#i wanna go baaack

[red-hot-moon]

A few snaps from my holiday in Tuscon, Arizona! As promised @doesnotloveyou :-)

[ghostorbz]

These idiots are RUINING MY LIFE I love them so much

[professorllayton]

some pics from my twwwwip I never posted teehee

[cicadas-epiphany]

Yearning for the Corn Pit once again. Feel like pure shit just want her back

[ioannemos]

[oh-meretseger]

part 9 - Smitten

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: I’M BAAACK, still struggling with uni stuff, but had some time to write so enjoy another long smut+fluff and my own little sketch of a modern au Jeanbo [he can have it]

cw: 18+ smut! explicit language, lot of teasing, sending nudes hehe, unprotected sex in various positions, both receiving oral, spanking, dirty talk, and some sweet little fluff at the end(:

wc: 8,6k

Jeanbo

wanna bring that smartass over, Rocky Balboa?

Connie’s out for the night

You chuckled at your phone, the stupid nickname instantly flooding your mind with memories of the brutal physical fight of the previous day.

It started out as an innocent afternoon of studying, the four of you gathering in your dorm for a scientific conference like the sophisticated citizens of the university that you are — but it quickly turned into a boxing match when Jean stole your pen to write "I'm a loser" across your neatly organized notes. Connie and Sasha had no choice but to watch with motionless, completely unconcerned expressions as Jean digged his fingers under your ribcage as a self-defense move, and you (being slightly ticklish) decked your fist into his face as a reflex.

"Pfft, would you be Rocky Balboa?" Ymir scoffed after she stopped pushing you, grabbing the chain of the swing you were sitting on, so she could read the text you were so amused by.

"You phould phee Jean's nose, phe nearly broke it.” Sasha's words fell victim to the giant lollipop filling her mouth, neither of her hands free as she was hanging from the monkey bars, exactly as an orangutan would be casually chilling.

"It was an accident!" you unconsciously raised your hand to your nose, an embarrassed tint of pink dusting your cheeks as Sasha reminded you of the injury you caused to Jean. He kinda deserved it, but you didn't mean to hurt him.

Sasha let go of the cold metal bars, hopping onto the thin dust of snow covering the ground. As if the chilly air bit into her cheeks, they glowed with a vivid red blush even in the dim, grey lights of the winter afternoon dusk. "It was a perfectly executed right hook, but it's okay."

"Hard to believe, with all due disrespect," Ymir sneered underneath the furry trim on the hood of her coat as she pulled on the chains again, pushing you in the swing with such force that your attempts at texting back to Jean instantly failed. "I would knock you out in a second."

"And Mikasa would knock you out in half a second," you grimaced as you digged the heels of your boots into the rigid ground, fighting back against Ymir's evil strength. "So what are you saying?"

Sasha giggled with the stick of the lollipop between her teeth and you smiled. Even though you couldn't see her face, the moment of hesitant silence was enough of a sign — Ymir knew it was true.

"Yeah, sure, in your dreams," she scoffed.

In contrast to your desperate twitching as you fought back against Ymir, Mikasa sat on the other swing like a picture of serenity. Her legs moved ever so slightly as she pushed herself off the ground, the small movements of the swing creating a quiet, but eerie creaking sound that would've sent shivers down your spine if you heard it in a horror movie.

Mikasa's eyes moved to Ymir, gazing at her above the big, red scarf that covered the lower part of her face as it wrapped tightly around her. "We can give it a try, if you want.”

"I'd pay an INSANE amount of money to see that fight," Sasha stated after growing impatient and biting down on her lollipop, crunching on it with loud cracks — like she always did with any hard candy.

"I'd pay you an insane amount of money to shut your goddamn mouth," Ymir snapped back right away with her usual snarky tone.

"Ymir!"

"I'll shut up for a couple hundo," Sasha shrugged while her teeth destroyed the last bits of the candy.

"For like two minutes, I suppose,” Ymir snickered, but as usual, Sasha couldn't be less bothered by her bullying, simply nodding in agreement.

"Pretty much."

You shook your head as you laughed, your eyes glued to your phone's screen while your fingers moved fast to reply to Jean, your heart's thumping even faster. It was beating with an excited joy, much more than just a lustful desire. Something that felt so pure, almost innocent — only a couple of hours passed since you ran into him, but still...

You couldn't wait to see him again.

you

i know you'll be waiting for me with a baseball bat to get revenge

but sure thing🤓 see you in 20

"I'm sorry, Mikasa, we have to reschedule me kicking your ass." Ymir's sarcastic tone earned a roll of Mikasa's eyes, even if she couldn't hide the amused spark in them. "I'm outta here"

"Are you going to volleyball practice?" you blurted out the mindless question, instantly knowing it was a mistake to ask.

"I'm going to your mom, actually," Ymir replied as she pushed your back with a vicious force one last time and you bursted out laughing. Right after Jean, Ymir was the second most skilled 'your mom' expert you knew.

"Right, tell her I said hi.”

"Anything for you, my dearest sweetheart," Ymir sneered as she leaned down to pinch your cheek and you let out a painful squeak. "Have fun getting busy with mullet-man."

"You're particularly vile today," Mikasa pointed out, winning an immediate ticket to Ymir's bullying-train as she grabbed the end of her scarf and with a simple movement, threw it on top of Mikasa's head, covering half of her face.

Then Ymir put her hands into the pockets of her coat and simply walked away without a word.

"Bye, girly pop!" Sasha yelled at her as you were chuckling to yourself at the hilarious absurdity of Ymir's behavior and she just raised a hand in the cold winter air as a goodbye.

"Typical" Mikasa commented, then brushed the scarf off of her face.

"Another date night?" Sasha asked you with a huge grin, her voice quivering with excitement as her hands cheered with small little claps. She was almost more excited than you were.

"Not a date night, just... Just hanging out," you replied as casually as you could, but even your hand couldn't hide your sheepish smile as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"Suuuure"

"Leave it, she's in love." Mikasa flicked her hand and Sasha let out a heartfelt laugh while you blushed. It's been long, long weeks since you and Jean's little dates and meetups got regular, but you still couldn't gather the strength to admit to your friends how tragically smitten you were.

But you weren't the only one being teased about him — Jean couldn't avoid all the playful pestering in the past few weeks, either.

BAM!

Jean's head jerked back at the impact after a padded shoulder found him in the most unfortunate slouching position as his focus drifted off for a few seconds, hitting his jaw with full force.

"Eyes on me, Jeanbo!" Reiner yelled back above his shoulder, already skating back to his place.

Jean grunted at the sudden pain, then raised his glove to his face. Reiner's strength met his jaw right at a spot that made his vision go black, seeing stars for a couple of seconds. For a moment, he couldn't even remember what drills they were doing.

"Kirstein!"

Jean shook his head to get his thoughts and senses back together, already pushing himself on the ice to skate towards Coach Levi's voice. The new headcoach had a few very strict basic rules which, as his stern stamp has already won the respect of the team, Jean tried to immediately obey as well.

"You're here to collect dust today, I see," Levi said in a low voice, leaning on the boards with both hands. Jean's skates came to a stop in front of him, but the coach nodded his head to order him out to the benches.

"I'm sorry, Coach." Jean's eyes dropped to his skates as he stepped out of the rink, deliberately avoiding to look at Levi. He almost opened his mouth to add an 'I'm tired', but stopped himself immediately. Shitty excuses were a no-go with Coach Ackerman.

"You look like a dog chewed through you, swallowed, then threw you up." Levi's voice was unexpressive, but his grey eyes pierced through Jean's with a coldness exactly as sharp as the stinging, frosty air above the ice rink. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Coach, I'm just—I'm a little tired." Jean decided not to explain any further, even if Levi seemed to care. He figured the coach wouldn't appreciate his heartfelt story about the little date of yours the previous night, a spontaneous evening walk turning into hours of conversation, irrationally long laughing fits and cuddling as the first snow of the winter was softly falling down on you. Coach Levi probably wouldn't care about how he just simply couldn't go home, unable to break away from you as you both slipped your arms under each other's coats, warming each other up with tight hugs and sweet, deepening kisses — and he just didn't notice the midnight stars above you, even if they tried to warn him about the late hour.

"It's time to decide if you want to keep dreaming awake in the rink or stay forward in line one, then," the coach bluntly replied with his arms crossed. "Understood?"

"Understood." Jean nodded. The coach was right. He didn't come to the rink at least four times a week for nothing. If anything, he felt a little embarrassed about the fact that others noticed a change in his behavior and focus since... Well, since you were in the picture.

"Maybe try focusing on your goals a little more than your girlfriend, Kirstein," Levi added and that stopped Jean in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment before nodding again, then grabbed the board, jumping over it to get back to the rink. The coach's comment sounded like an honest advice rather than a snarky remark — although Jean had no idea how the hell he knew about your existance.

"A girlfriend? I thought we bros were sharing," a guy slammed into the boards next to him with a loud bang and Jean instantly rolled his eyes. Floch was the third player of their line with Reiner, and Jean could've punched all the teeth out of the disgusting pervy grin that was plastered across his face at that moment.

"Eat shit, dumbass," Jean simply responded before pushing him with his shoulder as he skated back to their assigned corner.

"How about getting your head out of your ass, Forster?!" Levi wasted no time swinging his arm, hitting Floch's helmet with the timer he had in his hand, the loud knock on his head only confusing the guy. "NOW!"

Jean touched the spot on his jaw where Reiner hit him and he hissed at the sharp pain. If it was already feeling sore, he could imagine how colorful it was bound to get later.

"Sorry, man."

"It's fine, Reiner," Jean shook his head, knocking his stick on the ice as a sign to get back to the drills.

Though the bruise instantly felt a lot better when your soft lips pressed onto it, kissing it gently as Jean's hips rolled into you with a steady rhythm. His jeans pooled around his ankles and yours were thrown across the room somewhere, your shirt tugged up your chest to let your perfect boobs bounce freely as Jean devoured the beautiful sight with eager eyes. You two just figured the drawer in their dorm was the perfect height for you to sit on, legs spread wide apart, Jean's hands grabbing the flesh of your ass as your hips met at one messy, sloppy wet spot as he slowly fucked into you.

