#i was watching ferris bueller's day off the other night

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Steve quietly unlocked his front door and stumbled inside, letting it swing shut behind him.  He was honestly amazed he’d managed to get home at all.  Everything ached after the ass whooping Billy had given him and he was seeing double.  He needed to patch himself up, then he could go to bed and pass out for a week.

He’d only gone a few steps before he froze, the millionth wave of dread for the night washing over him.  The kitchen light was on.  He knew for a fact he’d turned it off last night, and he hadn’t needed it during the day with the sun coming in through the windows, so that could only mean one thing.

Damn it.

He glanced at the clock.  4 am.

Shit.

He looked at the small mirror on the wall and saw the state of his face.

Fuck.

Maybe he could just sneak upstairs. 

He had a foot on the bottom step when his mother’s voice rang through the house.  “Steven, come in here.”

Steve closed his eyes and forced himself not to sigh.  Why now?  Why tonight?  He’d already dealt with enough.

“Steven!”

Steve flinched at his father’s sharp tone and opened his eyes again, removing his foot from the bottom step and heading into the kitchen instead.  Ignoring them or keeping them waiting was only going to make things worse.

His parents were on opposite sides of the kitchen, his father leaning against the counter next to the sink and his mother sitting on a stool at the island.  It still amazed Steve how they managed to present such a simultaneously united and divided front.  Divided in their marriage, united in how they felt about their son.

There was silence while his parents stared at him standing in the doorway, shocked by his battered appearance, and for a brief moment, the childish hope that maybe he’d receive some concern flared to life in his chest.  He knew better by now, but that repressed little desire betrayed him every time.

The spell of the moment was broken when his father cleared his throat.  “Are you aware of what time it is?”

“Yes, sir.”  Steve couldn’t help the sarcasm that slipped in.  He’d lost patience with his parents years ago, and while talking - and sometimes yelling - back always did more harm than good, his anger and pride would never let him just stand there and take it.  He had to push back first.

“Watch your tone with me, young man.  Where have you been?”

“Robbing a bank.”

His father’s expression darkened.  “You will take this discussion seriously, or -”

“Or what?”  Steve stepped up to the other side of the island between them, on the opposite end from his mother, leaning forward with his hands splayed on the marble.  “You’ll ground me?  What could you possibly threaten me with that has any teeth?”

His father was silent, rage twisting his features and his hands clenching into fists.  Steve noticed and he laughed.  He honest to god laughed. He felt insane.  It was like the weight of the night was all coming down on him at once and he was fracturing under the pressure.

“What?  You gonna hit me?  Maybe you didn’t notice, but someone already beat you to it.”

His father snapped.  “Shut up!”

“Don’t yell at my son.” Steve’s mother broke in for the first time.

“You shut up too!”

“Oh yeah, assert your dominance!” Steve mocked.  “Yell, scream, throw your weight around!  You’re like a toddler throwing a fit!”

“I will not be spoken to this way in my own house!  This is your fault!”  Steve’s father jabbed a finger at his wife.  “He learned this blatant disrespect from you -”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous!” she snapped back.  “He’d be respectful of you if you earned it!”

“I don’t need to earn his respect, or yours!  I’m the man of this house and I am owed respect!”

Steve’s parents had never seemed more childish to him than they did at this moment.  “You think you’re owed respect?  The world doesn’t owe you shit!  And it sure as hell isn’t going to give it to you!”

“What do you know about life and the world?  You stay here in Hawkins, whoring around with your friends and getting in fights until all hours of the night, imagine what everyone thinks -”

“Oh, there it fucking is!”  That was what it always came down to with his parents.  They didn’t really care what Steve did.  They didn’t care if he hurt people or if he got hurt.  They only cared what other people thought of their family.

His mother sighed.  “Steven, please, we don’t want to have this discussion again.”

“Well, I don’t want to have the discussion we’ve been having, and yet, here we are.”

“I just feel like you don’t understand how important this is to us.  Image matters, especially with the life we lead, and you’re our son, so you’re a part of that.”

“I’m not your son.  To you, I’m just another possession you can trot out and show off when it’s convenient and then ignore.”

The kitchen was silent.  It was finally out there.  They all knew it was true, they’d known for a long time, but none of them had ever said it.  Steve felt like a weight had been lifted off of him.  At least now they all knew where they stood.

His mother started crying.  “How could you say that?  You’re my son, how do you think it makes me feel to hear you say that?”

“How do you think it makes me feel to know that it’s true?”  Steve had long since stopped taking his mother’s tears seriously.  The way she approached him was different from his father.  She would pretend to be on his side when really she just liked using him against his father, and she loved crying and talking about being his mother to make him feel guilty and get her way.  It had worked when Steve was younger, but he knew better now.

“Go to your room.”  His father walked around the counter to stand in front of him, asserting physical dominance.  “We can’t deal with you right now.”

Steve scoffed.  “Oh, sure, when you want to bitch me out, you can deal with me, but the minute we get to something that I want to talk about -”

His father cut him off with a sharp slap and Steve stumbled, bringing a hand up to his throbbing face.  “I said go to your room.”

Steve turned and left the kitchen without a word.

He cursed himself as he went up the stairs.  He was all bark and no bite with his parents and he knew it.  He would talk back and yell and tell harsh truths until his father eventually slapped him for his disrespect, and just like that, it was over.  Something snapped inside of him and he was eight years old again, shaking and terrified of punishment.  He hated that part of himself with everything he had.

He listened to his parents scream at each other while he sat on the edge of the bathtub and did his best to tend to his own injuries.  The two of them were always fighting about something.  He’d be more worried if he couldn’t hear them tearing each other’s heads off, honestly.

Before long, they moved the argument to ‘their’ room, yelling right up until they settled down to sleep, his mother going across the hall to the guest room.

Steve stayed where he was long after he was finished and the house had gone quiet.  He was tired and in pain, and he was just so sick of arguing with his parents, of his parents arguing with each other.  It was exhausting enough on its own even without all of the other shit he had to deal with.  Something needed to change or he was going to have some kind of mental break.

Eventually he did get up, but he didn’t go back to his room.  He just wandered the dark, silent house, letting himself pretend that he was the only one home.  Normally he hated being alone, but it was better than having his parents there.  When he was younger, he would wish they were home, but that was back when he’d held onto the hope that maybe he could earn their affection, that maybe if he was just a little bit better, they would stay and they would love him.  But he knew better now.  He’d known better for a long time, and at this point, he just wanted them to go on their trips and stay gone.

He ended up in the garage.  He was almost never in there, no one parked their cars inside.  The entire space was devoted to his father’s Ferrari.

The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California.  Only fifty-six had ever been made.  It was his father’s pride and joy.  He’d gotten it when Steve was young, and any time he was at home for several years after was spent in the garage with the car.  He’d worked on it, loved it, bragged about it.  He cared about what happened to it.  All the things he should’ve felt and done for his son, he’d done for a car.

Steve wasn’t prepared for the burst of hateful disgust that suddenly tore through him.  A car.  A fucking car.  He’d spent years jealous of a fucking car.

Before he knew what he was doing, he’d opened the garage door, grabbed his nail bat from his car, and was approaching the Ferrari.  The anger, bitterness, and resentment he carried was overflowing, too much for him to contain anymore.  It was all just too much.  Too much, too much, too much -

The bat slammed down on the car, denting it, the nails scratching off paint and digging in.  It was loud, but he didn’t care if he was heard.  He wouldn’t need long.

Steve brought the bat down over and over again, destroying the hood and the grill, shattering the windshield.  It was like everything was pouring out of him at once, the years of neglect and loneliness and disapproval, full of icy silences, cruel words, and stinging slaps.  The guilt of the damage he himself had done, the pain of thinking that Nancy loved him and learning that it had always been a lie, of never being good enough for anyone.  The memories of monsters and flickering lights and terror and danger and losses he could’ve prevented, pain and blood and darkness and death.  Always death.

Steve screamed as he beat the car, letting all of the agony twisted up inside him loose on this one thing.

Eventually he stumbled back, breathing heavily, the bat still clutched in his hands. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel like he was being suffocated, even if it was just for a few minutes.  The front of the vehicle was unrecognizable, and he smiled in spiteful satisfaction.  If his father couldn’t sort out his priorities, then Steve would sort them out for him.

He could hear his parents footsteps moving through the house as they came to investigate the noise.  Good.  He wanted them to come and see and know what he’d done.  They couldn’t deal with him?  Well, now they’d have to.  They’d have to face their decisions and their son and deal with the consequences.  And this time, Steve wasn’t going to back down.

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Guilty Pleasure

Request: Andy fucking his sister in law while Laurie is out of town for a week.

Word count: 5262

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cheating but not really, spanking, fingering, penetrative sex, sibling rivalry, semi-bullying by a sibling, mention of re-marrying, porn without a real plot. If I missed any, let me know.

A/N: This contains cheating, do not read or interact if you're sensitive to familial betrayal. Jacob does not exist in this story. Anything you read is fictional and not based on actual events. This is not beta’d. Happy 2023, nonnie! May it be a great filthy and panty-wetting season. Tumblr ate your ask and I’ve tried to post this 3 times now. Hopefully this meets your expectations and thank you for dropping off the request (I’m sorry it took me so long) 😘. Enjoy!

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Your relationship with your sister had never been loving, it always contained rivalry. Having wanted to curse your father for remarrying. Laurie was always being picked as the favourite in your eyes.

That is why it had surprised you the minute she had asked you to check in on her husband. Stating she was going to be out of town for the week. As a good sister you had agreed to her request, it also came in handy that you enjoyed spending time with Andy. He was generally nice and on top of that, good company.

Since you both worked together at the district attorney’s office, it immediately eased the awkwardness. With a slip of the tongue, you had offended Andy during lunch. Stating that you never had seen ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’. Andy practically had demanded you to come over for dinner and watch the film together.

As the day came to an end. You had declined his offer to give you a ride as you still had some errands to run for Neil. Andy had huffed at the mention of his name. Muttering that Neil hadn’t been worth all the extra hours so that he could get praise for the work you had done.

It had been almost two hours later than initially planned. “Andy, I’m home.” You yelled excitedly through the house as you stepped through the front door.

His muscular frame appeared in the opened-up arch of the kitchen. With a wide smirk, he placed his hands on his hips and scanned you from head to toe. A comforting warmth wrapped around you like a blanket preventing the cold from creeping in.

You weren’t prepared for the intrusive thoughts to flood back the way they did. Laurie had won the bet between you both all those years ago. It wasn’t so much a bet, it was more a way to give you stick for not going after what you desired. Your heart shattered the moment she told you she started to develop feelings for Andy.

Seeing Andy like this made all the old feelings resurface. The doting husband waiting for his partner to come home. A soft yearning for his touch or those lingering eye contact moments. Mentally rolling your eyes when you looked straight at his wedding ring. Wanting to curse yourself for having allowed their relationship to go on this way.

Their marriage was based on a lie. Laurie didn’t love him the way you did, all this yearning had stopped the moment they said “I do”. Only to find out now that those feelings never had been gone. Just stuffed and locked in an imaginary filing cabinet.

Insufferable reminders of what could’ve been clouding your head. That’s where Laurie thrived, your discomfort. And it had become her running joke, teasing you for fawning over the man that she fucked at night.

“I hope you like pizza,” Andy let out a heavy sigh, “I’ve ruined the pasta.” He confessed, supporting an embarrassed look. Leaning back against the counter of the kitchen island. His hands gripping the edge so tightly it almost seemed like it drained the blood.

Was he nervous? He couldn’t be, he had never been nervous when you were around in the past. Though the tension between you both could be cut by a knife.

“I brought beer.” You smiled, holding up the six-pack in your hand breaking the slightly awkward silence.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s not polite to come empty-handed.”

“You’re family, you’re not obliged to bring anything.” He gave you a smile grabbing the six-pack from your hands. Making his way towards the fridge, opening the door, and looking back at you. “Want one?”

“I prefer a cold one.”

He nodded, grabbing two bottles from a shelf while sliding your six-pack into one of the empty spots. He cracked open both bottles, handing you one.

A polite conversation followed as you settled yourselves in the living room. With the amount of pizza ordered, you suggested doing a taste test. Andy admitted that he didn’t know what you would like and had ordered multiple choices while he handed you a notepad and pen to scribble down your ratings of each slice.

He had started playing Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and you were so invested in the film. Almost blocking out where you were, losing track of your surroundings as the television sucked you into the story at least so you had hoped.

Your your mind wandered to other things. What would life look like if you and Andy had started dating? What if Laurie never had acted upon her impulses? He kept it neat and groomed, the bristles must be so soft. His beard would surely feel great on your skin. Those hands were large and probably very skilled. The way he gripped his beer bottle with precision and delicacy. The motion made you swallow hard, shaking your head slightly to gain back focus.

The thought of those fingers deeply buried inside you made you clench. How the curl of gesture would send you over the edge with much skill. His perfect lips wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking your core. Pleasing you in any and every way no man had ever done before.

You blamed it on the way he walked around the office. He truly must be very well hung. The way his bulge had once been shown and on full display. Remembering the way he had looked back at you through narrowed eyes. As if to tell you that you had been the reason his pants got awfully tight.

With a choked breath, your chest warmed at the sound of his laughter. Clamping a hand over your mouth when you let out a squeak from the slight shock. His eyes burned holes into your skin as you felt him watch. Though it was hard not to do the same every time he laughed at a funny part, either taking a sip of the beer in his hand or taking a bite from his pizza.

“You know you can sit on the couch, right?” The question sounded more like a demand, but you tried to avoid his gaze at all costs.

“I know, but I like sitting on the floor.” It was a swift reply, gulping your beer. Nervous feelings grew in the pit of your stomach.

“When your ass gets all stiff and tingling, you know where you can get comfortable.”

You almost choked on the gulp of beer you had just taken. Coughing and laughing as you tried to breathe. Andy slid over, softly patting and rubbing your back.

“Don’t say things like that Andy, I could’ve killed myself.”

“As long as I’m here, you’re free from harm’s reach.”

“How noble, my knight in shining armour.”

“Is that how you’ve been seeing me for all those years?”

His gloating face said it all. He knew about your crush on him. How? Did Laurie tell him? Was it all those stolen glances in the office or the ones here on his couch in his own home? Maybe even all the tortuous looks and hurrying out of the room whenever he was near in your college days?

