#never miss a great opportunity to shut the fuck up do they

[whentheynameyoujoy]

Can’t decide whether it’s more pathetic or amusing how ‘murican lefties always blabber about ontological evil this, ontological evil that, yet are now shitting and pissing themselves in rage as they westsplain xenophobia to Eastern Europeans who aren’t exactly ecstatic at the prospect of welcoming masses of draft-dodging Z supporters in their midst.

No ‘murican leftie, btw, had any problem understanding why Trumpers getting slapped with consequences after their failed coup was mega super fucking giga funny. But this doesn’t concern them so that’s of course completely different, how could I have not realized.

[lovableapocalypse]

feels like

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

wc- 2k

warnings- mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant, vomit/throwing up, like one f bomb, established relationship, i dont think anything else

a/n- reader is a pilot lol. hope you all like it and send me any requests you wanna see!!!!

You were tired of vomit. Tired of the smell, tired of the nausea, and tired of the harsh sting it was leaving in the back of your throat. The past three days you had been pulled to consciousness by your uneasy stomach and ended up over the toilet as your alarm blared from the bedroom. 

Bradley has had to leave for training extremely early this week and luckily has missed your ugly morning wake-up call. You’d been subtly avoiding his concerns at work; when you looked queasy after conditioning, when Jake’s body wash scent made you gag, and when you barely touched the coffee he brought you one morning. You played it off as a stomach bug, but your intuition was telling you something completely different.

Thankfully this week had been a zero flight week. You were terrified of flying if your suspicions were accurate, but you were also too scared to take the damn pregnancy test. 

As you walked down the hall Friday afternoon, doing your best to avoid everyone, you made a pact with yourself that you would stop by the convenience store tonight. Bradley was staying late to help with new flight curriculum so you’d have the opportunity to do it alone. 

Part of you wanted to share this moment with him, but your fear quickly overrode that. You and Bradley had been together for years at this point, ever since your first run at Top Gun. He’s mentioned kids a couple times, but never seriously. Deep down you knew he would accept this and be 100% in it, but your anxiety was on blast and your logical thoughts were nowhere to be found. 

You were supposed to be heading to a group meeting, all Dagger Squad members present. Your nausea has been steady all day, and hasn't eased up since you puked your guts up first thing. It’s been miserable and your sweaty, pale complexion are a testament to that. You’re trying your best to take deep breaths as you walk through the humid hallway, but your stomach lurches anyway. You grip the wall nearest to you and clench your eyes shut. 

Deep breaths. In and out. You wait for the pain to subside before you start walking again. You slowly enter the conference room, looking around. Last one here, great. You shoot a small smile in apology and head to the empty seat next to Bradley. 

He gives you a quizzical look as Maverick begins a spiel about next week's itinerary. 

“You okay?” He whispers, brown eyebrows pinched. 

You inhale sharply and nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze in reassurance. He squeezes in return and tries his best to keep his attention on Mav, but your squirming is distracting. It’s too hot in this cramped office space. You swear you can feel each person’s body heat radiate off them, making your head spin. 

Breaths. Deep freaking breaths. You’re trying to concentrate once again on your breathing as Phoenix asks a question, but everything is muffled and distant. You feel Bradley’s eyes seer into you and your jaw clenches unbearably tight. 

This is not happening. You refuse. You’ve made it the whole week without getting sick at work, and you really don’t want your closest colleagues and friends to see you hurl in a tiny trash can. Bradley squeezes your hand tighter trying to grasp your attention, but you just stare ahead and will your body to stop. 

Fuck. There’s definitely no stopping it. You shoot to your feet, pulling your hand from Bradley’s, drawing everyone’s attention. You briefly hear Mav ask if you’re alright and your hand quickly shoots to cover your mouth as you stumble to the trash can. Your stomach empties and you cough harshly, bent over the small container. You hear chairs screech and boots on the ground and soon feel a familiar hand slide up your back. 

Bradley pulls your hair away from your face with his other hand and continues to rub your back, glancing around the room in concern. Phoenix and Bob shoot him sympathetic looks and Jake’s grimace is clear as day. 

Mav makes his way over to you, cautiously, and shouts at Javy to get a medic. You raise your hand and wave at him, trying to refuse. You cough again, “I’m fine. I’m okay.”

“You just puked y/n.” Bradley states. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry- just I’m okay now.”

You slowly stand up and Bradley keeps his grip on you, moving you towards a seat. You glance up, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, and see the sympathetic looks sent your way. “Sorry,” You sigh.

Javy returns out of breath with the medic and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Y/n I think you should go get checked out,” Maverick says, “Rooster, why don’t you go with her.” He nods his head towards the door and motions for you, Bradley, and the medic to leave the conference room. 

Bradley keeps his grip on your elbow as you walk slowly toward the med bay. The medic is asking you basic questions that you are trying your best to answer as vaguely as possible. When you enter the med area you begrudgingly let the medic take your temperature and check your vitals. 

“Everything looks okay. I’d just get some rest and head to urgent care if your symptoms get any worse.” 

You’re grateful the medic didn’t mention pregnancy and you nod in appreciation as they exit the small exam area. 

Bradley sighs and places his hands on his hips. “Let me take you home, honey. Get some sleep.”

You shake your head, “No Roo it’s okay, I promise. You have to stay late anyway.”

You’re avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat. You’re not sure why you feel so emotional all of a sudden, but with barely any sleep and vomiting up everything you eat, you’re exhausted. You feel tears prick your waterline as Bradley steps closer to you. 

He reaches up and cups your face. It wasn’t always like this. You and Rooster are both stubborn to an unhealthy degree, and when you two got off on the wrong foot all those years ago you never imagined this. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, examining you with his eyes. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been off all week.” His voice is soft and it only makes you more emotional. 

You close your eyes and feel the first tears escape down your face. “I think I’m pregnant.” You whisper.

You keep your eyes shut as you hear him inhale. He grips your face tighter, willing you to open your eyes. When you finally open them, he’s smiling. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You shake your head, “I’m not sure yet. I haven’t taken a test yet, but I’ve been sick all week and I can’t remember when my last period was.” You sigh. 

His smile only grows. Of course he would be excited. You’re not sure why you were convinced he would be pissed or upset. His reaction only makes you cry more and he tugs you closer into the warmth of his chest. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and steps back, helping you off the exam bench. “Let's go home, yeah?” He asks. 

You nod solemnly and thread your fingers through his, heading to the exit. Bradley lets Mav know you’re sick and he’s taking you home, planning to finish the flight course next week. He helps you into his Bronco and secures your seatbelt for you. He kisses you lightly before closing the door and heading around the car.

On the way back to your shared place he detours to the nearest convenience store and parks out front. Turning to you he says, “I’m gonna run in and grab a few tests. Do you want to come in?”

You shake your head and lean back against the seat letting it absorb your exhaustion. He’s quick inside and jogs back out to the car with a full bag.

“I didn’t know which one to get so I just grabbed a bunch.” He pulls a few out to show you and you laugh at his eagerness.

He smiles at you and places the bag in the back seat, squeezing your knee as he starts the car again. 

He turns the radio on low as you watch your surroundings pass by. You don’t know how to feel about all this. Are you even ready to be a mom? You glance at Bradley and take in his tanned skin and light blush covering his nose and ears. He’d be a great dad, you already know it. 

You try to shake off some of your anxiety as you head inside. Bradley pulls you close and squeezes your arm, sending you a reassuring smile. You exhale and turn to him, “Will you take it with me?”

“Of course.” He nods and rubs your arm gently. 

You head towards the bathroom with the bag full of tests and Bradley fills a cup of water for you. You’re examining all the different tests when he enters and comes up behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder and reads the boxes with you. 

You grab the test with the electronic Pregnant or Not Pregnant answer and a generic 2 line test as well. Bradley sits with you the whole time anxiously squeezing any part of you he can touch. You place the tests near the sink and set a timer on your phone. 

You both sit in a comfortable yet tense silence. You can tell Bradley is more excited than you are but he’s doing his best to keep himself calm. The phone rings cutting off your anxious thoughts and you both stand together to look at the results. 

You grab the line test first seeing two very visible solid lines. You quickly grab the other which coincides with a bold Pregnant flashing at you. You close your eyes and pass the test to Bradley, feeling the waterworks begin. 

He gasps slightly and puts the test back on the counter. He laughs as he turns you to face him, “Hey, hey it’s okay. Everythings gonna be fine,” You can hear the smile in his voice as your tears fall faster. 

“We’ll figure it out, okay? Hey, look at me.” He cups your face again, your eyes opening to meet his. 

“We’re gonna figure it out.” His smile spreads, “We’re gonna be parents holy shit.” You laugh at his excitement and pull him into an embrace. 

“We’re gonna be parents.” You mumble into his shirt. 

The next morning you head to a local clinic just to get a medical test and see if everythings okay with the baby. You’re given the all clear and relative timeline of birth and growth and everything seems so surreal. Bradley is beyond excited and it’s starting to rub off on you. He spent the whole night reassuring you and brainstorming possible names. 

The doctor did let you know that flying is off limits. You feel a bit sad at the loss of flying, but know Mav will keep you busy in other ways. You keep reminding yourself this as you head to his office Monday morning. Bradley and you are hand in hand, him excited to break the news. You knock and hear a muffled “Come in” on the other side. You exhale and squeeze Bradley’s hand as you push the door open. 

“Hey y/n, Bradley.” He nods. “Feeling better?” He places the paperwork he was looking at down and looks between you both. 

You glance to Bradley who quickly nods his head, urging you on. “About that.” You turn back to Mav’s confused expression continuing, “Um, Bradley and I actually have something to tell you.”

Pete remains silent, questioning you both. 

“I’m, uh, not gonna be able to fly for a while.”

His brows furrow, mouth opening to object, but you beat him to it. 

“I’m pregnant.”

His mouth drops in shock and Bradley laughs at his expression. 

“I- I mean wow. Holy shit!” He laughs. He stands and rounds the desk pulling you into a tight hug and then Bradley. He shakes Rooster’s shoulders as he pulls away and his face is ecstatic. 

“I’ll be damned,” He looks between you both again and shakes his head. You glance at Bradley and smile.

Bradley’s grin is contagious and he shouts, “We’re gonna be parents!”

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Birthday Do Over | Quinn Hughes

summary: it’s Quinn’s birthday and you can’t held but fuel your need to see him.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing?

word count: 1.53k

authors note: I wasn’t going to write this but when the request came in and it being Quinn’s birthday the opportunity was too great to pass up. Kaylin if you see that I used your answers to my cake questions, surprise? This piece is a lot of flashbacks people so pay attention to the regular italics!

You knew you shouldn’t have been doing this.

But as the three red bulls in your system kept you up you couldn’t help it as you stood in the kitchen baking.

October 14th, Quinn’s birthday and his first since you two were no longer talking.

Surely you should have been fine staying at home enjoying the comfort of your bed but instead you were in the bakery.

Quinn watched you start your dream as you bought the bakery but he never got to watch you fully live out the dream as you two broke up before it opened.

So the cake you made was from your memories of what he liked eating at late hours of the night in your apartment.

Bowls of different icing flavours were in a line “why can’t I try it yet? Quinn complained watching your hand swat his away “because I’m not ready so you need to wait.” You explained in a duh tone.

Over the last week you had been building a menu that had each of your favourite flavours that you had made throughout the years, as well as some new ones and those were what he was meant to try.

Quinn let out a huff causing you to smile “shut your eyes.” You brought your spoon into one of the bowls as the boy listened to you.

His eyes screwed shut as his mouth hung open “let me know what you think of when you taste this.” The spoon dropped a bit of icing onto his tongue causing him to close his mouth.

The sweet flavours melted into his tongue as he moved his arms getting excited “that was delicious.” Quinn announced as he opened his eyes to look at you again.

It made you laugh “that isn’t a flavour,” you shook your head as you sent him a look waiting for an answer “give me a hint baby.” The hockey player pouted as he reached over the counter to bring you to him.

His hands wrapped around your waist as you stood between his legs “it’s this one.” You brought the bowl to his nose but he still couldn’t get it “it’s my take on cream cheese-” the gasp Quinn let out made him sound like a child who just learnt Santa wasn’t real.

You smiled shaking your head “it was cheese!” The American grabbed a spoon again so that he could taste it again.

It was clear that the dials in his brain were turning as he came to terms with it “you make cheese good.” His words made you laugh “you give me too much credit.” You corrected him placing the bowl back on the table.

Quinn brought his hands from your waist to your jaw “don’t think I give you enough at all.” He mumbled running his hand over that bone as you leaned down to kiss him.

Both of you got sucked into it as the world felt like it stopped around you.

But it didn’t and the smoke alarm started going off “shit!” You groaned quickly pulling away from him.

As you whipped your icing you smiled remembering that night in the apartment that you now moved out of with the extra cash you had been making you were able to use to get more space.

It was another reminder of a milestone that Quinn missed yet still it wasn’t out of his own choice.

Part of you should have felt sorry for his neighbours as you two argued for what felt like the twentieth day in a row.

Your hand raked through your messy hair as you tried to remain calm “maybe I should go.” You shrugged avoiding Quinn’s irritated scoff “you always leave when things get fucking tough y/n!” He complained totally unaware of how much smaller you got in that moment.

If you chewed at your cheek any harder you would have drawn blood “look Quinn I love you.” You blurted out as you dug your nails into your palm “but this isn’t working anymore.” The hockey player was your world, that’s what happens when you date someone for three years.

But the reality that the arguments were now outweighing the normal conversations that you two had was weighing on you and the t was no longer at a point where you could act like it wasn’t around anymore “what are you trying to say?” The American knew what you were trying to say but he prayed that this was one time that he was so wrong.

Tears formed in your eyes “this is goodbye Q,” you frowned walking over to him as you pressed your lips against his cheek.

Before Quinn could process that you had left him the door to his apartment shut with a slam.

You were gone.

The final touches always scared you the most. It was like the moments when you screwed here were the ones where you wanted to cry.

Which was why you did a happy dance as Quinn’s birthday message was written out perfectly “perfect!” You smiled placing the piping bag on the table.

Below you sat absolute cake of his dreams, the red velvet cake and cream cheese frosting were complimented by the blue, green and white icing colours that you used.

The gold edible topper balls were for how you saw Quinn. Your shining star that could guide you anywhere.

If you had to find Quinn as a cake you would be looking right at it.

The boy grew impatient as he watched you work “this is an art Quinn.” You explained joy giving him the chance to complain “you put too much pressure on yourself.” You had been tasked with making a cake for Luke’s birthday and you weren’t going to screw this up.

You sent him a look trying to tell him to shut up “I’m trying to make this perfect.” You spoke in a duh tone as you were working on making the icing the perfect shade of red “you could give Luke cake batter and he’d love you.” Quinn’s voice made you laugh as you shook your head.

Luke was definitely the easiest man to impress.

You prayed that Quinn still lived in the same apartment that he was in before the summer. Fears that someone new occupied his home were greater than the ones you held about the ideas of him moving on.

As the sun had barely came over Vancouver you were just grateful that the doorman of the building recognised you because you would have been waiting for hours without him.

It was quiet in the building though as once you stepped into the elevator you hadn’t seen another person. Which is why you thought you were successful in getting to Quinn’s front door unnoticed.

But of course the universe wasn’t going to make your life that straight forward so as you placed the box on his doormat a laugh let you know that you were no longer alone.

Quinn leaned against the wall as he pulled his headphones out of his ears “you’re up early.” He smirked remembering how he could never get you out of bed early.

His bed was warm, and that was your excuse “Quinn!” You groaned reaching out to feel him no longer there “yeah baby?” He smiled seeing your eyes barely open.