"You're getting so wet, love," Jean mumbled in your ear and you mewled in response, feeling your slick trickling down your ass as the lewd squelching sounds got louder. There was not a time when Jean didn't make you soaking wet, but there was a special something in the way his thick cock slowly dragged in and out of your pussy that just made it drool in response. Maybe it was the way you felt every inch of him taking the sweet time to rub against your spongy, sensitive spot that made you lose your mind. "S'wet for me."

"It just feels s-so fucking good," you moaned, your sweet voice and your warm walls squeezing around him making Jean groan in pleasure. You pressed another soft kiss onto the purple bruise on his sharp jaw, then gently ran your finger over it. "Please keep fucking me so slowly, baby"

"Holy—shit" Jean squeezed his eyes shut as his head started spinning. He was a sight to see as he struggled not to fill you up right then and there. His breathing ragged, a gorgeous flush on his cheeks, small beads of sweat glistening at the line of his soft  hair, a few ashy brown strands falling into your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. You clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life as your eyes wandered down to his happy trail glistening with your mixed wetness, then his throbbing cock, splitting you apart...

"I—I'm so close," you whispered desperately and Jean's lips crashed into yours in a sloppy kiss, his moans into your mouth making you whimper in response. "Hnngh"

"Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?"

"So good, baby," you pressed your forehead to his again and your fingers glided along his stubble, behind his ear, then to the back of his head to lovingly entwine with long strands of his hair. Your big doe eyes pierced through his with such an intense glint of pleasure, your cheeks and lips so plump and burning with heat, Jean felt himself stumble closer to the edge at the beautiful sight. "You're stretching me out so good, please don't stop, I—I'm..."

He tried to squeeze his eyes shut to hold back, last a little longer, but you calling him baby, praising his every movement, and your soft moans against his lips mercilessly whirled his mind even further.

"Fuuu—fuck, I can't," Jean grunted and you let out a devastated shriek at the sudden loss of him inside you as he pulled out. He moaned looking at the string of your clear wetness connecting you to his swollen tip, his cock hard and heavy, slightly bobbing as he got down on one knee in front of you.

"Nooo, what are you doing?" you hopelessly cried out as Jean looked up at you with an apologetic smile, both of his hands sliding up your thighs, large fingers harshly digging into the flesh, his hot breath tickling you as it grazed your sensitive clit.

"I'm sorry, love, I don't want to cum yet," he mumbled into you as his lips already pressed on your puffy lips. You didn't even have a chance to reply as his warm tongue glided through your slit, making your eyes roll back into your hand.

The way Jean could eat you out — how he was practically making out with your pussy, cruelly licking you into madness, his tongue feeling soft, yet so sloppy, so nasty... It just made you lose all control. You caressed the bruise on his jaw, unable to take your eyes off of the gorgeous man burrying his face into your core.

"Oh my fff— God, you're so fucking hot." Your head was spinning as you whimpered, Jean's deep grunts sending such ecstatic vibrations through your center that your fingers had to clutch into his hair for support. As your legs trembled, your fingers tugging on his hair, Jean's composure started crumbling — he moaned loudly at the pleasure, your fingers tugged even more harshly, his moans into your warmth got even louder...

Then to Jean's own surprise, he suddenly came undone.

Without warning, hot spurts of cum wet the floor below him, running down his untouched length with a yearning anguish — and that was the time you realized that Jean really, really liked his hair being pulled.

From then on, you made sure to take advantage of this little secret weak spot of his. Nothing crazy though, just lightly grabbing his hair while you softly moaned in his ear about how good he's fucking you, lacing your fingers through his strands, pulling him closer to you as you described to him how amazing his cock made you feel — your sweet voice mumbling these dirty confessions, paired with the heavenly sensation of your delicate fingers running through his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on it, made it extremely difficult for him not to cum instantly.

"Fuck... You know exactly what you're doing, right?" Jean would huff as he slowed down the stern snapping of his hips, answering the mischievous glint in your eyes with a few large fingers stuffing your mouth full to shut you up for a little while. "M'sorry, baby, I have to."

And as the naughty spark turned into desperate tears in your eyes, you couldn't help but moan around Jean's fingers in agreement. You did exactly know what you were doing. But you just couldn't help it. The more familiar you became with each other's bodies, the more you discovered of all the little things that made Jean feel good. And you wanted nothing more than to make him feel so, so good.

Jean loved making out with you. Even the smallest, soft little pecks made his core tingle that your pretty lips pressed onto his, but the way your tongue danced around his, so eager to feel him in your mouth, just made him melt. Both of your moans and sweet saliva meeting in the sloppy kisses felt so good, so dirty, his cheeks always flushed with a pretty red color that you loved to admire. And the intense eye contact paired with the delicate touch of your fingers on his warm skin didn't help his state.

Touch was another thing you loved to use to your advantage in making a puddle out of him. You could feel the goosebumps that formed on his skin as you gently ran your fingers along the muscles of his arm, fingertips ever so slightly touching him, or when you innocently slid your palm over the shirt that covered his chest, up to his neck — that beautiful, sensitive neck that you loved kissing so much. It was just the perfect height for you to nuzzle into the warm skin, his intoxicating scent filling your mind with a dark haze as your lips kissed him softly, feeling the familiar goosebumps of his strong arms as they pulled you into an embrace.

Jean loved all your gentle touches, the caressing of your hands, the warmth of your tongue on his body. His hands couldn't get enough of you, either — he took every chance to brush his fingers against yours as you passed each other on the hallway, to grab your waist as he slightly guided you through crowds, or to hold your hand under the desk at the library, his fingers intertwining with yours while he kept reading his notes, smiling as he felt your doe eyes staring at him. Even the most innocent touches sent hot tingles through his core, and it made him feel so pervy, but he couldn't help the swelling bulge growing in his pants as the playful spark in your eyes reminded him of what an incredibly nasty girl you actually were. And it was the secret of you two.

The first few times you talked dirty to him left him absolutely dumbfounded. He had to get used to the insane spinning of his mind as you whispered such filthy stuff into his ear, sometimes out of nowhere, in the middle of the most casual public settings.

"I'd love to suck your cock under this table, y'know," you said softly as you leaned close to his ear, and Jean literally choked on his lunch, followed by immediate coughing and an instant strain of his pants as your sudden words wandered straight to his groin. You smiled at his surprised expression, then bit your lower lip as a prominent blush started to spread on Jean's cheeks. Oh, how you loved teasing him.

"Yeah?" he simply replied, trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him. Him being so adorably flustered just made you want to suck him off even more.

"Yeah," you eyed his lips with a half smile, and the sinful flash of your face made Jean grow even harder under his jeans. "You look so good..."

He swallowed with a heavy gulp, all the blood rushing to his lap, right out of his brain. He glanced at Connie, who just got up to get another slice of cake at the counter, and would be back at your table in about twenty seconds. Jean gazed back at your darkened eyes, your pretty lips glistening as you swiftly ran your tongue across it, and had to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull at the thought of those same lips wrapping around his already rock hard cock, your eyes glued to his as you couldn't care less about the public surrounding — maybe you'd even enjoy it.

"You're a nasty girl, you know that?" he spoke in a low voice, your faces just a few inches from each other as your eyes melted into his, invisible sparks flying and setting both of your bodies on fire.

Your eyes lowered to Jean's lips and you slowly nodded, smiling. "I know."

"You drive me fucking crazy," Jean mumbled under his breath as you turned to Connie with a lively smile, laughing about the way he already had his face stuffed full of cake before he could sit back down — pretending you didn't just offer him a public blowjob half a minute ago in the canteen.

And you did, you drove him crazy as you became more and more comfortable and skilled in teasing him. Sometimes throughout the whole day, with dirty whispers in his ear as you passed him in the hallway, stolen touches as you suddenly grabbed his bicep or his inner thigh, catching him off guard in class, in the library or the canteen... Not only did an electric wave of arousal run through his body, but he almost fainted off his chair when his phone buzzed in class one time and he checked the attachment you just sent him, expecting it to be a meme — one of those that you usually sent to each other back and forth when a class got too boring to pay attention to. You watched from the other side of the classroom as Jean’s eyes widened at the sight of your mirror selfie, his breath catching in his throat. Your phone covered half of your adorably innocent-looking smile, your hair wet as you seemingly just got out of the shower, your naked hips, the curve of your waist and one and a half of your perfect boobs showing as your delicate fingers lifted Jean’s oversized shirt up on your body. To Jean, an undescribable, painting-like beauty.

Jean felt his lips slightly part and his face burn as he gazed at the screen of his phone, the picture of your delicious body making all the blood in his veins rush right to his lap. You bit back your smile as his eyes flicked up to you, his flushed cheeks and pursed lips letting you know you successfully reached your goal. Jean shifted in his seat, slightly adjusting the crotch of his pants as he tried to keep calm, but your playfully glistening eyes piercing through his didn’t help much. The professor loudly explained the basics of property rights in the background, but all he could wonder was if you knew how mercilessly he was going to overstimulate every inch of that beautiful body you hid under that baggy hoodie.

Jeanbo

you’re sooo paying for this later

u little rat

You knew exactly what buttons to push to get him worked up, and even though he felt agonizing pain as he suffered through a number of days with a raging boner, he secretly loved how more and more bratty you got while teasing him. You didn’t even have an idea of how many times you made him palm himself through his jeans in public, or escape to the restrooms to look at your spontaneous nudes and jerk his already hard cock just a little bit before having to go back to his usual tasks. Jean felt like a fucking perv, but he couldn’t help it — you made him turn into a perv, and he couldn’t stop thinking of all the different ways he wanted you.