You felt your face heat up, trying to hide your embarrassed expression. Blood pumped through your veins like it was about to blow your eardrums.

“I’ve known for years.” Andy confessed, “I must say I’m amazed and angered at the same time. You have denied yourself to try and win me for you. Were you too shy to ask me out for that sorority party?”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. There was no turning back. Lying to him or yourself wasn’t going to help either of you.

“Yes.”

“I need a little more words than that, sweetheart.” He inched his way closer to you.

“Yes, I was shy.” The lump in your throat felt uncomfortable.

“Why did you let Laurie treat you the way she did? Why did you let her win?”

“I don’t know. I should go home.” You rushed, trying to get up and run away from this mess that was unfolding. Instead, you were slammed back down, air left your lungs as you collided with Andy’s thighs. One hand kept you pinned down on his lap. The other massaging and squeezing your ass.

“It’s always been you that I truly wanted,” a warmth flooded your chest again. “Imagine my disappointment when you didn’t object during our wedding. Making me feel miserable and stuck in this marriage for years.”

Andy’s hand rubbed the globe of your ass, you gasped when his hand smacked your ass. Your muscles contracted under the impact but melted into the obtained position over his lap. The realization of him punishing you for all your past mistakes went straight to your core. Biting down on your lip to stifle the moan from breaking free.

“I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Are you really, sweetheart?” Andy asked, leaving another imprint on your ass.

“Yes.” A desperate cry for him

“How about you being exceptionally quiet and showing me how well you can take your punishment.” The question was laced with a promise. A firm one at that. “I’d like to hear how sorry you really are.”

You simply nodded bracing for impact, but it faded to surprise when he lifted your skirt. Andy hummed with satisfaction as your lace panties and garter set became exposed.

With each collision of Andy’s hand, your ass became more and more sore. Every harsh slap felt more raw than the previous one. Making you bite your lower lip, trying to keep the sounds muffled and still.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes.” You replied,

“I think you can do much better than that.”

Another smack burned on your skin. You nodded your head, crying out an “I’m sorry, Andy.”

You were surprised when Andy helped you sit back on the couch. Hissing at the burn of your ass on the fabric. Your mascara had stained your cheeks from the few tears that had slipped from the arousing pain.

His fingers softly brushed your cheek. Gathering the melted makeup or maybe even smearing it further. There was no telling in his movement.

“You look beautiful.” The whisper was barely audible and spoken with true admiration. Without thought, you pressed your lips against his. Feeling him smile into this moment. Probably because it had been the first time since you took charge of what felt right.

“Tell me you want this.” Andy breathed against your lips, as the kiss broke. Your eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze. Worry and hope both dancing in the blue hue of his eyes.

“More than anything.” It wasn’t a lie, but it would be wrong to act upon these feelings. “We can’t.”

“Laurie won’t mind. She doesn’t love me the way you love me.”

“But-”

His lips interrupted the speech you were about to recite. Guilt clearly wasn’t on Andy’s mind. The way his tongue explored every part of your mouth like he was on a scavenger hunt. Stroking, teasing, pleasing and obscenely filthy. He made you hungry for more.

Not even your wildest dreams could’ve prepared you for the searing passion. His large hands cupped your face guiding you to lie down. The moment he had you underneath him, his hands ripped your silk shirt with haste. Neither of you cared enough for the pearl buttons that flew across the room.

With a darkened hunger he glanced back at you. Toying your nipples through the laced fabric of your bra between his fingers. You arched off the couch as he pebbled and tugged on your breasts. Swiftly pulling the delicate lace down, taking one of your boobs into his mouth. You whined at the erotic swirl of his tongue, nothing but lustful precision.

His hands found the zipper on your skirt. Tugging the item off, discarding it on the floor. Running his hands over your garter belt. The look on Andy’s face said it all, he hadn’t seen anything like it in a long time. Making you his shiny new toy, ready to be devoured and owned.

You leaned up, cupping his face and pulling him into a desperate kiss. Feeling his hand smoothly moving over your panties. Your body had now become his playground, making you desperate for him. With a pout he broke of your kiss, searching for your approval as he pulled aside the material of your panties. A softened smile was enough for him to slide his fingers through your heat, coating them in your juices.

Andy brought his finger to his mouth, groaning loudly as he licked them off. You tried to look for that one moment where you would both find a reason to break this off. Yet all you found was a deepened craving to need one another.

You watched Andy lean down. Kissing his way around your thighs. The soft hair of his beard tickling and teasing your skin. Gasping at the tender lick from the tip of his tongue against your clit followed by a gentle kiss. Another lick gathered more of your soaked core. Sucking on the pulsating nub. His tongue explored every crease and crevice of your cunt.

The throbbing ache builded between your legs while Andy gently licked through your folds. Circling the tip of his tongue over your clit, making sure to tease you enough until you let out a soft whine. With every sound you made from his touch, he sucked down and placed a kiss.

He spread your legs wide, needing more space than you currently allowed him. For a moment shame coursed your body, closing your legs as far as he allowed you to. You covered your face with your arms as if to shield your emotions from him. Andy’s hands squeeze your thighs harshly, making you inhale sharply.

“Don’t you ever dare hide from me.” He warned, peeling your arms off your face. A fiery kiss pressed against your lips. Your moan seemed enough for Andy to start more exploration. Leaving your lips, pecking your jaw. Nibbling your ear, tracing your neck. Sucking, licking and teasing in order to make you focus on the sinful pleasure.

The suck of his mouth on your breasts made you arch further into him. The way he played your body like a fiddle. Making you sing a different tune. Allowing you to float on cloud nine when he had barely done anything yet.

The softness of his hands stroked your legs. Comforting you in this odd situation. Making sure to let you know it was okay to give in to him and enjoy this just as much as he did. Your panties were hooked around his fingers. Letting them be pulled down and thrown into the room.

The grip of his hands was a little rougher when he pulled your legs apart again. Coming face to face with your soaked cunt. You tried to read his face, a certain glow of admiration spreading across his features.

“Beautiful.” He praised. The whisper of his voice penetrated your mind. He clearly longed for you just as much as you longed for him.

His large palms held your ass, while the tips of his thumbs explored the outer edges of your pussy. For a moment you stopped breathing at his gentle touch. Juvenile play as if he was exploring what stroke would give him a reaction.

You watched Andy lean forward, feeling his tongue toy with your clit. Flat swipes, gentle circles and a rhythmic change between a slow and faster pace was enough to make you cry out for him. Your hands found the strands of his fluffed-up hair. Making sure he knew you appreciated his delicate touch.

His tongue swiped back and forth through your lips. Sucking his lips around your clit as he reached the top. Lewd noises filled the air as he drank up your juices.

His possession became clear when you tried to shift into another position. His large hands held you in place. Making sure you felt every bristle of his beard and movement of his mouth. His tongue sank deeper and with more pressure like a deprived man who had been kept from his dirty little secret.

You tugged his hair at the eliciting feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His beard rubbed your sensitive cunt as his tongue worked its magic. The feeling too overwhelming making your hands try to stop him. Andy hadn’t waited long to stop his actions. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“When I’m down here, you don’t get to interrupt me. Understood?”

“Yes-yes.” You stammered out under his gaze.

With a single nod, you felt his tongue deep between the lips of your pussy again. Delicate kitten licks toying with you and with each moan it spurred him on to fasten his actions. Burying his face for a deeper taste of you.

With a harsh suck, he popped your clit from his mouth. You felt him smiling against your pussy. Happy to be between your legs. Allowing you to play and tug his hair as long as you didn’t interrupt his meal.

His tongue flicked your pulsing clit while his thumb rubs up and down your hole. Gathering all of the dripping nectar with his mouth. Feeling the pressure of his other finger digging into your ass. Your hips bucked for a second and he pushed his thumb in.

Sobbing at the assault on your cunt only allowed for his tongue to rapidly flick and swirl your clit. The thrust of his thumb didn’t feel big enough. Only making you whine and whimper for more of his touch.

Another finger joins as you feel two fingers sliding up and down your pussy. “Yes!” You exclaimed at the relief of the soft stretch. Whining when he slid them back out.

Andy’s explored every inch of your soaked core. One of his fingers teased your entrance, making your body writhe under his touch desperately. Feeling two of his fingers slide inside felt like a gift. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he scissors them inside. Pulling them in and out to draw more of your juice out.

No man had ever given your cunt this type of attention. Not with this much precision. He hummed at the taste of everything you were giving him. Your moans increased as he made you feel so good.

“Oh fuck.” Your head craned backwards as you pulled his face closer to your cunt. Not wanting him to leave.

With a twist of his wrist, he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. Everything was happening so fast, you couldn’y even think about wrong or right anymore. His hand was covered in your sweet nectar, lapping it up with his hungered mouth. Drawing everything out that you’re giving him.

Your orgasm builded quickly, nothing but gasps, moans and whimpers leaving your body. Bucking your hips against his face was punished with his strong arm holding you down. Clearly sending you a sign that he would do all the work.

The burn of his beard had subdued due to the ecstatic feeling that rose. The squelched noises filled the air as your cunt drenched his fingers.

“Andy, please.” You screamed at the erratic pumps. Your legs clamped around his head. The spasms of your body erupted from his assault. “Please, stop, Andy.”

Shuddering around his fingers made him still his fingers and pull back from your pussy. His bewildered gaze met yours. He was a man on a mission. The grip on the couch eased up, as he let you have a moment to catch your breath.

Drawing his fingers from your core, he plunged them back in. Clearly sending you a sign that he would be the one making all the decisions tonight. Your trembling body assaulted another time as his mouth worked your core. Soft kisses and strokes helped you through your high. Working with you to come back down from the heavenly state he had put you in.

Andy got up without a warning. Holding out his hand for you to grab. Your cunt still pulsating from the mindblowing orgasm, making it hard to stand up. Rolling your eyes at this uncharming moment as he guided you up the stairs.

As he opened the bedroom door he turned back at you. Suddenly everything was starting to become too real as you stood in front of him vulnerable and naked. Guilt clouding your mind once again. Andy grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and swiftly turning your bodies, making you walk backwards. His lips teasing yours with soft pecks.

“You’re overdressed, Barber.”

He threw his head back laughing at your words. Releasing you from his grasp, undressing quickly. You glanced down your body, noting you still were in your own lingerie. Unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Your fingers hooked under the garter belt around your waist. Andy stopped your hands from acting any further as you tried to slide it off. He raised an eyebrow, giving you a warning, watching him slide down his boxers. Gulping when his cock springs free as he pulls his boxers down.

Andy was bigger than any other man you had in the past. One thing was clear, Andy Barber wanted you more than anything. He was going to be yours for a night. Fuck Laurie and her stupid comments that still had haunted you.

You would devour him one time and then cut all ties. A way of getting him out of your system. Your hands wandered over your ass up your hips and waist. Gliding over your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” Andy praised, stepping towards you. His hand settled at the base of your neck while the other cupped your cheek. His lips were hungry, searching for an entry. A filthy swipe of his tongue against your lips. Caressing your palate and dancing with your tongue. He guided you back towards the bed until you could take no more steps.

His cock pushed against your stomach, making the excitement shoot through your veins. Andy ground into you, making you clench around nothing. Humming at the strokes of his tongue, yelping when he suddenly pushed you down on the bed.

Taking advantage of your surprise he flipped you over. Climbing behind you with his knees settling on either side of your body. His hands resting beside your head, pressing loving kisses on your cheek, down your shoulder while tracing wet and sloppy marks down your spine. With every move, he slowly sat back up.

His hands caressed your ass, admiring the view underneath him. Slightly tilting your hips so your ass would spread a little, granting him more access to your pussy.

Andy ran his cock through your soaked core. Coating himself while working your excitement up again. He tapped your pussy with his length before sinking in his tip in to tease you. You gripped the sheets letting out a muffled moan.

“Please, Andy, I need more.”

“So desperate for my cock.”

“Please, fuck me.” You begged, feeling him pull out of you.

Andy repositioned himself, spreading his knees wide, making sure he all leverage over your body. A darkened smile held his face. With a single deep thrust, he nearly splitted you in half. The allowance to get used to his size was short lived when he bottomed out.

“So tight for me, sweetheart.” Andy husked, taking in every expression you displayed as you tilted your head to look back at him. He was looking for discomfort, but all you returned was a smile when he pushed back inside your walls.

His hips rocked in and out, stretching your cunt and easing off the burn. He pulled out, slowly dipping in and out of your dripping cunt. Your hands reached back to spread your cheeks for him while he slowly kept sinking in further and further.

Your hips kept lifting as he kept plunging in and out of your hole. He grabbed your hands, stopping the spread of your ass, guiding them upward above your head. With a rough grasp on your hips he impaled you deeply. Driving his cock inside your wet walls eagerly.

Soft whines escaped when he pounded you from behind. Working up your orgasm as he slided into you over and over again. Clenching around him when he angled his cock just right against your sweet spot.

He drew your body close to his when he rolled you both sideways. The pumps of his cock added more and more pleasure in this newfound position. Your foot rested on his thigh. Feeling his lips marking your neck. His large hand kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples and making you sob at the pleasure swirling in your veins.

You squeezed around him, suddenly releasing more frantic ruts from him. The muscles of your body tensed at the spearing motion. Andy’s hand circled your waistline finding your swollen clit. His flat fingers rotated your overworked cunt. Making you squeeze him even harder as you couldn’t withhold from cumming. You trembled in his hold as he kept you close.

He slid out and laid back, his cock still throbbing as you turn your body towards him. You licked your lips at the glistened length.

“I want to admire your view. Ride me, sweetheart.” Andy ordered

It was a different request than what you initially had in mind, but it wasn’t one you were going to deny him if it meant more pleasure for you both. Soaking up every inch of love Andy was willing to give you before you had to part ways.

Throwing your leg over, he holds his cock for you to sink down on. Your mouth fell open at the renewed positioned feel of his width. Halfway there he let you take control. Sliding his own hands up your body playing with your nipples and kneading the squishy flesh of your breasts.

“So good.” You gasped, bouncing gently up and down his cock. Watching Andy’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. Upon impulse you respond by leaning forward as you keep riding him. Your lips meeting, kissing him fiercely.

With your hips circling his cock his hands were free to roam and caress your body. His hands stroked the small of your back down to your ass, helping you push down further on his cock. Pulling you back into him when you lift a little too high. Meeting the slow rocks of your hips while your mouths desperately fuck one another on their own rhythm.