Your pout was clear “come back to bed.” You tapped his side of the mattress “I’ve got to get to the rink.” The hockey player sat on your bed next to you as you let your head rest on your pillow once more.

He watched as your breathing slowed once more signalling that you were asleep “I’ll see you soon love.” The boy leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before he quietly tucked you into the duvet letting you bask in the comfort of his beds warmth.

You awkwardly picked the box up “I came to drop this off for you.” You explained turning to show him what you were holding.

Being a hockey player a cake wasn’t something you got in the middle of the season “thank you y/n.” He smiled seeing your cheeks turn red “I should get going.” You sucked at your teeth as you sent him a nod trying to move past him.

Quinn knew that he couldn’t let you leave again “wait,” the hockey player sighed feeling his shoulders grow lighter.

Your nod made him smile “you want to come inside?” Quinn’s offer made him feel nervous as you stayed quiet “I won’t be able to eat this cake by myself and if I get Brock over I won’t get any-” he began to ramble before you cut him off.

The giggle you let out made him go quiet “you know I’ll never say no to cake.” Your confession made him nod as he opened his door “it’s about time we caught up.” The door shut behind you both but this time it wasn’t the end of a chapter.

No this was the start of your second chance, the redo if you will. And this time you two were going to make sure that you didn’t screw it up.

This time was going to count.

[neowinestainedress]

Hey love ur writings! Could you write a shot with Mark the way u wrote for doyoung pls? The needy doyoung and wife trying to find privacy to do it lol

w!: aged up mark (28yo) but only if you care enough to do the math, outdoor teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, romantic (i guess?)

a/n: dad!nct is making me feel things ngl. anyway, thanks, and hope you’ll like this!

You and Mark have a long story. You had been dating for five years when he decided to pop the question. And now, five years of marriage and two kids later, you’re still as in love as you were when you first met.

And if love is still in the air, the same thing can be said about passion. Mark is still as clingy as he was ten years ago. He will never help you cook (for the safety of the family, he washes and dries the dishes) but he will always make sure to tease you, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck while he whispers things to your ear, at times innocent, at times things that would make you want to have him right there and then. And you’d do it if only it weren’t for the little ones running around the house. 

He even dares to tease you when you’re outside, busy taking care of the garden. “You used to be braver when we were younger,” he pouts when you slap his hand away, looking around fearing the neighbours might see. “Exactly, we were younger.” 

“Oh, so the rumours are true,” Mark chuckles, “you can’t take me anymore?” 

“Oh, please, shut up, Lee,” you say, playfully kicking him with a swing of the hips. 

“You sure you can?” He teases, kissing your neck while his hands wander on your body, this time cupping your right boob with no impediment. 

Your breath falters as you try to keep your focus on the plants, and you hum in reply. 

“The neighbours are out,” he whispers, dibbling your neck after moving your hair to the side. “We can have a bit of fun.”

You let out a low moan, head rolling back while the hold on the watering can loosens. “Mark,” you whimper when his other hand reaches down, moving on your clit through the fabric of the long dress you’re wearing. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Minjun is drawing on the wall!” Minseo’s scream immediately makes Mark pull away and you drop the can from your hands, splashing it all on your clothes. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sigh exhausted, looking at your husband in disbelief. 

Mark chuckles, kissing you briefly. “Get changed, I’ll take care of the modern Pollock,” he says before running inside with your oldest daughter.  

You wish this wasn’t a constant, but it is. Every time you two have some moments alone, something happens. You don’t get mad, after all, Minjun is only two years old and wants to explore the world, especially now that he learned how to walk. But you miss those old days when he would spend most of the time sleeping or playing in the playpen. 

“Mommy!” It’s a Friday afternoon when you think you might finally have the opportunity for something to happen, after Minseo comes back from school with your husband with a big smile on her face. 

“Hi, honey. How was school?” 

“Great! A friend invited me to her place tonight. Can I go?” She asks, swinging her body side by side as she waits for your answer. 

“Of course, you can,” you reply, smiling back. “Come on, let’s go prepare the bag.” 

Getting Minjun to sleep is harder than usual, and you fear that night won’t go as you exactly planned. But you still succeed to make him fall asleep before Mark comes back from dropping Minseo, and have time to get ready. 

You forgot how it felt to slip into lingerie and admire yourself in the mirror, and you can’t wait for Mark to see it. 

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Mark says when he sees you as soon as he enters the place. “You look — shit — you look perfect.” 

You giggle, finding endearing how his reaction is still as awkward as always. 

“Where’s — uhm — where’s the baby?” He asks, looking around. 

“The baby’s asleep,” you smile, walking toward him in your high heels, studying his face, and watching him gulp with each step closer. “We have all night to ourselves.” 

“If he doesn’t wake up,” Mark whispers, but his eyes are running on your body, stopping on your chest that’s pressed up by the bra and then moving down where the lace lingerie is basically see-through before falling on your legs. “I — I’m speechless.” 

“I forgot it takes nothing to impress you,” you chuckle before pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

“Nothing?” He asks through the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as you hurry to get him out of his clothes. “It’s you,” he says before lifting you up and walking upstairs. 

Once you’re in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed, swiftly getting out of his pants and underwear to be on top of you and kiss you again. You both needed this like air, and it’s clear in the way you are both so harsh and greedy with your hands and lips. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers when his fingers reach between your legs and he starts moving them in circles on your clit. You don’t reply, not like he needs your verbal confirmation, and not like you’d be able to give it to him anyway. You feel on fire, and so close already. Probably it’s because Mark is really good at this, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them right where it makes you tremble, and sucking your clit until he leaves you breathless, or probably because your body has been left starved for so long, too long. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, and you don’t care you come so easily. 

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, trailing up to kiss you while he keeps pumping his fingers to ride your orgasm. “Missed me much.” 

“So fucking much,” you mumble, pulling him down by his nape. “Need you inside me, Mark,” you whisper, but when he doesn’t obey, you feel your patience wear thin. “Now, Mark. I need you, now!” 

“Damn, alright, darling,” he giggles, pulling out of you before positioning between your legs. “Keep quiet if you want this to last.” 

“He won’t wake up, just fuck me alright.” 

Mark doesn’t say a word, just grabs the base of his dick to push into you slowly, whimpering as he sinks into you and your wet, warm pussy wraps around him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky, “it’s been ages.” His hold on your hips tightening as he starts moving, rubbing on your soft skin. 

“Come here,” you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he leans closer before doing the same with your legs on his waist. “Needed you so much,” you whisper, running your hand on his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft, bare skin. 

“Me too, honey,” he moans, throwing his head back as he starts picking up a rhythm. 

“More,” you cry out. “Please, Mark. Faster,” you plead, fingers running in his blonde hair, pulling at it until a louder, deeper moan rolls from his lips. 

He utters a curse before his hips start moving faster against you. “You feel so fucking good, shit,” he breathes out. “Won’t last long.” 

“Don’t,” you reply breathlessly, “fill me up, please.” 

Mark would love to make this last more, but he can’t resist you. The way your pussy is gripping him and dripping is making him go insane, not to mention how beautiful you look with your head thrown back, overwhelmed with pleasure while your parted lips let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard. He should remind you to keep it quieter, but he’s too lost in those sounds to care. 

“Mark, please,” you cry out, pushing him closer again. And in that messy, needy kiss, you both lose it, the orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you trapped in a panting mess. 

He stays on top of you for a while, leaving small kisses all over your face and whispering how lucky he is to have you, making your heart burst with joy. But when his arms don’t hold his body up anymore, he’s out of you, rolling to the side, with his arm resting on his forehead as he tries to take deep breaths again.

“Wait,” Mark says, watching you climb on top of him, “what are you doing?” 

You smile smugly. “Minjun didn’t wake up,” you say, grabbing his dick and aligning to your entrance, slowly sinking on it. “I told you we were going to have all night to ourselves.” 

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[deangirlsstuff67]

First Con

Sequel to Birthday Boy

Written for @deansgirl79

Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Six months have come and gone for Jensen and y/n. While keeping it casual due to living in different places, they have managed to keep in touch and see one another often. Dallas Con is here and y/n has a couple surprises up her sleeve for Jensen.

Warning: Fluff, Unprotected sex, P in V, Anal play, Oral (m receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Edging

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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Jensen's sitting in the green room at Dallas Con. It's been 6 months of having y/n in his life and it's been great. He's feeling as if he's a teenage boy again, his cellphone always attached to him these days. Jared and Misha never miss an opportunity to tease him about it either.

He's in a room with all his friends, but to Jesen his sitting on y/n couch, cuddling and talking for hours. It never seems to matter, they always have something to talking about.

Rob walks in with the band, "hey Jay, you guys ready? Kim and Brianna are wrapping up."

Jared comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "I am, I just dont know if this old guy can pull his head out of his phone long enough." I glare up at the giant with the best bitch face I can muster.

"Shut the fuck up."

Rob and Jared leave me as they laugh at my 'lover boy' ways, as Misha calls me.

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Conventions in my home town are always the best. My parents are here laughing in the front row. Jared's parents beside them. I love watch them hanging out and enjoying themselves. We are about half way through our panel, the fans have been on point with their questions.

I'm not paying attention to Jared talking as he welcomes the next fan. My mind a million miles away. Which means I don't notice his shit eating gracing his face.

An angels voice pulls me out of my wandering thoughts. I whip my head around finding my beautiful y/n standing at the microphone with a knowing smile curving her kissable lips.

Damn I want, no need, those lips on me.

My cheeks heat as my jeans tighten at my wayward thoughts.

"Hi, I'm y/n."

"Hi, I'm Jared. This is Jensen." Jared points his thumb at me. "Sorry, Jensen is slightly distracted today."

"Oh, I can only imagine. " a sexy wink gets set my way from the y/h/c bombshell rendering me completely speechless.

Jared and y/n share a laugh at my expense. They have gotten to be good friends in these last 6 months. After they calm down from the giggles my shock and surprise envoked she asks her question.

"I was wondering if Jensen did anything interesting or fun for his birthday?" Her face glows with a mischievous sparkle and framed by her gorgeous y/h/c hair.

She's drop dead gorgeous. How the hell was I lucky enough to attract such a beautiful soul.

Heat floods my cheeks as the crowd goes wild. Smiling I look around before the crowd quieted down. My parents are beaming in the front row as they too recognize y/n's voice over the sound system.

We never talked about publicly announcing our relationship. In fact we haven't even labeled what we are to each other or where our relationship stands. There is half a chance I'm about have this either blow up in my face or it will lead to much more.

Here goes nothing.

"Well actually I had one of the most amazing birthdays this year, thanks for asking y/n"

In unison Jared and the fans scream, "what happened!?!"

Nervous laughter bubbles out of my throat as I discreetly glance to see what y/n is doing. To my shock she's waiting for my answer along with everyone else.

"You see what you did woman?" She doubles over in laughter. "Get that cute butt up here, they know now."

She makes her way on stage and into my waiting arms. Nestled between my legs I announce to thousands of people what this beauty has become to me.

"I met this wonderful woman out of pure luck on my birthday. For six months she has been showing me juat how incredible a relationship can be." She's staring at me with the most loving look I've ever witnessed. When out of nowhere she speaks into her microphone.

"Trust me ya'll, loving this man is the easiest thing I've done."

Love. She just said she loved me. Adoration makes a home through my body as I stare down at y/n. Love. She loves me.

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Having sex with someone you love is by far a thousand times better than just normal sex. I can never go back now. Emotions are stronger. The passion is indescribable. And the orgasms. Or the fucking orgasms... the are earth shattering.

The moment our autographs were complete I made a bee line for the elevator. My woman was waiting for me. Ever since her declaration of love on stage this afternoon I haven't been able to focus on anything but what she will feel like withering beneath me.

I was not disappointed. I showed up to find her laying in the middle of our bed, cherry red lace bra, panties, and matching garter belt. I approached her as a predator would his prey, she's mine and I was about to show her just how mine she truly was.

Two hours later and I've had her cumming all over my tongue, fingers, and coating my thighs. My cock is angry I'm making him wait to feel her velvet walls. The throbbing is almost unbearable at this point but I can't help it, I love making her cum.

"Jensen, baby I need you." Hearing her beg is music to my ears.

Lazily playing with her sweet, swollen center. Every once in a while dipping lower to play with her tight channel, "do you want me to stretch these soft walls darling?"

"God, yes."

"Need to feel me warm your insides with my thobbing member." She squirts a small amount on my fingers again, "want me to take away your pain and make you feel good?"

She doesn't answer, too fucked out to answer and I haven't even started to fuck her yet. I slid in-between her wet thighs. She's so wet I slip in her with ease.

And God she feels amazing. Soft, warm, and wet... so fucking wet.

Fast and hard. I snap my hips straight into her g spot. Teasing her also teased me. I'm so worked up it's not going to take me long to get us over the edge together.

One, two, three more thrusts and she's clamping down like a vice. Milking me for everything I have to give. I swell inside her before my hot release coats her inner walls.

I collapse on top of her sweat covered body. Breath labored. Head dizzy with lust. Heart full of love, I ease myself out of her well used pussy.

Coming down from my orgams high I can't stop thinking about y/n and the fact that she loves me. I went from giving up on the love scene, and was okay with the fact maybe no one out there was for me, to swimming I moments I never knew I need.

Whether it was a good morning text in the morning, random photos of her day, or a sexy dirty text mid day to tease me. I love them all. All it took was six months and this beautiful, incredible woman has became my best friend.

I love my best friend.

I stare at the sex drunk angel in my arms, proud it's me who can put that look on her face. That I'm the one who pulls all the moans and whimpers from her body.

Whimpering in her hair, "I love you too sweetheart. " I think she's sleeping before I begin to think out loud, "god, I'm going to marry you one day."

She stirs, eyes closed but her face is angled towards mine, she slowly flutters her lashes before saying, "good, but I think maybe we should move in together first." Her voice is barely above a whisper, "it's why I came. To annouce to the world how you make me feel. To tell you I'm all in. No more casual bullshit. Jensen Ross Ackles, you're all fucking mine."

With the statement hanging heavy between us, she makes her way down my body a kiss and nibble at a time. When she reaches my semi hard dick, without hesitation my angel turns into a sex demon and swallows me whole. My hips jerk, I'm a moaning mess at the feelings her lips and tongue are making my sensitive cock feel.

She's not wrong. I'm all fucking hers. And there's no where else I'd rather be.

[fandomssaremysoul]

I have decided to make a MHA, Izuku Midoriya centric, fanfiction 101 recommendations, list.

I am but a basic bitch of nerds, but I have opinions and I WILL share them bc I'm incapable of shutting the fuck up.

Anyway this is a list of fic I think any person who reads fanfiction, is a BNHA fan and likes Izuku Midoriya, should read.

(is it actually an excuse to find ppl who like the same shit i do? Maybe.)

So, this list will contain fics that are completed ONLY.

There are a lot of MHA staples that aren't finished yet, and they will get a post of their own.

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Alright disclaimers, PSA, whatever, ALWAYS and I fuckin mean ALWAYS, read the tags and trigger warnings bc I won't lie, some might get a bit dark.

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1. Complicated Creation - Elemental

Easily one of the best fics I've ever read. Great world building based on the Ghibli movie Spirited away. We love to see it. The writing and plot are both breath-taking.

It has quirkless Izuku, spirits, dragons, healing and a sprinkle of a classic trope in the MHA fandom, Dadzawa.

2. Hero Class Civil Warfare - RogueDruid

If you have been in the fandom space for at least a couple of months and have been reading fics, you have, 100% heard of RogueDruid. He has, hands down, some of the most captivating work in the whole of the internet. One of the classics, is HCCW. It has inspired a lot of other fics, which had gone the class War route (hmu if u want reccs). Incredibly well done, the EFFORT that went into this had to be astounding. There isn't a single miss.

