#(this is the only way she can even be a LITTLE nice without feeling disgusted SDFLKJH)
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My Number One
Husband Joel Miller x Wife f!reder
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Summary: Every month at that dreaded time you can't help how awful it makes you feel. How insecure you become when you're usually so confident. You can't help the way you become incredibly sensitive, but Joel wont let it remain. Joel refuses to let you feel like that and he's decided enough is enough. Even when you try to cower away from him he doesn't let you, you're perfect and he will make sure you know. Content/warnings: Reader and Joel showering whilst he tells her just how beautiful she is. Joel Miller being the cutest husband. Reader is on her period and feeling insecure but Joel wont let the insecurities remain. So much fluff! No use of Y/n, no outbreak. Word count: 1k A/n: Lil soppy fic of Joel being the most doting husband who refuses to let his wife remain insecure.
Youâre in the shower after a long day at work feeling shitty and its only made worse by the fact you started your period on your lunch break.
You always hate your time of the month because more than anything it makes you feel crappy, you canât look in the mirror without hating yourself. Canât look at your body because it makes you feel disgusting even though you know youâre perfect just the way you are. And you hear it constantly with Joel forever telling you.
Heâs never let the mood swings stop him from being wholly himself with you, if anything itâs even better because he knows you need that extra reassurance when it happens.
Youâre hoping that a shower will help with the cramps and just overall shitty feeling thatâs clouding you.
âBaby?â He utters softly as he knocks on the bathroom door.
âYeah?â
âCan I come in?â
Shit, heâs gonna see you when you feel like this. Which is exactly the last thing you want right now, but he asked nicely.
âErm, okay.â
Heâs quick to enter the room as you try to hide yourself from him, not that you really can whilst stood naked under the spray.
âYou, okay?â He looks to you as he quizzes softly. Leaning against the bathroom door.
You donât know why the question makes you so emotional, but tears instantly fill your eyes, and you have to do everything in your power to hold them back as you nod.
âSâokay baby I know how youâre feelinâ, youâre so beautiful donât ever forget it.â
Fuck he really is trying everything he can to make you cry right now, but what he asks next snaps you out of it momentarily.
âCan I join you?â
Join you when youâre like this, is he crazy? âJoel IâŠâ
âBaby Iâve always told you I donât care, I wana hold you.â
âOkay.â You nod, because as vulnerable as you may feel you want nothing more than to be in his arms.
He nods with a smile quickly stripping himself of his clothes and steps in next to you instantly bringing a hand to the small of your back and itâs those little things that are the reason you love him so much, but even so. You know youâre disgusting right now so you canât help the way you pull away from him.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You donât respond you just close your eyes and face the water spray.
âHeyâ he whispers after a few seconds âbaby look at me.â He turns your body so that youâre facing one another in the small space of the shower. âWhat is it?â He asks softly.
âWhy do you want to touch me? How can you even bare to look at me?â You quiz averting his gaze. Staring down at your feet as you try not to cry.
âHey.â He grabs your chin, so you have no choice but to face him. âBaby, open your eyes please.â
You take a deep breath before you do.
âTell me whatâs goinâ through that beautiful head oâyours.â
You take a deep breath. âIâm so gross, I donât know how you can look at me and want me when Iâm like this. I donât get why you want to be in the shower with me right now when Iâm bleeding, itâs not nice. Iâm so disgusting.â You canât help as tears fall now.
He shakes his head instantly; his voice is firm as he replies. âNo baby, you stop that talk right now. Itâs not about whether itâs nice or not, itâs a part of life, a part of you and itâs natural. Baby I want you to be comfortable around me, you have no reason not to be. I love you just the way you are.â His one hand has moved to cup your cheek whilst the other strokes your hip softly.
But he quickly moves to pull you close too him snaking his arms round your body. He leans to kiss your forehead as you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of having him close. âBleedinâ or not baby youâre beautiful to me, I will not have you thinkinâ differently.â
You nod into his chest as he leans his chin on the top of your head. He strokes your back softly as you listen in tune to his heartbeat and the spray of water as it keeps your skin warm. âYou have nothinâ tâbe ashamed of. Your body is part of you, I love every fuckinâ inch, itâs perfect just the way it is.â
You cry softly against him, not having realised just how much you needed to hear those words. Itâs nice to hear them and know that theyâre the truth. He isnât just saying it to make you feel better, itâs all meant.
He reaches out to brush his fingers through your wet hair, âlean back baby let me help.â
You do so instantly, keeping your eyes closed as you lean your head back allowing your hair to be completely submerged under the stream. As he lathers his hands in shampoo and begins to gently massage it into your scalp he utters âyou have nothinâ tâfeel ashamed or embarrassed about. Itâs a natural part of life baby and youâre perfect just the way you are.â
He continues to wash you hair gently before helping you to rinse it out. Once done you finally open your eyes to look at him and there, he is staring at you with so much love as he smiles.
âYouâre so beautiful I love you so much.â
You smile back adding âI love you too.â
âNow how about we finish gettinâ cleaned up and then go watch a movie in bed? I got some of your favourite ice cream on my way home from work.â
âYes please.â You smile at him, so thankful to have him. For him to be your number one fan, your biggest supporter through every part of life. He is the most amazing husband in everything he does.
#the last of us#joel miller#no outbreak!joel miller#fluff#domestic fluff#period#Time of the month#you and joel#joel the last of us#joel tlou#the last of us hbo
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Creatures like them, like him, could never truly give a damn about each other.
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She will not fail and she would return. There was no a man, woman or God that could stop her fury from spreading the lands like a disease.
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i seen you did a request so i as wondering can i request something? đ„č
jk x reader where the reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and she gets her lick back đ love your stories!
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Lick Back
Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that heâs being nice to someone else.
Word Count:4.298
Warning: dry humping, kissing, neck kissing/sucking, dirty talking, nipple pinching, praising, affair/cheating, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, slight voyeurism, teasing/taunting, squirting,
Your mother always told you that if your dog started barking at you that it only meant that someone else was feeding it. A dog would never bite the hand that feeds them.
Your mother wasnât talking about an actual dog.
However, you had a dog - in a way - and recently, it began doing just that. It became annoyed with you for every little thing youâve done. Itâs tone changed completely when speaking with you; always rushed and not attentive. It started to be mean for no reason, nearly foaming at the mouth when you questioned their sudden change of actions - or questioned it at all. It wanted to be outside longer than usually and would be upset when called back home.
The dog being your boyfriend of nearly 5 years. You noticed the shift a year ago, but you ignored your gut feeling of something being terribly wrong - but now, you are numb and though it hurts in a way, you are also relieved. The love that was one there in your relationship appeared to expire without you realizing it - or maybe you had not wished to accept it.
And yet, here you are in a home the both of you share. He is out, not bothering to tell you just where heâs at - and you donât ask. You stopped asking a year ago when you grew accustomed to sleeping alone.
But even if the love for your dog is no longer there - and if it was, it was slowly drifting away - that didnât mean the anger wasnât. The fact that you allowed the dog to stay with you because you loved him, fed said dog his favorite meals and showered him with love and affections. They were supposed to be loyal - but atlas, someone else had gained its love while you were left in the dark.
But there was someone else who liked what the dog had, you noticed. Someone who appreciated the meals you cooked and ate them with ease, who would come when you called them. They were loyal - even more than your own dog - and it just happened to be the dogs friend.
Jeon Jungkook is an attractive man and he knew it. It showed in the way he struts, shoulders lax and head held high. He almost wore a smirk, but never a cocky one. Jeon Jungkook could be an asshole - a complete fuckboy. He could turn his nose at anyone because he had it like that - but he didnât.
Jeon Jungkook was a kind individual. He was caring - especially to the ones he was close with. You recall many times when youâd had to call him because your boyfriend had gotten so drunk that youâd need a man's help - and Jungkook was always that man.
 And even though Jungkook was a friend of your boyfriend, he was kind to you, as well. He changed your tires on numerous occasions, making sure to give you the speech that âYou need to make sure you keep up with your car, Y/N.â or the âYour oil and tire lights are on, how do you even drive this still?â he had good intentions.
âThis is so good!â Jungkook says, mouth full of the pork belly. He licks his lips to savor the flavor. Jungkook always wore a disgusted face when something was amazing in taste and even now, his eyebrows are knit together in confusion and he appears utterly disgusted - that was a good sign.
âIâm glad you enjoy it.â you smile at him, washing the dishes youâve made when cooking.Â
âI told you I donât mind washing the dishes, Y/N.â Jungkook says, glancing upwards at you. âItâs the least I can do since you cooked.â
You sigh, smile never ceasing. âItâs alright. Youâre a guest after all.â
Your dog wasnât home and you donât know when he will be - nor did you truly care. His friend was nicer, more entertaining, as well. He ate your cooking as if it was fine dining, and appreciated it, too. He was kind and good at conversation - he was caring, far more than your dog.Â
âI enjoy cooking for you, Jungkook. You deserve it the most.â you turn off the water and begin to dry your hands. Your eyes meet his and for a moment, youâre pondering if heâs thinking about your words the way you intend him to.Â
âThank you.â Jungkook grins, tiny dimples at the side of his cheek forming.Â
You lean against the island that he sits at, quiet and content that heâs eating the food youâve made for him. It wouldnât be the first time you cooked for Jungkook - you recall the first time without your dog being present was a year prior. You had cooked and waited for his return and was left with nothing. It was hours after when you heard him return - this time not alone or coherent. Jungkook had slung the man onto the couch annoyed with just how drunk he had become and when you emerged - in nothing but a nightgown - he had apologized profusely.Â
âI cooked.â you had sighed, disappointed but not the least bit surprised by the actions of your dog. âDo you want a plate?â
It has become a tradition now. Youâd cook for Jungkook often and each time, he'd come and enjoy what youâve made him - whatever you made him.Â
Jungkook was no fool, as well. He knows just how independent youâve become, especially within the last year. He knows that you know that he knows of your boyfriend's loyalty - or lack of - but you never question him about it, even when he prepares himself to tell you the truth if you had.Â
Over time, Jungkook noticed that you donât seem to care about your boyfriend's whereabouts - and around that time, he picks up on just how you begin to dress when around him. It was subtle at first, sure. You showed more skin - more legs with your shorts, more shoulders. He notes that the clothes you wore were tighter but relaxed seeing as you were in the comfort of your own home. Youâd wear tanktops that showed your breast with shorts that made your thighs highly appealing for his eyes. Overtime, you ditched the bra and it became harder for him to not gawk at the way your breast looked in them.
Jungkook doesnât want to assume anything - you were so far removed from your boyfriend that you didnât care anymore. One drunken wine night when the man was away on a âbusiness tripâ, you had told Jungkook that you hadnât had sex with him in close to a year now - his own drunken response was that if he was your boyfriend, he would fuck you any chance heâd get.
Jungkook isnât sure if you remember that night and neither of you brought it up after.
âYou seem tense.â Jungkook is behind you now - when he has gotten up from his seat, you are unaware, consumed by your own thoughts. âIs everything alright?â
You slowly nod your head, turning it slightly to get a glimpse of him.Â
Jungkook snorts. âYour shoulders are tense.â he says, gentle hands placing themselves on your shoulders. âIs everything alright with work? The car?â
âYes, Jungkook. Iâm fine.â you giggled. âYou worry too much.â
Jungkookâs fingers begin to rub at your shoulders, applying pressure to them. You swallow, your hands gripping the edge of the sink.
âYou should relax, Y/N. Youâre always doing something and never truly giving yourself a break.â
Jungkookâs hand reaches your neck. They run up slowly, goosebumps left behind in its trail. Your eyes flutter close at how good it felt to be massaged.
âDoes it feel good?â
Thereâs a drop in Jungkookâs voice - itâs deeper. He whispers it, as if only speaking directly to you, even if you and he are already alone in the home.
âYes.â you murmur back, head falling back against his chest just as he reaches the front of your neck. A tattooed hand wraps around it, thumb caressing your skin in circular motions.Â
âIâm glad.â Jungkook is subtle when he presses himself against you - so gentle that you donât notice it at first. You're completely against his body, in blissful relaxation. âYou deserve to be taken care of, too.â
Even now, you dressed so comfortably - shorts stopping high above your thighs and a shirt that sculptures your breast so lovingly that he had a difficult time not watching the way they bounced as you walked around the kitchen preparing him the meal.
âI donât really have anyone to do that.â you whisper back, a slight moan creeping past your parted lips.
âI can take care of youâŠunless you object.â
You nod your head and instantly, his free hand roams down to grip your clothed breast. He can feel just how hard your nipple was.
You hiss, back slightly arching.
Jungkook engulfs both breasts in the palm of his hands and begins to rub, your light moans enticing him to continue. He can feel your nipples harden in his grasp and he himself begins to hiss lowly to himself on how heavenly they felt in his hands.Â
Thereâs no doubt that the two of you wanted this for far too long by the way you completely allow him to touch you without any resistance. He presses himself against you needily, face in your neck as his hands continue to grip and pull at your breast.
âYou smell nice.â Jungkook grumbles in your neck, nose inhaling your sweet scent; heâs sure he sounds like a creep, but he wasnât going to hold himself back . Not now heâs certain you want him just as much as he does you. âI like this scent on you the most. This and the jasmine one.â
You swallow, heat rushing through your body at his words. Jungkook had memorized the perfumeâs youâd wear due to the countless times heâd be around you. He recalls the time he even had to help his friend pick out a gift for you on an anniversary and how upset he had been when he chose the cheapest scent he could find - and one youâd never wear. Jungkook had swamped them out and chose the very scent you wore now and youâre none the wiser.
Your arms reach behind you to cup Jungkookâs head just as you feel his teeth sink into the nape of your neck. Heâs being more rough; dominant. You donât remember when the last time a man has touched you with such possessiveness - a sex-toy could only do so much.
âSuch pretty skin,â Jungkookâs tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick onto your neck. âjust want to mark it all up.â
âThen do it.â you respond. If you and him were going to do this, mind as well go all out. Your dog often comes home smelling like sickly sweet fruit perfume and cigarettes at times - you wanted Jungkookâs scent all over you.Â
Jungkook does, biting your skin harshly and then suckling on it until your neck is perfectly marked up. Heâs then quick to turn you around to finally face him, the both of you now locking eyes.Â
âAre you upset?â Jungkook questions, eyes dark with lust but a bit concerned.
âWith you?â you ask, raising a brow. âNever.âÂ
âNot with me. In general.â Jungkook murmurs, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His thumb gently traces your lips. âIâm sure you knowâŠwhat he does.â
You nod your head, leaning into Jungkookâs touch.Â
âDonât want you to regret or feel bad afterwards.â
âAre you?â you ponder aloud.
 You were so far removed from your boyfriend that you could care less about what he thought. In your mind, he was nothing but a roommate now; the two of you not even sharing a bed.Â
Jungkook, however, was your boyfriend's friend and maybe he would feel remorseful.
âI told you that Iâd never stop fucking you if given the chance.â Jungkook snorts, thumb tapping your lip.Â
âThen donât stop.â you murmur, tongue poking out to wrap poke his tongue. âI havenât been fucked good in so long.â
Jungkook hisses, his hand now gripping your cheek. He shakes his head. âHe told me what you like.â he confesses, unsure if you were willing to go down that route with him.Â
âHe was never really into anything.â you shrug your shoulders - this is why you ended up with a vibrator and a dildo; and you were currently looking into a vibrating dildo, how sad your life has become.Â
Jungkook is aware of his friend's lack of foreplay - he was only ever interested in his own pleasure. Jungkook, however, didnât mind pleasuring you until you were begging him to stop - but maybe he was just a bad person to think about his friend's girlfriend riding his face until she came.
Then again, you were being cheated on by said friend so maybe this was just his karma; it wasnât like you were a bad person and deserve such treatment.
âI want to eat you out.â Jungkook declares suddenly that it catches you off guard completely. âWhy do you look scared?â
âJust shocked.â you say, body growing even hotter. âWasnât expecting you to say that.â
ââI want you to ride my tongue until youâre squirting all over meâ is what I truly wanted to say.â Jungkook deadpans and blinks. âBut I didnât want to scare you away.â
You gulp, eyes widening and thighs clenching.Â
âAnd by the way youâre rubbing your thighs together, it didnât scare you.â Jungkook smirks and instantly, he presses his lips against you. Itâs a deep kiss that catches you by surprise, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât crave more.Â
âI can kiss you, right?â Jungkook says against your lips - maybe he shouldâve asked first. âI know kissing is more intimate-â
You shut him up by kissing him, arms wrapping around his neck to assure that he doesnât get too far away from you.Â
Kissing Jungkook came naturally - as if the two of you had done it before. He pries your mouth open and allows his tongue to dance around yours, all the way he holds onto your hips.Â
âBed,â you kiss his lips again. âroom.â
Jungkook follows behind you, unable to keep his hands off of your body as you lead him to your bedroom. He doesnât even bother to close the door before heâs already tugging at your clothes.
Your shirt is the first to go, breast pooling out that Jungkook cannot focus on anything else but them. He dives into them, your back hitting your mattress just as he begins to suckle on your left nipple, his thumb and index finger pinching the right.
The noises Jungkook made were just as filthy, wet sucking and groans echoing off of your walls. How long he had craved to see your bare breast - they were always teasing him when he was around. Bouncing whenever you move, nipples always erect for his view.
âSo pretty.â Jungkook brings the right nipple into his mouth, showing the same amount of needy lust and love to it as the left. His hand squeezes your left breast in the palm of his hand, the pain shooting pleasure right to your core. âI can suck on them all night. I donât know why he doesnât.â
Now, Jungkook brings both nipples into his mouth, needily needing to taste you. He has a crazed look in his eyes that only causes you to squirm beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist to feel him.
âYou can suck on them whenever you want.â
Jungkook grunts, teeth grazing against your nipples as they pop from his wet mouth. âDonât tempt me, Y/N. Youâll never be able to get rid of me.â
You were positive you didnât want Jungkook to leave.Â
âI want you naked right now. I wanna see just what that idiot has for me right now.â
There wasnât much Jungkook had to do to get you naked - in seconds, he had helped you kick off your shorts along with your panties, needy pussy on display for him.
âNeed you on my tongue now.â Jungkook hisses, flipping you and him so he is beneath you now. Your pussy is so close to his face that it causes you to yelp in slight humiliation.
âI-I wasnât really prepared to do this, i-I-â
âY/N,â Jungkook calls, tone dismissive. âIâm a man. Just fuck yourself against my tongue.â
So you do - and Jungkookâs hands only make you do more. His hands slap your thigh to kick up the pace, his eyes boring into your face as it contorts with pleasure. Your hips just as you grind against his tongue, hands gripping your breast.
Jungkookâs eyes never leave your face. He enjoys watching the stress leave your body as you pleasure yourself, it tells him that this is something you truly needed. His hands begin to rub along your hips, encouraging you to continue until they slide down to your ass. He cups them, his own head swaying side to side to further stimulate your needy clit.
âS-S-Shit!â your body leans back, hands planting against his thighs as he devours your cunt as if it was his last meal. âI-Iâm gonna cumâŠyou gotta move.â
That was the last thing Jungkook was going to do - not even as your hands try to pry him away from your pussy, he doesnât. He continues to suckle onto your clit until youâre visibly shaking above him, but even then he was determined; fully committed to having you cum hard on his tongue.Â
Your legs begin to quiver and Jungkook soon was going to get what he was looking for - you cum. He licks the arousal up, slurping and suckling loudly as your moans mewl out of your mouth.
âI could eat you all day.â Jungkook speaks beneath you - and you knew he was serious.Â
You did the wrong thing by looking at him. His mouth and chin was fully coated in you and just the sight causes you to cum even harder - the hardest you have ever had in your life; right onto his tongue like he wanted.Â
You fall back against the bed with a tired sigh, breathing hitching.Â
Jeon Jungkook was a dangerous man. No wonder the universe gave you your dog - you couldnât handle a real man such as Jungkook, surely.Â
âCan I fuck you?â Jungkook asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. âUnless youâre tired then-â
âI want you to cum in me.â
Jungkook coughs, his cock jumping in his pants. âI-IâŠreally?â
âIf youâre going to fuck me, you mind as well go all out.â you pant, widening your legs. âI donât want you to hold back, either.â
You were going to be the death of him - but if this was what is going to kill him, then heâll be content.Â
âFuck.â Jungkook is in a hurry to remove his clothing, scattering it all around the room without a care. âFuck youâre so perfect. I would treat you so well, Y/N. Fuck I hate him.â
Jungkookâs words causes you to giggle at the circumstances. He hated your boyfriend - his friend - for allowing you to fall into the arms of another man - him. Itâs all comical, truly.Â
âI would fuck you all day if youâd let me. Come home every night and fill you with my cum. How are you not pregnant yet?â
Jungkookâs babbling to himself, even if you could hear it. Itâs questions he has asked himself time and time again - wondering why his friend would rather sleep with other girls when he had someone like you at home. You cooked every day and assured the home stayed just right. He would have put a baby in you - and of course married you; but this wasnât about him now, was it?
Jungkook positions himself at your center and swallows. Youâre clenching, ready to be stuffed.Â
âI bet youâd like to put a baby in me.â you tease, hips slightly wiggling for him to enter you. âWhy donât you?â
Jungkook growls. âDonât tempt me with a good time, Y/N. You donât know how many times I imagined you in my home.â
Maybe Jeon Jungkook was a bad friend for imagining said friend's girlfriend in his home cooking for him - or in his bed breeding her. BUT he had since stepped out on the relationship so karma would have to skip him, right? If anything, you being with him would be doing both of you a favor - you wouldnât be cheated on and he would dote on you every chance he had.
