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skeltnwrites · 1 month

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A/N: I think this is the first time I've ever been so emotional about something I've written 😭 this hit a little too close to home for me

Summary: You help Eddie wash his hair when he can't. | 0.9k words

TW: depression, best friend!reader

“Nooo,” Eddie whines, voice muffled by blankets. “Stop– Seriously!”

Your grip around his ankle only tightens from where you’ve fished it out of his cocoon. You tug, ripping his sock off in the process, until he’s halfway off the couch, clinging onto a cushion like his life depends on it.

“You’re so annoying,” he slumps into a sitting position on the floor, eyes peaking out of the fold in his comforter.

You crouch in front of your best friend. “Yes, but you love me.”

He leans away when you peel the corner of the blanket away. He’s pale, which is typical, but it’s summer and he looks borderline vampirish with how visible his veins are. A palm brushes his bangs back to meet the knot secured to his crown. He bends away from your touch a second time.

“Hair’s greasy,” he mumbles; a weak excuse, like you’d ever care about that.

“I can wash it for you,” you offer seriously.

His lips tilt into a sort of smile and his brows knit together, “What? Like in the sink?”

“If you want?”

He hums, “Prolly uncomfortable.”

“Okay, in the shower then.”

A real smile this time. “If you want to see me naked just say that.”

You punch his shoulder lightly. Normally you’d shove him hard without a second thought, and he’d probably push back equally, but it feels wrong to do so when you know he won’t put up a fight. “You can put swim trunks on.”

“I don’t feel like changing.”

“Okay, then in this.” You pinch the hem of his t-shirt sleeve.

“That’s a little weird.”

“Since when do you care about weird?”

He shrugs half-heartedly, “I guess. If you want.”

In the bathroom, you turn the shower knob, “Hot or cold?”

“Warm.” He’s slumped on the toilet lid in his pajamas, having ditched the duvet in the hall.

“Okay, here.” You whisk the curtain open fully.

He shoots you a look that says, ‘Am I really doing this?’ before stepping into the tub. His eyes widen when you climb in right after him.

“You’re crazy,” he grins and it makes your heart leap. You’ve missed the way his eyes crinkle at the edges and his lashes kiss the tips of his cheeks when he smiles.

“Not as crazy as you.” You hook a finger under his scrunchie, gently working it until his curls spill over his shoulders.

He sighs, eyes drawing shut when you tilt his head back. His clothes are already soaked through, clinging to his slender frame like a second skin. He blocks most of the stream but stray droplets catch your arms where they connect with his head.

“Have you eaten yet?” You ask, massaging shampoo through his hairline. “I could go for some takeout right about now.”

He blinks at you. “I know what you’re doing.”

You crane his head to the side to scrub his nape, “I’m not doing anything. I’m hungry.”

You’re not looking, but you practically feel him roll his eyes.

“So, pizza?”

He knows you only suggest it because it’s his comfort food, but he’s too tired to argue about getting something you both want. Eddie nods into your hand. You thumb his cheek, studying him self-indulgently while his eyes are sealed again.

You work conditioner through his dead ends, tenderly detangling, and sticking spirals of black hair on the shower wall as they are combed out.

Silent tears mingle with the water dripping off his chin. The tremble in his breath gives him away and you acknowledge it with a wordless hug. He reciprocates, squeezing you under the warmth of the showerhead. His nose digs into your collarbone and you trace the knobs on his spine.

This is not the first time you’ve seen him cry, or held him while he did, for that matter. You are well-versed in handling his depressive episodes. Knowing when to push and when not to pry. Knowing when to hold him and when to give him space. And most importantly knowing that most of the time he just needs someone there. Not to talk about it necessarily but to just be with him for a night so he can pretend not to feel like shit for a few hours.

You wrap him in a towel and scour his room for fresh pajamas. There was a time when he’d have been embarrassed to let you see his room in such a state, but you’ve drilled it into his head that you love all of him, even the messier parts.

You change out of damp clothes in his room while he does in the bathroom. A handful of his things are put away while you’re in there, but not enough for him to scold you for doing so.

He meets you back in the living room where he sinks back into his spot in front of the TV. You dial his favorite pizza place before joining him on the couch to brush and braid his hair. He thanks you, though you don’t need it.

With his legs thrown across your lap and half a greasy pie split between your bellies, the hum of a movie soothes you both to sleep. Outside, the world spins on, but for now, here with him, everything feels still.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things fic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff

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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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cherrynflowergarden · 2 months

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hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? 😇

bf héctor headcanons || héctor fort

an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda güler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next 😠🎀

taglist; @eirianna @thebasicbiatch @katamcauley @wxnyzie @lilmear-blog @vrlixlia @star-fuck-off @embonbon @idkversace @annawilk @r0nnsblog @weluvwbb @c1ydessturniolo @vintagebishx @maddie-belle @timmdmdm @happydiplomatshepherdspy-blog @crispycitrus @faith-f1 @escapentropy @florscons @carlossainzwho @luckylampzonkland @lewisroscoelove @mudryklover @rageshots @dontworryaboutit007 @chair-things @myangelbaby555 @sheesh1311 @f1lovely @silia1raf

bf!héctor who despite looking so imitating is the sweetest boyfriend ever.

bf!héctor who calls you mi vida because you are his life.

bf!héctor who smiles so wide around you.

bf!héctor who acts nonchalant but not second someone mentions you all that act is down the drain.

bf!héctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.

bf!héctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.

bf!héctor who loves being your passanger princess.

bf!héctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.

bf!héctor who loves gossiping with you.

bf!héctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.

bf!héctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.

bf!héctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.

bf!héctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.

bf!héctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.

bf!héctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.

bf!héctor who talks to his mom about you.

bf!héctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)

bf!héctor who lets you colour his tattoos.

bf!héctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)

bf!héctor who loves when you steal his clothes.

bf!héctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)

bf!héctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.

bf!héctor who needs your attention 24/7.

bf!héctor who playfully bites your nose.

bf!héctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.

bf!héctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.

bf!héctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.

bf!héctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.

bf!héctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.

bf!héctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.

bf!héctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.

bf!héctor who loves neck kisses.

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hellfire--cult · 7 months

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💗 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙧𝙤𝙚'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

For @carolmunson's eddie munson event that you can find here!

Prompt and plot: A romantic night at the trailer that holds a twist at the end of the story that seals the fate and future of you two - filled with fluff, yearning, established relationship and eddie munson shenanigans

a/n: it doesn't really have the stranger things lore, but this is just Eddie, normal goofy Eddie. taggin people here if they are interested to participate @andvys @lofaewrites @taintedcigs

THE BOY IS MINE

You were whistling while moving around in the small kitchen, the water already boiling for the pasta you were going to make for today’s dinner. You were finishing off the cake on the counter, tongue poking out as you squeezed the piping bag to create swirls with the vanilla frosting oozing out.

It wasn’t the best, but it was something. Tomorrow was Wayne’s birthday after all, and you wanted everything to be perfect when he returns from work in the morning. You finished, not noticing a bit of frosting was on your nose, and you dragged the cake into the fridge. The sounds around Forest Hills were the same as always, someone laughing at a sitcom on the TV, teenagers laughing in the back, but then at one point, the park became silent at night.

It was bliss compared to your life before meeting Eddie.

That comedic charismatic boy back in high school who got on the cafeteria tables to state the most mundane things, catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Fate brought you two together, and you found out he was not… as charismatic as you first believed he was. At least not entirely natural.

But that made you stick to him like glue, and he always reminded you that he couldn’t believe you paid attention to him. That was five years ago, and now, leaving your messy luxurious life behind, you are happily dancing in the kitchen to the sound of Rock the Casbah. At the same time, you throw the pasta in the boiling water and grab the can of prepared marinara sauce so that you can heat it in a pan.

The door slowly opened and you turned to see Eddie walking in with a tired look on his face, your heart skipped a beat but you decided to keep dancing, turning the sound up. His eyes meet your face and you smile at him and his dimples start to form, his bright teeth shine through, his eyebrows perking up as he rushes towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, swaying his hips with yours, greeting you with a shower of kisses all over your face, successfully cleaning your nose.

“How is my queen doing?” He asked with a huge smile after he left saliva all over your face. His hair was messy, and it was pretty noticeable that he wore your scrunchie at work because of the dents here and there. He had a bit of dirt on his nose so you licked your thumb and softly wiped it away and he hummed in approval.

“Making dinner… How was work?” And at your question, he rolled his head in a circle while groaning loudly.

“If I have to explain to Eugene how to change oil one more time, I will commit arson darling– Seriously, you will have to help me hide a body with the way things are going.” He sighed while pulling away from you so you could swirl the pasta in the pot and mix a little bit of spices into the sauce.

“You know I would completely do it, you just tell me when to buy the acid.” A giggle escaped your lips and he smiled while approaching you from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of your exposed neck. You sighed in delight and then you turned your head with a smile on your face, receiving a kiss on the lips from him. Soft, tender, caring, just like he always does with you, your heart soaring towards the roof of the trailer, and if it could, it would go towards the moon.

“This is why I love you.” You gave him another soft peck, turning back towards the food. He kept the kisses, one after the other on the skin of your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your body started to rise in temperature. He always riled you up whenever he could, and now more so than before.

“Eddie, baby, I love you too but if you don’t stop we’re gonna have a problem… and I’m hungry.” You heard him chuckle as he let go of you, going towards the fridge and opening it to gasp in surprise.

“HOLY SHIT! Look at that darling! Wayne is gonna go crazy with this.” He was giddy, doing a little jump in his place and you giggled at his childish act, yet so endearing. Your eyes widened when you saw him already poking his hand in.

“Don’t mess up my frosting! It took a while!” He shook his head with a pout as he closed the fridge’s door, rushing towards you to grab onto your free hand and raise your arm up as he started kissing from wrist to shoulder, making you laugh in your place, wiggling with his touch.

“You are the best thing, a gift from above, how lucky it is I for having thee in my life!” His voice was squeaky, high pitched, yet adorable in every way possible, that comedic side of him that never left him, despite it all. Despite adulthood, despite the hard times the two of you are going through.

“Shut up! Prepare the table and get the fancy glasses my liege.” You joked as he let go of your arm, squinting at you, a soft ‘ha ha’ leaving his mouth.

“I ran out of those, are cups of your interest your majesty?” He mimicked and you straightened up while taking the sauce out of the stove so it wouldn’t overboil.

“I guess I can be flexible. Just for now.” He smiled, reaching out on his cupboards to start preparing the coffee table for your dinner. Your stomach growled and growled in desperate need of substance and you were getting irritated at the damn noodles in the pot that just needed two more minutes. You bent down with a groan as you opened the cabinet under the sink to take the colander out.

Eddie walked back into the kitchen in two steps and looked into the pot. With a fork he fetched one single noodle out and held it in between his fingers, slamming it against his wall and seeing it stick, a proud smile on his face while you were already glaring at him. The back of the stove is definitely filled with noodles that fell after Eddie’s test.

“What? I checked and they are done!” He gave your forehead a kiss and grabbed the colander out of your hands and put it on the sink. You whined as you looked at your empty hands and back at him.

“I can–”

“Put the drinks on the table baby.” You sighed and rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge to take the Pepsi and water out. You walked towards the living room and placed the bottles on the coffee table where Eddie already placed two cups and two forks.

You looked towards your boyfriend who was cursing under his breath while moving the pot with worn-out kitchen gloves towards the colander and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw all the steam engulf him as he strained the noodles. Your boyfriend that sometimes works on weekends in order to make a few more extra dollars. Your boyfriend who stays extra hours for a little more in his paycheck, and all you do is make dinner for him and breakfast for Wayne, making you feel a little… useless. But Eddie wouldn’t let you help with work at all, not for now.

You walked back towards him to prepare the plates filled with pasta, your mouth salivating even more as Eddie did small jumps next to you with excitement. You were laughing at him, handing him his plate as you two walked towards the couch and finally sat down to have your peaceful dinner.