Without spoiling too much, the class 1 A and 1 B, have a final exam. The exam in this world, is a war between villain and heros. Izuku is put into the position of the leader of the villains, the Kingpin while his rival, the Paragon, is none other than Katsuki Bakugou. We get a mastermind Izuku, characters from 1 B, that I personally never cared much for, before reading this fic and more.

3. Mastermind: Strategist for Hire by Clouds

Staying in the villain Izuku waters, I present Mastermind. A part of a series called For the want of a nail, that follows different universes in which Izuku stays quirkless. Mastermind is a personal favourite. It's the second installment of the series and has an ongoing sequel. (The series includes Viridian: the green guide, Deku? I think he's some pro, Chet Code: support strategist and two more, which aren't completed yet).

Here, Izuku stays quirkless as he loses any hope left for the hero society. He, unfortunately for the world, is stupidly smart and easily gained a fearsome reputation, for being the best strategist for hire for villains. After realizing the world sucks and he, in fact, doesn't, Izuku becomes a villain the likes héroes have never seen before.

4. The Mystery of Student No.18 by cloud_nine_and_three_quarters

Another author, that has me by the scruff of my goddamm neck. Went for my throat every fuckin time. I will name the other fics later but lemme tell you about this one.

It's the second fic in the list, that has Izuku with OFA. This time though, Izuku stayed true to his self-sacrificing roots and got himself into a coma. While in his lovely sleeping beauty-esk state, OFA keeps giving him energy and thus an once of a lifetime opportunity to become a ghost. Yes you heard that right. He becomes a ghost and lightly haunts his class. The fic is golden, funny and just a little bit sad.

The other three fics, just as good as this one are Canary, Why are we here again? and Displacement.

5. Yesterday upon the stair by PitvViperOfDoom

Keeping with the ghost theme, we have the one and only YUTS. Again, world building is of the charts great. A great quirk and awesome themes with unexpected turns and plots. The gist is, Izuku can see ghosts. This story is one of the rare ones where Nana Shimura (my beloved) plays a bigger role than usual. Definitely chdck out the additional parts of the series though at that point it goes slightly into more crack waters but it's still incredible.

6. [Content] by Teobot

Taking a sharp turn into morally grey vigilante route, we get this great first part of an incredible ongoing series. There are two parts done and the wait is always worth it.

7. Assignment: Personality Swap by BelleAmant

First I wanted to recc their vigilante Izuku fic (Vigil, Ante and their vigilante antics) but I must admit, while a classic, it hasn't been as impactful to the fandom as Personality Swap has been. Both with its incredible humor, bit of angst and quirk fuckery the whole series has been nothing but hits.

8. Another form of power by Jade_Tatsu

Veering directly back into villain Izuku, this one was a breath of fresh air. I once got tired of villain Izuku that was either forced to be a villain or was just a vigilante but darker, so I went on a search and found this. The series All for power, is a 4 part ENTIRELY COMPLETED series, about politician villain Izuku. The first part is told mostly through the eyes of Kurogiri and I swear, it's my favorite of the all.

9. How Seven (7) Dead Heroes Stopped Being Bored by ScottishSunshine

Crack inspired, but more All for one focused that Izuku, but still most things happen because of the Midoriya family so it counts. It's good and fun and an interesting read especially of you're fond of Dad for one.

10. Prodigal by writerllofllworlds

And for the end, let's get our hearts crushed just a little.

An angst filled suspected traitor AU. In my humble opinion, very few have ever truly succeeded in writing a traitor AU, nearly as good as this one. I like it in most part because Izuku goes through hell and back, and I just am like that. It's epic.

Was this list an exuse to talk about fics I like? Yes. But do i feel like everyone who like BNHA should read these?

Abso - fuckin-lutley

I consider it a crime if you don't. Also pls do add your own opinions and if you want more reccs, ask in the comments or dm me or whatever floats your boat Besties.

Kiki the nerd, signing off

[cyberhades]

Movie Night ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eddie decided to watch a horror movie together, but many things can happen under the sheets.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation, cute sex.

A/N: thanks to my amazing bestie @eddiemunsons-girl for helping me to develop that plot, i love youuuuu <3

ANOTHER FRIDAY 13 ARRIVES and with that the atmosphere was propitious for a good horror movie, a great classic that caused chills in everyone. One of the best movies ever made was on the shelves of the video store that disappeared at the speed of light, everyone was apparently wanting to watch this memorable date.

Nothing better than watching this masterpiece with your best friend, Eddie Munson! You two were always horror movie fanatics, the difference is that he wasn't as scared as you, so he was in charge of hugging you and calming you down by telling jokes.

He was a good friend, he had nothing to complain about. On the one hand, you had fun getting scared and he had fun watching you getting scared. In the end, you both had fun.

Now during the night the metalhead arrived at your house, you would be alone all night. Your mother was a nurse and would be responsible for the night shift at the hospital. Eddie had brought a lot of the things you liked to eat, all the goodies he knew the ones you loved like the back of his hand.

He was a respectful best friend.

— Are you ready to not sleep well tonight, Miss Y/N? — he gave an idiotic laugh.

— Fuck you, Munson — you laughed back, giving him the middle finger.

Blankets, chocolate, popcorn, cookies, gummy bears, soda, and comfy pillows made that couch a thousand times better than a movie theater. Not just for the atmosphere, but for Eddie as well. He always knew how to make the place where he was, he never went unnoticed and he was always making his presence felt.

The film's suspense and dramatic atmosphere along with the chilling soundtrack made every hair on your body tingle with tension, you were always ready to see Jason Voorhees making yet another victim in Crystal Lake. There were always dumb victims too who went straight to their deaths, and at that time you and Eddie complained and cursed the characters like crazy.

And everything was great, until there was a time when a sex scene came. It wasn't weird to watch a sex scene in a movie, but to watch a sex scene in a movie with anyone on your side it's weird as fuck. You had your head resting on Eddie's chest as you watched and you noticed that his heart rate increased.

Being so close to his body, it was impossible not to notice that he had a huge erection in his pants. He got restless, and you were getting horny too.

— P-Princess... I need to go to the bathroom... — his voice was even heavier, as if he was starting to get breathless and nervous.

— If you go, I go too.

— Are you afraid Jason will kill you? — he joked.

— In fact I know what you're going to do in the bathroom... — you said shyly as you lowered your head, you couldn't look at him anymore without feeling embarrassed. — And I think I need to do the same thing...

You didn't think much before speaking because you knew your brain would stop you, so you just spoke without delay and shut up right away. The two of you didn't speak for nearly fifteen seconds, but the silence seemed to scream.

Soon, the TV was turned off by Eddie who had taken the remote beside him. Then he grabbed your waist and brought you to his lap.

You let out a little cry of surprise when you felt your pussy right above his erection. In return he smiled, an attentive and malicious smile at the same time.

— What are you doing? — your voice cracked a little as you were still trying to take back the air that was missing from your lungs from nervousness.

— Helping you with this little problem we both have — he whispered, overcome with desire.

You immediately kissed him. You've wanted to do this for a long time actually and that was an excellent excuse, a great opportunity that life gave you.

Eddie kissed you back immediately, taking one hand to your hair, tugging lightly while the other squeezed your waist with desire. The way he kissed you was voracious and there he was making it very clear that it was ambiguous that the two of you wanted to feel each other's lips for a long time.

Your hands were on his neck, running the tips of your nails subtly along the back of his neck, making him shiver and making him moan against your mouth. Obviously he wasn't going to let it go unpunished and he gripped your waist more tightly as he pressed down, making your soaking pussy rub against his hard cock.

You moaned against his mouth to feel his erection. He was nothing small apparently and you already found yourself throbbing and craving for more and more. So much so that it hurt.

His hands slid down your back until they reached your ass which was covered by the dress you wore. He slid the fabric through his fingers, lifting until your ass was uncovered. His nimble fingers found the hem of your panties, curling and tugging at the elastic with a small snap as it found your skin.

— Fuck! — you cried out as you felt the snap against your soft flesh.

He bit his bottom lip intoxicated with lust. Feeling your body pressed against his was better than he'd ever imagined.

Then he laid you down on the couch positioning himself between your legs, and making you squeeze him with your thighs, bringing him closer. Nimble fingers found the fabric of your dress, pulling it out of your body through your arms.

When he saw your breasts he went crazy and was practically salivating. His kisses went down to your neck, and he licked and sucked leaving light hickeys.

On the other hand, his hands that were on your waist dispersed. One went up to your thigh and the other was busy making it way to your sodden panties. When you felt Eddie's fingers inside your panties you moaned slyly.

Everything there was in a good mix. His kisses and hickeys on your neck mixed with his grip on your thigh and his fingers on your swollen clit had you stunned. First he started to masturbate you, making circular motions on your delicate point of pleasure.

— Oh my good... — you whimpered.

Your legs were already starting to shake slightly. You felt that he was being precise in what he was doing, his fingers were driving you to delirium.

The moans of the two of you were taking over that atmosphere. His moans against your skin were fierce and your moans were shy and sly. You couldn't explain why, but being completely naked beneath him while he was fully clothed felt strangely good.

His fingers, which were now on your clit, slipped inside, penetrating without warning. Making you scream once more with lust and desire as you feel him inside you, going back and forth with two fingers.

He was skilled. Even more skilled than you imagined and he was being amazing, much better than in your dreams.

— E-Eddie... I'm gonna cum... — you cried out in pleasure while you pushed your hips towards his fingers for more friction.

— Cum on my fingers, princess — he said in a fierce tone as he sucked your breasts voraciously.

And it didn't take long for you to feel yourself melting in his fingers, as you held him tight. At the same moment he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking in a fierce way that even growled slightly.

He got up and started to take off his clothes. By God, Eddie really was perfect. You didn't know whether to pay more attention to his smooth skin or in the trail of hair that ran down his belly button to his pubs.

He returned to the couch and slid his fingers down your waist until they found the hem of your panties and pulled it down your legs. You could not help but notice that he had a condom tucked into the denim jacket he'd taken off so he could use it.

You looked forward to what would come next. And seeing him "getting dressed" only turned you on more.

— How do you want?

You immediately spread your legs, giving him a privileged view of your pussy that was dripping with desire and lust. He practically growled once more.

You made a "come here" sign with your hand, making him come back to the couch and lie on top of you, making the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you push your hips for more contact, and he penetrated a little.

He gripped your thighs eagerly, squeezing the flesh.

— But what a hasty princess you are... — he said through gritted teeth with a mischievous smile on his face as he moved his hips deeper into you.

You felt his cock inside you, making you moan and squeeze his back and bite your bottom lip. He groaned in return.

— Damn... so tight... — he said against your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

Eddie's movements started to take on a good pace that made you moan like crazy and feel extremely satisfied and happy at the same time. You've wanted this for a long time.

— Y-You're so big... holy shit! — you cursed feeling it coming and going inside you.

Your pussy was already more sensitive from the masturbation he had given you with those skilled fingers from years of playing guitar. It was impossible to take his cock not only because of his size, but also because of your sensitivity.

Eddie's moans had you delirious, along with the sound of your hips colliding. The way he squinted his eyes tightly and threw his head back left you wanting more and more.

This was better than any dream.

It didn't take long and you were feeling a knot form in your belly, soon it would burst. His cock hit your sensitive spot over and over again in a delicious, perfect pace. He was in pure delight at the way you moaned and squirmed beneath him.

— I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again! — you screamed desperately, feeling your walls squeeze him.

— Come on my cock, princess — he said, bringing a hand to your clit, masturbating that swollen, sensitive spot of pleasure.

You practically sighed to contain the urge to scream that you were feeling and so you continued at that pace until you had one more orgasm.

— Thank you so much... oh fuck! — you moaned, feeling your legs shake and your back arch.

— I'm going to come, I'm going to come... thanks to that tight pussy... oh princess... holy fuck!

He said in a husky voice as he filled the latex of the condom with his hot cum. The way he pushed his head back made you want to cross your legs.

Now you were lying on the couch, covered by the blanket. He'd discarded the condom in the trash, it was worth every second of all that madness. You were lying on his chest while he stroked your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

— This was the best Friday 13 of my life! — you said with a silly smile on your lips.

— Mine too. Thank you, princess — he left a gentle kiss on your lips.

— But... what are we to each other now?

— More than friends I'm sure — he smiled cutely with slightly flushed cheeks.

[...]

[explosionkatsu]

Forgotten Muse

Singer!Drummer!Bakugo x F!CollegeStud!Reader

I was filled with a thrill when I witnessed him launch their first piece.

They were all happy, celebrating in their small garage.

He may not show it, but I can see the delight in his eyes when the music hit the trend bringing it to the top 5 most played.

I’ve witnessed everything. How their band became popular, how they write their music saying that it was mostly his work. I remember his saying the support I give him inspires him to create more and how their fans grew. Opportunities are everywhere. Some are even offering them on a world tour.

Everything was going great.

Until I was forgotten.

..

It was the peak of their band. Katsuki always brings me with him on his world tour which you can say I’m really happy about. But this time, I wasn't able to come with him. Why? Because I was a college student taking the track of Nursing. Maybe someday I’ll become a doctor.

Nevermind that.

I was a college student and there are a lot of opportunities knocking on Kastuki’s door. Of course, he’ll snatch it knowing his ambition was to be a well-known celebrity around the world. He wanted to receive awards, praise, and recognition. So he didn't hesitate to accept them.

For his 5th world tour, he told me to come with him because I am his muse. I am the one who he’ll be staring through the crowd.

But I declined.

“What? Why?” Katsuki raised his eyebrow at her as he looked at her ridiculously. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.” You look back at him seriously. “I have an exam for my license, that's why I couldn't go.”

“Just take it some other day. You will come with me.” Katsuki insisted and shift his eyes toward the tv.

“Katsuki. You can only take the exam once a year. I can't miss it.” You said convincing him. “Maybe it's fine if I couldn't come with you just this once. I have to work on my ambition as well.”

“Maybe it's fine if you won't come with me at all.”

His statement made you widen your eyes.

“Fuck your ambition. What about mine-

“Don’t you dare say that.” You said tearing up. “I did nothing but support you as you attain your ambition. You are being selfish!”

“Who said I needed your support?”

What.

“I can do it without you! You're just getting in my way.” Katsuki suddenly stood up as he aggressively grabs his car keys and slam the door shut behind him.

You couldn't believe what you heard. Does the fame make him like that? Does this mean you two are over?

My thoughts was running wild.

Katsuki never returned to our shared apartment. I didn't even know he left for his tour until Kirishima told me.

It breaks me that he can just ignore me like that. All the things he said were still lingering inside my head making me lose focus on studying. But I did what I have to do.

The day of the exam came. This is the day of his band will play. But I couldn't let that bother me.

..

5 hours went by and I finished my exam. I answered everything as much as I can and I know I’ll make it. Everything I studied was on the exam so I was confident I’ll pass.

I went home and finally rest my back on the soft sofa Katsuki and I bought when I suddenly remember the world tour will last for almost 9 hours since they were not the only ones will be performing. So immediately, I turned the tv on and switched to every channel where there was a live telecast of the said world tour.

Finding the right channel made me smile, but what it shows made my heart ache.

There was Katsuki, kissing another woman in his arms.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

My eyes started watering as I held my chest tightly. Every throb gives me pain.

It hurts.

I was sobbing. The emptiness of our house wasn't helping me at all. Everything in here screams Katsuki Bakugo.

What did I do to deserve this?

I’ve been nothing but a perfect girlfriend.

When I heard on the tv that their band ended I took my phone out of my bag. With shaking hands, I dialed Kirishima’s number. It rang in a bit until Kirishima can finally answer.

“Hey Y/n..” he sounds sad.

“K-kirishima. What's-

“Y/n. I’ll be honest with you.”