His arms circled your waist, holding you down, fucking up into your drenched cunt. Breathlessly you break off the searing kiss as he fucks you deeply. His eyes watch you closely, admiring your beauty as you work up to another orgasm.

Andy flipped your bodies, making your legs fell open. He sank back in deeply, resting his arms beside you. Your needy body right where he wanted it. You’re vulnerable while he was in total control. He slowly rolled his hips into you. The friction was deep and loving. Your legs circled his waist, holding him within close proximity.

His ruts deepen with every pound, making it harder for you to breathe. Every inhale was met with a cry of pleasure. Your sobs only made him pump you harder. Fucking you harder into the mattress. You were about to reach another high when he swiftly pulls out and pumps himself on your stomach. His white ropes painted your flesh.

“I want to pump you full of me.”

“Then fuck me, Andy.”

A consensual agreement, not one of you had thought of a condom. Too busy drinking up one another. Without another word, he slid back inside your walls. Opening one leg while resting the sole of your foot against his shoulder. Slowly you fell apart as your muscles tensed up again.

A rough pounding as he fucks you deeply. Taking him to the hilt, creaming his cock with your arousal. His hand took a hold of your ankle and he pressed his lips against the inside. You watch him lean his head back, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

Andy chased his own high with a guttural growl. The orgasm rippled through you, trembling underneath him. Your body screamed for him, feeling his hot cum filling you, squeezing him dry, needing every last drop as if he was your antidote to the venemous bite.

Freshly fucked dumb and pleasured. You were taken by surprise when Andy dove back down between your legs.

“You’re going to give me one more, sweetheart,” Andy stated, clearly not having gotten enough of your sweet taste.

The swipe of his tongue feels glorious, making you sob at the feeling. He hovered back over your body, kissing your lips and letting your taste your mixed pleasure.

His beard scraped your folds, while his greedy fingers pump your filled cunt. Andy drank from your pussy like it was his last drink. The swirl of his tongue circled your clit. The perfect suction on the pulsating nub. Dragging his flat tongue over your soaked hole. The sweet nectar with his cum dripping generously.

Your hands entwine themselves in his crazed hair as he vigorously pumps you with his digits. The sweet moans filled the room, as you felt the perspiration covering your body from being overstimulated.

Andy worked your pussy like a professional. His mouth not leaving your clit while his fingers did all the pounding. Curling and twisting them inside you. Your body started to spasm against his tongue when he penetrated your hole.

Drenched for just Andy as he licked you clean. Exhausting your body to the limit. Squeezing every ounce of liquid from it, like it was his mission.

Your throbbing core had pushed out all of his cum by now. The thought of him cleaning you out from his own cum made you even more aroused. Your muscles tensed up, making the ache of another orgasm even more pleasurable.

“Please andy, don’t stop.” You whined, feeling his thick tongue licking your clit.

Andy continued until your body stopped writhing. Fully saturated when your final orgasm had taken over. He pecked your cunt with his lips. Admiring it in its whole, while watching it pulsate around nothing. The ache was still there, but it was worth it.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.” Andy smiled, leaning upwards. His body was on top of yours, pressing his lips against yours, stroking your hair as you willingly circled your legs around his waist. Locking him into your grasp with your ankles linked.

An intimate and vulnerable moment of just you and Andy. A moment that should’ve happened years ago. But now, it was too late. The damage was already done. Guilt overtaking your body.

“She’s seeing someone else.” Andy whispered softly as if he could sense your thoughts. Your eyes grew at the spoken words. How did he know that? “I’ve known for a while. She wasn’t ready to tell the family yet.”

The heavy weight on your shoulders immediately lifted your mood. His arms circling around your waist, holding your body tightly against his.

“Why didn’t you start with that news earlier?” With a balled fist you hit his arm.

He laughed and without answering he kissed you passionately like he had waited his entire life to do so.

[rorytunes]

A tag game! I was tagged by @inflammatory thank you so much this was very fun! (I know I say this at the end of the post but I'm very sorry if I tagged you against your will, I get so scared) Last song: It was, when I first saw this, Don’t Want To Know If You Are Lonely by Hüsker Dü, but at time of writing it’s Christian Brothers by Heatmiser/Elliott Smith

Favourite colour: I don’t know and this has plagued me for a long time. I’m going to say either the colour of a Polar Blue PRS Silver Sky, or a navy blue that’s so dark it’s almost black, like the sort of colour I’d use to paint a night sky in Year 7.

Currently watching: I haven’t been watching a lot for the past week or so but on a slightly wider timeframe, Rushmore and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Spicy/savoury/sweet: Spicy in a heartbeat. Dreaming of wasabi peanuts as we speak

Relationship status: Never once before in my life but I have what, three different crushes at the moment? Too busy on the guitar grind to think much about them though

Current obsession: The Sandman comic. Making playlists (my March playlist is almost 8hrs long and I am so pleased with every single song on it). Benevolent Wikipedia editing. Neglecting schoolwork. Iced matcha. And of course the insatiable investigations of music history. Also obsessed with playing This Charming Man on guitar

No pressure tags, I always get scared tagging so I hope you don't mind: @danexist @finch-kid @martitheevans @beachghoulz @strangebrew and all the other mutuals I didn't mention for being deeply scared, and anyone else who wants to join !!

[underoossss]

okay i’m new to your bloggg but i was wondering if you could write about carving pumpkins with steve? reader x steve, and steve keeps sharing kisses with the reader instead of carving his pumpkin. the reader is trying to focus hard on their pumpkin, which gets extremely hard with stevie giving them puppy dog eyes for another kiss. the night ends with a movie night where they watch steve’s favorite, “ferris buellers day off” and steve can’t focus on the movie and can only focus on his girl.

hello! thank you so much for this request i think it's so cute and had the best time writing it! 1k

You can feel his eyes on you, a warm thing almost like his touch. You're sitting outside, on Steve's backyard with newspapers strewn out and pumpkin seeds sticking to it. Steve sits to your right with his own pumpkin in front of him, a big one that's lopsided to the left. It's half carved, it has been for the past 10 minutes because he can't stop staring.

"Stevie." You say, still concentrating on the vampire face you're carving into your pumpkin. There's a smile on your face as you look over at him, stomach flipping at the besotted look on his. "What happened to your pumpkin?"

Steve's leaning his chin on his palm, eyes caressing your face as he looks and looks and looks. "It can wait, there's a pretty girl I'm checking out."

You pretend to look behind you and laugh when Steve rolls his eyes. "If I'd known wearing your clothes would distract you so much I wouldn't have." A glance downwards towards your hoodie –his hoodie– makes Steve's lovestruck look return.

"Babe, you always distract me." Steve shakes his head, moving to sit closer to you.

"Remind me to never get in a car with you again." You shake your head attempting to continue your pumpkin carving before Steve grabs your hands. Glancing sideways you find the beautiful brown eyes you love, soft and wide because Steve knows how to get what he wants. "If I kiss you, would you let me finish my pumpkin." You smile, just as crazy about him.

At Steve's answering smile you do too, and when his hands find your waist and tug, you can't help but giggle into his kiss. The giggle turns into a smile, then into a grin until eventually you're able to kiss your boyfriend back just as deeply as he's kissing you. His lips travel down to your jaw and your neck, raising goosebumps on your skin as he goes. "Was dying to kiss you." Steve mumbles into your skin.

You laugh when he kisses a ticklish spot on your neck. "Stevie, you kissed me earlier. Barely an hour ago."

"Too long." Steve's lips go back to yours so he can kiss you softly, the tip of his nose brushing the side of yours.

Bringing both your hands to his face you pull back, smiling at the pout he gives you and his second attempt at puppy eyes. "That won't work this time, I want to finish carving my pumpkin and you got your kiss."

"But–"

You shut him up with one last peck and turn back to your vampire carving so you can continue your work. "The sooner you finish the sooner we go back inside Stevie."

It seems that your logic spurs him back into action, though this time he sits much closer to you even as he hides what he's making from you. You want to say you continued without any more distractions, but that would be a lie. Steve turns out wants to be all over you today, which is no different than any other day if you're being honest, but love fizzes under your skin at the massive wave of love that Steve's sent your way all day. Kisses and flirting and hugging and touching, all slow down your pumpkin carving activities but eventually you finish.

"Tada!" You turn your now-lit pumpkin towards Steve, beaming at the cute glowing vampire. It's not perfect, not at all, but it's bad enough to be considered adorable.

Steve smiles proudly. "Best pumpkin in all of Hawkins."

"Let me see yours." You urge, curious to see what he so secretly worked on.

"Don't laugh." Steve warns, then turns the lopsided pumpkin to reveal a big S + your initial with two hearts on either side. The candle inside makes the letters glow, and it's so silly but so meaningful it brings tears to your eyes. How lucky are you to be so loved by the boy next to you that all he wants to carve into his pumpkin is your initials. "Babe, it can't be that bad." Steve jokes.

You laugh through some tears and shake your head before climbing over his lap. Your hands hold his face gently as you press both your foreheads together, heart pounding and flipping with love. "Do you know how much I used to wish for someone like you?" You ask in a whisper. "And now I have you and your love and sometimes it doesn't feel real you know?"

"It's real." Steve smiles, leaning in to kiss you gently –a barely there brush of lips. "I love you so much; sorry if it–"

"Don't say sorry." You shake your head, smiling as you look into his eyes. "I love you and how much you want to be with me Stevie. So much."

Steve's smile only grows. "Good." He says before kissing you again, properly this time as his arms go around your waist. "How about we bring these to the front porch? We still have lots to cross out from your list."

You made a list with all the fall themed things you wanted to do in October, the pumpkin patch was the first and carving the pumpkins was the second. There are about ten more to do. "We can make pumpkin bread." You nod, slipping off Steve's lap and grabbing your vampire.

"We can watch a movie while we wait." Steve suggests, trailing behind you inside the house.

"You just want to make out on the couch, Stevie." You glance at him over your shoulder.

"Is that a no?" He asks to which you shake your head; he already knows the answer

"When have I ever said no to your puppy eyes?"

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[tobyislame]

Hi this is awkward s/o person again, you have fueled my toby brain and I'd like to make another request (if you're willing)

What would he be like with his s/o on Halloween? Does he dress up with them, get candy, or maybe stay home and watch scary movies with them? And very important question...if he dresses up, who would he dress up as?

toby rogers x reader: HALLOWEEN EDITION!!!!

welcome back friend!!! i will always be willing i love your requests!! OHOHOHO i am going to get soo silly with this one

- toby goes fucking BALLISTIC over halloween oh my god. it's the only time of the year where he can go into town and just be normal. everyone's got masks on, everyone's donning costumes, so he blends in like butter on bread. being able to exist in a public space without so much as a dirty look is fucking elating, it's one of the only graces of normalcy that he gets and he milks the opportunity for everything its got. what most would treat like any other day, he treats like a paragon. for one night he isn't toby rogers, wanted dead or alive - he's just some guy.

- he's suuuper fucking annoying about it too. he wants to do ALL the halloween stuff and he WILL drag you along with him whether you want it or not. his mansion buds aren't exempt from this treatment either no one is safe

- before night falls and the real fun begins, you guys are staying in and he's making SURE you have a good day. he's got those cheap halloween cookies in the oven (you know the ones they got pumpkins on em), his place is done up with lights and tacky dollar store decorations, and he's got a pot of apple cider simmering on the stove that mixes with the woodsy smell of his cabin just fucking beautifully. he tries really hard.

- he gets really fucking into it, and you can't help but find his admittedly childlike excitement over it a little endearing. if you ever commented on it, about how he hardly gets this excited over anything else, he'd probably just get all weirdly defensive and dismissive over it. he's been this way about it since he was a kid, never really grew out of it. even after everything.

- he's putting out a SPREAD of treats for you guys: candy corn, caramel corn, the works. can't have it any other way if you're marathoning slashers. there's a sort of unmentionable effort he puts into it with the halloween paper plates he goes out of his way to get (steal), one of those little details that puts this subdued warmth in your chest. he wants to make everything nice for you. he wants for you to have good things.

- you two. on his pilled up couch. grandpa sweaters. steaming apple cider in thrifted (stolen) mugs. flannel blanket. crackling embers from the log burner. oh yeah baby

- he makes halloween movie watchlists. oh yeah he's serious about this. he only really likes the kind of stuff you can snag off rental store shelves: sleepaway camp for eye candy (we need more slutty slutty men in horror flicks), hellraiser but only the 1987 one, texas chainsaw massacre but only the 1974 one (he's got a crush on leatherface that he'll never admit to anyone or himself), the thing is his fucking FAVORITE horror movie of all time, throw the final destinations in there just for fun, stuff like that. saw movies are his guilty pleasure. even with you, he tries to be some hard-ass and play it off when he gets all spooked and jumpy, though the way he clings to you just a little tighter says something else.

- yea this man has split skulls and gotten brain matter stuck in his hair and horror movies still scare him

- now the most important question: costumes.