Jungkook begins to enter you, shuddering at the tightness of your pussy. It engulfs him completely, as if shoving him in with whatever powers it held.Â
Shit.
Instantly, Jungkook begins to pound into you - you casted a spell, surely. Whatever you put in the food had caused him to be highly consumed by you entirely. Maybe a baby would be nice, right?
You werenât expecting Jungkook to get right into it - neither were you against it. He holds your legs apart in a tight hold, cock pounding into you so heavenly that even you thought about giving the man what he has been imagining.
âFuck,â Jungkook hisses when his eyes catch the white, creamy ring around his cock. âyou havenât been fucked good in so long. Youâre milking my cock already.â
âMaybe if you werenât such a pussy before you couldâve been fucking me.â you needed Jungkook to fuck you harder if possible. Making him mad and taunting him was an amazing way to start.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are furious, lust and anger swirling in them. âMaybe if you wouldâve asked me to fuck you I would have.â he spits back, his thrust quickening. âYou always looked so desperate, too.â
âI was.â your hand slap against his bare chest, but it doesnât cause him to stop - no, if anything it makes him fuck into you even deeper at your retaliation. âYou were desperate to fuck me, too.â you moaned when he hit that sweet spot that has never been touched before. âLike a little teenage boy.â
Neither of you notice the footsteps coming closer to the bedroom, far too entangled with one another's pleasure.Â
âI know when a bitch needs to be stuffed. Shouldâve filled you with my cum years ago.â Jungkook flips you onto your stomach. He yanks your hair back so your back is perfectly arched - and then he takes you just as hard as before. âBut tonight will be the night that I do what we both want, huh?â
âFuck, youâre so deep.â your eyes snap shut, stomach forming knots. Your breast bounces in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
One hand in your hair while the other begins to play with your wet clit. Jungkook buries his head at the side of your neck, lips against your ear.
âYouâre coming home with me tonight, Y/N. Iâm going to breed you here, then youâre leaving with me.â Itâs the sex and lust talking that's causing him to be so demanding and possessive, but you and him both go along with it. When the high was down, then maybe the two of you could talk with sense.
But as of right now - he was determined to put a baby in you without thinking of any consequences and stupidly, so were you.
âYouâre gonna leave him right?â Jungkook asks, yanking your hair harder as his hips jut into you. âYouâre gonna give me that baby you want me to put in you so bad and youâre gonna leave that sad excuse of a man.â
Your pussy clenches around him and your eyes manage to open. Youâre shocked to see him at the door, eyes wide and watching his friend fuck you into oblivion all the while bad mouthing him.
âY-Yes!â your juices leak down your thigh, overstimulated due to Jungkookâs fucking and aggressive rubbing along to your swollen clit. âWant your baby.â
You donât break eye contact with the man - itâs evident that heâs shocked, but he cannot be angered. Not with you, at least, maybe with his friend.Â
âHe could never fuck me like you. Never give me a baby.â
Now you were purposely taunting him, upset that this is when he decides to come home - but a bit glad that he gets to witness the end of an already crumbled relationship. You wonder how he feels witnessing his friend fuck you better than he ever could; with more passion.
You cum around Jungkookâs cock, juices leaking out of you and onto your bed and Jungkook isnât far behind you. His thrust began to grow sloppy. He leans away from your neck, eyes glancing up at the figure watching them - the same figure of his former friend; one who had not spoken to him in months unbeknownst to you.Â
The friendship had ended months prior when Jungkook had suggested that he treat you better, in which he responded angrily that if he wanted you to be treated good so bad that he should have you, declaring that he would have nothing but his sloppy seconds. Never truly imagining that he would witness it happen before his eyes - he was just angry and drunk at the time when he spoke so harshly of you.
Jungkook cums inside of you, so deep and so much. His eyes never leave the shocked ones of his former friend at the door as the both of you allow the high to die down. âYouâre coming home with me tonight.â he says, not asking but demanding.
You nod your head, eyes leaving that of your former boyfriend and they close as his (former) friend gently lays you down onto your bed.
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A Film By Peter Parker
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out
warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia
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Of course he went for Liz.
Liz was the ingĂ©nue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. Youâd been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.
But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dadâs arrest and taken Peterâs feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didnât sit at the end of the table like you usually did.
âOh, hey.â Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasnât creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.
âHi.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished youâd just stayed in your usual spot.
âWhat do you mean? She always sits with us.â Peter pointed out.
âNo, she always sits down there. Sheâs never actually sat with us before.â Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.
âYes, but Iâm sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.â You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldnât just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.
âOh, for Mr. Eddieâs class? Itâs easy. Iâll show you my notes.â Peterâs offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peterâs suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest youâd ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.
âDoes that make sense?â Peterâs asked when he was done explaining.
âYeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. Youâre so smart.â You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.
âThatâs nice of you to say but Iâm really not that smart. I just like chemistry.â He replied as he blushed from the compliment.
âOh, come on. Youâre the smartest guy I know. Youâre the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I donât raise my hand because I donât even know what Iâm confused about yet.â
âThatâs I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and youâre already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever theyâre called.â
âYou listen to when I talk in English?â You asked with a soft smile.
âOf course I do.â Peter shrugged. âI always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.â
âI liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.â Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.
âThe one with the flies-â
âWe know.â Peter cut him off.
âAnyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. Iâve been stuck on it all week.â You said to Peter.
âUgh. Thatâs been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And itâs due tomorrow.â Peter groaned.
âOh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.â You offered.
âReally? Youâd help me?â Peter smiled in surprise.
âYeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.â
Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.
âOh my God.â Ned said. âThatâs why youâre sitting here. You have a-â
âCan I talk to you for a second, Ned?â You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.
âYou like Peter!â Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.
âYou need to keep your mouth shut.â You hissed. âYes, I like Peter, okay? Iâve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that sheâs in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I donât want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.â
You took your hand off Nedâs mouth and he started to gasp for air.
âOh, please. Your nose wasnât covered. You could breathe just fine.â You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.
âSo you actually like Peter? For his personality?â
âYes. Is that so hard to believe?â
âKinda, yeah.â Ned admitted.
âI like everything about him. And Iâm gonna tell him that. Just please, donât say anything before I do. Iâll tell him when Iâm ready.â
âAre you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?â Ned whispered to you.
âWhat? No. Why would you even ask me that?â
âBecause youâre a witch.â Ned said like it was obvious.
âIâm not a witch.â You groaned. âI just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.â
âThen about that time on the bus?â
âWeâve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didnât move him with my mind.â
âAnd that one time in physics?â Ned narrowed his eyes.
âI still donât know how that guys shirt caught on fire.â You shrugged. âItâs a mystery to me.â
âIt caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.â Ned pointed out.
âMaybe he was just standing too close to the flame.â You shrugged.
âHe was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.â Ned reminded you.
âThe magic of science.â You shrugged again.
âBut what about that time-â
âDonât bring up the nosebleed.â You whined.
âI am gonna bring up the nosebleed.â Ned hissed. âIn sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?â
âYouâve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?â
âLook, Iâm not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.â Ned sighed. âBut Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I donât want any spells cast on him.â
âThatâs fine. There will not be any spells.â You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.
âWoah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?â Flash snorted.
âShut up.â You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.
âWitch!â He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.
âShut up. Letâs go back inside.â You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.
Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.
âYou can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.â Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.
âHm. You make it sound so simple.â You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.
âItâs, uh, itâs pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and itâs worked much better for me.â
âThanks for helping me. Youâre a good teacher.â You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.
âThanks. And so are you. That was the best essay Iâve ever produced. I honestly worry she wonât believe I wrote it.â
âWell if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.â You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. Youâd been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didnât feel like looking away.
âThanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.â
âItâs no problem. And it wasnât frustrating at all.â You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.
âThanks.â He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.
âWould you ever want to hang out socially?â You blurted.
âLike, and not do homework?â He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.
âYeah. Sure. Iâd love to.â
âCool. Me too.â You smiled. You hadnât meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.
âDoes this weekend work?â He asked you.
âYeah. What do you want to do?â
Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.
âFirts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.â He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.
âStaring me.â You smiled and waved to the camera.
âAre you sure youâre cool with me filming this?â Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.
âYeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didnât get to see.â
âUhhh, no reason.â Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.
âWell I like it. I feel like Iâm on Modern Family.â You said and posed for the camera.
âWhich family member would you be?â Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.
âDuh. Lily.â
âI can so see that.â He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.
âOh, sorry. Our hands touched.â You laughed shyly.
âOh my God. So romantic.â Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.
âStop it.â You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.
After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. Heâd been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.
âBig Lego Aladdin.â You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.
âThatâs the first time Iâve ever heard that string of words come out of someoneâs mouth.â Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.
âThis is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.â You said and excitedly shook his arm.
âI can do that.â He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.
Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peterâs face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.
âCome on. I havenât even showed you the coolest part yet.â Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didnât bring his phone out again until you had built each other.
âShow me what you made.â He laughed from the other side of the phone.
âLooks! Itâs a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.â You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.
âThis is Y/n. I canât believe I found the shoes you always wear.â He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.
âYou notice my shoes?â You asked with a smile. Peter didnât catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.
âLook. Theyâre holding hands.â Peter gasped.
âAw.â You laughed. âUs on the subway.â
âWe should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.â Peter said and put his phone away.
âYouâre so cute.â You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.
âI mean-â
âCome on. I wanna take you somewhere else.â He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmarâs and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasnât at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.
âOkay, this is Y/nâs first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Letâs get her reaction.â Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.
âWait, why is it so flat?â You laughed and held the sandwich up.
âOh, sorry.â He chuckled. âI forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But youâll like it. Trust me. Itâs much better when itâs squished down real flat.â
âWell Iâm glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.â You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.
âYeah? You like it?â He asked hopefully.
âI do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.â You admitted.
âWell, Iâm very pleased to hear that.â Peter smiled and phone away. âSo to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.â
âOh.â You smiled coyly. âI didnât realize there would be a next time.â
âThere better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come weâve never hung out before?â
âI donât know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring atâŠâ You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.
âIt doesnât matter. Iâm just glad weâre friends now.â You said instead.
âMe too. Iâve never had a girl friend.â
âWhat was that?â You said and started choking on your saliva.
âAll my friends in my life were guys. Itâll be nice to have a female influence in my life.â
âOh. Girl friend.â You smiled tightly.
You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didnât know if you should hug or not.
âWe uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.â You said with a timid smile.
âOh, right. Thats a great idea.â Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.
âSo, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?â He asked you.
â9/10.â You grinned and held up two thumbs.
âWhat? Whyâd I only get a 9?â Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.
âI had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.â
âWell I wouldâve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.â Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.
âSeriously, though. Whenâs the next time weâre hanging out?â
It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.
âPeterâs first time!â You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.
âTrying boba.â He clarified. âI donât understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?â
âYes. Sip it slowly so they donât all go down your throat.â You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.
âPeter! I said slowly!â You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.
Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peterâs life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.
Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. Heâd rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.
âDid you always make these little videos?â You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.
âI used too make them all the time but I hadnât for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.â
âReally? Why?â You wondered and stumbled off the curb.
âI donât know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.â He shrugged. You couldnât help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.
âSo I could be the star?â You asked and posed for the camera.
âExactly. Youâre my muse.â He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.
Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.
âDonât break those.â You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.
âIâm not even wearing your glasses.â He lied and admired himself in the camera.
âYes you are.â
âNo Iâm not. But yes, I am.â
âKnew it.â You snorted.
âHey, how come girls always smell so good?â Peter wondered. âYour hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.â
âItâs just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?â
âItâll be hard but I can try.â Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.
âIncoming.â You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.
âNo, donât.â He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.
âOw. My ribs.â
âYouâll heal.â You rolled your eyes. âNow can you help me with number 7?â
âOh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?â He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.
âOh, honey.â You grimaced just a few words into the email.
âIs it bad?â
âGood evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. Iâm so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.â You read out loud.
âWhatâs wrong with that?â
âAfter your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!â You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.
âShe may have forgotten.â He pointed out. âI canât take any chances.â
âPeter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.â
âWell excuse me, genius.â He said sarcastically. âHow would you write it?â
âHere.â You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.
âOh, wow. Thatâs actually really good.â He said once he read your updated version.
âThis is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-â
âLittle?â He interrupted.
âYouâre right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.â You corrected. âAnyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. Itâs like youâre Einstein and Iâm Victor Hugo.â
âWho the hell is that?â He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.
âThe guy who wrote Les Mis.â You said like it was obvious.
âNever heard of it.â
âWhat? Youâve never seen Les MisĂ©rables?â You asked in a thick French accent.
âHuh?â
âWe have to watch it. Itâs so good.â You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.
âOh my God. Itâs two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.â Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.
âBut itâs so good.â You urged. âWe can just leave it on in the background while we work. Itâs super light and easy to watch.â
âReally? Whatâs it about?â
âOh, you know. Just war torn France.â You mumbled.
âNo. Absolutely not.â
âBut youâll like it! Thereâs prostitution and con men and umâŠoh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.â You said and shook his arm.
âI hate you.â He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.
âFine.â You huffed. âI finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You donât actually have to send that email.â
âAnd here is your completed chemistry homework.â Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.
âAw.â You gushed. âLook at us. I love cheating with you.â
âSo do I. We make a great pairing.â He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadnât realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.
âNow that weâre all done with our work, you know what we should do?â He asked as he moved in closer.
âW-what should we do?â You stuttered now that he was right there.
âYou know what Iâve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?â He asked.
âNo. I mean, I donât know. What?â You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.
âI wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-â
âNo. Iâm not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldnât even hear it.â You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.
âWhat did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didnât realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.â May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.
âMay.â He said warningly.
âSorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.âShe whispered the last part before shutting the door.
âMay!â He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.
âThat was so weird. What did she think we were doing?â You laughed nervously to break the silence.
âPsh. I know.â Peter scoffed. âShe said she was interrupting but we werenât even doing anything.â
âYeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?â You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.
âUs? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.â Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.
âDo you think she made dinner?â Peter asked after a beat of silence.
âLetâs check.â You said and quickly got off the bed.
You didnât discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldnât sleep that night because you couldnât stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.
Your pity party didnât last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.
âThis guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.â Peter said.
âYou listened to it?â You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.
âYep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldnât understand what they were saying with their accents. Itâs actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasnât such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?â Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.
âHeâs not an idiot. Heâs a romantic.â You sighed. âHe doesnât notice Eponine because heâs in love with Cosette. And course he is. Sheâs prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesnât even see Eponine.â
âGood hair isnât everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.â Peter scoffed. âIâm team Eponine all the way.â
âAre you really?â You asked hopefully.
âOh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.â Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldnât help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.
âI forgot how good this album is. I havenât listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when youâŠâ You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.
âWhen I what?â Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.
âBack when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.â You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.
âIâm sorry, I didnât hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?â He asked you.
âNever mind.â You smiled. âIt wasnât important.â
He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.
âDid Liz just text you?â You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.
âOh, yeah. Weâve been talking lately.â He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.
âYou have?â You asked with a dry mouth.
âYeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.â He told you.
âAnd see you?â You asked with a sad smile.
âI guess so.â He shrugged. âIt would be nice to see her.â
âYeah. Totally.â You said weakly. âSo how long have you guys been talking?â
âI donât know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and weâve been catching up.â
âThatâs awesome.â You lied.
âI know. I didnât think Iâd ever hear from her again after she moved.â
âNeither did I.â You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.
âI gotta go. See you later.â You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didnât stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.
Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasnât about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didnât dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.
âY/n isnât here yet?â Peterâs huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.
âNot yet. Actually, I havenât seen your girlfriend all day.â Ned realized.
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â Peter blushed. âAnd Iâm pretty sure sheâs avoiding me. Sheâs been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.â
âWell did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?â
âNo. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.â Peter whispered harshly. âWe were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.â
âDid you say anything weird to her? Girls donât like it when you say weird things to them.â
âI know that. I didnât say anything weird.â Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.
âI knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.â
âWhat was the text? Was it May saying something weird?â
âNo. And stop saying weird. It doesnât sound like a real word anymore.â Peter ordered. âAnd the text was just from Liz.â
âOh shit.â Ned said when he heard this.
âWhat?â Peter wondered.
âOh, Peter.â Ned sighed. âPeter, Peter, Peter.â
âWhat?â He asked again, annoyed now.
âPeter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.â
âAre you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?â
âI canât tell you. Iâm sworn to secrecy. And I donât want Y/n to put a hex on my family.â Ned said and held up his hands.
âY/n swore you to secrecy? About what?â
âCanât say.â Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.
âDoes she not like Liz? And doesnât want me to know?â
âDude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.â
âSo she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And sheâs jealous that Liz texted me and not her?â Peter whispered with wide eyes.
âYouâre getting colder.â Ned waved his hand. âI donât even know how you got there.â
âThat was all my guesses. Just tell me.â Peter whined.
âHell no. I donât want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.â
âYou donât have crops.â Peter pointed out.
âI could develop some.â Ned snapped.
âI just donât understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. Weâre best friends. She usually tells me everything.â Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.
âWell I wouldnât have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.â Ned sighed dramatically.
âI need to find her.â Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.
âHey.â He said and waved cautiously.
âHey.â You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.
âWhatâs going on with you? I havenât seen you all day.â He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.
âWhy didnât you tell me youâve been talking to Liz?â You asked quietly.
âI donât know. I wasnât hiding it. I just didnât think it would interest you.â
âWell you have no idea how interesting I found it.â You laughed dryly. âWhat do you guys talk about anyway?â
âWell, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didnât believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently heâs been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And itâs only ever about school or work.â
âOh. I thought you guys were talking talking.â You couldnât help but smile a little when you heard the word âboyfriend.â
âNo.â He shook his head. âJust regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didnât know what that meant so she had to tell me. I shouldâve just googled it.â
You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.
âDo you still have feelings for her?â You asked quietly.
âFor her? No.â He laughed. âThose are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.â
âOh God. Donât even tell me. I donât want to know.â You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.
âActually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?â Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.
âIâm not really in the mood right now, P.â
âCome on. I canât make it without my muse.â He said and nudged you slightly. You couldnât help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.
âIn a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.â Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.
âOkay. Shade. Thatâs fine.â
âWhat will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?â He kept the voice as he looked at you.
âWait, what?â You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.
âWhatâs it gonna take?â He asked again in his normal voice.
âI donât understand.â You laughed nervously.
âI watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.â He admitted.
âOh shit. You watched it?â You grimaced.
âUh huh. So if youâre Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didnât realize his best friend was in love with him?â
âI guess so.â You said with a tight smile and still didnât understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.
âYou know, if I didnât have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.â Peter told you.
âYou wouldnât? Why not?â
âBecause it doesnât seem possible that the coolest girl Iâve ever met liked me.â He replied.
âYou think Iâm cool?â You asked skeptically.
âI think youâre the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.â He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.
âYouâre my best friend.â You told him. âIâm sorry I want more.â
âIâm not sorry.â He shrugged.
âYouâre not?â
âIâm just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what Iâve been looking for has been here the whole time.â He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.
âWait, why does that sound so familiar?â You wondered.
âDonât think about it too hard.â Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.
âWas that Taylor Swift?â You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.
âShh. No.â He shook his head. âBut yes, it was. Youâre not the only one with good music taste.â
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to weave my love â n. riki [TEASER]
â SYNOPSIS -âș Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- heâs even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things heâs bad at? Well, itâs asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with youâŠwhile being Spider-man.
â PAIR -âș spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader
â GENREÂ -âș fluff, banter, comfort â TROPES -âș classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers â WC -âș 6-10k (est.)
â RELEASE DATE -âș IT'S HEREEEEEEEE YAYYYY
â REN SAYS... spiderman niki is a need hes so cute i love riki sm đđ«” also poll voted for this and tbh i just wanna write downbad riki LOLZ | LIBRARY
âGod, I donât think you can look at her any more down bad than you already do right now.â Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, heâs able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasnât the one with superpowers.
âCan you shut up?â Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he watches you smile and point to something. âI just got pummeled into a semi truck last night. Let me have this before I die in a week.â
âVery grim,â his friend notes, ruffling the youngerâs hair. âI think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.â And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.
Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. âYâknow, I read the book for English so she wouldnât think Iâm an idiot.â
His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. âShe probably already thinks youâre an idiot.â
The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. âDonât say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.â
Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. âThatâs because you donât.â
âIâll prove to her that Iâm worth her time.â Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. âMaybe Iâll ask her out to prom, show up to her balcony in my suit. Do that cheesy upside kiss shit people say Spiderman does.â When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. âI will! Well-maybe not the Spiderman thing, but prom definitely.â
Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. âYou barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?â And the younger grins, his eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.
âYup.â And his fate is sealed, just like that.
âAre you going to prom, Riki?â Is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.
âIâm thinking about it.â Yeah- whatever confidence he had 37 minutes ago really isnât serving him well in this moment, because frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. âYou?â
âIâd have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.â You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes.
âWell, youâre not the only single one here.â And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. âIf someone asked, would you say yes?â
You think about it, really- because you donât really have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Rikiâs not planning on going. âItâd have to someone I know- someone I talk to somewhat regularly. Iâd be nice to be with someone who doesnât make it awkward.â
Nishimura Riki might die from overthinking if he keeps wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.
RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM â talk to ____ regularly â don't make it awkward â be..cute?