You devoured your plate in one second almost, and Eddie often told you to slow down with a laugh on his lips as he wiped the sauce off the corners of your mouth. You were smiling as you talked to him about your day, which wasn’t much, but it was something. You met with Robin, bought a few things you needed, bought the ingredients for the cake, and returned home to clean the house.

“And that is how I want you. Calm, at least for now.” He said with a fond smile as he finished his plate of food, you frowned at him and then looked at your plate and then back at him.

“Eds… Am I getting fat? Like too fat? More than what it should be?” The question was out of nowhere, yet it was always in the back of your mind, nagging like a needle in the middle of your nape. Always finishing your plates at record speed, eating more than usual… His eyebrows went downwards into a frown as he shook his head.

“What? Don’t say that, you know it’s not even true.” He replied with a soft tone in his voice and a fond look in his eyes that always sparkled whenever he looked at you… even after all these years.

“So, you like me like this?” You asked with a bit of shyness and he wiggled his eyebrows at you in a playful manner, and you already knew that he was going to say something ‘Eddie’.

“Well I prefer no clothes, but this is fine too–” And you threw a cushion up his head, making his head bob to the side, his mop of curls bouncing as he laughed, putting the cushion on his other side before looking back at you again. “I love you baby, in your entirety. I’m yours and always will be.”

You smiled at him, and your worries vanished in a second, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips, electricity flowing through the both of you as if it were the first time you ever kissed. That kiss that happened after graduation, behind the bleachers, the two of you finally leaving the games behind and falling blindly into one another.

Eddie pulled away with a big smack of the lips and you giggled at him as you turned to take a sip of your Pepsi while Eddie glanced at the small notebook on the corner of the table. He grinned widely an ‘OH’ escaping his lips, as if he remembered something, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What is that smile for?”

“I almost forgot, damn– Lemme– Cause I was talking to Henderson on the phone at work today cause I had THE BIGGEST idea for next campaign…” He reached out for the notebook and the pen, opening it, a list of names filling the small pages and he went to the very last one and wrote the name down, making you peek, a scrunch of your nose immediately happening on your face with disgust.

“Killiath!? What kind of name is that!?”

“The name of a warrior babe!” He smiled at you, teeth showing, dimples forming as he pointed at the name he wrote, curls bobbing up and down as he explained with dramatic hands. “It is fantastic, imagine, it’s the perfect name because who would mess with someone named Killiath!?”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, Eds!” You whined at him and he laughed, putting the notebook on the table again. A notebook that is filled with a bunch of names that the two of you have been writing down for the arrival of a new Munson in the family. It wasn’t planned, but not unwelcome.

Nothing is unwelcome with Eddie and he feels the same about you.

Eddie has been working his ass off since he graduated so he could buy a new place for the two of you, but now he worked even harder with the extra hours and shifts to reach that goal before the baby is born… and he is extremely close.

“It can be neutral! Killiath sounds pretty badass, you can’t deny that.” You giggled at his childishness, shaking your head at him.

“Did Dustin talk you into this?”

“You know, Harrington asked me the same thing. I don’t know what’s wrong with Killiath.”

You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, but a fond smile of pure happiness was on your lips. The trailer was already a bit messy with all the baby things you started buying, everything that you could find on sale, and stuff that was donated from from Karen Wheeler and Claudia Henderson. Joyce Byers cooperated with an old strolled that was still sturdy even after so many years.

Even Gareth, Jeff, and Grant bought things for the baby, lots of ‘Rock n Roll’ clothes. They said they couldn’t wait to see if the child would turn out to be a musician like his father or a writer like yourself. You worked at the Hawkin’s Post before getting pregnant, and Eddie immediately told you to quit because that place, misogynistic as fuck, stressed you to levels you’ve never felt before, and the obstetrician advised to avoid any kind of stress for the baby.

Ever since then, you had time to write a lot, and having Eddie Munson as a boyfriend helped your imagination flow like water. Hopefully, when the baby is born, you can finally put out your very first book, and Eddie said he would be right next to you every step of the way, just like he always promised you. Life was sweet, even with the unexpected turn, and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the entire world.

“Everything Eds… Every fucking thing.” And your boyfriend pouted as he cursed under his breath in a small voice and a stomp of his boot.

“You’re no fun.”

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a/n: i just know eddie would be the happiest to have a kid, and try to give him everything he couldn't have when growing up.

#anyways im yearning #i love him so much #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fics #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson ficlet

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sadhours · 4 months

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Pervy Billy please 🤤🤤🤤

okay okay, here’s a teaser of my upcoming series stuck in the middle with you

billy hargrove x pamela oc!mayfield

cw: 18+ minors dni, perv!billy, stepcest, psuedocest, teasing, groping, dry humping and masturbation

🎀🤍🚬🍦

It’s like the little bitch does it on purpose. Those shorts can barely be classified as such, they’re practically just underwear and she’s prancing around the house like she’s trying to get a rise out of Billy. It’s making him pretty damn bricked up, just trying to enjoy his fucking bowl of Wheaties.

They’re alone. Neil and Susan shopping, like they do most Saturday mornings and Billy’s got no idea where Max is nor does he care. Pamela is doing her chores, pale blonde hair bouncing whenever she reaches down to grab miscellaneous clutter. Thanks to the motion, he also notices she’s not wearing a bra; breasts swaying under her thin cotton shirt. God, her legs are long, he thinks as he skates his eyes up and down them.

Billy’s aware he’s staring. Part of him thinks Pamela wants him to. He shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth before dropping the bowl in the sink for Pamela to clean. It’s her chore after all.

He’s got his own chores. Lists them off in his head; fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, organize the garage, mow the lawn, wack all the weeds and take out the garbage. They can wait, he decides as he keeps his place in the kitchen and watches as his step sister continues on with her chores. Chews on his lip as she uses the scrunchie on her wrist to tie her hair up in a bun. She starts by cleaning off the counters, putting everything back in its place before she takes her place at the sink. A smirk spreads across his lips and he crowds behind her, places his hands on the counter to cage her in.

Pamela tilts her head, doesn’t look at him but exposes her neck like she’s expecting something. Billy takes these movements slow and calculated. He doesn’t want to scare her off, but then again, he’s sure Pamela is playing the same game he is. He laughs, soft as he towers over her. His breath fans over her neck and Pamela’s skin pricks with goosebumps as she wets the sponge. Squirts dish liquid on it before she finally speaks up, “Can I help you?”

Billy purses his lips, closes the gap between Pamela’s ass and his crotch as he tells her, “Just making sure you’re doing a good job is all.”

She snorts but continues cleaning the dishes and maybe Billy’s imagining it but he thinks he feels her push her ass back against him. So he grabs her waist, holds her steady and presses his lips against her exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. Just to feel her warm skin. Rolls his hips slow, testing before moving his hands to feel up her sides. Swooping forward and cupping her breasts in his palms.

He kneads them in his hands, shamelessly rolling his hips and Pamela elicits the prettiest little sound. A moan if Billy’s not mistaken and it makes him greedy. Slams his hips forward, grinding against her ass in those tiny shorts while he gropes at her tits. Pamela drops the silverware and sponge, gripping onto the edge of the counter as she pants.

“See what you’re doing to me?” Billy asks against her ear, rocking his hips forward again. Making sure she can feel the way his cocks hard in his basketball shorts. “Walking around in that shit… dressed like a fucking slut,” he pants, “Tryna get my attention, huh?”

“Billy,” she gasps, a whine of a thing.

He pulls her top up, just enough to expose her tits and gets his hands back on them. Pinches her nipples, rutting against her like the pathetic little perv he is.

“Billy.. we— ah, we can’t,” he babbles out, but she’s still grinding back against him.

“We can’t what?” he grunts out, nose bushing against her temple.

“Do this,” Pamela replies, hands moving to reach for his wrists. “It’s wrong.”

Billy knows it’s wrong. That’s part of why he can’t stop thinking about her like this.

But she’s right. This was probably far enough. He pulls away, looks down at her as she turns. Her pretty face all flushed. And he acts kind of like a child, stomping away to his room and slamming his door. Just to lean against it and shove his shorts down, get his cock out and wrap his hand around it.

“Fuck,” he whines, closing his eyes and imagines his step sister on her knees in front of him. “Oh, you slut,” he whispers, lips twisting up as he plays out this fantasy. Fucks his fist hard and fast, cumming with her name on his lips.

#billy request #billy Hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x fem!oc #Billy x Pamela #SITMWY #tw stepcest #stepcest cw

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romantique-dreams · 2 years

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IT'S GONNA KILL ME - E.M

summary: your parents just happened to not be home, and hawkins' infamous sex-god needed an outlet for his anger, but pink rooms and relationships were not his thing.

wc: 3.8k

it's gonna kill me vol. 2 (here)

warnings: 18+ minors dni! spit kink, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, fwb (kinda), fuckboy/mean!eddie, making out, dom(ish)!eddie, creampie, masturbation (m&f), nipple play, petnames. that's all i can think of, but please let me know if you find more!

You could sense the way every time you would give Eddie a kiss, his body would go rigid. It wasn’t hard to ignore—he didn’t like physical touch when it came to purposeful intimacy. It was a routine for the both of you though; you’d meet wherever he saw fit, went inside, laid on the picnic table, leaned against the stall door, or sprawled out on the floor of his van. You would fuck like rabid animals, swap each others stash, and go your different ways. You were almost positive his heart was ripped from his chest. It was possible his core could have been filled with cement, with each ventricle plugged, or nerve endings severed to prevent the dreadful emotions from slipping in or out.

“Where are we meeting tonight, hot stuff?” You sniggered over the other end of the phone.

“God dammit, how about you not call me that, yeah? And, well, my uncle is home.”

Eddie hated pet names outside of making you feel good during sex.

Your eyebrows pulled together while thinking of something. He was going to hate this. “You’ve never been to my house, what about here?”

“No can do,” his vowels were drawled out, “Pink, girly rooms, not my thing. Major turn off. Besides, your family is way too into each other, ‘makes me sick.”

“Dude, get over yourself. Do you want to get your rocks off, or what? My parents aren’t home, I’m alone, no one will even see you pull into my driveway. I’m plenty far enough away from the main road.”

Eddie’s entire being shuddered thinking of being caught with you, and having to go through the ‘is this your boyfriend?’ conversation.

The line was silent until Eddie muttered under his breath.

“Alright, fine. I’ll just come there.” He hung up.

“Love you too, sweetcheeks,” you sneered and slammed the phone down onto the receiver.

Eddie went as far as shaving. He had a sex-god reputation among the girls in Hawkins, and there was no way he was going to lose that title due to being unshaven on one of the worst weeks of his life. He splashed some aftershave along his jawline, and rubbed some on the freshly shaven skin below his belt, a hiss escaping between his teeth. He dressed himself in a black and white flannel, the top two buttons undone, his mane framing his face and cascading down his back, with his infamous bulge-hugging black jeans. Regardless of anyone wanting to admit it at Hawkins, he was some goddamn eye candy. The metalhead placed himself in the driver seat of his van, he ruffled his flannel, and smoothed down the collar. He started his van, and drove off.

You had dressed yourself into a tight tank top that accentuated the apex of your breasts just right, and pulled your hair to the crown of your head in a ponytail held up by a tattered scrunchie that was tradition to use while sucking him off. It was in no time that he was pulling up to your driveway, hearing him stroll down the winding trail that led to a hidden house away in the woods.

You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose. You could feel it again. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was going to be different than any other time, it was merely a routine—each position and touch just another item checked off on the list. You and Eddie were each other's relief. While others meditated, you guys fucked.

You gathered yourself, picking up all the sentiment that had seeped out onto the floor beneath. “”Sup, bitch?”

“Just here to fuck your brains out, I guess.” Eddie shoved his hands in his front pockets.

“You should try taking a girl on a date first, sheesh.” You stepped out of the way and bent down, signifying royalty entering your humble abode.

“Um, how about try shutting the fuck up?” He snipped back towards you while kicking his shoes off. “You know I don’t do that, I like getting to the point. Less hassle, less attachment, freedom.”