His words made my heart stop beating. Anxiousness was eating me.

“Bakugo, he..” He paused for a moment as if hesitating to say it. “He's not with us. He's with a random girl he saw from the crowd and invited her to his hotel.”

Every breath I take hurts.

“W-we tried stopping him. Believe me! We don't want to tolerate his behavior. But he was just yelling at us not to tell you.”

I was sobbing loudly. This isn't enough. Crying isn't enough to ease the pain.

Kirishima held the call for a moment. I can hear him comforting me, saying it’ll be alright.

No.

It won't be.

Not anymore.

I couldn't bring myself to say this.

It was then I heard a loud bang from the call. I can hear Kirishima, Denki, and even Sero shouting in what seems like Katsuki’s room. Then I heard another loud sound followed by Kastuki’s voice.

“Didn’t I say not to fucking kno-

“Y/n is on the phone,” Denki spoke up.

Everything was quiet for a few minutes until I heard Katsuki speak up.

“You told her..” Katsuki said. Terror filled his voice.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima spoke up. “We’re friends, heck even best buddies since high school. I would go through with anything you do as long as you're not hurting anybody. But this? I’m sorry bro. Y/n doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve you.”

Suddenly, I heard a loud smack followed by coughing.

“Bakugo!” I heard Sero.

“We’re just telling you what you're doing is not right!” Sero said.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking-

“Okay! Do whatever you want. We don't care. Let's go Kirishima, Sero.” I heard Denki and suddenly the call ended.

..

Days have passed after the incident. Kirishima messaged me they were going back which scares me.

Why am I scared anyway?

But before I knew it, I heard a jiggle of keys from our front door.

He’s here.

I was in the kitchen preparing my mealwhen he came in. I saw his eyes widen seeing me.

“Y/n..” I heard him whisper.

I averted my eyes away from him to the meal I was cooking. I couldn't look at him in his eyes. It reminds me of what he did.

I saw him take a stride closer to me but I kept my back on him.

Suddenly, he slid his arms around my waist embracing me.

I did nothing though..

[freedomfireflies]

okay hear me out... lots of angst 👀 maybe even some angry harry or harry that freaks out cause he doesn't want you to see that side of him and doesn't want to hurt you... you know, the typical "use me" stuff 🤪

I don't know how much angst is too much angst, but I hope this does the trick 😭

“No.”

Your entire world has whittled down to this one moment. This one decision. This one plea.

“Harry—”

“No.” Resolute. He leaves no room for discussion or persuasion, his fingers curled into his palm, his eyes tightly shut.

He won’t even look at you. Won’t look at you, won’t touch you…it’s all you can do not to scream.

This isn’t unusual for Harry when he’s in this state. When he’s this bound to the demon in his chest. The one that feeds off anger and resentment.

He had started the day as the Harry you’re used to. Happy, pleasant, although still a nuisance.

He returned home as Scary Harry. The one who stews in silence as the wrath bubbles inside his stomach until it can overflow like lava from a volcano.

He never lets you see him like this. Never lets you under the hood of his subconscious and allow you to investigate its workings.

Today, however, you refused to let him go without at least trying to find common ground.

After all, you’re partners. On the good days and the bad days.

When you first suggested he try and fuck his anger out, he had brushed past you without even a blink of acknowledgment.

You knew he’d hate the idea, but you weren’t ready to let it go quite yet.

And now, twenty minutes later, you’re still tugging at his shirt as you plead with him, desperate to help in any way you can. To erase the look of anguish from his face if only for a moment.

And when you finally play your ace and call him by the nickname that can flip his mood on a dime…he caves.

Albeit bitterly.

You can’t resist the smile that pulls at your lips as you jump from his lap and take his hand.

You lead him to the couch. A safe option. A fast option. Anticipating he might change his mind if you don’t get the show on the road within seconds of his reluctant agreement.

You take great care of the large, surly man practically forcing you to drag him toward the sofa cushions.

You run your hands up his arms, drinking in the tensed muscles as you attempt to smooth them away. You kiss along his neck, finding his pulse point, leaving your name in lilac scars for him to find tomorrow. A reminder of how much you care for him. How much he means to you.

You can physically feel the anger bleeding from his heart into his mind, into his body, into the way he refuses to touch you.

You don’t take it personally, of course, having already anticipated his hesitancy. He’s afraid he’ll break you in the state he’s in.

You’re determined to prove otherwise.

You manage to slip your fingers under his shirt, tugging it up the length of his torso before swiftly pulling it over his head. 

He grunts, but you don’t miss the way his breath hitches with eagerness. The same way it always does when you drink him in.

Your touch is like a hallucinogenic to him. Each delicate, eager graze of your skin against his. Each soft brush of your hips. Each gentle taste of you on his tongue.

If anything can pull him back from the edge of insanity…it’s you.

So, you do your best to focus every divine, sensual power you have on bringing your Harry back to you. 

Once his shirt is off, you move to his jeans, gliding the zipper down until you can tug the material down his legs and throw them onto the floor behind him.

Next, it’s your turn.

You allow a moment to let him take control the way he’s so apt at doing. Affording him the opportunity to decide where the night is going to go. To do what your Harry always does and just…take.

When the hardened look in his eye proves he still isn’t fully committed to ruining you the way you’re hoping, you decide to erase any and all pressure.

Your fingers weave through his, pulling his hands from their place by his side and toward your hips.

You slip them beneath your shirt, tugging them up to your chest until he can feel the way your body awakens with just a look alone.

The second the rough pads of his fingers feel the peak of your nipple, warm yet still soft beneath his touch, the fury intensifies. 

Which hadn’t really been your goal, but the dark wash of lust that passes over his expression is enough to make you suck in a sharp gasp.

And your erotic pants for breath are what he feeds off of.

Despite your better judgment (seeing as your cunt is now making all your decisions for you), you decide to push him even further.

And you do that by pushing your aching tits into his large, supple hands.

They grasp onto the needy flesh as he groans, shifting onto his knees until he can fully devote his attention to the pleasure he’s compelling from you.

You melt into the sofa cushions, ready to let him do whatever it is he sees fit to your body as long as you have a front-row seat to the angst.

The hard, pensive expression woven into his features. The rough pull of your flesh by his hand. The way you can see his intentions as if they’re being broadcast on his forehead.

He’s going to split you in fucking half.

The events of the day, of the week really, had toppled like dominos until he was forced into this state of denial and wrath and indignation.

Normally, his only remedy is taking an ax to the old wooden raft that rests in your backyard.

He’ll be out there for hours, hacking away until his fingers are bleeding, and the rage is gone.

And if that doesn’t do the trick…he drinks.

You figure this is a much more constructive alternative.

As he tugs your hips down, forcing his hand beneath your sweats, you feel nothing but relief.

Not from his touch, per se, but from the knowledge of knowing your plan is working. You can see the stress beginning to melt from his mind the second his fingers dip inside your aching cunt.

You arch, hands pulling at the fabric of the sofa as you brace yourself. He starts with two, which isn’t typically his style, seeing as he prides himself on his caring nature.

His words, not yours.

You aren’t exactly upset by the aggressive switch in technique, seeing as the rather full feeling it creates proves to be quite effective in yanking your pleasure to the surface.

“Think you’re so fucking clever, hm?” he taunts, other hand slipping up to your throat as he forces your head higher, eyes on his. “Make me use you?”

“Shit—”

“Make me need you?” His tone is venomous, so far removed from the loving sound you’ve come to adore that you aren’t sure whether to be stunned or aroused. “Know I fucking need you, don’t you? Know I need this tight, little cunt. To fucking have. To fucking taste—”

You know he isn’t really speaking to you. But rather to himself. To the rage.

“Shit. To fucking ruin—” He stops, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. “I could fucking ruin you, darling. Could fucking ruin you and never think twice about it. Could have you crying for me.”

You know he’s right. Know he could make you do anything he wanted if he set out to do so.

“And you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?” he seethes, eyes trained on the thrust of his fingers—now three—inside you. The sound, the stretch, the way they disappear inside you as you clench around him. “Fucking beg me to hurt you. Beg me to ruin this cunt like it’s mine—s’fucking mine, isn’t it?”

Your eyes roll back into your head, chest heaving so hard you aren’t sure if you’re actually breathing. “Har—”

“Fucking tell me, darling,” he demands of you again. “Tell me you wanted me to fuck you until it hurts. Tell me how you wanna feel my cock so deep inside you, so fucking hard that you understand. That you understand. Just like you fucking want to.”

Stars appear like angels around your eyes, the lack of oxygen doing wonderful things to your body as you roll your hips to meet the thrust of his hand.

He makes a noise that resembles that of an animalistic growl, removing his touch from your cunt as you gasp for the reason why. Feeling empty. Feeling betrayed.

Soon, his reasoning makes sense, and you’re afforded about two and half seconds between him fisting his cock and him burying it inside you. 

He doesn’t offer a moment of relief. Doesn’t offer a second to catch your breath or even a kiss, which is a signature touch of his.

Kissing you as he first slides in. He’s convinced it somehow lessens the sting, or even makes the moment more tender, although all it really does is just…make you love him a little harder than you had before.

The first thrust is sharper than you had anticipated. Full of pent-up anguish and years worth of regret. None of it belonging to you, of course, but you’re happy to take it from him.

No matter how angry he gets, no matter how dangerous…he’s still your Harry. Nothing will ever change that.

And you’ll wear the mascara stains along your cheeks like a badge of honor if it proves to him that you’re his anchor, not his enemy.

He tosses your leg around his hip like it’s nothing, driving deeper inside you, buried to the hilt until you’re tugging your lip between your teeth to mask the whimper.

“S’this what you wanted?” he grunts between attacks. “This what you fucking wanted, darling? To feel me fucking ruin you the way you ruin me? To feel me so fucking deep inside you that you never forget who you belong to?”

Your fingers make a home in his hair, face burying into his neck as you reel, lips absorbing the salty skin at your disposal. 

 You feel the ache forming between your thighs, along your hip, down your neck. It’s beautiful and thrilling, and so fucking divine that you can’t stop the whine of desire that echoes throughout the living room.

You’re so caught up in the heat, in the feel, in the torture of his hard, determined thrusts that you don’t pay the consequences any mind.

“Yeah? Fucking claim you, darling, fucking take you,” he hisses in between his own groans of pleasure. “Fucking take you like—”

Just like that…everything stops. His words, his movement, his taking.

Your eyes shoot open. They find his, magnetized to something on your body. Something on your neck.

You feel his heart shatter.

Physically feel the pieces of his humanity crumble as his lashes flutter, the realization dawning on him in such a devastating way that you feel your breath catch in your throat.

“Har—”

His free hand reaches for your skin, fingers hovering above your throat as his gaze flickers along whatever it is that has him so fascinated. “Did…” A pause. “No, I didn’t mean…” Another pause. “Baby, I’m—”

Suddenly, he moves back, expression falling into one of regret and shame and loathing. 

Confused, you bring your hand to your neck to feel for whatever it might be that could turn a noble man into a cowering young boy like the one before you.

Yet there’s nothing except the slight ache from the pressure that you know will subside before morning.

Your hand lowers. “Harry, what—”

“It’s red,” he hisses, hateful gaze finding yours and that's when you begin to understand. “It’s fucking—it looks fucking…I didn’t mean—” He stops, moving onto his knees as his head begins to shake. “I fucking knew this was a bad idea, I never should have…I never—”

“Harry, relax.” You hoist yourself up onto your elbows, head tilting gently to the side as you attempt to calm him. “You’ve left my skin red plenty of times before, this is hardly—”

“But not like this.” His tone is seeping vile disdain. “Not when I’m fucking…I fucking hurt you—”

“Whoa,” you interrupt, head shaking quickly in bewilderment. “Hold on, I never said—”

“I can fucking see it,” he snaps, thrusting his chin towards the mark. “S’what I fucking did—”

“Because I asked you to—”

“But I fucking knew better.”

There it is. The real truth he’s trying to escape, except his version of reality is outrageously twisted from what you know to be true.

You move to sit up higher, reaching your hands to take hold of his face, but not missing the way he cowers away from you.

You don’t let that deter you, instead grasping his cheeks between your fingers until you can peel his eyes away from the mark on your neck and onto your own. 

“Listen to me,” you implore, lowering your voice to a more authoritative tenor. “I asked you to do this with me. I wanted this. All of this. Each and every second of it. Because I know what you’d do to hurt me, and this wasn’t it.”

A scoff. “You don’t fucking—”

“Did I say I was done?” Your eyebrow cocks upwards, waiting for his obedience as his teeth scrape together and he forces his mouth shut. “I know you, Harry. I know what your anger looks like better than you do. I know what your love looks like better than you do.”

You give him a moment to truly see. To understand.

“What, you think a little dirty talk and choking is gonna hurt me?” you proceed. “Gonna scare me away from you? Gonna ruin what we have?”

He forces his glare from your face and toward the sofa.

“Well, surprise, but I happen to like being choked,” you remind him quickly, and rather smugly. “And spanked. And toyed with. And ruined.”

You dip your head closer, letting your lips brush until you’re sure he’s only focused on you.

Then, you whisper, “So, give me your worst, baby boy. And I’ll show you exactly what I can handle.”

You watch as his brain struggles to understand. Struggles to accept. Struggles to see the truth for what it is.

That he’s not a monster and you’re not a baby deer.

To further accentuate your point, you slip your hand down your stomach and toward your clit, aching for a touch.

His eyes narrow in on the flick of your fingers. The way you slide them down until you can dip them inside. Feel yourself out. Bring them back up to begin again.

“So…” you pant eagerly. “You gonna sit there and watch me? Or are you gonna make good on your word to ruin me?”

You can tell he’s torn between doing exactly that or feeding into his doubt. 

It’s not until you whimper at the touch of your own hand that his decision is made for him.

He slots himself back between your thighs, cock grinding down against your cunt as you whine, his hands burrowing themselves in the soft skin of your hips.

Then…he kisses you.

Kisses you as he slides in, reminding you that no matter how fucking dangerous he likes to think he is…

He’s still, and always will be, your Harry.

“Guess there is an upside,” he murmurs after a moment, nudging your jaw with his nose.

“Yeah? And what's that?”

A smirk. A rather devious one at that.

“You look fucking amazing in red.”

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[goshen-applecrumbledore]

Happy WW! Question for this lovely Americana week: If you HAD to take the boys outside of America either on a quick job or to live for awhile, where would you make them go and why? I hate that we had that quick phone call with Bobby where Sam and Dean went abroad (Scotland, I think?) and we saw NONE of it! As much as I love my red-blooded American boys, I think we've been deprived of a great plot point!

hello!! what a great question thank you!!

the short answer: I'm Canadian and would love to see some Canada action, but the only canada-related plots in TV are hamfisted and cringe, so I can't imagine what spn would actually do with that that would be good

the long answer is a snippet from a fic I'll never publish that I KNOW I've posted on tumblr before but I can't figure out where, so I'm posting it again:

"You hung over?" Dean asked. Sam shrugged.

"Nah. Took some Advil."

"Good, good." Dean let a smile spread slowly over his face. "You, uh, really had a few."

"No more than you."

"You went on your little rant again."

Sam went still and looked over. Dean's smile was cranked up to a thousand watts.

"Which rant?" Sam asked carefully.

“You know which rant. Every time I get more than four drinks in you, you find a way to bring up moving to another country and telling people that we have the same last name because we’re married.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean saw his back get tight. He was embarrassed.

“Excuse me for finding creative solutions to the ongoing problem of dating my brother.”

"Have you considered not dating your brother?"

"Shut up, Dean."

Dean put his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands and made faces at him.

"This time it was Portugal. You said we could live in a seaside shack in Portugal. You were worried they weren't progressive enough, though. Then I said, if we want progressive, we're stuck with either California or Canada or maybe Oregon on a good day, and you said that wasn't far enough away, except maybe Canada."

