’t linger around to show gratitude or make pleasantries. If all went according to plan, Steve would have lots of time to make amends with Eddie’s cousin. Something deep in Steve’s gut said this wouldn’t be the last time he and Gareth had to scheme to do what was best for Eddie.

Driving to the far side of town soothed some of Steve’s former irritation. He appreciated the ability to let everything go and listen to the music playing over the radio. By the time he pulled up to the auto shop, most of Steve’s resentment had trickled out into the night air.

Of course, it immediately came rushing back when Steve walked into the garage to see Eddie hiding behind the popped hood of a car. His plain white t-shirt was covered in oil and grease, rolled up over his biceps so that Steve had no other choice but to look (and admittedly appreciate the view). The whole scene made Steve see red.

As did Eddie’s opening words.

“I decided not to come.”

Blowing out an impatient breath, Steve stomped a little further into the garage. “Hm, yeah – I got that.”

Eddie had the decency to catch Steve’s eye, but only for a moment. It was hard to lie to someone while looking right at them. “I didn’t know how to get ahold of you.”

Snorting, Steve stopped his forward trek, opting to put both hands on his hips, instead. “Oh, well I was at Hop’s. You could’ve gotten ahold of me there.” His words were petty but Steve couldn’t help it. The hurt welling up inside of him was too much.

When Eddie ignored him, Steve rolled his eyes. Taking a second to breath and actually get a grip on his surroundings, Steve noticed a couple of things at once. A cot, still trussed up from someone sleeping on it, was pushed against the corner wall. What looked like Eddie’s things were scattered around the small camp bed.

“Are you living out here?” Steve thoughtlessly asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Is this some kind of game you’re playing? Huh? With your friends? A little science experiment you’ve got going on? What is it?” Eddie’s pitch was serious, the older boy obviously getting mad.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of Eddie’s suggestion. The only real friend Steve had was Robin and she supported him wholeheartedly. Though, Eddie didn’t know that. “What you’re suggesting is insane. I hope you know,” Steve said, choosing to deflect instead of answering with any truth.

“It’s insane, is it?” Eddie asked, clapping back with a sarcastic tone to his voice. “Maybe you just like strays.”

As the combative words settled over him, Steve’s earlier resolve to be rational and calm about this whole situation snapped. “Or, maybe I just like good guys who haven’t had it all handed to them.” Steve was wrung out and drained after admitting that. Though, Eddie obviously didn’t buy it.

His chuckle stung against Steve’s skin. As did the mumbled “right” that so easily fell from Eddie’s lips. Steve felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes – maybe this really was a lost cause.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Without actually waiting for an answer, Steve turned around to sadly march right back where he came from. The stubbornness within him didn’t let Steve get but a few steps out of the garage before more things to throw in Eddie’s direction popped up in his brain.

Eddie embarrassed him and Steve wasn’t going to let him win that easily.

“You know, I just wanted a date. I wanted to go somewhere and maybe have some food or some ice cream.” Steve paused for a second, taking what he could see of Eddie in. His beautiful brown doe eyes were peaking up from behind the hood, half of his face still dark and covered. “Come on, you ask me questions and I ask you questions. And if we just so happen to like the answers, Eddie, then maybe we go on another one. And if we don’t, then we won’t.”

His outburst was cathartic, though of no use. Eddie didn’t budge or fight back or say anything at all.

“Forget it. I’m exhausted. Sorry for wasting your time, Munson.” Steve ran both hands through his perfectly styled hair to cover up the sob that wanted to escape. He tugged at the strands, forcing pesky tears from the corner of his eyes. The physical pain helped to dull the one developing in his heart. “I’m done.”

Letting out a long breath, Steve turned to once again make the trip to his car. This time, he almost made it all the way in before the urge to go back and fight some more won. Steve was spinning himself up at the same time Eddie came running from the garage.

Their joint effort to keep going back and forth with each other would’ve been sort of cute if it didn’t come with the sight of a black and blue bruise taking up the left side of Eddie’s face. The older boy standing him up suddenly made a whole lot more sense now.

As if reading his mind, Eddie pointed up at his black eye. “This is why I didn’t want to go out in public.” There was shame in his voice, though Steve had no idea why. Eddie certainly didn’t give himself such a nasty bruise.

Read the rest on AO3

[sailing-through-hawkins]

tagged by @xenon-demon @rogueddie and @a-little-unsteddie (≧∇≦)ﾉ

this took me SO LONG to compile because not only did i change my username to be like three times longer but i also added a challenge for myself to use songs i associate with steve (and tumblr deleted my drafts. three times.)

i've also added why i associate them with steve because some of these options may seem odd and also because i love going off about my steve thoughts (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

edit: FORGOT TO ADD THE RULES -

put a song for each letter in your url! either in a reblog or new post!

S: Solar Powered by Fulton Lee, Jacob Sigman

(i imagine a very light-hearted rollerskating session with Steve and Max during summer time, both pulling fancy moves while the rest of the UD gang cheer them on)

A: A Little Bit Happy by TALK

(this gives me Steve talking about how Robin sees him, major self-esteem issues, etc etc)

I: I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS

(this is the one KISS song i put on loop, and like to me, steve feeling like he was made to love just hits different)

L: Lovely (cover) by Lauren Babic

(i ADORE this artist and this particular cover makes me think about separated stobin in the russian bunker, major angst, 5k with a happy ending -)

I: I'm on Fire by Bruce Springsteen

(i started listening to springsteen after reading this fic that i highly recommend, and this song just got me, it felt so appropriate for steve)

N: Not Alright by Pink Sweat$

(very big steve coping all alone after he deals with the latest UD incident vibe)

G: Golden Hour by JVKE

(i will always promote sun-and-gold-coded steve, always)

T: The One That Got Away by Katy Perry

(okay this one's a little tricky, but after i started this blog i listened to this song and was struck by a steve-centric animatic concept that would take way too long to explain but the Story is There)

H: Her Song by Kaylee Federmann

(same situation as above but this animatic would be a college au ft. Steve's serial dating)

R: Rot by DBMK

(SUCH A STEVE SONG IF YOU LIKE STEVE BEING GUILTY/INSECURE OVER HIS OLD REPUTATION THIS IS THE THEME YOU NEED)

O: On and On by Djo

(i'll be honest this one is purely because it's by Djo but it's a good vibe!!)

U: Untouched by The Veronicas

(OKAY THIS ONE this one gets me it gives me pining and touch-starved friends-with-benefits steddie, the chorus goes so hard for me)

G: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

(it's by queen, it's called lover boy, need i say much more?)

H: Holding Out for a Hero by Adam Lambert

(i was struggling and went through charlie's wonderful playlist and was like oh OF COURSE how did i miss that?? but i went for this version because it really does remind me of steve back in the junkyard)

H: Here's to Being Single by Lost Stars

(ooooh this one!!! it makes me think of stobin lamenting over not being able to get their romantic relationships just right together)

A: Ashes (cover) by Lauren Babic

(again UGH this artist sings so beautifully and this cover really makes me think of the desolation spreading after season 4 and the whole UD gang doing their best to push it back)

W: When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going by Billy Ocean

(i imagine steve thinking about leaving hawkins often and listening to this song while he drops Dustin off just so he can daydream about it)

K: Kids In America by Kim Wilde

(more of a general UD gang vibe, like the camera cuts to each of them prepping for battle and then fighting against every UD creature that comes their way together)

I: (I Just) Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew

(once again provided by charlie's playlist after i was struggling to find a good match, like hello self-sacrificial steve anyone)

N: Night Vision by Drives the Common Man

(i loooove the chorus in this, and it also makes me think of monster!steve which we know is what i'm all about)

S: Stranger Things by Survival Kit, IAMCOUCHSURF

(yeah this one was purely for the title, also more monster vibes ( •̀ ω •́ )✧)

i'm too tired to tag anyone so if you see this and wanna try it out yourself, consider this me tagging you!!

[fairyslut98]

Writing out my issues

TW: STALKER and implied SA

Micheal slowed creeping down the road, he turned the lights out, he approached his parking spot and cut the engine. The kitchen light was still on and he could see her moving about. God she’s perfect. He walked up to the front door thinking of what to say to her, it had been years since he held her, he wanted nothing more than to have her again, yet he hesitated to knock, what if she didn't answer? What if she sent him away? He snapped back as he heard barking and movement in the house, he ran down the stairs and around the side watching the door while safely hiding a bush near the door, Shit! The front door opened and a man stepped out scanning the front yard, Micheal held his breath hoping he would go back in but of course as usual he didn't, he never does.  Micheal slowly crept back around the house hoping to get away before the man heard or worse, saw him. 