“How do you even keep a girl around? Going on a date and actually having fun isn’t that barbaric to you, is it?”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing. “Let’s just say my skills make up for lack thereof in the dating department, ‘kay? And are you trying to go on a date, or are you trying to come? Because right now it seems like you want me to take you out and spend my hard earned money selling to minors on you. You gettin’ all mushy on me? Do I need to end this?”

You shrugged with a sly smirk. “Believe whatcha’ want to believe, honey. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eddie was taken aback. Was he really making that up because he wanted to, or did it just seem like you wanted to?

He took a slight step towards you with his mouth pressed into a firm line, his jaw clenching tightly as the muscles moved under his pale skin. “Can you stop with the pet names, for the love of god?”

“Mmm—, I’ll think about it.” You shot him a finger towards him and then scratched your chin with a half-assed pondering look on your face.

“You piss me off, you know that?”

“It’s what I do best, right?”

You were putting up a facade that didn’t feel like you, clearly. You enjoyed the banter between the both of you, but sometimes you wanted it to be laced with something for one another. You just wanted him to have some sort of care in the world, the smallest hope wanting it to be for you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You tell me all of the time, can’t forget.”

“So, are you going to show me to your bedroom, or are we just going to sit here holding our dicks in our hands?” He peered at you, sticking his head out with an annoyed look.

“Well, considering you’re the guest and all, and I’m a nice host,” you jabbed his chest with your finger that was still hanging in the air. “I was going to ask if you wanted water or anything, but you can’t wait to get into my pants, so I’m assuming you aren’t thirsty.”

Eddie’s wall faltered, a brick crumbling and dropping to the ground. He stepped back from you while he fiddled with the metal around his fingers. You were just trying to be nice, that’s all, but all he could do was take his anger out onto you at the end of a long week. Wayne was on his ass, business at school was slow, and the shop had a month's wait that was filled with cars needing to be fixed.

“I mean I could use some water, sure.” He was quick with his words and rounded the couch next to the entryway of your house.

“Alright, I’ll be right back, ‘kay? Don’t get too impatient.”

His wall was reconstructed and his posture firmed. The couch was too hard, it was too sterile in here, it looked like no one even lived in here. His hands rubbed up and down his upper thighs, too uncomfortable to lean back. He was out of his element. These events never happened anywhere but his house. He didn’t have the comfort of his home to be able to keep up the crassness of his persona.

You scurried yourself off to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, hair trailing behind you as you turned the corner. You began to realize the neverending roller coaster of emotions you had purchased a ticket to when you first endeavored in this risque escapade with Eddie. He gave you whiplash with his constant demeanor changes and his vulgar words.

You were quick to return to the living room with the glass of water in hand. You stopped in the doorway noticing his unyielding silhouette, he was sticking out like a sore thumb in your living room that was littered with family memorabilia. Eddie had told you once a small snippet of past life; the desolation of it all as his mom worked countless nights at the hospital, while his dad was out doing ‘business deals’, or so he told him. You could do nothing but hurt for him as he opened up to you. Although you were both stoned out of your minds, you appreciated the small intimate moment you’d cherish between the two of you. It had been the only occurrence, yet all you tried to do was get to know him from then on, and he never budged.

“Alright, order up!” You slid him the glass of water across the coffee table.

“Yeah, thank—,” He began monotonously.

“You’re welcome my kind sir.” You bent before him and curtsied.

Eddie was quick to gulp down some of his water as you sat down next to him, setting the cup down after with a content exhale. He was still sitting upright, his back never touching the sofa behind him. This was not him, nor will it ever be. He didn’t do the cordial conversations in the living room, or the witty flirtatious remarks, or the talking stage in the first place. He was there to liberate all of his pent up emotions into you and get out. You were his release, merely but a short hour of his day.

You were quick to place yourself next to him with a raised brow. “Why do you look like you have an actual stick up your ass right now?”

Eddie turned to you and glared as he gestured between the two of you. “Because this shit is stupid, that’s why. I don’t want to be here longer than it takes to fuck you. Get in, get out. That’s all I’m here for, so can we get this show on the road?”

Your heart twinged within your chest. Was it really that bad to actually spend some time together without fucking your brains out? Was it oh so terrible to not be around you without your tits out? Those were questions that were meant to be left unanswered, unaccounted for; because in all honesty you couldn’t stomach the actual truth.

You clicked your tongue against your teeth and motioned towards the stairs. “Yeah, you’re right. C’mon, my room is upstairs.”

You briskly walked away, leaving a scrambling Eddie behind you as he followed to your bedroom. Without hesitation you slammed the door behind you, immediately removing your clothes from your body. Your blood was boiling, pumping hot beneath your skin and fuelling the fire that was burning. You grabbed Eddie by his broad shoulders while your fingernails dug into the fabric hanging off of them and stood him in front of you, following by undoing each button on his flannel. Your jaw was tightened and your eyebrows were low, pupils growing in size from the anger that resonated within you.

Eddie looked down at you quizzically, both hands beside him in the air to surrender. He didn’t mind the idea, but your abruptness startled him. You never took initiative when it came to starting these moments, but he wasn’t complaining.

You continued on with your mission; unbuttoning his pants next and removing them, completely taking his flannel off of his slender body. You were already shirtless and pantless by now, only remaining in your bra and underwear. You placed both of your hands onto his bare chest and shoved him down onto the bed, straddling him instantaneously. Your bra was gone within seconds as you ground your hips down onto his confined length, slotting your mouth above his. Hot, sweet breath was fanning against his cheeks as you stared at him with intensity. Eddie was the first to connect your lips together, with each eager kiss ending in you both gasping for air.

“Goddamn, baby, what’s got you all riled up?”

First he’s mean, now pet names?

“You, asshole,” you spat at him as you slid your hand into his boxers, only after you spit into your hand. Your anger was evident in every movement you made.

A sharp inhale was heard from Eddie as your velvety hand that was slick with spit connected with his now swollen cock, precum beading at the tip. You gave him quick pumps to his mid-shaft as you could feel it twitch beneath while your hand grazed the under ridge of his head. His head was thrown back, his hair cascading down to either side of his while his Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp he took. A carnal instinct was building within Eddie’s aura, he attached his lips to yours once more, savoring the sweet flavor of your saliva against his taste buds.

Eddie wasn’t about to be the one taken control of. You made him come to your house, you made him come into your room, you were the one making him only think about you. He flipped the both of you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he pinned both wrists down against your duvet cover.

“I’m going to set the record straight for ‘ya—,” He paused as his hair tumbled down to cast a shadow over your features, “I’m in charge, not you. It’s bad enough we’re at your house, in your room, got it?”

You were quick to submit, curtly nodding up at him, lips forming into a pout.

“Good, wasn’t taking no for an answer anyways.” He shrugged, pulling your bottom half to the edge of the bed.

Eddie was quick to have his hands on you, making sure to let his hot touch linger on your skin. He danced his fingers down your side, harsh squeezes being made to each malleable part you held, sure to leave imprints in your delicate skin. Your lip was pulled between your teeth and you exhaled short breaths through your nose. He continued his expedition down to your puffy core with one slender digit trailing up between your folds and collecting your arousal. He replaced his now slick finger with two others rubbing abrupt circles into your clit, his other finger slipping between his lips and releasing with a pop.

“Y’taste so fucking sweet, ‘ya know that, baby?” He cooed, a harsh contrast to his actions.

Your legs squirmed beneath him and your eyes shut tightly as crinkle lines formed by your lash line. Your body was jerking with each of Eddie’s swipes over your bud, electricity shooting to the end of each neuron in your brain. There was one thing about Eddie you couldn’t deny, when he said his skills in bed made up for where he was lacking, he wasn’t wrong. He was so good at making someone feel good. He knew just what made you give yourself up to him, and what left you wanting more. He could read you like a book, and had memorized each word with sticky notes next to each quirk that made you come in an instant.

While his left hand was working his other had traveled to your throat, fingers wrapping around to the nape of your neck. The veins in your neck were bulging and you could feel the air becoming harder and harder to breathe, your air supply was being cut off now. Eddie could feel your rapid pulse that was bounding beneath his calloused hand, a smirk of satisfaction resonating on his lips. Your climax was building, but interrupted by his fingers sliding into you with an embarrassingly wet squelch.

The metalhead's fingers slammed into you with force, the edges of his fingertips were curled to graze the spongy spot with each entrance and exit. Your eyes were now rolled to the back of your head and your jaw went slack, mouth dropping down to touch your chest as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Gasps and chokes for air, slapping skin, and your arousal being spread beneath you were the only sounds heard in the room.

Positions were eventually switched and Eddie was soon enough plunging his aching cock inside of you. You swallowed him whole, each thrust inwards being met with a clench of your slicked walls.

“God, you’re so fucking warm, fuck—,” Eddie cooed, pussy drunk already.

This was one thing you had over him. Your whole being when you were intimate had him intoxicated, so inebriated to the point you could get him to do anything for you. You wanted him to eat you out? Done. You want him to finger you a certain way? Done. Whatever it was, he was at your beck and call. You knew you were special compared to the other girls, the way he paid extra attention to all your curves and delicacies, but also sold to you for free on the side. You were higher on the totem pole compared to the groupies who hung around The Hideout.

Eddie’s thrusts picked up in pace and depth, giving your cervix slight kisses with each dive into you. Your lips attacked the soft alabaster skin of his neck while your nails did a number on his back—scraping harshly, leaving puffy trails of red behind. Little did anyone know it, but you owned him. You always made sure to leave marks, whether that be just for you to see, or others.

“Shit, baby. Y’gonna leave me lookin’ like a leper when I show up to school tomorrow,” he grumbled against your neck, syllables emphasized by his plunges.

“That’s okay, god damn—, that’s fine. Gotta let them know I’m your favorite,” you hissed through your teeth, whimpers trailing behind.

Eddie’s smirk glistened in the dim light of your room and he nipped at your neck. “You caught me there, you feel so fucking good compared to anyone else, mhm.”

Your orgasm was rising in your lower stomach, only noticeable from the immense heat flowing throughout your body, while pleasure kissed each overstimulated neuron. Your muscles were tensing; all the way from your calves to your jaw, the skin above going rigid. As Eddie continued his relentless pace your hands were entangled in the mess he called his hair, harsh tugs ensuing after.

Eddie had come to the decision to really set you ablaze beneath him. His ring clad hand found its way around your neck once again, only applying pressure to the sides, making sure to be careful of not cutting off your airflow too much. How considerate. His mouth attached to your pebbled nipples, and gently rolled them between his two front teeth, while contrasting with brutal bites to the supple surrounding skin. He finished with his free hand moving to your clit, the sad, pitiful bundle of nerves that ached for him.

It wasn’t long before you were overstimulated. “Eddie, ‘s a lot, c’mon,” you choked out.

“Ah-ah, what did I say? I make the rules tonight sweetheart, fuck‒,” he grunted with a particularly gruff thrust into you. “I came here, this is my night. Do you understand?”

His words were succeeded with a splat of saliva from Eddie that landed on your tongue. You were quick enough to savor his taste sucking on the remnants dancing on your tastebuds. Something about him tonight seemed so primal, so salacious. You couldn’t help but succumb to him and nod your head.

“Thatta girl.” His pace accelerated significantly to the point you were sure he was tearing you in half.

He raised an eyebrow towards you and released his hand from your throat to snatch your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. “You’re gonna let go for me in just a second when I tell you to, okay? I want you to come so hard on my fucking cock while I come inside of you. I’m gonna let you have all of my sweet stuff, and make you all sticky and shit. Y’gonna feel so fucking dirty, ‘mkay?”

All you could do was nod, you were desperate. You were already robbed of your first orgasm, and each thrust of his was bringing you closer to the brink of your release. It was becoming painful, tears brimming at the bottom of your eyes. You had known from experience what it was like to come when Eddie had told you not to.

Eddie replaced your newfound necklace, his hand, and smirked. He had already angled your hips slightly upwards so your bottom was off of the bed, and your spongy spot was being hit with a relentless amount of force. Lewd sounds were filling the room—nothing but slicked symphonies and desperate whines were to be heard, and Eddie was the director of it all. Surely it was the most sinful orchestra you had listened to.