Jean’s weakness was how only he knew your dirty little secret side. No one else in the world knew how skilled you grew in sucking his cock, giving him the most perfect blowjob he could ever dream of. You took your time to get to know all his sensitive spots and preferences, slowly suckling at his tip with pretty puckered lips, beautiful eyes looking deep into his until he couldn’t help spilling his hot load inbetween your lips. No one else knew what a dirty girl you were, getting bossy with him from time to time when he taunted you on purpose. He thought he’d lose conciousness right then and there when you stuffed your wet panties into his mouth one time, jokingly — even though you were on top, Jean kept teasing you with that shit-eating grin on his face, knowing you’d soon be begging for his cock. Oh, but he couldn’t have been more wrong…

He then slowly melted into a messy, blushing putty as you took charge on top of him, milking his cock in various ways as he just laid there, unable to move or say too much with his wrists tied to your bed, gagged with your cute little panties. Good thing he also loved watching you — he felt like he was in heaven as your gorgeous naked body towered over him, using him for your own pleasure.

That was a weakness you both shared. You loved watching Jean. He noticed pretty quickly how you liked admiring him, be it from afar as you sat on the other side of the classroom, or from up close, caressing his face with eyes so loving, it made him melt. You also loved to admire him in his naked glory — Jean was a man so big and beautiful, your hungry eyes could never get enough of him. He noticed your habit of basically devouring the sight of him touching himself, so he made sure to pay back all the damn teasing with a few mirror videos here and there, of him gently stroking his slowly swelling cock, sometimes through the towel when he was fresh out of the shower, or half naked in his room when he went back home for the weekend, already missing your presence…

His little revenge usually worked, seeing him touch himself in any way made you drool and your mind go blank instantly. You adored getting close to him, looking up at his handsome face, deep into his eyes as you were kneeling in front of him, watching and feeling his cock just an inch from your face before you begged for him to stroke you with it, slap it on your tongue, smear his precum on your lips, then stuff your face full… You were absolutely crazy about this man.

You also couldn’t get enough of his voice. Jean was definitely a talker, and your ability to cum in seconds as he whispered the most filthy, nasty words into your ear was completely new to you.

“S’creamy little pussy’s squeezing me so tight,” he moaned before gently biting down on your earlobe, his thick shaft stretching you from behind with the dirtiest loud squelching sounds. Another delicious groan reached your ear, and your eyes rolled back, knowing you were going to cum in no time. “That’s it, messy girl, cream on my cock f’me.”

Jean was all about being gentle and soft, but he was also quite passionate as he quickly got carried away. It was a beautiful clash of pleasures when his words and praises remained soft and caring while the movements of his hips, strong arms and large hands became rough, almost cruel.

SMACK!

His hand came down on the round of your ass with a harsh slap, and you whimpered in pain as you hovered over his face, your hands clutching his strands of hair as Jean sat on the floor below you, eating you out with a feverish greed. His wet lips mumbled into your pussy before he continued licking your sensitive little knob into insanity. “Mhmm yeah, keep holding onto my hair, pretty girl”

“JEAN!“ you cried out as another loud slap left a stinging pleasure hot on your ass, and your knees felt like giving out as his tongue swirled you closer to your peak.

“Cum on my face, baby, please make a mess f’me…”

Maybe that was the secret to all the otherworldly pleasure you experienced with each other — you both loved making the other feel incredibly good. After a long day of teasing each other, you couldn’t wait to feel his strong, large body wrap around you, his hot skin on yours, soft lips sucking your tongue into his mouth…

“Oh my god… How are you so—so fucking big?” you muttered and Jean chuckled as your jaw stayed fallen open, your pretty eyes staring at his erection as it jumped free from the confinement of his boxers. The sight made your mouth water. Even though you haven't touched it yet, his cock was already so heavy and wet, the flush tip leaking, so messy and eager to be inside you.

“Y’gonna be in shock every single time?”

“Mhmmm”

But what you loved most was how safe you felt surrounded by his thick, muscular thighs, or big arms as they snaked around your naked body, hugging you tightly to his chest, his length thrusting up into you slowly as his honey-like eyes sank into yours, his soft lips uttering secret little praises into your mouth… Words that made you feel like your hearts poured right through your ribs and melted into each other, words that felt so warm, so sacred, only yours...

"I'm only yours…”

Your hand moved on its own as you knocked on the door and your heart fluttered with the most childlike excitement you felt in a long while. The lock clicked, the door opened...

And there he stood in front of you.

You looked up to Jean's face and your heart sank to your stomach. An unexplainable contentment filled your chest every single time those beautiful hazel eyes met yours, his expression softening as he looked at you, his pretty lips curving into a smile and uttering words you could barely comprehend as your mind immediately turned to putty.

"Hey! Come in."

Warmth filled your chest as Jean turned to let you in and Mikasa's words echoed in your mind from earlier. You felt like she might've been right.

He felt like home.

"Will you be playing tin soldier in the doorway all night?" Jean tittered as he leaned onto the doorknob and you shook your head to jerk yourself out of your spontaneous daydream. Jean found it absolutely amusing when you became flustered — he noticed your eyes running down his body and the slight blush of your cheeks didn't escape his attention either as you stared at his face with big sparkling eyes.

"Shut up" you frowned as you quickly looked away, but you couldn't hide your embarrassment from him. "I'm eating your present"

"What present?" his curious eyes followed your movements while he closed the door behind you and you put down the paper bag you had in your hand.

"I brought you a—fuck—AHH!" you let out an irritated grunt as you turned to him, trying to unzip your winter coat, and failing miserably as the fringe of your knitted scarf got caught by the zip.

"Wait, let me help you," Jean snickered at your clumsiness and immediately stepped closer, his warm fingers taking the hardware from your frozen ones.  "Y'little twit."

"Hey, don't make me beat you again," you shot a threatening look up at him, then bit back a smile as he let out a heartfelt laugh. You felt your heart pounding against your chest faster as he stood so close to you, his eyes fixated on your zip with an adorable little frown.

"Your hands went numb in the cold?" Jean's eyes flicked up to yours for a moment and you nodded. Oh god, how your cute red, frostbitten cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Mhm, they always do," you replied pouting as you slipped your hands out of your colorful gloves that Sasha knitted for you. Crocheting wasn't her only craft and your closet got the best out of it. "My circulation's as shitty as it can get. And it's freezing out there..."

"This big ass scarf, I swear to god," Jean murmured, annoyed, as you chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from his face so close to yours. He found you so adorable in your huge, thick coat, big scarf and bigger snowboots. You reminded him of a dressed up little penguin.

And his face seemed so warm and welcoming, you couldn't help sliding your frozen hands on it. "HOLY SHIT, you're freezing, what the fuck?!"

"Ouuu god, and you're burning me." Your shoulders shook with laughter and Jean let you warm your little fingers on top of his stubbled jaw with a smile while he successfully operated your scarf out of the zip.

"There you go."

"Thank you, doctor," you finally unzipped your coat as Jean stepped back, his nosiness turning his attention back to the mysterious paper bag again. "See, it was worth it becoming a neurosurgeon."

"Shit, lucky you, you're in dire need of a brain transplant," he snapped back with the familiar shit-eating grin and you stared back with narrowed eyes.

"Aight, it's final, I am eating your present."

"But what is it?! Let me see." Jean's hand already reached for the paper bag, but you swiftly jumped in and grabbed it before he could.

"Na-uh-uh! It's a present, I have to give it to you," you smiled as one of your hands slipped into the bag, and Jean's heart skipped a beat at your happy, frostbitten little expression. Whatever you'd gift him, he was already melting.

"Ah yeah, silly me." He mirrored your smile while you dropped the paper bag, a familiarly wrapped pack of something remaining in your hands.

"I know you were dying to try out the new pastry shop in town center." Your hands reached out to Jean, but he didn't move yet. His look was glued to the pretty joyful glint of your eyes. "So I got you lemon cake 'cause you said your mom's was your favorite."

Jean's eyes finally left yours and he gazed at the colorful packaging of the cake as you carefully handed it over to him, an inevitable smile growing on his face while his chest filled with warmth as you explained further.

"It's probably not as good, but I figured your insanely sweet tooth might like it," you chirped cheerfully as Jean felt the familiar little butterflies wake up in his stomach, returning his gaze back to you with the most gorgeous, sheepish smile. He was flustered.

He didn't even remember the last time someone surprised him with such a small, yet so thoughtful little gift.

Jean turned to the cake again, looking for the easiest way to unwrap it as he tried to hide the blush he felt heating up his face. He's blushing over a slice of cake, how fucking stupid.

"Thank you— Grab a plate, we'll share."

"Nooo, I got it for you," you grinned, noticing the rosy tint of his cheeks even in the dim lighting of their dorm. "Only for you."

Jean's eyes returned to meet yours again, visibly softening as his cheeks burned with the immense love he felt at that moment. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies, and your hearts fluttered to the same chaotic rhythm as he leaned down to softly kiss you. The sweet taste of your watermelon chapstick made him tingle inside as you kissed him back, now blushing a whole lot more than Jean was previously.

"Thank you, pretty girl." He spoke softly as your kiss broke, smiling at how quickly you softened under his lips, eyes glistening up at him with desperation for more.

"I hope you'll like it," you mumbled in response, your eyes sheepishly dropping to avoid the intense feeling in your chest woken up by Jean's stare.

As if you didn't regularly fuck the soul out of each other.

It was kind of a weird place to be, casual affection still felt a little awkward between you two because despite the excruciating sexual tension, you still didn't declare any romantic intentions verbally. You and Jean hanging out casually was just that: talking about any and every possible thing, sharing your silliest theories, fooling around... Until one of you couldn't bear the tension of the intense eye contact and being so close anymore, and broke the ice with a touch on the inner thigh, a gentle stroke on the lips, or a soft but eager kiss. And there was no stopping from there.

Getting so close to each other as friends just made it even more of a strange situation, really.

"Speaking of doing favors... Can you please cut my hair?" Jean flashed a forced robotic grin at you and you stared at him for a moment with a genuine confusion furrowing your brows. He laid on his bed in front of you, still having a few small crumbs of the cake he just devoured stuck to his lips. "I don't trust anyone with it anymore."

"Oooh, so this is why you wanted to "hang out"," you sneered at him as your fingers imitated quotation marks in the air, earning an amused roll of Jean's hazel eyes. "You're using me for my insane manual skills..."

"Yeah, I'm with you solely for the free haircuts."

