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urhoneycombwitch · 5 months

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breathe in the air

eddie x reader x steve. part i

foreword: this is part one/set up for a fic I’ve been chewin’ on. cw is for both parts and will get updated- no actual smut in this first one but please heed the tags anyway. +18 mdni as always. (@somnambulic-thing you inspired me to write from Eddie’s pov! 💖)

cw: smoking (weed and nicotine), R’s hair is mentioned but unspecified texture/length, also wears Eddie’s shirt, R has breasts + V, Eddie and Reader are both varying degrees of stoned while performing sex acts (please be safe IRL and don’t read if that makes you uncomfy!!), pt. ii will have: voyeurism (Eddie and R fool around and Steve watches), blow jobs, masturbation, both the boys being Down Bad™️

wc: 2.5k (part i)

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The sun has sunk low over Forest Hills, Eddie’s room cast in deep blue where the golden path of his bedside lamp doesn’t touch.

He’s lighting up a post-sex cigarette, one of the best things this shitty world has to offer, in his opinion- second only to feeling your warm body against his; writhing and wriggling with pleasure, neck craned to let him lick the sloping sweat from your skin- or times like now, when you’re calm and satiated, nude under the comfort of sheets and the weight of your head on his chest.

Casting a hand out to shuffle blindly through the bedside table, Eddie wraps his other arm around the sleepy length of you, pulling you tighter to himself; your response a wordless, happy little noise. His hand deep in the drawer catches on a stray cigarette, then around the hard plastic of a spare lighter. With a sigh of contentment, he kisses the top of your head before bringing the filter to his lips.

Sparks catch under his thumb, cherry of the cig burning red- like some sort of sleeper agent responding to the click, you sit up with a jolt, stealing the mess of sheets upwards, exposing Eddie’s lower half to the cool air.

Eddie swears, startled- thinking you were almost asleep, he’d been nearly careless with the open flame- tossing the lighter aside, he reaches towards your back that now faces him. “Jesus, babe. Give a guy some warning before you snap to attention like a damn general.”

Thumb pressed to the notches of your spine, palm wide around your lower back, Eddie can feel the quiet giggle that shakes through your ribs.

“Sorry,” you whisper once you’re finished, still staring at the far wall like you're trying not to break a spell. Your arms are crossed, sheets bunching around your chest- “Had a thought.”

“Must’ve been a good one,” Eddie muses, thumb following the line of your spine down, like he’s petting an oversized cat.

In true feline fashion your back arches into his touch, encouraging his palm to sweep up again, to your shoulder blade this time as you murmur, “I wanna go swimming.”

“Okay.” Eddie’s immediately agreeable, taking a long drag from the cig, letting smoke fill out the hollows around his lungs. “We’ll go to Lover’s Lake tomorrow. Heard it’s gonna be a hot one.”

Hawkins is having a record heat wave for the second summer in a row- as if all the damn underground monster shit and horrific earthquakes of last year weren’t enough already: global warming to top it all off. The sun has been merciless these last few weeks, peaking midday, nothing for it but to lie in a heated daze on the kitchen tiles of whoever’s house is the least amount of bitch to get to.

Not that Eddie’s complaining about you being half-naked most of the time. He thinks this is the year you might actually kill him, now that he can touch you, call you his- every curve of upper calf in those short shorts, every soft slip of stomach peeking out from cropped tops- he’s got enough spank bank material to last until his deathbed. (Which he’s decidedly allowed to joke about, since, ya know, the whole almost-dying thing last spring.)

Eddie moves on haptic memory to set aside his cigarette, searching pinky-out for the lip of the ashtray (ceramic, with a poorly-drawn Snoopy, the ears far too big- you’d laughed until you cried over it at the thrift store; he was fifty cents poorer that day but rich and dizzy off your glee).

“No, not the lake. And I wanna go swimming now.” There’s a hint of petulance in your voice, walking the thin line of childish whine that only appears these days after you’ve smoked, tongue and desires loosened and lax with the help of the finest hash stash in Hawkins.

There’s a smile threatening to split Eddie’s face in two. He’s been working at that hard-won wall of your solitude for ages now, showing rather than telling you it’s okay to ask for things, that you’re safe to make requests and hell, even demands, from him. Eddie’s not sure what he wouldn’t do for you, at this point- hasn’t found that line yet. Probably doesn’t exist.

A monster of my own design, he thinks, fondly, sweeping the hair from your neck so he can see the outline of cheek and jawbone, reflective with lamplit glow. “Baby, there’s nowhere to swim right now- it’s dark and that’s not real safe. Tomorrow I’ll make us some sandwiches- we can drive out to the lake, you can get stoned and I’ll play lifeguard.”

It’s probably too much to hope you’ve swallowed this bitter pill of compromise in silence, but based on the lack of response, it’s certainly possible. Eddie presses his thumb into the muscle where your neck meets shoulder, massage a silent apology for saying no when you’d been so good to ask.

Crickets chirp in chorus outside, sound dampened by the glass window- he needs to open it soon, get the hot air out and night breeze flowing (though he is loath to replace the heady smell of sex wrapped like a cozy blanket around his room).

He feels you shuffle under his hand, eyes popping open to watch- you’ve tucked your chin over the dip in your shoulder, looking down the slope of your own nose at him, an expression on your face that makes Eddie’s stomach flip (with nerves, fear, excitement, hard to pinpoint exactly).

Your voice is quiet but steady when you speak, Eddie’s massaging fingers freezing to a halt when you say, “I know a place, open right now, with a lit-up pool. And a lifeguard.”

A thin tendril of smoke from the ashtray floats into Eddie’s vision as he stares blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Then he sits up, crushing the cherry into Snoopy’s wavered outline (sorry, pal) before brushing arms with you, patient and stern with a headshake to match- “No way, sweetheart.”

“Why-y?” That petulance is back, Eddie’s heart kicking up in response; it’s your turn to give the physical affection, winding your arms in a closed loop around his neck, forehead bumping against his jaw as he works it back and forth.

His stitched-tight resolve quickly unspools as the wet plush of your lips track a path across his throat; he clears it before squeezing at your side again, one last argument to try and stick like cooked spaghetti to a wall. “You’re high.”

You snort, puff of breath sending goosebumps across his skin, rapidly cooling from lack of your affection- “Yeah, and you’re not. So you can drive us there, and then smoke again with me before we go in, and Stevie boy will keep us safe in that nice, heated, well-lit pool of his.”

Even as you speak, Eddie’s shaking his head, but it’s more in disbelief of his own weakness (namely: you). He slips a hand to your cheek, pulling back to take you in- mischief shimmering like twin stars in your eyes as you lock onto his gaze, lips parting pliant when his thumb swipes at your bottom lip.

“You gonna behave yourself?”

It’s less of a question and more of a check-in, the meaning behind the words an undulating variable, a riddle with a thousand different answers.

The one you do give is complimented by a wicked grin, punctuated with a quick kiss (awfully chaste, considering your bare front pressed against his), your mirthful delight at having won both unsettling and tantalizing.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

With a sudden push to his chest, Eddie goes down easy for you, hair spreading riotous across the pillow as you move with shocking fluidity to throw a leg over his hip. Your hands meet in the middle of his chest, just under the rippling ink of a crow in flight, settling your weight comfortably on his stomach.

Eddie’s sure you can feel his pulse, jack-rabbit fast, as you dip to kiss beneath his jaw. His hands automatically settle on your hips, grip tightening with each loving kiss you scatter over his collarbones, his sternum.

He’s half-hard under the sheets by the time your lips find the hitch of his ribs, stuttering and expanding to meet your mouth- can’t be faulted, really, not when your bare chest gleams in the low light, the top of your head imploring for the warmth of his wide palm to rest.

Just when Eddie thinks he’s in the clear, that the call of your needs (evident in the slickness pooling just under his navel where your naked cunt rests) will drive the call of your wants to distraction, you sit up again, using your planted hands as leverage to swing completely off and away.

The coldness of your absence is cruel and unusual punishment. Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, deciding right then that he won’t be above begging tonight- when you suddenly reappear with a clean beach towel in either arm, pulled from the bowels of his closet.

There’s youthful, honest enthusiasm to your movements- something that’s catching, apparently, ‘cuz Eddie’s tipping himself out of bed with a resigned sigh, pulling boxers over his flagging dick and answering your spree of questions about these new evening plans.

“Sure, bring a water bottle. No, babe, we don’t need sunscreen- it’s night. Yeah, I’ll bring more weed. How ‘bout you bring me that old shoulder bag and we can bring some stuff with us.”

As you work on digging through the mess of a combined closet to find something suitable for swimming, Eddie folds the two towels that you’d found along with a baggie of joints into the bag. You’re humming under your breath while getting dressed, and Eddie’s staring at all the leftover space- what does one pack for a nighttime high swim with one’s girlfriend and the guy you’ve both sort-of mentioned threesoming with?

He tosses in a well-loved edition of your favorite book of poems, figuring the Harrington abode will have plenty of snacks. Food for the mind, he thinks, then snorts at his own joke.

“C’mon, snorty.” You beckon from the doorway, an old t-shirt of his just swishing past the dark strip of your bikini bottoms, van keys held aloft.

At the front door, there’s a brief argument about coats (you think you’ll be fine without, Eddie disagrees vehemently) which Eddie wins, wrangling your arms into the sleeves of his oil-stained work jacket before locking the front door behind you both.

Eddie smiles, a secret, pure thrill watching you tiptoe gingerly across the gravel on bare feet (too stubborn to actually wear the sandals that hang from either hand). His coat is bunched up around your ears while your legs poke out like some sort of winterized bird with bare legs.

There’s a bright pang of love that suddenly hits hits sideways, a dizzying urge to sink on denim knees to the ground, sharp rocks be damned, just to kiss the tender spot behind your knees, to feel the hill of your calf under his tongue…

Your giggle breaks his reverie, impatient and pointed jiggling of the locked passenger handle clunking out into the quiet park. “Quit staring, weirdo. You coming?”

Hope so, Eddie thinks, spinning the key ring in looping arcs around his pointer finger. He bypasses the porch steps completely, boots hitting the gravel with a satisfying crunch. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Your cheery mood is sustained during the short car ride as you chatter animatedly about some coworker drama that you forgot to catch him up on, Eddie’s hand drawn like a magnet to your upper thigh while he drives.

But by the time he’s pulling the van next to Harrington’s beemer, your eagerness has waned, speech drifting off into silence once he’s parked.

“Hey.” His voice draws you back to him, a bit, your eyes too wide and roving for his liking, coat sleeves clenched around opposing fists as you hang onto his words. “Sweetheart. We don’t have to go inside. Can go anywhere- diner for some food, back home, the damn trash heap for all I care. Just want you to feel safe.”

“I do,” you counter, earnest but chest still punching a fast rhythm. “I feel safe. I just… you think he’s even awake?”

There’s a yellow glow coming from one of the second-floor windows. Your fingers twist harshly around fabric in the dark, breath loud.

Eddie nods, then kills the engine and grabs behind his seat for the Ziploc of pre-rolls, an offering held to you between two ringed fingers. “Want a bit of Green Courage before going in?”

The van windows are soon fuzzily obscured with a haze of smoke, sprinklers for the pristine lawn nearby hissing to an automated start at the turn of 11 PM. The weed coaxes your earlier state of relax to the forefront, this time with an added layer of giggles, which Eddie finds desperately cute.

He’s sure he’s high now, too, ‘cuz he’s unintentionally focusing really hard on your lips as you speak, and you’re letting him, corner of your mouth quirking when you ask, “Gonna take me inside, Munson?”

“Uh huh.” An automatic response, just so he can keep staring- when you pop the handle of your door open Eddie reaches, faltering before landing on your face, cupping the tilt of your cheek- “Meant it. Earlier. Just say the word. Take you anywhere.”

Weed fragments his speech but you melt with understanding, leaning into his hand, your lashes sweeping sweetly at the bridge of his thumb as you whisper, “Okay.”

You’re out the door and he’s left scrambling in the wake, hauling the strap of the packed bag over one shoulder and snapping up your forgotten shoes from the footwell. He locks the doors (nevermind that this is a nice neighborhood, can’t trust rich people farther than he can throw ‘em and Eddie has always been better at running over shotput on field days) and hikes it across the grass to where you stand, a beacon of beauty under the porch light.

“Ready?” he asks.

Your bare foot- flecked with wet grass- trails up the back of your opposing leg, veins at the whites of your eyes spidering pink with anticipation (and the fresh joint) as you turn to smile at him. “Yeah. Bring it on.”

“Your wish, my command,” Eddie says, winking, knuckles pulled into a fist to rap at the front door of one Steve Harrington.

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[END: PART ONE]

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #eddie x reader x steve #steddie #cw weed #weed ment #tw weed

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Hi yea don’t worry, it is a difficult subject.

So I was wondering if you could write headcanons on how Abys’s relationship wit a boyfriend that is significally taller (and muscular) than her would be?

Abby Littman x Male!reader

● you're a giant compared to Abby

● like when she wears your jackets or sweatshirts they practically touch the ground

● one time you tried on one of her shirts and it barely covered your chest

● though she certainly wasn't complaining about your abs being on display

● "I think you should start wearing crop tops"

● "Oh really? You think I look hot?"

● "you look very hot" she says running her hand down your stomach

● she'll be jumping trying to reach something off a top shelf and you come up behind her and grab it for her

● "here ya go shortie"

● "I almost had it!"

● you know that tik tok trend of "showing my dog/cat places in my house they've never seen before?"

● yeah after seeing those as a joke you picked her up and said "just thought you'd like to see what the top of the fridge looks like"

● Max filmed it and posted it on tik tok and it got a bunch of views

● she's always sitting in your lap

● she loves having your strong arms around her waist

● laying around and smoking weed in her bedroom

● "Y/N did you eat the entire package of cookies??"