"Would you please—"

"You know a surprising amount of Canadian lore, turns out. Have you been doing research? House hunting? I'm not moving to Canada, we'd never get guns again."

"Canada's too close," Sam grumbled. "Go away."

"Canada's big. And rural. Bet we can find a place backwards enough for our, uh, alternative lifestyle. But—"

"Alright, that's—"

"—I'd be willing to bet that any fucked-up commune that's down with the incest part would be extremely not down with the gay part—"

"Dean."

"—So maybe we'd just better keep being weird, violent hermits in Kansas for now."

"Are you done?" Sam asked, sounding physically pained. 

"Are those pancakes done?"

"If it'll shut you up, they are."

"Deal."

Sam took the plate of warmed pancakes out of the oven and all but threw it down in front of Dean, leaving him to get his own utensils and syrup.

Sam had been very excited about Portugal. Dean thought it was grossly sweet, but he wasn't about to miss an opportunity to rib Sam by doing something as stupid as agreeing with him out loud. He knew it would never happen, but thinking about it made his heart turn over; two matching silver rings tapping on the railing of a balcony, sun-bleached stucco and curtains fluttering in the hot wind. Drinking vinegary pilsners and driving along a winding coastline, two old American guys with omnipresent sunburns and no past. Sam with his hair in a ponytail, reading a book under a beach umbrella.

Dean blinked and shook his head as if clearing sun spots from his vision. Maybe Sam thought about that life while he was drunk, but Dean thought about it sober. He really, really tried not to dwell on that delta. It made everything less funny.

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐍.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ don't be merciful, don't come back like snow white and the huntsman. ”

“ i've never been to a funeral, i wouldn't have come to this one if i'd known there'd be a dead person. ”

“ i know how emotional occasions like this can be. ”

“ i think we'll manage. ”

“ as soon as he clicks his fingers, you come running. ”

“ is this actually your car? ”

“ i don't make the rules. ”

“ what do you remember? ”

“ i really thought she was my soulmate. ”

“ he might've tied her up and now he's using us as bait. ”

“ we're hansel and fucking gretel. ”

“ i told you not to come in here. ”

“ i've been lied to all my life. ”

“ a jellyfish has no heart and no brain, yet it lives. what could be scarier than that? ”

“ i told you, you can't smoke it straight from the plants! ”

“ women seem to keep drifting away from me. ”

“ you look very cold. ”

“ driving slow in this kind of car is more suspicious. ”

“ who is sitting next to me right now? who, fucking... pablo escobar? ”

“ if you're going to do something ridiculous, i don't want to miss it. ”

“ you saw the blood on the laptop, right? ”

“ why do i have to wait in the car? ”

“ two types of people wear sunglasses in the dark, blind musicians, and cunts. ”

“ not who you were expecting? ”

“ if that sequence of events does not transpire exactly as described, i will murder you, slowly. ”

“ this is your fault. ”

“ if we stay here, we're fucked. ”

“ i can't leave him there, looks like... i killed him. ”

“ don't be sorry, just be helpful. ”

“ why did they do that? why did they shoot him? ”

“ i don't let personal matters get in the way of business. ”

“ did i say to stop? ”

“ can you just... can you stop disappointing me? ”

“ don't shoot anyone until i tell you to. ”

“ i just like it. what's that called? when you can't stop picturing bullets ripping through human flesh. ”

“ i don't wanna kill anyone. ”

“ none of that's secret, it's private. ”

“ what tracker? there's no tracker, this isn't james bond! ”

“ i'm keeping us alive. ”

“ you are the reason that we are running for our lives right now! ”

“ excuse me for taking an opportunity when i saw one. ”

“ no one's ever given me shit. ”

“ we're supposed to be keeping a low profile! ”

“ i used to have a terrible appetite for destruction on me. ”

“ do you think we're safe? ”

“ a great artist knows when to stop. ”

“ i should have known it was you. ”

“ you love a grand entrance. ”

“ your body count shouldn't define you. ”

“ can we just stop talking about death? ”

“ how is love going to make you strong? ”

“ i just fucking killed someone! ”

“ i hear nothing but empty words from everyone. please, i need you to say something real. ”

“ people have died. it just needs to stop, doesn't it? ”

“ breaking and entering is a crime, you know. ”

“ i know you're withholding information. ”

“ i bet they're fucking terrified of you. ”

“ there's no one who will help you out there. ”

“ people respect me, they listen to me. ”

“ you're ruthless, i like that. ”

“ what do you do on a day like this? ”

“ i don't think i can handle prison. ”

“ you shot my fucking phone! ”

“ you don't shoot friends! ”

“ you better not have broken my nose. ”

“ will you shut the fuck up! i'm trying to hear a bird. ”

“ i have a code. ”

“ bit of fun, never mind the consequences to yourself or anybody else. ”

“ you're gonna lecture me? you murder people for money! ”

“ i put up barriers between myself and the world, and there is, there's an isolation. ”

“ for the first time in my life, i'm making an actual choice. ”

“ i am not your friend. ”

“ could i come with you? ”

“ that wasn't part of the arrangement. ”

“ you have no idea what i'm capable of. ”

“ you shouldn't mess with friendship. ”

“ everywhere the awe-inspiring landscapes, i like to be the one inspiring awe. ”

“ you can be driven to do extraordinary things, things you didn't even know were inside of you, that no one understands.. ”

“ some of the things i've done... it's like i'm infected. ”

“ you can act tough all you want... ”

“ there's no reason for violence. ”

“ you're just making it worse. ”

“ i'm sorry i disappointed you, but you disappointed me too. ”

“ i'm sick of pretending i'm something i'm not. ”

“ get away from me, get back! ”

“ you tried to fucking kill me! ”

“ you said you wanted us to get to know each other. ”

“ it's me, i'm getting you out of here. ”

“ that's my fucking sore leg! ”

“ because i said to, now do it and shut up. ”

“ people like me don't get to be in that world. ”

“ my body, my do-whatever-the-fuck-i-feel-like. ”

“ friends for life? fucking bollocks. ”

“ you think i would join you? ”

“ do not sit there waiting for him to find you! ”

“ people get hallucinations, there's like treatment for that shit. ”

“ people see death, they all have the same thought. don't be next, be the survivor. ”

“ you don't just get something because you say you want it. ”

“ be someone people want to be around. ”

“ why is there dead bodies everywhere? ”

“ you came back. ”

“ we look out for each other, that's the rule. ”

[m4gp13]

Can we talk about how badly Frank was done dirty??? There are lots of reasons for this but I'm specifically going to look at his whole thing with Leo because that part hits closer to home. When I was reading HOO, I always looked forward to Frank's chapters because I related to him so much more than the other characters entirely because of his experience as the victim of Leo's bullying. When he made a mention that he was just waiting for Leo to make a mention about his short-lived gorilla transformation? That part hit hard.

I kept waiting for a chapter or even a little dialogue exchange where Frank or someone else calls Leo out for his shitty behaviour and makes him think critically about his actions. He tells his jokes to protect himself but doesn't consider the harm they cause to others. And he was especially mean to Frank for no reason. You could argue that he had an internalised rivalry with him because of the weird Hazel love triangle but while we know that Frank likes her (he and Hazel were dating when they met Leo) from what I remember we don't really get much from Leo about his feelings towards Hazel. We know he cares about her but we never really get a sense that he wants to get with her and we certainly don't see him thinking about Hazel the same way he was thinking about Thalia or Khione.

It just feels like he was being shitty to Frank mostly out of pettiness at best and just for the fun of it at worst. He never missed an opportunity to have a dig at him and the worst part is that FRANK KNOWS THIS. After the gorilla incident, he was bracing himself for whatever joke Leo would make about it! But then Frank magically turns buff and it stops being an issue? What the fuck? Frank's Magical Girl transformation into a hot guy is just so, so lazy on Rick's part because A) it makes the only plus-sized person in the main cast a conventionally attractive muscle jock, B) it acts as an easy way to bypass Frank's character development and C) it gives Leo an easy out so he never has to reckon with his gross bullying because Frank turns hot and suddenly Leo's okay with respecting him now? What's that supposed to imply? That Leo only bullied him because he was fat and now that he isn't Leo doesn't find it funny to make fun of him? Or that now he's too scared of his muscles to take the piss?

As someone who's been bullied, particularly for being the chubby kid, I found it so disgusting. I know Leo's a bit of a fan favourite but I just hated him the whole way through HOO because he was just so shitty and never had to change his views. He just shut up one day and it was all fine and dandy.

And it's not like there weren't opportunities to fix this. Leo and Frank's talk in the underwater cave could have been good for this. It's nice that got to bond over their mutual dead mothers, lack of homes and fear of fires but it would have been nice if during that talk Frank confronted Leo about his bullying and made him actually digest what his humorous defence mechanism is doing to the people around him. Telling jokes to protect yourself is fine but not when it actively harms another person. Also, Hazel was dating Frank and was very emotionally invested in Leo. She could see what was going on between them and, to my recollection, never spoke with either of them about it. She and Frank never had a talk about how uncomfortable Frank is with Leo and how much his digs hurt him. She never brought it up to Leo to ask why he treats Frank like that or ask him to talk. It's like she's in her own personal bubble completely separate from them.

Then there's Percy, who, in SoN, we're told has become very good friends with Frank. And then we never see that friendship at all in the next three books. Percy already doesn't like Leo and they have that little confrontation in the gladiator arena when they went to get Nike. It would have been really great if Leo got to express his anger at Percy for leaving Calypso, assuming he's objectively the Good Guy in the situation, but then is confronted by Percy for his treatment of Frank (Percy's supposed friend) and Leo needs to reorient himself in where he stands in relation to Percy and the others. He needs to get off his high horse and recognise the harm he has caused to others, just like Percy, instead of wallowing in his own paradoxical self-pity and superiority complex.

[yuridovewing]

Hmm... unpopular opinion. Or maybe just an opinion

Heathertail was wasted potential. Being the daughter of a leader, her friendship with Lionpaw, her brother is a villian, and shes very compassionate. It feels so strange seeing how her character just drops completely flat after Power of Three even though she has so much going for her.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

HEATHERTAILS TREATMENT IS MY VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will never shut up about how poorly fanon and canon treated her and how some people called her abusive and uncomfortable for hating lionblaze after he beat her and tried to kill her mentor. “oooo what a shrill harpy” i will rob your house

i also dont like how shes just kinda reduced to “breezepelt’s wife”. breezeheather is cute and all, but shes got so much more going on than that. heathertail is someone who feels very strongly and yet will always set that aside to do the right thing. that scene everyone complains about is actually a great example: lionblaze is trespassing on her land and stealing medicine that could go to her clan. this guy beat her and tried to kill her mentor and then repeatedly stated he would try again in a war, over an assumption he could not confirm. she has every right to tell him to fuck himself sideways. but she doesnt, because she understands that this isnt about lionblaze, its about everyone suffering from the epidemic in thunderclan. so while she isnt friendly in the slightest, she still lets him have the herbs. because she doesnt let her own hangups get in the way of justice (btw this is why she shouldve been the one to sneak shadowclan the herbs in avos. i know her being onestars daughter wasnt hard canon but what a missed opportunity to do something there with her brother)

the thing with onestar and darktail being her family was a retcon but its something they couldve done something with and they just. didnt. cause shes breezepelts wife now so she cant have anything more i guess.

lionblaze basically mistreats her and then she falls off when he gets over that and it SUCKS man.

[elliesbiatch]

5. Teasing

Ellie x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+, mdni, fluff, oral, teasing, cursing, pet names, call Ellie ‘mommy’ like once, overstimulation, scissoring, alcohol, fingering etc lmk if I forgot anyway ;)

Notes: slightly proofread, word count 2.9k

Reblogs/ likes/ comments are appreciated x also I wanna write a part 2 to ‘caught’ where the reader/Ellie gets fisted so lmk if that’s a good idea xx

“Don’t wanna go” Ellie groans. We’re laying in bed wearing just our underwear. “Please can we stay here” she groans, rubbing her hand up my abdomen. “Please” she asks looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She wants me so bad. “No- we have to go” I giggle and she rolls her eyes. “Why” she spits as she takes her hand away. “Because we told her we’d go”. Today was Dina’s birthday and she had invited Ellie and I over for dinner to celebrate. “Come on- she won’t miss us” she moans, trailing her long finger down my arm. I wanted her too but I couldn’t tell her or we’d be here all night.

“She would miss us- it’s only us and Jesse going” I say and she brings her lips up to my face. “I’ll be quick- baby please I need you”she begs. “No you won’t” I giggle. “Whatever then- we’ll go to the stupid dinner- but just know you left me unsatisfied” she messes. “Shut up” I giggle. “Make me” she says- hoping I do. I roll my eyes “Let’s go”. We get dressed and walk over to Dina’s house, the whole way Ellie sulks. “Come on, cheer up baby” I coo as we reach the front door. She does a fake smile before knocking. “You’re so needy” I laugh. “I know” she says with a frown.

The door opens and Dina and Jesse greet us. The table is set and Me and Ellie sit facing Jesse and Dina. “Happy birthday- we got you something, it’s only small” I tell Dina and she thanks us. The dinner goes smooth enough, with Ellie giving me a needy glare every once in a while. We were all in conversation when I feel Ellie slide her hand up my thigh. I slightly jump at the sudden feeling. “You okay” Dina laughs. Why does Ellie have to be like this. “Uh yeah sorry just got a pain in my leg” I lie. They go back into conversation and I glare at Ellie. I mouth ‘what the fuck’ over to her as she gently slides her hand up to my crotch. Fucker. I gasp a little as she rubs her hand up and down. “You okay there y/n” Ellie mocks- knowing what she’s doing. “I’m actually great” I snap back. I brush her hand away and continue the conversation.

We spend another hour talking before Dina and Jesse go to the kitchen to get us all some drinks. This was my opportunity. I’m gonna tease Ellie so she gets a taste of her own medicine. Ellie looks over at me and smirks. “You still want me?” I ask seductively. Her eyes go wide and she nods her head frantically “yes I do”. I lift my hand to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear before places a wet kiss on her neck. She grunts and pushes my head into her neck with her hand. “You like that ?” I coo and she lets out a low groan. “You wish my lips were somewhere else princess” I ask. I never call her that- she always calls me that. “Princess?” She giggles. I hum as I suck on her neck. “Okay-yeah I do” she groans.

“Fuck baby can we leave” she asks as my lips get to her collarbone. “Nope not yet” I tease. The kitchen door opens and I quickly sit back up into my seat. Dina sets our drinks on the table and goes over to play some music. I can feel the sexual tension between Ellie and I. She’s frustrated- she’d do anything to have my mouth on her cunt.

“You okay?” Dina asks Ellie. Everyone looks in Ellie’s direction. “I’m fine-just tired” she fake yawns. She wants me so bad she’s acting like she’s sleepy ? “You guys can go if-“ Dina starts before I interrupt. “No we’ll stay” I smirk, feeling Ellie’s glare on me, she is MAD. “Y/n do you mind getting the bottle of wine from the basement?” Dina asks and I nod. “Ellie you wanna help” I ask smirking. She jumps up and follows me down the stairs. “There it is” I mutter seeing it on the top shelf. “Can you lift me up?” I ask Ellie. She says a low ‘yep’ before coming over and Standing behind me- hands on my waist.

She breathes against my neck and I shiver. “Help me” I whisper. She drops her hands lower, just below the hem of my shirt and begins to hoist me up. She grunts a bit as she lifts me higher. “Struggling?” I mock. “Fuck no- I’m just wondering what’s under there” she mutters. I smirk- my plan was working. I had intentionally not wore panties so at some point I could show her. “Just a bit higher” I smirk as my skirt begins to ride up a little. “Fuck y/n- no panties?” She asks in a whiny voice. “Ooooops” I giggle as I grab the bottle and she lets me back down.