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jealous jake êŁà§
as a scorpion man, jake would often be jealous to you, his possessiveness showing up when the members look at you a little too much for his liking or at random men on the street. he can act cocky when he can trust the other man, meaning his member but if he doesn't know him, there would be a hint of insecurity in him.
as you guys went shopping, jake will always be following you like the puppy he is, holding the clothes you want to try or just your hand bag. you could send him to change one piece of clothing size, he would automatically agree and go straight to wear he should go without forgetting to kiss your temple. but when he sees you chatting with another man, he would come back fast to you. hi baby, i found your size, he'd say staring at the unknown man in front of you, who is this ? he would then add with faux honesty. and even if you reassure him in telling him you were telling the unknown man that you have a boyfriend but that wouldn't stop his scorpio feelings to come out, so she told you she has a boyfriend and you're still here ? finally showing his true color. as the other man leaves you guys be he would finally look back at you w a pout and whine that's why i can't let you alone a single second out or you're too pretty to stay alone baby, he would say as he hugs you. after that incidence, he wouldn't let you alone for a second nor his small pout would go away : he doesn't know how to ask for reassurance n his body can't help but show it. so if you tell him what he needs to hear, in an other shop, he would abruptly ask you baby, you love me and only me right ? or you'll never leave me, right ?
as you come at the door unnoticed to surprise jake, his member heesung open you the door with a welcoming hug. as you guys start to chat, jakes wouldn't miss to hear your voice, n would come out of his bedroom, your sudden venue making his imaginary tail waving, only seeing you so happily greet his fellow member w a hug. usually he wouldn't mind as he loves you also because you're nice n sweet but as you are currently dressed up specially for him, wearing his fav mini skirt w a more or less revealing top, he can't help but question why would ou let another man touch you that way. he would be even more baffled as he see you interact w him instead of coming straight to him. hi babe, he would say coming close to you, one hand on your waist the other on holding your cheek before finally kissing you deeply wanting to disgust heesung away from the both of you. he would even out the tongue in it, kissing you for minutes if that means he will leave you alone. as the public is finally gone, he wouldn't ask your question wether on why he is suddenly kissing you like this, but would lead you the his room. why were you hugging him ? or what were you doing ? would be asked his jealousy barely hidden. you'd obviously finally get why he is being like this, as it's not the first time jake likes to claim you in front of other people, and if you tease him about it, he'd act obvious jealous ? me ? pfft no, why would i be jealous for. and he would take him few minutes for him to admit, yes i am jealous, so horribly jealous, he would finally admit coming closer to you, you know i cant have all of these people all over you, specially when you look like that baby, he would murmur, his hands coming to your waist strongly pulling you closer to him. and i don't like sharing, he'd add as he would bend down to your height so what if i'm jealous, you're mine, he would barely whisper right in top of your lips before kissing you again.
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|Now you know my name| pt.1
A/n: I know itâs been a while but Ive recently started watching the boys and fell on my knees for this man. Literally on my knees for him, I love him so much.
Summary: After having a long mission all you wanted was a shower along with a sneaky link but What happens when you take a steamy shower pic and send it to the wrong person?
Warnings: Language, homel@nder (such a cunt)
Smut will happen in pt.2 I promise
Word count: 1.5k
Some of the basics you just joined the boys and have became close with Frenchie, Kimiko, M.M, Hughie, and even Annie. For some strange odd reason Butcher never seemed to be interested in you or even care to remember your name. Youâve tried being nice and understanding towards him but he either ignored you or walked off. Thatâs when you decided you werenât going to pay attention to him anymore and for 3 whole weeks you havenât.
You couldnât think of Butcher at this exact moment though, the only thing you thought about was finishing a stupid mission to get some intel and get out quick. You sat with Frenchie and Kimiko in the van right behind Butcher who was driving. Everyone was busy talking who was doing what, when Hughie turned to you.
âYou remember what your job is right y/nâ he seemed nervous but serious.
To be totally honest today wasnât the best day for you and you werenât having it he told you your job over and over today least to say you were tired of it. Sure you were the youngest but you werenât dumb.
Sarcastically you say â You know what Hughie after the million times you told me, I donât fucking rememberâ
The van got silent for a moment. Hughie was in shock along with M.M and Frenchie.
âOĂ whats the matter with youâ Butcher roughly says while looking in the mirror to look at you.
âCan you just driveâ Rolling your eyes you avoid the gazes from everyone else by looking out the window. You see as Butcher he goes to say something but you just put on headphones and ignore him.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
After an agonizing car ride, the van comes to a full stop. You took off your headphones and climbed out of the van, Frenchie holding the door gave you an apologetic look. You pull down your pencil skirt fixing your blazer as well.
âYou okay, mon amourâ he put a hand on your face.
âYeah Frenchie donât worry about itâ you gave him a comforting smile and turned to close the door.
The job today was to get into vought and plant a bug in Stan Edgarâs office. The seven havenât seen your face around enough to remember it so you were the one going to sneak in.
Frenchie was hooking you up to a mic and camera so if you were to need back up you could get it within minutes. âOkay you should be able to get in and out with little obstaclesâ Hughie reassured you. M.M handed you the bug which you put in your phone case as Hughie did.
âOkay I think Iâm ready to goâ you were confident you were going to be able to do this.
âAye donât screw it upâ
You turn to Butcher. He has a dumb smirk on his face that you want to punch off his face but you keep your composure while you put in your ear piece before walking away.
You pulled out your phone while walking in the building typing a message.
âYouâre such a cunt William , fuck youâ
While walking through security and getting a pat down, you see Annie walk by she gives you a smile and a head tilt on which way to go. You are escorted by security up to the elevator. You had a cover as being an important investor to vought but you wanted to meet the man himself. Stan Edgar. Feeling your phone vibrate in your hand you look at it to see a message from Butcher. Without unlocking your phone to see the message you show it to the tiny camera connected to your shirt.
You hear through your earpiece, itâs Frenchie telling you to ignore the English man so you do putting your phone down to your side.
When you hear the elevator ding you are met with none other then Homelander. He has a disgusted look on his face as he looks at you. You start walking out of the elevator when he speaks.
âHave we met beforeâ
You donât know what to say almost to stun to speak so you just smile âNo I donât think so, maybe at a charity eventâ
You give a smile to reassure him. He looks you up and down seeing his expression change you change the topic. âHey would you happen to know where Mr.Edgars office is?â
âOh sweetheart youâre on the wrong floorâ you cringe at the âsweetheartâ part feeling your skin crawl.
âHere Iâll take youâ he states not making it seem like a question at all.
In your earpiece you hear Butcher -donât fucking get in the elevator- he sounds furious so you take out your earpiece and take out earrings to cover it up and shoving it into your purse. Now your team can only see and hear you.
Homelander steps into the elevator holding the door for you, giving you an overwhelming smile âso are you coming or notâ
You smile back to him before stepping inside the elevator. âThank you so much for showing meâ
He holds the smug smile on his face âNo problem sweetheartâ you cringe at the name again as your smile dies down. It becomes awkwardly silent as the building floors ding, you hear your phone starting to blow up. Homelander turns to you âYou can answer that if you need toâ you give him a head nod âoh itâs nothing importantâ he starts to speak as the doors open.
You take a step out quick not wanting to be with him a minute longer, leaving homelander in the elevator by himself. Thanking him you hurry to Stan Edgarâs office, heâs not in his office according to starlight. Quickly you pop in putting the bug under his office desk. You rush out of the office to be greeted yet again by the bitch in red white and blue.
âHe wasnât in there was heâ heâs staring into your soul, taking a step closer to you.
âOh no heâs not, my assistant was texting me that he rescheduled last minuteâ you smile to him hoping it would make your lie seem more believable.
âYouâre a lying bitchâ the supe threatens backing you into a corner with a freighting grin on his face.
âExcuse meâ
âI do know you, youâre one of Huggies little friends arenât youâ
You try to shove him but he doesnât move âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ He pins your arms down.
âYouâre lying, I can tellâ His eyes start to glow red, when starlight comes into view.
She rushes to your side as she yells for him to let you go. He lets go âOh hey starlightâ he tries to play it off.
âMiss why donât you come with meâ She puts an arm around your shoulder, leading you back to the elevator. When inside the elevator and the doors close she turns to you with a worried look on her face.
âDid you really take out your earpieceâ
âYeah but Annie-â you try to justify for yourself but she cuts you off.
âY/n that was really risky, if it werenât for Hughie who knows that homelander would have doneâ
âOkay im sorryâ you didnât mean it you still finished what you were suppose to and nothing that bad happened. You open your phone to see you have 10 messages all from Butcher.
Ignore the dumb cunt.
Donât get in that fucking elevator.
Youâre stuck with homelander how is that not in your fucking brain.
Y/n get out.
NOW.
Bloody hell stop being a cunt.
Youâre going to get killed.
GET OUT!
Heâll KILL YOU!
Get the bloody hell away from him.
You have a shocked look on your face turning your phone to Annie. She has a puzzled look before grabbing your phone and looking at the messages. Sheâs shocked too. She covered your camera mouthing how sheâs so shocked and didnât know Butcher was this upset, totally agreeing with her as you are still in shock.
As the elevator doors open you separate now at the main floor, you step out of the elevator giving her a small wave. Walking towards the front door, you see a person you recognize pretending to read a newspaper. As you meet his eyes Butcher drops the paper and starts walking over to you. You stop walking standing in place in shock. He grabs you by your wrist before practically dragging you outside the building. M.m pulls up with the van before Butcher shoves you inside following you in climbing in the backseat. M.m drives away and thatâs when Billy starts yelling.
âWhat the bloody hell were you thinkingâ he yelled.
âI think I planted the fucking bugâ you yelled back at him getting into his face.
âYou almost died y/nâ
The van got quiet. Butcher had never said your name ever. To stunned to speak but still boiling with anger. You try to turn away putting on your headphones.
He pulls them off âI think the fuck notâ
âOh so now you want to act like you care like youâre my daddyâ
You continued on âYou treat me like shit just to care now, fuck you butcherâ
Hughie tries to intervene âGuys come on-â
You turn to him âHughie thanks for the back up but I swear to fucking god-â you feel a hand go across your face. You hold your face.
You hear Frenchie in the back of the van âoh shitâ
You turn to Butcher âDid you just fucking slap meâ
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Wicked Game E.M.
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! angst, slightly mean!Eddie, enemies to lovers, smut, Eddie calls reader names, choking, Eddie spits in reader's mouth, masturbation, unprotected sex, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, Eddie calling himself freak, hurt/comfort, Eddie calls reader âbeeâ, itâs a nickname he gave her
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Your best friend Steve and his new friend bring someone into your life that you just can't stand, Eddie Munson. He teases you, he says mean things to you and as foolish as you are, you still desire him- just like he desires you.
Word count: 12.5k+
Note: @take-everything-you-can , thank you for this amazing request. I hope you're gonna like this one, I loved writing it!
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Tagging some people who might be interested đ„° @littledemondani @wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @mysticmunson @aftermidnightwriting @bimbobaggins69
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You and your best friend come as a package deal, wherever one goes, the other follows. There is not a single day you spend without each other, you do lunch breaks together, he comes over to hang out even when youâre busy studying or doing homework, you help him get ready for dates and he helps you pick out outfits for parties, when heâs sick, you take care of him and vice versa. You adore him. You are pretty sure that you will move in together if neither of you find a partner till then.Â
You grew up together and always stuck to each otherâs side.Â
When your best friend found a second best friend, you were scared that you would lose him but luckily, that wasnât the case, he didnât leave, he didnât abandon you like others would do after making new friends. You would always be his number one and he made that very clear and she became your best friend as well. Robin is amazing, you adore her just as much as you adore Steve. She is funny and sweet and you love spending time with her but you canât stand her âforeverâ best friend, Eddie Munson.Â
That man had it out for you ever since he laid eyes on you, you donât know what it is about you that makes him so mad but he never fails to make you feel irritated and angry. Eddie is not malicious in any way, he is no bully. He just makes his dislike for you very known. He teases you, makes sly and snarky comments, glares at you before you even turn to look at him.Â
That was before your best friend became his best friend.Â
Now itâs so much worse because not only do you have to tolerate him at school, you also have to tolerate him in your free time.Â
While Robin is always sweet and supportive of you.Â
Eddie is grumpy, mean and annoyed with you.Â
You donât know where it had all started, you canât even remember if you ever even talked to him before he chose to hate you, all you remember is the cold shoulder he only ever gave you.Â
You do wonder why he dislikes you so much, is it because you come from the popular crowd? Maybe. But Steve used to be the most popular guy in school and Eddie still gets along with him and likes him. Is it because you have wealthy parents? Because you live in a big house, wear fancy clothes and have a nice car? Possible. But Steve has it all too and he never gets shit from Eddie. Or are you just an unlikable person to him? Now, that would make you sad because that would mean that he would just hate you for the person you are, he would hate you for your personality, for being you.Â
But then things take a small turn after a party at Steveâs place. You see a little deeper into his mind.Â
âWhatâs with the scowl on your face, bee?â Eddie asks as he gets so close to your face that you can smell the disgusting beer and cigarettes.Â
âEw, get off,â you scowl as you push him away, âand stop calling me that, nerd.âÂ
Eddie hasnât strayed away from that nickname ever since you had been stung by one when you were all out at the lake, you kept swatting away the bee that continuously made itâs way back to you, you called it annoying and hissed in pain when it had stung you. Eddie laughed at your demise, âyouâre a bee too, annoying and ready to attackâ.
He smirks, flicking your hair, he moves back and plops down on the bench beside you, he follows your gaze, he canât even help but scoff when he sees what youâre looking at.Â
Steve is talking to the girl that stood him up a week ago, calling off the date because of her upset stomach but then you and Robin ran into her at the store, she was with a different guy, he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck while she was picking out snacks, not looking sick at all.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes, âjealous huh?âÂ
You scrunch your face up, tearing your eyes away from Steve, you turn to look at Eddie, âwhy would I be jealous?âÂ
He shrugs, leaning back, he blows smoke into your face and smirks when you begin to cough.Â
âBecause youâre in love with Steve.âÂ
A loud laugh falls from your lips, earning a few looks from the other partygoers who spend the night out in the garden rather than the crowded house.Â
âIâm not in love with Steve,â you snort, shaking your head as your eyes flicker with amusement.Â
Itâs not the first time that someone assumed that you are in love with him or that he is in love with you. You get mistaken for a couple, all the time, sometimes you play along just for the fun of it but you and Steve are not into each other, at all. It has always been purely platonic between you two, thereâs no feelings on his part and neither on yours. You are best friends, platonic soulmates.Â
âYes, you are,â Eddie says.Â
Rolling your eyes, you sigh, âwhat makes you say that?âÂ
âBecause youâre super close and you are fiercely protective of him, like in a way where you can just tell that youâre in love with him.â
âThatâs such nonsense,â you scoff, âIâm protective, yes.âÂ
He nods, shrugging.Â
âBecause he is my best friend! One who got hurt by a girl he used to love, he got his heart broken, twice! I donât want it to happen again, he deserves better.âÂ
Eddie thinks about your words, searching for something in your eyes, for a moment, you think that he believes you but then he shakes his head.Â
âYeah, youâre still in love with him.âÂ
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back, âokay well, then youâre in love with Robin.âÂ
Eddie laughs loudly, throwing his head back. You glare at him, growing irritated by his presence.Â
âYouâre funny, bee.âÂ
âWhy am I funny? I mean, youâre just as close as Steve and I are,â you shrug.Â
His brown eyes twinkle with amusement, he leans in closer. You ignore the way his cologne makes your head spin or the way his eyes flicker down to your lips or the way heâ âStop!â you tell yourself.Â
âRobin doesnât swing that way, remember?âÂ
A breathy laugh leaves your lips and you smirk at him, âyeah but you do, right?â You ask, raising your eyebrows, âjust because she isnât into you or into men in general, doesnât mean that you canât have feelings for her. Unrequited love is a thing, you know that right?âÂ
His eyes darken, smirk falling from his lips, his expression hardens, he eyes your face slowly, nodding after a moment of silence, âyeah, itâs a thing. I know that,â he mumbles under his breath, bitterly. He clenches his jaw and looks away.Â
You furrow your brows as you stare at his side profile. Thereâs something deeper behind his words, you know that but you choose to ignore it.Â
âSo, you are in love with her, huh?â You ask, smirking in satisfaction when you realize that you have successfully used his own teasing against him.Â
He scoffs, putting his cigarette between his lips, he stretches his arm out behind you and looks up at the sky, âno, Iâm not in love with her.âÂ
âAm I supposed to believe that?âÂ
âYeah.â
âOkay,â you nod, shrugging, âwell, then you gotta believe me that Iâm not in love with Steve.âÂ
He snorts at you, âright, okay.âÂ
Placing your palms on the bench, you take a moment to look at him. Itâs a hot summer night, the heat forced him to leave his beloved leather jacket at home or probably in the van. He wears a muscle shirt, some band logo you donât recognize on the front. You let your eyes roam, eying his belt, you wonder if he had bought it that way or if he added the cuffs himselfâ wherever he got them from, either way, it looks good. He plays with the loose strings on his dark jeans, you notice a new ring on his middle finger, you look up, your eyes land on his pale neck. Squeezing your thighs together, you lick your lips and blink, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, your eyes meet hisâ he caught you staring.Â
A smirk pulls at his lips, he eyes your flustered face, whether you realize it or not, youâre biting your bottom lip and squeezing your thighs togetherâ oh, it seems like he found something new to tease you about.Â
âAre you checking me out?âÂ
For the first time, you have nothing to say, nothing to fight back with, no snarky remarks or comments left for you to give. Instead of saying something, you scoff and roll your eyes at him before you jump up and walk away, leaving a satisfied Eddie behind.Â
The next time Eddie sees you, you barely even look at him or acknowledge his presence and it pisses him off. Itâs no secret that you donât like him, you let him know any chance you get. You roll your eyes at him, you snap at him and refuse to sit next to him, even when itâs the only free seat left. Eddie takes it as a rejection, he thinks you are repulsed by him and by anything he does.Â
A part of him assumes that you think he is gross, after all, thatâs what the girls at school say about him. They assume that he is unhygienic, that he doesnât look after himself, that he doesnât shower or washes his clothes and thatâs why you refuse to sit next to him.Â
Eddie was always an observer, a very good one, except when it comes to you. You refuse to sit next to him because his cologne makes you dizzy, in a way it shouldnât because Eddie hates you, you shouldnât like anything about him, you shouldn't have any positive feelings for him.Â
Eddie thinks you laugh and giggle at the jokes people make about him, not knowing that you always defend him even when he still hates you.Â
âEddie,â Robin hisses, nudging his shoulder.Â
âWhat?â He grumbles, still staringâ glaring at you and your stupid smile as you look through the polaroid pictures you have taken with Robin earlier when you went out to a big flower field to take pretty pictures.Â
âStop looking at her like youâre trying to make her disappear.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs what Iâm trying to do,â Eddie shrugs as he reaches for the bag of M&Mâs, opening the bag and putting the candy into the bowl that Steve had put out on the counter.Â
Robin rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance, âyou know, if you just tried to get along with her, things could be so much easier.âÂ
Eddie hates the way his heart skips a beat when you throw your head back in laughter after Steve had whispered something in your ear. Jealousy rushes through him when Steve comes up behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder, looking at the pictures with you.Â
Robin knows her best friend very well. She knows that he doesnât hate you or dislike you in any way, he is intimidated by you, by the feelings he could have if he just let them in. Eddie had crushes before but they were all lighthearted ones, he, himself didnât even take them seriously, he just admired that person and then moved on a few days later but you? He always had a thing for you, even before Robin befriended Steve, and you and Eddie were forced into each otherâs lives. He always looked at you differently but compared to his other crushes, he never let you become one or at least, thatâs what he made himself believe. You are more than just a crush.Â
âWhy me? Sheâs the one whoâs being a bitch.âÂ
Robin scoffs, laughing at her best friend, âyouâre not serious right now, are you?âÂ
Eddieâs brown eyes flash with annoyance, âI am serious.âÂ
Robin runs her fingers through her short hair, âyouâre such an idiot, Munson.âÂ
He scrunches his face up, tearing his eyes away from you and Steve, he turns towards his best friend, âwhy am I an idiot?âÂ
âBecause youâre the one whoâs always being mean towards her for no reason, you act like a damn child who canât deal with the crush he has on that one girl,â she says in a hushed whisper, glancing at you to see if you or Steve are looking, âyouâre my best friend and I love you dude but grow up, youâre 20 for fucks sake!âÂ
Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, heâs not even hurt, just amused and surprised.Â
âOh and if you havenât realized it yet, the thing youâre feeling whenever you look at her and Steve, itâs called jealousy,â she smirks as she grabs a few of the snacks they have prepared, âSteve is truly just a best friend, theyâre purely platonic, with a capital P, like you and I,â she says, pointing between them, âbut when she actually starts dating someone, imagine how youâll feel then. So, you better get that stick out of your ass and start treating her the way you actually want to treat her.âÂ
She leaves him standing in the kitchen, smirking to herself when she notices the flustered look on his face. She knows that he likes you, just like Steve knows that you like Eddie. Youâre both too stubborn to realize it.Â
âAre we ready for movie night, or what?â Robin asks as she places the snacks on the table.Â
âYes!â You say, clapping your hands together, you start collecting the polaroid pictures.Â
âWhat are we starting with?â Steve asks as he gets up to put the tape in, âthe shining or the evil dead?âÂ
âBoth are gross,â you shudder.Â
âAw, does the princess need protection?â Eddie asks as he walks into the living room.Â
Steve chuckles, smirking at Eddie while you roll your eyes. You get up and walk past him with the pictures in your hand, you put them back in your little backpack, not noticing that you have left one on the floor. Eddieâs eyes fall on the picture, putting the bowl of M&Mâs on the table, he bends down to pick it up, itâs a picture of you, itâs a little blurry but still sharp enough for him to see all your beauty. Your smile is bright, your eyes are squinted, the sun is shining down on you, making your skin glow. Youâre wearing the same little sundress youâre wearing right now, flowers are tucked into your hair. Eddie canât even help but smile, his heart beats a little faster.Â
You are so beautiful.Â
âAlright, letâs watch the movie!â Steve says, startling Eddie, who quickly puts the picture into the backpocket of his jeans, looking around to see if anyone has noticed anything but no one did. Steve settles on the couch, Robin plops down next to him, giving him a knowing smirk. Steve nudges her shoulder as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn.Â
Eddie shakes his head, sighing. They are plotting something, he knows, they are.Â
Sitting down on the other end of the couch, he leaves the spot next to Robin for you, already expecting you to complain about sitting next to him. To his surprise, you sit down next to him without a single complaint.Â
Eddie is a little surprised.Â
âDo you want cuddles, bee?â Eddie smirks.Â
You roll your eyes as you look at him, âfrom you? No thanks.âÂ
He chuckles, âaw, come on, Iâll keep you safe.âÂ
âIâm not even scared.âÂ
Lies.Â
As much as you love horror movies, some of them just scare you. You flinch at every jump scare, hide your face behind your hands and use every possible excuse to leave the room, whether it is to get snacks or having to use the bathroom and as though the darkness in Steveâs big house isnât bad enough, it also starts storming outside. The winds are heavy and the thunder is loud, it begins to rain harder and harder.Â
Your knees are pulled to your chest and you opt to look out the window instead of the TV screen, just as one of the characters starts screaming, Eddie pokes your waist, startling you.Â
âEddie!â You shriek, slapping his arm, you glare at him as he starts laughing at your reaction.Â
âEddie!â He mimics, pouting at you.Â
You roll your eyes, clenching your jaw.Â
âLeave her alone, Munson,â Steve chuckles as he throws some popcorn at him, some of it landing in your hair as well and your cleavage.Â
Eddie snorts, looking down at his chest, he picks up some of the popcorn and pops it in his mouth, âthanks, I was just about to get some popcorn.âÂ
You shake your head when Steve throws more at him, ducking out of the way, you pick out the ones in your hair. Eddie snatches them out of your hand, âgive them to me.âÂ
You furrow your brows, watching him eat them.Â
âYou want this one too?â You joke as you reach for the one that got stuck in your cleavage.Â
His eyes widen, a smirk tugging at his lips, he looks into your eyes and you can already see the mischief, the kind of smile that tells that he is up to no good. He leans closer, instead of taking it with his fingers, he opens his mouth, waiting for you to place it on his tongue.Â
You swallow nervously, your hand moves out of instinct, placing the sweet treat on his tongue, you gasp a little when he wraps his lips around your finger.Â
What the fuck?