● "Abby I'm twice your size I get twice the munchies"

● having to lean down to kiss the top of her head

● or her standing on a chair just to be able to kiss your lips

● getting drunk with your friends and carrying her bridal style to her bed

● "do you think my mom knows I'm drunk??"

● "no babe I don't think it's suspicious at all that I carried you up here"

● "Okay good"

● walking around town and her jumping on your back when she doesn't feel like walking anymore

● or throwing her over your shoulder when you're play fighting

● her friends always making jokes that she has to "climb you like a tree"

● "Hey I never hear any complaints from him"

#ginny and georgia imagine #abby littman imagine #abby littman x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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ahonice · 1 year

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Paper Rings

Mark Estapa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, smoking weed, some sexual jokes, fluff (Who am I??? A fic that is only fluff, someone check on me)

Note: this is my second installment of fics based off of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, paper rings is next because I am a lover girl just as much as I am a speak now girl <3. Enjoy, leave feedback (if my writing sucks tell me I need to know lol) Have a great day babes!!

*italics are song lyrics* (I recommend you listen to the song while reading)

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“The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed.”

Like every other Saturday night since I started college I found myself with a twisted tea in one hand and a blunt in another. The only difference tonight had with the one that occurred one hundred and sixty eight hours ago was the scenery, rather than getting crossed in the safety of my friend's backyard I found myself in a lawn chair in a backyard that belonged to my roommate's new boyfriend’s friends.

The conversation was hard to follow. I quickly found out that the drinks and weed I was consuming were being provided by hockey players, making me a little on edge because as much as I don’t wanna be that person, I have no idea where they got this weed. I used the guy who sat next to me as my guinea pig, like how in the olden days where royalty would have someone try all their food and drinks to test for poison, he hit everything before I did.

Soon enough it was time to leave. I bid the boys a half hearted farewell, as I had only spoken to two of them, Johnny, my roommate's friend, and the boy who I sat next to who’s name I never learned.

“Hannah how the hell are we getting back to the dorms?” Johnny had driven us there, but he also participated in the activities of the night leaving him unable to drive us all back to campus.

“Good question. Johnny, is anyone not impaired here?” Thank god one of the seniors didn’t smoke or drink because he was kind enough to drive us back to campus.

During the car ride I sat in the passenger seat, as Hannah and Johnny wanted to sit in the back together and I wanted no part in that. Looking at the two in the back I saw how distracted they were with each other. I decided to ask the question I had been wanting the answer to all night.

“Hey, sorry if this is an odd question, but who was the guy I was sitting next to all night? Tall, blonde?” I asked a guy who’s name I didn’t know the name of a guy who’s name I didn’t know. I really need to start introducing myself to others.

“Oh your taste tester? That’s Mark Estapa, and I’m Eric by the way. I know you never got my name either.” I smiled at his answer, typing Mark’s name in my phone before looking back up at Eric to inform him of my name.

“I’ll be sure to tell him your name when he asks me tonight.”

***

Once I was in the comfort of my own dorm room I pulled out my phone to look Mark up on instagram. Quickly finding his account I spent more time then I had meant scrolling through his posts, his tagged posts, and a little bit of his following just to see what was up. An internal battle was occurring in my head as I tried to figure out if I should follow Mark or not.

“Hey Hannah, do you think I should–”

“Yes you should follow him.”

“The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street, cat and mouse for a month or two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

It wasn’t on purpose, I was too distracted by the essay revisions my professor has just given me to see Mark waving at me.

“Ouch dude that was brutal, didn’t you say she followed you on instagram. Isn’t that like a sign that she is interested?” Ethan said, giving his buddy a pity slap on the back.

“Just because she followed him first doesn’t mean she likes him, she could’ve just wanted to follow him. Stop being so delusional Edwards” Mackie said, “Also, that was tough to watch. Sorry Mark.” He added, commenting on the way I had completely ignored him.

***

That Saturday Hannah and Johnny had somehow convinced, well more like threatened, me to come to the party the hockey team was throwing to celebrate their season starting earlier that day.

Entering the house Johnny and Hannah immediately ditched me to go somewhere more private, much to my distaste I begged them to get a room while they were making out on the walk here, regretting that request because they were now doing just that.

“Need a drink?” A voice came from behind me, I turned around to see Mark smiling at me with a twisted tea in his hand. “Saw that you were drinking a twea last time you were over so…” He trailed off as I reached to grab the can.

“Thank you Mark.” I smiled at him, his expression mirroring mine.

“You wanna smoke?”

“Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life.”

That same scene happened over and over again. The hockey team would host a party, I would attend and find Mark, more often than not he would find me, and we would go smoke.

I was starting to get annoyed with how slow things were progressing between us. I followed him on instagram, the ball was in his court now and it had been for nearly a month now. Surprisingly enough over the past month I became close with Eric, the guy who drove me home the night I first met Mark.

Tonight when I arrived at the party I made a beeline for the couch that Eric was sitting on, ignoring Mark’s wave again.

“I need to talk to you.”

“I’m trying to enjoy my time here Y/n, go bother Mark.”

“Cicc this is about Mark.”

Nodding silently, Eric stood up and allowed me to lead the way. Bad idea considering I had no idea where I was, this was a new house that I hadn’t been to before.

“Eric, I don't know where I’m going.”

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.” He said laughing. “Give me like a minute I’m gonna go see if anyone is in my room.” I nodded, making a mental note that this is where Eric lived so I could bother him in the future when he would ignore my texts, which he did all the time.

“Hey Y/n.” Mark said from behind me. I turned around giving him a quick greeting before recognizing the drink in his hand.

“For me?”

“Always is.” He smiled, handing me the drink. “Look listen I was wondering, if you don’t wanna do this it’s fine, but I was wondering if you wanted to–”

“Y/n some couple is going at it in my room, but I think Moyle’s room is open.” Eric said coming down the steps, interrupting Mark. “By some couple I mean Hannah and Johnny, we gotta put a muzzle on them or something.”

“It’ll do. Mark, we can smoke later, once I’m done dealing with that idiot.” I said motioning towards Eric who made a face of shock before laughing. “I’ll find you, okay?” Mark nodded, I noticed the way he looked a little defeated but I decided to ignore it and blame it on the lighting.

***

“So we’ve been hanging out together at parties and talking constantly during the day, but he won’t ask me out. Is he not interested in me? He won’t even ask me to just plain hang out as friends outside of parties.” I rambled to Eric once we made it to Nolan’s room.

“Wait what was he saying before I interrupted him?”

“He was just asking me to go smoke.” I said before realizing Mark was probably not asking me to smoke because he always just says “wanna smoke”.

“You idiot Eric.” I yelled.

“What did I do?”

“You interrupted him while he was asking me out, and then made it seem like we were going upstairs to do stuff.” I said, reaching over to smack him on the back of his head.

“Oh shit, yeah that probably doesn’t look too good in his mind.”

“I’m leaving, goodbye, I’ll find you when I want to go home.”

“Why do I always have to take you home?” Eric asked, but I was already out the door. “Good luck Y/n.”

***

It took a little bit, but I finally found Mark sitting outside in one of the chairs placed around a firepit. Making my way up to him I saw that he had already smoked most of his blunt.

“Started without me?” I asked, laughing at the way he jumped in surprise.

“You snooze you loose.” Mark said, chuckling, but I could tell it was fake. I sat down in the chair next to him before speaking.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off.” I asked, a little afraid of how he might react to my question. We hadn’t been friends for very long, if we were even considered that.

“Yeah, I’m great.” He said, smiling for some reassurance, I don’t know if it was for me or for him. “What’s going on with you and Eric?” I had a feeling the question was coming, but it still took me by surprise.

“Nothing, we’re just friends. We’ve gotten really close over the past month, in a strictly friends way. Just friends…” I trailed off, hoping Mark would get that I’m being so adamant on us being friends and friends only. When Mark only nodded in response I let out a sigh. “Earlier, before when you were asking me about something…what was it that you were asking?”

“Oh just to see if you wanted to smoke.” That was a lie.

“That’s a lie, what were you really gonna ask me?” I pressed on the subject because I hated when something was being kept from me, secrets, lies, anything being hidden from me.

“I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me, outside of a party and not just smoke weed, but I get it if you don’t, or if you’re too busy–”

“I’d love to.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

The night was going great, it wasn’t a date Mark hadn’t asked me on a date, he asked me to hang out. We went to a diner for food, it was a cute mom and pop shop. While we sat waiting for our food, the waitress brought over our milkshakes.

“Give me your hand.” Mark told me after the waitress had walked away. Skeptically I reached over and gave him my right hand. “No the left one.” I switched hands, looking at him even more confused now.

He works silently, wrapping my left ring finger in the paper wrapping of the straw he put into his milkshake moments ago. I smiled once I realized what he was doing, making me a paper ring. I quickly took a picture of my hand with Mark smiling in the background and sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He is already buying me jewelry 🥰

From: Eric🥱

Thought this wasn’t a date?

From: Eric🥱

I better be giving you away at y’alls wedding.

To: Eric🥱

You’re gonna be my flower girl Cicc

To: Eric🥱

ALSO it’s not a date asshat🙄

I put my phone down as our waitress brought our food over, immediately diving into both the food and a conversation with Mark.

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool. When you jumped in first, I went in too. I’m with you even if it makes me blue.”

“This is a bad idea.” It was. Mark found out, much to my dismay, that I didn’t know how to ice skate, in return making it his mission to teach me.

“No it’s not, I promise this is safe.” Mark reassured me, well attempted to.

After finding out that our hometowns were just a few miles apart we spent a lot of winter break together. For Christmas he got me ice skates, and a personalized bong but I couldn’t open that in front of my parents, who were spying on our gift exchange earlier that week.

“Mark I can’t accept these, they’re way too much money.” I felt bad, I had gotten him some lulu shorts, which were heavily discounted thanks to me working there, and his favorite munchie snacks.

“Y/n please, I need to teach you how to skate and how can I do that if you don’t have any skates. Think of this as an investment, I’ll be getting my money back in no time.” By money back he meant that he would be rewarded with spending time with me, teaching me how to do something he loves.

“This is a frozen pond, no way I’m going on this, it is not safe. Have you ever seen The Good Son.” I was not going onto the ice, I had a fear of drowning ever since I watched the movie when I was a little girl.

“No I have not seen that, but I promise it’s ok. Look they marked that the ice is thick enough and it’s cold enough out to be on here, we just have to avoid that small patch in the middle.”

“If I drown you’re going to jail for my murder.” Mark laughed at my joke, that wasn’t completely a joke. I had some truth behind my words.

Eventually I allowed Mark to lead me to the small bench so he could help me get my skates on, I took a quick picture as he put my foot between his thighs to tighten the laces. I smiled down at the picture as I sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He got me skates…

From: Eric🥱

He got you nice ass skates*

From: Eric🥱

Photo is cute, Mark looks extremely happy for someone who has a blade to their crotch.

To: Eric🥱

I hate you.

“You ready?” Mark brought my attention back to him and I smiled nodding.

“You better not let me fall Estapa.” I said, pushing his chest lightly with my finger. He laughed in response and promised me he would never.

***

“Can I hold just one hand now?” Mark asked me.

We had now been on the ice for about fifteen minutes, the whole time he skated backwards, holding both my hands, and I wasn’t really skated, I was more being pulled along, I don’t think I picked either of my feet up once the whole time.

“Yeah sure, just don’t go too fast.” He nodded and shifted over to the left side of me, holding just my left hand. I decided that I would start moving my feet rather than just being dragged.

“Don’t look down at your feet, you’ll mess yourself up.” Mark gave me the piece of advice after noticing my eyes were trained on the ice below me.

Soon another fifteen minutes went by before I decided to try skating without him holding me steady..

“Let go of my hand, I wanna try it on my own” I said with the most confidence I could muster up.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Yes, keep skating next to me, just don’t hold onto me anymore.” He nodded at my request and let my hand go.

I definitely stopped skating as fast, but I was still doing it on my own.

“Think you’re ready for me to give you some space?” Mark asked, I nodded quickly before I realized what that meant. My safety net would no longer be there in case I fell. I hadn’t been close to falling yet, the whole time I was out there was going very smoothly, but before I could take back my nod Mark had already sped up and went to the other side of the pond.

“Skate towards me.” He told me, after planting himself about thirty feet away from me. I managed to gain as much courage as possible and started skating towards him. The skating itself went well but there was one thing that Mark hadn’t taught me yet.

“Mark, I don't know how to slow down, or stop.” I yelled. It felt like I was going forty over the speed limit, in reality I was probably going five miles an hour.

“Just shift your body to the left, turn your feet.” Mark yelled at me but it was too late, I closed my eyes and I came flying and ran into him, somehow knocking his body to the ground, me quickly following after.

After opening my eyes I saw Mark staring back at me with a smile on his face, he was laughing at me and I joined in. Once the giggles settled down it was like a staring contest, neither of us wanted to break, or maybe knew how.

“Can I kiss you?” It was insanely cliche, I wanted to roll my eyes at the thought of how predictable this was, but I still nodded my head at Mark’s question and smiled as he leaned in.

“Which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall. Honey without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall.”

It was our first fight. Mark began getting upset with how much time I was spending with Eric about three months into our relationship.

“I am your boyfriend, not him.”

“You don’t think I’m aware of that? Eric and I have been friends for quite some time now, why are you getting upset?” I didn’t understand why Mark was so angry, it wasn’t like I was flirting with Eric, or even ditching Mark to hangout with him, or doing anything that would cause Mark to be skeptical over me and Eric’s friendship.