With each dive into you, your breasts recoiled and your eyes screwed shut. A layer of sweat was visible now as small droplets formed at your temples and above your lip. You could feel it. Your orgasm was approaching and you were hoping to god his was too, practically praying on your hands and knees to have some sort of relief. It was as though angels were singing to you when you finally heard him speak.

“Go ahead, baby, come for me,” he gasped out as his own release came.

Your body jerked as the wave of consolation consumed you. With toes curling, hands ripping at the sheets beneath you, walls convulsing, and your back arching you were letting out the unholiest of sounds. Wetness pooled beneath you while Eddie’s potent seed covered your gummy walls.

Eddie’s hips slammed into you a few more times until he was hopelessly rocking into your sticky hole, the both of you riding out your orgasms. He fell completely forward while small wisps of his mane tickled your neck. He let out a shudder and slowly pulled himself from inside of you.

“Good, huh?” He chuckled and laid himself down next to you, a content sigh coming after.

“It was mediocre.”

This wasn’t a common occurrence for Eddie after your visits. He never laid down next to you, instead he was lighting up and ushering you out the front door as soon as you were dressed.

He looked over at you, bewilderment covering his soft features while he slid closer. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“Great catch, smart one,” you quipped as you rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t mind blowing, ‘ya know? I have high standards after all.”

“As if you’ve ever been with anyone besides me,” he grinned. “Your standards are literally me, idiot.”

“Whatever.”

Eddie stood himself up from the bed, legs a bit wobbly as he carried himself over to your vanity. He bent down to inspect the damage done to his neck and back, gently tracing his fingers over the love bites that were beginning to form.

“Looks like I’ll only be exclusively seeing you for the next week, my dear. Can’t have my other babes knowing I let you give me these, no one gets to mark me up.”

Did he just say that?

There was a strange feeling residing in Eddie, he wasn’t sure what it was. Did you just break through to him? There was no way you had steam rolled the wall he built for himself when he was around you. It was secure, strong, fortified with every emotion blocker known to himself. Was it really all that bad?

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb as he let out a shaky exhale.

There was no way Eddie could possibly indulge himself in this mess, he couldn’t. Relationships weren’t his thing, or were they?

a/n: this was a whole process of writing, i apologize if it isn't my best! i have been very busy and mentally ill LMFAO. i hope everyone enjoys it tho! i'm very insecure about this one hahahads. i went through and proofread it myself, so i'm hoping there are no mess ups, but if there are please feel free to let me know! likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

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esmedelacroix · 7 months

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"And the way you cut your hair,"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

“I hate the way you talk to me," ← previous part

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As much as you'd hoped Miguel wouldn’t be roped back into his old habits of working like he needed it to live, he did. He would come home late, and leave the house early.

You would wait for him to get in bed but fall asleep cold and alone while he worked in his study. He would drown himself in all this unnecessary work and research whenever something personal or work-related was plaguing him.

You gave him space but it had been a while since you had seen him. Outside of already having to go on missions, he was hunched in his study making whatever gizmos or gadgets he thought of. It had been almost a month and you only saw Miguel two times a week, always in his office sleeping at his desk.

You were fed up with not being able to see him and 'giving him his space'. You barged into his office where he was working on a new suit. There were all sorts of reports, open books, scrap pieces, and nails scattered on the ground. The only light illuminating the room was his screens that were hanging around.

The low buzz of all the machines and monitors was the only sound that could be detected other than Miguel's breath hitching whenever he accidentally poked himself with the needle.

Miguel had dark circles under his eyes. His glasses sat on his nose and a toothpick was lodged in his mouth. He had a slight stubble growing but one thing really caught your eye and that was his hair. Which was tied up into a slick man bun. A man bun?! You thought to yourself in shock. As much as you hated to see him in this state, you loved this look on him.

His head shot up, eyes following you as you walked over to him dodging any of the nails on the ground. "Miguel, this is getting out of hand," you sighed as you plopped down next to him.

He put the suit and needle down and turned to you. "I know, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to burden you with my problems," he sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes.

"Oh my god, Miguel?! I'm your girlfriend. It hurts me more when you don't tell me what's going on," you insisted, almost laughing at the thought of him burdening you because of opening up.

That night you dragged Miguel out of his study and ran a bath for him. He stepped out of the bathroom while you were reading a book on your bed already in the sheets waiting for him. He had a towel wrapped around his hips displaying his v-line and his slutty little waist. That wasn't even what made you go wild. It was his hair. He didn't go for a haircut in ages and his wet hair was now draped over his face a bit.

It was longer than it usually was. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair and flipped it a bit. You most likely soiled your panties right then and there.

He put on some boxers and sweats and got into bed with you. You noticed that he was using one of your Sanrio scrunchies to tie his hair. You didn't know that Miguel with a man bun was something that you needed biblically until now. "What? Should I cut it?" Miguel asked, feeling your eyes on him.

"No! No, I don't mind it," you said trying to play off your sudden outburst.

"Okay..." he smirked as wrapped his arms around you. You giggled as he tickled your neck with kisses. You had finally calmed down and lay on the bed together.

"I missed this," he sighed.

"Promise me you'll talk to me next time you feel like you're entering a slump. Let me be your support system," she whispered as she played with the loose strands of his hair as the pale moonlight shone on them through the window.

"I promise," he whispered as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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next part → "I hate the way you drive my car,"

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carolmunson · 1 year

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love language five

another sunday another slay -- ft. dad!eddie love language blurbies are back in action -- again, these are just vingettes into a relationship with eddie no chronological timeline, no story -- just mini moments

love language set list

the cry is quiet on the monitor, wayne says he cries just like eddie used to. you both stir under your comforter, neither one of you running on much more than fumes while the baby sleep trains. you both know you're supposed to let him self soothe, but every time -- eddie caves.

"hm," you hum while you push up a bit onto your forearms.

"hm," he says sleepily, rubbing your back to keep you in bed while you feel him start to move. he presses a kiss to your temple before sitting on the edge of the mattress and rubbing his swollen eyes. he sniffs loudly, a sound that makes your shoulders hunch up to your ears before you sink back into the warm sea of your blankets -- the blue blackness of the room. the hum of the fan resettling you while he gets off the bed and heads to the small storage room turned nursery -- 'we'll get a place with two bedrooms before he's one, i promise baby. i'll get us out of here.'

eddie takes the scrunchie he stole of yours from around his wrist to pull his hair back. nothing quite like the pain of sticky baby fingers wrapped up in your tresses when you want nothing more than to go back to sleep. eddie pouts back at him when he opens the door, seeing his wet tear stained face in the dark through the bars of his crib. "shh, shh," he eases in softly, shutting the door behind him so the dim light from the hallway doesn't shine in. the night light teases a warm yellow glow in the corner -- his eyes adjusting enough to see his son reach for him with grabby hands. a grin pulls on his lips -- his boy. "c’mere little guy," he coos quietly, hoisting him up out of the crib and onto his hip, he checks for anything physical -- no cuts or scrapes, diaper is dry, pajamas untwisted. he pulls the baby close to his chest, feeling his little nose bury into his neck. eddie chuckles airly, letting his free hand run over the boy's small sprouts of hair while he bounces him up and down, soft 'choo, choo, choo's whisper through the tiny room while he does. the soft cries continue into his neck, spit starting to gather at the top of his shoulder. eddie sighs in the darkness of the room, rubbing his back. “think you’re hungry,” he mumbles, taking him to the kitchen. eddie was surprised at how often and how much the baby would eat during his feedings, guilt sliding over his face when he asked you if maybe he’s been overfed.

it was painful for wayne to explain to eddie that what he thinks is overfeeding is just what regular homes would call normal feeding. babies were supposed to be chubby, big cheeks and bellies, rolls in their thighs. and boy did wayne’s grandson have so many rolls. ‘you should start callin’ him pillsbury, son.’ the kitchen glows green when he turns the light on over the oven, keeping the big light off in case the baby decides to fall back asleep. one handed skills show themselves off to no one while eddie perfectly scoops out enough formula into the donald duck printed bottle on the counter. ounces became easy to measure in dark corners before he met you, so loading up four ounces of warm water without looking was nothing. another quiet cry mixes with the low buzz of the oven light and eddie’s eyes shoot over to the partially open door of the bedroom at the end of the hall. he listens for your footsteps but they don’t come and that’s okay. you’ve really needed this sleep.

"almost ready," he murmurs softly, kissing the top of his head. he screws the top on and shakes it to mix, sleep still tugging at his eyes while the baby squirms against his chest. he shifts, another one arm wonder of laying him down across the length of his forearm, head in the crook of his elbow. his son looks up at him with big brown eyes that match his own, expanding his baby world with recognition, admiration. his boy. "there we go," he sighs with relief. baby had gotten good at holding the bottle himself, but tired eyes up at eddie's let him know that he wouldn't be able to. the bottle almost drops, eddie making a face to catch it that makes a loud peal of laughter escape your son's lips. “oh is that funny? giving daddy a heart attack?” he coos in a whisper. the squeaks and squeals get a little louder and eddie looks toward the part way open door again, darkness looking back at him. another few bounces and he makes the decision to step outside into the summer air, sitting on the old leather couch he put outside of the trailer before he met you. he looks down at his son, hands reaching toward the bottle while his eyes lull a bit as it’s eased into his mouth. eddie sighs again, the soft sucking mixing in with the sounds outside – crickets hiding in the brush, the way the warm breeze shifts the trees around the park and down the street. the stars aren’t out tonight, they aren’t really any more – too many lights outside in the park, street lights fogging up the shine. they weren’t out the way they were when he was a kid, but every few days eddie tells you about how the baby will know all the constellations before he’s ten. he’ll take him on all the camping trips that his dad never took him on, all the nights in a tent that wayne was too tired to do. he’d teach him how to use the big dipper to find his way home, to find orion’s belt, to look up every once and a while.

despite the stars, the moon shone bright tonight. a spotlight on the two of them on the couch while everyone else slept. the humid air hugs his skin while he watches his son drink, big baby eyes getting heavy, and thinks about how the moon is seeing him do the thing his daddy never did. but his momma would take him outside on nights like this, right before bed, have him look up at the moon with her and just sing. he finishes his bottle in record time and doesn’t even spit up when he burps. eddie eases him back down into the crook of his arm, settling the empty bottle next to his thigh. his bare back starts to stick to the leather in the warm air, baby yawns but his eyes are still bright even while half open. his tiny hand reaching up to wrap his sticky fingers around his dad’s index as he slides it over his soft chubby cheek. eddie swallows the lump in his throat while he looks down at his baby with glassy eyes. he looks up and baby follows suit, eyes shining under the pale blue glow. eddie starts to sing – slow and warm like the air around them: “i see the moon, the moon sees me, the moon sees the ones, that i wanna see…” “that’s you and mommy,” he explains, thumb smoothing over his pudgy hand. low giggles bubble from him while his finger ends up in his son’s drooly mouth. eyes half closed, breathing steady. “so god bless the moon, and god bless me, and god bless the ones, that i wanna see…”

eddie keeps him there for a few moments, rocking him softly until his eyes shut all the way. he eases his hand away, humming the song over while they get back into the trailer, air conditioning hugging his warm sticky skin and he quietly shuts the storm door. the house is quiet with night. he clicks off the yellow-green light of the oven, the buzzing falling way to just the fan and ac unit humming in the house. the low rumble of the humming makes his son dead weight in his arms, he huffs a quiet laugh. baby gets laid back down in his crib, pressed like a flower with kisses before eddie leaves the nursery. you don’t even stir as he crawls back into bed with you, too lost in a dream, too far away. your form as slack and cozy as your son’s down the hall – sleepy trailer, the napping house. eddie curls up against you, arm wrapping around your soft and warm body that made your family into three five months ago. he kisses your shoulder while you sleep, your slow breaths lulling him into safety. he looks up between the part in the curtains where the moon shines down on him – his old friend. “so god bless the moon, and god bless me,” he whispers. “and god bless the ones, that i wanna see.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x y/n #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie

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eunsoek · 2 years

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MAKING OUT ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

ft haechan, jaemin

mark, renjun

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HAECHAN was an absolute nuisance sometimes: most of the time. From when you cooked to even when you were asleep, he’d always find some way to bug you. You didn’t have time for his antics, with finals week reducing you to the verge of tears, you currently needed your textbook more than you needed his attention. But it seemed like your boyfriend had a sixth sense for choosing the worst, most inconvenient times and situations, and you not paying him attention only fuelled his ambition.