- ok i have two visions for what he'd be and in both events he's forcing you to dress up with him: for one i can totally see him throwing on some ferris bueller getup and dragging you along as either sloane or cameron, or y'all are going as bill and ted and he's calling dibs on bill (so he has an excuse to wear a crop top it's totally only for the costume). if you refuse to dress up he will not shut up about how you're "no fun" until you give in

- he also uses the holiday as an opportunity to terrorize the general public. you guys are hiding out in corn mazes and jumping out at whatever poor soul happens to walk by like some surprise scare actor, pretending to be ghosts to scare off the kids who think hanging out at cemeteries makes them cool. he's the village menace. genuinely the HOA puts up a sign saying look out for this guy

- he takes you "trick or treating" but with the biggest quotations ever. he'll go around to the houses that just have bowls of candy out with a sign that says "please take one" or something and straight up just take the bowl

- when he isn't having (mostly) harmless fun and treating the townspeople like his plaything, he's treating you to some good wholesome traditional halloween activities, and he's a massive sucker for those. like, no fucking question about it he is dragging your ass to the pumpkin patch. if he's lucky he can get a five finger discount on some caramel apples for you two. of COURSE he's hauling some pumpkins home for you guys to carve, even if he'll just inevitably leave them to rot on his porch but he SWEARS he'll throw them out soon he SWEARS

- he insists on going to at least one haunted house even though he's the one that always gets you two kicked out for clocking scare actors. he's banned from most of them

- at some point in the night you'll probably end up crashing some college house party and, even though they scare him shitless, nothing makes him feel more like a guy than standing around with a red solo cup in his hand. he isn't there to make friends anyway (god knows he has no clue how), he's the one that just kinda pets the dog the entire time then leaves

- at the very end of day you guys are falling asleep tangled up in each other on the couch, smoke hanging in the air and the dvd screensaver bouncing around on the tv screen

[badstargateimagines]

Vala Deserved Better and This is My Proposal For How I Would Give Her Better

Here are all the things that I think Vala and I would do if they ever let her breach fucking containment. Jesus H. Christ let the woman LIVE!!! Shout out to @judgeverse and all the other fine folks in the discord for giving me this powerful vision

Go to the club 

Obvious but apparently too much for the writers to handle 

We would go with like 40 dollars between us and we would find a man to buy us drinks for the night and then give him a fake snap/number at the end of the night 

She would finally experience the experience of the bathroom at a club and I think she would find it extremely healing 

We would close that bitch and then go and get kebab before we called an uber to get us home 

Pre Drinks 

This would happen before the club obv but I think pre is a VITAL component to the experience while also being nearly entirely separate 

All the SGC girlies chilling doing their makeup 

We are all chilling on the floor of a living room using what using whatever mirrors we have close to us sharing big pile of makeup  

Our brushes are filthy and Janet is low-key lecturing us about the dangers of sharing eye shadow and having dirty makeup brushes 

Her's are also dirty 

We have a Spotify jam going that absolutely shreds 

We started out w a playlist but then we all wanted to show Vala some tracks so we needed to collaborate. 

I show her Meghan Thee Stallion so when she comes on at the club she knows what to do 

Janet shows her all the Y2K bangers 

Sam just goes fucking crazy on the queue and puts everything from midwest emo to sea shanties on there 

Shots obvs 

Cam and Daniel keep texting the gc to ask when we're leaving for the club and we keep saying we're leaving soon 

We brief Vala on club/bar safety so she doesn't go missing or perish or something 

Watching movies but specifically the Barbie movie 

I think she would find it very healing 

She starts calling men Kens 

A week later I find her watching TikTok edits under the 'close your eyes and feel' sound and we watch them together and cry 

I gather mine and my mom's old Barbies and we play with them because there is no age-limit on Barbie!!! 

I get distracted and go over the bonkers plotlines I used to give my Barbies back in the day. 

I also show her other movies that altered my brain chemistry 

The Breakfast Club 

Mean Girls 

Legally Blonde 

Pretty in Pink 

Ferris Bueller's Day Off 

Freaky Friday (2003) 

Hairspray (2007) 

Going for drives in a total shitbox while blasting music 

She needs to experience driving around aimlessly for an hour and then ending up having a life-changing conversation in a random parking lot 

Girlhood (TM) 

Going to the mall  

Sometimes you need to show aliens capitalism in action 

I have to physically drag her out of bath and body works before she gets swindled into paying full price for a candle like a rube 

I explain to her that she just has to wait a couple weeks for candles to go on a like 6 for the price of 2 sale or something and that I will tell her when it's happening 

She is baffled by this revelation but listens to me because of my credentials (used to work at a mall and have a spending addiction) 

We also buy a new outfit and then go to Sephora to get our makeup done to go w the new fit and also so I can show her my roots 

She will also experience The Mall Pretzel  

Sleepovers!!!!! 

I would do my best to create the ultimate sleepover vibes 

I'm talking we buy brand new fuzzy PJs, I string up christmas lights, every snack we could ever want, the entire living room is transformed into a comfy cozy area with everything we could ever need close to us 

Trashy reality show playing on autoplay on the TV at a low volume so we can still talk and listen to music but also hear Kris Jenner saying out of pocket shit to her children 

I would also give the experience of playing Nintendogs with your bestie 

Maybe even a powerpoint night??  

Putting tinder on the big screen and roasting men together 

Playing the Sims and collaborating on the most ridiculous sims and houses to ever exist 

Go Karting 

Let this woman at the wheel immediately!!! 

We could kick ass and then get a lifetime ban from the track 

These 10-year-olds aren't ready for us!!! 

Lighting section at Home Depot 

Self-explanatory 

IKEA 

We would spend so many hours there just pretending we were furnishing a mansion with unlimited money 

Saying: "Omg this should be in the Sims" to each other 

The IKEA cafeteria my beloved 

The only thing we buy is a Djungelskog each 

Racing the carts in the warehouse part 

A crucial yet forbidden part of the experience 

Karaoke 

She would love karaoke 

No further points your honour 

[harringtons-cupid]

Robin X Femreader Smut Imagine:

I can't believe this is happening

Based off a dream by: @oo0lady-mad0oo

You and Robin the best of friends, seeing each other daily at school, in band practice and after school. Steve began to grow of all the time you guys spent together, always interrogating you both about whether there was a secret relationship happening that he wasn't in on.

You had fancied Robin since the moment your eyes met in the crowded hall just after band performance, you had been new to the school and were nervous to perform strongly in band practice. She reassured you that day, offering you lessons to improve your band practice. You soon grew close.

You came out to her about liking girls, anxious of her reaction her but she assured you that you were not the only girl who liked girls. Winking at you.

One night after a failed attempt at studying, you popped into Family Video to see Robin and Steve packing away a pile of video tapes chatting together. The noise of the door making Robin jump, a little squeal escaped her mouth causing you to smirk. She looked super cute trying to hide the fact that the noise was her, blushing at you.

Steve stood up and tilted his head to you,

''Alright'' he was clasping a bunch of video tapes firmly in his hands, his eyes staring into your soul.

He'd never tell Robin but he'd always thought you were cute.

You walked to the back of the shop, still aware that Robin was hiding from you. Assuming that she was talking about you.

Scanning the comedy movies until you noticed a new film had come out 'Ferris Bueller's day off' intrigued you picked it up, bringing it to the counter where Robin had popped up from beneath the counter.

You smirked as she ran the video tape through.

''Fancy giving this a watch with me? Its a new release isn't it?'' you softly spoke, edging closer to her. You felt her body tense up, there had always been an uncontrollable amount of tension between you two.

''Uh, Yeah it is. But sure, I'll be round yours once I clock off which is in an hour'' she smiled at you kind of awkwardly, winking at her as you grabbed the video tape and left.

An hour and 30 minutes later, you heard your doorbell ring. Getting up from the couch where you had arranged some snacks for you both. Robin had changed out of her Family Video clothing and into a soft green t-shirt and jeans with black boots, her hair was still wet from an obvious shower.

She looked irresistible.

Inviting her in, she sat awkwardly on the couch as you put the video into the television. You joined her waiting for the movie to start, making conservation you ask her about her day until the movie title screen blasts out noise causing you both to jump.

After relaxing, you both settle down into the couch munching on food. Robin keeps glancing over to you between scenes in the movie. Her laugh filled the room, the actress that Robin was clearly fixated on was annoying you.

She was pretty but you wanted her attention. Craved her attention, wanting to know what she tasted like.

You didn't notice that you had been staring at Robin, you turned to focus on the tv. Licking your lips, all the time you just wanted to kiss her.

Her attention was snatched once more to the beautiful actress, throwing her head back laughing looking at you. Her face was closer to you now, your breath was hitting her face as you stared at her in amazement.

Without thinking, you touched her face with your hand causing her to whimper in shock. Her face turned to look at you as you caressed her face, bringing her lips closer to yours. Robin was hesitant but kissed you softly back.

It wasn't long before she pushed you onto the couch kissing you aggressively, soft moans escaping both of your mouths. Switching positions as you lay on top of her, both of you now in your underwear. She looked stunning in her pastel pink lace underwear and matching sports bra, looking nervous as you kiss down her body.

You pull off her underwear with her teeth, growling as you lick down until you reach her clit. Her body quivers, you suck hard on her clit making her moan. Her hips bucking as she rides your face, grinding her clit against your tongue. Moaning loudly with pleasure, you insert your fingers inside her vagina. Feeling her wet pussy as you fuck her.

She cums hard in your mouth, removing your fingers you lick up her vagina and back on her clit again.

''No, Let me fuck you''

She pushes you off her, forcing you on your back. Pulling down your underwear and began grinding her clit against yours, as she kissed you passionately.

As your pussies moved together, watching her in pleasure. She looked wonderful and hot at the same time as she fucked up. Her hands wandered around your neck, choking you lightly not wanting to hurt you.

''Oh god I can't believe this is actually happening'' giggling through her orgasm.

Getting wetter and wetter as she grinds hard and faster, moaning loudly.

She grinds on you until you cum hard, squirting all over her pussy. Fuelled by horniness Robin continues fucking you until she cums hard.

You stay in that position for a few moments longer, her smile plastered across her face as she kisses you.

''We should do this again''

Whispering in your ear, kissing your clit lightly before moving off the couch smirking at you. Throwing you your clothes, she got changed herself and pressed play on the video tape racing towards you and jumping on the couch next to you.

[rancidpancakebatter]

Aaaaah congrats for 200 followers! 🎉🎉🎉 You're incredible writing and deserve even more!

My idea is: 🎵 - IDFC, by Blackbear & TASM Peter Parker. I know it’ll be amazing ❤️

Happiness: and Other Frightening Concepts-[P.P.]

Pairings: College!FWB!Peter Parker x College!Female!Reader

Prompt: IDFC By Blackbear, a song full of angst

Summary: You and Parker have fallen into a situationship of sorts, but that's fine, it's okay. He won't give you anything more and you don't fucking care.

Word Count: 5k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Smut, P in V sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dick riding, allusions to Gwen's death,

A/N: Sorry, this took so long. I was gonna write something short but I guess that's just impossible because I can never stfu about this man

You met Peter in your Intro to Sociology class. He was funny and cute and had a lot to say. He sat at the desk next to you. You never talked much, he would come in late sometimes and be quick to leave. But one day he asked if he could borrow your lecture notes and you slipped your number with them. 

At first, it was great. You would switch off bringing coffee to class, study in the library, and text all through the day. To say you were easily smitten would be an understatement. He was smooth with flirting, commenting on both your brain and your body. You quickly noticed that you got more compliments when you wore skirts, and now they were a staple in your wardrobe. You really liked Peter, and you thought he liked you too. 

Study dates moved to your apartment. The both of you would crowd around your coffee table filled with papers adorned with red ink and smudged highlighter. Slowly they turned less studious, opting to watch a movie on the couch together instead. You would lay under a fluffy throw curled up into him while his hand would rest on your thigh. You had never felt so special. 

Ferris Bueller's Day Off was playing, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the circles Peter was tracing up your leg, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him most. His fingers were toying with the side of your panties and your lungs hitched as you felt his warm breath against your ear. 

“(Y/N)...” 

It sounded decadent, indulgingly alluring. When you turned to look at Peter his eyes consumed you like a black hole. You could feel yourself being slowly pulled apart and you surrendered to the void. 

His lips on yours were everything you had dreamed of and more. Pillowy soft and a lingering taste of something sweet you couldn’t place. His tongue made you dizzy and his fingers made you weak. He plucked you like a violin, knowing just how to play you. He showed you beautiful melodies and you committed them all to heart, entirely at the mercy of your maestro. 

That was almost eight months ago. You thought, after that night, everything would change. How silly and naive you were. The “study dates” continued and ended the same: mind-shattering orgasms and poor excuses for why he couldn’t stay, why he wouldn’t be more. 

You had convinced yourself that this was fine. That you were fine. That you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were just a hookup. You didn’t care that he would pop up late at night covered in bruises and no explanation of why. You didn’t care about the empty promises he made. Promises to see you for more than sex. Promises to text you back. Promises that he cared for you. 

You sat in your room, reading a book. The summer sun had fallen below the city skyline and now you sat with your friend, the moon. She had held your shaky hands as you remade your empty bed and you as you cried through sleepless nights. She listened to your woes, a silent spectator to your breaking heart.

You were emersed in your reading when your phone went off. A quiet ping, one you recognised all too well. Despite everything in your body telling you not to: you picked it up. 

Peter P. :

Can I see you tonight?

You could have said no. You could have chewed him out for not responding to your text from three days ago. You could have put down the phone and not responded at all. But Peter Parker had made you a fool. A fool for him. 

(Y/N) (L/I). :

Yeah thats fine

You thanked the moon for her lack of judgment towards you. You had enough for yourself to spare. 

Peter P. :

Be over in 30

You freshened up your makeup and put on cuter clothes all while berating yourself for doing so. Peter didn’t care what you were wearing or how you looked. He would pounce you as soon as he got in the door. He would tell you half-truths about how good you felt and how perfect you were. You continued getting ready; you continued to pretend you didn’t care. 

Thirty minutes later, you heard a knock on your door. It’s frustrating to know that there are some promises he can keep. You opened the door and Peter grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. It was sloppy, teeth knocking together as his tongue felt its way through its second home. He guided you through the doorway, closing the door with his foot before pining you against it. 

Your morals and attempts at self-respect blurred when you felt his leg slip between your thighs. You remembered all the reasons you wanted him, needed him. His grip loosened around your waist so his deft fingers could roam your body. His kisses move down the collum of your neck as you run your fingers through his hair. His breath tickled your throat.

“Well, hello to you too.” You giggled.

Peter paused, lifting his head to look deeply into your eyes. A sweet smile stretched across his face. 

“Hi,” he whispered softly as he pecked your nose. “How was your day?”

“Boring, you?” His eyes darted across your face fondly.

“Entirely too eventful.” 

You took notice of a scratch on his cheek, a small bruise on his jaw. You brought your hands up to trace them. You wanted to ask how and why. You wanted to know what had made his day so “eventful”, but you knew he wouldn’t tell you. 

His lips descended back onto yours as you pushed away those thoughts. His hands cupped the back of your thighs and you jumped, knowing this routine well. Once you were in his arms he would grind against you, driving you mad as he kissed you dumb. You would feel how hard he was against you and feel pride. 

Then he would take you to your bedroom. He would place you on your bed keeping you pinned against him. He would rip off his shirt and start pulling at yours. Every time you would stop yourself from staring at him, the lean cut muscle. He would lavish your stomach and breast with kisses as he worked on taking off your skirt. 