“Y/n, you’re not viewing this from my perspective. You constantly talk to Eric, you text him while we’re on dates or just hanging out, you facetime or call him a couple times a week, you hang out with him just you two multiple times a week, he takes you home from parties and kickbacks, and you have never been to one of our hockey games but you said that when you did that you would be wearing one of Eric’s jerseys.” Mark’s words began speeding up as more and more spilled from his mouth.

He had a point though. I did text Eric during our dates, always pictures I took of Mark doing whatever I found endearing and asking for advice on how I’m supposed to function properly around this boy who makes me feel so many things. I had weekly phone calls with Eric, sometimes text messages weren’t enough and I needed to rant about how much I liked Mark verbally. We hang out a lot, we get lunch together every Tuesday and Thursday because we have the same break in classes on those days. He takes me home from parties, he was always the designated sober, Mark couldn’t take me home if he wanted to because we always got crossed together. I said I would wear one of Eric’s jerseys before me and Mark started dating, obviously now I would wear Mark’s jersey.

So that’s what I told him. I said those exact words to Mark, maybe a few differences here and there but still the same points being made. We discussed everything more, I had to reassure Mark that there truly was nothing going on between me and Eric, and that there never had been in the past, a couple of times but I didn’t mind. I wanted Mark to know how I truly felt about him, even if we had only known each other for a little over two months.

“Alright, can I see those photos you’ve been taking of me?”

“Kiss you once ‘cause I know you had a long night. Kiss you twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause you waited your whole life.”

That next weekend I found myself sitting in the stands of Yost with Hannah on my side, I was wearing one of Mark’s jerseys and Hannah was wearing one of Johnny’s. I made a mental note to get coffee with her soon so we could properly dish about our love lives and other things we can’t do around our boyfriends.

Michigan won their game, but it wasn’t a pretty win. Mark had gotten two penalties and it was a win in overtime. While waiting outside the backdoors with Hannah we noticed some of the guys trickling out, all smiling at us, some greeting us with words and asking us how we’re doing. It wasn’t until Johnny walked out that Hannah left me on my own. I was a little confused on what was taking Mark so long, had he walked past me and I didn’t even realize? I drove myself here so it wasn’t like I was waiting for him to drive me back or anything, he never explicitly asked me to meet him after the game. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening, the person walking out making me smile as I walked up towards them.

“Where is Mark? Did he leave already?” I asked Eric as I finally stood in front of him.

“Hello to you too Y/n.” I gave a fake laugh, urging Eric to tell me where the hell my boyfriend was. “He is still inside, should be coming out soon though. Want me to wait with you?”

I smiled at his offer, but declined it, telling him I would text him when I got back to my dorm for the night. There was definitely going to be a party thrown to celebrate the win tonight, but I didn’t feel like going and I was hoping Mark felt the same way.

After giving Eric a hug goodbye I waited about five more minutes before the familiar face of my boyfriend began to approach me.

“Hey babe, sorry for taking so long. Tough game, I’m really glad you were able to make it. Did you have fun?” He asked, wrapping his arms around me. The last question was slightly muffled due to his head being nuzzled into my neck. I didn’t answer though, well not immediately. I pulled away from his embrace and leaned up to kiss him, a sigh of relief fell from his mouth as he reciprocated the kiss. It wasn’t a heated make out, nothing scandalous, just an intimate and slow kiss that expressed the feelings we felt for each other. As I pulled away to catch my breath, which Mark quietly whined about, I informed him that I had a lot of fun and that I will definitely be attending more games of his in the future. Mark smiled at that and I couldn’t help but kiss him again, and once more when we made it to my car.

“What’s with all the kisses? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked once I handed him my keys so that he could drive.

“I don’t know, I just feel like kissing you right now.” My answer was the truth, as embarrassing as it felt to say it.

“Well then let’s skip the actual party and bring ours back to your place?” I giggled at what Mark was implying, but nodded nonetheless.

“Hannah is gonna be with Johnny at the party for a couple hours.”

“Let’s go.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

“Mark, I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it.” I glared at his attitude before going to open the small box.

“Oh Mark, this is beautiful.” It was a ring, silver, but it looked like an origami heart. Lately Mark had been getting more creative with the rings he would make at restaurants, drawing hearts or writing cute little notes, about a month ago he began attempting to fold the straw wrappers into shapes. None of them ever turned out the way he wanted them too, so now he got me one that was perfect, even if he didn’t make it. “I love it.” I love you. “You’re really stepping up your ring game lately Estapa.”

“Just wait until I propose.”

“I want to drive away with you, I want your complications, I want your dreary Mondays, wrap your arms around me baby boy.”

“Let’s just run away together.”

“Mark, what? No.”

Things have been pretty stressful lately. My classes were whooping my ass, Mark was feeling a lot of stress while approaching the frozen four tournament.

“I can’t handle the pressure of this. What if we get bumped out in the semifinals again, I want to win so badly Y/n.”

“Mark, all that matters is that you do your best. It’s a team effort, you can’t put all the weight on yourself. It’s okay to feel a little worried, but you can’t let it get to you, that will only affect your game and then your fears will come true.” I told him, reaching over to grab his hand from across the table we sat at and giving him a small, but reassuring, smile.

“I love you.”

I froze, I didn’t know what to do. I loved Mark, I knew I did and I had known for quite some time, but hearing those words come out of his mouth, to hear that the boy I love so much loves me as well was too much for me to handle. I wanted to yell, to scream out that I loved him too, but for some reason on this damn Monday afternoon I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I hadn’t realized how long I was silent until I fully looked at Mark, sitting there the most vulnerable I had seen anyone, and crying. Shit he was crying.

“Mark I–”

“No I get it, if you don’t love me back. That’s ok, we haven’t been together for that long.” A lie, we had been together for over a year. “-I’m sorry for saying that.”

“Mark, don't apologize for saying what you’re feeling.” Why the hell could I not tell him I loved him, it’s just three words, but they just couldn’t find their way out of my mouth. His crying increased, he was almost full on sobbing right now, it broke my heart.

“Please don’t cry baby.” I reached out for him, but he winced away. “I love you too.”

“Don’t just say that, don’t lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying to you, I love you. I have for a long time, since you got me my ring.” I sighed, reaching out for him once again, praying he wouldn’t shy away from me again, he didn’t. “Mark, I quite literally froze when you told me you loved me. To hear that you love me back, Mark, it makes me so happy. I’m sorry I didn’t say it back fast enough, I can’t imagine how you were feeling.” Mark smiled at my words, I could see the tension releasing from his shoulders.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too, Y/n”

We both broke out into a fit of giggles, Mark made his way around the table and wrapped his arms around me.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. That’s right, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

Me and Mark were out celebrating my college graduation, he flew in from Vegas to watch me accept my diploma. The past year we had gone long distance, I went to Vegas for his NHL debut and we were both home for the holidays, but other than that our relationship took place through a screen. It wasn’t ideal, but we got through it.

“Mark, can you order for me? Just my usual, I need to use the restroom.” Unsurprisingly we went to our favorite diner, the one we frequented a lot when both of us were living in Ann Arbor.

I came back to the table to see that our waitress had brought over the milkshakes we ordered. The scene was very similar, but one thing was different.

“No ring today Estapa? Are you trying to let me down gently?” I joked, a little confused seeing that the wrappers from the straws that sat in our drinks were crumpled up together

“I thought you might like a ring made out of a different material.” Mark stated before moving out of his booth seat and shifting onto one knee. The confusion in my face faded once I realized what he was doing. Oh my god.

“Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I thank god everyday that you didn’t trust Nolan’s weed enough to smoke it without having a taste tester. I love you so much, I love everything about you, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody but you.” Tears began to fill my eyes, I could see them filling Mark’s too. “Y/n, will you marry me?” I knew it was coming, but I still gasped. The ring was beautiful, an exact replica of the ring I designed for fun two years ago, telling Mark to take a mental picture of it for the future, I guess he actually did it.

“YES!”

“Paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams, you’re the one I want.”

“I can’t believe you kept all of these.”

Our wedding had just ended, I was officially married to Mark, Y/n Estapa. It was a beautiful ceremony, the reception lasted almost six hours. If asked what was my favorite part of my wedding, other than officially becoming Mark’s wife, it was the picture frames placed all around the venue with pictures of me, or Mark, or me and Mark, and along with it was a paper ring, dated from that same day the picture was taken.

“You kept every single ring you made me?”

“I’m a little offended that you never kept them, but it made my surprise all the more better.”

“I have a surprise for you too, but you can’t see it until we get to the room, which we can’t go to until everyone has left…”

“EVERYBODY OUT, THANK YOU FOR COMING, LEAVE NOW PLEASE!”

“You’re the one I want.”

***

Note: Not proofread, because that's for losers. My brother graduated college today and I wrote this while sitting through that long ass ceremony so idk if this is good or not, tell me if it sucks tell me if you love it idc just any type of feedback is greatly appreciated. Also ik that Mark isn’t drafted (I don’t think he is, if he is then whoops) but I used Vegas because of that instagram post. Love y’all, have a great day.

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #nhl imagine #fanfiction #fluff #nhl fluff #ahonice writes #ahonice #x reader #mark estapa x reader

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alchemists-eve · 10 months

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You laid, wreathed in the comfort and warmth of your bed, mounds of pillow and blankets swamping your body. Plastic ivy hung from the ceiling. A small altar displayed your camera gear. Your ceiling fan remained still and so did the air in your room. Billows of smoke suspended in the afternoon sun.

Posters and pictures covered your walls. Your worn and tired eyes glancing over each as your mind recounted a thousand memories. Thoughts spiraled in your head. You catch yourself. Remind yourself it’s okay. Then roll over and stare out the window.

The tree catches your attention. The way the sun shone unevenly through the leaves and- Someone knocked at your door.

“Erstwhile?”

Fuck.

“It’s been days,” the voice worried, “could you please come out?”

Rolling over to face the door that the voice was bothering you from, you carried your momentum through the form of a pillow, throwing it. The pillow struck its target with a gentle THUB of acknowledgement before returning to the floor.

“Can I at least come in?”

You inhale sharply, coiling up and rubbing your face. “Fine!” you shout, “see me at my worst” Your tone was half joke but you couldn’t deny you had been better.

You still don’t fully know how you got home. You still don’t fully know how you survived. You still can’t get the thought of Kata out of your mind.

You haven’t seen Sexcrus since that day either. And his superhero escapades have completely stopped too.

The door was thrown open by your housemate, Sarah. The woman stood in the door frame, arms crossed, with an intensity you knew was more complex than anger. As much smoke as possible be-lined to fill the clean air behind her. You smiled sarcastically.

“I know you’re going through something. But it was your turn to do the dishes two days ago, and you’re not talking. So either explain yourself, or get us something to eat off of.”

“i’m sorry.” you sobbed.

Her character broke immediately as she threw herself to the foot of your bed. “Oh fuck. It’s really bad.”

You slowly nodded.

“Come on.” she said, slowly freeing you from the blanket. She revealed your miserable writhing form, exposing you directly to the sun’s light. It was wonderfully warm in a way the blanket was not. And like a cat in the sun you uncoiled yourself.

Sarah sat you down on the couch, wrapped you once more in your blanket. Damien, your other housemate, was sat beside you watching TV. You watched along in silence.

“Where you been?” he abruptly asked

“around.” you whisper.

He turned to look at you, ran his eyes up and down, and turned back to the TV. “You smell like weed.”

Sarah returned with a cup of coffee, and handed it to you.

“I don’t like weed.” Damien continued, “It smells.”

“you smell.” you mocked in a tiny voice.

Without breaking eye contact with the TV, he flailed his arm at you, whacking you gently on the leg and you smile for the first time in a week.

You turn to look back at Sarah, “thank you.”

***Next Part******Previous Part***

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aajjks · 3 months

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im so sorry you guys!! there’s been so much drama at my job lately. 😅🩷 thanks for being patient with me. here you gooo!!

NWO!JK

all thoughts, concerns—everything leaves your mind when jungkook shyly tells you that he asked morgan out on a date. the french fries you were chewing on goes down the wrong pipe upon hearing the news and jungkook quickly hands you his cup of water while eunwoo vigorously pats your back.

“Woah yn you alright?”

“do i LOOK like i’m alright, jungkook?” you wheeze before taking a large gulp of water from his straw. “looks like you’re choking to me” jokes eunwoo and neither you or jungkook laughs at his obvious joke.

you wanna scream and shout at jungkook for asking mj out but this is all your fault and as his friend, you may have to take your ‘L’ this time. barging in on his date would be so childish of you and despite your blatant jealousy, if it makes him happy then you suppose you’ll be happy too.

“ehem, as i was saying” you take another sip from jungkook’s cup before continuing. “I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOUUU!!!!! you guys make such…you guys are cute, i guess”

“doesn’t this mean you’ll get to be with the cool clique? you’ll go to the frat parties and smoke weed with the jocks”

“let’s not get too carried away. we still have to approve of her” you say with folded arms as you open your safari app only to be met with hundreds of links pertaining to spider-man’s alliance with the black cat.

“this is so annoying. none of this would be happening if the police would just do their jobs”

eunwoo rolls his eyes. “why are you so anti-spider-man y/n? he’s a hero”

“no he’s not. he’s a vigilante and i’m not anti bug guy, i just don’t care for him. he’s doing a good thing but i literally can’t watch my youtube videos without an ad popping up about this web swinging wannabe. it’s annoying!”

“one day you’ll meet spider-man and see how cool he really is”

“doubt it. spider-man doesn’t give a shit about me and i know how to kick ass just fine”

“it’ll happen. just you wait”

“in my dreams, maybe”

~🫧

Yes, it’s important that you guys will approve of Morgan. It’s not really a date But just a friendly dinner.