She takes the bottle, and places it on the work top before pushing me against the wall. “What the fuck” I shriek. “Shhhhh- be quiet” she growls. We both look up at the ceiling to see if we could hear any foot steps. “You’re a bitch doing this to me” she spits. “Doing what” I ask innocently. “Fucking teasing me” she says as she puts her hand up my skirt and rubs over my bare ass. “You know what happens when you tease me” she mutters before latching her lips to my neck and giving my ass a quick slap. I moan as she sucks harder. “Fuck- Ellie stop you’re gonna leave a mark” I groan pushing her away. “Good” she smirks before I roll my eyes and try walk past her.

“Fuck I need you - I’ve never needed you more” she groans as I turn back. “It’s unfair - you walking around being all sexy and I can’t have you “ she rambles. “It’s not my fault I’m hot” I smirk. I begin to walk over to her and her eyes fill with lust. “You need me huh?” I ask and she bites down on her lip. “You know I do” she mutters. “Pull them down” I gesture to her jeans. She quickly takes them down- smiling hard. “Sit down” I instruct and she doesn’t hesitate to sit on the chair. Her lower half is now bare and I can feel an ache grow for her. Fuck- I needed her just as bad- but I love teasing her.

“Touch yourself” I mumble as her eyes widen in shock. “What?” She half shrieks. “You heard me” I tell her as she sighs and moves her hand down to her wet cunt. “Do it baby” I encourage as I start to tingle. She begins to rub her clit in circular motions as her mouth opens and her head falls back. “It feel good” I ask. All she does is hum a ‘yes’ as she picks up the pace. “You have no idea how hot you look right now” I tell her. Her breathy moans fill the basement and I move over to her and kneel down. “T-touch me - please- do anything” she moans.

I use my hands to push her legs apart even further and bring my head down to her pussy. She looks down at me half lidded and takes in a shaky breath. She needs me- she’s been waiting all day- she’s desperate. I bring my lips to the inner part of her left thigh and begin to place sloppy kisses on it. “F-fuck me-“ she breathes as I continue. When I get close to her dripping pussy she gets excited and closes her eyes, ready to feel my hot- wet tongue on her clit. But I decide to keep teasing and move my head over to her right thigh and leave sloppy kisses there. “Fuck y/n- stop being a teasing bitch and eat my pussy already” she snaps. I lick up her leg and stop right before I get to her pussy. “Fucking do it- you want me to fucking make you” she growls. I grin- this is exactly what I wanted- for her to get angry.

“Y/N? You okay down there” I hear Dina call. Fuck we must be down here at least 10 minutes. We both jump up and Ellie scrambles to get her clothes back on. I walk away and begin to go up the stairs before Ellie’s hand grabs my arm. “You’re lucky- I was about to fucking make you” she growls and I smirk back. We get back into the dining room and place the bottle on the table. “Get lost down there or somethin” Jesse asks looking at Dina and giggling. “Yep something like that” Ellie laughs.

About thirty minutes go by and I can see Ellie with her legs shut tightly. I lean over to her ear and squeeze her thigh “you still need me?” I grin. “The only thing keeping me sane right now is the thought of fucking you” she whispers back. She stands up suddenly, catching me by surprise. “We’re gonna go” she says. “Y/n is a little drunk” she says rubbing my back. I open my mouth to protest. “Let’s go” she says helping me up. “See you guys soon then” Dina says as we walk to the door.

The cold air hits like a tonne of bricks as we step out into the night. I let out a low giggle at how frustrated Ellie looks. “You think it’s funny teasing me huh?” She growls. “You won’t be laughing when we get home- I’m gonna fuck you so hard” she growls. A shiver runs down my spine and straight to my pussy. This was the exact outcome I had wanted when I decided to tease her. “Sorry el-“. “Too late for that baby” she mumbles as we get back to our place.

“In” she demands and I follow her instruction. “On the bed” she demands. I raise my eyebrows and smile. I had gotten my wish. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and when I come back I want you to be open and ready for me” she mutters and I nod. She leaves the room and I scramble to take my clothes off. Now I was desperate for her. I lay on the bed- legs spread waiting for her to arrive. “Fuck you’re so hot yenno that?” She mumbled as she enters the room and sees me sprawled out on the bed. She’s now just in her underwear and I can’t help but bite my lip as she gets on to the bed too.

“You think it was funny to do that to me today ?” She asks as she rubs my abdomen- her eyes on my pussy. “I-I’m sorry” I croak out. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter for her as she moves her hand down to my thigh. “You don’t understand how bad I wanted to bend you over and fuck the shit outta you” she says leaning down to kiss just above my now throbbing clit. “P-Please Ellie” I groan. She smirks and leans up to kiss me on the forehead. “Please what?” She asks. She puts her fingers on my clit and starts to rub agonisingly slow. “Fuck me please- I’ve been so s-so bad” I breathe out. She hums looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.

“You think you deserve it?” She asks. “I don’t know if you deserve a good fuck” she mutters. I needed her so bad now. “Please Elli- fuck I need you” I groan and she smirks. “If you want me to fuck you - you have to fucking beg for it”. I bite my lip, even hearing her voice made me want to combust. “Ellie please fuck me- please” I groan and she raises an eyebrow. “Pathetic- you’re gonna have to try better than that” she purrs as my hips grind into her hand slightly. “please- Ellie, I know I’ve been so bad today teasing you- I’m so sorry - I need you please….fucking punish me” I cry desperately. “You should be fucking punished shouldn’t you” she says.

“On your hands and knees” she growls. She looks at me like her prey and my pussy flutter’s thinking of what will come next. I get on my hands and knees and look back at her as she kneels behind me. She spreads me open and curses under her breath. “You have no idea how bad I need to taste you” she mutters before leaning her head down and swiping up my wet cunt with her tongue. She hums in satisfaction as I moan softly at the pleasure she’s giving me. “Fuck Ellie that feels good” I mutter as she starts to eat my pussy.

She sucks on my clit making me arch my back more so that my head lays on the pillow. I let out a sharp shriek as her hand makes contact with my ass- she fucking spanked me. “Ow that hurt Ellie” I huff. “Good” is all she says before diving her stiff tongue into my wet hole. She slips it in and out while rubbing over the red mark she made on me. She then sits up “look at me” she growls. I turn my head and rest on my left cheek. She looks so hot just kneeling there. I can see a wet spot on her underwear and I want nothing more than to taste her sweet cunt.

“You gonna ever tease me again?” She growls. I mumble a ‘no’ before her hand makes contact with my ass again. “Ouch Ellie” I shriek again. “You gonna deprive me of cumming ever again” she grunts as she slaps my ass again. “N-no” I manage to croak out. “You gonna be a good girl and do what I tell you to do?” She asks before pushing me around to lay on my back. “I will” I pant. Without any hesitation she plunges two fingers into my wet pussy. “Oh fuck Ellie” I scream as she slides them in and out of me. She bites down on her lip and furrows her eyebrows in concentration as she watches my body twitch under her.

My moans fill the room as she aggressively pumps in and out. “You love being fucked don’t you?” She coos as I roll my eyes back with pleasure. I feel the knot in my stomach form as she hits my g-spot repeatedly. “Your pussy is so fucking tight” she mutters as I tighten around her. “Your little cunt is gonna cum isn’t it”. My back arches and my head falls back as I cum all over her fingers. She immediately leans down to lap up my juices. “Fuck I can’t get enough of you” she mumbles into me. “You’re just so fucking sexy” she groans as my legs twitch. “Ellie I can’t-“ I begin as the pleasure gets too much. “You’re gonna cum for me again baby aren’t you ?” She asks as my body shakes. “How badly do you wanna cum for me?” She mumbles. “So fucking bad” I moan. She begins to suck on my clit harder as she stares at my tits bouncing slightly.

“F-fuck Ellie- right there” I scream as I orgasm. “Fuck me” she mutters as she sits up and wipes my cum from her chin. “That the hardest you ever came baby?” She asks. “Y-yes Ellie” I pant trying to level out my breathing. “Well now you’re gonna make me fucking cum” she growls biting her lip. She shimmy’s her underwear off to reveal her glistening cunt. She straddles my hips sideways and brushes her hair from her face. “Wh-what are you doing” I ask as she slams her pussy down onto mine. The feeling of her cunt rubbing off my clit made me jolt.

“Im gonna ride your cunt until I cum” she mutters as her hips snap against my thigh. “No Ellie please- I’m too sensitive” I croak as my legs twitch from overstimulation. She leans down and grabs my neck. “ I don’t fucking care, be a good girl for mommy and make her cum” she growls and I nod my head as she slightly tightens the grip on my neck. I start to get dizzy as she gets herself off on me. “Mmmm fuck y/n- you feel so good against me” she moans. Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes flutter back as she aggressively rides me. “I was wet all day because of you “ she moans. I know she’s close- I can tell by the desperation in her moves.

“Please let me cum on your cunt” she moans as she lets go of my throat and brings both her hands to her tits and massages them. “Oh shit” she breathes. “I’m nearly there” she shrieks as the wet sounds from our pussy’s fill the room. “Good- fucking get off on me- I’m so sorry for teasing earlier” I coo as she bites her lip. Her legs begin to shake. Her movements get sloppy as she begins to orgasm. “Oh shit- fuckkk” she screams as she cums. The overstimulation was so much but seeing her enjoy herself made me endure it.

‘Fuck’ she mutters as she straddles my body and hugs around it like a koala bear. She lays her head down on my chest and I kiss her on the top of her head. “That teach you to not tease me?” she mumbles. “No it actually makes me wanna do it more” I giggle. She looks up at me with an annoyed expression. “Well please don’t” she giggles. “I’ll see” I tease.

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HEARTS [chapter two]

CHAPTER TWO: GO WITH THE FLOW

Pairing: Jeno x Reader [ ft. Jaemin, Haechan, Jaehyun, Mark, Chenle, Jisung ]

Prologue: As the sun rises after a steamy night, Jeno decides to ignore you. This could be a great opportunity to rely on people you love, even in the middle of family drama, nostalgia reignites.

Genre: Angst + Fluff 

Wordcount: 3,237

Warnings: Language

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The feeling of waking up in a frigid bed, the same bed that had been smouldering with sultry sensations the night before drenches you from the inside, as if hollow. 

You woke up feeling the same way; the covers were chilly and empty. This atmosphere was in stark contrast to the intense night with Jeno. He sure was mad enough to be behaving like this. This was the first time he left you alone in the morning. In less than ten hours had already shown you a side of him that you had never expected to see but looking at it from the other side, he wasn't the one entirely at fault, you thought to yourself. Had you been in his shoes, you would've reacted worse. 

You thought about how you would face Jeno again, would he even talk to you ever again? Maybe there was some way or the other that you could make him understand. Was this why everyone called you out for taking advantage of him? Why would you let him into your heart if one day he ultimately had to leave? Jeno was indeed jealous, but friends don't get envious of another person and then fuck the hell out of them, friends don't cry over this.

Again, that's complicated.

You managed to get yourself out of the cold bed, turning on the music, it was the only way you could allow yourself to forget the blunder you had gotten yourself into.

Nevertheless, you continued to check your phone, hoping to receive a missed call from Jeno or at the very least a text from him.

On the other hand, you paid heed to the texts you received from your mother, Haechan, and even Chenle, whose party you skipped. You felt bad for your friend, he had been preparing for it for months only for both you and Jeno to not show up.

You stepped under the hot shower, allowing every single drop of water to slip down as though it would rinse off all your troubles, taking you away to some utopian world. 

-

Walking to the class felt empty without Jeno, there was no hand to hold, no daily morning glares. Only the crisp fallen leaves on the concrete pavement greeted you. 

Your eyes recognised Chenle, he had been walking ahead of you all of the time but your useless thinking offered you no time to take your surroundings into mind.

You gave him a shoulder tap. "Chenle!" You yelled. 

"Don't talk to me. Where were you last night?" He was complaining.

"I just- you know" You failed to give him an exact answer, trying to respond vaguely. 

"And even Jeno. Y/N please don't tell me you two ditched me last night just so that you could fuck." He said.

"Why would I do that? Chenle, I'm sorry." You continued. "I'll let you know soon enough."

"Yeah?" Sarcasm was voiced out of his words.

"Okay stop now, you little sulky being." You teased him and he stuck his tongue out. Just like that, he lifted up your spirits, even if it was for a minute or less.

"Isn't Jeno coming with you today?" He asked.

"Oh. Well, I think that he must be skipping the class, maybe he's at the football ground." You justified.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" He questioned, again.

"Of course!" You put a smile on his face, gesturing with your arm as you reached the lecture hall. 

-

Jeno was still nowhere to be seen in the scenario. He appeared to be genuinely intent on ignoring it. You couldn't stop wondering how Jeno cracked the code. Who could have told him? And why would they have done it to you?

You glanced ahead, the fluffy-haired boy in front of you kept giving you the look time and again. You suddenly experienced profound enlightenment, and it was him. Of course, it was him.

"Haechan!" With your foot, you prodded his chair's back.

"Not in the middle of a damn lecture." He reverted, shutting you up.

-

"Why would you do this, you filthy piece of crap?!" You were essentially shouting at Haechan in a certain cafeteria section.

"You could've picked up your phone when I called you." He rolled his eyes and made an effort to defend himself.

"As if that would change fuck!" You spat out these words harshly in his face.

"I'm so sick of being your guys' mutual friend." He was being too much.

"Y/N are- are you crying?" Haechan softened his gaze. He looked at your face more closely, lifting it up with his chin.

"You are not!" He cried.

"Real bitches don't cry!" You pretended to flip your hair, making the two of you laugh.

"I really did not mean to tell him, he just overheard when I was talking to your mom." He continued. "And then I had no time to explain, he just ran straight to you."

"Hmmmm." You nodded back, processing every bit of information he was providing you with.

Lee Haechan.  Your best friend since you were born. It was like this friendship was passed onto you two by your mothers, they had been best friends since their younger days, and it was more than just a coincidence that you and Haechan were brought into this world almost at the same time. Growing up was a shared experience; you had always been together from kindergarten to university. 

"When we grow old, we should build a cottage in the woods, far away from the city." Little Haechan of seven suggested.

"But we won't get any TV there." You reasoned, disapproving of your friend's suggestion.

"Old people don't watch that stuff. Look at Granny." He pointed out.

"Maybe we can, but you are annoying."

"Then give me my candy back, you little pony!"

He knew your deepest secrets, even though there was a non-stop contest of bickering, teasing and earning out the filthiest words of curses from one another, friendships like these were hard to come by. He was all you could need, a friend, a nemesis, a free dating advisor, a personal frustration dustbin, well, what not?

"Maybe I should go and see him at the field." You thought of earning a nod of approval from Haechan.

"I would say NO if it was some other chap but then you both are in love so my opinion would differ." Haechan stated.

"That's YES in simpler words." You crossed your arms, shaking your head. "Lee Haechan. Such a pain in the ass." 

-

The field's green grass was being blocked from wilting freely, and the raucous movements of spiked shoes were making it worse. The sun shone brightly above, but it wasn't as gentle as the winter sun or too scorching to make you sweat.

He was positioned in the middle, drenched in sweat with his thighs exposed. On his pale forehead, his untamed black hair was haphazardly scattered.

"Pass!" He yelled in the middle of the match.

"Jeno did it!" A wave of cheer rose like an ocean, everybody rejoiced as their star player secured another goal for their team, winning the game.

You thought your wait ended with the game too.

"Jeno?" He turned to face you when you waved your hand at him, and you held his gaze for a considerable amount of time.