The man steps down the stairs, gun ready, “I know its you” he turned the corner, “this gun isn't the worst thing if you don't stop”, as he said that he catches a glimpse of michael running but it's too late and he is to far. The man returns inside and locks the doors. “Was it him?” Marie asks him, he walks past her and returns the pistol to its place, “James? Was that him again?” she repeats, her voice trembling a bit, “yeah, I saw him, for sure, but he was already too far.” He hated seeing her so scared but tonight something was different, she was scared but almost angry, it wasn't often that she got angry but when she did, there was hell to pay, “Baby its ok,” he said calmly reaching out to hold her. “It ends tonight” she turned and gathered her ‘special’ things and locked herself into their bathroom. “Baby girl, what are you doing?” he asked, starting to worry, she never got angry, upset? Sure, sad? Alot. but angry? Almost never, but when she did, things happened, he knew when they met she had ‘interesting’ beliefs but it never bothered him. “Ill be in our room if you need me ok?” he said through the door, “Ill be ok” she responded calmly “i promise”.

“STUPID MOTHERFUCKER” micheal screamed once he safely reached his truck and was back on the road home, “He acts as if he owns her! I was here first, I had her first” he continued to scream for a few more minutes till his throat became a bit dry and scratchy. He fiddled with the radio till he found something to calm him down, it was one of her favorite stations from 9th grade, a country station. He wasn't really listening to the music, it just helped calm him down and to feel closer to her. As he was driving down the long backwoods road suddenly a deer ran out, he hit the brake as fast as possible but it was too sudden and the deer just stood there staring the truck down as it hurled towards it. Micheal braced for the impact but it never happened, he drove right through the deer, what the fuck?! He looked back once he stopped the truck only to see nothing there. He took a deep breath and turned forward again and looked up “HOLY SHIT” he screamed. The deer was standing on two legs staring him in the eye “how the fuck?” 

“Be Afraid Micheal, be very, very afraid.”  The deer’s voice almost shook the truck, as it spoke “You have angered God, worse yet” the deer began to grow and flames erupted from its hooves, eyes glazed over in whit hot fire, “Marie” Micheal as fast as he could while shaking got out of the truck and began to run down the road trying to get away this can't be real, wtf did i take? This is just a bad…”Trip? Oh you naive stupid pathetic boy” It hissed as it appeared in front of him “How?” “shut up micheal, you have had chance after chance” it stepped forward and closer causing him to step back, “to leave. Her. alone.” It snapped. Suddenly micheal couldn't move, he felt heavy, to heavy, he panicked, realizing he was falling down and had lost control of his body. “What micheal? Does it scare you? Does not being able to move scare you?” It climbed on top of him leaning in close to his face, “you are going to feel everything” His eyes grew wide “every cut, every hit, every single time you” it trailed off smiling as micheals face grew with horror, releasing what he ment, “ 7 years is a lot of time isn't it? Oh now come on, don't cry, what was it you always told her?” It got inches from his face, “Be good and take it” as he said that micheal began to scream, his body felt like fire was in his veins, every inch of him expanding and breaking, “no one will hear you, you will die hear alone, with nothing but the buzzards to keep you company, oh and by the way” the deer morphed into a being on fire with to many eyes to count. I thought angles…? “Don't pray for a fast death”. With that the angle disappeared and left micheal writhing in pain, alone miles from the closest person on a dead road. Buzzards with hollowed eyes gathered and began to circle oh god please, no Micheal screamed in his mind, “she may have sent the angle” a buzzard spoke closing in on micheal, “but he sent us”. 

[hellfirecvnt]

Eddie smut please!

I’m thinking a fic based on the song sex from the 1975. Eddie and the reader are best friends and used to hang out every day until she got a boyfriend which Eddie is SUPER jealous of.

💕

Took me a second to get to this one, but I wanted it to be REALLY GOOD bc I love The 1975 and I love Eddie and I love you for being so supportive. 🥺❤ Also let me just tell you, I had SO much written and my phone died so I lost ALL OF IT. But we're back. We're trying again. Fuck.

I decided I love this prompt and I'm gonna make a series of this one specifically lmao. Once again, sorry it took so long. I almost gave up writing entirely after I lost my progress. 😂

She's Got a Boyfriend, Anyway.

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut at the end (+18, minors DNI), cheating, a lil bit of angst- I think, more?

It was the same routine everyday ever since you two met six years ago. You and Eddie spend every day, after school and weekends together. Aside from Hellfire, you're each other's only friend.

"Do you know Billy? Hargrove, I think?" You innocently ask, not thinking much of it.

"Hargrove? Yeah, guys a fucking dick." Eddie quips.

"I dunno, he seemed pretty sweet to me." You twirl your hair around your finger, watching the trees zoom past you as Eddie drives you both to his house.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't tell me you're falling for that fake pretty-boy bullshit again." He laughs, referencing the fact that you dated Steve and got your heart broken within 5 months.

"Of course I'm not. I'm just, curious. He seems really nice, to me." A smile can't be helped from finding itself on your face.

"I'm nice to you. Why don't we just fuck in the back of the van right now?" Eddie furrows his brow dramatically, faking confusion for his perverted jokes.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm serious. I need your help picking out an outfit. He asked me out today." The last part of your sentence causes Eddie's smile to fall a bit. He may have hidden it behind an immature joke, but he was being serious too.

"Why would I know what Hargrove wants you to wear? What's wrong with the way you dress?" He questions.

"I don't know, man. I just want to look a little different. I don't want to look like-"

"A freak?" Eddie raises an eyebrow in an I see how it is fashion.

"No, I just want to look clean-cut. A little bit less like all I do is smoke weed and listen to music."

"But that is all you do." Eddie teases as he pulls into his driveway. "And if you want my fashion advice, my first suggestion is to stop stealing my shirts." He points to the worn band shirt draped over you. You roll your eyes and follow him to the front door of his trailer. Eddie's uncle is laying on the couch, looking a little pale.

"Wayne? Take the night off?" Eddie checks in. Wayne explains he's feeling sick so he took today off to recover.

"Hey, let's just hotbox the van. That way it doesn't get all smokey in here while Wayne's not feeling well." Your suggestion earns a thumbs up from Wayne. You've always been considerate like that, something he and Eddie both appreciate about you.

In the van, you climb past the seats, settling into the pile of blankets and various snack wrappers from when you and Eddie camp outside of concert venues for those barricade spots. Eddie follows close behind, eyes fixed on you as you get comfortable, kicking off your high tops and grabbing a magazine to flip through.

"You think Cyndi Lauper is like... Freaky? Like in bed?" You ask, still looking down at the bright red-haired woman's avant-garde makeup.

"She definitely either likes to be slapped around or likes to slap you around." A large, ring-clad hand takes the joint from his mouth and passes it to you. His jewelry catches the dim light of the back of the van.

While you hit the joint, Eddie flips through his many cassettes. He finally settles on Metallica's Kill Em All album, popping it into his radio. He relaxes into the moment, staring at you as he did every day for six years. He's slowly starting to figure out why it's his favorite past time, but for now he's just happy to be your friend.

"Do you think I should take my nose ring out for my date with Billy?" Your question shakes him from his daze and the mention of Billy's name causes his jaw to clench.

"Why would you do that?" Eddie's upper lip twitches in disgust. "He asked you out looking like this, why would you want to look different now?"

"I don't know, dude. I'm really fucking nervous." You cover your face with one hand, dragging it down. You're lying on your stomach, flipping through the magazine while your thoughts race. "He's coming to get me at 6 PM tomorrow." Eddie passes you the joint in a manner that says "shut up."

"Listen, can we change the subject? You're gonna make me sick." His voice comes out a little meaner than he intended, but he's too awkward to know how to fix it. Your eyes widen and you attempt to soften the tension.

"You're right," you laugh. "I tend to ramble a lot." Your face is flushed slightly with the tiniest hint of embarrassment because you didn't mean to get carried away. Noticing your shift, he wants to punch himself in the face.

"Uh, here! Let's smoke two joints and see who smokes theirs faster." Eddie shoves a joint between your fingers.

"You're on, Munson." You wait for him to finish rolling a second joint and you both lean into one lighter so you start smoking at exactly the same time. There were other lighters, y'all just aren't that smart.

As each of you pulls on your joints to get the cherry started, Eddie looks up from the flame, directly into your eyes. It takes a second for you to notice, but you look up, meeting his gaze. He doesn't move or blink, so you give a small smile around your joint. You lower the lighter after a second, having sufficiently lit the joints.