And he can’t help with the way his heart really breaks when you say don’t care about Spider-Man, what makes you hate him so much? Jungkook is so sad. out of all people you hate Spider-Man…

Well, at least he has eunwoo’s support. “Wow yn that’s not true! Spider-Man cares about y- I-I mean everyone!” Jungkook pouts. “And it’ll happen, not just in your dreams!” Jungkook smiles at you.

And that’s when he remembers.

“I can’t wait to go home because my aunt has probably arrived here in Seoul!!!!” Jungkook giggles. And you both are genuinely happy to hear that because you both adore his aunt too.

“BROO THAT MEANS I’LL COME OVER TO YOUR APARTMENT BECAUSE SHE COOKS DELICIOUS MEALS!” Eunwoo winks.

“I don’t think she will recognize you because you have gotten more handsome because you used to be so ugly.” Jungkook teases eunwoo.

“But yn is allowed anytime.” He winks at you.

•••

“숙모!!!!!” Jungkook yells her name the first thing he gets into his apartment. He excitedly looks all over the small living room and he smells something delicious cooking from the kitchen.

“KOOKIE!!!! IM HERE!” Jungkook throws his bag on the ground and runs into the kitchen. “숙모!!!” He cries out as he pulls her in a tight hug.

“Awww my love.” She coos, the spatula still in her hand. “oh so you got my letter and the keys didn’t you?” He hugs her, speaking softly.

“Yes! I arrived two hours ago.” She rubs his back. “Look at you kookie- you’ve gotten even more handsome.” Jungkook giggles again.

“숙모!!! I actually have to go have dinner with a friend at 7.. I’ll be home soon though DONT worry!” He breaks the hug as he informs her of his schedule. “And I have a part time job at the nearest pizza place.” He scratches his head. “I gotta leave in hand and hour first the shift!”

•••

Oh, he’s getting scolded AGAIN. Jungkooks got a helmet on his head as he listens to his manager nag at him for being late at work again.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? JEON! YOU DELIVER THIS PIZZA RIGHT NOW! IF YOU ARE LATE? IM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

Jungkook tries to save his face from getting spat on because he’s such an aggressive person. “Y-Yes Mr Wang.” He grabs the pizzas from the counter. “I-I’ll go deliver the pizzas!”

Jungkook takes the keys of the scooter and saves his ass.

•••

He barely manages to make it home at 6:30. And he gets inside. “HEY 숙모!!!! I’ll go in my room to shower, can I get my favorite banana milk please?” Jungkook says while running to his room.

He needs to get decent for his dinner with Morgan.

#ask: nwo!jungkook #sorry it got a little long #also ITS OK DW ABOUT IT x

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nami-lvr · 1 year

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Correct OP: Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Ft: Shanks, Law, Ace, Sabo, Marco, Smoker, and princess Vivi

A/N: I love everyone on this list like for real come kiss me Vivi 🙁🙁 SHANKS TOO. HE IS SO FINE. SO IS ACE. LIKE GYYYYYAT!! Next part is Enel, Katakuri, Big Mom, Kidd, Arlong, and Yamato (last part)

Shanks

Loud ass snoring

Does not care

Aaabsolutley pulls bitches

Marines or not marines

Paints his nails the brightest most noticeable colors

Bright yellow

Hot pink

Neon green

Absolutely outstanding father

10/10 dad

The one you call to get drunk or high or cross faded with

Would deal his kids weed to make sure they stay safe

Would also give alcohol recommendations

all when they’re legally allowed ofc

Law

Definitely

A lil fruitcake

Sorry to all Law simps but he is AroAce and atp it’s cannon

Would not be into romance at all

Ever

He would definitely read gay dirty books though

“I WAS JUST CURIOUS-“

Boooo lame excuse

Ok gay ass 🥸

Would dress like a teen boy trying to be cool

Would be an outstanding father if he ever had kids

Would be so into Star Trek not even joking

Speaking Klingon and allat

Stoner

WEED SMOKER

Is a Math/Science kinda smart guy

Ace

I do not give a single shit what this GIF looks like

Ace has a hooked nose

And crooked teeth

And heterochromia

One green eye one brown eye type shit

Is color blind

The green and red kind

Can not drive

Do not let him behind the wheel

Please

Got that greasy hair

That unwashed stench

Overgrown armpit hair

Has a forest under there

A REALLY GOOD LOOKING HAPPY TRAIL ☹️☹️

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GOOD HIS HAPPY TRAIL LOOKS I SWEAR TO YOU

Sabo

This motherfucker is inSANE

Bro needs to go back to the mental health institution

Has a gold tooth

Has cologne on always

And it smells so good

Doesn’t brush his hair

But its fine bc he really pulls off the messy look

Tried to grow a beard and it did not look good

Is very organized

Is insecure about his scars

(Secretly) looks at guys

Not so secretly looks at girls

Is definitely bisexual

TRANSGENDER

Choked on the devil fruit when he ate it

Messy eater

CROOKED NOSE

It’s basically facts that the ASL brothers have crooked noses

Except for Ace with his hooked nose

Can speak Spanish but not Portuguese

Loser can’t speak the language he grew up around 💀💀

Marco

Just GET A DIFFERENT BARBER GYAT DAMN 😭😭

At least get a fade

Has male pattern baldness

Knows his hair is bad (doesn’t care)

Has cavities

Doesn’t floss

Does not wear deodorant

would definitely dress grungy

And or punk

And have a mohawk sometimes ;p

And think he’s the shit

When he needs to fix that GODDAMN HAIR

He would be gay

Oh my god how gay he would be

Has SEX

This guy FUCKS

Idk how but I feel like he pulls some major bitches

Smoker

TBH I would fuck him and I’m literally asexual

So yk this dude is getting it on

Has tried to smoke 20 cigars at once

Succeeded somehow

Type of guy to say “I bet five dollars that___” and always lose

But does it anyways

GOD at rock paper scissors

You may win the first time you play him, but that’s because he’s watching your tactics

Sneaky little bastard

Straight and Cis but fully supports the LGBTQIA+

“They don’t bother me, and even if a queer person did bother me, it would only be that specific one. Not all of them.”

It makes no sense how people get bullied for things they can’t control

Very stand up kinda guy

Beats up bullies type of fella

Princess Vivi

She is so fine istg

She would for sure pull

Would have an unbelievably dark past by age 30

God of never have I ever

Would just own everyone in it

The coolest backstory

Paints her nails to match her hair

Looks really good in modest dresses

She’s Hispanic

Not sorry

For real she is

I think she would really like cats

Keeps in contact with the strawhats

Buys them things and all that

Gives them supply crates like food and fresh ingredients

Really likes working with kids

Would be an amazing and patient teacher

Would have a really good singing voice

Looks absolutely amazing in white

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hopelessromanticstrawberry · 8 months

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unboxing sexual trauma part 2–

So I haven’t spoken abt the indirect sexual abuse like, having old men leer at me, being cat called every time I walked to school when I was 8 years old. it was constant, I started to wear boys clothes and didn’t want to be a girl anymore even though I loved pink and cute things and I loved being girly.

The actual direct abuse, alright.

So I had that first bad relationship that ended my freshman year, dated an 18 year old next when I was 15. He was some nerdy music theater guy, stubborn, and prone to insulting — think stereotypical Boston family, like he moved to my city later on in life. We’d play videogames together, but honestly without choir and theater we had virtually nothing in common. But I liked feeling like someone loved me, and he was mean to everyone but me which made me feel special. He also was short, unintimidating, and funny. He wasn’t attractive to me, but I figured I wanted a nice guy who cares about looks didn’t Marge Simpson love Homer? yeah. The damage psychologically was already done. Things ended bc we had no chemistry and I still held out for 3 months of dating, he also saw my severe self harm scars and cried. We broke up shortly after I told him I had some trauma around sex and wanted to take things slow. He told me his last girlfriend cheated on him too. We probably were better off friends anyways, when we kissed it felt like I was kissing a family member on the cheek. Like zero sparks.

I don’t know why I included that ^^^ but im sharing a lifetime of my bullshit right now so bear with me

The next guy I dated was pretty quickly, he’d been an outlier on my big friend group since middle school. I was such a sucker for shojo like anime tropes. He had pined after me for years, given me gifts and always praised me. I thought he looked like a troll. He ended up working out and clearing his acne a little, he grew a little taller (still only like 5’6 but im 5’1) he started dressing a little nicer and being less whiny. He liked anime, I liked anime, he said he liked gaming (but usually I was the one hijacking his Skyrim account and gaming all night bc he didn’t actually game), we both did choir and he conveniently was always around to help. Finally my junior year I was 16, this was the age id always told myself I wanted to lose my v card. I didn’t want to wait too long bc then it would be an even bigger deal, my friends were losing theirs, I didn’t want to be like the weird one. I also started smoking weed and drinking a little bit, starting to go to parties and join social circles more legitimately. I also was more attractive, most everyone forgot the “shitty lay” and “she’s pregnant” rumors from freshman year. People weren’t so mean to me and the popular boys were starting to ask me out, I genuinely thought they were joking I was so defensive and id be a mean bitch. It felt good to be cruel to the people who were cruel to me. Lowkey it’s embarrassing but I gave tsundere vibes and I was proud of it, I felt cool for being one of the only kids smoking weed and id come to school late and stoned every day. One of the people who smoked me up for the first time was abusive ex 2, id originally planned to do all this stuff with a hotter friend but he went to a different school and we couldn’t coordinate. Ugly abusive ex 2 was my chemistry tutor so i had a handful of late FaceTimes and study halls with him. Then abusive ex 2 started to take me on dates, smoke me out, he spent like $50-100 every week taking me out and doing things with me, it was textbook lovebombing but to me I just thought he was trying to impress me after wanting me for so long.

Smugly, I brought up that id wanted to try sex with a friend just to get it out of the way. He was a virgin, I liked that, and he had an objectively bigger dick than I would’ve expected. Still never got much experience to know where it fell on a scale but yeah. I wanted no strings attached. I was the first to give a blowjob, it was kinda weird but not terrible. He came in like 30 seconds. But when it was his turn to go down on me bc he obviously wanted more, he made a stank face when he saw my pussy (an outie) and commented that I didn’t shave (just trimmed) before I could react he jams a finger in roughly, and tries to finger blast me like they do in porn while grossly licking everywhere but the clit. He didn’t like to eat pussy and told me every time after if I asked… I bled and it lasted maybe 3 or 5 minutes before he asked if I came. I said “I don’t know” and shakily got dressed. He reassured me we would learn to have better sex, I felt gross and regretted my choice. But then he doubled down on the gifts, on letting me crash at his house (my home life was chaotic to say the least), always getting me takeout or Starbucks or whatever I asked for every day, he gave me a big chunk of weed in a heart shaped jar and never told me no. My friends started to comment and how romantic it was and how I should give him a chance, he’s a nice guy. We had mid tier oral sex and smoked weed every day after school, I told him I didn’t want to have penetrative sex for a while and he was actually ok with it. When I was drunk on prom night we ended up having penetrative sex, it hurt and sucked and lasted about 1 minute. I felt dirty and weird after. I drunkenly took my makeup off and wondered if everyone enjoyed sex bc I didn’t think I did. I can’t tell you when it turned volatile exactly but he was porn brained, once we started having sex sex he told me about his kinks and we would try them, unsafely with no safe word, no foreplay, no after cuddles. I felt like a sex toy, and by this point id moved in full time because my parents didn’t want me at home. I don’t think I had a real orgasm the entire time, maybe a few times when I didn’t look at his face and fantasized about other men/women. Then he started to like slap me without warning in sex, or choke me incorrectly while my face turned purple. It was like violent things were the only things he could get off too. I felt like I was complacent but curious, I’d explore being “kinky”, is this what that was? We had such frequent aggressive sex, i had such low esteem just to feel desired made me tolerate a lot more than I should’ve. He started calling me a bitch and then the disrespect trickled into our real life as soon as I moved in. He knew I was more or less powerless and I didn’t have the esteem to leave. He would nit pick everything about me, and on top of that he was gross! I would tell him to stop being such a pig and a slob but he just told everyone I was a nag. Him and his alcoholic mom would gang up on me when he and I argued. I remember wanting to leave and every time I did the love bombing would continue, I wanted to be loved so badly… he would have sex with me when I was too fucked up to say yes, he would get off to me crying or gagging or choking, he liked to hit me. He liked anal sex. He liked calling me a bitch and being extremely rough. This was like… my only sex experiences so far. Then the rumors are that im kinky, im daddy issues, im slutty … it didn’t feel good and i felt trapped. I thought i had no other place to turn.

While a lot of those things could be considered sexual coercion rape (like anytime he was horny he expected sex and would threaten to kick me out if I didn’t) the times he actually raped me were terrible.

One time when we had argued at his house and i broke up with him he overpowered me in a physical fight ripped my clothes off and started fucking me, I went numb. Dissociated so hard I stayed the night just staring at the wall. He locked me in his room and wouldn’t let me leave many times, he told everyone I was crazy and left me with very few friends

He asked for anal and I said ok let’s try, he wasn’t gentle and he didn’t stop when I said no or slow down. He just kept fucking me roughly, it was like he got off to me hurting, similarly the first time we did anal the same thing happened except he used tingling lube that made it burn all the worse. My asshole tore and bled every time.

Made me blow him for 40+ minutes until my knees bled from the rough floor

He was having sex with me and I wanted to stop, he choked me until I was losing consciousness and slapped me until my ears were ringing not even hitting my face but the side of my ear. He said it was hot when I cried.