And then he looked away. Ignoring you.

This was enough, even when you were ready to make amends, get him seated and tell him everything, he decided to ignore it and this made you furious. Picking up your bag, you walked out of the field.

-

Saturday's rising sun marked the inception of the college break. Everyone had their bags packed, moving out of their dorms, filled with enthusiasm and joy, getting to meet their families again, unlike you. It was not like you did not want to see them, but knowing beforehand what would be the scene created once you reached home blew away the joyful flame.

-

On reaching home you were greeted by the grey and white concrete walls that had been adorned with all and every kind of antiques that could have been obtained. The golden lighting and wooden interior blended well with the minimal colour scheme.

The hallway displayed statues of men and women, that must have taken years to be sculpted, named in a language you could not even comprehend. They claimed that each held a deeper significant meaning behind them. Lies. They were only for the pomp and show.

The garden had already begun to bloom with the season's flower, as if nature had embraced it, not far from where a dozen cars were lined up in a perfect colour gradient, as if they would serve a purpose greater than mere transportation. 

This was home. However, a house without any emotional ties was merely a fortified building. Your parents provided you with everything you would have ever needed within the premise of this mansion that they had built, but only if they cared about more than just the money.

-

"You changed these?" You said, running your hand up and down the fabric of the couch, which seemed novel to you.

"I had to, and for once, would you not stop concentrating on the unimportant things?" Your mother reprimanded you while averting her gaze from the other women. They displayed clothing, decor, and jewellery catalogues while wearing all-formal attire. Getting rejected nine out of ten times by your mother. 

"It's serious! When it comes to the wedding of my sole daughter, I cannot compromise at this level!" She gave a firm reply. She had a look of exasperation on her face, but she never screamed since that was not proper behaviour in a sophisticated household.

Envy, hate, and despair, all disgusting feelings, would always be communicated with the classiest of words and a curve of the lips.

"We are not getting married!" You objected.

"You'll do. Very quickly" She returned the smile.

"This is pointless." While maintaining a fixed look on the ground, you muttered.

"Do you mind if we take a moment's break?" Your mother requested the ladies' leave.

"If you're here you would want to go and get the fitting of your dresses before it's too late." She asserted. 

"What? What kind of dresses?" You questioned. 

She sighed, resting her face on the back of her hands. "Clothes. This can't be something you wear all the time." She looked at you and commented on your attire. The loose-fitting jeans.

You pouted, rolled your eyes, and made the decision to leave the room.

"Your brother would be there to greet you." She spoke from behind, knowing that if that were the case, you would never decline.

"Bye!" You yelled.

-

"Baby!" A man in his late twenties, dressed in black trousers and a half-sleeved silk shirt beamed at the sight of you. He spread his arms out, his fingers gripping the car keys. 

"I'm not a baby!" As you hugged him, you cried back.

"Fancy jeans." He complimented. 

"Say that in front of mom." You made a joke, and he laughed.

"Hop in." He motioned towards his gleaming carmine Rolls Royce

Jaehyun was the best brother anyone could ask for. Given the five-year age gap between you two, it was very natural for him to be overly protective of you. Then, whether it was the toddlers who wouldn't play with you or giddy crushes from high school, he got them all covered. It was like a tradition for siblings to attend the same school and his reputation and achievements never allowed you to cause any trouble and have the fun of your life. Thank heavens!, Jaehyun never went to the same college as you.

"I saw our childhood pictures in the living room, the ones hung on the photo wall." You rejoiced.

"Oh, the one in which I'm holding you in my arms is my favourite. You used to be so tiny." He was smiling throughout. 

All of these memories were still present before your eyes, still vivid.

You still remember Jisung, your first crush in middle school.

"Y/N I like you a lot." With white flowers in his hands that he had personally selected from the school lawn and a tone of pink decorating his cheeks, he admitted.

You returned his smile while considering his colour scheme. The roses didn't spread very far.

"Jisung I`"

"I don't want you to respond with anything. I don't believe I'll be able to manage it." He spoke.

"Huh?" You were perplexed.

"Actually, I'm terrified of your brother. He is frightful, as are his buddies." Jisung spoke hastily. "He has already warned me twice."

"He won't harm you or any-"

"Please accept these; I like you a lot. Bye." He hurriedly said goodbye before departing. 

This had been your very first romantic experience. 

Back in the present, you were enjoying hearty talks with your brother who was in the driving seat. The last me you came back home, he had been handling business overseas so it had been quite some time since you last saw him.

"Remember Jisung?" You questioned.

"Yes, of course." He chuckled. "I recall Sungchan as well." He spoke.

"He was, without a doubt, the boldest. I have no idea how we maintained our relationship for five weeks." Your hands were covering your face.

"It's love, dumb." As he spoke, he suddenly became more serious. In a split second, the smile vanished from his face.

"Right." While your thoughts were still focused on Jeno, you hummed in agreement with what he stated.

"What about Jaemin all of a sudden?" You inquired. The past two had been a whirlwind, all thanks to him.

"Did mom not tell you?" Jaehyun answered back with a question.

"Mom told everyone but me." You turned your face away, gazing out of the window.

"Aww don't be pouty." Jaehyun pacified you by pinching your cheek with his free hand.

"Why am I being asked to marry a person I don't even know?!" You yanked his hand away in fury. "I am twenty-three! I know how to make decisions on my own?!" 

It seemed like one was being imprisoned in a gilded cage to be attached to someone like this. The ties of marriage would take away all of your independence, goals, and feelings, and they would do the same for your eventual spouse. Of course, everyone in the family would claim that it was done for the sake of tradition, but everyone understood that it was really just a way for the business to increase profits, and perhaps the kids were simply there to help with capital expansion. Life couldn't always be seen through rose-tinted glasses, where marriages would be fixed when they were only crawling babies and stayed in love for the rest of their lives. When your cousins and the rest of your family had to go through this, it looked so simple, but when it came to you, it seemed as if your heart had fallen into the abyss. There was no longer a choice to delay. You were a bird in a cage.

"If it were all up to me I'd never make you go through this." Jaehyun calmed you down with a visible tone of pain in his voice.

The car stopped and you got out of it. A ride that started with reminiscing about the happy days ended on a heavy note.

-

"Ms Y/N, Welcome! Your mother already visited last week and selected these for you." A man dressed in a suit gestured towards a silver clothes rail. 

"This would fit your body type just well." Another lady who had been helping you all along complimented you, and you grinned unenthusiastically in response. You were in some ways your mother's daughter. It was challenging to let go of the characteristics that were ingrained in you when you were a baby. Okay, so perhaps they vanished while you were with Haechan.

The colours, the shapes, everything about the clothes your mother picked out for you didn't go well with your sense of style. None of the designer labels could match the appeal of personally picked clothing. Nevertheless, you thanked the group for their time and effort. All the boxes were carried behind you by two men.

"We're done." You signalled to Jaehyun, who had seated himself on a couch outside the fitting rooms.

He hummed, toying with the car keys. 

"Wait." You blurted out, moving towards one of the racks.

"Daeun would look so adorable in these!" You grinned as you held a pair of small, fluffy, cushioned shoes that could have fit in your hand.

"Aww look at them, this is the cutest thing I've seen today!" You were drooling over the shoes as you held them out to him.

"She would!" His black eyes appeared to sprout hearts, and a soft smile spread across his face, illuminating it and revealing his dimples. Jaehyun prioritised his love for his daughter above everything else despite what had transpired.

This made you look at him and rewind five years ago. He was married out of his choice to some decent girl from a house as wealthy as yours, and your family had known for generations. She embodied all that a beautiful lady could be until she decided to leave everything behind for her lover. Despite all that Jaehyun had today, there was still an empty void in his life, of love. He only loved once, never daring to open his heart to anyone else. Inside he was happy for his wife, for she could enjoy the privilege of love, if not for him, his heart only belonged to one person. He did not love his wife; in contrast to her, he did not flee. He had before experienced the lightning-like ache of heartbreak.

Your life had always been modelled after Jaehyun's. His life was a sort of blueprint for yours.

-

"Mark?" As soon as you entered the home, you exclaimed, giving him a bear embrace. "Many years! What are you doing?"

"Have been busy, haven't you?" Jaehyun said, excusing himself after the short meeting.

"Yo! What is happening?" When he first heard the news from your family, he was shocked.

"Oh don't ask!" You sighed dramatically. 

In the evening, you and your cousin Mark sat down at a coffee table and you poured out every single idea that had been weighing you down the previous week.

Mark did not frequently visit because his father had a successful business in Canada. He was far away, yet you always managed to remain in touch.

"Is he known to anyone in the family?" He asked in a reassuring yet serious tone.

"You are the very first. I'm not even sure whether he feels the same way about me." After exhaling, you gave your head a shake as if to dust the troubles away.

"Don't stress out too much over it; sometimes it's best to let things happen naturally and go with the flow; everything will be alright in the end. You are aware that I am always available to you." He gave comfort.

"Do you want me to cry?" You said.

"Mark, Hello!" Haechan walked into the room, it was pretty common, he was like the family's son. 

"Hey, buddy!" Mark fist-bumped him.

"I talked to him before, he said.."

"What did he say?" You queried. 

"He-he doesn't want to see you." 

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Hi! Would you be up for writing a little something where Eddie and reader have never gotten along but for some reason find themselves stuck indoors during a storm and it’s cold/power goes out so… need to huddle for warmth. And the more they bicker, the more turned on they get. Would love angst-to-smut (couldn’t even pick a prompt from the “make me go feral” list but all are perfect) if possible! Thank you ❤️

Hello, my love! THIS was a wonderful request and I was so eager to get on it, you have no idea. You mean this list, right? YES! It's so great, that I chose a couple of prompts that I put into this. Didn't expect it to go this way and to bring out a bit of soft Dom Eddie, but here we are. Hope you enjoy 💚

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word count: 4983

Prompts: Louder. Let me hear you. | Shut up! Make Me! (a variation of this)| Spread your legs wider. | Keep your eyes on me. | Don ‘t hold back.

Warning/Tags: angst to smut, kinda soft Dom Eddie, light praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female receveiving), thunderstorm, come eating, (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI

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I'll Keep You Warm

“Great… fucking great,” you mumbled to yourself while leaving the school, shouldering your backpack while running a hand through your hair. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had to do this biology assignment at all, you had to do it with Eddie Munson of all people. Eddie Munson who skipped classes whenever he felt like it, who had been through all this before, and who had to be present today of all days. If he hadn’t been there, you would have been paired up with someone else. Your teacher had just shrugged her shoulders, because you’d been paired up by her drawing your names out of a hat. Ridiculous. If Eddie hadn’t been there, his name wouldn’t have been in that fucking hat.

“Y/N! For fuck’s sake, wait up!” Eddie called after you, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t exactly happy about this situation as well, but since you hadn’t been able to talk your teacher out of it, you were stuck with him. And he wasn’t going to be the one responsible for you failing this assignment because he bailed on you. Yes, you two didn’t really get along, but he didn’t want you to hate him even more.

“What?” you asked when he caught up with you, slowing down your pace to walk alongside him, but you didn’t stop.

“Where are you going?” Eddie kept his eyes on you while walking, trying to figure out what was going on in your head and shield himself from anything you might throw his way.

“To my car?” Wasn’t it obvious? “I want to get started with this assignment as quickly as possible so I won’t have to think about it anymore. You don’t need to do anything. Since we’re stuck on this together, I can do the work and we can both take credit for that.”

“No.” Eddie shook his head, pushed his hands into his pockets and started walking faster to keep up with you.“What do you mean ‘no’?” When you reached your car, you stopped, turning to look at him. You’d just given him an opportunity to back out of this whole situation, and he didn’t want that?

“Did you forget?” He held up the polaroid camera for you to see, because you had been told to take pictures of your progress and pictures of yourselves as memories. “Appreciate the easy way out, but we’re in this together. And I don’t want you telling everyone that I’m responsible for a bad grade, because I didn’t participate.” Eddie rounded your car and stopped at the passenger side, looking over at you. “So, you’re stuck with me for the afternoon. The sooner we get to work, the sooner we can both go our separate ways again.”

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You’d completely forgotten about the photos, and while you could each take your own photos alone, you were sure that your teacher would find out in the end. It was just one afternoon. You’d sat through lessons with Eddie where he’d gnawed at your nerves before, so you were already prepared for the worst. “Fine… You take care of the camera, I’ll take notes and the samples.”

With that being established, Eddie and you climbed into your car and got on your way to Lover’s Lake. You felt Eddie’s eyes on you now and then, but didn’t acknowledge it. He didn’t bicker about your music, which was a good sign, but you were sure that you’d butt heads again in a matter of minutes. It had always been like this with the two of you, and you couldn’t even really say why or how it had started. When you said right, he said left, and sometimes it felt like it was just out of spite, to get on your nerves. But you did the same, when he had an opinion on something, you had a different one.

Once you’d parked your car along the lake, you gathered everything you’d need and got out. You had to gather samples from the water from around the lake, label them, and then do some tests to see if there were differences, depending on where you were around the lake. Ridiculous in your opinion, a waste of time, but… it hadn’t been your choice, you’d been assigned this stupid thing.

“We better hurry.” Eddie nodded towards the sky that was turning darker and darker. The weather forecast had talked about rain, wind, even a storm coming, but that wasn’t until tomorrow.

“You’re right…” One thing you could agree on at least. And so, you started in one direction along the lake, taking your samples, labelling them, marking on the map where which sample had been taken.

For half an hour you worked your way along the lake, made it nearly halfway around when you heard thunder crack through the silence. Your eyes met Eddie’s for a moment, but then you got back to work. It was probably still far enough away for you to make it back, right?

Eddie had already taken a couple of photos, most of them from you at work. When he took the next one, though, it was suddenly rather bright, and it wasn’t the flash from the camera. No, it was lightning, followed nearly immediately by thunder.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself and put the camera in his backpack when the first drops of rain hit his head. He looked up before he looked over at you, more and more raindrops falling down, rippling through the water. Big droplets of water that soaked through your clothes immediately and cooled your body down.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain until later or tomorrow!” you complained, as if that would change anything about the situation at hand. You put everything back in your backpack and looked around. The trees gave you little shelter, but it was better than standing here by the water, even though you were already soaked to your skin, the first gust of wind sending a shiver down your spine.

“Come on!” Eddie took hold of your hand and started walking swiftly in one direction. You fought the first instinct to pull your hand out of his grasp, because you really didn’t want to stay alone right here.

“Where are we going?” you yelled over the sound of the pouring rain, blinking against the water on your eyes to stay focused on him, see where he was going.

“A friend’s house. At least it’s dry there,” Eddie called back, pulling you along, but making sure that you could keep up. The situation was bad enough as it was, so he really didn’t want you to bust your ankle or anything.

And like he’d said, there was the house at the lake, a place that promised warmth and at least a roof over your head so you could get out of the rain. Eddie positioned you in front of the door, before he rummaged through something next to the door. You didn’t know what and you didn’t care, because he came up with a key to unlock the front door and let both of you inside.

“Thank God,” you whispered, turning towards Eddie who was closing the door. “Your friend won’t mind?”

“Nah. He’s… indisposed.” Eddie chuckled to himself, pushing his wet hair back from his face.He turned on the lights and looked around. Rick never had a lot of things here, but at least some essentials.

“I won’t ask any more questions.” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. You had a vague idea what he meant with that, but right now, you were just happy that you were in here, especially when you heard the wind outside rattling the windows and even the front door. It looked like the storm they’d been talking about had come early.

“Come on.” Eddie motioned for you to follow him when he walked up the stairs, and you did. A shiver ran through your body, the cold slowly seeping into your bones, so you were eager to find a way to warm up.