The contrast of the lighter going out shakes Eddie from his trance. The rest of the hang-out was casual and nothing short of your usual day together. Talking about sex, drugs, music, and occasionally DnD. Hours pass before you finally check your watch.

"Holy shit, Eddie. It's 10 o'clock!" You jump up from the soft blankets in the van. "I gotta go, I have to go to sleep soon or I'm gonna look dead tomorrow."

"Hop up front. I'll take you home." Eddie offers as if it's not your only way of getting home. The second you get in your door, you drag Eddie to your room.

"Please help me pick out an outfit, Eddie. It'll be so fast." You tug on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He rolls his eyes and hesitantly agrees. You scramble through your closet looking for something with the least amount of rips and tears. "What about this?" You hold up a dress you've never worn because it's periwinkle and you're not with it.

"A dress? Y/N, seriously?" Again, meaner than he intended. You once again did that thing you do when you're embarrassed and just try to smile the blush away, agreeing with whatever is being said to you.

"You're right, you're right. Um-" It was apparent in your voice that you were getting angry.

"Hey, Y/N-" Eddie attempt to meet your downcast eyes.

"Eddie, you can leave because I can tell you don't want to do this. I know you don't care about the date, and I know you hate Billy, so it was kind of shitty of me to ask you to help me. You're just," you stop to toss your hands up, defeated and dramatic. "My only friend and I like having your opinion on things."

Eddie could explode right now. He could punch himself directly between his own two eyes. No one has ever bitten their tongue as hard as he wished he'd bitten his just seconds ago. He stares at you apologetically, lips pressed tightly together in a speechless, straight line.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Let me help you, I was being a dick." Eddie start rummaging through your clothes.

"It's fine, man. I'm just nervous, I'm sorry." You look at the floor, defeated after your little outburst.

"Shut up, try this on." Eddie tosses you a random top. This is how all of your apologies went, ever since you met. They're almost instant. You've never had a "fight" last longer than a few hours.

You try the top on and it's perfect. Flattering in all the best ways, making you feel hot and comfortable. You pair it with a go-to pair of flared jeans and call it a night. Eddie waves and flashes a toothy grin as he exits out your window. He doesn't even actually need to use the window, he just likes to.

Back at his trailer, Eddie tosses and turns with anger. He didn't care that you had a date, he didn't care that it was with Hawkins's number one womanizer, he knew you could take care of yourself. He was mad because it wasn't him taking you on that date.

The next day Eddie wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all. His dreams were consumed with pictures of you, naked on his bed, reading your magazines and getting high. Just the memory of the dream is enough for him to wake up hard.

He shoves those thoughts to the back of his mind and checks the clock. Noon. Not bad for a weekend. Eddie throws the blankets back over his head and falls back asleep, silently hoping for more dreams of you.

Your date with Billy is in just a few hours, so you're getting ready in advance just in case. In case of what, you ask? You don't know. You're just really nervous. Billy picks you up and the two of you head off to the movies.

By the end of your date, you're officially Billy Hargrove's girlfriend. The way he asked was so perfect and romantic, you don't even know where to start. Your first instinct is to call your best friend and tell him everything, but then you remember how annoyed it made him before. So you hang up the phone before dialing and head to your bedroom.

Eddie wakes up, again, and checks the clock. 10 PM.

"Oh, shit." Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room. "Wayne, did Y/N call?"

"Nah, no calls. You sleep all Saturday?" Wayne's voice carries worry.

"Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it. I'll see you later." Eddie calls as he heads out to his van. A short trip later, he arrives at your house. This time using the window because he has to. He taps on it a little before just opening it as wide as possible.

"HOLY SHIT!" You yell having woken up to a dark, broad shouldered figure climbing through your window.

"You should really lock your windows, Y/N. I could've had ulterior motives." Eddie winks in the moonlight leaking through the window.

"Fuck, dude. What are you doing here? It's like 11 o'clock." You rub your eyes.

"It's 10:15 and I just wanted to see how the date went, damn." Eddie drops onto your bed. "So how'd it go?" Eddie smiles over your sleepy face.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." You gush, blushing and fluttering your tired eyes. "We're seeing each other again tomorrow!"

"That's awesome, wow." Eddie works hard to sound excited for you, but he feels sick to his stomach. Seeing you this happy is enough for him to keep his comments to himself, though. For now.

Eddie turns to look at you, but you've already fallen back asleep. He watches you for a moment, regretting his choice to come here because this news is going to eat him alive when he tries to sleep tonight. Not to mention him already sleeping all day today.

The next day, you don't see each other. The day after that, the same. Billy steals you away every chance he gets. He knows you and Eddie are best friends, and he's hoping to help you realize there are more people to hang around than the local freak.

Two whole weeks pass and the only time Eddie sees you is at Hellfire. It's Friday again and you've arrived at Hellfire before anyone else, except Eddie, of course.

"Hey, man. I'm really excited for this finale!" You beam at him, causing his heart rate to rise.

"I'm glad you've still been able to make it considering you're always so busy." Eddie teases.

"I know, I'm sorry. We should hang out tonight!" Your suggestion catches Eddie off guard. "I'll tell Billy I'm riding home with you."

"Sounds great," Eddie smirks, basking in the idea of you telling Billy you can't hang because you're going to Eddie's. Hellfire club dismisses and you follow Eddie out to his van. Outside the doors, Billy is waiting, leaning against his Camaro.

"Hey, babe," Billy's smooth voice wraps around you like a rope, drawing you into him. "You ready to go?"

"Actually, I'm hanging out with Eddie tonight." You point to Eddie next to his van. "I haven't seen him in a few weeks, so I-"

"But you see him at Hellfire, don't you?" Billy, visibly bothered, folds his arms across his chest.

"Well, yeah. But that's like- it's not like hanging out. We're killing things and he's playing God." You struggle to explain.

"So you're just gonna go over to some guy's house, at night, instead of seeing your boyfriend?" Billy was starting to raise his voice ever so slightly.

"Whoa, man. I've known him for six years." You shake your head in shock.

"Whatever, if you're acting single tonight, I can do the same." And with that, he slides into his car and drives off. He makes sure to squeal the tires as he creates more distance between you. You scoff before shaking your head and walking over to Eddie.

"The fuuuuck was that?" Eddie tries to hide a giggle, giddy knowing he makes Billy so jealous.

"I don't know, dude. But it was kind of hard to watch." You laugh, causing Eddie's laugh to finally escape. The two of you crack up over Billy's little performance before heading back to Eddie's.

"He's literally never done that before. It was so weird. And he's fully aware that we see each other every day, he's never once made it a thing." You pass the joint to Eddie. With your legs extended across his mattress, you propped yourself up on his pillows. Fully occupying the bed.

"That's so fucking weird, man. I've heard he's a little insane." Eddie sits at the end of his bed, practicing chords on his acoustic guitar.

"I don't think he's insane. I just don't understand why he reacted that way." Your eyes remain glued to the page even after you feel Eddie's gaze on you. "What?" You finally look up at him.

"Just... Kinda sounds like you're defending him for no reason. You know, like you did before." He raises his eyebrows.

"Eddie, I-" you start, but you're cut off by car doors outside. You both rush to the blinds to peek, being nosy busybodies, but not giving a shit. That's when you notice Billy's car in the driveway of another trailer that he definitely doesn't live in.

"That's uh... That's Natalia's house." Eddie speaks nervously, knowing Natalia is well known at your school for... Let's just say, stealing boyfriends. As Billy approaches the door, he turns as if he knows you see him and winks at you with a big, gorgeous, evil grin. He disappears behind the door without a word.

"Well, damn." You stare in shock. "Good thing it's only been a few weeks, but damn."

"That was... A lot. You okay?" Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not too worried about it." You shrug. Eddie scans your features for any kind of emotion, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Okay..." Eddie draws the word out. "Well, you uh... You acting single tonight?" He side-eyes you.

"Munson," you place a playful hand on your chest as if you're offended. "Feeling bold?" You raise an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question, but you can't deny the excitement it ignited in your stomach.

"Just seems a little unfair, that's all." He shrugs, carefully making his way closer to you.

"I guess so." You bite your lip. Your eyes are locked on your shoes until you feel two large hands gripping your shoulders. You look up to see Eddie gazing down at you with half-lidded, dark brown eyes.

"Let me," Eddie takes a deep breath. "Let me make you feel single." He chuckles into your ear.

"H-How do you plan on going that, Eddie?" You stutter through quickening breaths. Eddie is so close to you, you can barely keep him in focus.

"By fucking your pretty little brains out." His voice comes out in a low growl, sending chills down your spine to the heat building between your legs.