He would render you witless as he lapped at your folds, by now, knowing precisely what to do you make you this way. And if you thought about it, that’s why you continued to do this. That’s why you let him in, night after night. Because you spent every waking hour wondering why you weren’t enough, and in these moments he made you forget. He made it so you didn’t care. A temporary nepenthe; you had become addicted. 

You gripped the sheets as he took you for all you were worth. You wanted to grab his hand, to weave your fingers together, but that amount of intimacy wasn’t what he wanted. You compromised, gripping his hair instead and giving it a gentle tug. Peter allowed you to lead him away from you and pull him closer. 

You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel your slick on his lips. You made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. He only pulled away for only a moment to take them off and put on the condom from his back pocket. 

He swallowed your moans as he entered you. Your walls stretched around him, clinging to all he would give you. He moved slowly but with force, each time bottoming out and making your toes curl. 

Sometimes Peter was sweet and soft, other times quick and rough. It changed depending on what he needed from you. Sometimes he just wanted to feel cared for; other times to forget. Today you weren’t sure what he was using you for, maybe a bit of both. 

He worried your nipples with his tongue, his hand coming to hold the one not in his mouth. Dazed, you lay your hand on his back, raking your nail up the expanse of muscle to draw him in. He seemed to understand what you were asking for and picked up the pace. 

Your moans filled the room as you clung to him, wanting him closer and closer still. His hands pulled at the back of your thighs once again, resting them on his shoulder. Folded in half, all you could do was take it. You let out a scream as you felt him go deeper. He adjusted his position hitting right where you needed. He had made you a babbling mess, words slipping from your lips you didn’t recognise. 

“Ah, fuck. Peter please!” He chuckled at your plea. Peter loves seeing you like this, absolutely desperate for him. 

“Yeah, baby? What d’ya need, hmm? You wanna cum again?” He pressed his thumb against your clit, teasing you with a small taste of what he could do. 

“Please, please, please” You were whining, begging. 

“Always so polite for me.” He started moving his thumb and you almost couldn’t breathe. 

Peter opted to kiss your neck, not wanting to miss a single sound you made. God, you were close, so so close. You didn’t have to tell Peter this. He could feel the way you were squeezing him; he could hear your breathy moans raising in pitch. He bit down on the spot he knew was most sensitive and revelled in your broken cry. He could feel you gush around his cock. 

“There you go, good girl.” You moaned at his praise, not all there as you tried to catch your breath. Peter moved his thumb away but continued to fuck you slowly. 

“Do you think you can keep going?” He punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust that had you arching your back. 

His kisses were soft and patient as he waited for your response. He knew what you were going to say. It’s what you said every time; he just liked hearing you say it. 

“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop.” You felt him smile against your neck. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. His hand tangled in your hair as he brought you into an earth-shattering kiss. 

“Then work for it.” 

As you ground down against him, he placed his hands on your hips. His grip was firm; you were sure if he pulled his hands away you would be able to trace marks left by his finger pads. 

You did a teasing bounce and the loud moan from both parties made you momentarily concerned about getting a noise complaint. You felt so full with Peter so deep inside you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Do it again.” 

You dug your nails into his shoulders and used them as leverage as his cock speared into you. Over and over and over again. Peter threw his head back, soft grunts leaving his puffy, pink lips. He looked so pretty like this: curls stuck to his forehead, eyes closed, mouth open, neck flexed, and altogether lost in you. 

Your legs were getting tired and you started slowing down. Peter felt this and wrapped his arm around your lower back, raising your body and slamming it back down. If your mind was even a little clearer, you would have questioned how he was able to do this. But for now, your mind was swimming in the mix of post-orgasm fog and the desperate pre-orgasm haze. 

It wasn’t long until the coil in your stomach snapped, relief washing over you. You brought Peter’s lips to yours, devouring him as you came down. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close.” Peter’s brows were furrowed tightly as he continued bucking into you. 

You wove your fingers through his chestnut curls, gripping them tightly so his gaze was focused on you. 

“Please, Peter-I need you to cum.” Your words washed through him and he revelled in your silent permission. 

He surged forward, once again pinning you on your back. Peter had unexplained stamina and once you had gotten your fill you let him use you to get off. You got off on it too. The way he man-handled you, throwing you around. The way he seemed to move with ungodly speed and force.

Your legs were thrown lazily over his shoulders as he grabbed your hips, keeping them slightly elevated as he pistoned into you. He kept you still as he gave you all he had. Your back arched and your body squirmed, overstimulated as you were drowned in pleasure. Galaxies burned through your veins as Peter continued to thrust into you. 

He could feel you pulsing around him, squeezing him. He brought his thumb down to your poor, battered clit once again, knowing you were close. Your brain was effectively shut off, a string of “please” leaving your mouth, though you had no idea what you were asking for. More? Less? Peter? Who's to say?

It wasn’t long until you felt him “lock up.” He stilled inside you, muscles taught, as a deep grunt left his throat. You came then too, feeling him pulse inside you. 

“Fuck,” was all he said as he crashed into you, completely wiped from all the work he did. 

The sweat from your bodies stuck together as he draped himself across you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. You lay there in the quiet, soaking him up, running your fingers through his hair. You pretended the heavy throbbing of your heart was due to sex, nothing more, nothing less. That didn’t work for long. He felt so right in your arms and you wanted him to stay, to be more. 

“Do you wanna order some food? We can have it delivered, maybe watch a movie or something.” You offered the same olive branch you had many times before. The bark was stripped and dead by now. 

You felt the silent sigh he let out against your skin and the quiet groan as he began to sit up. You hated that you did this to yourself. Every time it ended the same. You would offer yourself to him and he would graciously decline. This was no different. 

“I would but I’ve got some work I need to catch up on. Jameson wants those new photos and I’ve still gotta edit them and…you know how it is.” 

Unfortunately, you did. 

You move to grab your shirt from the floor, precipitously throwing it back on. Your back faced Peter as you tried to fight off the tears that threatened to fall. Peter didn’t want to stay. He never wanted to stay. Why would you think this would be any different? He doesn’t want you. But that’s fine. You don’t care. 

“What?” 

Peter’s tone caught you off guard. Well, all of it caught you off guard, but he sounded so…small. Like you had hurt him in some way. You turn to look at him, not sure you had heard him at all. His eyebrows were knitted and a frown overtook his once peaceful demeanour. His eyes darted over your features, probably just as confused, but for why you had no clue. 

“What do you mean you ‘don’t care?’” You flinched as he mimiced the venom you unintentionally spit at him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Peter looked genuinely hurt and you hated yourself for feeling so bad. 

“Oh, so what did you mean? That you don’t care that I’m busy? Or that you don’t care about what’s going on in my life? Because if you don’t care you don’t have to ask.” You turned away from his piercing gaze, wiping at your face. 

How dare he? How dare he accuse you of not caring? As if you didn’t constantly ask him for this information, as if you didn’t constantly pry for more. Was it not he who always cut you off, he who refused to share? 

“Don’t- don’t say that. Of course, I care…I care so much. I just- how could you even say that?” Peter scoffed and you heard the familiar sound of him jumping in his jeans. 

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe because you literally said you don’t care.” You felt your anger rise with his. 

“You know what? Maybe I shouldn’t! I have been trying for so long to get you to care and you just…don’t! I don’t know why I keep expecting you to change!” He turned to face you, exasperation is the word you would use to describe his face now. 

“Wha- change? What do I need to change? What is it that I don’t care about?” 

You had never fought with Peter. You weren’t in a relationship so it was never warranted. You couldn’t see a way out of this without shattering every illusion you had built. Your castle was crumbling and you didn’t see any point in trying to save it. Hell, you were this far now. 

“Me…You don’t care about me. I’m just some quick fuck to you, gone as fast as you come. Every time I want to hang out, be anything more than this, you make an excuse- push me away. The only texts you respond to are about when you can come over. The only time you wanna know how I’m doing is when I’m under you. You don’t care and you know what? I’m done. I’m done. I’m done caring about where you’re off to. I’m done caring about who or what gives you all those scars and bruises. I’m done pining after someone who obviously only wants me for my body. You. Don’t. Care. and I’m done. I don’t fucking care.” 

You wiped angrily at the tears that had fallen. All your cards were on the table and if you knew anything about Peter, you knew he would leave them there. He would walk out the door and text you in a few days asking to drop by and you would say yes, and then you would be right back here. Or maybe he could change. Maybe he wouldn’t text you at all. Maybe he would decide this wasn’t worth it and leave. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder, his gentle hand shocking you from your spiralling thoughts. 

“(Y/N)...that’s not- that’s not true. I do care. You’re not just some ‘quick fuck’, okay? I just…don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be more than this. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to believe him so badly, but a small part of your brain was screaming at you that this was a cop-out. Because if he tells you that he cares but he can’t, then he gets to keep coming back- to keep stringing you along.

“Peter, I can’t do this anymore.” You wish you hadn’t said that. You wish you had said anything else because this felt final. You weren’t ready to say goodbye. 

You felt his hand retract and could sense him stiffen. You expected him to leave, to say something along the lines of “fuck this, I’m out”, but instead he sat down on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. You stood silently, unsure if there was anything else you should say- anything you could. After a moment he raised his head, a look of pure determination on his face. 

“Okay…so we don’t do this anymore. We can do something else instead.” You looked at him confused. 

“Peter, what are you saying?” He grabbed your shoulders, leaning down to meet you at your level.

“I’m saying we stop doing this whole…situationship…friends with benefits…thing. Yeah- we drop the benefits and just become friends. Actual friends.” You considered his proposition for a moment but you knew in your heart it was too late for that. 

“I can’t be just friends with you, Peter. It’s too much. It would hurt too much.” Peter took his hands off you again and threw them behind his head.

“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, you had never known Peter to raise his voice. 

“I can’t date you (Y/N). I can’t.” There was a fire in his eyes that almost frightened you. 

“Why not?” You had hoped that your voice wouldn’t come out so shaky. You didn’t want to seem any more pathetic in front of him. You almost regret asking, not knowing how devastating his answer will be, but you coax yourself into thinking this will give you the closure you need to move on and forget him. 

“I- you…look, I just…I’m not…safe. If I date you, if I care for you, If I love you…that could be really bad. I can’t lose you, I can’t, okay? I refuse to go through that again. You are a light to this world and I will not be the reason it goes out. Absolutely not.” You couldn’t help but feel like you were being scolded. 

“I don’t understand. How is loving me a bad thing? Are you going to hurt me?-”

“No, I would never!”

“Then who? Who is going to hurt me, Peter? And why do they get to rule so much of your life? How is it fair that they make you fear a chance at happiness? My chance at happiness? Why do they get a say?” Peter looked frenzied, his eyes wild and full of unfallen tears, while his hair was mused and sticking up in all directions from pulling at it. 

“You’re not listening to me-”

“I am Peter, but all I’m hearing is more excuses. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that I’m fine with this. I want more, I need more, and if you can’t give me that then…I think you should leave.” 

Your heart broke as he did just that. You were convinced he took it with him, bloodying his back pocket. Or maybe he crushed it into the carpet with his heel on his way out. Either way, he left and you didn’t hear from him again. 

Classes had started back up, and you were so close to graduation that you could almost taste it. Your degree only a few more credits away. You were on your way to class but due to your early start, you had half an hour to kill. You decided that was as good as any reason to stop into your favourite coffee place before Ancient Grecian Philosophy. 

You ordered your favourite pick-me-up and a pain au chocolat to go. The weather wasn’t too bad so you chose to sit outside, enjoying your breakfast and your book. Your headphones drowned out the hustle and bustle of New York, and, evidently, its favourite spandex-clad crime fighter. 

You only noticed him when you saw his glove wave in front of the pages before you. You looked up only to meet the eyes of Spider-Man. You were amazed, to say the least. You hastily pulled out your headphones and set down your book. 

“Oh my god, Spider-Man. You’re- you’re Spider-Man.” He chuckled at your response. 

“Yes, I am. What gave it away?” Your shock was lessening, probably due to the comfort he seemed to radiate. 

“The spider on your chest is kinda obvious.” He made a show of looking down and acting almost surprised to see it there.

“Yeah, I guess you’re kinda right. Without it though, I could be any old schmuck.” You chuckled again as he rested his hands on his hips. 

“Even with it, there’s no telling which old schmuck you are.” He brought a hand to his chest, a gasp ripping from there. 

“I am not old! I’ll have you know I’m only a few months older than you!” You brought a hand up to cover your laugh. He was funny, you’ll give him that. But then you felt a twist in your gut, apprehension nestling in your sternum. 

“How would you know that?” Spider-Man tilted his head at you. 

“How would I know what?” You started to rise from the table, looking at him more head on. 

“How would you know if I’m younger than you?” He remained silent and you cursed his mask for hiding his facial expressions. 

“Why are you here? Do I know you?” His gaze fell to the floor and you felt your fight or flight start to kick in. Your eyes darted around for the best escape route. 

“Look, I just wanted to talk to you. I can explain everything just-” He paused to look around, you noticed then all the people crowing the window of the coffee shop. “Just not here.” 

He extended his hand to you, “I know it’s crazy but I’m asking you to trust me.” 

Despite your better judgement, you took his hand. I mean if your going to die, being murdered by spider-man isn’t the worst way to go. He swung you to an alley nearby before throwing you on his back and scaling up the side of a tall building. 

Once you reached the top he let you down and began to pace. You could hear him muttering to himself, but you couldn’t pick up on what he was saying. The entire situation was making you increasingly nervous. 

“I don’t know when you plan on explaining but I have to get to class soon, so the quicker the better.” You watched as he scratched at the back of his neck before turning to you. 

“Okay, so, you do know me, but you don’t like me much, and for good reason. But I miss you and I think I’m ready now, like, I think I can be what you need me to be and I want- I want to try.” You always thought the expression “Staring at someone like they had three heads” was a bit dramatic, but in this moment you were sure you were doing just that. 

Before you could question the man he ripped off his mask revealing a face you had tried to forget. His smile seemed nervous and you felt like you might pass out. 

“Peter? Wha- How? What is happening?” You took a step back and Peter dropped down almost comically. His hands were spread out in front of him to show he was no threat, but your heart thought otherwise. 

“I needed to talk to you but I knew you wouldn’t want to talk to me so I sent in the uh- the other guy.” You scoffed. 