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks and once again, Eddie forces you to squeeze your thighs together. His lips feel hot against your skin and he looks into your eyes as he licks your finger, you canât help but wonder what it would feel like to feel his lips on other parts of your body, to feel his tongue on your clit and his ringed fingers inside of you as he looks up at you the way he does right now.Â
Eddie smirks, he knows what he has done to you. He pulls away, feeling satisfied enough, for now. He leans back against the soft cushions and places his hand on his chest, looking back at the screen, he acts like nothing even happened, while you are left a blushing mess.Â
You blink and stare at him in disbelief, goosebumps litter your skin and your heart beats fastly in your chest. As you come back to reality, you suddenly grow incredibly embarrassed, knowing that Steve and Robin most likely watched it all happen but when you turn to glance at them, you notice that Robin is fast asleep and Steveâs eyes are glued to the TV, though the smirk on his face tells you that he saw it all.Â
For the rest of the night, you sit there with a flustered look on your face, waiting for it to be over.
The following weeks, Eddie continues to act the same way, mostly.Â
He is still mean, snappy and annoying but on top of that, he added his teasing. You know itâs only to humiliate you, knowing that he can make you blush, that he can make you feel something other than anger towards him, he can see the way you react to his subtle touches and suggestive comments. A part of you thought that he would be less rude after realizing that he can get a different kind of rise out of you but you thought wrong, if anything, he becomes meaner and meaner and it all takes an unexpected turn at Tinaâs annual Halloween Party.Â
Eddie only came reluctantly, he never liked parties and only ever came to make money or to accompany his friends. Steve and Robin are on the dance floor, throwing back drinks, laughing at their own jokes and dancing with a group of drunk and giggling girls.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes as he looks around, recognizing some jocks from school with their cheerleader girlfriends who give him nasty looks. He clutches the can of beer tightly against his chest, he tries to entertain himself by looking at all the different costumes but not even that will distract him from the awful music, the annoying people or you.Â
You are wearing a fairy costume, a really exposing one. Clad in a short sage green dress, a tight corset, wings that are littered with rhinestones and glitter, heeled boots and a tiara, you look more beautiful than ever, magical.Â
Eddieâs heart fluttered in his chest when he saw you as him and Robin waited for you and Steve. He was actually frozen in place and awestruck and so was the guy, you are heavily flirting with right now.Â
Your back is pressed against the wall, youâre giggling and smiling at the guy in front of you, his hand is placed against the wall next to your head, he ducks down a little, leaning closer to you so he can hear you better over the loud music.Â
Eddie clenches his jaw, anger flooding through his veins the longer he watches you flirt with the jock he canât remember the name of.Â
He puts his other hand on your waist and leans in to whisper something into your ear, you bite your lip and nod causing more anger to rush through Eddie. He canât stand this, the sight of some asshole touching you, playing with your hair and making you giggle.Â
Eddie grips his drink tighter, enough to almost crush it. He watches you with darkened eyes.Â
The guy takes your hand and begins to pull you away, the blush on your face is deep and you fight the smile off your face, you donât even acknowledge Eddieâs presence as you walk past him, hand in hand with the other man who leads you towards the stairs.Â
Eddie feels incredibly angry.Â
Itâs the kind of anger he had never felt before.Â
He knows exactly what will happen once the jock has you all to himself and Eddie canât stand the thought of it. The fire inside of him becomes unbearable, he canât let it happen. He slams the can of beer on a nearby table and follows you, stomping after you angrily. He pushes some drunk guy out of his way who stumbles back, slurring some curse word at Eddie who doesnât even bother to look at him. Before you can even take a step further, Eddie reaches for your hand and pulls you back. Your hand slips from the otherâs manâs grip and you stumble back into Eddieâs chest, yelping.Â
Your confused face meets his, your lips part when you see the anger in his eyes.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He asks, sounding like a man, possessed.Â
You furrow your brows, âw-what?âÂ
Your new friend turns around, looking between you and Eddie.Â
âGet lost,â Eddie snaps at him, glaring at the jock, not bothering to look back, he just pulls you along with him, rolling his eyes at your protests.Â
âEddie!â You slap his arm, âlet me go!âÂ
He only shakes his head, walking towards the entrance with a determined look on his face, he opens the door and pulls you out with him. Shutting it behind you and standing it front it so you wonât be able to get back in.Â
âWhat the hell is your problem!â
âWhat were you doing with that guy?â He asks, completely ignoring your question or the angry look on your face.Â
He irritates you in the worst ways possible.
âThatâs none of your business, Munson!â You yell, âwhy do you even care?âÂ
Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at the ground instead and sighs.Â
âYou do know that he just wants to fuck you, right?â He mumbles.Â
âYeah, you do know that maybe I wanted just that?â You retort, throwing your hands up, âif you havenât noticed, I donât really have a boyfriend, oh and might I add that itâs probably your fault?âÂ
To hear that you wanted to hook up with some random guy, some jock, makes him feel sick but to hear you saying that you donât have a boyfriend because of him makes him smirk, he canât even fight it off, not even when he looks up at you and feigns annoyance, âwhy me?âÂ
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, you canât even feel the breeze on your exposed skin, you are too angry to notice anything.Â
âEvery time a guy even looks my way, youâre there, scaring them away! And god forbid someone even comes close to me or touches me in any way!âÂ
You are fed up with him and his stupid actions.Â
You know why he is doing it, he wants to see you miserable and you are miserable, he knows that. He can see the longing looks in your eyes whenever you see a cute couple out on the streets, the sad smiles that pull at your lips whenever you see a guy getting his girlfriend flowers, taking her out on dates or even something as simple as opening the door for her and placing his hand on the small of her back.Â
You crave intimacy, you crave having someone to call your own, being someone's favorite person. Yeah, you might be Steveâs favorite person, his girl but you wonât be forever, someday he is gonna meet that one girl that he will drop anyone and anything for, even you and when that happens, you wonât have anyone.Â
You arenât lucky in the dating department, at all. If it isnât Eddie scaring the guys away, then itâs you, doing it for him.Â
âWhy canât you just leave me alone?â You ask, âI know you hate me but god, when I hate someone, I stay away from them, why canât you do the same for me?âÂ
Eddie frowns at your words, his eyes flash with guilt when he sees the tears in your eyes, you arenât just angry this time, youâre also hurt.Â
âMaybe I was just protecting you,â he shrugs.Â
You scoff at his words, shaking your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes for a moment, âprotect me,â you mumble, âright, am I supposed to believe that?â You ask as you look back into his eyes. You struggle to read him. Eddieâs walls are so high up, you canât even sneak a peek.Â
He nods, âyes, the guy is a jock, bee.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âHe would just hurt you!â He says angrily, taking a step forward, âhe would get his dick wet and leave you with nothing, then he would brag about it to his friends and I can assure you, that guy doesnât even know how to make a girl cum, I did you a favor.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head, âdo you?âÂ
He blinks.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDo you know how to make a girl cum?âÂ
He blushes at your words, drawing back a little, he straightens up and chuckles, âof course.âÂ
You lick your lips, looking him up and down. Eddie must be one of the only ones without a costume, you wonder why he isnât wearing one, that guy is in love with his fantasy game, there is no way that he is no fan of Halloween and costumes.Â
âRight,â you snort.Â
âYou donât believe me?â He asks as he steps even closer to you.Â
You shrug, ânope, I donât believe you.âÂ
One moment, he was standing feets away from you and suddenly, he is right in front of you. Dangerously close. You have to tilt your head to meet his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a beat. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as he sneaks a look at your lips.Â
You can smell his cologne, his aftershave, him. You would never tell him that but he drives you crazy, he makes your stomach flutter, he stays on your mind for too long, sneaking his way into your thoughts when you touch yourself at night.Â
Eddie reaches his hand out to touch your face, he cups your cheek and lets his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Just like the night at Steveâs place, your breath hitches in your throat and you grow incredibly flustered.Â
âDo you want me to show you?â He whispers.Â
Your eyes widen, a small gasp falls from your lips.Â
What?Â
No way, did he just ask you that?Â
He is playing with you, isnât he?Â
By now he knows the effect he has on you. He knows that you blush when he is around, he knows that you feel something when he touches you, he knows that you canât get him off your mind. He knows it all and he decides to use it against you, he knows that he can humiliate you, he knows that he can hurt you and it brings him enjoyment.Â
The smirk on his face and the amusement in his eyes tells you all that. Internally, he is making fun of you, he is satisfied that he ruined your night and as though that isnât enough, he now uses your attraction towards him as a weapon, to laugh about you later on and make fun of you with his band buddies.
You slap his hand away, your brows draw together and your nervous stare turns into an angry frown, âdonât touch me, asshole.âÂ
Though he is a little surprised, he still chuckles.Â
You shake your head and step away from him, turning around, you donât even bother going back inside to let your friends know that youâre leaving or to get your jacket, you just want to be away from him.Â
Itâs late and itâs cold, you are scared to walk through the empty streets alone but you are too stubborn to back around.Â
âHey!âÂ
You roll your eyes at him and continue to walk.Â
âWhere are you going?âÂ
You donât bother to answer, you hug yourself tighter to shield yourself from the cold, blinking away the angry tears. The streets are empty, aside from the many cars on the side of the streets, you walk past Steveâs car, suddenly regretting the decision to walk away and choosing to walk home alone, on Halloween night.
You hear his footsteps though and as much as you hate to admit it, you do feel at ease knowing that he comes after you.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes at your silence but he admires the view in front of him. Your dress is a thin and flowy one, it swats from one side to the other with each step that you take, the wind causes it to lift up a bit, exposing your naked skin. Eddie almost growls at the side of it.Â
âBee!âÂ
âStop calling me that, you dick!âÂ
Eddie snorts at you, your insults never hurt him, if anything, they amuse him. When you look at him with anger in your eyes and snap back at him, you look cuter than ever. He picks up the pace and just as you pass his van, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, smirking at your little yelp, he slams you against his van and steps in front of you, caging you against it.Â
Itâs dark and yet he can see the nervous and shy look in your eyes, he can see the way you tense up and press yourself against the van as though it will make you feel him any less against you.Â
âWill you stop running away from me?âÂ
He places his hands on your waist, touching you in such a gentle way that it makes your knees buckle, almost. You look into his dark eyes, growing more and more irritated. Why canât he just let you go? Why canât he just stay out of your goddamn way? Why does he have to make things so hard for you?Â
You hate him.Â
âWill you stop sticking your nose into my business?â You ask angrily as you place your hand on his chest to push him away, as though you will find the strength to, âwill you stop following me around just to piss me off? Seriously, what do you get out of this, huh?âÂ
Eddie shrugs, the smirk remains on his lips, he eyes the scowl on your face, the flash with irritation in your eyes, he looks down at your chest, watching the way it rises up and down heavily.Â
âItâs fun to see you like this.âÂ
You clench your jaw and scoff.Â
âItâs fun to ruin my life?âÂ
Now itâs his turn to scoff, he rolls his eyes at your words, âyouâre so dramatic.âÂ
"Oh, am I?" You mumble.Â
He nods, his grip tightens on your waist, butterflies flutter in your stomach and you despise it. You despise the emotions he causes you to feel.Â
âYeah, I ruined your life because you didnât get to fuck that jock?â He snorts, narrowing his eyes at you, âyou are dramatic, bee.âÂ
You close your eyes and lower your head, shaking it as you take deep breaths.Â
âYou are so annoying.âÂ
âHmm, what was that?â Eddie whispers, placing his finger under your chin, he tilts your head up, âsay that again.âÂ
You swallow nervously, not opening your eyes just yet, you lick your lips, âyou are annoying.â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy?â You laugh in disbelief as you open your eyes to look at him. He is staring at you with curiosity on his face, tilting his head as he waits for your explanation.Â
âYou gotta be kidding me,â you scoff, pulling your hand away from his chest, you wrap it around his wrist instead and force his hand away from your face, âis that actually a serious question?âÂ
He purses his lips and nods, âyep.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole, Eddie!âÂ
He rolls his eyes, âyeah, you said that before.âÂ
âYeah and you donât believe me! You treat me like shitââ
âNo, I donât!âÂ
âYes, you do, Eddie!â You exclaim, âyou say mean shit all the time, you make dumb comments and tease me and then act like nothing ever happened!âÂ
âTease you how?â He smirks, completely ignoring the rest of your words.Â
You squint your eyes, huffing angrily. Is he actually clueless or does he just want to see you so angry and embarrassed? Either way, he always gets what he wants.Â
âYou sucked on my finger and then you acted like nothing happened!â
Your angry pout makes his heart soar.Â
âThatâs what youâre so upset about?â He chuckles.Â
His smirk causes the outburst of anger, you finally push him away from you. There is absolutely nothing amusing about this situation, at least not to you.Â
âWipe that smirk off your goddamn face, Munson! I canât stand when you do that!âÂ
âDid you want me to do more than that?â He asks.Â
âYou wish,â you scoff, âyou think I want you?âÂ
If you didnât know any better, you would say that hurt flashed in his eyes but that canât be, right? Why would he be hurt by anything you say?Â
He chuckles bitterly and nods to himself.Â
âNo,â he mumbles, âI know you donât want me. A fancy little princess like you wants someone like that jock, you want someone who will buy you shit, someone who will spoil you, take you on dates to Enzoâs or whatever, someone you can take home to your rich parents, someone you wonât feel embarrassed to be with, someone you can be seen with, someone you will have that âperfectâ future with.âÂ
Confused, you stare at him with a frown on your face.Â
Eddieâs anger comes out of nowhere the way it always does.Â
âBut sweetheart, none of them can give you what you need.â
âW-What do I need?â You ask, waiting for him to continue. He watches the way your eyes flicker down to his lips before they meet his eyes again.  Â
âThey canât touch you like you crave to be touched, they canât kiss you like you wanna be kissed, they canât fuck you like you wanna be fucked, they canât treat you like you deserve to be treated.âÂ
Your breath hitches in your throat, your lips part in surprise, your heart begins to pound against your ribcage.Â
Eddie somehow made his way into your personal space again. He is close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.Â
âYou need someone to put you in your place, you need someone to be rough with you, someone who can treat you like the little slut that you are,â he says, gripping your face in his large hand, âI see the way you look at me when you think that Iâm not paying attention, I can see the way you squeeze your thighs together when you look at my hands, I bet you wonder what it would feel like if I touched you, huh? I bet you touch yourself and think about me, about my hands, about my fingers in your tight little pussy.âÂ
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks, you are too overwhelmed to keep your eyes locked with his, so you look down.Â
Eddie smirks but itâs a dark smirk, a bitter one.Â
âBet you are disgusted by yourself, huh?â He spits as he grips you tighter, âthinking about fucking the dirty town freak, I bet you hate yourself for wanting to ride my dick, thatâs why youâre always such a bitch to me, right?â He asks angrily, âyou take your anger out on me because you canât stand yourself for wanting to fuck me?âÂ
You shake your head. He is wrong, so wrong. He is no dirty freak in your eyes and you are not disgusted by him, you are disgusted by yourself for wanting someone who hates your guts so much, not for who he is. Eddie is amazing to his friends but unfortunately, you arenât one of them.Â
You never hated Eddie, at least not until he forced you to hate him.Â
âNo.âÂ
âNo?â He murmurs as he leans even closer to you, âyou donât think about me?âÂ
You shift, looking up at him with a shy expression, you donât bother answering, your silence gives it away.Â
You do think about him. He knows it.Â
You hate the way he looks so sure of his words, the way he thinks that he has you all figured out, the way he thinks he knows everything about you.Â
âGet away from me, Eddie,â you say with a shaky voice and an unsure voice, you both know that you donât want it, you donât want him to get away.Â
He licks his lips as he stares down at you. The look in his eyes makes you cower back a little, it makes you feel nervous but also flustered. Eddie raises his hand up to your face, he tucks your hair behind your ear and leans down, surprising you by pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.Â
Your lips part and you hold your breath.Â
âWhy?â He whispers as he kisses you again, higher this time, âscared that you will fall for the town freak?â His fingers play with the thin material of your dress, pushing it a little aside so he has more access to your shoulder, he presses his plump lips back against your shoulder, kissing you again and again, âscared that you will hate yourself for it?âÂ
You canât even utter a single word, too many emotions rush through you. You are confused about this, you are angry about his words but you are also aroused and yes, you do hate yourself for it but not for the reason he thinks.Â
His hand grips your waist, he pulls you flush against him and you gasp when you feel his bulge pressing against your stomach. Eddie attaches his lips to your neck, âscared that no one else will wanna touch you after the freak fucked you? What would they think if they already knew that you are fantasizing about it? I bet they would think youâre disgustingââÂ
âGod, shut the fuck up!âÂ
You push him away from you with force, your breathing is heavy, just like his. Eddie looks a little surprised by your sudden outburst, rejection crosses his features, his brows drag together and he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something hurtful after you just pushed him away like that, he wants the upper hand but you wonât let him have it, not this time.Â
âJust shut up,â you repeat.Â
He presses his lips together in a straight line, he is tense, his eyes hold a combination of hurt and anger. The tension between the two of you is thick. Nothing else but you both exist in this moment. You donât hear the faint music from the ongoing party, you donât feel the cold wind on your exposed skin, you donât hear the rustling of the leaves but you hear his heavy breathing, you hear the pounding of your heart, you feel the pull towards him.Â
Eddie waits for you to say something, to do something. A part of him expects you to slap him for kissing you without permission, the other part expects you to hurt him with cruel words but neither of those things happen.Â
You stare at him for what feels like forever. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, your stomach flutters and your knees feel weak, youâre angry but you also long for him.Â
Fuck it.Â
You take a step forward and look into his awaiting eyes.Â
Fuck it, y/n.