"Slow down, honey." You quip, backing him up and shoving him onto the couch. He stares up at you expectantly, an awe-struck look plastered across his face as he awaits your next move. You keep eye contact with him as you pull your hair back into a messy bun, kneeling between Eddie's legs.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie's voice is nothing less than a desperate huff of breath while he watches your hands slide up his inner thighs to his belt. You focus intently on the handcuff-shaped buckle, unfastening his pants and pulling back his boxers.

Your eyes widen as his erection springs past the elastic of his underwear. Losing all self-control, you grab his length and take him as far as possible down your throat.

"Holy shit," he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Just like that." He throws his head back, moaning into the emptiness of the trailer. You quicken your pace, earning louder moans and involuntary hip bucking.

Eddie pulls your mouth off his cock, tossing you onto the couch, effectively trading your places. He begins eagerly grabbing at your shirt and the button on your pants, but you stop him. You place your hands on his and hold them still, contemplating.

"I mean, we don't have to do this. I don't want to keep you from doing what you were doing, but if we're doing anything, we might as well just fuck." Eddie's words fill you with the most confusing feelings, but most of all, lust. He's right, Billy's at Natalia's most definitely cheating on you, you'll probably be done with him after this anyways. Might as well fuck your best friend.

You wrap your fingers around the collar of his jean vest and pull his lips into yours. He instantly kisses back, nipping lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Each gentle bite is closely followed by sweet, breathy moans from your chest. Eddie melts more and more with each high-pitched sound.

Eddie continues undressing you, audibly aroused more and more as you become exposed completely. He bites his fist watching you slide your delicate hand down to play with yourself for him.

"Somebody's needy," he chuckles, watching you intently. You circle your middle finger around your clit a few times before plunging your finger deep inside you. You and Eddie moan at nearly the same time.

"Don't make me wait all night, Eddie." Your low, sultry voice forces his hand onto his cock. He strokes himself, eyeballing the way your hands move to pleasure yourself.

"I think you'll be okay, sweetheart. Keep going." He towers over you, his rough voice cascading down to you like boulders down a hill. You do as he says, continuing to touch yourself while he does the same. You start fingering yourself faster, gasping lightly as your orgasm approaches.

Suddenly, your arm is yanked away.

"No!" You cry, replacing the hand with your other one only for it to be yanked away too. He pins both of your wrists above your head, positioning himself at your entrance. Your orgasm is quickly dissipating with nothing to rub against your aching clit.

"Just... Wait... A little... More..." Eddie hovers over you, one hand holding your wrists, the other sliding the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds. You writhe and squirm, desperate for contact, begging him to fuck you already. "Okay," he smiles deviously before slamming into you, hard.

"Eddie!" You moan as he glides in and out of you, low growls rumbling from his lips. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face, brushing against the tip of your nose with each impaling thrust.

"You're so God damn tight, Y/N." His words are broken up by small grunts as he fucks you. "It's fucking unbelievable" You can't help but smile at his praise, happily taking all of him despite the dull pain of being stretched out so abruptly.

"I never thought I'd be hearing you say that to me, Eddie. Gotta be frank." You joke, still getting dicked into oblivion.

"I did," he winks, picking up his pace. Your moans get louder and louder, the pit in your stomach doubling by the second. Sweat clings to the curls around his face, securely gluing them to his jawline. Still fucking you, he rises up straight and sheds his jacket/vest before nearly tearing the shirt off his body.

He returns to his position over you, never breaking his stride. Sweat glistens down his body as his back curves and arches as he slams into you. Your breath begins to hitch in your chest from your orgasm building up.

"Eddie, I-I'm gonna-" he cuts you off with a hard kiss. He throws your legs over his shoulders, hungrily grabbing at your thighs as he fucks you over the edge. You arch your back as the waves of pleasure shoot through your core. You drench Eddie's pelvis in the evidence of your arousal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

Instead, he flips you onto your stomach. He grips the hair on the back of your head and pulls roughly to get you to assume an all-fours position. You follow his silent directions and he slips himself back in your fucked out hole.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighs as he slides into you. "So fucking good." He mewls out above you, fucking harder and deeper into your pussy with each thrust. You try to protest, tell him it's too much, but he buries your face in the cushion and continues chasing his high.

"Eddieeee!" You scream, suddenly cumming yet again.

"Shut up, just a little more." He huffs angrily, stone focused on the way your back flexes as you fight to hold yourself up. You're a weak, fucked out mess by now, still taking his hard cock. High-pitched whines and cries leak past your lips as he continues, very suddenly picking up his speed at the last second.

"Oh my God, Eddie please!" You cry into the cushion. He thrusts a few times more before pulling out and finishing all over your round ass. Your legs finally collapse and you're laying face down, hair a mess, covered in sweat and cum that isn't your boyfriend's.

"Holy shit," Eddie fights to catch his breath.

"Have fun?" That's all you can say through your dicked down haze.

"Yeah," he sighs. "A lot better than I ever imagined it." He chuckles.

"How many times have you imagined it?" You raise, quizzically.

"Lots and lots of times, Y/N." He shines his famous downturned smile and winks. You feel the blood rise quickly in your cheeks.

[dawnagustd]

danger || jhs

Part of the Jack N’ Jill Series: Encore | Danger! | Party Time

⇢ Drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

⇢ title: danger! ⇢ pairing: hoseok x female reader ⇢ genre: smut | friends with benefits | bad boy!hoseok | brat!reader | crime au | set in the early 2000s | lead rapper!hoseok | drummer!reader ⇢ summary: After a show, you and Hoseok go for a joy ride…in a stolen car? ⇢ rating: R/18+ ⇢ word count: 1.8k ⇢ warnings: arson(this is a theme here) | strong language | criminal activity | mentions reckless driving | grand theft auto | corruption | evading arrest |  that damn camera makes an appearance | violence | guns and weapons | arrests | hand jobs | accidental voyeurism | pet names | exhibitionism at its finest | public sex | spitting/spit play I guess | dom!hoseok but the brat just won’t listen | cum play but not the kinky kind (something awful happens but this is fiction). As mentioned this is fiction and is probably not at all possible, do not try any of this at home. ⇢ a/n: Hi! So, this was obviously inspired by the Arson concept photos. It is edited a little bit lol. This part is before they became zombies? So if you haven’t read Party Time, you can read this first. Or not? All parts can be read a stand alones. ⇢ playlist: danger(been so long) by mystikal ft nivea | never scared by bone crusher | just the damn teaser for Arson honestly lol

“That was fucking insane!”

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as your shaky legs climb out of some stranger’s totaled Lexus. Everything was going fine until you hit that curb and lost control. The car went flying right into the steps of City Hall. Yet, you were still giggling over the fact that you let Hoseok talk you into stealing the vehicle anyway.

It didn’t take much persuading, but you’d like to think you wouldn’t have done it had he not been in your ear telling you how hot you’d look behind the wheel. And of course, he was in the passenger seat, capturing every moment on his camera. He doesn’t go anywhere without that thing; you’ve grown used to seeing it as much as you see him.

As you look around and inspect the scene, Hoseok comes up behind you, whistling as he takes in the sight as well.

“Well, this is bad,” he points out.

You look over your shoulder for answers, and all he does is smirk.

“So, what are we going to do? We can’t bring it back like this, can we?”

A bit of worry runs through your mind but not enough to put you on edge. Luckily, Hoseok has a solution for everything. 

“Baby, this car wouldn’t make it down the street. Surely, not across town,” he sighs. “But… I think I know how we can cover our asses.”

“Really?” You perk up after hearing that kind of news. You probably can get away with a little mischief, but a criminal record would get you kicked right out of college and your parents would not be happy.

Hoseok throws his arm over your shoulder and winks. 

“Yup. Watch this…”

“Come on, one more. Please?”

You snap off guard pictures of Hoseok peering into the busted window, trying to get his attention. 

“No,” he replies and continues to clean up the scene.

His idea of “taking care” of it meant causing an explosion that woke the entire downtown area. 

Hoseok circles the burning car swiftly, scanning the area for any evidence that may have been left behind. “Not this time, babe. We really gotta go.”

Stomping your feet, you beg him to take another picture.

“But you look hot,” you pout and he gives you a look. The look.

“I do?” he asks.

“Yeah, you do.” Your finger twirls your hair while you stare at him, biting your lip absentmindedly.

He smirks, and then turns to look at the rising flames. You realize instantly that he’s posing and you start snapping more pictures of him from different angles.

“White looks good on you,” you mention. 

Hoseok walks toward you with a small smile and wraps his arm around your waist. “It looks good on you too, babe.”

“But I’m not wearing white,” you say to him while looking down at yourself.