"With me?" you raised an eyebrow and bit back your smile as Jean's smug confidence seemed to suddenly disappear as his eyes dropped to his fidgeting hands. Your heart nervously skipped a beat at the phrase, but you decided to joke it off. "And I'm with you solely for your mullet."

"Knew it," Jean shook his head with a renewed smile. "Taking advantage of my body... How dare you?"

"I'd rather not comment on that," you chuckled to yourself as Jean started rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table, now laying on his stomach. "But I'd love to know how I earned your trust to touch your treasured locks."

"Here you go," Jean reached for your hands with a self-assured look on his face, carefully placing a pair of scissors in it. You gazed at them for a second before meeting his confident stare again.

"But these are regular scissors."

"And?"

"These aren't good, they could damage the ends of your hair," you said, but immediately bursted out laughing at Jean's deadpan.

"Okay, mom, I do not give a single flying fuck about my ends."

"Okay, honey-boo-boo-sweetiepie, whatever you say," you shrugged, getting to your feet as you took to the bathroom with your assigned hairstyling shears in your hand. "C'mon then."

"I'm starting to think you spend way too much time with Sasha," Jean smiled as his eyes involuntarily followed the smooth motions of your hips as you walked away, the sweet tinkling of your laughter sending a wave of warmth through his core.

You couldn't even imagine how endlessly content he felt in your presence.

"And I'm starting to think you lost your mind and share one singular braincell with Connie now," you snapped back, flicking on the bathroom light as a chuckling Jean got out of his bed to follow you. "Trusting me to cut your hair..."

"You said you usually cut your own and it's really good. The layers look pretty," Jean replied as he stopped next to you in front of the sink and his large fingers gently caressed your soft strands of hair. He liked it when you wore it down.

"Really?" you glanced up at him as you felt your face getting warmer and Jean smiled, letting his hands tangle in your hair at the back of your head. He found you so cute.

"Really."

That's how you found yourself spending your Friday night standing behind Jean with the scissors and a comb in hand. He was seated in front of the mirror above the sink, a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders, smiling at your reflection as you furrowed your brows in serious concentration, trying to get a thorough look of his hair before every single snip.

"Just a trim, right?"

"Yeah, just an inch or two," Jean replied, keeping his head perfectly still, unable to scrape the smile off his face as he was watching you. "I'm leaving it up to you, though."

"Do you really trust my skills that much?" you grinned as you slowly moved the comb to grab a section of his ashy brown hair, trimming off the ends to the same length as the previous section.

"I do." Your eyes met Jean's in the mirror for a moment as he responded, and you had to take a second look. His hair was kind of messy, having been brushed and clipped in multiple different directions, but despite looking a bit silly, the playful sparkle in his eyes still made your heart skip a beat.

"You're so handsome," you smiled back at him, lifting your hand for a second to gently caress his warm cheek as he sat completely motionless for you. Jean just chuckled, but even though he always became flustered, you knew how much he liked being praised. "It's a shame you're my customer."

"Oh, so no head?!"

"Nooo," you laughed at the reference and cut another section, moving the scissors to snip the ends a few times vertically as well. "It wouldn't be ethical."

"I forgot my wallet though, can't pay any other way," Jean fake-pouted and you shook your head giggling. Snip. Snip. More and more pieces of hair fell slowly to the cold tiles.

"We'll figure something out, don't worry, pretty boy," your eyes followed your own fingers' movements, brushing them through his hair a few times to see where the section needed to be adjusted. "Are you washing it after?"

"Probably."

"Can I braid it when it's dried?" you asked, eyes lighting up as the sudden thought came to you, but Jean quickly knocked down your enthusiasm.

"You absolutely can not."

"Pretty pleaseee," you grinned at his reflection in the mirror and he let out a small chuckle as your fingers moved on to the sections at the back of his head.

"You wouldn't even be able to braid this length, smartass." Jean found the idea weird, but your excitement adorable. He was also kind of curious how you'd braid his hair, but still. He couldn't let you know that.

"How do you know? Ya knucklehead," you frowned. "I wasn't aware that a world-known hairstylist graced me with his professional presence."

"Yeah, you're the chosen one," Jean grimaced as you ruffled his hair on the side that you were done trimming, the freshly cut strands of hair tickling the skin on his face.

"Thanks for choosing me, your majesty," you replied, quickly pinching his cheek before removing a clip from a section on the other side of his pretty head. Your heart already fluttered at the way his hair looked, tousled and wild...

But it still didn't compare to the warmth spreading in your center as Jean stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower.

His grey sweatpants and oversized shirt smelled fresh as she stepped to his bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your shoulder as you laid on your stomach, typing on your phone. You glanced up at him as he flashed his signature grin at you and as you watched him dry his damp hair with a towel, you felt straight up mesmerized. How the hell can a man so beautiful be real and standing in front of you?

"Who are you texting?" Jean's hazel eyes flicked to the screen of your phone while you shifted on the bed, making place for him to sit beside you.

"Sasha," you smiled as you laid your head on your arm, still watching him. "She asked me to take a pic of this masterpiece of a haircut."

"Wait, let me turn so you can get the back..."

"Nooo, don't turn away, lemme see your face." You opened your camera app, then smiled at him on the screen. Jean was surprisingly unaffected by anyone taking pictures of him, anytime, never being awkward in front of the camera, and of course being extremely photogenic in addition — that handsome bastard. "You look so good."

"No, you." Jean suddenly leaned down to nuzzle into your hair near your ear and you instantly raised your shoulders to protect your neck, bursting out laughing as his stubble and hot breath tickled your skin.

Jean shifted his body to lay down beside you, the heat radiating from him immediately making your core tingle. A warm hand slipped under your shirt to gently slide along your waistline, up to your back while his face stayed close to yours. Your laughter quieted to a content sigh as your arms wreathed around his neck, his soft lips slightly grazing the skin of your jawline, giving you goosebumps.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his deep voice making your eyes slowly close in pleasure. His fingers skillfully unhooked your bra behind your back — although it wasn't a sexual act, at all. Jean's touch felt incredibly loving as his caring fingers glided on your now uncovered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the skin. Another sigh fell from your lips as you felt relief fill you, his tender touch and gentle little pecks on your face making your heart flutter.

As your body pressed to the front of his, your soft skin under his fingertips and your sweet scent filling his nose, Jean felt like his heart might burst out of happiness. Your name fell from his lips as he waited for your eyes to meet his.

"Hmm?" you opened your eyes to look at him and Jean smiled at how sleepy your expression turned under his touch.

"I... I just wanted to know if you felt comfortable, y'know—with where this is going." Jean spoke softly and your eyes melted together in a safe warmth.

"What do you mean?" you asked, eyes blinking slowly.

"I mean... I know we've been on a lot of dates, but I still feel like—like, we haven't talked about any labels or anything, so I wondered if—"

"If I felt comfortable," you smiled and Jean pressed the tip of his nose onto yours as he nodded.

"Yeah. I don't want you to feel like we're just fooling around... Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be so greedy, as if I can't control myself around you," he mumbled, his thumb caressing your lips as his hand on your back wandered up to the back of your neck under your shirt. "Sometimes I feel like I ruined the chance to start out right, to treat you right..."

"I don't know how it should go, but... This feels right," you replied as you held eye contact, then your fingers found Jean's, both of your hearts pounding faster as you held hands. The moment felt so close, so sacred, it made you smile before you quietly chuckled. "But I know what you mean, it's—it's hard to keep my hands off of you."

"Yeah, you tell me," Jean smirked. "I never thought I'd be the pathetic piece of shit who couldn't keep it in his pants for the life of him...”

You laughed wholeheartedly as you shook your head, "Well, I don't want you to keep it in your pants."

"Yeah, that's the problem."

"But it just feels so good," you returned your gaze back to his honey-like eyes, your legs tangling between his. "It's not because I'm a horny pervert, I swear, it just feels so incredibly good to be close to you..."

"I know," he replied quietly, almost whispering as he smiled, butterflies in his stomach flapping around once again. "I feel the same."

Jean tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your foreheads pressed together. A few moments of comfortable silence set between you two and you felt so safe in his arms, you felt like you could easily fall asleep.

"You're so different from the tough little shell that you hide under," Jean whispered, poking a finger on your sternum. "Inside your frozen little heart."

"It's not frozen," you chuckled. "I'm just... I got used to being alone. I didn't open up until we didn't know each other, I don't see the use of opening up to most people, most of the time, you know."

As Jean's lips turned into a pout, you felt the need to explain further.

"I mean, I wasn't lonely. Just alone. I've always been alone," you spoke, then chuckled at his saddened expression. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it as a sob story."

"I know, I get it... I do," Jean reassured you, slightly squeezing your hand.

"Then you know how special this is for me," you mumbled as your lips were just an inch from his.

"I know," Jean whispered. "And I want you to know how special your pretty little heart is to me."

Your eyes met again and you felt your bodies molding perfectly into each other as his arm pulled you even closer to him.

"You should show it off a little more often," Jean smiled and you mirrored him.

"I—I do, I try to. I've never had this many friends in my life before."

"I know. I'm happy to see it... And to be next to you," he smirked. "It did feel like trying to break through a tough layer of ice in the beginning, though"

"Good thing you know how to skate," you joked with a sleepy voice. He chuckled in response — that even gave him an idea for later.

"Good thing I know how to make you melt."

"Yeah, into a small, pathetic puddle," you laughed as Jean watched you, eyes softening as they examined your beautiful features. He felt like he never wanted to take his eyes off of you.

"No, when you melt, you feel more like a... Like a huge summer rain." Jean stared at you, lingering. "Y'know, the one that's warm on your skin and feels like a liquid hug, and you don't mind it soaking through all your fucking clothes..."

"A thunderstorm?" you smirked up at him.

"Yeah, kind of," Jean replied with a half smile. "Like a crazy ass thunderstorm that comes out of nowhere, but feels so damn good in the summer heat..."

"I love those."

"Yeah," Jean mumbled as your lashes batted at him with slow, tired blinks. "I love those, too." He pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before adding, "They make my heart so happy."