“Haechan - stop it,” you wipe at the wet, sloppy kiss Haechan delivered on your cheek. Turning to him, you slam your highlighter down onto your desk and glare up at the boy who was the source of your disturbance. However, you should’ve seen his smirk, as he takes your distracted state as an opportunity and bends down to kiss you.

Placing his hand firmly behind your head, he kisses you deeply, and you feel him smile as you wrap your arms around his neck. His other hand comes down to rest on your chair, and draws circles on your skin, travelling dangerously close to your inner thighs. Haechan tastes sweet, and his touch is warm, and it’s so easy to get lost in his embrace.

You feel his fingers twist and untie your scrunchie, your hair falling onto your neck as his hand works its way through the strands, only to collect the hair into his fist and pull so your head stretches back and your neck is in perfect reach. “You smell so good” he whispers, nose running down to your collarbone, “wearing the perfume I got you, hmm?” His kisses on your neck are electrifying, tickling you in the best way, leaving you pleading for more. You wanted, needed, all of his attention now.

JAEMIN loved hearing your laughter, seeing you beam up at him as he tickled your sides was the best sight to him. You lay on the floor, his attacks rendering you helpless as he traps you between the plush rug and himself. His thighs straddle around you with his hand holding both your wrists above your head.

“Jae- stop!” Your breaths come out uneven as laughs interrupt your words. And miraculously, he listens, if only for a second. He smiles contently at you, halting his taunts, and his eyes cheekily bead down. The next thing you know, he captures your lips with his and this thighs tighten their hold around your hips.

Jaemin lets go of his grip on your wrists, bringing his hand under the hem of your (his) hoodie to rest on your waist. Feeling you shudder from his cool touch, Jaemin breaks the kiss to laugh softly, only to go back and kiss you more feverishly.

You feel dizzy; Jaemin is so close that his smell is intoxicating and his touch is thrilling. He sighs lowly as your fingers tug at his hair, and he pulls away slowly, softly biting your bottom lip. He smirks as he does so, watching you to chase his lips, desperate to continue kissing him.

#nct x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #nct imagines #nct fluff #lee donghyuck x reader #na jaemin x reader #nct scenarios

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miyuhpapayuh · 3 months

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“Oh, my head—”

“Shut that up, woman.” Leon cuts Zora’s dramatics off, lightly thumping her nose. She laughs, flicking his hand away.

“Yeah, yeah. My head may be fine, but the rest of me,” she snorts, tucking one of her hands behind her head, getting comfy in the king size bed.

“That's why I'm gonna draw you a bath, silly.”

“Ugh, he does love me.” She sings, giggling at the many kisses he plants on her lips and face.

“More than life, cupcake.” A single kiss is pressed to her nose and he's disappearing into the adjoining bathroom to get the water going.

Sliding down in the bed, Zora sighs and stretches her limbs, sore as they are, and runs her hands over her poofy hair. It would be nice if she could find a ponytail holder.

Looking to her right, she squints from the loss of her contacts, at the sight of the pretty pale yellow sun high in the sky, the swirls of gray clouds make it that much prettier.

A yelp of surprise leaves her as Leon scoops her up from her warm place in the sheets, carrying her directly into the steamy, rose littered bath.

“Aw, how cute is this!” She coos, looking up at him once they're seated, leaning in for a few sweet kisses.

“Anything for you, sugar lumps.” He says, kissing her lips a few more times, before pulling her hair up away from the water.

“Thanks, I couldn't find my scrunchie or anything,”

Drying his hands on the towel closest to them, he flashes her his left wrist, making her gasp at the black elastic band around it.

“Where was it?”

He chuckles, pointing to the counter in front of them. “I think you left it in here at some point, last night.”

“Jesus,” she mumbles, sighing as he gently rakes his fingers through her hair, pulling it into a high, messy bun.

A couple strands fall wayward, leaving him twirling them around his finger.

“When’s checkout time?” She asks, linking their wet fingers together.

“Uh.. twelve, I believe.” He answers, kissing her shoulder as she leans into him.

“Good. More time to soak all of this up. Nique said Valentine's been meowing more than usual.” She says, closing her eyes, stretching and cracking her toes.

“Aw, she lasted longer than I thought.”

“Same,” she laughs, “gotta get her a treat.”

“Oh lord,” he chuckles, peeking down at her as she quiets down.

“You falling asleep on me, girl?”

“Mmm, maybe?”

“Always my sleepyhead,” he laughs, once more, pressing a kiss to the side of her face.

“Sorry, it's just so cozy… I can't help it.” She yawns, drawing a pattern on a hand that's splayed across her belly.

“It's okay,” he assures, “cause you gotta stay up for the rest of the day, anyway.”

“Why?” She asks, popping one eye open.

“V-day misses mama, that's why.”

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“Her custom collar is on its way!” She sings, shoving her phone towards Leon so he could see it.

Bright orange with black hearts, gold nameplate with Valentine carved into it with a tiny heart in the corner.

“How cute,” he snickers, “she's spoiled, already.”

“As she should be! Isn't it so cute?! I know you said it was, but say it again!” She blurts out, laughing at herself before he has the chance.

“Baby, calm down,” he chuckles, rubbing her knee as she bounces her leg in excitement.

“It's very cute. ‘S gonna match her fur real nice.”

She pinches his cheek and settles back beside him, just as Valentine jumps into her lap to curl up.

“I love when she does this,” she coos, rubbing her soft fur.

Her purring had become Zora’s new favorite thing in an instant. It was its strongest when she'd rub between her ears.

Leon fondly shakes his head, before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“What's for lunch, chef?” Zora snickers.

“Ha. I was thinking about a club sandwich? I won't put tomatoes on yours, I know how you feel about ‘em.”

“Aw, you know me! That sounds so delicious, actually.” She nods.

“See? Great minds,” he points between them for emphasis, making her laugh.

“Want me to help you with anything?”

“Yes. Stay put and play with v-day.” He winks.

She playfully rolls her eyes, mumbling an okay before looking down at her new orange companion.

“You're like Garfield, but so much cuter,” picking her up, she holds her closer to her face, cooing as she reaches out to nuzzle against her cheek.

“Yep. So much cuter!”

After a quick cat nap for them both, the smell of bacon sent Zora toward her dining table where her plate was waiting.

“Oh man, that looks delicious!” She says as her stomach rumbles.

“I hope you love it, bae.”

Quickly washing her hands, she rejoins Leon at the table to finally chow down.

“Did you make homemade fries??” She asks, staring at the thick cut fries on her plate.

“Yeah,” he grins proudly, “I definitely took a trip to the store while y'all were knocked. It just sounded so good. They're the perfect golden I've been tryna get ‘em to, too.”

“Aw,” Zora snickers, pinching his cheek, “you are the cutest chef alive! Did you take a picture??”

“You know I did! I even did a lil video, showing me cutting them up, frying the bacon, plating everything..” he nods, still grinning.

“Throw it on tiktok or something! I bet the people would eat it up!”

“Yeah, I honestly thought about it. But I'm still trying to get all my ideas together for my next career move, so I'll table that for now. Keep it on the top of my stack.” He winks.

Thanking god the redness in her face was hidden, she grabs a half of her sandwich and bites into it, eyes closing at the taste.

“Mmm,” she hums, grabbing a fry next to dip in the aioli sauce, then another one, then taking another bite of her sandwich, all while Leon watches in pure happiness.

“I take it, you're enjoying it,” he says, biting into his own sandwich.

“The thoughts I'm thinking right now are so unholy,” she pauses to lick her fingers, “all because of you and this food!”

He raises a brow at her, to which she responds by raising both back at him.

“What you tryna do, then?” He asks with a chuckle.

She giggles, dipping another fry into the sauce and tossing it into her mouth.

“Better be glad vday ain't so sleepy yet,” Leon says, smiling at her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I'll get you later, though.” He winks.

She continues to giggle and eat her food, while he heads back into the kitchen to clean up.

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Zora took the brief moment she had to sit down and go through her checklist, thanking god for friends like Nique.

After having the dreaded conversation with Linda and having it go way better than anticipated, she felt better knowing she was scheduled til the end of the month and it could go towards her savings for her project.

She'd sent off prints of her artwork to the Mint museum, attaching her contact info to each one just in case they were interested.

Nique had even encouraged her to use social media to her advantage, especially with her not having much on her instagram, having archived everything but her face.

She posted on her page and story about her art, making sure to specifically hide her story from Leon so her journey could remain a secret for now.

On the move again, she moves toward the door and looks back at Valentine.

“Daddy’ll be here soon.” She says, blowing a kiss before slipping out, locking up, almost skating down the steps to her car.

About ten minutes later, there's three plates of nachos between Zora, Neoma, Lovita and Nique as they catch up at their favorite spot, Mi Pueblo.

“So, Nique and I are currently trying to get my art in the mint museum,” she says, laughing as they gasp.

“I know, I know!”

“Dude!” Lovita reaches over to smack her younger sister’s arm. “That's huge!”

“Yeah! I knew something was up!”

“Did you really? Cause Zora said y'all wouldn't catch on!” Nique points out.

“Heffa,” Neoma sucks her teeth, “when you put your canvases away, that was my first clue cause I wanted to know why, but I never asked, see? I waited for you to tell me!”

Zora giggles. “You did good, Nene!”

“So, what have y'all done so far?”

“I've sent in prints of my artwork, told them I've got the money set aside for any fees! I've joined an art group, too! I meet with them next week! It's mostly women— sistas!”

“Ooh, I'm so excited for you!”

“Me too! Look at you go!”

“What did Leon say??”

“He doesn't know much about it, I'm keeping most of it a secret for now.”

“Awww, he's gonna flip!!”

“I know, I cannot wait!” Zora beams. “But enough about me, what's going on with y'all?”

“Wait, you still gon be waitressin’?” Neoma asks.

“Nah, my last day is the twenty-seventh. I'll miss it.” She sighs.

“Aw, poor Linda's gon’ lose her mind without you!”

“She knows I'll never stray too far! I might ask her for some favors, soon… but, do tell thing one and thing two.”

“Girl,”

“Stay doin’ us. Anyway, I'm getting promoted to head chef since I'm such the cook!” Lovita says, cheesing hard.

“That's amazing! Congratulations!” They applaud.

“Yeah, go you! I knew you could cook more than egg and bologna sandwiches.” Nique jokes, making Lovita laugh and flip her off.

“Thanks, y'all. It was really the boost I needed! It also comes with a FAT bonus!”

“How fat we talkin’?” Zora asks as they all lean in.

“Girl fatter than the Fat Boys!”

They all crack up, falling back in the booth simultaneously, wiping tears from their cheeks.

“That girl ain't got no sense!” Neoma says, still giggling as they calm down.

“Okay giggles, what's new with you?” Zora asks.

“Craig and I just celebrated our three month anniversary last week. He took me to the Cheesecake Factory cause that's my favorite place, I ate my chicken and biscuits! Y'all know how I feel about ‘em!”

“Yes, we know,” Lovita nods, while Zora snickers. “But cute, cute! What else?”

“We shared a slice of Oreo cheesecake and it said happy anniversary on the plate, I'll show y'all in a minute, it was so cute! Then we went inside pandora and he got me another charm for my bracelet, it's this little yellow heart!”

“Awww,” they coo, so happy for their little sister.

“I might not have to hurt him after all,” Nique says, and they fall into another fit of laughter.

“Nique got jokes! I hope she got sumn to spill, too.”