“You will be when I’m done with—“

“Put your fucking hands up!”

Out of nowhere a cop pulls up and flashes his lights. The two of you separate immediately and raise your hands so he can see them. It’s too late to run because his gun is already drawn.

You’re fucked. So fucked, but still you can only think about how good Hoseok looks when he’s pissed off. However, the officer’s voice pulls you away from your ogling and brings you back to reality.

“I can’t wait to tell your father who I caught you parading around town with. He’s going to lose his shit,” the officer laughs.

Those are the last words you hear before you’re handcuffed and thrown in the back of his police car, Hoseok right by your side.

You twist and groan in the cramped space, annoying Hoseok more and more the longer you sit there. His head rests against the glass. He appears to be calm but he’s been bouncing his left leg and sighing heavily for the past few minutes.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore.

“Can you stop it?”

“No,” you whine. “These are too tight.” 

Hoseok throws his head back and kicks the divider. “Hey, dude. She says her cuffs are too tight, would it kill you to—”

“Shut up, Jung. We’re almost at the station,” the officer informs.

But you aren’t. 

You haven’t even left the crime scene. The guy’s too busy taking pictures of himself with Hoseok’s camera, so he can show your parents. He can’t wait to go around bragging about how he bagged two arrests at the same time; more importantly, someone that no one would ever expect.

“Dumb ass,” Hoseok mutters, and you start giggling.

Unbeknownst to both men, your cuffs aren’t bothering you at all. You only needed the car to be noisy so that no one could hear the click of your handcuffs snapping open. You’ve freed yourself using nothing but a hairpin that was tucked in your back pocket. You look over at Hoseok, who’s still clueless, and call his name.

“What now?” he answers rudely. “He said no, there’s nothing I can do.”

You ignore his bickering and proceed with the question you wanted to ask him anyway.

“You wanna see a magic trick?”

He looks at you with sharp eyes. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. We’re already fucked, and you of all people should be worried.”

“Fine,” you huff, folding your arms in front of you. The police officer is busy on his phone, asking his wife about dinner and not even paying attention to what’s happening behind him.

Hoseok sighs, annoyed by your behavior. He turns away from you, however, he quickly does a double take when he realizes you aren’t restrained.

He almost chokes on his saliva. “How–What the fuck?”

You place your finger on your lip and nod towards the cop in the front seat. Hoseok settles down and that’s when you secretly slide him the hairpin so he can free himself as well.

“Just do it for me,” he whispers sharply, but you shake your head.

“I’m busy.” 

Hoseok's mouth falls open, confused and wondering about what it is you’re doing.

“You better hurry up because once I’m done I’m out of here,” you tell him.

“So, you’ll just leave me?”

You reach inside of his white jumpsuit, feeling around until you’re able to slip your hand under his boxers. His face starts turning red but his state of shock won’t allow him to utter a word.

“I will if you don’t pull yourself together,” you promise.

“Fuck. Okay, fine,” he breathes once you gently pull out his cock.

You remove your hand for only a second to run your tongue up your palm, using your spit for some lubrication. When it returns to his shaft, he sighs and throws back his head.

The cop is still oblivious, so you face forward and place your right hand behind you. It’s still in the handcuff; you don’t want the sound to draw any attention to you just yet.

Hoseok begins to moan, but you remind him that he has to be quiet.

“You gotta slow down. I’m close and I’m still not out of these things,” he argues.

“That’s not my problem. We don’t have a lot of time. When that asshole finishes his phone call, we’re going straight to jail,” you say as quietly as possible.

Hoseok squirms and bucks into your hand once your fist starts to pump him vigorously. He tries to focus on his task and not to make any noise but he’s failing at both. You shush him repeatedly, however, he just can’t control himself.

“I almost got it, but…”

“But what, Hoseok?”

He chuckles softly. “I need your mouth. I’m gonna come.”

You smirk.

“Not tonight, baby boy.”

Hoseok isn’t happy with your defiance, of course, and scolds you even while he’s on the verge of tears, his orgasm threatening to wash over him at any moment. It’s a sin how good he looks. Sweaty hair, face flushed, and lips tucked between his teeth. You can hear his nails clawing at the seat as you administer the accurate amount of pressure to his pulsing cock. 

The skin feels soft and velvety in your palm and you’d love to lean down and have a taste of him. Unfortunately, tonight calls for a different method of disposal. 

“Fuck!”

Hoseok curses when his load shoots out into your palm. His body tenses as the pleasure takes him over, but thankfully you hear the lock click just as the officer looks behind him and catches you in the act.

“You heathens!” the man growls, hopping out of the front seat. “Nothing better be inside my car or I swear!”

“When the door opens, grab your camera and run, babe,” you tell Hoseok. 

He doesn’t respond but you figure he’s too caught up in lust to say anything. Hopefully, he has enough energy to bail because you for sure are going to get the fuck out of here.

The officer opens the door and you greet him with some well-deserved formalities. “Hi, bitch.”

“You little whor—”

Before he can finish his sentence, you slap a handful of Hoseok’s seed in his face and he turns away quickly. He wails and tries to wipe the substance off but it’s too much to get rid of with just his bare hands.

You take the opportunity to climb out, making sure Hoseok’s right behind you. While he’s retrieving his camera, you kick the embarrassed police officer in the balls for good measure and he crumbles to the ground to your satisfaction.

“Leave the pictures he took, Hoseok.”

“Why?” he asks, confused.

“Trust me,” you assure, thinking about all of the pictures the cop took of himself smiling with you giving a hand job in the backseat of his car. The idiot didn’t even think to look at the photos once they were spat out, but that’s what he gets for being a dumbass.

After Hoseok has covered your tracks, aside from the “scandalous” pictures with Mr. Officer, you both run off into the night still wearing your cuffs on one wrist but cackling like nothing could bring you down.

“That was so hot,” he tells you once you’re hiding in the old asylum’s dark lobby.

You shrug your shoulders. “That was nothing.”

You share more laughs and when it dies down he looks at you with hazy eyes.

“I still haven’t seen you in white yet,” he mentions.

“Oh. Well, is it too late?”

Hoseok shakes his head. 

“Not at all, babe.”

The incident downtown was never reported and the people who took that guy’s car have never been identified. No one went to jail that night, but trust, those handcuffs were put to good use.

[mackenzielovee]

Hi bestie, your writing is just 👩‍🍳💋. If possible to do a y/n with Rafe where they fight and reader sleeps in the guest room. When Rafe realizes y/n is not in their bedroom goes and sleeps in the guest room with them.

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for requesting this. it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, kissing), mentions of drug use/abuse

Word Count: 2.4k+

my writing

apologies - rafe cameron

You stop pacing Rafe's bedroom to check your phone once again. The time keeps ticking by, and Rafe keeps not calling you back. He was supposed to be home hours ago; the two of you had plans to go out to the dock and eat dinner, hanging out and watching the sky. He had told you to be at his house at eight. It's now nearing midnight, and you haven't heard a peep. You pick up your phone to dial him again just as his door knob turns and Rafe slowly peaks his head in the room.

When he brings his eyes up to yours, he smiles quickly and sweetly, knowing he's in trouble but trying to soften to you up. You throw your phone back down on his bed and turn around, setting your hands on your hips and taking a deep breath. At least he's fine.

"Hey, baby," Rafe speaks, his voice sickeningly sweet.

You turn back around and watch as he carefully enters the room and closes the door, putting his back up against it. It's like he's trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Well, now that I know you're alive, I'm just gonna go home," you sigh, picking up your phone once again from the bed. Rafe takes a step forward, then another, then sets his hands on your arms to try and stop you from moving.

"No, baby, please don't leave," he says. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you instantly notice how bloodshot they are. You take another deep breath and close your eyes, ready to ask him the question you know you don't want the answer to.

"Rafe," you start, your voice calm, "Please tell me you are not high right now."

"I'm not high right now," Rafe says too fast. You look up at him again and can tell instantly that he's lying.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rafe?" you raise your voice, squirming from his grip, "You're almost four hours late, you come back high, and then you lie about it?"

"Don't fucking yell at me, all right?" Rafe says, even though he raises his voice at you in return.

You roll your eyes and start grabbing your stuff, shoving it into your bag. You just want to go home and not deal with all of this right now.

"Where are you gonna go?" he asks you, his voice thick and accusing.

"Home," you mutter. Rafe scoffs, earning your attention.

"It's midnight and raining out. Just fucking sleep here and we'll work it out in the morning."

You roll your eyes at him and continue stuffing shit into the bag. Rafe comes over and grabs onto your wrists, stopping you from packing.

"Baby," he says, his voice softer, "Just chill for a second so I can explain, okay?"