You grab his face and pull him down, you close your eyes and slam your lips against his. Eddieâs eyes widen, he stares at you in shock and confusion. You are kissing him. You are kissing him! And your lips feel as soft as he always imagined them to feel like. His heart begins to race.Â
Kiss her, idiot! He tells himself. He cups your cheeks and pulls you closer, closing his eyes, he finally kisses you back and if this isnât the best feeling in the world then he doesnât know what is.Â
You slide your hands down to his neck, holding him tightly as you deepen the kiss. Eddie parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He moans at the feeling, his skin and his lips tingle, he already feels addicted to your touch.Â
The kiss is nothing but passionate, itâs soft and gentle but you want more, you want to feel him closer and closer, you slide your hand down his stomach and wrap your arm around his waist, pressing him tighter against you. He moans at the feeling, his heart flutters.Â
Eddie walks you back and slams you against his van, earning a whimper from you. You kiss each other until you are both short of oxygen and gasping for air but even as he pulls away, his lips keep touching yours. You breathe into each otherâs mouths, keeping each other close as your eyes lock again.Â
He wants you, you can see it in his eyes.Â
This time itâs him who initiates the kiss, he slams his lips roughly against yours causing you to let out a loud and needy whimper, you can feel him smirking against your lips.Â
This kiss is rough and angry. Your lips smack loudly against each other, your teeth clash but neither of you care, you pull his hair and make him growl. He digs his ringed fingers into your waist as he pushes his knee in between your thighs.Â
âEddie,â you gasp as he starts kissing his way down to your neck.Â
âYes?âÂ
âI know you hate me,â you whisper as you close your eyes and put your hand in his hair, holding onto his curl as he begins to suck on your sweet spot.Â
No, he doesnât hate you. How could he? Instead of telling you this, he keeps quiet, choosing to continue kissing you.Â
âShow me.âÂ
âShow you what?âÂ
âShow me how much you hate me,â you whisper, âplease.âÂ
Eddie opens his eyes and he pulls away from your neck to look at you. He can see the look in your eyes, the intrigued and needy one.Â
You want him just like he wants you.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
For a split second, you see a different side of him, a soft one, a caring one.Â
You nod.Â
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to look at him, âI need words, sweetheart.âÂ
You nod again, âyes, Iâm sure.âÂ
Without wasting another second, Eddie unlocks his van and pushes you into the back, closing the door behind him. He fumbles around in the dark for a moment until he finds the switch that turns on the little light.
Looking around, you raise your brows, feeling a little impressed by the lack of the mess you expected. A few pillows are laying around, blankets, even a few comics. You know that he and Robin used to go to the drive-in movie theaters a lot but you canât help but wonder if he ever brings other girls in here. If he brought the pillows and blankets here just for them so they can feel comfortable. You wonder how he treats them, does he tease them like he teases you? Does he kiss them like he just kissed you? Is he mean to them? Or is he sweet to them? Does he treat them better than he treats you?Â
Suddenly, you feel yourself frowning and growing insecure and unsure. Do you really want to fuck the guy that hates you with a passion?Â
But you never answer your own question. Eddie grabs your face and pulls you back in for a heated kiss. You kiss back without a moment of hesitation.Â
His scent, his taste, his touch, you are addicted already and you feel the hatred for yourself growing. You don't know that he feels the same about you, that he loves the way you taste, that he loves the way you smell so sweet, you don't know that he just loves you.
You push his jacket off his shoulders while he fumbles with the wings on your costume, surprising you by taking them off carefully so he doesnât break them. Something about the way he parts from the kiss, to put the wings down gently, makes your heart flutter.Â
You blink, forcing yourself to look away from him. You take the tiara off your head and place it on the ground as well, reaching for the zipper on your dressâ âstop, let me.â Eddie mumbles as he reaches around you to undo it. You stare at him, admiring the way his brown eyes shine so beautifully beneath the dim light. He pushes your dress down to your stomach, his eyes flickering with something you cannot read.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles as he eyes your lacy bra, your boobs, your soft skin, âyouâre so sexy,â he breathes, forgetting about the hate he is supposed to show to you, âso beautiful, shit..âÂ
Eddie doesnât notice the emotions in your eyes, the lingering sadness and the insecurity. You distract yourself by kissing him again and again, reaching for the hem of his shirt, you take it off of him. He throws it behind him on the floor.Â
You place your hands on his pale chest, taking in the sight of his tattoos, you feel the urge to kiss every single one of them.Â
Eddie admires the way you look at him, the way your lips part and your eyes flash with emotions. He touches your cheeks, moving your hair out of your face. You look up at him with big eyes, âtouch me.âÂ
He smirks, âdonât have to ask me twice.âÂ
He pushes you down carefully, making sure that you lie your head on the pillows, your back meets the soft cushions and you sigh as you feel his cold hands on your stomach, youâre almost too shy to look up at him but when you do, your heart stops.Â
Eddie stares down at you in awe, he bunches your dress up on your waist and eyes you up and down, from your pretty face to your chest, your stomach and your clothed pussy. He pushes your legs apart and settles in between them, putting your legs over his, he spreads you open and stares at the wet spot on your pink panties.Â
âFuck,â he growls, all his blood rushes to his dick, as though he wasnât hard already, he feels himself growing harder, âIâm gonna ruin your pussy, baby.âÂ
Your cunt clenches around nothing, you take in a sharp breath as his eyes meet yours, âtake your bra off,â he orders.Â
You bite your lip, pushing yourself up on your elbows, you do as he said, pushing the straps of your bra down first, you watch the way his eyes darken when you reach behind you to unclasp it. You blush, feeling yourself getting shy under his gaze.Â
âShow me your tits, pretty girl.âÂ
You hate him, you hate him so much.
You throw your bra to the side and lie back against the pillows.
He grips your thighs tightly, eyes flashing with hunger, âperfect fucking tits,â he murmurs as he slides one hand up to touch your boobs.Â
âEddie,â you whimper.Â
He adjusts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his clothed dick brushes against your pussy, making you both moan in pleasure. He leans down to kiss your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, he begins to suck on it.Â
âOh.. Eddie,â you moan as you throw your hand in his hair, âi-is that how you treat people you hate?âÂ
He chuckles against you, pulling away from you, he gives you a suggestive look as he sits back up, he shakes his head at you, âjust you, baby,â he says.Â
âTouch yourself.âÂ
You blink.Â
âWhat?âÂ
He looks down, bringing his hand to your aching pussy, he touches you over your panties, rubbing your clit teasingly, smirking at your little whine.Â
âTouch yourself or I wonât fuck you.âÂ
Perv.Â
You swallow nervously, slipping your hand down your stomach, you close your eyes and touch yourself over your panties, spreading your legs wider, you start rubbing your clit.Â
âOpen your eyes,â he demands, catching you off guard by smacking your ass. You gasp and open your eyes, seeing the dark look in his eyes makes you even wetter, âlook at me when you touch yourself.âÂ
You nod.Â
âShow me how you touch yourself when youâre all alone, baby. Tell me what you think about.âÂ
A shiver runs down your spine. You always thought about this, about him. Itâs hot to see him so rough and dominating but a part of you hates that he gets to have all the control. You push yourself up a little and bring your hand up to his lips, looking into his curious eyes, you smirk, âspit on them.âÂ
He raises his brows, eyes flashing with surprise. He does it without questioning you. Spitting onto your fingers.
âThanks,â you mumble. You push your panties to the side and touch yourself with your spit covered fingers, letting out a loud moan as you run your fingers through your wet folds before you begin to rub your aching clit.Â
Eddieâs dick twitches in his pants as he watches you.Â
âSuch a pretty pussy, fuck,â he grunts, fighting the urge to bury his face in your cunt.Â
âYou wanna know what I think about when I touch myself?âÂ
âYes.. fuck, yes. I wanna know.âÂ
You smirk at him. You wonât give him what he wants, you wonât let him hear what he wants to hear. Why should you? He is gonna treat you even worse when this is over, why should you give him the truth?Â
âI-I think about Steve,â you moan as you push a finger inside of you, âI think about my best friend fucking me with his big fat cock.â Lies. You think about him fucking you, you think about him splitting you open, you think about him eating you out, fingering you with his rings on, making you his slut.Â
Eddieâs smirk falls from his face, his eyes darken.Â
You add a second finger and push it in and out of your wet pussy, moaning at the feeling, âI think about him making me cry as he takes me from behind, as heâ fuck.. as he slaps my ass and does whatever he wants.âÂ
You are lying, he knows youâre lying. The look on your face tells him that but he still grows angry and jealous.Â
You fuck yourself on your fingers, throwing your head back in pleasure as you move them in and out, âI think about riding his dick, about how he would cum inside of me and fill me up until IâmââÂ
âShut the fuck up, you little whore,â Eddie growls, grabbing your wrist, he slams it against the floor and replaces your fingers with his, pushing his long and thick fingers into your hole.Â
You gasp loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally feel his fingers inside you, finally getting to feel what you always dreamed about.
His other hand grabs your cheeks, squishing them together roughly, âI told you to look at me!âÂ
Your stomach clenches as does your cunt, your mouth waters at the feeling of him spreading you open.Â
âOpen your eyes, brat.âÂ
You open your eyes to look at his angry ones. You have never seen him this angry before. You should be scared, you know that. But instead you feel yourself getting more needy, more wet, more aroused. You moan even louder than before and grind back against his fingers.Â
âNow tell me the truth,â he says through gritted teeth as he starts to fuck you with his fingers, âwho do you think about?âÂ
You push yourself up on your elbows to watch him, to see how they move in and out of you.Â
âS-Steve.âÂ
He slaps your cheek lightly causing you to whimper.Â
âLiar,â he grunts, he leans over you, wrapping his hand around your neck, he slams you back down and looks into your needy eyes as he continues to slam his fingers in and out of you.Â
âEddie,â you whimper.
âThatâs right,â he grunts, âsay my name.âÂ
He adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you. His fingers reach deeper than yours, they reach the spot that you canât, his rings and the coldness of them just bring more pleasure to your body. You lose yourself in the feeling, you close your eyes despite him telling you not to, your lips part and you chant his name like a prayer. You arch your back in pleasure, tears well up in your eyes.Â
Eddie stares at you, he watches the way your chest rises up and down, the way you flinch a little when his hand leaves your neck to touch your boob, to play with your nipple. Your stomach tenses up, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you are so wet, he can feel your juices dripping down his fingers, the squelching noises and your moans just make it all even more erotic.Â
You whimper his name so beautifully.Â
âEddie, please.âÂ
âPlease what?âÂ
âI wanna cum,â you please, âplease let me cum.âÂ
A devilish smirk appears on his face, âoh, youâre gonna cum, baby.âÂ
His words should intimidate you, they should leave you feeling nervous but instead they make you crave him even more.Â
Eddie leans down and as you feel him shifting, you open your eyes to look at him. He picks up the pace, fucking you harder and faster on his fingers as he presses his tongue against your sensitive clit.Â
âOh fuck! Eddie!âÂ
âMhmm,â he hums against you, looking up at you as he licks your clit, âtaste so sweet.âÂ
You spread your legs wider for him and push your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark curls.Â
âI can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby,â he murmurs against you, âyou wanna cum for me? Do it.âÂ
It doesnât take long for you to reach your high, you cum around his fingers just as he tells you too, you moan loudly, gasping for air but Eddie doesnât stop there, he pulls his fingers out. He throws your legs over his shoulders and before you can even react, he buries his face in your pussy, slipping his tongue into you, he moans loudly.Â
âEddie,â you whine as you watch him through blurry eyes, his rough hands dig into your thighs as he holds them wide open, his eyes are closed as he eats you out, âoh my god.âÂ
Eddie loves the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you beg for him.Â
âFeels so goodâŠâÂ
He loves knowing that he is the one making you feel so good.Â
He opens his eyes to look at you, youâre staring at him already, barely able to keep your eyes open, you hold onto his hair so tightly. A single tear slips down your hot cheek.Â
âYou taste so good, sweetheart,â he breathes, smirking at you when he spits on your clit before he places his thumb against it.Â
Your eyes roll back and you throw your head against the pillows, you try closing your legs but Eddie is stronger than you.Â
âP-Please..â You sob, pulling at his hair even harder causing him to growl in response. He flicks his tongue inside of you and presses harder against your clit and before you know it, you cum again.Â
Tears run down your cheeks, you are so sensitive already.Â
âNo more,â you whimper as he continues to lick your pussy, âplease.. I just want your cock.âÂ
Eddie smirks at you, pulling away, he sits back up.Â
Your heart flutters as you look at him. His cheeks are flushed, his curls are messy, his chin is glistening from your juices, saliva dripping down his chest.Â
You look so fucked out already, sweat coats your forehead, your breathing is heavy and you push your thighs together as you look up at him. Eddie unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just below his ass, his dick slaps against his stomach.
You push yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip as you stare at him, âdo you want me to suck your dick?â You ask as you reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around his thick cock, you lick your lips, pre cum is rolling down his length and it takes everything in you not to take him into your mouth.Â
Eddie hisses at your touch, his eyelashes flutter.Â
âDo you want to fuck my face?â You ask, innocently.Â
He growls, eyes darkening, he shakes his head, ânext time, baby. I need to be inside of you,â he says.Â
âCondom?â You ask.Â
He closes his eyes, cursing at himself, âI donât have any.âÂ
You raise your brows, âwhat do you mean, you donât have any?âÂ
âIt means I donât have any!â He snaps at you.Â
âDonât you use condoms when you fuck?âÂ
A loud laugh falls from his lips, he opens his eyes, shaking his head, âwhen I fuck? Sweetheart, I donât get laid very often. I have a whole unopened box of condoms at home,â he snorts.Â
âYou donât fuck girls in your van?âÂ
âY/n, the last time I fucked someone, I stole a condom from Jeff and no, I donât fuck girls in my van.â
Relief floods through you, here you thought that he was fucking girls in his van and getting laid every weekend.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down against you, catching him by surprise. He presses his hands against the floor and looks down at you.Â
âAnd Iâm not really into fucking random girls,â he adds.Â
Your eyes widen a little, âam I not a random girl?âÂ
He chuckles, shaking his head.Â
You could never be a random girl.Â
âNo, youâre my enemy,â he says before he slams his lips against yours.Â
You whine against him and kiss him roughly, digging your feet into his ass, you pull him even closer until you feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. He moans in pleasure, gripping your hips tightly.Â
âFuck me, please. I donât care about the condom, just fuck me,â you murmur against his lips, holding his neck tightly, âplease.âÂ
âAre you sure?â He asks, eying your expression, slowly.Â
You nod, âvery sure.âÂ
Eddie pecks your lip softly. For someone who wanted to fuck you, he sure is a little soft with you.Â
He leans back, staring down at you in awe, he grabs your waist, licking his lips. You watch him, looking at the way he wraps his ringed fingers around his cock, he slides it through your wet folds, teasing your clit with the tip.Â
âShit,â he shudders, âyouâre so wet. All for me, right?âÂ
You bite your lip, furrowing your brows as you gulp, nodding.Â
âSay itâs all for me,â he demands.Â
âItâs for you,â you whine, âall for you, asshole!âÂ
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head at you. You open your mouth again but before you can say anything, Eddie grabs you tighter and in one motion, he thrusts into you, earning a loud gasp from you.Â
He whimpers at the feeling of your tight walls, leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of your neck.Â
âFuckâŠâ You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, âEddie.â You clench around his cock and hold him tightly.Â
âYouâre so tight and wet,â he grunts against your shoulder, ââm not gonna last long if you keep clenching around me like this.âÂ
âI told you to show me how much you hate me, Eddie,â you breathe, digging your nails into his back, âso far youâre not doing a good job.âÂ
Something inside of him snaps, he pulls back, placing one hand around your neck, he puts the other one on the pillow next to you. He glares at you.Â
âYouâre a brat, you know that, right?â He growls as he begins to thrust into you.Â
You gasp at the feeling, taking a deep breath.Â
âAlways getting on my goddamn nerves,â he grunts as he tightens his hold on your neck, he pulls out and pushes back inside of you, roughly. âYou have no idea how many times I wanted to do this.â He thrusts deeper, rougher, faster. âHow many times I wanted to fuck your needy little pussy and watch you cry for more.âÂ
You look down, watching the way he fucks you roughly on his cock. He moves his hands down to grab your hips with both hands.Â
âLook at me, baby,â he moans as he starts to pound your pussy, âlook at the way youâre taking my cock.. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me.âÂ
The knot in your stomach tightens, the fire inside of you burns. You feel him in your stomach. You wrap your legs tighter around him and throw your hand back to wrap it around his wrist, âfuck me harder!â You beg, despite the overwhelming sensation in your bones.Â
âHarder?â He chuckles, âIâll give you harder, you little brat.âÂ
He enjoys the way you squirm under his body, the way you struggle to take his big cock and yet ask for more. For a moment, he just watches you, he watches the way his cock disappears in your body, the way your juices drip down on the blanket beneath you, the way you throw your head back in pleasure and cry for him, the way your boobs bounce as he ruts into you. You are struggling, your moans are getting high pitched, tears are streaming down your face as you move your head to the side.Â
âFeels so good, Eddie,â you whimper.Â
His mouth waters, his stomach clenches as your pussy flutters around his dick. He moans desperately, closing his eyes for a second as he feels himself getting closer. He leans down, grabbing your face, âlook at me,â he whispers, âopen your eyes and look at me.âÂ
You grip his wrist tighter and open your eyes to look at him, your breathing stutters as you see the way he looks at you, there is something in his eyes you havenât seen before but you decide to ignore it.Â
âOpen your mouth and stick your tongue out.âÂ
Your eyes widen but you do as he says, opening it, you stick it out for him and maintain eye contact.Â
He grabs your chin, smirking at you before he spits in your mouth.Â
Now, if anyone else had done that to you, you would spit it right out and slap them across the face but something about him doing it to you makes you clench even harder around him, the moans you get from him make you shiver.Â
âFuck, you like that huh?â He mumbles as you swallow it, he pats your cheek, âyou filthy little slut.âÂ
âMhmm, I like it,â you smirk and pull him down for a kiss.Â
You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, his thrusts are getting sloppier and his moans are getting louder and more desperate. You kiss each other roughly and hold each other tight. His chest is pressed against yours, he pulls his wrist out of your grip to hold your hand instead.Â
You jolt as you feel his fingertips on your clit.Â
âCum for me,â he mumbles against your lips, âcum on my dick.â
You moan loudly as you cum around him, you scratch his back as you dig your nails into his skin causing him to groan loudly. You clench hard around him and pull him even closer.Â
âBaby.. fuck.. fuck,â he whimpers against you, âIâm gonna cum,â he warns, unsure of where you want him.Â
âCum inside me⊠âwanna feel you, Eddie.âÂ
His heart flutters and his eyes widen as he looks down at you, âyou sure?âÂ
âMhmm, pleaseâŠâÂ
âFuck⊠okay.. shit, baby,â he whimpers as he picks up the pace again, âyou want me to breed you, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, shit.. I will. Iâm gonna leave you dripping for days.. Iâm gonna make you mine.âÂ
Mine.Â
âNo oneâs ever touching you again,â he moans, âgonnaâ oh fuckâŠâ He grunts as he places his fingers back against your clit.Â
âEddie!â You sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel an even stronger sensation in your lower belly. He drills in and out of you in such a rough way, you canât even feel your legs anymore or the tears that stream down your cheeks all you feel is him.Â
âI know you got one more in you, baby,â he grunts, kissing your lips, âcum with me.. one more time.âÂ
âI canât!â You sob.Â
âYes, you can, I can feel it, youâre getting tighter around me, just let go for me.âÂ
You canât even help it, you bite his shoulder and cage him in against you with your legs. He grunts in pain and whimpers in pleasure, he thrusts into you once, twiceâ âcum with me!âÂ
You let go and cum around him as he releases inside of you, filling you up with his seed.Â
He whimpers into your neck, holding you tightly as he moans at the feeling. His hips stutter and he finally falls against you. Youâre drooling on his shoulder, whimpering at the feeling of his twitching cock inside your pussy. Eddie breathes heavily, not pulling out just yet, he slumps against you and presses lazy kisses on your shoulder.Â
âFuck,â he sighs with a grin on his face that you canât see.Â
Youâre barely able to keep your eyes open, letting go of him, you drop your arms to your sides and close your eyes.Â
âI canât feel my legs,â you whisper.Â
Eddie smirks, âguess I fucked you good, huh?â
You roll your eyes but canât help but smile, âguess soâŠâ
âWhat do you mean âguess soâ?â He scoffs as he pulls himself up a little to look at you, âyou came four times, you brat.âÂ
âShouldâve made that five times,â you shrug.Â
Eddie shakes his head at you, though he canât help but smirk, youâre a mess. Your hair is disheveled, your cheeks are wet from the tears, your body is hot and shaking from all the orgasms he just pulled out of you.Â
Grabbing your cheeks, he turns your face towards him, âdoes that mean I get to make you cum again?â He smirks.Â
You lick your lips, staring at the spot on his shoulder that you dug your teeth in, you reach out to touch it, âif you want to,â you shrug, acting like it means nothing to you.Â
âIf I want to?â He asks, âwhat about you, do you want to?âÂ
You are too scared to show him that you do but right now, he isnât scared to show you how vulnerable he can be. His eyes that usually only ever hold anger for you, hold nothing but hope, it confuses you a little.Â
You furrow your brows, âI-I donât know,â you whisper, unable to look into his eyes any longer, you push him back, âget off, please.âÂ
He shakes his head and cups your cheeks, âno, look at me,â he demands, softly.Â
You blink, swallowing nervously as you look back into his eyes, âyou got what you wanted, Eddie.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â He frowns.Â
âYou fucked me, put me in my place or whatever, now you can move on to someone else.âÂ
He scoffs, âis that what you think of me?âÂ
You shrug, looking at him with uncertainty in your eyes, âcan you blame me?â You whisper, âyou treat me like shit.âÂ
His eyes flash with guilt, he nods to himself. Without another word, he pulls away from you, pulling out with a hiss, he puts your panties back in place and puts his boxers and jeans back on.Â
He fucked up, he knows it. Eddie always struggled with the feelings he had for you. Robin was right when she called him immature for treating you like thisâ the girl that he secretly loves. He hoped that this would change something but he thought wrong, if anything, he had made things worse for himself, knowing that he got to have you this once and probably never again, breaks his heart.Â
Eddie hates himself at this moment.Â
You glance at him as you put your dress back on, not bothering with your bra. Eddieâs hair is a mess, his cheeks are still red, his shoulder and neck littered with bite marks from you. He blinks fastly, as though he tries to blink tears away, it makes your heart clench in your chest. You want to pull him back into your arms and kiss him. Is it a good idea though? Probably not.Â
You fix your hair and smooth out your dress. Eddie puts his shirt back on, sniffling quietly.Â
Tears well up in your eyes as you remember all the times that he made you feel bad, all the times he pissed you off and made you angry, all the times he made you feel insecure, yet nothing, absolutely nothing made you feel worse than this.Â
You leave. You get out of the van on shaky legs, placing your feet on the concrete floor, you blink the tears away as you step away from the van and from him. Now you feel the cold wind and the lonely feeling inside of you. You donât wanna go, not after you had a taste of what it could be like if he just loved you.Â
You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.Â
You canât walk away, not from him.Â
You turn back around and just as you take a step forward, Eddie suddenly jumps out of the van with a panicked look on his face and tears in his eyes. Surprised by your presence in front of him, he stares at you for a moment before he reaches out to grab your waist, you let him pull you closer, âplease donât go,â he whispers, âgive me a chance, sweetheart. I'll fix things between us, I will, I promise, I will."