“Oop! Well, of course I do! I'm also quitting my job very soon and going back to school full time!”

“What?” They gasp.

“I can't believe you didn't tell us!” Zora exclaims.

“It was so hard keeping it to myself for this long!” Nique laughs. “It started off as just a thought but then I brought it up to Darnell and he offered to help me with my bills so I can go back and get my degree!”

“What?” They gasp even louder this time.

“That's what I said!!”

“That's a good man, there.” Lovita nods. “He gon pay your rent?”

“Mmmhm! I don't gotta worry about nothing!”

“Must be nice!”

“Damn, I'm scared of you!” Zora laughs.

“You sound like ya damn mama,” Nique cracks.

“We're so happy for you!”

“Shoot, we need another round of nachos or something! We can get drinks this weekend if y'all want though, we still gotta drive home.”

“True, true! Put extra queso on those nachos!”

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“Valentine Jupiter Grey, get DOWN from there!” Leon yells, waving her feather toy around to get her attention.

The orange cat had found her way up on his bookshelf, cozying up in the highest nook, which was also the one of the dustiest. He already knew giving her a bath would be another challenge.

He sighs heavily, looking up at her green eyes peeking down at him. She was not moved by his yelling or his choice of toy.

“So, you're just gonna sit up there?” He asks, as if she was going to answer him.

She just blinked and looked towards the window. He scoffed and sat down in his office chair.

“Talkin’ bout she won't be climbin’ on high surfaces and shit.. vday is on my bookshelf! That mug is eight feet tall, and she's just up there chillin’!”

As if she sensed something was wrong, Zora calls.

He answers on the first ring, immediately filling her in on her new feline friend and her misadventure.

“She what?!”

He turns around to look up at her. Ears pointed as she stared at him, still.

“Mmhm, she's still staring at me… nah, she didn't knock anything over, but what if she falls? She's so tiny and watching her jump up there almost gave me a heart attack!” He laughs.

“Good lord! Okay, I'll be there in like ten minutes, okay? Just keep your eye on her.”

“I got you, get here safe. I love you.”

“I love you, sugar booger.”

Soon, mama’s coming through the unlocked door to scold her precious baby kitty.

“Valentine Jupiter Grey,” she says, coming into the room and looking up at the top of the bookshelf. Her ears were still pointed, but she looked scared now.

“What in the world??” Zora yells.

“My exact words, I swear.”

“Did you try standing in a chair?”

“Uh, they're not sturdy enough to hold me up anymore. I thought about that but I would've gotten hurt.”

“You make enough money to buy new chairs, Leon.”

“I know,” he nods, “I've just been kinda busy, lately.” He says, as his eyes flicker back up to Valentine.

“But,” he continues, “what if I hoist you up on my shoulders? I think you could reach her.”

“Yeah? You sure?” She asks, biting her nail.

“You won't get hurt, I promise.”

“Okay, hold on.” She says, placing her phone and purse on his desk and pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

He chuckles, before squatting down so she can hop on his shoulders. She felt like a little kid as he made sure she was secured and ready for him to stand up.

She swore she fell once he completely stood up, clutching his face carefully not to scratch him, and he tightened his arms around her thighs.

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

“Okay,” she huffs, “Valentine, you better be glad you're worth this panic attack!”

Her soft mewls sound, making Zora frown. Her shaky hands just about reach the shelf where she's sitting.

“Okay, move in a bit closer, I can almost reach her.”

As soon as she can make contact, she pulls her off the shelf into her arms, holding her breath once more, as he lowers her back down to the floor.

“Oh my god,” she heavily sighs, sitting on the floor to stop the spinning in her head. Leon grabs a towel to wrap Valentine in, sitting down too.

“Sorry, I didn't think of it before.”

“It's okay, I didn't either. I'm just glad we got her down. Thank you.”

“Of course, love this lil stinker,” he rubs his thumb between her ears, chuckling at her purring.

“Hard headed, I know.” Zora says, laughing as well.

“Alright, bath time!” He says, before standing up and grabbing Valentine from Zora, pulling her up after.

“I'll get the shampoos! Ooh, I found this papaya scented one– it smells like heaven!”

After bath time and putting a sleepy vday in her cat bed, the couple make dinner and head out on the balcony to enjoy the mildly chilly night air.

“Well I can't reveal anything yet, but I'll just say that I'm finally cracking through the glass ceiling.” Zora says, looking from her sweet boyfriend to the pale moon before her.

“I'm already proud of you.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head. She melts, giggling away.

“Thank you baby!”

“Any time. I also have some things in the works.”

“Do you, now??”

“Mmhm. Sounds like we'll both have something to reveal.”

“I'm loving it, honestly.” She laughs, him joining in.

“Me too, baby. When do you meet with your group again?”

“Tuesday! I'm so excited!” She gushes. “I joined the group chat last night and everyone welcomed me in so nicely, it was so cute, I cried a little.”

“You kill me,” he chuckles, “I'm glad they were nice to my baby. Sounds like everything you been looking for!”

“It really is, Av’! I've already got my portfolio together— I put my portfolio together! Like, who am I?” She laughs at herself, watching the smile on Leon's face widen.

“I'm so happy to see you so happy.”

She softly smiles. “You're gonna make me cry!”

“Guess we both finna be in tears,” he shrugs, still smiling at her.

“Stop it,” she playfully warns, already wiping under her eyes. “And thank you, it feels good to be back in the swing of things! I was down for so long, for too long!”

“Hey, give yourself some grace. You went through a lot, and now you're using that as fuel, yeah?”

“Yeah, truly. Ima make the art world my bitch,” she says, cheesing wide.

“That's my girl!”

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Sleepless

18+ Minors Do Not Interact

Summary:

Warnings: Smutttt with basically no plot, penetration, oral sex, choking, hair pulling, ‘good girl’,

Author’s Note: sahdkshgkdhgd this is just HOT !!

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“Alright, we’re going up to bed,” Ward confirms, “Make sure you lock up before you go up.”

“Yeah, we will do,” Rafe nods, his arm on the back of the couch behind your head, his fingers brushing over the skin of your shoulder.

“Good night, thank you for dinner,” You smile politely as Ward and Rose disappear upstairs.

Once they’re gone, you rest your head down onto Rafe’s chests and he tightens his hold around you, kissing the top of your hair.

“Thank god that’s over,” He mumbles, reaching forward to take his drink from the table and finish off the beer.

“It wasn’t so bad,” You reply, pushing yourself to stand up and reach a hand out to him, “But I am ready for bed now.”

Rafe hums in agreement and takes your hand as he goes to stand up too, lacing his fingers with yours as you use your other hand to pick up the stray glasses from the table.

The two of you go into the kitchen and he opens the dishwasher for you whilst you put in the glasses, along with a few of the dishes left from dinner. Rafe locks up the doors of the house and comes back to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ready to go up?” He mumbles, perching his head on your shoulder.

You lean your head into his and nod in response. Every two weeks you had dinner with Rose and Ward as a sort of tradition that you reluctantly followed. They’d get someone to cook and you’d all eat and overly compliment the food, make overly polite conversation where you and Rafe were quizzed on your relationship, and then you’d sit around and drink until you eventually went your separate ways. Rafe always hated the evenings, and he was like a more clingy and tired version of himself as soon as they finished - you weren’t complaining.

You take his hand in yours and lead him upstairs, the two of you going into his room and closing the door behind you.

“How much longer do you think we’ll have to do these dinners for?” Rafe asks as the two of you start changing out of your clothes.

“Oh at least until we have kids,” You joke, tugging one of his jumpers over your head.

“Yeah,” Rafe scoffs, “Kids will be the only excuse we’ll have.”

You nod, pulling your hair back into a scrunchie, “Either that or we leave the country, never return.”

Rafe walks around to the other side of the bed and kisses you quickly, “I’ll do you one better, we have kids and we leave the country,” And he kisses you again.

The two of you get ready and climb into bed, and Rafe wraps his arms around you in the way he normally does, your back flush against his chest. He holds you tight as if his hands fit perfectly into their place around you, your hair pulled up away from his face as his nose dips into the space joining your neck and shoulder.

“Good night, darling,” He whispers, kissing your skin three times.

“Good night,” You mumble in return, lacing your fingers with those of his hand over your chest.

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You’re not sure how much time has passed when you realise that you still haven’t slept, but you’ve been staring at the same strip of light coming through from the top of the curtains for so long that is has started to blur. Rafe’s arms are still wrapped just as firmly around you, though normally he would have moved at least a few times in his sleep by now.

“Rafe?” You hiss into the room.

“(Y/N),” He returns in the same tone, shifting around you as his head pokes up, “Can you not sleep either?”

You turn around in his hold until you’re eventually facing him, “No, I don’t know why.”

He nods against the pillow in response, “I didn’t want to move in case you were sleeping.”

“I don’t know why I can’t sleep,” You mumble, “Like we should be tired but I’m not tired.”

Rafe hums, his voice deep, and dips his head to kiss your jawline, “Maybe we just need to tire ourselves out.”

You bring up a hand to his hair as he dips his lips to your neck, kissing at the skin and sucking it between his teeth. The sensation makes you wince, gripping onto his hair tighter to encourage him.

“Rafe…” You groan, “Your parents.”

He pulls away from you and raises his eyebrows, “You don’t think you can be quiet?”

With that, you move your hand to the back of his neck and pull him into you, kissing him deeply. You feel him smirk against your lips, shifting himself to hover over you, one hand moving down to grip your waist firmly. Your hand remains on his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. Rafe pulls away from you just slightly, his forehead still pressing against yours, breathless against you. His hands slip down to tug the hem of his jumper up from around your waist, one hand pressing against your back to lift you up enough for him to pull it off.

Your hands drop down to his joggers to pull at the waistband but he moves his fingers down to stop your movements, his eyes connecting with yours with a heat in them that gives you a bubbling anticipation of what is to come. The comforter drapes over his shoulders as he starts to kiss along your exposed chest, his fingers dropping to the waistband of your pyjama shorts, the material loose over your heat before he draws them down your legs, discarding them amongst the sheets.

“Rafe please,” You mumble, and he smirks against your skin, his fingers lowering just enough to reach your folds, already slick with your arousal.

“Already wet for me, darling.”

His fingers start to caress the area, dragging up and down at a torturingly slow pace before dipping between your entrance, pushing slowly into you. You gasp at the feeling, gripping onto his shoulder tightly, your nails digging into the skin. Rafe only takes it as sign to continue, his thumb moving up just enough to your clit, swirling lazy circles around the sensitive bud. It forces a whimper from your lips as Rafe’s kisses start to slowly move themselves down your body, your breath seeming to lose rhythm more and more with each one of his movements.

As he moves lower, his breath fans hot over the skin of your thighs, his head dropping to replace his thumb with the heat of his tongue. You moan out and bring a hand up to your mouth to muffle the noise against the quiet of the house, your other hand twisting into the sheets underneath you to ground yourself.

Rafe’s tongue laps hot against your clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves as if he is determined to draw every single sensation from you, his fingers still working into you at a steadily increasing pace. You’re fighting back moans against your palm and Rafe brings one of his hands up to your chest, finding the bud of your nipple as he pinches it between his thumb and finger, the pressure forcing your back to arch from the mattress. Another one of your moans fights against being silenced and the heavenly noise seems to echo in the heat between you. He removes his hand from your chest and his fingers rise to your mouth, his forefinger and middle finger dipping between your lips - two of your holes now filled with his fingers.

Your thighs start to clench around him as if you’re desperate to draw more of him closer to you, moans and whimpers now absorbing around his fingers knuckle deep in your mouth. Rafe notices all of the changes, the way your legs bend up from the mattress, how your torso is drawing you closer to him, and he slows the movement of his fingers down, sucking and nipping at the bud of your clit for a little while longer before drawing away too.

You stop yourself from crying out at the loss of pleasure, your walls clenching around the absence of his fingers.

“Rafe,” Your words fail you after that, but he knows what you need, tugging down his sweatpants and letting his erection spring free, the sight of the size alone making your body ache for him.