Eddie led you to Rick’s bedroom and he opened the wardrobe. Your first instinct was to walk over to the heater, but it was already turned on - but ice cold. Fuck… that was not gonna work, but that also meant that you probably didn’t have any warm water here. Maybe they’d turned it off due to Rick not being here.

“Take off your clothes,” Eddie said over his shoulder, pulling a blanket and a sweatshirt from the wardrobe. There wasn’t anything else in there, and it frustrated him. Then again, he was glad that there was actually something you could use.

“Excuse me?!” you squeaked, your eyes boring into the back of his head. Your cheeks started to burn because of his words.

“Relax!” Eddie turned around, rolling his eyes at you, while he took off his own jacket, let his shirt follow straight away. He tossed a towel your way, used the other one to dry off his hair and face as much as possible, which resulted in his hair sticking up in all kinds of directions. “You have to get out of the wet clothes or you’ll catch a cold. You’re already shivering, so… The sweater is yours if you want it. Rick doesn’t have a lot in here as it seems.”

You took the towel and did the same as him, tried to dry your hair and face. You knew that he was right, but you were still hesitant - and couldn’t stop yourself from ogling him while he took off his jeans as well, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“Like what you see?”

His words made you look up again, but despite the heat creeping up to your cheeks again, you felt a rush of confidence.

“Can’t blame a girl for looking.” You shrugged your shoulders before you dropped your backpack to the floor. Your jacket and sweater follow immediately, leaving you in your rad lace bra, your nipples poking against the material because of the cold. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t say anything. After all, you’d looked at him as well, it was only fair that he got to look as well, right?

You noticed that Eddie reached for one of the blankets and wrapped it around his shoulder, while you took off your jeans, laid your clothes out over the heater even though it wasn’t on, but that way they might still dry faster.

“Didn’t pick you for the lacey kinda girl,” Eddie commented, letting his eyes wander over your body. You felt your pulse quicken, being this exposed to him. “Always thought you were more white cotton granny panties type.”

“What made you think that?” You tried not to sound offended, but you were.

“You’re always so uptight, like you don’t want to let anyone in your life.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, still enjoying the view.

“I just try to focus on school so I won’t have to repeat the year and can get away from here as soon as possible.” You hadn’t wanted to offend him with your words, but it had definitely sounded like that - and you could see it in his eyes. The rumours about him had never interested you, you only judged by what you experienced yourself. You had no idea why he had to repeat the year, and it was none of your business anyway. “I just… want to get out of this hellhole and away from my family.” This was more than you’d wanted to tell him, but the words had just slipped out. Your parents weren’t exactly bad people, but they weren’t really supportive of you, so it was better to get away and finally live your life the way you wanted to. “Anyway, why are you even thinking about my panties?” That was a more interesting topic anyway, and it diverted the attention from what you’d just said.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Eddie said with a wink, watching you put that sweater he’d thrown your way over your head. The sleeves were a little too long, but at least you were wearing something more than just your underwear in this cold house. “Come one, maybe, we can find something else to warm us up downstairs.”

He handed you the other blanket before he walked ahead of you down the stairs. With a sigh, you followed him, but the only thing you found in Rick’s kitchen was some booze and spoiled milk in the fridge. Eddie opened the bottle to take a drag, before he handed it to you. Right now, you’d probably do anything to get a little warmer, even if the liquid burned all the way down your throat.

You heard a loud crack from outside, before the lights flickered and went off. You couldn’t suppress the shriek that escaped your lips at the sound, because you hadn’t expected it.

“Shitshitshitshit,” you mumbled, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. You closed your eyes and counted to five before you felt Eddie’s hands on your arms.

“Stay right here!”

Wide-eyed, you looked at him, but nodded. You leaned your back against the kitchen counter, taking deep breaths to calm down. This was a fucking mess, and you couldn’t get out of this situation. Your car was at the other end of the lake, there was nobody you could call right now, so you were stuck here with Eddie Munson, freezing your ass off.

“It’s completely busted,” Eddie announced when he came back, shaking his head. “No heating, no electricity… Everything’s out.” It was frustrating, but there was nothing you could do about it.

“Great… fucking great.” You heaved a sigh, rubbing one hand over your face, pushing your still damp hair back. Your fingers were still shaking, and the blanket only did so much to keep you warm.

“Come here!” Eddie said, opening the blanket around his shoulders for you. You raised a questioning eyebrow at him, that made him chuckle. “For someone so smart, you’re sometimes really slow.”

“Hey!” you protested, gasping at him. “And here I’d thought for a minute that you weren’t that bad Munson. And you just crushed that thought again.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. What an asshole.

“Now, now!” he chided, taking a step towards you. “You do know what helps best when you’re freezing?” He waited for any answer that didn’t come. You knew it, but you didn’t want to say it out loud. “Bodyheat.” Eddie provided the answer, stopping right in front of you, his blanket still open for you. For a moment, you weighed your options, but he was right. It was the best and fastest way to get warm, so you stepped into his embrace.

“Just so we’re clear, this is just for warmth!” you said to him, looking into his eyes.

“Sure.” Eddie couldn’t suppress the smile when he tilted his head to the side. “But you do know that it won’t work if you keep your own body wrapped up like this, right?”

“Yeah yeah..” you mumbled and opened the blanket, but then you took a step back again to take off the sweater you’d put on upstairs. Then you stepped up to him again, your side touching his, the blankets now wrapped around both of you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you hated to admit that it was rather soothing.

“This goddamn assignment,” you said after a moment, shaking your head. Eddie’s gaze was on you again, taking in your profile, wondering why you were so goddamn hot when you got so aggravated. “I don’t understand why we even have to work in teams instead of doing this shit alone. I could have been finished way sooner or just… started whenever.”

“Ah, so it’s my fault that we’re stuck here?”

“Well…” You hadn’t exactly said that, but you’d thought it. “If you hadn’t been in class for once, we wouldn’t be here together.”

“No, you’d probably be here with someone else, and then you wouldn’t have ended up in this house and you’d still be out there in the rain. So, you’re welcome.” Eddie turned to face you, eyes going darker, arms crossed beneath the blankets around you.

When you turned towards him as well, his elbow brushed your breast and you had to inhale sharply, not expecting your own body to react like this, to suddenly make you aware of how little both of you were wearing, how close you really were. And you certainly didn’t expect to get aroused by that look he was levelling at you.

“Or I could have been finished already and been on my way home when that fucking storm started!” You went toe to toe with him, your eyes boring into his.

“You really think that?” Eddie asked, his eyes dropping to your lips for the fraction of a second before he looked back up. “You wouldn’t even have made it this far with someone else!”

“Oh, please, this is ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes, pressing your thighs together, irritated with yourself that you were getting turned on by him, by this banter between you - but you liked it as well. It was new, interesting, made you curious. “I could have gotten Natalie or even Walter, and we would have made it around the lake sooner.” It was a lie, and not even a good one at that, but by now, you were pushing his buttons on purpose. “I mean, this whole project is just stupid altogether, and we shouldn’t even have to be out here, but well… here we are, stuck with each other.”

“Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up?” Eddie growled, pinching the bridge of his nose, his patience faltering, but his ears perked up at your next words.

“You’ll have to make me shut up, Munson.”

“Oh, I know a way to shut you up, missy.” His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, devouring you, making you moan into the kiss. You’d provoked this, you knew it, and you were not at all sorry about it. The way his tongue thrust into your mouth was a promise of what else he was capable of doing with it, making your knees buckle. Your hands found his shoulders, clung onto them, onto him, while his hands roamed your sides, found their home on your waist for a moment, his thumbs brushing over your stomach.

“You enjoyed this, didn’t you?” he whispered against your lips, grinning to himself, before he placed open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, leaving a wet trail behind. “Getting me all irritated with your words.” He ran his tongue over your clavicle, before he pushed the blankets off you both and lifted you onto the kitchen counter.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your eyes fluttering shut, your laboured breathing filling the room. “Don’t tell me you didn’t…”

Eddie pulled you towards the edge of the counter, flush against him, and you gasped when you felt the outline of his hard cock against your clothed heat.

“Been hiding this behind the blanket ever since you took off your shirt and I got a glimpse at this...” He leaned his head down, pulling your erect nipple into his mouth through the fabric, eliciting the most sinful moan out of your throat. You could feel his dick twitch at that. Your right hand came up to brush his hair from his face, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You look way too hot in this.” Eddie raised his head again, pressed a kiss to your lips while he worked at opening your bra. “Still has to come off!” He scraped his teeth over your bottom lip, making you shiver with that move. When the cold air hit your naked breasts, you shivered, but Eddie quickly filled his hands with your tits, rolling your nipples beneath his thumbs.

“Fuck… That’s so good,” you mumbled, moaning when he rutted his hips into you. While you enjoyed his hands, his lips on your body, there was something else you wanted, and so you reached for it, pushed your hand into his boxers and pulled his cock out of its confinements. Eddie’s fingers dug into your skin. You ran your thumb over the head of his cock, collecting his precome, smearing it along his length so your fingers glided over him easier. Eddie thrust into your fist once, twice, but then he had to pull back.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna come all over your stomach straight away.”

You moaned at the thought of that, bit your lip when your eyes met his.

“Oh you’d like that?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, letting his eyes wander over your body. Your nod was barely visible, but Eddie still picked up on it. “Good to know.”

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, before he got down on his knees in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“I showed you how I could shut you up, and now I’m gonna show you how I can make you scream with my mouth.” Eddie had the audacity to wink at you as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, pressing kisses to the inside of your thigh. Your eyes closed at the pleasure you were feeling already, at the anticipation of what was to come. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” Eddie demanded, pressing his teeth against the tender flesh to get your attention. And you did, you opened your eyes and watched him as he placed his opened mouth on your clothed pussy, his tongue pressing against you, hot and wet.

“Oh God… fuck,” you cursed, eyes nearly drifting shut, but the way Eddie’s grip on your thigh tightened made you open them immediately again. You wanted to do as you were told, but it was so goddamn difficult with what he was doing to you.

Eddie pulled back only slightly to take off your panties as well.

“Spread your legs wider… let me see you.”

You swallowed hard, another wave of arousal hitting you out of nowhere, and you had to fight the urge to press your knees together and instead open your legs wider for him.

“So good for me,” Eddie cood, his palms rubbing up your thighs, eyes fixed on your pussy. “And so wet as well.” He slowly looked up at you, finding you looking back at him, and he hummed in appreciation. You were good at following orders, and he enjoyed it. For someone with such a big mouth, you were eager to please. It was the contrast he liked.

Without a warning, his mouth was on you again, his tongue lapping at your clit, eliciting moan after moan out of you, but you were still holding back.

“Louder… let me hear you, sweet thing,” Eddie encouraged you, and while your former lovers had always told you to be more quiet, Eddie allowed you to be as loud as you wanted. There was nobody here to hear you anyway, and so you let loose, your loud moans filling the dark kitchen as he thrust his tongue inside you, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

“Eddie… I’m… I’m gonna,” you breathed out and let your head fall back on a moan. That made Eddie pull back from you, though, leaving you gasping, aching for more, for that sweet release that didn’t come. “What…?”

“I told you to keep your eyes on me.” He looked up at you, your juices coating his lips and chin, a devilish smile on his lips. “If you don’t follow, you don’t get to come.”

“That’s mean!” you whined, but you wanted this, wanted him, and you wanted these orders. “I’ll listen! I won’t do it again.”

“You sure?”

“I’ll… do my best!”

“Alright, you get another chance.” Eddie pushed two fingers inside you without a warning, making you moan his name, but you kept your eyes on him now, already feeling that coil inside you tighten further and further, ready to snap any second now.

“Please… I need to… I,” you stammered, and when he curved his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside you, you cried out, knuckles turning white from how hard you were grabbing the edge of the counter.

“Ask for it!” Eddie looked up at you, eyes locked with yours as he sped up his fingers. “Ask or I’ll stop.”

“Please! Please, Eddie!” you started, knowing what he wanted to hear. “Please let me come!”

“Who am I to deny you that when you’re asking so nicely?” It didn’t take more than his approval now to make that coil finally snap, made your orgasm wrack your body, your cunt spasming around his fingers. But you kept your eyes on him, moaning his name over and over.

Slowly, Eddie pulled his fingers back, making you whimper slightly, your legs dangling off the counter. You were still catching your breath when he kissed you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

“You see how sweet you taste? God, that’s addictive.” He pulled you close, your sensitive pussy making contact with his hard cock.

“Eddie…” you whispered, hands darting down to his cock, to wrap your fingers around him again.

“Yes?” For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, hands on your hips to keep you in place.

“Please..”

“Use your words! Tell me what you need!”

“I need you inside me!” You peppered kisses along his jaw, his shoulder. “Need you to fuck me!”

“I don’t have a condom.” Even in this heated situation, he thought about this.

“I’m on the pill.”

Your words made him groan, made his fingers dig into your skin, because just the thought of taking you like this made him nearly combust.

“Are you sure? You can still say no!”

“Eddie…” You raised your head again to look into his eyes. “I know.” Despite all your differences, you knew that he would never do anything like that. You pulled him into a kiss while you guided his cock to your cunt, using your own slick to lube him up even more. Eddie groaned against your lips, pushing slowly forward, entering you.

“I don’t think-” Eddie started, but you stopped him with your fingers on his lips.

“Don’t hold back!” you told him, and he listened, pushed all the way inside you, leaving you both breathless for a moment. But then Eddie started moving, started thrusting into you again and again, each thrust getting a bit harder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, gripping me so good.” Eddie’s fingers would leave bruises on your hips because he was holding you in place, and it was good this was. You would still feel him tomorrow, and the day after, thinking back on what was happening right now.

“Such a good girl… Doing so well.”

“Fuck, Eddie!” his words went right to your cunt, making it pulse around him. Eddie’s hips stuttered for a moment, before he picked up his pace again, snapping his hips into yours. When he pulled you a little more towards the edge, he hit that spot inside you again, his pubic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust he gave you.

“Eddie… I’m gonna… Please! Please let me come!” You felt your second high approaching, making your head all fuzzy, and you didn’t even control what was coming over your lips anymore.

“Go ahead… come all over my cock! I want to feel you, y/n. Want to feel your pretty pussy grip me tight.” He leaned his head down, looking down to see his cock push in and out, going a little slower now, but harder to push you over the edge. Your nails dug into his shoulders, as your second high ripped through you, making you see stars behind your closed eyes. Your loud moans filled the room as Eddie fucked you through your orgasm, drawing it out, but when he couldn’t hold it back anymore, he pulled out of your, spurting his come all over your stomach. Now, you were the one to watch in awe, trying to catch your breath, but you were transfixed by the picture in front of you that was accompanied by Eddie’s lewd moans mixed with grunt and your name here and there.

His head fell to your shoulder when he was done, his hands letting go of your hips, slowly stroking over your thighs to your knees and back up. You ran your fingertips up his arms, over his shoulders until you were able to cup his cheeks and lift his head. Your lips connected with his in a slow, sensual kiss that left you both breathless again.

“Not how I expected this afternoon to go,” you broke the silence with a chuckle.

“Me neither,” Eddie agreed, pulling back slightly to look you over. “Was this… okay?”

“Are you kidding?” you asked, gathering some of his come on your finger. “It was the best sex I ever had.” Curiosity got the better of you and you popped your finger into your mouth, licking his seed off, eyes still on him.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled, eyes on your lips for a moment, before he looked back up. “Jesus, just looking at you like this is gonna get me hard again.”

“So?” you shrugged your shoulders, a mischievous smile on your lips as you did so. “I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Well… keeps us warm at least.” Eddie chuckled, placing his palms flat on your thighs again.

“See? How else are we supposed to keep warm?”

“Yeah… looks like we don’t even have another choice, right?”

“Right…” You whispered before you kissed him again, forgetting about your surroundings and the situation in itself.

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