I had taken xanax and fallen asleep in bed, I had taken very strong triple pressed Xanax and it might have been the first time I did it. Although I’ve done xans since and even after a year long break wasn’t this fucked up. Idk if it was laced but anyways. I was out and couldn’t wake up. He started fucking me while I was drugged, I said no no no and tried to push him weakly. It felt like knives in my vagina, I was wet with blood bc I was dry when he started jamming it in. I kept blacking in and out I said no stop no. He came in me. I woke up in a puddle of cum and blood. My shirt was torn my panties missing. I couldn’t believe if it was real I felt like throwing up, dry heaved and nothing came out bc I didn’t eat for days. It hurt to pee, I had to strain. I still have to focus to pee now. Blood was on the tissue paper after. I immediately took a Xanax I couldn’t handle processing what happened, I didn’t have another place to stay for the next 2 weeks. I didn’t want to ask for help. I don’t remember much of that week I was doing so many drugs to numb the pain, he fucked me other times but I didn’t feel it or react. I wasn’t in my own body. I wasn’t even me anymore I was so damaged by the experience. Paralyzed. I ended up dumping him at a coffee shop during winter break, he violently raped me maybe two weeks prior. I’d spent time with my friends and out of state family mentally preparing to dump him. He said it was cool bc he wanted to fuck other girls anyways. I felt dirty and used up. I’d just let this ugly troll man abuse me for years, we were together for 2 years.

A week later I dropped out of school, partied every night, moved into a trap house, started dating my current bf I’ve been with for 6 years now.

#diary

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lilalouuxx · 3 years

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More than friends

Fez x y/n

Warning : mention of drugs, swearing.

~imagine your in rues situation, fez refuses to sell you anymore drugs. Your relationship is a bit more complicated though, you’ve never been brother or sister it’s always been more than that so falling out hurts a lot. You see him at a halloween party, its up to you to make it right ending up in feelings being shared~

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you walk out to the backyard, feeling the effects of the alcohol and weed in your system, For once you’re not high on anything else. You immediately see him sitting on the couch, smoking a blunt and serving a customer. You sigh plucking up the courage to walk over.

“Fez” you say quietly sitting down next to him, not too close but enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. He looks up at you “ hey Y/N” he takes in your outfit for a quick second before looking away. You’re only wearing a stupid cat outfit, you didn’t feel like making much of an effort tonight. Fez thought you looked good though, unbeknown to you fez thought you looked good all the time no matter what you wore.

“ look, I’m really fucking sorry for what I said to you” you say it fast like ripping off a bandaid, you had trouble apologising but when it came to fez you just wanted to make it right.

He blows out the smoke from his blunt “ look its cool, I didn’t take it personally. You’re a drug addict Y/N, I don’t take nothing a drug addict says personally. One minute you love me then the next you hate me, It’s just part of it. “

You smile and nod taking in his words. “ so… you don’t hate me for what I said?” You ask quietly

He looks at me and frowns a little “ hate you? Nah you know I could never hate you” he says with softness In his eyes “ look I wasn’t trying to be a dick but I don’t want you taking that stuff, I ain’t gon be selling to you no more” he then takes another hit of his blunt looking away. “ I can’t let you destroy yourself with that shit”

“ I know, I do appreciate it. Maybe it will help me get clean you know? If they’re not so easy to get”

Fez nods “ you had anything tonight?”

You shake your head looking at him “ nope, just some weed”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles “ shit, gotta say I’m surprised. How you feeling?”

“ to be honest not that bad, think the alcohol is helping though “

He nods “ I’m proud of you Y/N” he says scratching the back of his neck as he does. Something he did when he was nervous

“ really?” You ask

“ yeah, I mean. I know how hard it is for a drug addict to stay clean so” you just nod In response

“ thank you, and thanks for not.. you know selling me drugs” you laugh

He laughs along with you “ it’s all good.” His laugh dies down a bit “ but does this mean I won’t see you no more?” He asks looking at you again.

You frown “ shit I didn’t think about that… “ you say suddenly coming to the realisation, you didn’t like the thought of not seeing fez and his little brother ashtray who you’ve grown to love, both in different ways. “ no I’ll still come to the store to see you and ash, I’ll buy some ice cream or something. I’ll still come everyday if you want ” You say with a smile.

“ yeah that would be nice, ash likes having you around,I mean shit I’m sure I can put up with your company if I have to” he says laughing

“ fez! “ you say, lightly smacking his arm “ you obviously want me around otherwise you wouldn’t of said anything you dick”

“ yeah yeah I’m joking, I mean.. If you want you could always run the tills with me at the store, make some money”

You quickly look at him “ wait really? You’d do that? “

He nods “ of course, keeps you out of trouble then, gives you something to keep you busy.” You smile at his words “ plus… would be nice to have something good to look at all day if you know what I mean” he says, again scratching the back of his neck. You begin to feel heat crawling up your neck, your face now going a little red. But with the alcohol In your system your feeling a little more confident than usual.

“ fez… you sayin you think I’m pretty? “

He chuckles “ you know damn well what I think about you and it ain’t just that you’re pretty”

Your face goes even redder “ oh…” is all you can manage to say.

“ come on now, don’t be acting stupid. You know I’ve always had something for you, we’ve never been just friends that’s bullshit”

“ I mean yeah but why didn’t you say anything before?” You ask facing him

“ never mix business and relationships, I don’t do nothing with my clients. It becomes messy”

“ know from experience?” You ask curious

“ yeah but we ain’t gon talk bout that” Fez never shared much about his past with girls so you was curious when he said that but you decide to not push him for that information now, that can wait till another day.

“ hmm okay so now that I’m not your client, what benefits does that include”

“ shit I don’t know, whatever you want Y/N. you can come back to mine once I’ve finished up with business. We can chill and shit. Ash won’t be there “

“ okay Fezco the romantic” you say then shuffle next to him more, leaning your head down on his shoulder. You know that you’d both rather save any sort of intimacy for when you’re in private so you decide this small gesture is enough for now which you could tell he appreciated, fez has always been a private person.

“ well you know me I’m full of surprises baby” he says shrugging his shoulders whilst laughing. He then puts him arm around you and kissing the top of your head then takes another hit of his blunt, passing it to you after. You both sit there for the rest of the night comfortable with just each other drinking and smoking, fez serving customers every now and then but once they were gone his attention was straight back on you like you were the only person that mattered.

#euphoria #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #euphoria fez #Fezco x y/n #fez euphoria

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royalty-subway · 3 years

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Hi! It’s the anon of the Zoroark ask. I was reading the headcanons (witch I loved❤️) and thought… what about a s/o with a Sneasler?

Oof. Oddly enough, I like Sneasler as much as I like Hisuian Zorua. They’re probably my favorite Pokemons from the game-

I always found Sneasler the kind of Pokemon that’s sassy (and maybe mischievous) as shit. But like, also funny because they have some sort of sense of humor. Kinda like how I portrayed Emmet, but one of them smokes weed and doesn't have God-like powers. But like, they’re both silly and chill with everything.

Sordward

… This thing actually behaves like a Sonic the Hedgehog character. It even looks like one. It looks like someone’s fursona or at least furry bait in some way-

Okay, if we’re being real. The Pokemon does intrigue him. Since he has never seen it before. Your Sneasler probably ended up cutting his hair with their claws because they thought it was a toy thing (by the way it moved whenever he did something). Of course he’s pretty upset about it, but eh, what can he do?

Of course, he’ll treat them nicely. Like, grooming their fur or playing with them. Although, your Sneasler can still be an ass to him because of their sassy and smoking weed bullshit-

But hey, he still likes them. Wait… IT’S PART POISON-TYPE?! JESUS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HIM THAT BEFOREHAND?! HE FEARS THAT CERTAIN TYPE YOU ASSHOLE- (this is probably payback for everything he did-)

I mean, okay. It’s fine. But he feels like those long claws of theirs can poison him if dug under his skin. And yet, your Sneasler is domesticated. Like, it wouldn’t do such. So he supposes that there’s nothing to fear here?

Shielbert

… Okay, so he’s probably a bit nervous around this Pokemon. Mainly because they're tall, has big and sharp claws, it’s a Pokemon that he has never seen before, and it’s a furry-

Of course it’s based on a Sneasel. He knows that. But like, why does it look so different and purple? Wait… is this what Ingo was talking about? A giant purple humanoid cat that he had to look over? Huh. So do they still exist or…?

Like, as mentioned, the Pokemon is just very tall and has pretty big claws (it looks like it’s for climbing stuff or attacking Pokemons). But I mean, they still look polite- (aside from them probably running towards a wall and then using their claws to climb it aggressively-)

The cat probably mocks or teases him for being nervous or shy around them- (or whenever he’s shy around you, they just like to mess with him. Like, Sneasler looks like the kind of Pokemon that teases people for being shy or having a crush on someone-)

But like, he’s still nice around them. He’s still willing to give them small gifts and grooming their fur (or that weird feather thing on its head). And like, hold their claws or something. Funny enough, he didn’t know that their claws are tipped with poison so… (don’t worry, he’s okay-)

Emmet

Omg, you have a very tall Sneasel- (okay joke, Ingo told him about his own Sneasler so he knows what that is, he just hasn’t seen one in person, and Ingo always referred to it as “Lady Sneasler” which sounds like a simp thing to say. But it’s a Pokemon-)

Like, this thing actually behaves like a cat (I mean, it’s a cat or a weasel, I think-) so he gets along with them pretty nicely. Like, playing with cat toys and such. Start a war with other cats. The usual.

Honestly, this man is pretty affectionate with any Pokemons. And because this thing is a cat gives him more of an excuse to do so- (doesn’t matter if it’s poisonous, he’s immune-)

Dude will probably give this thing anything that screams “hot topic”. Like, those black necklaces and rings for their claws. That kind of thing. I mean, if it does make them happy-

But he has a question for you, or your Sneasler. Do you guys have like, purple Sneasels? He’s asking because his brother kinda wants a reminder of his own Sneasler. And he thought that maybe you can spare one if you have any. Or at least direct him to where you found them. Or just show your Sneasler to Ingo, whatever works.

Ingo

Funny enough, Sneasler is perhaps the only Pokemon he can recall clearly when he was in Hisui. Aside from Gliscor, kinda. But perhaps it’s because he had to deal with one-

I think the only difference is that his Sneasler was taller and a girl (if yours isn’t, of course). His Sneasler… is difficult to explain. Imagine a very clippy and memey mascot for a company, but very chill, that’s basically her.

But eh, I suppose that doesn’t matter now. He treats your Sneasler like he did with his (because they remind him of her). He mostly just let his Sneasler do what it wanted until it wanted his attention. Like, asking for pets or playing with toys. So same thing here.

… Funny enough, his Sneasler and the Sneasels sort of dislike those who have hats. Or at least it seemed like it because they kept on stealing or removing his hat. Or maybe that’s part of the humor thing- (it would be funny if your Sneasler did the same thing-)

… Huh. Now he can’t tell if he’s happy or sad because of this Sneasler of yours. Like, he really does miss his Sneasler. And he sort of wishes to have some sort of memory or souvenir of them. So… I suppose this Sneasler of yours will do. Which is a good thing. Thanks for making him happy again-

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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fratboy/stoner armin!! in love with how you write asshole! armin ❤

Thank you for your request! I feel I didn’t do a good job with this one, so I will probably go back later and rewrite it. (And I really appreciate your feedback <3 I hope this dose of asshole!armin will satisfy your needs haha)~

MINORS DNI! Ft. NSFW TOPICS (weed, one mention of vomit, and sex (groping, drunk noncon), mentions of religion, one mention of sexaul assault).

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who dresses like a gentleman - wearing white shorts and a white button-up collared shirt under a cerulean sweater that compliments his mesmerizing blue eyes as well as a dainty silver watch on his left wrist and always comes to class with a freshly shaven face and cologne that is just a little too “manly” for him - but acts like a complete hooligan, making inappropriate jokes in class, pranking innocent passersby on campus, and getting black-out drunk at frat parties every Friday night.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who looks so poised and has such a refined posture, having enough manners (like holding the door open) to swoon enough girls but is such a menace when it comes to anything serious… like being harshly shushed in the library because he was being too loud or skipping finals to go on a spontaneous road trip with his frat buddies then sending an email to his professor saying he was sick, even printing out a fake doctor’s note, or pranking the sorority across the street by TPing their house or even how he can’t seem to care less when the police ruthlessly question him because there have been so many reports of sexual assault done by his frat friends.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who thinks he is so smart because he’s a business major and genuinely believes he is better than everyone else because he gets out of class to go to all these events even though he is undoubtedly one of the most irresponsible and reckless people on campus… having unprotected sex with countless unfortunate women who have fallen for his false compliments, throwing parties that become too big for him to handle - so loud the police become involved, so messy with red cups littering the floor and vomit being found in every trashcan in the house - and failing nearly every class he’s in because “it’s too easy for me, my advisor put me in the wrong class, and the teacher is an old hag.”