[erophonemic]

Talk during sex!!! Do it!!!! "oh but talking as a dom feels awkward" do it anyways!! It's so fucking hot!!! Awkwardness is sexy!!! I wanna hear you ask me if I like that, how such a good pretty girl I am, how much you love me, how hot I am moaning for you. That I'm your princess, your special toy, how pretty my tits are, how hungry and desperate and open I am for you.

I'm literally giving it my all here telling you how what you're doing is going to make me cum and how close I am and how much I want you to make me cum, communicate baaack

[syoounn]

Hi! I hope you're doing well :)

Could I was wondering if you could write a gn!reader who is sick and refused to take their meds. So PM Dazai and Fyodor who are already fed up and annoyed with the whining about feeling sick, take the pills and water into their own mouth and kiss the reader to make them take their pills. And afterwards saying something to make the reader swallow.

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•BSD men with a stubborn sick s/o

•Characters: Fyodor, Dazai, + Chuuya

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Everything felt dizzy... as you lay down the couch while you wait for Fyodor to come back. You don't know when you felt so heavy, as you heard the door unlocked and saw Fyodor.

"Welcome, baaack.." You said while he saw you completely looked sick.

Fyodor's expression falls the moment he notices the state you're in. He approaches you, careful not to disturb you too much. He looks worried. "My, my dear, you don't look well." His voice contains a slight note of concern. This is... not something Fyodor is accustomed to. "Are you alright?"

"I dunnnoo.." You said as Fyodor kneels next to you. His hands rest on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Oh, dear. You must've caught a cold." He then looked at you sighing... he was worried about how you got cold.

"I shall return with the necessary items in merely a second." Fyodor walks off and comes back carrying medications, drink. He sits next to you on the couch and gently places you in his lap. "Now, now... I know this tastes not to your liking, but you must drink it. It'll alleviate your symptoms to a certain extent."

You kept your mouth closed, refusing to drink the medicine.. you hate the way you have to drink some bitter medicine. As you looked away and not daring to even look at what Fyodor was holding.

"Im not gonna drink that.." You said being stubborn after seeing the medicine colour just makes you feel sick.

"Be a dear and make it easier for both of us. I don't want to resort to more drastic methods. Drink it." His tone has grown colder again, a note of annoyance evident.

There were still no signs that you're going to take of you taking the medicine.

"I don't waaaant to..." You said... Fyodor sighs.. and have enough with your protest.. but he can't help to adore your vulnerable state and being stubborn. He loves the view he's viewing right now, but he has no choice but to do it.

As you feel Fyodor's hand on the back of your head, and he tilts you upward. He kisses you on the lips, sliding the cold liquid into your mouth. His tongue forces the medicine down, and just like that, he holds your mouth closed until he's sure you have swallowed everything.

You can taste the bitter aftertaste running down your throat as Fyodor pulls away. You were speechless as he still looked at you with a serious expression of him as you were so stubborn.

A blush spread on your cheek as you kept quiet on what just happened... as he smiled mischievously.

"Now.. close your eyes and rest.. you don't want me to make me use other methods for you to obey, right?" He then kissed your forehead and made sure you're comfortable. It's pretty rare to see this side of Fyodor.. as your eyelids slowly get heavy and make you fall asleep.

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"Belllaa~" Dazai won't stop cudding with you as how much you've been saying you're sick and still snuggle up to you.

"We can't cuddle right know..." You said.. slowly nudging him as you felt bad.. you wanna cuddle with him too but you don't want him to get sick.

Dazai continues leaning forward until only their noses are touching, he whispers in a voice that is barely audible. ".. How about we just spend time together until you get better..?"

Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, his thumb occasionally gently rubbing against your skin. Dazai leans back as he continues speaking

Dazai keeps smiling and continues whispering, "... Because there'll be no shortage of opportunities to do more than just caring for you."

Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek as he leans closer once again and speaks with a soft and comforting voice. "You're mine after all.." He said, smiling at you.

You felt more dizzy as you can't really much tell what's Dazai was saying he noticed that you were starting to feel dizzy. His hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, but he leans back. His voice becomes softer, and he grabs some medicine.

He tried to be as convincing as possible as he spoke. He knows you're going to be stubborn when you have to drink medicine.

"Come on, just drink it up. It won't taste very nice, but it'll get your cold control faster so you feel better...then we cuddle you know..?"

He said as he looks at you pleading.. You didn't fall for it as you kept refusing.

"No.. im not going to drink that..!" You said and avoiding his gaze.

Dazai chuckles softly as he speaks, his tone becoming more seductive and comforting as he was slightly annoyed.. how can he cuddle you if you kept going like this..? he then leans closer towards you

"... You're really too stubborn at times, you know that? Fine.. let's do this on easy way.."

Dazai's hand firmly held your chin as it forces your jaw open just wide enough so he can pour the medicine into your mouth. Dazai keeps a firm grip of your chin the entire time so you can't spit it out.

Dazai chuckles as he feels your tongue trying to push the medicine back out of your mouth. Dazai then seals your lips with his, forcefully preventing you from pushing the medicine back out. Dazai's other hand holds you in the tight grip as he forces you to swallow the medicine.

You were surprised as you tried to push him away refusing to swallow it Dazai doesn't give you any breathing space to refuse the medicine as he keeps holding your mouth sealed shut with his. His hand keeps on firmly gripping your chin as you try to move your head away from his. He keeps trying to make you swallow the medicine.

Dazai eventually manages to make you swallow the medicine in its entirety because of how hard he pressed his lips against yours. The medicine is gradually flowing down your throat and into your stomach.

Dazai pulls away smirking as he gave you a kiss again as you clearly start to struggle to breath and a blush spread across your face. Dazai kept repeating the same loop and immediately throw a pillow at him to stopped Dazai.

"Im not done kissing you yet..!" He said.. with the look of lust on his eyes as he took a note of you blushing a smirk can be seen on his face. "Oh..?~ You liked it after all.." He said teasingly.

He then snuggled up to you feeling relief you've taken your medicine.. "Now we can cuddle now..~" You still felt flustered and felt so defeated by his kiss.. Maybe next time you'll drink your medicine with your own will.

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Chuuya came home tired.. seeing your state making him so annoyed.. he just wanted to cuddle with and sleep already and now.. he's not able to.

As he takes note of your fever. Despite that, he still wants to comfort you for a bit, even if he is going to end up getting sick.

“I know… but I can’t let you lie here alone like this.”

He sighs as he pulls you into a hug, knowing very well that there’s likely a chance he might fall ill, too. But he is willing to risk it if you could be made more comfortable, even if it’s just for a bit.

"Chuuya don't be stubborn..." He then let of you pouting as he spoke.. “Damnit, Doll… you made sure to take your medicine right?”

You then looked away, avoiding his gaze.. "Well.. uhm.." Chuuya’s eyes narrow as he raises an eyebrow when you mention you haven’t taken your meds yet. “You didn’t take your medicine..” He looks at you with a disappointed look as he sets you out of his arms and sits up in bed. “Why didn’t you take your medicine..?”

"It taste bad and im going to be fine..!" You said protesting.

“So? You still have to take them…” He grumbles as he stands up and walks to the bathroom, grabbing some medicine and a glass of water from the drawer under the sink. He walks back to you and places the water and medicine on your lips. “Just open wide…”

You covered youself with blanket and moving away from him. "I don't waaannnaaa"

Chuuya scowled at how stubborn you’re being, but he’s already made up his mind and knows he won’t stop until you take them. “I know you don’t want to, but you need to.” He tells you sternly as he holds the tablet to your mouth and waits for you to swallow. “Come on, Doll. You know I’m not kidding around.”

As much as Chuuya had felt a bit exasperated with you, he still couldn’t help but to find you adorable. Your stubbornness was always one of things he adored about you. Even when you pouted and hid away your mouth.

But once he placed the pill on your tongue, he didn’t hesitate on kissing you to get you to swallow it.

Chuuya continued to apply soft kisses on your mouth as he waited for you to swallow the medicine. Once he heard you've finally swallow it, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. "Alright... you took it?" He murmured as he looked at you for an answer.

You cough a little and felt embarrassed as you hid yourself with a pillow. “That wasn’t so bad, Doll, you’re fine.” He told you as he gently removed the pillow from your face. He also brought a hand up to brush back your hair, as if it was a natural reflex to do so.

“Just relax, there’s no use in being so embarrassed…” He rubbed the back of your head gently and kissed your forehead to comfort you. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed you before anyways. You don’t need to turn all red for me…” He teases and smugly about.

Well he's right.. but it was unexpected... as you lay your head to his chest and wrapped his arms around you to make you sleep comfortably.

"Rest well, Doll.." He then kissed your cheeks adoring you. The medicine wasn't taste so bad when Chuuya makes you drink it.. you wondered why...

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[lizzy019]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐸𝒶𝓉, 𝒮𝑜 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉?

Dom!Darrel Curtis x Sub!Two-Bit Mathews x Plus-size Fem!Reader

cw-> insecurities, polyamorous relationship, double penetration, booty slapping, overstimulation

Word Count -> 1.6K

I love Darbit so much :DDD Did you know that $10 back in the 60s is the equivalent to about $105 nowadays? Cool asf

The timer ticked as you three waited for the cake to finish its baking process, Darry was whipping some icing to put on top of it as a small treat.

“Should I go get beer? We have beer, right? I think I should go get beer-”

“Two-Bit, we have beer. Sitcher ass down and wait, it’s only a few more minutes.” Darry scolded lightly, annoyed by Two-Bit’s disheartening energy.

Two-Bit sighed dramatically, hobbling his way over to you and pulling you into a hug so time could pass by faster. You smelled so nice, so fresh and clean. He felt rather dirty almost instantly.

“Mmh.. my little Minnie mouse, d’ya wanna come with me to get beer?” He asked as he hugged you close, relishing in your lovely soft flesh squishing against his. It felt so heavenly and warm.

You could only smile at the nickname and chuckle at his request, your own expression becoming warm as you shrugged.

“Darry said we have beer, but if you’re so determined, I can give you money.” You smiled, giving his back a soft rub as his smile widened and his head nodded with vigor to your offer.