“I can’t help but feel a little manipulated here,” You laughed coldly. Peter’s eyes widened at your words, panic seeping through him. 

“I- well, I-uh…I’m not trying to manipulate you. If you wanna leave I’ll drop you off right where I found you and can go back to pretending I don’t exist, but I meant what I said before. I do miss you, I do think I’m ready. I’m ready to show you I care.” 

Peter watched as you sat on the concrete below you in wonder. You tilted your head up to the sky, saying nothing in response. He worried for a moment that he may have sent you into shock, definitely damaging his chances at getting you back. You sighed and patted the ground next to you and Peter took a seat. 

“I cannot believe you thought this was a good idea. Was your best plan really ‘grab her off the street and info dump until her brain breaks?’” Peter felt his cheeks start to burn with embarrassment but then you nudged him with your shoulder,  “And here I was thinking you were smart.” 

You were teasing him, that’s good. That’s a start. 

“I don’t know what gave you that impression. I was pretty stupid last time you saw me.” You gave a soft hum in agreement but offered no other reply. 

“Speaking of…I’ve spent the last few months thinking about you, about what you said. I wanted to be with you but Spider-Man is kinda a package deal. And it’s not a good deal, it’s kinda a rip-off. I couldn’t be with you and not tell you about him. It wouldn’t be fair. But telling about him puts you in danger. There are a lot of people who want Spider-Man dead, a lot of people who want to hurt me, and that means people who would hurt you to get to me.” He paused as if having to convince himself to keep going, to not back out again. 

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be cutting off any chance of happiness just because someone might not want me to have that. I do so much for everyone in this city and May says I get to be a little selfish. I think she’s right too. (Y/N)...I care about you a lot, and if you’re willing to give me the chance, I wanna make you happy. Like really happy. Like the kind of happy that makes everyone so annoyed but really they’re just jealous. And I think, I could let myself be happy too.” 

You let his words wash over you. If he did walk away with your heart that night it seems now he was trying to give it back, and he offered his too. It was vandalised and tender, but you didn’t mind the mess. You reached between you and took his hand in yours, a ghost of a smile dancing across your lips. 

“I think I would be willing to let you do that.” Your soul felt brighter when Peter smiled at you. 

“Really?” You nodded your head and Peter placed his hand on the back of your neck. For a moment you thought he might kiss you, but instead, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Thank you.” You weren’t sure what he was thanking you for exactly, but his words felt rich with significance. 

You stayed there for a while, neither of you moving before Peter spoke up again. 

“You mentioned something about class earlier, I could drop you off?” You agreed as he pulled away and helped you stand. “And then maybe after I could take you out for brunch, I feel bad for interrupting your breakfast.”

You chuckled, “That would make me very happy.”

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Based off of @wheelersboy’s post from a few days ago. 😩

Kind of Best Friend

Hey Mike,

I'm not going to call you Shitface like I normally would, since, if you're reading this it probably means I'm dead or passed on or maybe just stuck in some agonizing hell with Vecna somewhere. I won't really know, will I? But the truth still is, if you're reading this, it means I'm not here anymore. And that's okay.

I mean I’m scared shitless right now, but you know it's like you said. Remember that one night at the quarry late last summer when the rest of the Party ditched us to go see Ferris Bueller for the four hundredth time? I had just broken up with Lucas and you were missing Will really badly and I was missing Billy. And we both were missing El. You had your feet hung over the edge of the quarry and I was scared I was going to fall. You threw your arm around my shoulder and chucked a rock into the pit. Then you drunkenly told me that every atom in our body was a billion years old and that if you really thought about it, it meant that we were made up of energy and that it would always be bouncing around the universe until the end of time. And you said that that really helped you when you couldn’t get Will being pulled out of the quarry out of your head.

Sometimes I think about that when Billy’s in my dreams too much.

And so yeah, if you're reading this maybe my brain isn't here and I can't fight you on any of your stupid ass plans anymore. And we can't sneak out of the lunch room to the alley between the art and science wing and eat lunch by ourselves when Eddie is being too insane. But maybe I'm still here somehow. Like the swirl of cream in your coffee in the morning or the wind kissing your hand. Like when you hung it out your dad's car window that one night when he picked the four of us up from the mall, and we were all too high to risk talking out loud. I watched your fingers glide through the air from the backseat and wished I thought anything else was as pretty as when the sky was periwinkle purple and the lightning bugs rushed by.

We never talked that night, after we had that awkward conversation in the parking lot while Dustin and Lucas were in the video store. We just sat in silence and watched two stupid comedies until one in the morning because you knew I didn’t want to go home. It was the nicest thing you ever did for me. I get that you like the quiet sometimes. I'm not Will. I know that. But I want you to know that you've weirdly become one of the best friends I've ever had. And I guess we can thank Mrs. Kelly for sitting us next to each other in 10th grade math for that. Who knew that getting high off sharpie markers and planning various murder plots to off Troy could be something to bond over.

I mean, you're still a total idiot, and you've been way too moody and a complete asshole to pretty much everyone since El and Will left. And you really do need to clean up your fucking armpit of a basement. Seriously Mike...if Hawkins isn't totally destroyed and you and Lucas and Dustin and the rest of them somehow make it out of this. Please, for the love of god, can you clean your basement. And afterwards, get everyone together, eat too much pepperoni pizza, and play a campaign for me. I'm sure Eddie can help you with that. And tell Dustin I’m sorry for making fun of him when he asked to sit in for Lucas. The truth is I wanted to play—but you know. I just couldn’t.

And speaking of the truth. Please! Do not waste any more of your or my time not being honest with yourself. I am El's best friend. I would kill you for her in a split second. You are aware of this right? But I know you Mike. I know the real reason why you've been so sad since the Byers moved to California. And now that I'm dead I can say this. It doesn't matter what it means. You need to be honest with yourself and be honest with Will and El.

You need to be brave Mike. It's fucking important. It really sucks, but it’s true that you never know when you might find out your life is over.

Don't do what you think is right. Do what your heart really wants. El will understand. El doesn't need you.

But Will does. So fucking fix it.

And also...just….thanks. For sitting with me when no one else would.

Your kind of best friend,

Mad Max

PS. My mom was wasted one time and told me you were her favorite friend of mine. And also, I am sorry for that one time when you slept over my house after we drank at the quarry. I was lonely and sad and way too drunk. But yeah, El and Will are lucky to have someone as nice as you…. with noodle arms that turns out are great for hugs.

When you're not being a whiny bitch anyway.

Also if you ever tell anyone about that night. Or for that matter, any of the nice things I just said about you in this letter... I WILL KILL YOU. I DON'T CARE IF I’M DEAD.

Mike chuckles a broken sob and sweeps a tear from the lined notebook page that Max has splattered with her bubbly handwriting in blue ink. It smears some of her words and he curses.

"Shit!" he hisses, wiping his snotty nose with the back of his hand and shifting quickly to spread the paper out flat on his bed. He tries to iron out a few of the creases and rereads some of his favorite lines, laughing all over again. He can hear her voice as she makes fun of him, can see the crease at her brow and the disgusted squint of her blue eyes. Eyes that flashed at him with hatred one minute and humor the next. His laugh grows thinking of her face, red hair wild and staring up at him from whatever short person's world she inhabited. Mike laughs to himself until he can't breathe. He laughs and laughs, until those laughs turn to sobs and the tears flow down his face and drip off his nose. He never expected it but the hole ripped open inside his chest at the thought of Max being gone forever is utterly agonizing.

Eventually, his lungs find air again and the tears stop falling. His body is completely exhausted and his eyes are red rimmed and raw. He dries his face and knits his brow together with determination, squinting over at the radio he left lying on his desk before he left for California. She's not dead, he thinks with determination. Max is lying in Hawkins Hospital, broken and sleeping. But not dead.

[tinythebunni]

Robin Buckley x Bimbo!Mean Dom!Reader

Alrighty Aphrodite

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You and Robin first met through Nancy. You and Nancy are best friends, have been since primary school! Nancy tripped over your white ballet flats and almost fell. But you, being the gracious girl you are, caught her. Nancy shared her Oreos with you as a sign of her gratitude.

You and Nancy are now seniors in high school. You two are complete opposites, yet you never grew apart. If anything, you got closer together.

Nancy runs the school newspaper, you’re the cheerleading co-captain. You guys always sit with each other at lunch. And whenever you get called over to your table, Nancy always joins.

All of your friends love Nancy! The ones who don’t, well, the aren’t doing well socially.

One day when you were hanging out with Nancy, you decided you guys should have a sleepover! Nancy was up for it ofc, but it had to be at your house. Her brother was a little shit. Her words, not yours.

After you guys ran to get snacks, you decided to head to the vhs tape store. Nancy wanted to stay in the car, but you went in. And god are you so happy that you did.

When you walked inside, Robin could’ve sworn she saw an angel. With your honeyed skin, siren eyes, and flirtatious smile, you were a wet dream. And god was she wet right now.

Cheeks aflame, she nervously greeted you. “Wel-welcome to family video! I’m Robin, here to be of your service, fair maiden!” She stuttered nervously.

Cute. You thought to yourself. I want this one.

“Hello gorgeous, do you happen to have Valerie and Her Week Of Wonders in stock?”

Correction, Robin was fucking soaked.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish, she pointed to the back right corner.

“The pornography section? Really baby? Can’t even think well enough to point me to the right area.” You said as you passed by her.

“Oh-OH! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I just got rlly nervous because you are like really fucking hot and I am so awkward and I cannot believe I’m in the presence of an absolute goddess!” Robin rambled.

Jesus Christ she needed to shut up. But it was cute, did she just call you a goddess?

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing. The movie your looking for is in A4.” Robin said in a defaeated voice.

Stupid stupid! Can’t even talk to a girl. Robin thought to herself.

“I was hoping you would show me.” Oh. OH.

“Yes, yes of course! Sorry!” Walking around you, Robin nearly walked into a wall, tripped over her own feet, and knocked a VHS off the shelf. She was so damn clumsy. But so fucking adorable.

Once you had your movie, Robin walked with you to the counter to check you out. “$2.50!”

You gave her the money, but didn’t leave afterwards. You watched as she put the money in the register, and printed your receipt.

“Oh! You’re still here?”

“Of course I am, I still need something from you.”

“Okay, what would that be?”

“Your number. We should hang out sometime.”

OMG OMG! NO WAY IM GONNA DIE!! Robin thought. “OH MY GOD YES! I mean, yea sure lemme just get a piece of paper.”

You, walked out that store with your movie, a smile on your face, and a pretty girls number. A pretty girl who you planned on absolutely ruining.

It’s Saturday, the day you and Robin arranged to hang out. Robin thinks you guys are just gonna watch Ferris Buellers Day Off, but you have other plans. Plans that involved Robin whimpering and whining under your hands.

Once you hear knocking on your house door, you open up the door. Robin, looking down at her shoes, doesn’t notice your attire.

Walking in with her head tilted down towards her shoes, she rambles about snacks. “-and I got Cheetos because I don’t know if you really like Doritos but it doesn’t…”

Trailing off, she finally noticed what your wearing. Your hair is down, covering your shoulders in beautiful curls. Your slippers have cute bunny ears on them. But neither one is what she’s focused on. You have on a sparkly night gown. One, that barely covers your ass. One, that has your boobs practically spilling out the top. One, that has Robin staring at you with her fucking mouth open.

“Something wrong baby?” You ask in an innocent voice.

“No, no! Nothing at all!” Robin answers with her eyes on your chest. This night is already going so well.

You two are in your room now, you’re laying on your back in your bed, and Robin is propped up against your wall. You’re trying to enjoy the movie, but she just won’t stop ranting about stupid fucking facts about the cast.

Eventually, you get fed up. So, you make up a game in your head. You carefully, start to carress Robin’s cheeks with your nails. Her breath stutters and she flushes a deep crimson.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Is this okay?”

“This is more than okay! But what are you doing?”

“I’m just watching the movie, honey. Tell me more facts though. I’m so interested.”

So, she continues on. Time for your next step. You sit up, and crawl over to Robin. She stops talking, and watches with doe eyes as you do.

Once you’re over to her, you sit in her lap. You push her brown honey hair behind her ear, and look into her glistening eyes.

“You gonna keep going, pretty?”

Robin is in heaven. There’s no way that this is real. She’s looking up at you with a adoring gaze. She looks a Bambi. Your pretty little babydoll.

“Yea, yea of course!” So, she continues on. And you just step it up.

Grabbing her hair into a ponytail, you yank her head back. Choking on a moan, Robin stares up at you with teary eyes. She looks up at you with such adoration, just waiting on your next move.

“Do you ever stop talking?” You ask rudely. You don’t care that she doesn’t shut up, you just wanna see her cry.

And she does. Her eyes tear up, her lip wobbles, and her cheeks flame. She’s scared. Cute.

“N-no. My classmates say I just never shut up. Bu-but I can! I really can!” She says, she practically begs. So cute, she’d do anything for you.

“How about this. I want you to ramble about anything, anything at all. But, if you stop, I’ll stop. Got it?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“Y-yea of course! I can do that.” No you can’t, she doesn’t even know what you plan on doing to her.

She starts talking about band. “I play the trumpet and I usually- NNGHHH” she moans. You hadn’t even done anything yet. All you did was lift up her shirt and kiss down her stomach. Barley even got anywhere.

“What- what are you doing?”

“I’m just having fun baby, keep going.” You say.

So, she continues. She rambles on about band, all while keeping her eyes on you. She watches as you kiss her stomach, all the way down to the waistband of her pants. Eventually you pull them down.

“Holy! What are you doing?”

“I have answered this before dummy! I’m. Having. Fun. Now keep going or you won’t get to cum tonight, ‘kay?” You ask in a sickly sweet voice.

Robin nods and keeps going. You pull down her jeans, all the way down. Once they’re off, you latch your teeth onto the waistband of her underwear and slide them down.

Robin chokes on her spit, but keeps going. You pull her underwear down to her ankles and slowly kiss your way back up. Once to her upper thighs, you start to leave hickeys. By now, Robin is panting and trying so hard to keep taking.

But she’s just so horny right now, she needs you. Badly.

By the time you get to her pussy, she’s panting and moaning gibberish.

“Please Please! Nnghhh! I need you badly! Please I’ll be good, so fucking good! Just please touch me, kiss me, something!”