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin whose backpack is filled with anything but college textbooks and notebooks, like a chewed pencil, three packs of condoms, some headphones, and an energy drink.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who swears he’s being a good boy when his rich parents who are on their abroad trip ask him how he’s doing over the phone but is actually spending most of his weekly allowance buying weed and smoking it with his frat buddies, who often gets into intense fights with them because he “knows he had two ounces left, but now he only has one,” and who shows up to class high the few times he does actually decide to go - eyes red, a constant small smirk, can’t stop rambling about useless things.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who walks together with his big group of frat friends, taking up large amounts of room on the sidewalk and in restaurants, cat-calling girls they think look fuckable and loudly mocking those who look prude.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who has a main Instagram where he looks so well-mannered, posting pictures with his family or his frat buddies when they go on a trip together but also has a secret Instagram where he posts thirst traps, follows barely clothed women, and stalks accounts of girls who go the same college as him, even DMing the men at your college to see if they have your nudes.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who knows how handsome he is, who knows how easy it is to make your knees weak and your heart flutter when he looks at you from across the campus soccer field with such intent, biting his lip, maliciously smiling because yet another girl has fallen for his seemingly innocent aura as you excitedly wave at him.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who revels in the fact that he can convince you to do anything. When he’s whining so pathetically in the driver’s seat and pressuring you to just hit the blunt one time while he locks you in his car that’s parked on the far end of the campus parking lot. And you, so submissive and selfless sitting in the passenger seat, not wanting to disappoint him because his frown harshly tugs at your heart, take a hit, choking on the fumes and heart pounding at the unfamiliarity as a warm buzz sets in.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who pressures you to skip class with him so that you both can go to the campus cafeteria and buy an unholy amount of cookies and chips because he’s high and he’s hungry… and now you know why his bedsheets at the frat house reek of weed and why his crusty floor is littered with food wrappers.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who so easily persuaded you to play those type of sexually suggestive games at the weekend frat party where everyone is drunk, breath seething with vodka, and sweatily rubbing up against each other, so horny for a release, and so desperate to feel something besides the headache from the loud music… who you somehow wind up in the closet with, his right arm holding you close against his body as his left hand slithers into your panties and forces itself into your cunt because he wanted you to play ‘seven minutes in heaven.’

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who promises that there’s nothing to be afraid of because he’s ‘secretly a sweetheart’ but calls you his “bitch” and pats his thigh, signaling that he wants you to come sit in his lap so that he can feel you up in front of his friends at the frat party when drinking cheap, shitty beer.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who swears he won’t bite but gets you so drunk at parties that you can’t even tell him no when he takes you upstairs, locks the door, and practically forces his hard, throbbing cock into you while holding you into a mating press, covering your mouth to suppress your cries as his tongue trails your jawline and neck.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who prays before every dinner, keeps a bible in the lowest drawer of his nightstand, and goes to church promptly at 10am every Sunday with his frat buddies despite being hungover. Sitting in the front pews, he listens intently to the preacher, letting the word of God spill into his heart even though he was rigorously fisting his cock the night before to your pictures on Instagram, cumming four times but his balls still swollen and cock still desperate for your messy cunt, having to hold back his needy whimpers each time his slender fingers brisk past his sensitive tip as he imagines your warm, wet tongue licking off the pre-cum.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who invites you to a Sunday lunch with his frat. Of course, he looks so polished: a clean, white button-up with a baby blue sweater hanging around his shoulders and a pair of new Sperrys. When you show him what you’re wearing, he tells you that you could do better as he convinces you to wear something a little low-cut but not too much because he doesn’t want his frat buddies to think he’s dating a slut.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin whose friends look at you like starving dogs when you both finally get to the restaurant, never including you in the conversation except for when they comment on your body and how irresistible it is.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who doesn’t defend you and instead soaks up all of this appraisal.

“Yeah, she’s a good toy to play with,” he proudly smiles while gripping your thigh in his strong, pale hands.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who makes you order a small salad and only allows you to drink water because “you need to watch your figure.”

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who’s the perfect predator, the perfect manipulator. He can do whatever he wants without ever getting caught, howling at the fact that you try to tell advisors or teachers how Armin violated and manipulated you, but they just never believe you. “You’re talking about Armin? Armin Arlert? He would never do anything like that,” they chuckle… because everyone knows Armin’s an angel; he’s part of the frat, so that makes him a good boy, right?

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who you can’t possibly ever escape from because he’s done such a good job at manipulating you to be his little slutty girlfriend, his heaven-like appearance making it impossible for others to believe what a devil he is, isolating you as he convinced all of your friends that you’re just some cock-hungry whore.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who has done such a good job at defiling you, successfully taking your virginity and eagerly pressuring you to do things for him, letting him so easily enter your sloppy cunt as he takes in the sight of your tender breasts, contorted face, and bright red hand imprints on your thighs.

ᵔᴥᵔ Fratboy!armin who despite all the manipulation and sexist comments, you don’t want to leave because he smells so sweet thanks to all the treats he eats; because his arm muscles look so good when he plays golf with his rude friends; because he makes your high from weed more fun as you two cuddle and talk about nonsense; because he is able to bury your shy side and awaken your submissive side as he slowly degrades the human being in you and raises a filthy slut whose pussy he makes so wet, so needy, and so pathetically sloppy.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot x reader #aot

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wolviecore · 3 years

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The lack of bad boy Archie fics is appalling. Here's some headcanos about how I think Archie would've turned out if Mary and Fred shared custody but Mary raised him in Chicago:

Mary and him actually get along well, but mostly because Mary let's him do whatever, whenever he wants ( no shade to Mary but she's not, like... The most active parent)

Archie and Fred not having that much contact? Angst time, but Archie thinks his dad pretty much forgot about him to start his new family in Riverdale with some " juvenile biker gang leader and his own son" which, Archie would've found beyond cool otherwise, but yeah, no. Fred is mostly his backup call for when he needs someone to bail him out that week if Mary isn't available

Archie dyeing his hair black because he thinks it looks more intimidating. Also because KJ Apa with dark hair is a blessing to mankid

ARCHIE WITH TATTOOS

ARCHIE WITH A TONGUE PIERCING

He gets arrested every other week, and Mary has just about had enough, so he proposes him a deal: Either he goes to military school, or he goes to live with his dad for a full year without a single incident occurring.

And hey, it's Riverdale, right? Nothing ever interesting happens in good old boring Riverdale :)))

Fred and FP being thrilled, because well,- maybe this is Fred's chance to reconnect with his son, who's wild and rebellious and just a bit of a delinquent sure, but his son all the same; And it could also be FP's chance to finally meet his step-kid, for Jug to meet his step-brother

Except Archie arrives, and, " hey so let's not get on eachothers' nerves- I'm most likely going to be gone at night and come back in the morning, so you won't see that much of me. You don't bother me I don't bother you, cool? Cool."

Fred calls Mary in the middle of the night when Archie comes home black and blue and half drunk. " Oh, just wait till Saturday. That's the real deal."

Archie avoiding Jug at first because well, - the kid is soft; And he doesn't really want to be responsible because something happened to him while he was following Archie around like a cute puppy

Jug being sad because his cool older brother doesn't seem to like him? A Jug raised by Fred, on the northside would be the softest thing ever okay?

Archie being soft only for his sunshine baby brother and sunshine dad you love to see it

Archie getting into so.many.damn.fights

Angry carrot determined to fight everything with a pulse due to raging anger issues and teenage angst

Archie dragging Jug to parties with him, - " come on, don't be a pussy" " how exactly is comparing me to a cat supposed to motivate me to go with you?"

Archie being like "wtf who raised this kid. Better just keep him close to me and do everything in my power to protect him because I'm that annoyed at him and this whole situation"

Just- cinnamon roll beanie wearing nerd solving cases with his punk rock, ' fuck around and find out' feral older brother, you love to see it

Archie is. A city boy, right? This Northside vs Southside stuff would make no sense AND amuse him to hell and back. " I really couldn't give less of a fuck who wins, I'm just here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time rn"

Archie thinks its so unfair that Jug gets to date a giant serpent guy with the worst scowl he's ever seen, but he's not allowed to have a weed farm and has a curfew. " this house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE "

Can't have shit in Riverdale smh

And it literally works with ANY pairing because bad boy Archie would be smooth as all fuck- just one flirty look from the devil red Cadillac he's very proud of and the riverdale "good kids" are putty in his hands

Barchie: Archie can basically smell the nerves pouring off this pretty blonde girl as he shows him around.

" You ever smoked?" "...I burned myself with a hair curler once?" Archie laughing, taking a drag out of his cigarette and sharing shotgun kisses after getting the green light

Betty chokes in the middle of it and he laughs at her but he IS endeared

Varchie: Veronica isn't exactly a "good kid" per se, but trouble recognizes trouble and Archie really wants to do bad things to her.

She steals his car one day on a dare and he laughs about it because she's ridiculously meticulous about driving laws. " Safety is important!" "Yeah, for the weak. I could take you for a rela drive, when this towns asleep. Though I guess daddy wouldn't like that, would he?"

Archosie: This would be my favorite dynamic with bad boy Archie because first of all, they'd bond over " love is fake, just ask my parents" and escaping through music. Archie thinks Josie is stuck up and overly serious while Josie thinks Archie is a clown who IS talented but not as dedicated as her and the Cats

Enemies to friends to lovers and just,- getting on eachother's nerves as much as their minds

Archie being petty after he didn't get the band audition and drawing graffiti on the town's hall. Josie knows he did it but doesn't snitch because she thinks the drawings were funny

She retaliates by filling his car with dick confetti. " Joke's on you, I'm into that shit"

Josie is the one person besides Jug and Fred whom he apologizes to when he messes up, Steve Harrington style

Archie serenading her during class with inappropriate songs because he likes seeing her flustered

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g0ldengubler · 4 years

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chapter one~one wild night

(*gif made by recsbylotte*)

A/N: I'm so sorry this chapter is so long, but I had to get everything down, I was having too much fun with this concept. Also, please give a listen to the song Nauseous here so you get the full idea of where this story will go and if you like the song, check out Zubin's other songs as well! Highly suggest the song "Backseat" which also has Fantasy Camp! Ok, enjoy :)

Category: Smut

CW: light-ish smut, fingering, alcohol, weed (please smoke responsibly!)

Word Count: 3985

before you read | next chapter

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"Great job everyone!" said Aaron Hotchner to his team.

Everyone in the BAU team gave a small round of applause on their jet, but yours was a bit louder than the rest. This was your first case and you worked so hard to solve it with the team to prove that you deserve to be with them. You wanted this job since you were a little girl. Jason Gideon was holding a class on the basics of profiling with his partner, David Rossi, and you and your dad went because you both loved watching 80's crime and law shows like "Murder, She Wrote" and "Matlock", and from the way your eyes would be glued to the tv, he knew that you wanted to be someone like Jessica Fletcher and her friends at Cabot Cove.

At one point, Gideon asked a question and you answered it right away, which took both of them back a bit, including your dad and everyone else in the room. A ten year old girl, understanding what was being said and not getting scared of the pictures that were shown. You were sure some of them thought of you crazy, but your dad was proud.

After the class, THE Jason Gideon and THE David Rossi came up to the two of you to talk. You were totally fangirling a bit because the two people you looked up to wanted to say how shocked but also kind of happy that someone so young was fascinated with this subject. Rossi told you several years later when you went to one of his book signings, that once you were old enough to give him a call and he'd set some things up to get you into the academy, and that's exactly what happened when you turned 21.

Because of your love of solving crime, you worked hard in school. So much so you were one of the top students. College was no different, and Rossi seemed to notice. He kept tabs on you from time to time to see how you were doing after you emailed him about doing well in high school and your first year of college. During your second year, Rossi asked if you could come to the BAU and talk with him and his coworker, Aaron, who was the team leader. They both agreed that you were incredible in your studies and saw a lot of potential in you. Your dream was starting to come true after accepting their invitation to the academy, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

Now you were 25, and Hotch had officially welcomed you to the team. As the ride back continued, you remembered how your first day went, even though it was only a few days ago. You met the team, and right away, you befriended the only one closer to your age, Dr.Spencer Reid. You remembered seeing his long hair and cardigan kind of melting together as he sat down at the round table and gave you a small wave. You didn't have many friends growing up, but he reminded you of your only friend back home, but that almost brought you to tears straight away, making you snap out of your daydreams.

You get up to have a glass of water. As your pouring, someone scares you from behind.

"Hey, Y/N!" A man's voice said.

You jumped which made you spill some water all over the place. "Spencer!"

"I am so sorry!" He chuckles as you both grabbed some paper towel to clean the counter, laughing at the incident.

You both go back to your seats, which were right next to each other on the couch. After meeting Spencer on your first day, Rossi told you that you two would get along perfectly. And you did. It made you feel comfortable right away and you pulling a...well, you, you were stuck to him like glue as a safety net. You used to think it was something every newbie did on their first day; try to find someone who you click with and stick with them until you got the ropes. Apparently, that was something people found annoying, and had you fired the first two jobs you got. With Spencer, however, he didn't mind it, which made you feel unsure but happy at the same time.

You and Spencer talked about the similarities you had and laughed at all the nerdy jokes you were making. At one point, another member of the team, Derek Morgan, had to throw a pillow at Spencer because he was laughing so loud and he was trying to sleep, which made even Hotch (who you guessed never even cracked a smile before) laugh a little bit.

"Boys, behave," Jj joked, not even looking up, "Or daddy's going to send you to your rooms when we get home."

"Ok, pLEASE don't say "daddy" ever again unless your at home." said Emily Prentiss, which made everyone laugh even harder.

You could tell that this team was more than just coworkers getting the job done, they were a family. And YOU were invited into this family. This was a feeling you always wanted: friends acting like a family.

30 Minutes Later

Finally you were back at the BAU. The case was stressful, and the flight back kinda made you tired, but your excitement and happiness were taking over rapidly. You usually fought those feelings because you felt emotions differently than others, and it always annoyed the people around you. Tonight was different, so you cut yourself some slack for once.

As you head back to your desks, Hotch spoke. "You guys deserve a break after that case. The heads of the BAU are giving us one month off. Get some rest and enjoy your vacation. Garcia invited us all to her place to celebrate but sadly Rossi and I are going to have to pass tonight. Jack has a big game tomorrow and I don't think the parents would be too pleased if their kid's coaches were hungover."

On cue, Penelope Garcia runs in with her bags. "Oh we're gonna have fun-to-night!"

"What exactly are we doing?" asked Emily.