You pulled away to go find your wallet, taking out a simple 10 dollar bill and hurrying back to him. You knew it’d either be just enough, or maybe a little less, but it’d work out for him.

“Buy the beer we ALL like, not just the ones you like, Two.” You chided, shooing him out and laughing as he jogged out of the house.

The door slammed shut behind him, and Darry was prepping the icing in the fridge, waiting for it to cool.

“You’re one of the few who can tolerate his obnoxious behaviour. Maybe that’s why you’re so hot.” He hummed, walking to you and gently rubbing your hip with his rough palm.

“Or maybe it’s these lovely thick hips, with a pretty, big butt behind ‘em. Maybe it’s how gorgeous you look all bare and exposed to me whenever Two-Bit gets needy. I dunno, maybe it’s just you.” Darry murmured, his hand now digging gently into the soft flesh of your hip, traveling to scoop an asscheek of yours into his hand before smirking.

“Look atchu, I can’t get this from any ol’ girl. I don’t want ‘em skinny anyway, that’s not my style. I want a girl who can take a big hug, who has little belly rolls, love handles and thick thighs. Plus, the bigger, the wealthier, hm?”

Your cheeks were hot with a pink hue, hands at his waist as you fought so hard to not giggle out of appreciation. While half the things he said didn’t make much sense to you, the only thing that stuck was that he liked it and so did Two-Bit.

With a soft hum, Darry’s hands gently smoothed over under your shirt to caress the soft pudge you had, that little piece of fat in which you hated so much about yourself. It was warm, and so very cute.

“Yeah but.. don’t I look gluttonous? I look like I practically inhale food.” You murmured, watching his hands lovingly squeeze your rolls.

“Yeah. You eat, so what? Doesn’t every person need food to live heathily? You’re worrying, I don’t like it.” Darry groaned out in disbelief.

With some effort but with a big smile, he lifted you up without a second thought to carry you and sit you atop the table. Luckily today, Steve and Soda were at work and Ponyboy was at school, Johnny and Dally were together who knows where, so it was just you and Darry now.

And Two-Bit soon enough.

Soft, slow kisses were pressed along the muscle of your neck, your hands clutching his triceps as little sighs of pleasure coursed through your every vein.

It was only once Darry began to get too touchy did Two-Bit burst through the door with beer and a bright smile.

“I’m baaack! Where are you tw- oh..” Two-Bit interrupted himself when he saw the situation.

A wide smile cracked on the Mickey fan’s face, and instantly the beer was forgotten and placed to the side as he chucked his leather jacket off to hurry over to the two of you.

“You started without me? No fair!” Two-Bit cried, gently tugging Darry and you to Darry’s bedroom.

“Come on, come on! Let’s go!” His genuine excitement for this had both you and Darry smiling, and without reticence, you both followed.

Soon, you all were huddled together in Darry’s bed, naked and bare to each other as Two-Bit smiled softly at your wettened panties.

“You kept her last pair, can I keep this pair? Please, Darry?” Two-Bit asked so politely, how could Darry say no?

The undergarment of yours was exchanged as if it were simple money, something to use for personal gain whether it be for dirty pleasure or lust-filled admiration. Whatever it was, Two-Bit certainly wanted it.

Once they were in his hand, he whiffed it happily and your face scrunched up in disgust, a light chuckle resonating from your throat.

“Ew, you weirdo.” You teased, chucking the fabric away and laying down on your side to face Two-Bit.

Darry set himself up behind you, offering you a condom as a yes-no type question. If Darry was going anal, why did the condom matter? Ohh, for Two-Bit! You shook your head and smiled, you’d taken the pill early in the morning.

So with a nod, the condom was put aside and he gently applied some lube to your pretty puckered hole. Your pussy didn’t need it from how much it was freely spewing out.

“Alright Darry, same time, yeah?” Two-Bit asked with a soft smile.

Darry nodded, lining himself up properly and waiting for Two-Bit to start up as well. Soon enough, the two men’s dicks were ramming into your holes like relentless drills to concrete. Pounding away until there was nothing.

“Oh baby! Oh, my little Minnie mouse, you got me feelin’ it! Fuck!” Two-Bit cried out in pleasure, hands seizing your pretty protruding stomach and squeezing it lovingly.

The sounds were bouncing off the walls, the sounds of wet slapping, moaning, bed creaking, all of it mixed into one harmonious sound that you all didn’t wish to forget. The moment was forming a bond stronger than before now that its base was solidified with love.

Being Two-Bit’s “little Minnie mouse” and Darry’s “sweetie”, the whole moment was enough to have you going cross-eyed in pleasure, but not just lustful pleasure either.

Darry’s hand came to slap your rear in a light motion, to get you to clench on the both of them. You moaned out, arm lazily draped over Two-Bit’s body while he hid away in your half hug.

“Yeah sweetie, tighten real good for us. Look at Two-Bit, he’s seein’ stars. I’ma make you see stars too, sweetie. Just wait for it, be a good girl.” Darry commanded with less force than he could give, too enraptured in the pleasure to even be coherent enough to speak his thoughts.

“Ohh baby, you got us feelin’ so good. How does it feel bein’ worshiped by us two? Havin’ us tell ya how pretty you are?” Two-Bit sighed out in ecstasy, relishing in your pussy’s tight walls.

“Fu-uck! Feels so good! I love it.. I love you! Both of you!” You whined out into the room’s already obscene mess of sounds.

Once everyone found a rhythm that suited all their needs, you three were climbing up the stairs of pure passionate pleasure. It was smooth and effortless, the only occasional slip-up was, literally, Two-Bit accidentally slipping out.

Fingers clawing at Two-Bit’s fabric shirt, you could only begin to get louder with your sounds as you approached a finale. A climax with the two of them penetrating you, it excited you like no other.

“Close! Fuck, so close! Faster, faster.. fuck!” You moaned out into the room, finding yourself being swooped away by your climax to cloud nine.

You swore you couldn’t see anything for a good minute before everything settled back down, but the sensitivity of your walls and their constant thrusting was getting you a bit too overstimulated.

“S-stop, stop! ‘M sensitive!” You whimpered, hot tears spilling from your cheeks at the lack of mercy they provided.

Yet luckily enough, Two-Bit tapped out to let his load ooze into your welcoming womb, and shortly after, Darry had let his release flow too as his cum filled your arse.

With huffs and puffs, desperate attempts to clutch back air, you all were now happily adjusting to get some quality cuddles in. Until a voice boomed from the front door, alerting you all.

“That’s swell! Who bought more beer?” The voice called, sounding like Steve was back.

Now everyone was huddled together into the living room, talking amongst themselves and eating the chocolate cake previously made while you and Two-Bit watched some Mickey Mouse.

You two shared the same beer bottle, and he’d give an expression of disgust whenever he took a sip.

“How ever you all like this type of beer is nasty. ‘S too dry.” He hummed out, watching with saddened eyes as the show he loved so dearly cut to commercials.

You could only laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before standing upright to go fetch another slice of cake.

[giggly-squiggily]

I’m baaack again!! I was wondering if I could have a romantic (or platonic idm) Gon and Killua with say yes? Can Gon be the lee plz since he’s so adorable and I wanna hug him so baaad!!

I also am glad this event is going well for you. Hope you’re doing well 🥰

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

AHH! *happy dances* I was hoping to get some HxH! This is beyond perfect ahhh! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Say Yes: "Hey, what are you- give that back!"

Gon looked over at Killua, watching him shake a few more chocolate balls in his mouth. Where he got the chocolate robot was beyond him. “Killua, can I have some?”

“Get your own.” The former assassin stuck his tongue out playfully before going for more. Gon took his opportunity.

“Hey, what are you- oi, give that back!” Killua yelped indignantly when Gon snatched the robot from him, giggling when Killua reached for it. “Gon, come on! You know that’s my favorite candy of all time!”

“If you shared, I wouldn’t have to do this!” Gon teased, making little effort to run away as Killua grabbed him, reaching for the box with one hand as Gon held it high. “Come on, Killua- you almost got it!”

“Why you son of a-” His frustration quickly shifted to a look of pure mischief as Killua changed targets, grabbing onto Gon’s sides and squeezing rapidly. “Take this! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Ehehehe!” Gon yelped, dropping the Robot box almost immediately. “Whahahit, wahahhahait! Ahehahhaha, Kihihihihihullhahahaha, wahhahhait!”

“If you didn’t take my robot, I wouldn’t have to do this!” Killua cooed, throwing Gon’s earlier words back in his face as he tripped him, bringing them to the ground. Laughing, he easily caught Gon’s wrists in one hand as his other drilled into his belly, making Gon squeal and cackle beneath him. “You’re so ticklish!” “Soohohoh are yohohoohu! Ahehahahha, hehehehehre!” With some effort, Gon wiggled a hand free, poking Killua in the belly. It was just enough to throw him off. “Sehehhehehee!”

“Gahha, you jerk!” Killua giggled, doubling his efforts on Gon’s belly, making him curl up with a squeaky whine. “Got you now! Apologize Gon!”

“Fihihihine! Fiihihihihine, Iihihihi’m shahahhaharry! Aheahhahah, Kihiihihluhuhuaha!” Gon’s cheeks were on fire, eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he tapped repeatedly against the ground, signaling he was done. Killua stopped immediately. “Ahehehaha..ehehahahhaa..hehe..ccahan I stihihll have some cahhandy?”

“Pfft-” Killua busted out laughing, falling into Gon’s shoulder as he shook with mirth. “Yohohohu’re a mess! Gehahhahahha!”

Gon snickered, hugging him close as they laughed and laughed, the candy temporarily forgotten.

[andromeda-galaxy2877]

Hiiiii I’m baaack because, as always, ur writing is lovely. Would you be so kind as to do 16 & 26, s’il te plaît? 👁️👁️

Hi again Ferr! I have more angst for you >:D

Once again, blood and death warning! (sorry guys Ferr brings out the worst in me /pf /lh /pos)

Link to original prompts below!

https://www.tumblr.com/promptsbytaurie/737257254775111680/dialogue-prompts-for-injury?source=share

16: “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise”

26: “[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

All he’d wanted to do was blow off a little steam, take some time out of the Lair. Away from his new responsibilities, away from the new and uncomfortable home they were renovating, away from his fights with Raph. All he’d wanted was peace and quiet.