He pleads with his eyes and holds you tightly against him, afraid that you will disappear any moment.Â
Your heart stutters and your knees almost buckle.Â
âI-I know I fucked up but pleaseââ
You kiss him for the hundredth time tonight and wrap your arms around him. He responds instantly, kissing you back softly and pressing your back against his van just like before, only this time, the kiss is sweet and filled with longing.Â
âIâm crazy about you too,â you admit.Â
âYou are?â He asks. A smile tugs at his lips, happiness crosses his features.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. Placing your palms against his chest, you peck his lips again, âand I never think about Steve,â you mumble, cringing at the words that you have given him before, âhe is my best friend and I never ever wanted him and he doesnât want me either, Eddie.âÂ
He believes you.Â
âI always just wanted you,â you whisper.Â
His heart soars at your words, his gaze softens, he could melt right there and then, âdo you still want me?âÂ
âYes,â you whisper, âdo you want me?âÂ
You look shy and uncertain of your words, youâre about to look down and break eye contact but he stops you from doing so, tilting your head up, he kisses your lips, âmore than anything, sweetheart.âÂ
âShit.âÂ
Robin smirks at Steve who holds your jacket in his hand.Â
âI think you owe me 50 bucks.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes as he watches you and Eddie making out against his van, âno, I donât. We donât know who made the first move.âÂ
Robin laughs, crossing her arms over her chest, âIâm saying she did, so..âÂ
Steve shakes his head, âno, Eddie was the one who made moves on her all this time, it was definitely him.âÂ
âYou know what?â Robin tears his eyes away from you and Eddie and looks back at Steve, âI bet theyâre gonna keep this a secret.âÂ
Steve smirks, shaking his head when he sees Eddie picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you back to his van.Â
âYeah and theyâre definitely gonna slip up in the next two weeks.âÂ
Robin shakes her head, âno, y/n can keep a secret, Iâm giving them three.âÂ
âLetâs bet on that then.âÂ
âOkay,â Robin nods, âletâs make it 100 bucks.âÂ
Steve sighs, âalright then, say goodbye to your money, Buckley.âÂ
âYou wish.âÂ
#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#stranger things angst#stranger things imagines#stranger things imagine
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Thank you for the meal! rengoku kyojuro x fem!reader
nsfw mdni!! not proofread sigh
Kyojuro Rengoku is always saying thank you before his meals. It's muscle memory for him to do so. He would never forget the kindness of someone who prepared him a savory mouth-watering meal. He also never knows if his next meal will end up being his last.
This translates to the bedroom when he's on his knees for you, admiring your pretty pussy. It's the first time you two are trying something like this. You were too scared to suggest it though, scared that he'd be disgusted by such a request. Even though you know he loves you to death and will protect you with his whole life.
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He came to you about it actually. The way he talked about it so casually was beyond your understanding because you were a squirming mess the whole time.
"I was talking with Lady Shinobu. I wanted to know what would bring a woman the most pleasure. That's what she suggested." His honest eyes never leave yours, waiting for your input.
"Kyo, you're so thoughtful. I um... did want to try that... but I was scared you wouldn't want to." Embarrassment seeps through your body. This time it isn't because of his request to eat you out but embarrassment from the fact that you never asked him for such a silly reason.
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Now he's staring at your pussy in an animalistic way. "May I?" He asks so gently it makes you smile.
"Of course, Kyojuro." You grip the sheets bracing yourself for the sensation of his tongue exploring your pussy.
"Thank you for the food."Â He whispers his hands clasped together, his eyes closed tightly. Once he opens them his big hands find your thighs and pries them open.
"You're so wet and beautiful, honey." The slick on your thighs drips slowly down to your ass. Kyojuro leans in to meet your pussy. He explores your folds carefully and experimentally with his tongue. Your soft moans encourage him to continue.
Kyojuro is a professional at eating, so you expected nothing less when he said he'd eat you out. Somehow with a lack of experience, he still seems to know what he's doing.
His lips close around your clit and he sucks at it like there's no tomorrow. "Kyojuro- oh god that feels so good." You can feel him smile into your pussy.
He starts at a medium place flicking his tongue back and forth on your clit. The stimulation makes your lower half throb, heat pooling in your stomach already.
He switches to sucking your clit once more, making loud obnoxious smacking noises, along with "mmm's" and little moans. He's practically kissing your pussy at this point. His saliva drips down from your cunt to the crack of your ass.
He realizes you're enjoying this and he wants to make you cum using only his mouth. So, he applies more pressure with his tongue. "Oh!" Your mouth is open in an O shape, no other sound comes out. A certain sensation starts building up in the lower half of your body.
You attempt to close your legs, because this feeling is very new to you and it's overwhelming, but Kyojuro keeps you in place with his hands. They're sure to leave nice little marks on your thighs. He pushes his head even deeper as if he could become one with your body. He can feel the way your body responds to him, the heat of your body, your smooth skin, everything.
It becomes fairly obvious to your husband that you're close with the way you grip at his fiery strands of hair. Kyojuro slurps up your savory juices. His moans increase, the vibration of them sending you straight to your orgasm.
You drag out a long, "Oh- fuckkkkk." Your toes curl up and your back arches up like a cat. Without even missing a beat Kyojuro is lapping up all of your cum and other juices.
Your body goes limp. Every breath is rushed as you try to regain composure from the pleasure he has given you. Kyojuro detaches himself from your sweet cunt. A string of saliva keeps the two of you connected. Â
"Thank you for the meal, my love." He looks so lewd sitting on his knees with your slick coating his chin.
"Of course, honey. Perhaps I can return the favor?" While giving you everything you need, your husband has forgotten about his own needs. He quickly looks down to see he has a raging boner in his pants. His cock throbs with need.
"If it's not too much trouble.." He mumbles quietly.
"It isn't. After everything you've done for me? This is just a small thank you."
A/N: idk if anyone really writes for this boy but I love him. If you want just imagine him as any of your favs that like to eat :)
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âąShigaraki Falling for Youâą
A series of events following Shigaraki Tomura falling for you. (Reader is not in the league of villains)
Warning: protective/stalker behavior (potentially Soft Yandere?) and Self deprecating thoughts (nothing major)
Reader: written with a female reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral
Itâs going to be a slow process
The most slow burn of all slow burns
Truly he wishes he could just kill you, your stupid face and equally as stupid personality could fuck right off into dust.
He thought it was a flukeâ any male his age would get a little flustered at the sight of someone as attractive as you are.
But then the feeling never stopped and he completely lost sight of himself
Heâs never had the desire to get to know someoneâ you canât really blame him for being so confused
For awhile he completely locks himself away from you, refusing to look at you or acknowledge you whatsoever (though he still found himself lurking around in your vicinity)ïżŒ
Once that fazes out heâs just angry.
Angry at himself, angry at you and angry at the world
Youâre stuck to his brain in such an alarming wayâ he honestly thought it was someoneâs quirk being used against him, like it was some sick joke
He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel, and he hated himself for feeling
No matter how hard he tried to fight it (albeit not very hard) he couldnât find it in himself to hate you
His anger quickly turned to infatuation
He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand why your presence kept pulling him in
You were nice to him when he would come by the coffee shop you worked at
You gave him a smile so genuine it made him want to smile back
He found himself following you home some nights, just too see what route you would follow on certain days
This little routine of his made him wonder how you stayed so upbeat
Your customers were rude and entitled
Some of them would let their hands linger on you when you gave them change
Some of them gave you a hard time just to see you get upset
One guy in particular had tried to get you fired, making up more lies than shigaraki had ever heard.
He saw you cry for the first time in months in your apartment that night
Without really thinking about it, he tracked that guy down and killed him so youâd never have to see his face again
He didnât know that killing that one guy would start a frenzy in himself
Now whenever someone got angry with you, whenever they couldnât see that you were just doing your jobâ
He took it into his own hands to shut them up.
It wasnât his most calculated idea, it wasnât long before the police started to watch the area, and soon after more heroâs were out on patrol
He couldnât really find it in himself to care though
One off handed comment from Dabi changed his whole ideals around in an instant
âIf you keep going to her sheâs just going to get in troubleâ
It was a joke, he was making fun of him for taking so much time out of his day just to watch you exist
But it flipped a switch in his head
You had to come to him instead.
The more he thought about it the more he didnât want you working at that crusty old coffee shop at the corner of town.
He didnât want you dealing with those disgusting civilian creeps anymore ïżŒ
The only safe place for you to be was with him
At this point he still hadnât put the pieces together, he still wasnât sure why you made him feel the way that he did.
That didnât stop him from stumbling on your doorstep pretending he got mugged though
You were surprised to see him, he could see it in the gleam of your eyes
He wasnât even sure if you knew who he was. Which he supposed would make things easier
And you didnât know who he wasâ all you knew is that he was one of your regulars and that he needed your help
He had asked you not to call the police, he claimed he didnât want any trouble with law enforcementâ that he just wanted some water and a place to sit down
You were obviously on edge, scared, confusedâ all things he expected. But you let him in.
He had walked to your house on his own, letting himself get soaked in the storm outside. He wanted to seem believable, he wanted you to give him the attention he craved so badly
Your apartment smelled like coffee and sugar cookies, a pleasant smell he knew he wouldnât be able to forget. It was the smell of youâ a smell you carried with you wherever you went.
In the back of his mind he made sure to note that he needed to get you a wax warmer, he never wanted to go without this scent. He was starting to crave it.
You were patient with him, getting him water, checking his head for bumps and his body for bruises
You were like his own personal guardian angel
He took you that night
Not a trace of your life left behind, empty floors and bare walls. Not even your scent remained.
#tomura x y/n#tomura x you#tomura shigiraki x reader#tomura headcanons#tomura x reader#tomura imagine#tomura shiragaki#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki headcanon#shigaraki mha#shigaraki imagine#my hero academia shigaraki#shigaraki bnha#mha shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#bnha shigaraki#shigaraki tomura
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sorry for reminding you, i've just been binging your masterlists lately and I noticed that Daniela's part for the GP reader leash & collar ask was missing. no worries if you don't plan on writing it, have a nice day! đ
https://www.tumblr.com/muffinsin/738200126975311872/what-if-gp-female-so-punishes-the-dimi-sister?source=share
Ooo, very fun!đ ngl I tend to forget about older posts very fast, so thank you for the reminder (and the link!!!)đââïž
Letâs get into it!
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Youâre groaning silently to yourself, your girlfriendâs ass on full display for you. Youâre meant to be worked, and Daniela knows this. Maybe, she is so pouty because you managed to refuse her puppy eyed-look before, when asked to simply ânot do your jobâ. Perhaps, your little Daniela only wants your attention as usual.
Sheâs not being very subtle, either.
Being tasked to clean up the library and hallway leading up to it, you have already made several encounters with her, and you havenât even managed to get started on the hallway leading to her room, yet!
Youâre organising the bookshelf, a somewhat bearable task turning nearly impossible thanks to Danielaâs input.
Every few seconds she reaches for a book you just put in, only to fly over a few pages and leave it out on one of the tables or a completely different spot in the shelf.
This makes the fourth time sheâs done it, and youâve had enough. A quick look around assures you that youâre in luck, for no other maid is around.
Daniela gasps when you grip her upper arm tightly. âRelease me, servant!â, she demands, but you see the playful smile underneath her made up face of disgust.
Her defiance breaks down fast, when you snatch and grab the lower half of her face tightly and force her up against the bookshelf.
The mere position and being this close to your lover makes your skin crawl and dick harden under your tight uniform.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, Daniela?â, you speak through somewhat gritted teeth. Your little brat is driving you insane today, and gets off to it without a doubt, too.
She blinks up at you coyly, almost innocently. âWhat do you mean, lover of mine?â, she coos, and you feel her cheeks heat up under your palm at her own words. You smile a little. Sweet, little, naive Daniela stuck in her sweet, little world of romance and love, games and teasing. You intend to break the little brat out of her world tonight, or at the very least remind her that there are rules to this candy-sweet world of hers.
Daniela whines when you squeeze her face, her lips and cheeks squished by your hand. She looks utterly adorable, you think. âBe a good girl and behave. This will take hours with your little inputâ, you command.
Sheâs whining again, and you gasp when you feel her hand cup the bulge between your legs. Coy as she plays, Daniela has always been a bold one.
âBut play with meâ, she coos. âIâm way more fun!â, she whines. âMother wonât knowâ, she adds, her usual puppy eyed look full on display for you. It makes your cock twitch.
You want nothing more than to pull her aside, to fuck and paint her face white, to take her body for yourself again and make her feel good, to pump her full until the little brat canât walk. Perhaps this would keep her from interrupting your work, at last.
Alas, she has too much endurance and attitude to allow just a quick fuck. You know, you will not be able to deny yourself the sweet treat that is Daniela Dimitrescu when youâve had a taste.
As such, you merely turn her around and slap her ass, an action rewarding you with a breathless yelp and a moan that makes you shudder and become painfully hard.
âHear meâ, you whisper, tucking the cute, auburn strands of hair behind her ear. The woman pressed between you and the shelf is shivering, her ass subtly grinding against your front. You notice, of course. âDo not interrupt my work again. I am not above tying you down when all can see you, Daniela.â, you whisper. Sheâs blushing again, a gasp pulled from her again. You wouldnât! You couldnât! Ah, but you would, and you could, and you will, should she not behave.
You dare grind your hips forward just a little bit, a quiet groan ripped from you as her soft, thick cheeks immediately have your dick twitch in your tight boxers and uniform. She whines helplessly. The little siren almost has you, yet you manage to still pull back again, her hood in your hand forcing her head back.
Wide, hopeful golden eyes meet yours. You swallow down the urge to take her right then and there. âYour mother demands my work done. Perfectly so, even. You know this, Daniela. I have allowed you to distract me too often, my little vixen. Now, sit still and behave for me. Read a book, or play with your sistersâ, you suggest.
She groans. She doesnât feel like talking to Bela or annoying and playing with Cassandra now! She wants to be with you! Still, even little, delusional Daniela knows when she wonât get what she want from you, and only turns to press a sweet, happy kiss to your lips before she swarms away.
âDonât be too long!â, she whines, pleads, or demands. You arenât too sure, but shake your head. This is not the time to get distracted. You really ought to finish with the damn libraryâŠ
You sigh as you exit the library, hours later, your eyes heavy, your arms aching, your goal of finishing your work barely closer than hours ago.
Youâre exhausted, and although Daniela has somewhat left you alone to work, showing up only every half an hour or so, you know her patience is running thin. That is, if it hasnât entirely run out yet.
Your question seems to answer itself, when you keep on cleaning until youâre at the bit of the hallway right in front of the door leading to your girlfriendâs room.
Coming from the inside, you hear loud moans and whimpers.
Your cock immediately strains against your underwear again. Such sweet, filthy sounds coming from her. Moans and groans, little gasps and âAhââs. You grit your teeth. You know, sheâs doing this because of you, to get your attention.
You turn back to your work, gripping the sponge tightly as you bring it down on the floor.
âA-Ahh-Ah, yes, fuck meâ
Your dick twitches. In matters of seconds youâre on your feet, pushing, no, slamming open the door.
She jumps, the beautiful creature is laid out in the bed, in nothing but her red bra and panties, her own hand hidden underneath them.
She blushes as she looks at you, but her eyes pull you in seductively. Then, anger takes you over. What if someone else had heard her? You know she was trying to go for that, too.
You snap your fingers at your brat and immediately a gasp slips past her lips and she swarms to you, her head lowered as she falls to her knees in front of you.
A brat indeed, but a trained one. You smirk at her. It seems, your little Daniela paid attention during her training.
You lift her chin, her golden eyes looking up at you. She seems almost innocent. Almost.
But still, you see the attitude and brattiness bubbling beneath the surface, the very behavior that has made her act out so very often today. White, hot anger rises in you. You snap your fingers again.
âThe leash. Now, Danielaâ
Your voice leaves no room for arguments and she knows it perfectly well.
As fast as she can, she scrambles and swarms for the deep red leash and collar hidden away in her closet.
Again, she kneels, this time holding the leash by her teeth like the perfectly trained submissive you know your little darling can be.
She shivers when you take off her necklace, instead replace it with the leathery choker.
You connect the leash and give it an experimental tug. Laughter comes from you as the poor thing is yanked forwards, her face smudged right between your legs, against the bulge she was so very eager to get her hands on before.
You keep here there for a moment, smirking down at your little brat.
It seems, now, now that youâre here, now that youâre ready to put her in her place, your little brat feels like behaving.
You smile down at her sadistically. No, her momentarily good behavior will not make up for her previous actions.
You step into the room fully, the leash wrapped around your fist forcing her along. She is made to stick close to you, her body flush against yours when you stop at her dresser. You know, this is where most of her naughtier toys are stored.
Sheâs whining and whimpering, breathing softly but audibly at your feet as you search through it. You notice, she is attempting to stay quiet, as though hoping it will have you forget her naughtiness only hours prior.
Danielaâs cheeks turn a visible pink shade when you reach in and grab the first item you make contact with; a silver, smooth plug with a green crystal towards the end.
âOpenâ
Again, she obeys in an instant, wrapping her lips around the toy as she looks up at you. She looks so tamed, so sweet and shy. You know though, your little darling is just as much of a brat as she can be a good girl.
You let go of the toy and hum contentedly as she keeps sucking it, her hips rolling slightly, the end of the leash and its chain ringing quietly as you drop both to the floor. The cool metal against her skin has her jump momentarily, then press into it.
She watches with wide eyes as you pick up the bottle of lube next to her bed, surely used for whatever she would have used on herself next. All to catch your attention in the hallway, no doubt.
You tsk quietly at her, eying the open door and the abandoned supplies at the hallway. You know, you still need to get some work done today, if you donât want to be scolded by the head-maiden again.
âYouâre not going to interrupt my work again today, Danielaâ, you speak, your voice controlled. You allow confidence and slight irritation to slip through. Just enough to have the leashed woman squirm a little.
âIt wasnât-! NgnmâŠâ
She quietens as you take the plug from her and pat her head, almost as if chiding her. Daniela sits quietly, unusually shy as you cover the wet end with lube. Right in front of her. She squirms in anticipation.
âBendâ, you command. She squirms a little, then, a naughty smile turns up at her lips. You grit your teeth. Of course, your darling girl must still brat when she knows you ought to return to work.
âHey!â, she shrieks when you grab the end of the chained leash instead. A single yank your way is all it takes to pull the pretty brat over your knee, her red panties doing a poor job of covering her thick, bubbly ass cheeks.
You slide your finger underneath the red hem of them, then, antagonizing slow, you pull them off her creamy, pale skin. She squirms and whimpers, her warm cheek a visible shade of pink.
âSpread your cheeks, brat. This will go far easier if you submitâ
Daniela moans and whines at your words, but obeys nonetheless. Smooth, soft, red painted fingers dig into her soft ass cheeks and pull them apart for you, exposing the pink hole hidden between.
You eye the plug; sheâs had bigger, and smaller, before. But it will do for now.
âH-A-Ah!â, she gasps when the cool silverish tip pushes inside. Itâs cool, compared to her warm, almost hot, insides. You feel the heat radiating from this part of her body, a sharp contrast to her cool skin.
Daniela groans and whines as the toy is pushed inside, until shivers take over her backside and a low moan slips past perfectly shaped, unpainted lips when you push the toy in wholly.
You give its end a light push with your index finger, a wet squirting sound coming from it as itâs pushed all the way inside.
Sheâs shivering and moaning, whispering little phrases you donât fully understand. You doubt she does, even.
Daniela gasps when the panties are pulled up again and sheâs made to stand, the chain of her leash and its leathery end dropping to the floor once again as you release it.
She stays still, perfectly obedient in this moment, save for her squirms.
Her hips roll, her ass pushing back and forth in an attempt to take pleasure for herself from the plug. She is granted little to nothing, certainly not enough to get off.
As you dig through her drawer again, you feel her eyes on you.
Daniela drools from more than just her mouth as she watches you, her mind full of dirty fantasies of being taken by you. The thought of letting you finish your work in peace crosses her mind, so long as she at least gets to suck you off a few times. You did seem so painfully tense todayâŠDaniela giggles. She just wants to play, really!
She gasps, horrified, when she finds what you picked, then quickly follows this up by a playful, though slightly sad pout. Really? The tape again? But sheâs been so good about running her mouth, as you like to say.
Upon attempting to turn her head, Daniela finds its lower half grabbed by you. You shush her, sensing the rising amount of bratty arguments.