"It's a surprise silly, but yes there will be alcohol of course." She then turns to you, walking up to go to elevator arm in arm.

"Y/N," she says, rambling to you how the team usually celebrates and what the plan was as you make your way to the elevator, "ok usually we'd go to our favorite restaurant or club or go to rossi's when we can but tonight I really want to celebrate the success on your first case!"

"Aww, Garcia!" you said as Morgan pressed the button, "Your so sweet. Thank you guys, seriously."

"Trust me, Y/N, this night is going to be one of the best nights ever!"

At Garcia’s Morgan sets the alcohol on the counter as everyone settles in. You sit on the couch with Spencer and Emily, getting a good look of Garcia's apartment. Purple walls with shiny (plastic) jewl's, cat toys filled most of the corners. Just as you saw the toys, a black cat jumps onto your lap making you jump a little.

"Aww, Sergio!" said Emily, "Thank you again Garcia for watching him for me while I go on cases."

"Are you kidding me? He's become a lovely roommate at the Garcia Gardens!" says Garcia as she brings over some bottles and glasses. She sets them down and begins to pour the Vodka shots.

"Garcia 'Gardens"? Jj asked.

"They both have G's, I don't know it seemed to work." They both laugh.

Morgan helps Garcia pass out the shots, getting ready for a toast. Everyone stands up, holding theirs shots a few inches away from their face.

"I would like to make a toast," said Garcia, "not just for the success of this case and because we have a month off, but to Y/N. She has done wonders this week, and I am so happy and grateful that you are now apart of our little family. To Y/N!"

"To Y/N!" Everyone cheered as they clinked their shot glasses.

You thought you were about to cry. You've never felt this much love in a room ever.

Everyone took their shots and sat back down. You look over at Spencer and laugh at the face he makes.

"God, I usually don't drink Vodka but that was an experience." he says.

"Oh c'mon," you said, "already gonna pussy out?"

"Now those were fighting words, Pretty Boy!" Morgan chuckled.

"Is that a challenge?" Spencer asks.

"Ok, I'm taking the shot glasses away because I know Spencer can get competitive and I don't want you to get sick." Garcia grabs the glasses from everyone's hand and walks to the kitchen, everyone giving a little whine about it.

"So what was that surprise you had for us?" you ask Garcia.

She walks in her room to grab something and came back with it behind her back.

"Before I say anything," she began, "I'm not forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to do and if no one wants to it's not a big deal."

Garcia takes her hands from behind her back to show what looked like vape pens. "Nicotine?" Emily asked.

"Noooo nonono," said Garcia, "That stuff is not good for anyone. They're weed...pens..." Garcia got quiet. You could understand why she got nervous, who knew if this would happen or not.

"Baby girl," said Morgan, "You are the last person I'd think of for this."

"Her parents were hippies, Morgan!" says Emily.

"Good point." He said.

"But now the question is, how?" you said.

"Well yeah, my parents were hippies. Both of my parents did before they got pregnant with me, but my dad would smoke when I was a kid. He would always do it before bed so he could actually fall asleep. He had horrible insomnia which he gave to me. A couple of months back, I couldn't sleep for the life of me. Nothing was wrong either for it to happen, but nothing could get me to fall asleep or if it did I acted the next day like I got up on the wrong side of the bed. So, I went to a doctor and got my green card and I've had peaceful nights of rest since. I thought, since we don't have to go into work for awhile, why not have some fun for one night?"

Everyone looked at each other, unsure but also kind of wanting to.

"This wouldn't be a problem with work, right?" asked Jj.

"Oh god, no, if we only do it tonight it'd be out of our system by then." said Reid.

Everyone was shocked hearing that coming from his mouth. "What? I had to do a research paper on the study of cannabis use in college."

You wanted to be the first to agree, but then you worried that it would be a bad look on you, the newbie.

"I'll give it a shot," said Emily, "It's only for one night and we have a lot more time off than we usually get, why the hell not?"

Slowly, everyone else agreed, including Spencer, who no one in the room thought in a million years he would. Garcia passes out the pens to everyone and told them how to use it. She said if we liked it, we could keep them for only certain situations where you absolutely needed it.

We all start taking 3 hits, which was the amount she said to take first. She explained how one time she took too many hits at once and greened out really bad.

Garcia turns on some music and we all sit around, drinking the very special drinks she made for us. The girls had vodka cocktails while the guys had whiskey. After a few minutes, you can start feeling it. Your body begins to tingle and your eyes started feeling heavy.

"How ya feeling, kid?" Morgan asks after several minutes. Spencer just sat there, looking at the ice cubes in his drink.

"Honestly, I've never felt this before. I don't know what I feel but it's nothing bad."

You giggle at his answer. It wasn't funny, and you knew that. Maybe you were giggling because seeing Spencer high was adorable.

"Ope, we have a giggler!" said Emily, but your giggling made everyone else giggle with you.

"Boy genius, you are too adorable!" said Garcia, who was sitting on Morgan's lap, her head on his shoulder.

You take more hits as the night goes on. At one point you had to stop because you were really baked. You've smoked before, so you knew your limit. You look over at Spencer again, but this time he was really sinked in the couch, looking up at the ceiling. What could that big brain be thinking in that now empty skull?

You were about to ask him but Garcia got up and grabbed an empty vodka bottle. "Who wants to play truth or dare?"

Everyone said they were in, except for Jj, who was already passed out in her chair.

"Damn, gone already?" Spencer says.

"You owe me five bucks tomorrow, Y/N" said Morgan. Earlier, you bet Morgan that Jj would stay up because he said she wouldn't. She tried her hardest, but sadly Morgan won. You move your head to Spencer's lap. You felt very cuddly for some reason, and Spencer was right next to you. He flinched a little, but then after a minute he started playing with your hair.

Garcia puts the empty bottle on the table and spins it. It lands on Emily. "Truth." she says.

"Have you ever made out with a girl?" asked Garcia.

"Are you kidding? Of course I have," she got quiet then murmured, "And I loved it."

"I knew it!" said Garcia.

Emily spins and it lands on Morgan. "Dare."

"I dare you to give Garcia a kiss! No making out, just a peck on the lips."

It happened, their banter had finally caught up with them. Derek and Penelope go in for the peck and once so they blushed.

Spencer was still playing with his hair. You looked up at him and saw something in his eye. Not literally, but there was something going on in his head. His eyes sparkled underneath the apartment lights. His mind must've been running all over the place thinking of something trippy, or maybe he suddenly wasn't thinking at all, letting his mind wonder to thoughts he never thought of before. The bottle was rarely spun to either of you, so you decided to talk softly.

"What are you thinking about, Spence?" you ask.

"I'm thinking about everything and nothing at once," he said, "It's hard to explain, like I'm thinking of things I wouldn't normally. Or at least not on a daily basis."

"What is tha-"

"Y/N! Truth or Dare?" said Garcia

"Umm...dare." you slurred. Were you really that fucked up right now?

Garcia thought for a moment, then as she looked at the two of you, a light bulb lit up in her head. "I dare you to take Spencer to my room, shut the door, and make out for 10 minutes!"

"10?!"

"What, are we still in high school?" you ask sarcastically.

"Be glad I didn't suggest 7 minutes in heaven. Poor boy is just so innocent!"

"Can you even get up, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asks as you lift your head from his lap and start to get up.

Spencer takes another vodka shot and a few more hits of his pen before getting up. After gaining his balance back, you take his hand and walk him to the bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and goes to lay on the bed. Arms stretched out on either side of him, he went back to staring at the ceiling.

"Wanna tell me what you're thinking about now?" you asked.

He said nothing. You then lay next to him, doing exactly what he was doing. Garcia had put glow in the dark stars all over the ceiling. They looked brighter than they would've have been to you. Your blurry vision made your tingles more intense as the lights played with your eyes. It was almost really trippy, but you felt so good.

"I've never felt like this before and usually we put people away because of weed, but for some reason, I feel at peace with everything.

"I'm sure if you got your green card, Hotch would be more understanding towards it. If not, Penelope would've been kicked off the team."

He placed his hand softly on your thigh. Spencer, you thought to yourself, she didn't say it was 7 minutes in heaven.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," you said, "We can just ramble about anything and tell them we did."

He then gets on top of you, holding your wrists down to the bed. "No, I want to. Unless you don't want to, but this is what I've been thinking about when I was playing with your hair."

You nod your head. You knew what he meant because you were thinking the exact same thing at that same time. When you met him, you didn't think of him in that way. But once everything kicked in that night, you felt yourself slipping into that 'what if'. You thought he was cute when he was giggling at you, and the way his fingers were in your hair, it was like you'd known each other for years.

Spencer's lips were quickly on yours. It felt like heaven, like he had done this before. You kiss him back, indulging in the sweet bliss. It was your time to return the favor, as you run your fingers through his hair. You were into guys with long hair, and Spencer seemed to fit the bill. But in no way were you catching feelings for him. He'll probably not remember this night at all, so why get your hopes up when he's doing this for the dare.

Suddenly, you felt his right grip let go of your wrist and slowly began to go down your body. It made you feel heat from the bottom of your stomach. You haven't felt like this in a long time, needing for someone's touch. You felt ready though, ready for that feeling again. The feeling of letting go and go forward in lust. He stopped, however, letting you know that he was asking if you wanted to continue without breaking away from your lips. You nod and a small quiet moan left your muffled lips, letting him know it was ok.

His hand continued to go down your body, feeling every curve he could. His fingers gently graced your tits and it sent shivers up your spine. Soon enough, you felt his fingers lightly rub the fabric that stood between him and your slit. His touch was so feather like you thought he was teasing you just to get you all worked up.

"I've hardly done anything to you and you're already so wet for me." He said through the kiss. You were shocked how his tone changed from sweet and innocent to dark and low. It kind of turned you on. Somehow, you went from being dared to just make out to what felt like was going into 7 minutes in heaven, except not in a closet.

He then continued to rub the fabric is circles as he broke the kiss. With the moon being your only source of light, you see the hunger in his eyes. He wants you and he wants you bad. He smiles as he moves the fabric over to the side and sticks his middle finger inside you, making you gasp at the entrance. His grin grew bigger as he really felt how wet you really were.

He sticks another finger in there and you let out a moan that you were trying to be soft about, but you were louder than you wanted to be. Spencer quickly covered your mouth with his hand, continuing to pleasure you. "Be quiet, angel," He whispered in your ear, "You don't want the others to know what we're doing, do you?" You shook your head. "Good girl, now tell me when you're close. I want you to cum all over my fingers."

You never thought of Spencer as the dominate type. He seemed so to himself and sweet. You thought he'd be more submissive. Maybe it was his cross faded brain talking, but this side of Spencer made you want more of him. You wanted so much more than his fingers. Your thoughts clouded you as you were reaching your climax.

"Spencer I'm close. I'm so close!" You quietly moaned.

"Hold it, angel. I want you to beg for me."

You couldn't hold it in anymore. "Please let me cum, PLEASE!" You begged.

"Cum for me, angel."

At that, you felt your whole body tense up and almost screamed at the pleasure, but knew to just whisper it and breathe heavily. He laughed with a bit of a growl, feeling you on all over his fingers. He was enjoying this, and you could tell by the tent in his pants. You wondered if you were going to help him out with that as your breathing began to go back to it's normal pattern. He gets off of you as the timer went off, and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting yourself.

"Ok lovebirds, time's up!" you heard Morgan say.

You sit up from the bed as Spencer sat next to you. "We'll be right out!" You said, "Holy shit, Spence. I didn't think you had this side to you."

"Everyone does," he said, "I know I pull off this small and meak kind of person, but they don't know what I think about when I'm at home. Even sometimes at work when I'm stressed on a case. I'll just give myself a breather and let my mind wonder. I even-"

He stopped himself in his tracks, taking back what he was originally going to say. He stood up, pulling you up with him. Your faces were then really close together. "Now, tonight I won't have you touch me. We'll save that for another day ok?" You nod again. "What are you going to do about 'that'?" Pointing to the tent.

"I'm gonna take care of it in the bathroom. Now, we don't tell anyone about this. Especially Garcia."

"Yeah, it'd be a bit weird if she found out that you fingered me on her bed."

"Well that, and the fact that she can't keep a secret to herself for the life of her."

"Good to know." you said.

You did as planned and walked out, going your different ways. You headed back to the living room and joined the rest of your coworkers. You sat there and took more hits and more shots, hoping to pass out. You couldn't help but want to let your thoughts wonder on its own.

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hearts4yang · 4 years

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bad boy!wayv and how they’d treat their s/o (♥︎+☀︎︎)

fluff/requested + bad boy!wayv x genderneutral!reader

warnings: mentions of smoking and underage drinking

kun🧸

not many people are scared of him, unless he’s pissed off in which no one dares to step near the teddy bear.

besides you, you’re only person able to calm him down.

anyways personality switch once he sees you. oh you’re in front of him he’s a sweet heart

very kind, will make you lunch and studies with you after school. he kinda walks around with everything you need as well. people who dare to fuck with him about it have a death wish.

you once gave him a cute keychain then he just walked around with it on his bag. if anyone makes fun of it, he’ll make sure they’re dead.

joking, but not really<3

(black backpack and just a small pink bunny keychain. cute.)

are you getting bullied or anyone hurting you? tell him their name and bOp unless they’re a girl in which he’ll just charm them or scare them to stop

no one hurts his baby >:/

if you do well on a test, he always goes over your house and cooks with what you have at home at 2am

ten 🐈

a bitch, a big BITCH

he loves you, but dare walk towards him and he’ll be bitch to you. of course he makes sure you know that he loves you. he just doesn’t want to ruin his reputation nor does he want to show his weak spots.

mainly his weakness which is you. man isn’t a simp, but he treats you like porcelain doll that will shatter if you touch anything in private

he is his best when he’s just with you. no cigarettes, no alcohol, and no drugs )well cigarettes and drugs are- nvm)

it was a struggle for him to drop what he liked to do, but he did it the day he found you crying your eyes out when he was at the hospital.

also to insure that he’ll have a future with you.

in public like i said he’s a bitch. he’ll tease you even though his heart breaks each time he sees you somewhat hurt.

even though he pretends like he hates you, if he hears anyone talking shit about you he’ll wreck their car or get xuxi to beat them up.

anyone planning to ask you out? he immediately down talks them to make sure no one even tries to get with his angel.

he’s very good at manipulating people ngl

yet in the end, he’ll always end up in your arms after sneaking out at 2am until you both end up asleep.

winwin🐥

silent but deadly, too be honest not many people expected him to be a bad boy until people realized he wasn’t going to classes, when they found him behind the school building with a pack of cigarettes and getting into fights.

everyone was afraid of him except for you. you weren’t really able to get him to be. some good student that revert from his ways, only able to convince him to attend class and to stop fighting with anyone who picked at him first.