He comes back to you, arms holding him up on either side as he lines his length up against you, pressing into your opening. You gasp at the feeling and hold onto his arm to prepare yourself, watching as Rafe inches into you impossibly slowly.

“Good girl,” He mumbles, lips parting as his own pleasure starts to take over his instincts.

You offer him a nod, releasing your grip on his arm enough for him to know that you’ve adjusted, taking it as approval to draw his hips away from you, pushing back in slowly until he bottoms out against you.

“Fuck,” You hiss at the feeling, the way your walls stretch to fit him, practically drawing him in as they clench around his thick cock.

Rafe groans at the sensation, pushing his hips into you as his pace quickens gradually. The sound of skin slapping skin starts to get absorbed under the shelter of the comforter, echoing between your bodies as if meant only for you.

You whimper underneath him, breath quickening as Rafe cups a hand to your face, his other hand coming to lift up your leg higher to allow him to drive into you at a better angle - hitting the spot that made you moan louder.

“Be quiet for me baby,” Rafe hums, his breath hot and rapid as he thrusts into you, “Can you be good for me?”

You stifle a whimper and grip the sheets once again, swallowing down a moan that seems to rock in your throat. He moves his hand from your cheek and down to your neck, like he wants to draw the moans out of you and into him, his fingers and thumbs pressing at the exact points that let your eyes roll back, your body arching you from the mattress.

He loved you always, but he loved you especially like this - breathless, desperate for him, completely consumed by him. He watches the way your body aches for him, like every time he draws out of you it’s as if you’re screaming for him to return. It’s angelic. You’re angelic.

He drops his grip on your thigh until his fingers hook around the back of your knee, pulling out of you as he flips you over, your chest and stomach now flush against the mattress as Rafe’s hands shift to your hips, drawing you up towards him. Your hands twist back into the sheets, burying your head into the muffling of the pillows to stifle the moans that the new angles seem to force out of you.

Rafe drops a hand to your head, twisting into your hair - not pulling but as if he’s just reassuring you of his presence, as if desperate to be impossibly closer to you.

“Rafe, I’m close,” You whimper and he takes it as a sign to pull his hand away from your hips, you now bouncing back on his dick in the same rhythm that he drives into you.

His free hand instead moves to your clit, swirling the bud in circles as you near your high, as if he’s chasing to draw every bit of it out of you. Your walls clench instinctively around him, the rhythm of your hips faltering against his thrusts as your toes curl and your back arches upwards to drive your head deeper into the hold of his hand in your hair.

You shift the pillow underneath your head as your eyes tighten shut at the overwhelming pleasure, Rafe’s fingers increasing pressure on your clit as the coil in your stomach seems to snap. You bury your head against the pillow and let the cry release from your throat against the material, tumbling a list of curses from your mouth as you moan and clench underneath him, your body trembling as he drives you through your climax.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, his hips faltering as he pushes into you once again, dick now slick and dripping in your juice.

His fingers tighten against your scalp and he slips out of your walls, hand dropping from your clit to wrap around his thick member, pumping once before his cum spills in stripes across your back, painting you and claiming you as his. At the feeling, you fall limp against the mattress, overstimulated and breathless under him. As Rafe pants breathless above you, the last of his cum drawing out and over your skin.

He drops himself down beside you, onto his back as one arm rises to rest under his head, his other on his chest as his ribs rise and fall rapidly.

“Well that’s one way to pass the time when you can’t sleep,” He mumbles as you turn your head towards him, eyes heavy after the exertion of your pleasure.

You giggle tiredly and Rafe brings a hand up to brush your hair away from your face, looking at you like he’s sure there has never been a better sight.

“I’ll be right back, angel,” He leans over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, disappearing into the bathroom.

When he returns, he helps you clean up and brings you a fresh glass of water, before climbing back under the sheets and stretching out an arm for you to tuck yourself against his chest.

He reaches over to take your hand into his, opening up your palm as he swirls circles around the soft skin, tracing the individual lines.

“So, my family are going away on Monday,” Rafe comments quietly.

“Oh yeah?” You respond, watching the way his fingers draw over you.

“We can be as loud as we want then.”

You giggle and snuggle into him a little closer, suddenly wishing for Monday to come around as quickly as possible.

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weird-an · 1 year

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It's the first pride Steve ever goes to. It's 1986, he's in San Francisco, far away from Hawkins and its horrors, walking along the street with Robin.

She grins and Steve can see it in her eyes, a new sense of belonging, a relief, a we're not alone, shining brighter than the sun. Behind them someone yells the theme: "Forward Together, No Turning Back".

He feels like there is a wound in his soul and now it's like the words pull the splinter out. He never wants to go back to Indiana again.

He turns around the corner, following the masses and he gets so distracted by all the shirtless guys, he nearly bumps into the one in front of him.

"Sorry," Steve says, his mouth hanging open when he comes face to face with Billy Hargrove. Who died at Starcourt a year ago.

Billy who blinks at him, blue eyes full of life and now- confusion. He's still rocks his mullet, only now he's wearing a pink scrunchie. He isn't wearing a shirt. There is a big scar just below his sternum, thin lines stretching from it towards his shoulders and abs like an exploding star. There is glitter on them, sparkling in colors of the rainbow.

Robin's elbow hits his side. Steve is staring, but he can't look away.

"Eyes up here, Harrington." Billy snaps his fingers in front of Steve's face. "What are you doing here?" he says accusatory like he isn't the one thought dead.

"Because I belong here," Steve snaps. It has taken so much time and nearly dying at the claws of Demodogs and the teeth of bats to break down the barriers of what he thought he had to do and what he wanted to. No fucking way he's going to let Billy say anything against that.

Billy stares at him, scars glittering in the sun.

"Same," he mumbles. Steve's pulse stutters for a few seconds.

Billy then grins boyishly at Steve, reminding him of the Billy who rubbed against him at practice and always stole his soap in the showers, the one he rarely got to see and never did against after the sad excuse for a fight at the Byers' house.

"Steve Harrington! As I live and breathe." Billy laughs and slings his arm around Steve's shoulder. "A fucking queer like me."

"Yeah," Robin interrupts. "How are you still breathing, Hargrove?"

Billy rubs his chest, one arm still around Steve. A bit of glitter stays on his fingers.

"No fucking idea," he says. "I just know I wanna get wasted tonight."

Robin opens her mouth to possibly ask a million questions, but Steve's mouth is faster. Even though he didn't plan on saying anything.

"Can I buy you a drink then?" he blurts out.

Billy nearly trips. Steve laughs into his ear. He made Billy Hargrove stumble. By asking him out. This is the best day of his life.

"Fucking unbelievable." Robin rolls her eyes.

There is a shade of pink on Billy's nose and it's not from the sun. "I promised Heather I'd at least make it to-"

"Heather?" Robin's face lightens. "Holloway? Is she alive, too?"

"You bet your ass, Buckley," a voice behind them says. "Let's ditch these idiots after the parade."

Heather winks at Billy, a similar pink scrunchie in her hair and popping a bubble gum with the same color.

"Bitch," Billy says without malice.

"But your best one." Heather blows him a kiss and grabs Robin's arm.

Billy grins at Steve. Steve grins back. He wants to kiss him on his thin blond mustache. Maybe he will, tonight.

Forward together, no turning back.

#i just want everybody to be gay and alive #happy pride #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #robin buckley #buckleway #heather holloway

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mikrokcsmos · 2 years

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Bikini Weather

pairing; jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, established relationship

rating; PG-13

warnings; lots and lots of kisses, jealousy in the form of insecurity, reader is body positive yet her own worst critic, koo only has eyes for reader and loves to remind her

w/c; 2,520

a/n; ask and you shall receive. here is the opposite of ‘sweater weather’, bikini weather! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keeps this writer motivated. feel free to send in your own request for future writings! this is a repost from my old account.

this is part two, read part one here.

Your sunglasses that were once perched on your head, now sat on the bridge of your nose in order to block out the blazing rays of the sun on this record breaking, hot day of 102°. The sand underneath your toes felt soft, yet crunchy at the same time. A cool, light breeze had your hair blowing sideways that you decided to keep down for the moment, scrunchie ready and on hand around your wrist. The water was calm enough to be safe for those that just wanted to play in the water, but still garnished big enough waves for surfers to ride comfortably behind the scattered swimmers. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, which meant you were going to need help lathering sunscreen on your skin by your ever helpful and willing boyfriend — Jungkook.

Ironically, when you first met Jungkook two years ago, it was raining. The complete opposite of how the weather is today.

Your outfit was soaked through, your feet hurt, and you cursed the weatherman that lied to you that very same morning when it randomly started to downpour on your unsuspecting, very unprepared, head. Apparently, Jungkook had more of an affinity with weather than you did, and could tell by the clouds alone that there was a slight chance of rain, making the wise choice of wearing casual, but warm clothes, just incase.

He quite literally saved your ‘cute ass’, his words not yours, from dying of hypothermia that day by giving you his oversized hoodie to wear while you waited with him under the bus stop awning for the rain to let up. Spoiler alert, it never did. And right as he was about to offer you a ride when his showed up before yours, the bus came. So, due to his quick thinking, he wrote down his name and number on your arm with a note that offered you to call him if interested in going out on a date. If you weren’t a ghost, that is. You never failed to tease him for that, and always attempted to jump scare him whenever possible. It was a running joke between you two at this point.

Deciding to call him the next day and schedule a date, the rest, as they say, was history.

*******

Jungkook was strides ahead of you, Go-Pro in hand, as he walked through the various beach goers to get a closer view of the vast ocean that lay in front of him. He told you prior to coming, that he didn’t want to miss a single thing on this little getaway trip with you, seeing as lately it’s been very few and far between for you two to have a moment to yourselves. You personally didn’t mind the idea, and in fact, you encouraged it.

Hiking up the bag of supplies and goodies alike that weighed you down with its thick shoulder strap that was secured on your shoulder, your feet sinking deeper than usual into the sand from its added weight, you slowly trailed behind the eager, doe eyed, male with a huff.

“A little help would be nice!” You hollered at his matching Hawaiian flower themed short sleeve shirt and swim trunk wearing figure.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Walking briskly toward your heaving figure, he immediately took over in securing the weighted bag onto his own shoulder, and it made you only semi angry when you saw how he held it with so much ease.

Stupid big, sexy, muscles.

“Geez, baby. What did you pack in this thing?” He jested at you playfully, reaching out to grab your hand with his unoccupied one to guide you to a spot he deemed as perfect for your beach day.

“The essentials, you know? Blanket, towels, food, drinks, sun block for your pale skin—,” his scoff next to you is what cut you off, as you snicker in amusement at his reaction.

“Says the one who looked like a literal ghost when I first saw her from how pale she is.” He retorted playfully, knocking his elbow into your side.

You rolled your eyes at the constant reminder of your first meeting that never fails to come up in discussion one way or another. As he came to a stop, he let the heavy bag drop surreptitiously onto the hot sand and let go of your hand to dig through and find the large beach blanket you packed. Holding it up in victory with a cheesy, bunny toothed smile, you grab one end of the blanket without needing being told to help him lay it out evenly.

Once the blanket is down, do you both plop your butts on top with a content sigh as you stare out into the vast open ocean in front of you, allowing the natural sounds around you from the ocean and people alike to lull you into a meditative state. One that’s broken by the volleyball that rolled in between you from a game being played not too far away from your spot of choice.

A tall, perfectly curved, barely there bikini wearing, long haired, bright smiled woman that looks about the same age as you two, bounds up next to the blanket on the side where Jungkook currently sits. She’s close, so close in fact, that you’re able to make out the butterfly tattoo designed in intricate detail that lays directly in between her rather large sized breasts. The tip of the wings that only slightly curve against them, look as if they’re moving from the way they bounce when she jogs over.

With a sickeningly sweet voice she asks for it back, and even has the nerve to bend over with her hands on her knees to jut her boobs out in your boyfriend’s equally as flustered and surprised face. He glances at you out of his peripheral and you see the way his Adam’s apple bobs from nervousness. Your eyes narrow into slits as you dare him to look anywhere but the beach goer female’s face.