She wants to run her mouth.
She wants to use it.
She could use it on you, too.
Instead, auburn hair is brushed from her face and the harsh, grey duct tape is placed over her lips. Another layer follows, and another. The woman tries to speak and whine, even to push the tape off with her tongue, but only muffled words and whimpers reach your ears.
She whimpers when her wrists are taped next. Had she not been such a brat, your touch would have been gentler, sweeter, a little slower. Alas, Daniela can only smile and blush under the tape as you grab her arms and push them together behind her back, then drag the strong tape around her wrists.
At last, your little brat is at your mercy. Or close enough, you figure.
Golden eyes widen when you move the vibrator wand from her drawer and pull up her panties fully before slipping it inside.
Within moments of the toy being turned on your sweet brat is moaning muffled phrases and groans of pleasure already.
âMhmmm! Mhm! Mmmm!â, she protests as sheâs pulled along, out her room and to the hallway. You know, this late at night no one dares to be out of their room. This royal is all yours to enjoy.
Daniela whines as she is chained to the window, the leash wrapped tightly around the handle. She knows not to tug, should she not want to risk the lethal cold-burn caused by the window opening. Itâs completely safe, so long as she obeys and stays still.
You pick up your bucket and sponge again, lowering yourself to the ground yet again. Your fingers grip the sponge harder than necessary.
Her little, muffled moans and whimpers really do a number on you. Your uniform feels too hot and tight. Youâre painfully hard, so much so you must struggle with yourself to resist the ever growing seductive option of simply taking Daniela.
The longer you work the more tempting this seems.
Perhaps, even just to pull her to her knees, pull off the tape and have her suck you off until the uncomfortable ache goes away.
In time, even this doesnât seem enough. You scrub fast, as though able to scrub the want, the need, to bury yourself deep inside your whimpering little brat.
And Daniela hardly seems any better. Sheâs moaning and whimpering behind the tape.
Youâre certain, sheâs cum more than twice already, and even without looking up, you can tell her clit is awfully sensitive.
It only makes you want to play with it some more, to suck the little bud until the little brat cries out her pleasure for you.
Sheâs squirming and whimpering, her eyes pressed shut in a desperate attempt to keep still.
After a short while, you canât keep up your calm facade anymore. You throw the sponge back on the ground carelessly, and for a moment, you allow yourself to look at your work and check your progress.
Half the hallway is done, and the library. A good enough result for you, you decide.
Daniela watches you with wide, hopeful eyes as you rise from the floor, her golden eyes teary. You coo at her, your hand raising to her cheek. Sheâs shivering and morning at your touch, even one as innocent as this.
âMmmhmmmâ
She watches eagerly as you begin unbuckling your belt, her hips raising and rolling already, her hands lightly tugging at the tape.
The vibrator is pulled from her quickly, and she shrieks beneath the tape when you pull down the red panties in one go.
You pull off the rest of your uniform and groan when, at last, you get to grip your pulsing cock and slap it against her cool thigh.
âWill you behave, if I take you now?â, you ask, demand. She nods quickly. Yes, sheâs so desperate, so needy. She wants you, needs you, craves you.
Daniela whimpers as you grip the leash, yet stills when the window stays closed. Still enough room.
A gasp is ripped from her when the tape is torn off. Your desperation leaves you little room to be gentle with her now. Her own has her crave your roughness.
Sheâs pushed up against the window harshly, the cold surface unusual against her sensitive skin.
Your lips brush against her ear as she whimpers, then, with a groan, you finally allow yourself to line up your tip with her sopping wet pussy. Her arms twitch momentarily, revealing the urge, her wish, to grab onto you. Not this time, you figure. This time, your little brat will have to keep those claw-like nails to herself.
âQuiet, princess. You donât want to wake the staff with your screams now, do you?â, you coo. She shivers. âYes, maâamâ, she breathes out softly, her disobediently at last teased and punished out of her.
You groan lowly when you push your hips forwards, her wet pussy wrapping around you like a warm, soft blanket. She squeezes you immediately and you have to resist the urge to bottom out in her immediately.
With your hands sliding across your body, you find your grip at her hips. The leash is grabbed tightly again, and a single, loud shriek is pulled from her when you begin thrusting your strong hips.
With her hands bound, she can only hope to muffle her moans and soft praises by biting her lip, yet her head is soon thrown back.
You moan lowly, careful not to wake anyone. She feels heavenly, and the position lets you take her deep and hard.
Bit by bit, you turn the previous brat back into your good girl, whimpering and moaning, drooling slightly at the lips and praising each and every move of yours.
âYou feel so softâ
âYour pussy feels amazing, my loveâ
âGive me more of that beautiful voiceâ
Each praise only makes her grip you tighter, more and more so. Sheâs close fast. Youâre greedy, though, so when Daniela cums already, you make no move to slow down.
You groan loudly. Her arched back has you thrust and rub up against her walls and allow you to feel the plug at their other side.
âA-Ha-Aah!â, she moans, slurs, gasps, her eyes closed, her lips parted and slick with drool. Her whole body is being pulled back and forth with each thrust of yours, her pale ass cheeks pink with your front slamming against them each time.
You know, she can take more.
Your hand slides from her hip and between her legs, easily finding the warmth radiating from her.
âA-Aah! Yes! My love! Ye-eess!â
With her lips brushing lightly against the cool glass, heavy panting soon causes the window to fog. Sheâs pushed up against it with every thrust, her palms and the sides of her hands bloodied as she moans and squirms, sharp nails dragging against you and her own skin.
âGoo-ood girl..!â, you praise. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hips picking up the pace as you at last bottom out in her.
Sheâs moaning at every second of this, her auburn hair covering first her face, then yours when you lean forwards.
You shiver as you cum, thick ropes of it shot deep into her. She moans and whimpers softly at the feeling, her insides warm and her scent covered and engulfed entirely in yours.
âNow, come onâ, you groan after a few moments. She can barely follow when you pull away and yank her leash, leading your good girl back into the room at last. You decide, work is done for the time being. Now youâre in mood for sweet rewards and sugary dessert.
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The juxtaposition between Mehmed and Mustsfa is so funny. Mehmet, is a love without respect in contrast to Mustafa's respect without love (because after deciding he wants to marry Reader, he says he likes her, not loves her). Anyways I thought that was a nice little detail. Good work on breaking my heart at every turn during part 10 đ
AHHHH IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE NOTICED THIS <333333 and yes despite everything, Mustafa still only liked you, not loved you. i think thats because he has so much emotional trauma from never being enough that he thinks no one can truly love him, so he doesnt love anyone else either. he's just caught up in his own trauma. he understands that you may like him,you defintely respect him, maybe a small part of u even love him- and for that, he likes you too. maybe if he had more time with you, (and away from Mahidevran), he may have been able to process his feelings better and been actually inlove with u
Mehmed is very juvenile in his love. He's more like a toxic lover boy- "she's MINE! No one should even see her shadow! sigma alpha skibbidyđșđčđ" like he loves u for sure, he'll whisper sweet words to u as he stares into ur soul, but he's so overly possessive that it just cancel out everything else. he doesnt realise that he's insulted you, because he thinks that youre just being stubborn to accept his "way of protecting u from the world". Mehmed's whole bitching about your niqaab/veil was inspired from me coming across reddit posts and tiktoks where men have sexualised the hijaab/niqaab and it just never fails to astound me just how disgusting any man could be.
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Uncharted territory
Humans are weak, like, weak like the pit, one can just push or grip a little too hard and discover that they don't squish, they pop, and it's messy, Thundercracker has never once do such thing but he has seen the dark red spots in the servos or overall armor of his former decepticon comrades, or that real freak, as in Skullcruncher, that had some on his intake and relating it to rust sticks before Hook had his head for doing such an stupid thing as corrosion started to do it's own job.
Humans have always been quite simple to his optics, their colorful and mobile textiles flow with their movement, what they call skin only shines when they sweat and then they are a little interesting which is frowned upon by other humans and some cybertronians look at it with unbounded disgust, he has seen some use gold in their bodies like wasteful creatures, for a moment he compared their vanity to Starscream's, what he could give to have some gold flakes on his basic energon rations after decades without a real taste.
Then there was Marissa, and her assistant, and her comrades that includes her assistant, and they aren't so bad once he got to know them better, Marissa's optic catching red helm that goes down in curls is one of the main things he gets to notice her in the literal ocean of millions of humans, now Thundercracker is sure her EM field wave is familiar enough to tell she is near by meters.
Then there is Buster, and Buster can do no wrong, he can feel her a mile away and detect her in the same way if, Primus forbid, she ever strays in an ocean of dogs, perfect little beans of love really but one can compare to his good girl.
And then there is you, dull and weary human you are like majority, you make him remember Lo Surrounding, a character in his last script that just goes along with the environment but has a very deep background, you are a lot like that one, but so different still as he answer another question you have about why he is blue and why Skywarp is purple, he is about to answer that he wasn't like this before but bites his glossa to refrain his extensive explication, back in Vos one could refer to a mech as attractive and handsome if his paint job was good enough, a good fortune was required too, and if Thundercracker hasn't been exposed to the rest of things on Cybertron he would still believe Starscream was the top of the food chain and still believe he took his image well.
His paint job is good, but still reminds him of Starscream.
Shiny paint job, nice and wide wings, powerful back, arms and support struts, a nice and balanced income of shanix, good living quarters, a handsome faceplate, he would hear all of that back in the academy as the most desired prospect of a partner, even a conjunx if one is lucky enough.
Then remember that you've your own outburst of color, even if it those aren't yours.
Don't take him wrong, he likes how you can blend easily with what is around you, it's funny to see you around without talking to no one and then saying something smart out of nowhere, he thinks your antics are funny, but he isn't making fun of you, that's his hardly expressed meaning when you ask why he is smiling like a century old youngling in your way before trying to hide it drinking down energon to make you forget about it.
Blend with your environment, take it to your advantage, using it to get important documents from one place to the other without no one interrupting your mission, even if it's just paperwork, having extra time so he can talk your ear off with a new idea popping on his processor about Lo and her spy master abilities that have nothing to do with you, why are you asking? No, he is not using you as a reference to his work but is still grateful that you like it, and the possible romantic progress between Lo and his new main protagonist, but that's something for another day.
Lo and you are low-key, not eye catching, not attention center, and Thundercracker likes that, it's easy to talk with you once he finds where you're, and maybe this one occasion wasn't the best as this one time you were really hiding and he gave your location to people you didn't want to greet that very specific day.
He didn't mean it, and he is so sorry for it, and he believes something really awful is happening to you when he hears you groan in pain, stress and annoyed beyond your limits, he knows Marissa, she would never do someone bad to you, but he has to hold Buster to calm him down, and also to see her in that little cute attire with a ribbon on top with more detail before looking at you again once you're back from that closed room.
In all honesty he feels better when you say that he didn't know, that it wasn't his fault, and Thundercracker has a hard time focusing on your words because there is just so much he can take, all attention focused in that attire you're using, um, dressing.
So pretty, how it goes along your natural organic frame's crevices and curves, a little loose and a little too tight here and there, your expression is one of boredom, of exhaustion, he can't really focus too much on it but in how the little trinkets shine just right if you even move to try and hold less weight on your uncomfortable looking ped protector which looks more like a weapon than a real shoe, very mindful of that colorful thing on your lips that resembles dried energon.
You are so pretty, all shiny, pretty and dangerous as sharp weapons lie at your disposition, his spark vibrates with barely contained excitement of having you in front of him, showing off in front of him even when he knows very well you're here against your own liking to please other organics, but that's just right, having you bless them with your presence is more than enough to die with a happy feeling, the light doing a fine job to make you stunning beyond belief.
Makes him so enamoured beyond himself.
Are this the so rumored bubbles or whatever the humans feel in their tanks? Is this it? He never wants for it to go away as you give him a tired look before someone talks in your direction, and his perfect viewing spot is broken as you go to that human with the grace of a soldier limping out of a murderous battle.
Of course, it's only a matter of time before everyone else starts looking at you too.
And, yeah, he is fine with it, he really is, it's not like he wants your attention back, or that he really wishes you would notice or say something about his new finish, or if you noticed that he waxed himself, trying to match your own light, but so little time can bring him barely time to prepare himself.
You are poised so elegant in his optics, and he looks like he just got out of recharge and tried to look composed, in reality looking like a mess, if Starscream was here he would nag him endlessly, if Skywarp was here he would make fun of him, maybe if Skywarp felt his occasional ounce of pity he would try to help him end his wax job before going out there again to try and win your attention, because humans guide themselves in what they look, and if they like how it looks, how that other person looks, if it checks all the boxes just right, when all it would be needed for Thundercracker to let you know that he is right there is to flash his biolights at you.
Humans don't work like that, they don't understand biolights or feel an EM field, which is fine, really, it's better if you never know about the flare of his as he spots you near, vibrating and warm, an open invitation that most of his people would translate to "look at me" or the shuddering wave and unrefined want when you end up touching him by accident, is his fault to have his sensor points in max level to really feel you, every touch as delicate as you can just to not repeat the time a hand accidentally pushed against his cockpit.
No matter what he said, there was no other way to explain the sound escaping his vox as your fingers pressed to the glass than that it was a uncomfortable place to touch, it would be too embarrassing to say the truth and admit that in reality it was sensitive, keeping his dignity and not look like a desperate youngling was better, even if he still struggles to have you near again, doing his best to find you every time and assure you that it's fine, he is okay, so please touch him again because you are so soft and he loves it so much but it's so embarrassing, and it's so dangerous, because what is he going to do is you don't like his approach.
If you knew he feels attracted to you, of his feelings for you, would you reciprocate? Would you be embarrassed? Would you pack your things and get away from the base to a place he doesn't know?
The answer from his part to any of the questions is that he couldn't handle it properly, the happiness or the endless grief, getting organic-curious wasn't on his plans when he decided to stay on earth, and he isn't even sure what your own preferences are.
So, if you knew, you would understand why he almost jumps out of his place when he feels your hand above his right leg strut, quickly collecting himself and hearing you say something about a group going another way, "away from the higher-ups, just us".
You can't feel his EM field or spark flutter, but you do smile when his wings do.
#reader insert#x reader#transformers#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#transformers idw#transformers x human reader#tf thundercracker#tf TC#transformers thundercracker#thundercracker#terraformer au!#marissa faireborn#buster the dog
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hi! I was wondering if I could request something angst/fluff where the reader defends Mike to his aunt Jane and the custody case worker about how he gives his all to take care of Abby by himself? I wish someone could have advocated for him during the scene where they discuss the case and his aunt talks down on him a lot :â( thanks so much for sharing your writing!
A/N: Hi Anon, thank you for the ask and being patient! My inbox was a little crazyâŠIt wasnât specified what relationship they have, so itâs neutral, and can be read platonically or romantically. I hope you like it :)Â
When Mike had asked you to accompany him to a meeting with Abbyâs safeguarding officer and their she-devil of a relative - Aunt Jane - youâd said dropped your things without hesitation. You knew it was going to be rough, as the woman had been on him practically since the day their mother had been buried, but you never expected to be blindsided. Still, from the moment youâd walked into the room and seen the catatonic man with a briefcase clutched to his chest, you knew it wasnât going to be good.
âJust look at my nephew â It's not even 10:00 and he can barely keep his eyes open!âÂ
Thatâs because he canât sleep properly. Heâs literally on prescription pills, but you wouldnât know that, would you?
âAnd this degenerate is who they trust with the wellbeing of a mentally ill child?â
Degenerate was such a strong, vile word. Youâd visibly flinched at it, both in disgust and agitation. Mike hadnât seemed to react, but you knew that deep down he was internalising each and every word that was leaving the womanâs mouth.Â
Abby is not mentally ill, sheâs just introverted. All kids are different.Â
âYouâre the doctor, and you're making me feel like I'm the crazy one - and after what he did to that poor manâŠâ
Oh, of course it was time to break out the tears. Luckily no one - bar herself - was buying it, instead producing a deep collective sigh shared between yourself, Mike and Valerie. Even though the display was all fabricated, you knew that there was a darker side to her behaviour. Sheâd probably grown up entitled; being able to cry her way out of things so she could mould her victim and bend those in her path to her will. You were livid, and you were sure Mike was too.
âI have tried to play nice - but I have to think about Abby nowâŠEnough is enough - Doug ââÂ
The click of the briefcase and a rustling of papers brought the final blow. She wanted custody, and there was a high chance that - should the case go to court - she would get it. From the corner of your eye, you cast a glance over at Mike, watching as he let out a sigh and straightened his back as he came to terms with what was in front of him. His hands trembled slightly, and he bit his lip, mind likely racing to find the appropriate words. With a cocked brow he looked up at you, and you ran your tongue over your lips before pursing them.Â
You didnât want to hold back anymore.
âPardon my language, but this is bullshit,â you spoke, and Jane seemed amused by your sudden aggression. Valerie looked at you with wide eyes, but subtly nodded her head for you to go on. âMike is a good carer, and he has been for the past few years,â
âHave you not listened to anything at all?â the blonde woman scoffed. âAbby is sick. Sheâs not progressing like her peers,â
âObviously, sickness runs in the family,â you said pointedly. âWeâll all be damned if Abby has a fraction of whatever youâve got going on up there,â
âAre you implying that Iâm some sort of sociopath? Itâll say a lot when a judge grants her to me instead of him,â
âCan you stop using Abby as some kind of bargaining chip?â you said, rolling your eyes. âSheâs a human. A growing girl whoâs lost her family at such a young age, and Mike is the only real person she has left! Yes, heâs made mistakes, but what parent hasnât?â
Mikeâs heart swelled slightly at the flippant use of such a strong word. He was always the âolder brotherâ, forgetting that he was basically two things.
âMike was barely an adult when your sister died, but heâs done a hell of a job becoming one. Heâs never missed a doctor's appointment, spends half of whatever shit salary he earns on keeping clothes on her back, and heâs even sitting here silently, not acting out because Abby means just that much to himâ â you spat, feeling your heart race as it pumped blood furiously around your body. Pausing, you loosened your jaw and dropped your shoulders. Your voice had certainly escalated, and the last thing you needed was to be detained.
Mikeâs brown eyes were wide, and there was a small smile that lay hidden under his flushed face. He didnât need to say anything for you to know that heâd really fucking needed that.
â--- Take it from someone with experienceâŠYou donât separate those two. Theyâre a package deal.â you said softly, glancing over at him again, reminiscing on the moment youâd met them. Being close to the pair, youâd seen it all; the good, the bad and the frequently ugly, but youâd never once doubted Abbyâs love for her brother. It was evident that your speech, in the grand scheme of things, didnât mean much, but you knew you were going to fight like hell beside Mike to make it a small part of a larger story.
They were going to get their happy ending.
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Can you do yandere strawhats with a female reader who had woken up from a nightmare/memory of escaping her abusive ex and sheâs in need of comfort?
Never Leave You Alone~..
Trigger warning!!:violence and remembering trauma!
Darkness surround you as cold sweat trickled down your body.
The room was illuminated by the moonlight but that gave you no comfort, looking around frantically you clenched your sheets and but your lip. Tears were building up in your eyes already.
Was it all a dream?..it had to be..
Weâre they coming for you?..
No way..you were in the middle of the sea on a ship..they couldnât find you right?..they wouldnât hurt you againâŠthey couldnât..
Getting up out of your sheets you quickly got out out of the bed in your room to go and find some comfort at last..
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
The dream was somewhat simple at first but soâŠfamiliar..
You were in the kitchen and making yourself a snack at your old home. Before you joined the strawhats that is..
Before you could escape from them..
Everything was nice quiet and peaceful when suddenly..
BOOM
The door flew open and your breath hitched. You clutched the counter slightly but tried to remain calm.
Just their presence alone made you shake and tremble..
Footsteps slowly came closer to you as you could hear them approaching the kitchen. You shut your eyes for a moment and tried to go back to what you were you doing, your hands were shaking to much though so you almost dropped the butter knife you were using to spread some jelly on a slice of bread.
The footsteps came closer..and closer until they stopped. Right behind you.
Silence filled the air as you held your breath, feeling your lungs tighten from the pressure and caution that was building up in your body.
âŠ
âSo you arenât even going to say hi to me?..your partner?..typical..â
They said in a mocking tone with a scoff.
With trembling lips you slowly brought it up into the best smile you could manage to plaster in your face.
âH-Hi dear..Iâm sorry I..zoned out while I was making a snack!â
You had learned to hide your fear by now from being with them for almost a year..
A year youâve been abused by this monster..
Little did you know that your âfreedomâ would be sugar coated with golden chains when you meet the people who will âsave youâ..
Their eyes stared blankly into yours with a hint of annoyance and even hate..
Why were you even here?..you knew they didnât treat you right..
But every.single.time. you tried to leave..they would beg for you to come back..they would say that theyâll change for you..
Glancing at the sandwich you made they took it without a thought and took a bite of it, without even asking and knowing that it was yours that you made.
Only a split second passed and they spit it out with a snarl, glaring at you like you were the most disgusting thing they saw today.
âHow the hell can you even screw making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrong?! Youâre fucking pathetic!..I swear I even wonder why I put up with your shit.â
They said with an eye roll. Your heart sank as every single word felt like a stab to your heart. Looking down sadly you had nothing to say, mumbling a apology for something you didnât even need to apologize for.
Out of no where, they slapped you. Hard.
The pain stung your cheek as you brought your hand up to it with sadness, fear and shock shown all on your face.
Then another slap came..then a punch to your face.