You shrug and nod, telling him silently to go ahead and try to explain himself. He swallows before he speaks, so you know this will be good.

"Okay, well, I was out, y'know, with Topper and Kelce, right? We were at the Club. And Barry came by and started saying some shit to me and it just turned into a mess, okay? I had to handle shit with my sister and her dumbass friends and Topper's all pissed off because she's with John B now-"

"Rafe," you stop him, "I'm missing the part where you forgot to call for four hours and then got high."

He stares down at you, looking almost blindsided by the fact that you're asking him that, then nods his head.

"Okay, yeah," he says, more to himself than to you, "I uh, I lost my phone for a bit."

"You lost your phone for a bit?" you repeat, "Like, it died?"

Rafe considers that for a moment, then ultimately shakes his head.

"No, I just lost it at the Club."

You laugh and nod your head, finally understanding, "Oh, so you were too coked out to keep track of your shit? Nice, Rafe. I'm really glad you felt the need to get high out of your mind before you spend the night with me. That makes me feel really good."

You side-step him and continue to collect your things while Rafe throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, that's not what it's about," he groans, "Barry showing up just threw me off and it fucking stressed me out-"

"You don't have to do coke every time you get stressed out, Rafe!" you turn and scream at him. He moves his head back and stares at you, clearly hurt by your outburst.

"Okay, look, I apologized-"

"You didn't, actually," you interrupt him, watching as Rafe replays this whole interaction over in his head and realizes he, in fact, has not actually apologized.

"All right. I am so sorry that I wasn't home on time and that I didn't call. Some shit just came up and I had to handle it but it was shitty of me not to call. If the tables were turned, I'd be mad, too. So, I'm sorry, baby."

Your shoulders fall as you start to melt under his term of endearment for you. Even after being together for so long, him calling you 'baby' still makes butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

"I accept your apology," you say quietly, watching his eyes shoot up to yours and a grin erupt on his face, "But I'm still gonna go home. You wasted my night, Rafe. I just want to be by myself."

His eyes fall to the floor again as he speaks, "It's pouring. Please just stay. I'll drive you home in the morning."

You stare at the boy, the man, you love so much and give in. Him worrying about you is always enough to make your heart melt, no matter how mad you can get at him.

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your bag onto the floor of Rafe's bedroom.

Rafe comes over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly. He pretends to not get upset when you don't return his hug. You're still mad, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm gonna go shower," you tell him as you pull away.

He wants to ask if he can join you, but he knows you're not in the mood for him to be playing around. So, he lets go of you and watches as you walk over to his bathroom door and close the door behind you.

You take a long shower. The warm water feels so good on your stressed muscles and Rafe being in the other room and not with you is comforting as well. Of course, you love him, but you also love your space and need to not be around him sometimes.

When you come out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel, you find Rafe fast asleep on his side of the bed. You try not to be upset with him because you know he had a stressful day and hr's exhausted, but you're also mad because of everything plus the fact that he's high and pretty much just passed out on you.

You pick up one of Rafe's shirts from the floor and then slide a pair of his boxers on, then grab your phone and head for the door. There's a guest room down the hall from Rafe's bedroom that you are going to sleep in, because you want to be alone and you really don't want to listen to Rafe snore all night after he's already irritated the shit out of you.

Your bare feet scurry across the hardwood floor and over to the guest room door, quietly pushing it open and slipping inside. You pull the covers back on the bed and crawl inside, relieved to be cuddling into a bed even if it isn't your own. The sleep is already trying to take over your body, so you don't even have time to browse your phone. It's time for sleep.

Almost the second your head hits the pillow, you're out. All of that worrying about where Rafe had been and if he had been okay had really worn you out.

You're waken up from your sleep when you hear the guest bedroom door creak open. Everything in the Cameron house is ancient, so everything creaks and cracks. You turn around in the bed and face the door, seeing your boyfriend's face squished in the doorway. He smiles softly when he sees you, but you can still see the sleep lining his eyes.

"Rafe," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Baby," he says back, a playfulness in his voice.

He comes into the room and closes the door softly behind him. You feel him try to pull the sheets up from your grip, so you pull them tighter.

"Scoot over, baby," he whispers, so you sigh but obey.

Rafe breaks the sheets from your grasp and dives into the bed beside you, quick to wrap one of his arms around you and pull you close.

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone," he admits to you, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you sleeping in here?"

You sigh, not really wanting to talk. You just want your sleep. Clearly, Rafe has other plans.

"You were already asleep when I got out of the shower," you say, attitude present in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says quickly, "I just crashed."

You want to make a comment about how, of course he crashed, because he was high when he got home. Instead, you move your head down to his chest, making him relax.

"It's okay," you barely whisper.

Rafe sighs, knowing it's not, "I'm going to do better."

You don't respond. You can feel yourself starting to get emotional at his promises, because he's made them before.

"I mean it, baby," he tells you when you don't answer, "I really fucked up tonight. I know that. I never, ever meant to skip out on a date with you or make you angry with me. I made a really bad judgment call and it will never happen again."

You bury your face into his chest, finally allowing yourself to completely breathe him in for the first time tonight. Although Rafe screws up a lot, one thing he does well is apologize. He's said absolutely everything that you have wanted to hear since he ran late tonight.

"Promise me," you say against him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

"I promise you."

You look up at him in the darkness, then crawl up against his body to leave a kiss on his lips. It's gentle and sweet, leaving Rafe wanting more when you pull away.

"I forgive you," you tell him, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. He closes his eyes under your touch, grateful to have such an amazing woman by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you, too," you reply, then sit up in the bed.

You crawl on top of your boyfriend, feeling him sit up so you can have a better seat on his lap. You straddle him and bring your lips down his cheeks and to his neck, knowing you're getting to him when he moves his head to the side to give you more space to work with.

"Mmm," he hums, his hands falling all the way back to shamelessly grab your ass.

"Just because we missed our date doesn't mean we have to skip out on the best part," you whisper in his ear, purposely trying to drive him crazy. It works, because he lets out a moan at your words.

"Holy shit, that's right, baby," he nods, leaning forward and kissing you. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it back before he let's go, knowing you love when he does that.

"You're gonna take care of me, right?" you ask him, keeping your voice low.

He brings one hand around from your ass and starts to rub you through his own boxers you have on, smirking when he realizes why the fabric feels so familiar.

"Don't I always?" he asks, "You were so mad at me earlier, and still put my fucking boxers on, huh?"

You grin but bury your head in his neck so he can't tell. Rafe's smirk just widens when you don't respond, so he slowly and carefully brings his hands up to the top of the boxers, then bringing his hands down to your core. You know he's going slow on purpose to tease you, and it's working. He always drives you crazy.

"Rafe," you finally whine, wanting him to do something other than graze your center.

"Hmm, baby? You want more?"

He smirks when he can feel you get even wetter as he speaks. He knows exactly what turns you on.

"Yes, please," you nod, doing your best to not sound impatient.

"So polite, baby," he grins, bringing his lips to your cheek and down to your neck as he pushes his fingers in you.

You moan as two fingers enter you, feeling Rafe start to move them in and out immediately. His grin only widens as he watches you, even being able to see you with your mouth open through the darkness.

"Keep going," you tell him, moaning once again at how good he feels.

He starts to go faster, then brings his other hand up to your mouth and sticks two of those fingers in your mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says quietly, "I know how loud you can get. But I don't want to get us in trouble. Okay, princess?"

You nod, sucking on his fingers in your mouth. He moans and moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He feels you clench around him, so he knows you're ready. He looks up into your eyes and then pushes his fingers back further into your mouth.

"Come for me, baby, I've got you."

You nod and clench again, then come only a minute later. He smirks as he removes two separate sets of his fingers from your body, bringing the ones that been buried inside your core up to his lips.

"Jesus," you groan, watching him as he licks his fingers clean through the darkness.

"You better not be exhausted, I'm not done with you yet," he warns you.

You smile and lean forward, kissing him roughly and moving your hips against his. He moans in your mouth, not being able to contain himself.

"Shit," he swears when you pull away, "I'm gonna fuck up more often."

[cityfccl]

Noah Schnapp x Fem!Reader

Pairings - Noah Schnapp/Fem!Reader, Noah Schnapp & Fem!Reader, Noah Schnapp & Finn Wolfhard, Noah Schnapp & Millie Bobby Brown, Caleb McLaughlin/Sadie Sink, Sadie Sink & Millie Bobby Brown

WARNINGS: swearing, friends to lovers (that doesn’t need to be a warning but if there are picky people out there who give a shit then here it is), that’s it I think???