Now you’re actually annoyed. You take her underwear and shove it into her mouth. She can taste the saltiness of her slick on her panties. She moans around the cloth and looks at you with teary eyes.

“Shut the fuck up.” You say, Robin nodding in response.

You ease your way up to her clit, and slowly suck on it. You tug it gently with your teeth, Robin moaning in lust.

You lick a slow stripe up her glistening lips and duck her clit. You use two of your fingers to spread her lips apart and get to work. You slide your tongue inside her as she squeals.

You didn’t start out slow, you just went for it. Your tongue flicked and licked everywhere on her ridged walls. Your thumb rubbing figure eights on her clit.

She moans and whines as she tries to pull away, her attempts fruitless.

“Don’t run from me baby, lemme eat you out like you deserve. Give yourself to me. Let me ruin you baby.”

Robin moans in a high pitch tone, almost like acceptance. She lays her head on the wall and closes her eyes.

Cheeks flushed, legs shaking, and lips chapped, she can feel herself on the edge. She needs to cum so bad. She’s so close, but she just can’t get there yet, so, she starts to cry.

It’s not that you’re doing bad, you’re so fucking amazing, but she needs more. She needs you.

Taking a risk, she tugs the underwear out her mouth and desperately begs for you. “Please! I need more, I wanna feel you against me! Please please please!!”

Such a dumb little thing, but you give her what she wants. “Of course baby. Anything you want.”

You lay Robin down on your bed, and spread her legs. One is in between yours, and the other is on the side of you. Both of your cores touching. You can feel her clit on yours, pulsing in need.

You grind up against her, Robin whimpering in response. Then, you go faster. You grind against her faster, and faster. Until eventually, you’re shaking the whole bed.

Robin is crying against you, tears rolling onto her chin. Her head is facing the pillow, hands holding onto the bedsheets. But you can’t have that, you want her to cum on you. You need her closer.

Grabbing her hands, your hold them and pull her closer to you, her clit practically smashing against yours. Your rub your clit over hers just one more timeand she cums. She cums just from being closer to you. God, she’s pathetic.

You let go of her hands, but you don’t stop. You keep going, chasing your orgasm. God you’re so close. Robin is thrashing on the bed, she looks feral.

Can’t even stay still. Her back is arching off the bed, head whirling and hands grabbing at your thighs. She looks close, she’s gonna cum again.

“You gonna cum pretty baby? Already? So pathetic, now aren’t you?” Robin looks at you and nods. “I bet there isn’t a single thought in that dumb head of yours.” And that sets Robin over the edge. She cums for a second time that night.

The feeling over her clit pulsing against yours sets you over the edge too, you cum almost exactly at the same time as her. Robin falls against the bed, panting and tired. She looks so fucked out right now. Such a shame, you’re not done with her.

“Get up slut, I wanna feel you against my thigh.”

“Huh?” Robin asks like a dumb bunny.

“Get the fuck up and ride my thigh.”

“But-but-“

“But-but” you mock her rudely, her eyes tearing up.

“But I already came!”

“And? I don’t care, get the fuck on my thigh and ride it.”

Robin obliges, anything for you. Anything for mommy.

Slowly grinding against you, she tries to find a rhythm. She’s going so fucking slow though. So, you decide to help her.

You grab Robins hips and grind her at your own pace, while simultaneously bouncing your leg up at just the right angle to hit her clit. Robins head lolls and falls in your shoulder, she clamps her teeth down on your shoulder and let’s the tears fall.

God it feels amazing but she needs to cum! She’s spasming on your leg, thrashing yet again. God she’s so cute! Your own personal fuck toy.

“Bet you can’t think of anything right now. Tell me, what’s instrument do you play?” You ask condescendingly.

“I-I-I don’t know! Please I just wanna cum!” Robin pleads, such a cute little baby.

“Then cum.” And she does. She cums hard, all over your thigh. She spasms and twitches as you continue to ride out her orgasm.

Twitching from the aftershocks, she falls asleep on your shoulder. Such a cute little thing. Your little fucked out babydoll. She’ll learn to take more than that. You’ll train her to be yours, yours and only yours. Your personal cum dump.

[silly-boozer]

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ABOUT ↴ 🧪

hello!! this is my cozy corner of the internet you can call me booze. i use any pronouns and i am a bisexual and genderfluid individual. im still very new to tumblr so please be patient with me. this account will mainly be used as "i have an unhealthy amount of interests and i need to see as much content as i can about them". i love drawing and will post my art sometimes but please, no requests. feel free to send an anonymous message asking about, well, anything! but be warned, i ramble a lot. i am welcome to talking to mutuals about similar interests! :)

sorry i don't have a DNI at the moment, i will just block you if i don't like you.

quicker special interests: CD collecting, the re-animator movies, the frighteners movie, tally hall, drawing, cats, Snoopy, media from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s, videos, genloss, lemon demon, will wood, and much more musical interests.

INTERESTS ↴ 🦴

the ones bolded are my favorites

movies/podcasts/series

– re-animator 1 & 2, the frighteners, little shop of horrors, beetlejuice, ghostbusters, the goonies, napoleon dynamite, dirty dancing, can't buy me love 1987, wayne's world, ferris bueller's day off, like father like son 1987, the parent trap, hot rod 2007, empire records, back to the future, the karate kid

– camp here and there, welcome to night vale <- (just starting it no spoilers), magnus archives <- (not started yet but on my list)

– full house 1987, saiki k, tally hall's internet show, charlie brown franchise, fluffy paradise, gravity falls, bluey, genloss

music/games/comics

– oingo boingo, tears for fears, the talking heads, tally hall, hall & oats, lemon demon, will wood, will wood and the tapeworms, the white stripes, the red hot chili peppers, mitski, miracle musical, sElf, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, alice in chains, jack stuber, toby fox, cojum dip, nirvana, the cars, death cab for cutie, good kid, crywank, DEVO, the beastie boys, the beatles, the offspring

– super mario, pacman, frogger, galaga, the stanley parable, there is no game, minecraft, duck life, mario kart super circuit, mario kart 8, five nights at freddy's (I'm not a big gamer)

–homestuck (that's literally it i am procrastinating on it so much AHH)

other nonfandom things

– old technology, science, horror, music, cats, outdoors, drawing and doodling, rocks, rain, CDs, Snoopy related things, lego sets, animation, movies, playing piano and drums, things/people/lifestyle in the 80s, 90s, and 2000s, music stores, vlogging, character making, writing, watching movies, cartoons, liminal spaces, photography, acting out skits,

Recent Hyperfixations ↴ 🎉

– Tally Hall - i know the tally hall community (i don't like the word "fandom") is looked down upon, but there are some really chill ones such as myself. i just stay away from the strange ones. it is one my top hyperfixations at the moment :)

– Re-Animator franchise - i stumbled across the re-animator movies and THEY ARE AWESOME!!! i need to get my grubby hands on some dvds. herbert west is a comfort character to me, really. so is dan and herbert's relationship.

– Lemon Demon aka Neil Cicierega - this a good portion of what i draw these days, doodles based off of lemon demon songs lmao. his skits are so silly and i strive to be this man. people need to know more about lemon demon he is hilarious.

that's about it thanks for reading ^__^

[iamanoccasionaldoodler]

Watching Night Country rn and its hilarious that not only did they license Twist And Shout to be playing on loop creepily at the research station, but theyre not even like. Playing it on a stereo. Theyre watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Which does contribute to the creepiness i must admit that it was just playing the same scene the whole time but its also so funny. They said its not enough to license the beatles we have to license an entire other movie to be in this tv show.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where a character comes out to another character in the story as requested in this ask. If you like the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

✼ Larry ✼

the school of extraordinary lovers by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci

(M, 191k, supernatural) harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it

I'll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt

(E, 122k, friends to lovers) Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not

Both Showing Hearts by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

(E, 113k, uni au) the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done

Heading for Limbo by @kingsofeverything

(E, 100k, friends to lovers) When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous

(E, 78k, high school au) It's senior year and everything is about to change.

Them Butterflies by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 68k, first love) This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

If I Had Three Wishes (They'd All Be For You) by phdmama / @phd-mama

(E, 66k, cabaret au) When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn.

you came into my life by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 57k, Queer Eye au) When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

Pillow Talk by @fallinglikethis

(E, 25k, sexuality crisis) When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister's best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love.

That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(T, 50k, girl direction) A Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU that picks up right where the movie leaves off, and imagines what might happen if Ferris' girlfriend and sister become friends. And maybe something more, too.

Anonymous Said by @alivingfire

(T, 21k, bookshop au) two boys, two blogs, two years of anonymous messages, and a bookshop where it all comes together

Saw It In Your Eyes by @taggiecb

(E, 15k, roommates) Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay.

Waiting for Wonderful by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 13k, friends to lovers) Harry is willing to wait as long as he needs to for his best friend to realise that they're supposed to be together, but it kills him to watch Louis struggle in his relationship with Mackenzie.

Hail Harry, Full of Grace by @homosociallyyours

(T, 5k, girl direction) Harry loves God and Louis loves Harry. And they still figure things out.

Moths and Butterflies by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 1k, Pride parade) It had seemed like fate, for the town’s Pride parade to fall at the very same time when work sent him there to charm some clients. Who was Louis, to sniff at a higher power?

✼ Rare Pairs ✼

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 122k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Tell Me It’s The Strongest Shape by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 73k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw/Elgar Johnson) When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

[sarahisslytherin]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅𝐅 || 𝐄.𝐌.

summary: after eddie has a bad day at school, you decide to treat him.  contains: mentions of bullying, skipping class, just teenage fun and fluff i guess.  a/n: it makes me so happy ferris bueller came out the same year this season is set in.

eddie’s been real quiet the whole drive home, undivided attention on the winding road in front of him. you only caught a glimpse of him today in between classes, but the brief couple of minutes he’d planned to spend with you had been spent fending off jason and his goons by the lockers.

he knows you saw it, knows you witnessed him get pushed around by hawkins high’s golden boy. he knows you’re probably reconsidering dating him because of it. he doesn’t blame you. he’d leave him too. what he doesn’t know is that all you want right now is to see him smile. 

“eddie.” you say, your voice hoarse from not having used it the whole ride. “eddie, look at me.”

“i’d rather keep my eyes on the road, babe.” he forces a chuckle. “your parents will kill me if i don’t get you home in one piece.” 

you roll your eyes before turning to look out the window. your house comes into view as eddie rounds the corner. “i’ll call you later, alright?” eddie says, a small smile on his face as he pictures you on the phone in your pajamas, just like every night, talking about nothing with him in hushed tones till you both fall asleep. 

you nod, give him a kiss and he watches you walk away and slip into your house before he heads home.

“eddie.” you whisper in his ear, pushing back his wild hair as you do. “eddie.”

he doesn’t budge, only mutters some gibberish that vaguely resembles your name before rolling over in bed. “eddie!” you whisper again, this time with more gusto. finally those big brown doe eyes of his begin to flutter open, a smile forming on his face as he takes you in.

“well, well, well.” he smirks. “and here i thought i was just having a really good dream.” he doesn’t seem to be very fazed to find you hovering over him in his bed, wide eyes staring into his. 

“get dressed, ed.” you instruct him, handing him a pair of ripped jeans, a leather jacket and his hellfire tee. “we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

“what do you mean?” he yawns, streching as he sits up and begins to change into his shirt.

“we’re skipping school today, edward.” you state matter-of-factly as you apply some mascara in eddie’s mirror. “movies, junk food, dare i say d&d, the works.”

“no shit!” eddie laughs as he sits at the edge of his bed, clearly ecstatic. “what’s the occasion?” 

you spin around, your smile fading as you take a seat beside him and begin to fiddle with his hair. “i know jason’s been giving you hell these past few weeks. i miss my eddie, you know, the one that’s always cracking jokes and being an absolute idiot.”

eddie’s smile has also disappeared, but that earns you the ghost of a chuckle. “as much as i appreciate that, i don’t need you to blow off school just to pamper me, babe. i’m not exactly ferris bueller.”

“what, you think there’s nothing in it for me?” you shove him playfully. “i wanna go to the movies, i wanna eat junk food. i don’t wanna to play d&d but i can think of a few other ways to spend the time.”

“you’re impossible.” eddie rolls his eyes incredulously, grinning as he does it. “there’s no talking you out of this, is there?”

“afraid not, munson.” you shrug. 

“alright, then.” eddie sighs, standing up and extending his hand to you. “i guess it’s my day off.”

you leave the movie theater arm in arm, goofy smiles plastered onto your faces. your lipstick’s a bit smeared from when eddie had forgone actually watching the movie and instead decided he’d rather make out. 

“where to next, milady?” eddie asks in his best old timey accent, to which you respond in kind: “hm, perhaps the arcade, good sir.”

it’s refreshing to see him smile again. his laugh is infectious and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. he lets you win nearly all the games at the arcade, no matter how much you protest. “oh, come on, eddie!” you groan as he lets you beat him at air hockey yet again. 

“i know what you’re doing!” you point an accusatory finger.

“being an amazing boyfriend?” he teases, rounding the table to give you a playful noogie, but you quickly escape the loose headlock to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

“maybe.” you huff.

you know eddie’s mouth is moving, and you know words are coming out of it, but you cannot for the life of you comprehend the rules of d&d. eddie must notice the way your eyes glaze over as you doze off, because soon he’s snapping his fingers and snickering at you like a mischievous child. 

“you still with me, hon?” he asks, grinning ear to ear. you can’t help but smile back.

“i’m with you.” you sigh, in a haze. surely eddie knows what you mean, knows you haven’t registered a thing he’s said, knows you’ll always be by his side, on his good days and on his bad ones.

“hey, babe?” he says, his voice smaller than it was before. “thanks for today.”

“it was nothing.” you wave a hand modestly.

“not to me.” eddie tells you. “meant a lot to me.”

there’s a comfortable silence in the air for a beat or two, before he suddenly sweeps the dice littering the table and breaks it once more. “wanna make out?” he offers.

you immediately let out a sigh of relief, hopping to sit on the table in one swift motion and pulling him in close by the collar of his hellfire tee. “i thought you’d never ask!”