He’s smart. He knows better. So, instead of greeting the female, he angles his body in your direction more.

“Baby? You wanna grab the volleyball for—,”

“Hey! No worries, man. I’ll grab it–,”

What looks to be the male version of the female struts over in a Speedo and unabashedly makes his way to the front of your beach blanket to bend over and pick up the volleyball himself. As he’s straightening himself up, Jungkook notices how his eyes rake over your own oblivious bikini clad figure as he flashes you a pearly white smile.

“You two should join us. We could use a few more players.”

You and Jungkook spare a side long glance at each other, and you both answer them at the same time.

“No, thank you.”

“Nah, we’re good.”

The unexpected duo just shrug your responses off with indifference and make their way back to the previously paused game and continue as if they weren’t just trying to bait you with ulterior motives and admittedly, very fit bodies. The female’s specifically made you glance at your not fit figure with a purse of your lips.

Jungkook saw you staring at your stomach and assumed you were hungry.

“Want to eat some lunch? I made sure to make your favorite sandwiches! With extra pickles this time.” His wide smile slowly melted off his face when you didn’t react to his previous words. That was a red flag in his book, knowing you absolutely loved extra pickles on almost all your food.

You were lost in a self criticizing world of your own, eyes finding various spots and sections on your body that you deemed to be flaws in this cruel world that wanted to do nothing but depict the concept of what perfection should look like.

His words sounded like as if you were underwater, yet you were no where near it. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your lower back that it woke you from your reverie. Along with his hand was a cooling sensation that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

You blinked a few times, head turning in an attempt to see what exactly your boyfriend was doing. His hands glided all around your back and made their way towards your tensed up shoulders that he gently massaged as he lathered the white, creamy, decently smelling, sunblock on you. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Koo? I thought we were going to eat?”

“If we swim first, we’ll work up a better appetite and not cramp up while in the water.”

“Oh, okay.”

He squirted more sunblock into his hands and rubbed them together before placing them on your arms as he kneeled in between your legs on the blanket, his body effectively blocking the sun for a moment as his figure loomed over yours. Angling his body in a way to block not only the sun, but also potential prying eyes, he changed course from your shoulders and down to your chest, making quick work of the skin that was visible. Hunching over, he then moved on to your sides and stomach, the current area of choice for his sunblock assault made you reflexively suck in your stomach as much as you could to feel more attractive.

His eyes flickered to yours at this, though you were pointedly looking over his shoulder at the ocean water when he did so. Maneuvering his body further down the blanket, he didn’t say a word about it, choosing to finish the task of your legs and feet before bringing up the topic. He grunted out a sound of concentration as he made sure to lather every nook and cranny, taking pride that whenever he was the one to do the deed for you, it never failed to result in you not being sunburnt.

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

Your eyes snap to his waiting ones, him still kneeling between your legs as he rubs the excess sunblock on his own visible skin. Helping him like he helped you, you squirted some sunblock on your hands and began lathering what skin you could reach from your position. Within no time, you both were ready for the water.

His hands grab yours once he’s up on his feet to pull you up with him. The ocean kisses the sand of the beach not too far ahead from you, and he leads you towards it, letting go of your hand once you can feel the water rush over your bare feet on the now cool sand to get the Go Pro ready yet again.

While he’s fiddling with the settings, he throws another unexpected compliment your way.

“I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop in the best way.”

You tug the sunglasses that were perched on your nose down as you look at him over the frames. He’s still not looking at you, and your lip twitches as you fight the smile that wants to form. Of course he would notice that you were in one of your icky moods, and this was his usual way of plucking you out of it without directly confronting you about it. He knows you don’t do well with confrontation.

“Alright. This looks good.”

He nods his head in response to his statement and maneuvers the camera lens in your direction. You hear the shutter as he clicks picture after picture of your shy face that gradually gets less covered from Jungkook fighting you on pushing your hands away from hiding your face. In the last shot, you finally reward him with a wide smile from how much the whole scenario has made you laugh.

He gives a fist pump upon reviewing the pictures and plants a sloppy, wet, kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got a face for a smile, you know?”

You shove your flushed face into his chest as you mumble a half hearted ‘shut up’ into it. His chest rumbles underneath your embarrassed face as he plants kiss after kiss on top of your head, eyes closing as he inhales the notes of lavender and vanilla that permeates from your hair, and he sighs in content cause it’s just so you.

With the Go Pro securely attached to his wrist, he gives your ass a light tap to get your attention – it works. Looking up at him from your position on his chest, his eyes are holding the ever slightest hint of mischief in them. When you tense up, he knows you’re getting suspicious and decides to execute his hidden plan of action.

Swiftly, and effortlessly, he bends down to secure one of his arms along the back of your knees and one behind your back, shifting you so you’re being carried bridal style. Not giving you a chance to react, he’s sprinting you both into the small, crashing waves and you’re holding onto your sunglasses and his neck for dear life as you’re shrieking in both delight and fear. He gives a loud ‘whoop’ as he careens you both until you’re fully immersed underneath the clear, blue water – and, even then – he refuses to let go of you.

Both of your eyes open under the water, your sunglasses now off and clutched in your hand, and you give each other closed mouth smiles as various bubbles rise up to the surface from your noses, a sign to other beach goers and lifeguards alike that you haven’t, in fact, drowned. For a moment, you hear nothing, and it’s just you and Jungkook. The seconds feel like hours as you both savor the blissful descent. Out of nowhere, he surges forward to give you a kiss under water, and you’re chuckling into it as he tickles your sides, the Go Pro light blinking as it captures the core memory of you two for years to come.

Your heads burst out of the water as you suck in a much needed breath of fresh, crisp, air. Your arm is still secured around his neck, and due to his blessed height, your body is half in and half out of the water that twinkles beneath the sun’s reflective rays.

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re lucky I love you.”

You lightly smack his chest in reproach, not mad in the least bit – or, sad, you come to realize with a feeling of sheer warmth emanating within your chest despite the coldness of the water around you.

“I am lucky you love me, you’re right.” His gaze is serious, voice resolute, and for once you don’t shy away from his loving words – you embrace them, let them encompass you in light and love that you know you deserve.

“Scratch that, I’m in love with you, you big cheese ball.”

He nuzzles his nose with yours and gives you his signature bunny toothed smile.

“Who would’ve thought that a little rain could bring so much joy?”

You hum in agreement.

“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.”

He snorts in amusement.

“Now who is the cheesy one?”

“I learn from the best.”

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #masterlist; old account #main masterlist #masterlist; main #main; sweater weather #bikini weather

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wongyuseokie · 10 months

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Ugh! As If! | w.j.h

Summary: Your boyfriend decided to take you into a drive-in movie for date night. Only problem? He looks scrumptious, and now your task is to ensure he knows just how good he looks without the others knowing.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1046 words

Pairings: Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Established Relationship, PWP. Fluff and smut Content Warnings: Mentions of food, car sex

Smut Warnings: Car sex. Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl), fingering, creampie. I think that’s it. Orgasms, and pretty tame stuff.

Author's Note 1: This is written for the Now That's a 90s collab hosted by the lovely @beomcoups. Do check out the rest of the masterlist as the work is amazing!! Author's Note 2: Thank you so much to my lovely betas @gyupremacy and @here4kpopfics! I adore ya both dearly ❤️

As the sun begins its descent, you hear a familiar sound outside your window—a soft purring that announces Jun's arrival in his vintage convertible. As you finish your last-minute touches, your heart flutters with anticipation, adjusting your outfit in the mirror. You've opted for that 90s flair—high-waisted jeans paired with a cropped sweater and scrunchie adorning your hair.

Stepping outside, you see Jun leaning against the car, his grin widening as he sees you. He's gone all out, sporting a retro bomber jacket and faded jeans, completing the look with a pair of round sunglasses.

"Hey there, Y/N," he says, opening the car door for you with a flourish.

"Jun, you look so cute!" you exclaim, giggling as you slide into the passenger seat.

"Only the best for our Clueless date night," he replies, a playful glint in his eye.

The drive to the drive-in is accompanied by nostalgic tunes blasting from the car stereo, both of you singing along to the iconic hits of the era. Jun navigates the streets quickly, occasionally stealing glances at you, his warm and affectionate smile.

As you pull into the drive-in, rows of cars are already parked, and the atmosphere buzzes with excitement. Jun finds a prime spot near the back, ensuring an unobstructed view of the giant screen.

With the engine off and the night sky above, the air feels electric with anticipation. Jun reaches behind the seat, producing a basket filled with an assortment of snacks—popcorn, candies, and soda.

"Thought we might need some fuel for this cinematic adventure," he chuckles, handing you the popcorn.

You settle in, the comfort of the car cocooning you both. The screen flickers to life, and the vibrant world of Clueless unfolds before you. You laugh together at Cher's antics, exchanging knowing glances during the classic lines.

You sit at the far end of the parking lot. It's dark, and the movie starts soon, but that's the least of your concerns. Jun's car is like another world where the two of you can be alone and do whatever you want.

He spreads a blanket on the backseat of his car and scoots over so that you can join him. As you settle in, the car shifts beneath you, and you gently run a hand across his clean-shaven cheek in anticipation of the night ahead.

You lean in close to Jun, lightly grazing your nose against his. His eyes flicker as he takes in your scent, and you can feel the electricity between you. Your lips hover above his; you can feel the warmth radiating between you, and your heart thuds in anticipation. You gently kiss his lips and pull away, letting your eyes lock with his in an intimate gaze.

The drive-in movie screen provides the perfect backdrop for the seduction between you and Jun. The soft light of the full moon illuminates your skin as if the stars were made just to caress your body.

Your fingers trace his face, letting him know how much you need him in the silence between you. Every nerve in your body is alive, and the air around you is electric. You can feel Jun's heart beating against your chest as you move closer, your lips only centimetres away from his.

On instinct, your tongues dart into each other's mouths, exploring each other's taste. Jun's hands roam over your body, sending shivers up your spine as your fingers nimbly pull his shirt over his head.

You and Jun spend the rest of the evening locked in each other's embrace, the movie soundtrack providing the perfect backdrop to your symphony.

Jun leans in once again and kisses you deeply, his tongue finding its way into your mouth almost instinctively. You gasp in pleasure as you allow yourself to be swept away into a state of bliss.

Your hands explore each other's bodies, exploring, learning, and refining what you know of each other. You unbutton Jun's shirt as he slides his hand up your thigh, your legs parting instinctively.

Jun slides his fingers beneath the waistband of your jeans, and your breathing quickens as you feel his touch trace circles around your navel. You reach down and grasp his arousal through his jeans, stroking along the length and eliciting a deep groan. His head falls back against the seat with pleasure, and you continue to caress him as the heat builds between you.

You bite your lip as Jun pulls gently at your jeans, teasing you with what's to come. When the denim slides off your hips, he reaches down with a hand, tracing patterns up your torso as his other hand plays with your nipples. Your body pulses under his touch, and your stomach contracts with anticipation.

Jun slides himself over you, pushing his hard cock between your parted legs as his hand slides down your back and cups your ass. You wrap your legs around him, knowing that you can no longer contain your desire for him.

He thrusts hard, filling you and causing your breath to come out in shuddering gasps. He grinds against your clitoris, giving you pleasure with each movement of his hips. You gasp as pleasure courses through your body, and you dig your nails into his back, urging him on.

He slides his hand down to wrap around your back, pushing you closer as you feel the pressure build inside of you. You grip onto him desperately as his lips find yours, tasting every inch of your mouth in a passionate kiss.

Your body trembles as you reach your peak, your breathing coming out in desperate gasps as you cry out in pleasure. Jun follows soon after, your movements gradually slowing as the intensity subsides.

You lay in the backseat of the car, panting softly as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. Jun wraps his arms around you as he catches his breath, his forehead resting against yours as you two lay in a blissful embrace.

The dim lights from the lot reflect off the glass, providing a muted glow that seems to envelop the two of you. As the movie starts, you can't help but smile in satisfaction at the night you shared with Jun.

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