Prompts: “Love you” “Love you, too.” “No, like I actually love you.”

💛11:00 AM💛

Y/n went out to her car, ready for the hour drive she had because she was going to Millie’s house. She lives in a different town than Y/n, but Y/n was comfortable with driving and hour to see one of her best friends.

Millie was not her best best friend though. That spot was taken by Noah Cameron Schnapp. They have been friends since they were six, and when they found out they both had a part in Stranger Things, they got even closer. Until they found out they were playing each other’s love interests.

They were close enough to say that they love each other, but it was platonic, not in a romance type of way.

Millie always had a fun picnic after each season was finished. She’d have a big red and white checkered blanket in her garden with three picnic baskets full of food. The grapes were Y/n’s favorite. Somehow, Millie always had the best fruit.

Y/n turned her Spotify on while she drove the hour, and listened to Breezeblocks by Alt-J. She listened to other songs too, but for some reason, she loved Breezeblocks more. (If you haven’t heard of Alt-J, you should listen to their songs. Fitzpleasure and Breezeblocks are my favorite, hence the mention 😂)

💛12:15 AM💛

She arrived at Millie’s house a few minutes late because there was some traffic. She got out of her car and was immediately greeted by a great big bear hug by Noah.

“Wassup?!” He said as he almost tackled her to the ground.

“Oh my God! Don’t ever do that again!” Y/n yelled. Noah had an embarrassed and confused look. He always did that to Y/n when they met. “Kidding, kidding! Never stop doing that.” She laughed.

Noah breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you were either being serious or going crazy!”

They walked inside and were greeted by a loud hello from all of the cast. Y/n was apparently the last one there.

Millie was the first one to hug her. This time it wasn’t a bear hug. Sadie hugged her next. The boys just nodded and said “Hey” and continued snacking on the vegetable platter that was sitting on the counter.

“Well that was the biggest hello I’ve received all day!” Y/n said to the boys.

They knew not to mess with her because she could break your nose if she wanted. She did it to Dacre once. Only because he was making fun of her. But that’s still not a good excuse to breaking someone’s nose. (He was jokingly making fun of her, but she felt really bad after she did punch him.)

So, they got up and gave her a side hug and said a more enthusiastic hello and went back to eating.

“I love how they’re all scared of you because you broke Dacre’s nose.” Sadie said.

“Noah’s not scared of me, right Noah?” She asked. Noah didn’t respond, but instead looked down. “Noah!” She playfully hit his arm.

“I’m kidding!”

“Yeah, you better be.” The girls burst out into a fit of laughter, and once the boys saw, they questioned what was so funny.

“What’s so funny? Why’re you laughing?” They asked.

The girls stopped laughing. “Well, it’s not funny anymore.” Millie said.

“Guess you should’ve been listening.” Sadie picked up two picnic baskets that were sitting on the counter in the kitchen and walked outside. The boys followed.

“Really! What was so funny? we want to know.” Finn asked.

“We can’t really explain it now. You wouldn’t laugh at it. It’s lost its humor.” Y/n suggested. She really couldn’t explain what was so funny anymore.

💛2:00 PM💛

A few hours after they had eaten their food, they decided to watch a movie. Of course, Noah picked High School Musical which was quickly turned down, not without an impression of Zac Efron from Finn.

Y/n picked Stranger Things, for them to binge watch it in a celebration of finishing season 3.

💛10:30 PM💛

They finished season one when they decided to stop watching because they were all cringing at themselves, so they pulled out Uno.

Noah won the first two rounds, and Caleb won the third.

“I’ve gotta get home. I want at least six hours of sleep before my flight at two tomorrow.” Y/n had to go back to Y/h/t (your hometown) at two in the afternoon tomorrow from Georgia.

Millie was staying in Georgia for a few more months, Noah was going to California, Caleb was staying, Finn was going back to Canada, and Gaten was going on a a vacation in a few weeks to Italy.

“Here, let me ride with you so I can make sure you get home alright.” Noah said.

“Yeah sure. As long as it’s not a secret way to have a sleepover at my house.” Y/n laughed.

“Whaaaaat?! Pfft no…” Noah said sarcastically.

“No, it’s fine. You can have a sleepover whenever you want, but I have to leave at 12:45.”

“Damn, why so early?” Gaten asked.

“You know I have to be there early so I don’t accidentally miss my flight.”

“Good point.” Caleb added.

They all said their sorrowful goodbyes and Y/n and Noah walked out the door to her car.

“So, are you actually going to sleep over?” She asked.

“No, you’ve gotta get enough sleep. And if I know you, pack too.”

“True, true.”

They got in the car and drove off.

Once they arrived at Y/n’s house, she realized something. “How are you supposed to get home if you are riding in my car?”

“I’ll walk.” He answered.

“Uhm, no.”

“Uhm, yes.”

Y/n sighed and walked up to her door to unlock it. “Love you!”

“Love you, too!” Noah said and he started to walk off.

She stood there and spoke up again. “No, like I actually love you.”

He stopped walking and turned to face her. “Not like, platonically, right?”

“Not like platonically.”

He walked up to her and cupped the sides of her cheeks. “On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if I kissed you?”

“Negative thirty five.” She answered.

So he slowly put his lips on hers, and that was the start of a great relationship.

A/n: sorry I made Y/n such a bitch. I act like this and after writing a character like that, I’m embarrassed

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧'

Team Free Will x Reader

Summary: Y/N is on a road trip with the Winchesters. Even though tensions build when they take a wrong turn, Y/N has a way of livening things up. Cas and Rowena show up too, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride...

You might want to give Oh, Pretty Woman a listen

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“Dude, I think we’re lost.”

“Sammy, I know these roads like the back of my hand. We’ll get there.”

“I don’t know Dean, we’ve been driving for-”

“Sam, just shut up, I know what I’m doing!”

“Do you though? Because we’re-”

“Boys, Boys! That’s quite enough!” Rowena said, exasperated.

Sam and Dean twisted in their seats. “Stay out of it!” they called in unison.

Y/N smiled and caught Castiel rolling his eyes from his spot beside her. The Impala cruised along a deserted backroad as the Winchesters and company drove to their next case in Denver, Colorado. While the boys argued up front, Rowena, Castiel, and Y/N stayed quiet, squished against each other in the backseats.

“Dean,” Castiel groaned from between Y/N and the witch. “I don’t see why I can’t just meet you in Denver. Is it absolutely necessary I endure the drive? It’s so... confining.”

“You wanna hunt with us?” Dean asked, flicking on the headlights.

“Yes, of course.”

“Then suck it up!”

The angel huffed and folded his hands over his lap. Y/N shifted to give him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry Cas, I would give you more space except SOME PEOPLE-” She widened her eyes at Rowena. “Can’t seem to pack lightly...”

“I told you before dear, it’s a bag of essentials! Foxglove, Heather, spell books... and maybe some clothes...”

Y/N leaned over Castiel to quirk a brow at the witch.

“I couldn’t very well keep my bag in the trunk!” Rowena argued. “That’s where the boys keeps their little play things!”

“They’re weapons, Rowena. THOSE are actually essential,” Sam scoffed.

“Brutish more like,” she mumbled.

Castiel suddenly turned to Y/N, his nose almost touching her own. “Would you mind opening a window?” he asked solemnly.

She held back a laugh at the angel’s awkward proximity. “Sure Cas. Just give me a second.”

Y/N turned to roll down the crank. “It’s stuck!” she cried out after a few moments of fidgeting.

“Hey hey hey! Take it easy or I’m stopping the car!” Dean insisted, worried that someone might damage Baby.

Sam grinned. “Dude, you sound like dad.”

“Whatever.”

The next mile was driven in silence until a deep rumbling noise sounded. Sam rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Dean, are we stopping soon? I’m hungry.”

“Check the console Sammy, I’ve got jerky.”

He wrinkled his nose. “I’m not feeling heart failure right now. Just stop at the market.”

“Market? What is this, the shire? I’ll stop at a diner soon.”

A tension filled the air as the Impala drove on, never breaking its stride. Bored, Y/N leaned her head against the window and started humming. She tapped her fingers and was nodding off when she heard something.

“Pretty woman, walkin’ down the street...” Castiel said slowly.

Y/N turned up and grinned, delighted that Castiel knew the song. Facing him, she hummed, keeping up the tune.

“Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet...” Rowena chimed in, flipping her hair back

At this point, Sam nudged Dean and started to sing along, tripping over the lyrics with a small laugh. “Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me...”

The car was suddenly filled with off-key singing as Y/N, Castiel, Rowena, and Sam raised their voices, trying to get Dean to join in.