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[lavender-creame]

matt watsons hands ….watson…hands ….finge-his hands i mean his hands i dont know how to finish this request you know what i mean

I know exactly what you mean

Friday Nights

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 2.4K words Summary: You and your best friend Matt Watson are hanging out until he challenges you to a round of Super Smash Bros. After you lose horribly, he tries to teach you his ways, but you just can’t get yourself to focus when his fingers are gripping you so perfectly. Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving), penetration, teasing, praise a/n: this one goes out to all you Matt girlies out there <33 You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

Friday night meant movie night for you and your best friend, Matt. Usually, however, after the first 20 minutes or so, the two of you wouldn’t focus much on the movie, finding each other’s company more entertaining. Something about sitting across from Matt, each of you on opposite ends of the couch facing each other, giggling until the early hours of the morning, just seemed to make more sense to you than sitting silently next to each other for 2 hours. Tonight was no different, of course, and an hour into ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’, which by the way you guys had already attempted to watch once, but got distracted the first time, you and Matt had fallen into a playfully competitive argument.

“I don’t care if it’s been years since I’ve played, I’d still beat you, no problem,” Matt said with overwhelming self-assurance.

You scoffed, “You were just as confident like 2 weeks ago when I mentioned ‘Mario Kart’, and then you got your ass whooped.”

“This is different, though!” He said, stretching his long legs out across the couch far enough to reach you. “I’m like actually good at ‘Super Smash Bros’!”

You pushed his feet away from your crossed legs. “I think you’re greatly overestimating your abilities.”

“You know what? Fine.”

Matt stood up and walked away from the couch, crouching by a shelf. He was thumbing through his ‘Switch’ games.

“Oh god, Matt. Don’t tell me you’re actually going to try to beat me.”

“No, I’m not going to try to beat you,” he paused as he tossed a controller your way with a smirk and a wink. “I am going to beat you.”

You fumbled with the remote before catching it. The way he spoke sent shivers up your spine. You pretended like you hated it, but in reality, you loved it when he was cocky like this; a faint blush reached your cheeks. As Matt found his way back to the couch, he once again stretched out, his long limbs taking up the entire space.

“Fuck it, I’m sitting on the floor. I can’t deal with you anymore.”

You stood up, leaving Matt to all the room he could ever want.

Matt pouted, “What? No, you could have stayed up here.”

Shaking your head, you got comfy below him. “Nope. Start the game already so I can beat your ass and we can turn back on the movie.”

He groaned, clicking past the main title screen.

It’d been a while since you played Super Smash Bros as well, and you weren’t quite used to the tiny switch controllers, but you were still sure that you were better than your best friend. You watched as he set the rules to 3 lives and no items.

‘Shit he’s really taking this seriously’

You picked Zero Suit Samus and he, of course, picked Yoshi.

You rolled your eyes, catching Matt’s attention.

“What?” He asked with a knowing grin.

“Yoshi? Really?”

“It was either that or Luigi.”

“Oh my god.”

He laughed as you sat below him, fidgeting with your controller to change the outfit of your character. Despite being friends for so long, the two of you never played Smash together before, you had just never thought about it. In the games you had played him in though, he tended to be pretty shit at, so you figured this would be the same, but you got an odd feeling watching him. Sure, Matt was a cocky person, but this was confidence, and you only saw him like this when he was genuine. Your eyes lingered on his face for a moment, how perfectly his eyes glowed in excitement. The way the dim light hit his hair, highlighting his bleach blond hair; you realized you should stop staring. You glanced at the screen and quickly turned your attention to his character, he just had to pick a character as annoying to play against as Yoshi?

You took a deep breath as the countdown started, ready to beat his ass into oblivion- within seconds, you were thrown off the edge.

You were stunned.

As you respawned, he attacked you again, however, this time you managed to dodge it before, Matt grinned smugly attacking you again, knocking your damage all the way up to the 80s. Matt's damage on the other hand was at a solid 13% and you couldn't do more than stun him a few times and get a couple of kicks in.

Needless to say, the match was over pretty fast, much faster than you could process it.

With a triumphant smile, Matt leaned forward on the cushion of your couch as the victory screen rolled over, showing Yoshi standing proud on the screen and Zero Suit clapping in second place.

"See? What did I tell you? Easy."

Matt laughed as you stared up at him, trying to wrap your head around your loss.

"Don't worry, here." He went back to the character selection screen. "I'll go easy on you now and we'll add items, I just wanted to show you up once."

"How did you do that?" You asked, turning and looking up at him.

There was awe in your tone, and you knew he knew it, too.

"I play Smash Online when I get bored sometimes, or at least I used to. It's definitely been a while."

"Oh." You all but whispered. You weren't sure how you didn't know this about your best friend, you noticed that he tended to play games that aren't really competitive, but at the end of the day, it didn't surprise you that much. Matt did have a competitive side, so it made sense that he'd have at least one game where he could be that part of himself.

Matt noticed your expression. He smiled softly at you.

"Here, I'll help you out."

He quickly used his controller to change his character to an NPC and stood up from the couch.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, now raising your eyebrow in confusion.

He slid behind you, sitting so you were in between his legs and his chest was to your back. He wrapped his hands around yours, choosing your character for you. His hands were warm against yours and you watched as his long fingers curled around the small controller. His hands fit comfortably around yours and your heart felt like it skipped a beat as you focused solely on those strong fingers holding your own.

"I'm showing you how to actually play, duh."

As he spoke, you could feel his hot breath on your neck; you were frozen in place, unable to respond to the sudden contact.

‘This is normal, Matt is my best friend and best friends help each other’

After a few moments, you finally managed to move your fingers in response to his touch. He continued his demonstration, pointing out the buttons you should use and explaining what you did that made you lose, but you were barely listening. His fingers moved carefully along your skin every so often; every touch electrifying your body, causing you to slightly tense as he demonstrated different moves.

"Alright, now you try," Matt said after several minutes, releasing your hands.

You felt your breath catch as his left hand moved back to his side of the couch, resting casually there as his right one rested on your bare thigh below where your pajama shorts stopped.

'He has to know what he's doing, there's no way he doesn't'

Your fingers moved hesitantly over the buttons for a few moments before Matt said “Go ahead” assuringly and you pressed play.

You maneuvered your character, trying to focus on the buttons instead of how close Matt was to you, but it became more and more difficult every time Matt’s hand moved.

You heard him chuckle beside you, which only served to make you more nervous.

“You okay?” He mused, moving his hand that was resting on the couch to place it on top of yours to press a button for you.

“Your fingers seem kinda shaky.”

“They do?” you responded nervously.

“Yeah… Are they cold? I don’t think your hands are supposed to be this cold.”

You shook your head, “I’m fine,”

He chuckled again, rubbing his thumb across your hand in small circles as he did. You tried to ignore the butterflies that were fluttering around inside of you.

“Are you sure?” He teased, his gaze dropping to where his hand rested on your thigh.

"Your leg is pretty cold too now that I think about it."

He rubbed his thumb across the soft skin of your inner thigh. You could feel your heart racing as you waited for him to speak; you wondered if you should move away, but at the same time you didn’t want to.

“Hey Y/N,” Matt breathed, his voice low and husky.

You couldn’t help but to lean closer to him, a shiver running through your body.

“I don’t want to play anymore.”

You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say.

His hand that sat on yours lightly dragged up your neck and to your chin, turning it towards his.

"Is this okay?" You could feel his whispered breath on the skin of your cheek.

You nodded, unable to speak.

His lips brushed against yours gently and slowly and you melted into it, closing your eyes and leaning into the kiss. His long fingers stayed holding your chin, tilting your head for you.

Matt pulled back after a few seconds, pressing his forehead against yours as you both sighed in relief.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, a smirk forming on his face.

You nodded eagerly, "please," was all you could say.

Bringing your hands up to cup his face, your fingers brushing against his cheeks. Matt kissed you again softly, and his hands cupped your face, pulling your bodies flush together as he moved against you. You moaned softly into the kiss, pulling him even closer to deepen the kiss and he obliged you.

You broke apart for a moment just to straddle him.

He smiled up at you, letting you rest atop him. His hand moved from your jawline to your waist, the other hand now resting on the nape of your neck.

His lips met your jaw and trailed down your throat and met your collabone; you hummed appreciatively. His hands found purchase on your hips, gripping them tight as his lips found their way to your chest, trailing kisses and bites down your body. When his hand reached your stomach, he paused briefly, hovering there before continuing.

"Can I?" He whispered huskily against your chest.

"On the couch, please."

He smirked, giving you one, deep kiss before letting you stand.

As you settled onto the couch, you looked at him, who hadn't moved from the floor, with confusion.

"Matt, please don't tease me." A deep blush reached your cheeks.

You weren't surprised that he'd be one to tease, but the heat between your thighs was just getting unbearable; you wanted him.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine down here." He said with his lopsided grin.

Before you could respond, he kneeled below you in between your legs, and hooked his arms around your thighs. As he pulled you closer to him, your shirt lifted up and he left soft kisses on your waist before pulling at your waistband and kissing your hips as he undressed you. His fingers trailed across your now bare upper body as his tongue danced against your pelvis, leaving colorful bruises that only you and he would see.

You moaned in pleasure, wriggling underneath him as he began his descent downward. Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling his mouth find the most sensitive part of your body. You gasped sharply as he took your clit into his mouth, making you shudder violently. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, you pulled him even closer to you and felt him moan against your cunt at the sensation. He worked his tongue around your clit, his fingers sliding up to cup your breasts and you with your nipples.

You bit your lip to stifle any sounds coming from you. It wasn't fair that he could make you feel good so easily. He always seemed to know exactly what would make you fall apart. One of his hands dragged down your body, making its way to your folds.

You felt him graze your entrance and you whined at his teasing, Matt, hearing this, chuckled, pulling away from your clit and giving the bruises on your hip a gentle kiss.

"I saw you looking at my hands earlier. You'd hold your breath whenever I'd move them. Tell me, sweetheart, would you rather cum on my fingers?"

You could feel your cheeks burning and you turned away to hide your embarrassment.

Matt laughed softly.

"It's alright, babe," he said, trailing kisses up your torso, "I think it's cute."

As he left bruises on your collarbones and breasts, you whimpered for more contact, but were only met with two of his fingers slipping into your mouth to keep you quiet; you sucked on them while he worked his tongue around your nipples, the sensations making your toes curl and tears dot your eyes.

"Please, Matt." You mumbled around his fingers. "Please let me cum."

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

With that, he pulled his fingers from your mouth and slipped them inside you. You gasped, his fingers massaging your core gently.

"Oh God, Matt.."

"Good girl..."

You moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, no longer able to keep the sounds in.

"God, you're gorgeous…"

You whimpered again, unable to form any coherent words as he slide back down towards your cunt, taking your clit into his mouth again. As he worked his fingers, you cried out, throwing your head backward as wave after wave of pleasure washed through you.

"That's it, babe, come for me…" Matt muttered against your clit as you came undone.

As you came down from your high, Matt pulled his fingers out of you, crawling above you on the couch to kiss you deeply.

[leatherbelt1295]

Your Daily Smile #2617

@ehan281

This should have been posted yesterday, but I didn't really get a chance to. I spent the previous 2.5 days with EHAN irl, and man they were just so wonderful... I'm so grateful we got to hang out again and do more than we did last time. Went during this time for a multitude of reasons since things lined up perfectly, but most importantly it was like a birthday present to him (5/29) and myself (6/3). We haven't seen each other since October 2017, so naturally I really missed him so much. ;w; That's way too long!!

We got to eat yummy food each day, got to meet his adorable doggy Sparky, met his folks, go through a mirror maze, played a laser busting game?, watch him do little runs of SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom, watch the new Spidey on opening night with his brother, and went to a convention together and even cosplayed which was super fun! I went as Peppino Spaghetti from Pizza Tower (so if by chance you were there on Friday and saw Peppino, it might've been me!) and he was an excellent Cameron from Ferris Bueller Day Off. It was cool how often we were recognized, heheh. Really nice to see people's faces light up like that. Of course, we saw a lot of great cosplays too! Here's a few I saw myself that I got pics of, really nice stuff!

We got to play my favorite beat-em-up The Simpsons by Konami, and I'm glad EHAN and his brother really enjoyed it too! Really cool stuff all around, found plenty of gifts for my folks at home but also a couple things for me. Oh and Petra stuff and even comm'd a Petra for EHAN. :]

I haven't been to a con in 7 years, so being back at such a fun one was something I absolutely needed and appreciate immensely. Good times all around! I'm happy he and his brother enjoyed themselves too.

Here's my loot, though only the Jolteon and black shirt are for me.

We headed to Red Robin later on, and that was nice too! At least for me and his brother. :)

I went with the intention of recreating a certain Bocchi the Rock comic to EHAN. :))

And it worked. :)))

And the waitress didn't believe him when he said it was my birthday too. :))))

Ended the night with some 3 player Mario Party 2 on Pirate Land. We lost to the CPU DK because of usually MP shenanigans lol. Still fun!

And followed that up with me and EHAN rewatching Space Patrol Luluco as we do every June 5th, but a little early this time so it could be irl. A wonderful time as it is every year, but made more special being together and having fun irl! I'll be taking about that more on tomorrow's YDS though. :)

Wrapped up the visit with another good breakfast and visiting a lovely park, I really enjoyed that too.

Again, overall, I totally needed this trip and I'm eternally grateful for being able to do so. I really miss him though. ;w;

And I suppose I should mention a bit how my birthday was yesterday aside about half the day being with EHAN. I received gift art from friends through the day, including right at midnight and even today... Y'all really didn't have to... ;; But thank you so much... And to those who I know may read this and wanted to draw me something or whatever the case may be, but couldn't for any reason, just know it's more than okay and the fact that you even thought of me in the first place means a lot to me already. Wishing me hbd means a lot too... 🥺 So thank you guys too!

Even had a big surprise on the flight back home before departure. Someone close to me with connections actually informed the crew on board that it was my birthday, and if they could deliver a message to me for them, which they absolutely did... Even gave me free snacks and water, and invited me to sit in the pilot's seat which was !!!!!?? It was so cool what the heck... I'm grateful for that... 😭

Nice time spent at home with family, always nice to see them. It ain't a birthday without being with em, I'd say. Nice lil gifts too, they shouldn't have... ;; I do wanna show this Hank Hill in particular, gave me a good laugh and I love it, heheh. The Bocchi doodle too!

But yeah, I just wanted to dedicate this YDS to thanking @ehan281 and his brother for a wonderful time and express my gratitude of a happy birthday too. Hoping the next time we meet won't be so long! ^^