And maybe a bit of fun. That was the whole reason Leo brought Mikey along with him; well that, and that he’d noticed his youngest brother looking a bit sad as Leo had stormed away from Raph. 

So, Leo had gone to Mikey’s room, finding the box turtle hunched at his desk. Neon lights embedded in the ceiling of his train cart painted the room in a soft glow as he drew something— Mikey looked up the moment he heard Leo come in, his expression furrowed in confusion.

“Hey Mike.” Leo had begun with a big grin, hoping it would hide how his heart was racing. How much he was afraid that his recent attitude had driven more than one brother away from him. “Wanna come topside with me to skateboard?” It wasn’t like they had a ramp inside anymore.

After Mikey had agreed, Leo had anticipated a peaceful night. Hanging out with his baby brother, practicing tricks on their skateboards, maybe grabbing a pizza…

…Getting attacked by the Foot Clan had not been a part of the plan.

The two turtles hadn’t been expecting a fight, let alone such a sudden ambush. 

Leo noticed Mikey had opted to use his skateboard as a weapon, flinging it around with his kusari-fundo. The slider chuckled as his little brother flung one of the foot soldiers clean off their feet and careening right into another.

“Nice throw, little brother!” Leo called, grinning as Mikey shot him a thumbs up. And then the box turtle’s expression did something horrible.

It twisted, horror sharpening— before he was suddenly at Leo’s side, shoving him with a scream to, “WATCH OUT!”

Leo hissed as gravel dug into his palms and forearms, stinging his scales. He pushed himself back up to a kneel, whipping around—

All the air rushed from his body. Shock settled into his bones, freezing him in place.

Mikey stood over him, his eyes wide. Staring down at the sword stabbing through his stomach— and then crying out as it was pulled out, falling to his knees then collapsing onto his side.

And Leo.

Saw.

Red.

…

…

…He wasn’t sure what exactly happened next. He vaguely recalled screams, flashes of blue portals and pink smoke, and then silence. 

The only sound filling the dark skatepark was Leo’s heavy breathing. His breath hitched, swords slipping out of his hands and clattering to the ground as he whipped around, rushing back to Mikey’s side.

“MIKEY!” He screamed, crashing down to his knees and tugging his baby brother into his arms. The box turtle cried out, flinching as he was jostled.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry— hang on, just hang on—” Leo’s mind was scrambled. ‘Focus, focus, focus focus focus focus focusfocusfocusfocus— stop the bleeding.’ Leo fumbled through his pouches, practically ripping a pack of gauze out and pressing it to the wound.

Mikey whimpered, shuddering and curling closer to his big brother. Tears stung the corners of Leo’s eyes as he rocked them back and forth, pressing it down harder as the blood soaked into the spongy material— causing Mikey to scream.

“God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.” Leo breathed, shaking violently. He hit his panic button, heart in his throat. He’d never dealt with a stab wound like this before, not in this location. Not alone. “I’ll get you home, I’ll get help. Okay? You’re gonna be fine, Mikester.” ‘I can’t move him though, I can’t carry him that far like this, my ninpo was exhausted by that fight— I can’t—’

“Are you okay?” Mikey whispered, grabbing Leo’s bicep as he stared up at him with wild eyes. “Did you get hurt?”

“Did I—” Leo shook his head, a manic laugh escaping his beak. “Buddy, I’m fine. We gotta get you home, okay?”

Mikey hummed, his expression twisting. His scales were much paler than they should be, the gauze already leaking blood down his sides— ‘No, no no no no no NONONONONONO—’

“Leo…?” Mikey choked out, grabbing onto his shoulder desperately, fear overwhelming his weak voice. “Am I gonna die?”

“No.” Leo forced a reassuring smile onto his face. “No, no, no, of course not bud. Course not. You’re gonna be—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Mikey’s head gently thumped against Leo’s plastron. His hand slid off of the slider’s shoulder, hitting the ground with a dull thunk.

Leo was frozen. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t— he couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mike? Mikey, Miguel, come on come on—” Leo whispered, his eyes wide. He felt sick, bile rising in his throat and his lungs tightening at his baby brother’s continued stillness. “Mikey? Miguel, this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

…

Leo rocked the lifeless form in his arms slowly, feeling like he was underwater. Nothing from the world around him mattered anymore. The sounds were faint, his lungs were being crushed by the weight of his grief. The distant sounds grew louder— and then a blurry shape dropped to its knees in front of him, arms reaching out and ripping Mikey’s body right out of his hold.

Leo let them. He didn’t deserve to hold his baby brother anymore. 

He faintly heard the sound grow more frantic, the shape slowly coming into focus. He first registered the green, then the purple— oh. It was Donnie. His twin was clutching Mikey close to his chest, frantically tapping his face as he kept screaming something. Leo had no idea what— all he could hear was ringing.

The screamed words turned into an anguished, single note as Donnie crushed Mikey to his chest, faint, piercing sobs breaking through the fog clouding Leo’s mind.

And then someone else stepped into view. Leo looked up at his older brother as Raph fell in front of him, staring down at Mikey with a look Leo didn’t even want to describe. Then he slowly turned to look at Leo, grabbing his shoulders.

He shouted something unintelligible. Leo didn’t react, blinking rapidly.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Raph screamed again, shaking Leo’s shoulders roughly. 

Leo’s throat closed up. He couldn’t explain if he wanted to. He just stared at Raph silently as his big brother’s expression twisted, a horrible amalgamation of emotions swamping his face— but all Leo could see was the anger.

Leo flinched back, completely unnoticed by the others. ‘This is all my fault. If I hadn’t dragged us out here, he’d still be alive. This is my fault.’

The force of the revelation nearly crushed him.

What he heard next did.

“Can we— can we get him to the Med Bay??” Raph’s choked, hopeful, shaky question was directed at Donnie. The softshell didn’t respond, causing the desperation to rise in Raph’s voice. “Please, we gotta— he’s just a baby, please— Leo, Lee, we can get him fixed up, right?? He’ll be okay, right??”

Leo couldn’t breathe.

“Right…?”

…

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode three

ep one - ep two- ep four

Desc: You’re a regular on radio bam! hot pants!

A/n: been a while… like a WHILE while. getting wayyy back into cky properly again because oct-nov was so much fun i wanna go back everyone come back. COME BAAACK

⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒

Dico: Welcome to Radio Bam Sirius 28 Faction everyone! The sluttiest radio show on air. Tonight we got the hottest of hot pants and the whore herself Y/n! Of course we have the only one even whorier than hot pants, Brandon Novak, Raab Himself, Joe Frantz, myself of course and the one you’re all here for, Baaaaaam Margera!

Y/n: These intros are getting repetitive.

Dico: You try it next time hot pants.

Y/n: Alright I will.

Bam: That’s gonna be shit.

Y/n: Whatever. Anyways why am I even being compared to Novak of all people on the whore thing. He fucks a new girl every day I just have sex with people I know!

Raab: Yeah see that’s worse.

Y/n: How is that worse?!

Novak: Cause’ I fuck a broad, and then I never see her again! I don’t know her friends, she doesn’t know mine. It’s perfect.

Frantz: Yeah now two of the guys in the crew have seen your tits.

Bam: Actually I’ve seen her tits too.

Raab: Same.

Novak: Come again?

Y/n: Guys you are not helping my case it was a DARE!

Novak: Why am I never invited to these truth or dares?!

Y/n: This was like four years ago, we were drunk, Bam the sleaze dared me to flash my tits. End of.

Dico: Well that’s not exactly it.

Y/n: Don’t.

Bam: We made out!

Frantz: Ah the old new years smooch.

Frantz: Ah the old new years smooch.

Y/n: For the record, Bam is a terrible kisser.

Bam: That is not true!

Y/n: He’s all tongue and teeth ladies!

Bam: Maybe it was true four years ago.

Raab: That is not that long ago.

Frantz: Bam was 21 making out like a 13 year old.

Novak: You would know.

Frantz: Alright ‘life partner’.

Bam: It’s an endearing term!

Dico: Were we not gonna delve into the history of Y/n with pro skaters?

Bam: Fuck yes we are.

Y/n: Uh oh.

Bam: Well we know you’ve fucked-

Y/n: Hey! Some of those guys have girlfriends now! They don’t want their business aired out on live radio!

Raab: Well they didn’t have girlfriends when you fucked them.

Y/n: I don’t actually know that for sure.

Bam: More whoring!!!

Y/n: Hey, that’s on them not me. I’ve never knowingly been a home wrecker.

Frantz: That’s definitely not true. 

Raab: I know for a fact that’s not true.

Y/n: What the fuck are you talking about?

Dico: Hot pants has forgotten spring break 99. 

Y/n: Oh god that does not count!

Novak: Ooooh I wanna know about spring break baby who’d you fuck?

Y/n: I didn't even fuck anyone! 

Bam: Almost.

Y/n: Yeah well that’s not fucking is it?!

Frantz: Tell your story Y/n we know you want to.

Y/n: It’s not even a story. Basically we were at the Jersey Shore for spring break. Luxury, I know. And we were at this bar with our dumb fucking fake IDs and I met this guy who said he had a girlfriend but she was a bitch or something.

Dico: That's what they all say. 

Y/n: Yeah well I was drunk and he wasn’t ugly so we started making out or whatever but then I felt a fucking cold, sticky-ass drink go down my back and I turn around and get a slap in the fucking face by some bitch!

Frantz: The bitch being the girlfriend?

Y/n: Yeah! Who the fuck makes out with a girl in the same vicinity as his girlfriend?! Fucking asshole.

Bam: You’re missing out the part where the two of you got into a bitch fight and I had to tear you off of her.

Novak: *Rawwr* 

Y/n: Yeah I scratched up that bitches face but only cos she poured a fucking drink on me not because of her scummy boyfriend, she could have his ugly ass.

Raab: Well you made out with him.

Y/n: Yeah I didn’t fucking wed him Raab. 