He held back, his lips twitching in a hidden smile. “Oh god, you guys are so lame,” he finally relented with a chuckle.

Dean flicked his hand towards the car’s radio and pressed a button. Roy Orbison’s Pretty Woman sounded throughout the car and everyone cheered, singing along to the rock hit.

“And we’re back on track!” Dean yelled over the noise. “Denver, three miles ahead!”

He angled the rear view mirror towards himself and smiled. “I think we have some time for a pitstop. Who’s hungry?”

The hunters, the angel, and the witch drove on, a new sense of allyship between them as they finally settled down and sang together. Y/N looked around and grinned as Sam and Dean shared teasing glances at each other up front, and Castiel and Rowena nodded their heads along to the song’s beat.

Still smiling, she leaned back and gazed out the window. Cruising with the Winchesters was always an adventure.  

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[bloomyagi]

bleed me dry (m)

summary: where Itadori is your bottom-loving boyfriend and Sukuna reluctantly learns this vessel is the real curse. or: where seduction is a dangerous game, and the King of Curses loses.

pairings: itadori x f!reader, sukuna x f!reader

warnings: subby itadori, sub sukuna (yeah you read that right), light bondage, blindfolds, sukuna’s havin a whole ‘reconsidering life’s meaning’ moment, lotta swear cause u know sukuna things, coming untouched, he faints (yeah you also read that right) and is actually unabashed about it, all things considered

length: 1,432

notes: what? me? obsessed with jjk? that doesn’t sound like me at all! 

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His vessel is in love.

The word curdles in his mouth, tastes like ash. He has never known such a thing. It is part of his nature, he muses absently. Hardened from centuries of death and decay. Of destruction and war. He revels in it. Feels the most alive amongst the chaos.

But that’s the point. Curses can feel. They can have emotional attachment. Can’t you see? In so many ways, they’re not so different from us. He thinks you’re too loud. Your thoughts and beliefs are too loud. They’re also pointless and naïve, and he likes to pop by just to drive it home.

Hello, Sukuna. Where is the fear? Where is the resentment, the anger? The disgust? He enjoys it. But you—you just sit there and coax him into conversation like he’s another one of your classmates. Like he can’t crush your windpipe with a single flick of his hand. Like he isn’t the slow bleed of a death sentence for your lover. Like he isn’t anything at all. Like his titles and powers are stripped. What is he beyond it all? Who is he?

You ask about him sometimes. He rarely gives any indication he’s listening, but he does. Of course he does. There’s not much to do, bound and locked in this pink-haired boy. He lounges on this throne and watches his vessel pine and blush.

Sukuna watches his vessel fuck his fist and mewl your name every night.

It’s sad. “Brat,” he hisses. “Grow some balls. This is just pathetic.”

Itadori swallows. “Oh. Can you—?”

Sukuna shoves him off the ledge. A faint yelp travels, followed by a large splash. “Fuck her already. All this sitting and plotting is making my ass itch. If you won’t, I will.”

“You wouldn’t.” Sukuna tilts his head to peer down. Itadori’s eyes are narrowed, uncharacteristically solemn.

His lips bare into a slow grin. “Try me.”

Itadori blinks once. And then vanishes.

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Fuck. It’s the only coherent thought his muddled mind can pierce together. He gazes down at his palm, opening and closing languidly. His vision is blurry, spine tingling. He raises the other hand, reaching for his palm.

Mmm. He shakes his head firmly. The sharp tinge of metallic and iron coating his tongue clears the fog a little. The pain fades quickly, muted from his years of conquest and ruin.

Every nerve is on fire. His skin, this flesh cage, burns, an unfamiliar heat curling in his lower stomach. Sukuna is no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh—is well-acquainted, spent much of the centuries indulging in his vast harems. In the haze of blood and carnage, there is the memory of writhing bodies, of soft thighs and breasts, of glazed eyes and cries of his name. Of women fucked into wanton abandon, bred and lost in the worship of his cock.

But this. This heat is foreign in every sense. In its strange intensity and all-encompassing hold. All his senses are heightened but laser focused on the other pair of hands mapping his body. On the addicting sensations they’re inducing.

Can you—? Yes. Yes, he fucking can. He can feel everything and he wants to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze.

His eyes roll back. Ngh.

“Fucking wench,” he snarls. You’re a fuckin’ tease and if you edge him again, he is going to murder—

“Ah, ah. Watch your language, Sukuna. Ask nicely.”

He jolts. Finds his eyes cloaked in darkness, arms tied to his back and legs spread. Bare, save for a pair of briefs that’s slick and restricting. Kneeling. The sheets bunch beneath him. Every muscle in his body is tensed, body coated in a thin layer of sweat.

This position—!

“That brat—mmph!” Is that a fucking—gag? Did you just gag him? He struggles harder against the binds, but he feels your lips curl into a smile where you’re suckling against the column of his neck.

“You’re powerless here. The binds will restrict you for the next twenty-four hours … unless you can be good.” You trace the thick knots, smiling only growing at the way he lets out a muffled growl.

Every fucking sense is heightened tenfold. He’s on firefirefire. The flames consuming him inside out, like he’s being exorcised from within.  

It’s humiliating. It’s exhilarating. It feels—

“King of Curses. I want you to beg.” You’re a witch. You’re enthralling. Temptation incarnate. His head falls forward, chest heaving.

“Mmmmf!”

“What a dirty mouth,” you murmur, and his struggling is renewed when he feels your fingers dig into his thighs.

Oi, brat, he growls. What the hell is this?

His vessel is silent, but the back of his mind prickles. He’s watching. That freaky little shit.

“So stubborn. Let go. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” Fuckfuckfuck, you’re palming his cock over the thin fabric. Maybe it’s been a while, maybe there’s a little more truth lurking beneath it, but he vaguely notes he’s never been so hard before.

You—! You’re fuckin’ burning his briefs off. Ash tickles his nose. A small part of him thinks it’s hot. His cock throbs, and even without visual confirmation, he knows you’ve paused at the sheer size. His mouth curls into a lopsided smirk, dark pride making his chest swell. What was he so worked up for? You’ll just end being another one of his breeding bitches, fucked stupid by his thick, long cock.

But then you pinch his left nipple, twisting harshly. Electricity courses through him and a sound he’s never heard in his absurdly long life escape his lips, muffled by the gag. His back arcs, head hitting the mattress beneath him.

His mind blanks, eyes rolling back as white noise fills his ears.

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He rouses slowly.

He blinks lethargically at the ceiling, gaze unfocused. Everything feels muted, limbs heavy like he’s swimming in a pool of ink. But he’s not restrained anymore. There’s a blur of movement in the corner of his eye.

He turns his head to peer at you, half-lidded.

“That’s a very nice expression,” you chuckle, moving to sit by his side. The mattress dips lightly. He lifts a hand to tug at the hem of your outfit, expression twisting at the staggering movement.

“That’s a very nice look on you,” he murmurs in response. You’re wearing one of his vessel’s dress shirts, the oversized fabric falling mid-thigh. It simultaneously swallows you and presses against your curves. Something inside him stirs. His throat feels shot, even though he knows he hasn’t had much of a chance to speak.

You help him sit up, propped against the headrest, before offering him a glass of water. His lips lift into a half-smirk and you sigh, shaking your head but acquiescing. You take a mouthful before kissing him. Water dribbles down his chin.

You wipe it away with a half-fond, half-exasperated expression. His chest tightens.

“How long—?” He tries to move, but you stop him with a firm hand. He’s conflicted at the way his body responds immediately to the touch. His temperature flares despite his obvious fatigue.

“A few hours. I asked if Yuuji would keep you out until you woke.”

There’s a pause, and the knowing look in your eye tells him you know he’s mulling it over.

And then—

He reaches for you, and you set the glass aside to climb on his lap.

He bares his fangs. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

As you press him into the bed, tongue stroking his in such a manner his brain is starting to haze over again quickly, he thinks, brat, we’re going to have a long talk after this.

Sukuna doesn’t expect an answer after his vessel’s continued vigil, so he starts when Itadori replies, she’s ours.

I don’t share, he slurs. He thinks he sees a flicker of Itadori’s grin.

You’re going to have to. Because you like her, too. And she’s the one in control, not either of us.

Dimly, Sukuna acknowledges he’s right. You might be the one bouncing on his cock, but he’s not the one fucking you, you’re the one fucking him.

Fine, he gasps as you run your nails down his abdomen. Deal.

Good, his vessel says. Because I’m next, and you better not get in the way.

He growls, eyebrows knitting.

Your smile only grows.

[frostedfaves]

Dark Paradise

Masterlist

Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

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“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

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“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

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On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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