(he only agreed if you helped him pass and if you sat next to him)

he was the oversized intimidating boy who walked with a small bunny bandage on his left cheek.

everyone lowkey confused on why dong sicheng, the guy known for skipping classes and beating the shit out of anyone who glared at him was in the back of the class with a stupid smile and cat stickers on his folders.

man still cold as hell and quiet, but he’s less of an asshole

unless he finds out someone had hurt you in which bOp, winwin is going to kill a bitch

even though he’s a bit mean and cold there’s days where he takes you on late night drives pass curfew.

lucas 🐶

this intimating giant is a big softie for you. he’s kind of like a giant puppy that protects you from “danger”

(i can’t see him as a bad guy he’s too soft-)

like he’d try to act like your personal body guard. he made sure to protect you and made sure that no one got near you.

he’d try not to break character, but fails miserably

he’s only considered a bad boy because he’s the school’s player. you were the new kid and his next victim and his last as he slowly began to fall in love with you. it was an unexpected plot twist.

now yukhei would baby you a lot and show you off a lot because he doesn’t want to lose you. xuxi is scared of losing the only person he loves romantically.

of course the name of him being a bad boy didn’t go away. he went to parties, he smoked and he drank even though he was underage. he also got into detention a lot for not being quiet.

he also never wore his uniform correctly so you had to fix it each time you saw him.

he’ll also beat up anyone that messes with you. i’m overexaggerating but the day someone lays a hand on you he’d throw hands

but there’s days where you and yukhei are in your room with soft music playing in the background as you sleep against his chest.

xiaojun 🦖

just like kun and sicheng, kind and quiet until he loses his temper then he’s cold as shit and will beat a bitch

also skips class to duck around in the music room

a small ball of angry but you still love him

when he’s with you he’s less aggressive, of course he’d throw shit at you like paper and pillows to get your attention.

he’ll also play the guitar for you when you’re alone in the music room during lunch break and steal your food

xiao also hates when you walk home alone so everyday he walks your home even if his house is in the opposite direction.

anyone that dares to mess with you he’ll beat them with something blunt like his guitar. therefore every year or month he ends up suspended with a new guitar

but that’s okay because he’ll do anything for you

(again i can’t see him as a bad boi because he gives me the silent kid who eats lunch alone with sicheng in the music room)

hendery👑

the kid who skateboards to school, hair is always in his face, skips classes and probably does weed.

you got together because he was nice and you worked together for a project. very wholesome

he teaches you how to skateboards and he also likes to hug you when he spots you.

hendery is very sweet with you even though he looked a bit cold, he’ll also make you laugh with random photos of him acting stupid

he also carries around hello kitty bandaids incase you fall off the skateboard.

he treats you like royalty because he’s a prince and a prince needs someone to accompany him ;))

if i see y’all in the hallways after school dancing i do not see(yes self insert but not really ya know lmao)

he’s just one hell of a sweetheart even though he’s really fucking annoying when he blows smoke in your face.

you’re getting picked on? sorry man he doesn’t care he’ll probably just throw something at them

lastly he just lays on your lap in your room with a cigarette in between his lips as music begins to slowly drown out in the background (honestly just read my skater boy hendery shit)

yangyang🐑

oh aha ha this little boy spray paints everything. the school walls, desk, cafeteria tables, cars and anything that he claims needs color.

the school gotta start putting cameras up because they never caught him so he ended up breaking the cameras and getting suspended.

normally hangs out with hendery and ten because he’s cool like that anyways he ended up with you because it’s liu yangyang. who wouldn’t love him

he takes you on random late night trips in his parents car that he stole.

he always carries around spray paint because he normally makes you come with him at like 4 in the morning so he has someone to accompany him and so that he knows he won’t get caught.

mainly because he wants company and wants you around constantly

he’s clingy and make sure you know he loves you even though he makes fun of you a lot in the hallways

you always talked back to him whenever he made rude comments towards you before y’all even dated.

pretty much only made fun of you because he liked you but expressed that awfully

he treats you like a flower. scared to put you down and gentle with you, almost like if you fell a petal would fall off.

yangyang would sneak through your window with takeout at latest hours of the day, making sure to be never seen. (p.s: your parents don’t like him)

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heyy can you do a shikamaru x reader where they smoke weed and they like shotgun and stuff and then they just end up fucking lol

Dude, I’ve been thinking about writing this fic for a hot sec so I’m really glad you requested it <3 I will always write for this man, hope u likeee it haha!

WARNINGS: drinking, smoking weed, ownership kink, dom Shika

It was Choji’s birthday party and you sipped on your drink nervously, talking with a few of your other friends and colleagues, trying to keep you eyes away from where Shikamaru was standing. He was talking and joking with Ino and Choji. Why had you made things so complicated?

It was a few weeks prior and Shika had been assigned to a mission with you. It had just been the two of you and you’d spent a lot of time talking together. It had started with simple things, about the mission mostly, but then it grew into asking about favourite foods, childhood memories, and questioning things about the world as you knew it. You’d developed inside jokes and started to really enjoy each others company. So much so, that you two had slept together on the way back from the mission.

It had happened so naturally, you’d just been conversing before going to bed as usual except you somehow ended up underneath him, as he pounded into you instead of sleeping. “That was...” he’d started to say, stroking up and down your back. “I know,” you’d responded. You didn't want him to talk about it. It was good, so good, but you knew he had feelings for someone else, that girl from the Sand Village. You didn’t want to become just his fuck buddy and you certainly didn't want to catch feelings for someone who was not emotionally available to you. So you’d got dressed and chalked it up to being a one time thing. Until he’d called you the night you returned to the village, and yet again a few days after that.

The one time thing, was become something of a habit and while you loved it, you’d hated it equally. So tonight was the night you were going to show him how much of a bro you were. Drinking beers, you’d even worn your baggiest jeans and a T-shirt from a Ramen shop from the Hidden Mist that you’d had to buy when a rogue fireball jutsu destroyed your clothes (long story).

You wanted to break the ice, get him back to seeing you as “one of the guys”, so naturally... shotgunning challenge. “Ayo, homie, wanna shotgun?” you punched his shoulder lightly for good measure. He accepted, eyebrow raised in confusion but sauntered after you to the back garden. He watched, a smirk on his face while you shook the can, poked the hole, then downed the beer rather quickly. “Now you,” you tossed him the pocket knife so he could poke his can. He repeated your movements exactly until he came to the drinking of the beer. He spit, and choked on the carbonation. He wiped the remnants of the alcohol that dripped from his chin and then looked at you a little embarrassed. He was so cute and the buzz of the alcohol through your blood was just making him cuter. You bit your lip remembering how his hands felt gripping your hips as he whispered for you to cum around his length. “You’re a baby,” you teased trying to push the image from your head. He was amused with your attitude but still tried to defend himself. “Listen, I’m not a big drinker,” he produced a small tin from his pocket, “but I know how to smoke.”

You watched as he pulled a joint from tin and lit it with his lighter. He inhaled deeply, and you watched as his body relaxed. When he exhaled, the curls of smoke framed his face and he looked at you with darkened eyes. “Here,” he offered you the joint. You stared at the red hot end and then the tip, the paper slightly wet from his lips. “I guess I’m a baby too then,” you started, “Yeah, you are,” he agreed as his fingertips met your waist. His fingers trailed down to your hips and his grip tightened. Your eyes grew wide and you turned away, “I meant, I was a baby because... I don’t know how to smoke.” He chuckled and placed the joint between his teeth again. “Oh,” he said as he exhaled, “well... do you wanna learn?” You turned back to him, seeing his familiar lustful expression. The alcohol was crippling your already weak resolve. “Yes, teach me.”

He smiled devilishly and inhaled the joint once again. You were waiting for him to give some sort of instruction but instead, he traced his thumb on your bottom lip which caused you to relax your mouth. With that, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and kissed your open mouth. You felt him exhale the smoke into your mouth and you groaned in pleasure. You sucked the smoke that he gave you and then quickly pushed him away as you choked on the hot, dry air. “Now who's the baby?” he rasped as he watched your crouched form trying to stop coughing. You stood up, far too quickly and stumbled slightly. He caught you arm and pulled you into him. The high was settling in as you noticed his face looked brighter and his eyes more intense. “You’re my baby,” he said as he smirked down at you. You swiped the joint away from him and inhaled deeply. You started to choke again but you held it down. “Don’t say thing like that,” you mumbled. He came behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “What? You don’t wanna be my baby?” He took the joint back and inhaled. He spun you around and kissed you again, blowing the smoke into your lungs. You sucked the smoke willingly, trying to ponder what he was getting at. “You wanna be my kitty cat?” You scrunched your face in confusion. He puffed the joint once more and thoughtfully blew out the smoke, “ah, I know, you wanna be my good girl.” You froze. He only called you that when he was balls deep inside you. Your resolve was officially broken as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, your tongues tangling together. “Yes, God, yes, please I wanna be your good girl Shikamaru.” He laughed and pulled you back in the house, winding his way to the guest bedroom.

“This is the-mmm- last time this happens...” you tried to get out between kisses. He laid you on the bed, “yeah, okay,” he retorted and went back to kissing you. You grabbed his head held his gaze to yours, “I mean it this time.” He sighed and wiggled his head from your grip, moving his kisses to your neck. He kissed up your neck, “but why?” he bit down on your earlobe, “when it feels so fucking good?” He was right, it felt amazing, and the combination of drunk and high had your nerves tingling with every brush of his lips on your skin. His hands trailed down to your thighs and slipped under your dress. His fingers were slipping below the waist band of your panties, your breath hitched in anticipation but he stopped. “If you want this to be the last time then we should stop now.” He sat up, his legs hanging over the bed. “We’re both kinda fucked up and I want you so bad but, if you wanna stop then we should stop now.” You sat up and crawled into his lap. “I don’t wanna stop... it’s just that, I-I” you high was gonna make you say it. “I like you, as more than my friend and so it’s just hard to do this with you if you don’t-” He stopped you by pulling you on top of him, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “You’re my good girl right?” he asked. You nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “You’re my good girl. All- Fucking- Mine.”

You moaned at his words which just encouraged him further. He unbuckled his belt while he spoke, “see, the real question right now, before we do anything is do you want to belong to me, because the second I slide my cock inside that tight little pussy, you’re mine, and I am yours, and theres no going back.” He pulled the leather out from his belt loops and tossed it to the floor. You were sure your panties were soaked, the relief you had felt at knowing that he wanted you too had melted down into pure desire. “Make me yours, Shika, please,” you begged reaching for his shoulders. You pulled him closer but he broke free of your grasp. He moved lower before slipping your panties to the side. He plunged his middle finger into your core, “fuck you’re so wet... so what was it hmm?” he growled, “is it cuz’ you’re high? Cuz you like how it feels when I touch you like this?” he was stoking against that one special spot. “Or is it because I fucking own you now?” You groaned in response. “Mmm, yeah I knew that was it, you wanna be fucking owned don't you?” You mewled in response to the emptiness of him removing his finger. He rubbed small teasing circles around your clit. “I wanna hear you say it,” he growled. He unbuttoned his pants with his other hand and stroked up and down on his shaft. You could see his dripping cockhead in the low lighting of the room, a small whine of need leaving your lips. “I-I you own me, Shikamaru, I’m yours, all fucking yours.” “Good girl,” he praised as he plunged into your core.

His cock was thick and it bordered painful as he didn’t give you anytime to adjust to his size, but as he started to thrust your body turned to fire, your high feeding the flames. The white hot orgasm washed over you suddenly and Shikamaru had to hold your leg against his shoulder to steady your shaking form. “Such a good girl, cumming for me so soon, but I know you got more for me,” he growled down at you. His holding of your leg, deepened his thrusts, and each time his cock hit your cervix you were propelled towards your second orgasm. Your mouth hung open in pleasure and drool started to pool on the mattress below. “Gonna milk my cock for me sloppy girl?” You couldn’t respond with full formed words, but instead a series of whines and moans. He moved his thumb down to rub at your clit. “Cum again, right fucking now, I own you now and you’ll cum when I say.” You came hard around him, crying out, your cunt squeezing around him. “That’s it, that’s a good fucking girl, I’m gonna fill you to the brim as a reward, ” he growled. His thrusts slowed as he shot hot ropes of cum deep inside you. “You’re all mine,” he cooed as he laid on top of you, kissing your neck softly. “All yours,” you replied sweetly, then cupped his chin with your hand, “and you are mine.” Now, all that’s left to do was leave this party... you were both hoping that everyone else was more fuck up than you both were and hadn’t noticed the sounds of passion coming from the guest room. But the knocking at the door made you both think that was unrealistic. At least you were in it together.

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