Frantz: I feel bad for your future husband Y/n. 

Dico: He has a field of dicks to be compared to. 

Y/n: Haha. That wouldn’t even be the issue, I’m fucking friends with the field. 

Bam: Speaking of the field, field fucker, you gotta talk about at least one pro skater you’ve fucked. 

Novak: Yeah come on baby I wanna hear. 

Y/n: Why are you guys so obsessed with my sex life?

Novak: I’d be more obsessed if I was in it sweetheart.

Y/n: In your dreams Novak.

Novak: My wet dreams at least ooohaahhh.

Frantz: Come on Y/n who’d you bang?

Y/n: I can’t name drop on air. 

Dico: Oh fuck off I’ve name dropped countless times. 

Y/n: Yeah but my whores are known Dico.

Bam: I know one person you could say.

Y/n: I already know who you’re talking about and no.

Bam: Ah come on Tim was a nice bed I’m sure

Y/n: Oh you fucking asshole Bam I’m gonna kill you. 

Novak: You fucked Tim O’Connor?! And not me?!

Y/n: Yeah cause’ he’s hot?

Novak: That’s low babe.

Dico: Every episode hot pants has to talk about at least one person she’s banged.

Y/n: I haven’t banged that many people Dico.

Bam: It’s fine, when you run out of episodes you can hump Novak.

Novak: Now that’s a good idea!

Dico: You gotta do a review too, rate Tim in the sack outta ten. 

Y/n: Well hey now, doesn't this mean I get to rate you too?

Raab: Fucking zero then. 

Frantz: You know from experience? 

Y/n: Well I do and yeah it was a solid 1.

Bam: Damn not zero?

Y/n: One pity point. 

Dico: I’d like to put it out there that that was an outlying event.

Frantz: Yeah Raab can give us an updated review.

*Room laughs*

Bam: Okay everyone shut the fuck up, Y/n rate Tim.

Y/n: I’m not doing that.

Dico: Booooo.

Novak: I’d be a 10/10 for you babe.

Y/n: Alright fine. He was like a solid 8.

Bam: Damn why only 8?

Y/n: 8 is a lot! He was good but like it wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. He sweats a lot.

Frantz: You’re not into the sweaty lovers?

Y/n: Can’t say I am.

Novak: I wear deodorant sweetheart.

Dico: No you fucking don’t. 

End.

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

She's baaack!

I'm SO sorry it took so long guys, but I've been in rough shape for a bit. i'm better now, but still not working so I can update this faster!

I know it was a LONG break, but I hoe this chapter makes up for it. i'm kinda proud of it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said. 

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?” 

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!” 

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat. 

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!” Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued. 

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--” 

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right? 

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,” 

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,” 

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!” 

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--” 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--” 

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!” 

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone. 

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“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face. 

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused. 

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,” 

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips. 

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly. 

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,” 

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!” 

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,” 

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair. 

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead. 

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--” 

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence. 

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,” 

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!” 

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events. 

“You’re not?” He asked curiously. 

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?” 

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not. 

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!” 

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends. 

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly. 

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,” 

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you. 

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would’ve called you--” 

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.” 

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her. 

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door. 

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--” 

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered. 

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!” 

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!” 

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration. 

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled. 

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?” 

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,” 

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes. 

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did. 

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?” 

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

 It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast. 

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!” 

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!” 

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story. 

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb. 

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless. 

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--” 

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue. 

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…” 

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing. 

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time. 

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort. 

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped. 

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob. 

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--” 

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.” 

He finally looked at you. 

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms. 

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy. 

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly. 

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you. 

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily. 

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips. 

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment. 

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding. 

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.” 

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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Day 5: Picnic

“Knock, knock!” Pepper laughed while knocking on the door, the afternoon sun shining brightly behind her.

“Who’s there?” She heard a muffled melodious voice from the outside after a while.

“Iva.”

“Iva who?”

“Iva sore hand from knocking so much!”

The door opened revealing Zoe who was shaking her head on the other side. “That was terrible, Pepper.”

“Aw, you just don’t wanna admit that I’m good.” Pepper came inside and headed towards the living room with a bag in hand, “Hi, g-,” She paused when she saw the empty room. “Wait, where’s everyone? You’d think at least Russell would be here.” She scratched her head. “Are they somewhere else?” She turned to her friend who was locking the door and raised her brow.

“They didn’t tell you?”

“Told me what?”

“Apparently none of them can come.” Zoe reached for her phone and began scrolling. “Minka’s been struck by sudden inspiration to paint and said she absolutely has to use this moment, Sunil had some family emergency, Penny forgot that her neighbours had asked her to babysit their children today, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Wha…? All of them? How is that even possible?”

“Beats me.” Zoe shrugged. “But, I suppose we’ll need to figure it out some other day. It definitely smells like bullshit.”

“So, what do we do now?” Pepper asked, her voice now quieter while she was still eyeing the now hauntingly empty living room. 

“Why, we’ll just do what we had planned to do already but with just the two of us.” Zoe’s voice appeared much closer to Pepper than she expected, making her jump in place. “That never stopped us before, right?”

“I- um- yeah, I guess not,” Pepper stuttered, this was not what was supposed to happen.

“Great.” Zoe leaned towards her best friend and opened her arms.

“...What?”

“I haven’t gotten my welcome hug yet from you, darling.”

“Oh yeah, that.” Pepper's smile was a little askew, but she let Zoe embrace her and patted her back in return.

“Alright,” Zoe let go of her best friend, “wait here, I’ll go grab the basket and a blanket.” 

Once Zoe disappeared upstairs, Pepper took her seat on the luxurious sofa the color of… well, to her it was just purple, but knowing its owner it was probably supposed to be violet, magenta or who knows what else. Pepper bit her lip and grabbed her phone. How come nobody else told her they wouldn’t come? She had checked her phone moments before leaving her house, and there was nothing there.

Well, but now there definitely was. Pepper checked the time of reception and all of those messages were from less than five minutes ago, all of which were along the lines of “You’re welcome~,” or “I hope you enjoy our little surprise, use this time well.”

“Those bastards,” Pepper whispered under her breath. She was so gonna kick all their asses later.

“I’m baaack.” Zoe re-entered the room with a basket in hand and a blanket under her arm. “So, should we go outside?”

“I guess we should.” Pepper hid her phone in her pocket again and stood up.

However, as soon as they saw the outdoors through the house’s patio doors the rain started falling, quick and heavy drops falling from the still bright sky.

“What the-?” Zoe halted where she stood. “It was completely sunny less than a second ago!” 

“Uh,” Pepper’s tone was just as befuddled, “a sudden downpour?” Was all she could offer as an attempt at an explanation. “But come on, a little rain never hurt anyone-.” As she returned to heading towards the door a thunder could be heard stopping her in her tracks. “Alright… maybe not.”

“Ugh…” Zoe whined and fell to her knees. “But I already put on such a perfect outfit for an outside picnic.” 

“Hey, hey…” Pepper walked over to her and patted her shoulder. “Um, we can have an… indoors picnic, yeah!”

“I guess,” Zoe sighed and looked up at her friend, “but this outfit was perfect for the outside setting, not inside, look, it doesn’t fit at all.” She tugged at her dress and gestured around the room.

“Uhh… if you say so.” Pepper chuckled awkwardly. “What does this even mean?” She wondered in the depths of her mind but soon dropped trying to figure it out. “You can just change into um… an indoors-appropriate outfit.”

“Yes, that would be ideal, but all of them are wrinkled right now.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… well, all except one.

“Then change into this one,” Pepper encouraged.

“But it’s not an elegant one…”

“Aw, come on, I’m sure it will look great on you anyways, plus there’s only two of us here, not all seven. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She smiled reassuringly and imitated zipping up her mouth, but Zoe still didn’t move and that’s when a new idea entered Pepper's mind. “I mean, you either do that or remain in that only outdoors-appropriate outfit then I guess.”

Zoe was quiet for a moment, her lips in a tight line before a determined look overshadowed her frown. “You’re right.” She stood up. “Wait here.” She headed towards the stairs.

“Again?” Pepper asked playfully once Zoe moved away.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“I’ll never understand that girl.” Pepper’s eyes softened as her gaze followed her friend until she was gone. Only now she realized just how much her heart was racing. “Jeez, calm down.” 

She decided to use her time and reached for the basket. She unfolded the blanket on the floor and laid out the food from the basket and her own bag. Triangle-shaped sandwiches and cupcakes were all there was, but it was still more than enough for two. Next, Pepper eyed the stairs but there were no additional sights or noises coming so she sat down cross-legged and grabbed a sandwich.

“Hm, that’s pretty good,” She mumbled to herself after taking a bite. Her chewing however was interrupted once Zoe did appear again. “W-woah.” Pepper swallowed.

“I know, I know, I told you…” Zoe gabbled once she was within her friend’s hearing range. “That’s the only ironed outfit I had.”

“No, no, Zoe, you look good! Like, really good!” The outfit was composed of a slightly oversized magenta T-shirt, this time Pepper was sure of the color, and simple shorts that protruded from under it. “I get that it’s not your normal style, but, oh my gosh, I’m serious when I say this is my favourite outfit of yours.”

“Really?” Zoe asked in shock.

“Yeah, really really.” Pepper smiled softly and after willing herself mentally took Zoe's hand and led her to sit down on the blanket as well. “Now, come on, we have a picnic to have, even if our options are a bit limited and not everything's how we thought it would be.”

Zoe opened her mouth first looking at Pepper and then down at their makeshift picnic, but no words escaped.

“Zoe? You okay?” Instead of a verbal response Zoe leaned forward and kissed Pepper on the cheek. “Oh… oh, I… yeah, it's okay with you, haha.”

Alright, maybe Pepper wasn't gonna whoop her friends’ asses… Nah, who was she kidding? She still definitely was.

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Me??? Writing something that is not Vinnie-centric and in fact doesn't mention him at all??? I'm just as shocked as you are 🤯

[charrz]

I’m baaack here we go again

Anyone wanna be my wl buddy? I just need someone to keep me in check.

Gw:90

Ugw: 80