âP-Please! Stop it Iâm sorry!â
You cried, desperately trying to get out of their grip but no use as they held you by your neck. Hatred and violence was written across from them, a smug smirk of power even spread across.
Then another punch came and you saw their fist..you shut your eyes with a whimper..
âPlease stop please stop!!â
Suddenly everything went blank you woke up. The moonlight illuminating the room and the cold sweat trickling down your body and face.
Tears now streamed down your cheeks.
Comfort is what you needed..
And thatâs what youâll get..for a price though..
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Slender and graceful hands slowly massaged your back and shoulders to calm you as you drank sone tea Sanji made you. Robin was sitting down beside you and using her powers to ease your stress with your touch while you ate a mid-night snack made by Sanji of course.
Your mind was scrambling and you almost felt dizzy, why does this keep happening to you..?
Sanjiâs hand slowly crept up to your thigh and began to rub rub sensually. His thumb slowly moving in a circular motion while the mix of his cologne and cigarette smoke filled your nose from time to time to the point where you couldnât really smell the tea because he was so close..
You didnât notice though and just kept trying to lean into their touch. Trying to relax after dreaming of such horrors..
Robin and Sanji werenât the only ones whoâd woken up in the middle of the night to comfort you,
After you woke up you ran to Robin who shushed your sweetly and took you to the kitchen. Thatâs when you saw Sanji who was doing some late cleaning in the kitchen. Then Nami came out because you were being a bit loud, Brook next..Then Franky then chopper and usopp. Jinbe after and lastly Zoro and Luffy came out because of the ruckus.
âI-I donât know why I canât seem to forget about them..or at least get over them..â
You said shakily, your voice was trembling as you looked down at your lap and clenched te tea cup you were holding onto.
All eyes were on you and no one seemed to talk immediately. Brook was playing your favorite song on the violin while Chopper was mixing up what he said to be some nice and relaxing night medicine.
The image of them ran through your mind like wild fire as you started to get chocked up..this was horrible..how could you put all this on your crew?..
âIâm so sorry you have to deal with this again..I-â
âStop it.â
Zoroâs monotone voice cut Your sentence short as you blinked back your tears and looked up at the swordsman who sighed and got up, putting his hand on your shoulder and looking in your eyes.
âY/N..weâre a crew and weâre your friends..you can come to us as many times as you need because weâll always be there for you..didnât we say that when you first joined..?â
He asked slightly raising an eyebrow and leaning a bit closer to you, a dark and cautious feeling started to boil in your stomach but..you were so blind with how much they cared for you..their comfort..their attention they gave to you..
You slowly nodded and smiled sadly.
âYeah..Youâre right..I shouldnât be ashamed of just telling you my problems because thatâs what friends are for..â you said softly as his thumb brushed across the back of your neck.
You could feel Sanjiâs hand grasp a bit tighter on your thigh but of course not enough to hurt you.
âY/N dear..you should probably get some sleep now..if you need us just come to us again because we donât mind..â he said softly, his eyes burning into yours.
Luffy grinned and nodded along with the cook. âYeah..weâve got sone stuff to take care of anyways..â
âIt would be best if you take this medication Y/N..itâll help you sleep better and more peacefully..â chopper said while pouring sone pastel purple liquid into your drink that you assumed was the medicine.
For some reason you feltâŠunsure about this..
What would they do after you fell asleep..? The look on their faces seemed..unusual..
Reluctantly, you nodded and took a sip of your tea. Almost two seconds after it hit you. Your eye lids were droopy and you could barely sit up straight.
Just why was this stuff so strong..?
Big strong and metal arms picked you up bridal style as the sound of Luffy giving orders rang through your ears. His voice sounded a bit more serious for some reason and the crew looked even more unamused about what they were about to do.
Once you were out into your bed you couldnât even say goodnight to Franky. He tucked you in and stared at you for a bit. Patting your head he adjusted his sunglasses and walked out of your room in the womens quarters.
Silence filled the air and the only sound that was truly audible was the padding of footsteps heading down to the lower deck.
To a room that kept something very..special..
Ten figures loomed over a person who was tied up in a chair, their mouth gagged, arms and legs tied together but most importantly they were awake to feel all of it.
Your ex was in that chair. They were about to have the worst night of their life it seemed.
The gripping of swords, cracking of knuckles, the sound of someone lighting and of course the creating of a large thunder cloud was heard as the crew got ready to fight.
Fear was written all over the person who dared to hurt you so badly face. They tried to beg, to scream and plead. Funny right? Almost the same way that they begged and pleaded for you to stay..!
These pirates were having none of it.
It was too late for them..although you didnât even ask for this..for them to..take care of the person who hurt you so bad..
Theyâre your crew mates after all so you didnât need to.
After how they treated you..how much they hurt you..they would do anything to protect you..
Theyâll Never Leave You Alone again..they can promise you that..
Hey guys!! I hope you liked this one because I sure did! I loved writing it and I tried to put as much emotion as I could because I feel like Iâve been lacking lately on my stories lol đ thank you to whoever requested this because I love it and I hope I wasnât too much writing it! I got sone stuff in the works that I KNOW you guys will like so i would be prepared! Also I am still taking requests! but until then bye my lively petals!!â€ïžđžđđ«¶đŒ
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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC
Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff
Word Count: 4.4k
Warning: Canadian NHL team shit talking. Middle fingers.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: N/A
As much as Iman doesnât mind and is one hundred percent on board for all the filming and hanging out with the drivers, she's happy that itâs not an every day of the week and every class kind of thing. Thereâs a level of mental capacity it takes to deal with the people around her while doing this that she canât maintain every day.
But today isnât one of those days. Today theyâre at a track and thatâs one of her favorite places to be no matter where it is.
NOLA Motorsports Park hasnât seen any real IndyCar action since twenty fifteen, but itâs still a place that some teams use when they want to test and practice in a place where it wouldnât really be expected. Though there were times they did open the public stuff and in about a month there would be a McLaren sponsored karting tournament for kids already in and new to the world of motorsport.Â
Iman looks forward to that day because she enjoys helping the kids with their races and even more so helping them understand how their karts work. She was even going to be in charge of a more informational segment that she knows is going to be boring as hell, but hopefully insightful for kids and their parents.
The sport can be hard enough getting into it and she wanted to make it easier for them. Even if she felt a little like a fraud speaking as her path hasnât really been from the ground up like half the kids there.
But at the moment what sheâs most happy about is that she isnât the one making the drive to the track. The place is over an hour from her apartment and though it rarely feels that long itâs nice to have someone else to do it.Â
Though she could do without being sandwiched between her brother and her new frenemy, Lance.
âItâs a Canadian sport. And they are original, how could you dislike them? They have more championships than Seattle has in years playing. I mean I like them too, but come on, Iman.â
The entire rant is funny and itâs the same argument theyâve had twice now after he found out that she enjoys hockey. Theyâve talked a little about football too, but the moment she enacted her duty of humbling a Canadian itâs been a back and forth of him being flustered over her dislike of almost all the Canadian teams in the NHL. Most of it being due to her disdain for certain players - most of which for petty reasons and some because theyâre assholes.
She reaches out and pats his leg, giving him a soft and kind look thatâs only playfully condescending.
âHow about we pick this back up when a Canadian team breaks their thirty year streak of not winning the Stanley Cup. Something multiple players in Seattle have done in that time period.â
âYou went there?â
âI went there.â
Lance huffs and puffs. He tries to say something, but every time his mouth opens he closes it again. If I didnât notice the way he wanted to laugh and the resignation in his expression I would fear Iâd genuinely offended him, but I know I hadnât. Poor man knew it was the truth, even if it was a painful one.
âItâs their year.â
âWhoâs year?â
He sighs. âI donât know. One of them.â
âLeafs?â
At that he makes a face that can only be read as disgust.
âYouâre mad at me and you donât even like them.â
âIâm obligated.â
âI get it.â
Because she does. That conditionally and sometimes fake patriotism got the best of her too.
She opens her mouth to bring them back to common ground by shitting on Vegas, but for the tenth time thereâs a pull at some strands of hair at the back of her head. Eyes narrowed she turns her head to look at her brother. Who doesnât even bother to look away or remove his hand.
âWhy?â
Lewis shrugs.
Rolling her eyes she reaches up and pulls on one of his braids, earning a swat to her hand.
âDonât pull my hair,â he says.
âThen donât pull mine.â
And he does it again.
Like the child she sometimes is, she goes to retaliate, but the van rolls to a stop and she settles for glaring at him.
âHa.â
âOh, shut up.â
With the last word she follows the others out of the van, âaccidentallyâ kicking Lewis on her way out. By the time heâs out and able to get her back sheâs already standing at the front of everyone barely suppressing a gleeful smile. He joins the group and flips her off in a covert way and she does the same.
Not them doing that on the low mattered since the cameras werenât focused on the group yet. Every camera person is huddled together talking amongst themselves.
âIs that a McLaren indycar?â Alex asks.
âSure is.â
Daniel raises his hand, a broad smile on his face. âAre we going to get in it?âÂ
âMaybe.â
That seems to shock everyone, but there is some giddiness to it. One would think that a group of men who raced for a living and who would be back to doing it in about a week wouldnât be so eager to get into a car. But then again thatâs the driving force of why some of them do it for a living.
Before anyone can say anything else Anne walks up and the camera surrounds them. Anne gestures to Iman and she takes her cue.
Iman hitches her thumb backward. âThis is where I do a lot of my internship work during the school year. Though itâs not often used for pro-racing, it is used for testing. And thatâs what McLarenâs Indycar team is doing here for the next month or so. And today youâll be helping me with work.Â
âAll of you know there is some level of secrecy going on with this stuff, but everything you see and hear today will be things that are known to the public or that no one cares about anyone else knowing. Plus, this testing is for this past season's car, not the coming one.
âWeâre going to get a tour of the place and then get to work. Any questions before we get things going?â
The group is quiet and after a few seconds Iman nods and then turns. She leads the group up to the pit lane where McLaren mechanics await them. There are greetings and then another explanation of what theyâre doing there. Then theyâre led off on a tour of the spaces. They field questions from the drivers and to round out the tour they end up back in front of where they started.
âOkay, so weâre trying to figure out what went wrong with this engine during one of the races this season. We had to replace the whole thing and it didnât become a priority to take it apart and find out, so thatâs what weâre doing now to see if thereâs anything we need to change in the future,â the head mechanic says.
He looks around at everyone in the way one does when ensuring that they have a listening audience.
âOkay, so youâll see what Iman and our team do to figure that out. I know this could be more exciting, but we decided this is a good glimpse to really show what she does and in a way weâre comfortable showing. Youâll pair off and our people will explain whatâs going on. Feel free to ask questions and point out any oddities you see, we need all the eyes on this that we can get. Itâs all preliminary, so they wonât be at it for long and then thatâs where the fun begins.â
He shares a mischievous smile with Iman and by the looks of everyone it makes them a bit unsettled.
âWhat does that mean?â Lance asks.
Iman shrugs. âYouâll see. Now go get changed.â
They do what she says even though she could see the questions they want to ask.Â
About ten minutes later everyone returns in coveralls. Iman is already dressed in the clothes she works in so sheâs sitting on a rolling chair when they return.
âReady?â she asks.
They nod.
âOkay, Iâm not going to treat this like a class room so everyone in groups of two and then youâll be with one of us.â
Much like all Imanâs years of school, all the drivers freeze. Then they all scramble toward their chosen person. Despite the small group - or because of how small it was - some end up losing out. It takes all of her not to burst into laughter when Carlos goes for Charles and Lewis snatches up the MonĂ©gasque. Which means Carlos is with Daniel. The man pouts while Daniel grins ear to ear, but you could tell it was more playful.Â
Lewis and Charles laugh at their antics and Iman knows that those two groups are going to be a chaotic mess.
And because sheâs so busy holding back giggles at their nonsense, she misses the chance to grab a group that doesnât contain her brother. She knows that part of this whole thing is wanting them to be together, but she would be a bad little sister if she didnât act indignant about it.
âI guess Iâm stuck with you too,â she says, rolling her eyes.
Lewis grins. âYes, you are. Youâll love it. Wonât she Charles?â
Both men turn their heads to face each other and they share similar grins. Then they turn to her and she sees devious intentions in their eyes. Iman feels like theyâre plotting against her and she doesnât like that.
âOf course. We are a delight,â Charles says.
Now she really knows theyâre going to be a handful. Though she hopes putting them to work will help.
âSure, you will be. How about using that delightfulness to help me disassemble this.â
She gestures to the problem engine. Sheâs to take care of that one while the others look at two others. Both of them cling to their little creep show and then finally nod and help her disassemble the thing. Lewis is a little competent in it because she always talked about it and forced him to learn, but Charles is a little surprising to her. But itâs nice to only have to give a little guidance and get to focus on her work.
Of course she gets so into it that she forgets that she should probably talk to them a little after Charles clears his throat. By the sounds of it heâd been trying to get her attention for a little while.
âSorry, can you repeat that?â
âYou work for McLaren?â he asks.
âThis year.â
âOnly this year? They seem very okay with this for such a short time.â
âOnce before, but for a shorter amount of time then. Iâve done about four internships, two of them with them. One in Nascar and another for a different IndyCar team.â
âWow, thatâs a lot. How do you find the time?â
âI donât. Just chaos twenty-four seven.â She laughs. âBut to be fair, the first IndyCar was when I was a senior in high school. They were doing a program for kids of that age to get them interested and I was a test subject. Since my mother worked for them it was more likely theyâd get better feedback versus the kids who might be scared saying anything could get them blacklisted.â
âReally?â
Iman smiles. âReally. There werenât many issues and nothing major though, so it was fine.â
âNo, I mean in high school?â
âYup. Itâs what happens when you tell the people in your life what you want to do for a living and they have the connections. The moment my mom knew I was serious she had me applying everywhere and brought me in to shadow her and anyone else she could have agree. I was annoying, but good enough that they didnât tell her to stop.â
Talking with Charles is easy and the conversation is one that helps her focus on the task of disassembling the unnecessarily greasy mess that is her side of the engine. Something is peaceful about it too. Nice even.
When she looks up and past Charles to her brother Iman sees a weird expression on Lewis' face. Itâs one he wears when he knows something or thinks he knows something and a weird smile. She wants to question it, but thinks better of it. Knowing Lewis it will irritate her and there is a part of her brain that is sure she knows what that look is for and she refuses to address it.
Not stepping into that shit show. Nope.
âOkay, what happened?â Lewis asks.
âIt stopped the car completely and then when we went to check it there was a small-ish fire.â
âExcuse me?â
âI was the furthest from the fire, Lew.â
Thereâs some grumbling, but his expression and body language mellows out. Not much though. For some reason Iman looks to Charles for support, but instead sheâs on the receiving end of a look that gives off mild anger and a silver of disappointment. Of course she doesnât know Charles well enough for her to fully understand his expressions, but sheâs familiar with the reactions of siblings.
Iman groans. âOh come on. Not you too.â
âIâd be mad at my brothers for it as well,â Charles says.
Lewis fist bumps the man and they both stare Iman down as if expecting something like an apology from her. One that she isnât willing to give, because while she gets the worry and is appreciative of it - especially when Charles barely knows her - this is her job. Sheâs made a career choice and these kinds of situations are the kind of shitty parts that she expects and that need to be expected. Especially from people whoâve seen their fair share of chaos and tragedy in the world of motorsport. She knows that thatâs probably why theyâre worse about it. But Iman also knows that thereâs something more to it.
Instead of indulging them she rolls her eyes and focuses on the engine. They join in after a couple seconds and she guides them through it, telling them the running theory on what they think caused the fire and answering the questions they have about all the ways their hypothesis could be true.
The help feels nice. They donât slow her down at all and even if they did she realizes that she wouldnât mind it. Their interest makes it enjoyable.
By the time they finish theyâve mostly ruled out what it wasnât but have no confirmation on if what McLarens mechanics think went wrong did. Itâs frustrating, but Iman knew enough about the job to know that eliminating possibilities was sometimes better than finding the answer right away. In this case it meant she could catch anything that was also an issue, but didnât get its chance to show out. And there were at least two of those issues she had to document.
Iman follows the other mechanics to give a report and compare notes and she returns changed into clothes she brought with her. When she emerges on the track the drivers are also back in their clothes and standing in front of some of the newest cars from their respective brands or the creators of the engines their F1 car uses.
Lance is looking at her with a raised brow as she enters their field of view and the others appear curious.
âWhatâs happening here?â Daniel asks, though with how giddy he is Iman knows he knows.
âFriendly race.â
As if they werenât professional drivers that did this multiple times a year an electric kind of excitement filled the circle. Itâs classic teenage boy behavior as they nudge each other and talk shit.
Anne steps in and grabs everyoneâs attention.
âWeâre going to have a friendly race. Everyone will be paired up and though there is only one tandem here, you canât be paired with your teammate.â There is some groaning from the Ferrari boys. âAnd, because we have a McLaren IndyCar driver here waiting around, Pato OâWard, will be joining in on the fun.â
Pato appears the moment his name is mentioned. He wears a wide smile and shyly waves to the group.
âHey, guys. Hope you donât mind me crashing this.â
âDibs!â Daniel yells.
Everyone startles, but then itâs a bunch of eye rolling and some bashfulness from Pato.
âThatâs fine, Daniel. I was going to choose who gets who, but it's free for all. So pick yoâŠâ
Before Anne can finish what sheâs saying everyone scrambles and Iman crosses paths with Lewis. She knocks into him, sending him a little off kilter and with enough force that he ends up next to Carlos and her next to Charles.Â
âHey!â he shouts.
Iman waves. âHi.â
âYou know what.. How dare⊠Why?â
âI havenât caused you suffering in a while, which Iâm obligated as a little sister to do. Also Iâve driven many Mercedes. I want to try out a Ferrari. Plus, even if I didnât go for Charles the odds of me reaching Carlos before Lance chooses between him and Albon were low. Shit end of the stick, Lew.â
Everyone laughs as they watch a series of emotions play on the manâs face. He huffs and puffs as he tries to find the words.
Realization dawns on Lewisâ face.
âWait. No. Youâre not racing. You canât⊠This isnât⊠No.â
Every sentence he starts is clearly going to lead to the interaction turning from funny to a little more serious, so Iman lets him work through finding his words.
âThen you shouldnât have taught me how. Iâm not the one who got grounded at his big age for letting me race a car by a woman who is not their mother.â
Alex snickers. âWait. He did?â
âYup. Of course she couldnât make it stick, but she was trying hard to figure out all the ways she could.â
Lewis winces, probably remembering it. Then he rolls his eyes and sulks. âFine.â
With a much gentler smile Iman walks over and places a kiss on Lewisâ cheek and ruffles his braids, then retakes her spot next to Charles. Though he fights against it she watches the sulking stop
âOkay, just donât cry to her or dad when I kick your ass.â
âBring it.â
Anne retakes control of the conversation and directs everyone to their cars. Theyâre all given helmets, because this is hot lap adjacent.Â
âEveryone will get one lap, then youâll swap. This is about speed and I know that every one of you is capable of doing this in this type of vehicle, but Iâm reminding you all to be safe. Nothing crazy unless youâre sure you can execute it without risk to yourself and everyone else. Got it?â
Thereâs a chorus of agreement.
They all discuss who is going first, but Iman just directs Charles to the driverâs side. He looks at her with a brow raised in question, but then he follows her gaze and sees that Carlos is taking this lap. He smiles and nods.
Once in the car they strap in and Charles takes a few deep breaths. Theyâre given the signal to get into place and they get into a formation that works for them. Charles looks at her, a smirk on his lips that is equal parts cocky and confident.
âReady?â
âYes, I am.â
He extends his arm, his hand in a fist. Iman bumps it without question. Then they both turn forward and wait for the go ahead.
Despite seeing it at the same time as Charles and preparing herself, Iman's heart drops to her ass once he hits the gas. It takes a few seconds for her to chill out and by then theyâre on the first turn.Â
Charles drives seamlessly and despite the blur of their surroundings Iman doesn't feel like sheâs going terribly fast. Then a Mercedes sails by and then another. Without having to think about whatâs happening. He is pushing it, but heâs holding back.Â
âIâd be disappointed if you didnât let loose Charlie.â
He barely glances at her, probably to gauge if she means it, and then he pushes it. In about ten seconds heâs passed one of the cars in front of them and is fighting off the other. The others behind them catch up and itâs a battle back there, but itâs irrelevant to the one in front of them.
At every instance he tries to get around the Mercedes she knows Carlos is driving, but despite almost getting past he misses the mark by half a second. Before they know it theyâre crossing the finish line barely behind the Mercedes. Thereâs a three way tie for the others about two seconds later.
And then everyone exits their cars. Thereâs some bragging and arguing. As Charles and Iman change sides he lightly bumps into Carlos with a frown on his face. Heâs trying to seem upset, but the smile heâs wearing is wide.
âWhat about being comrades?â Charles jokes.
Carlos laughs. âNot here.â
Iman slides into the driverâs seat and takes a few deep breaths as her fingers trace the steering wheel. Nerves creep in, but they leave her the moment she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns to see Charles looking at her with a bit of concern.
âAre you okay?â
âA little bit of nerves. Nothing I wonât shake as I put them behind us.â
That brings back the smirk that he wore when he was behind the wheel. There was obviously going to be some uncertainty about her being the only non-driver in the race, but as she smiles back at Charles she realizes he didnât bring that up or seem bothered when she snatched him up from someone who heâd seen do this for a living. It was a nice reassurance. Even if she knew damn well she could hang with the big boys. At least in this kind of situation, behind an F1 car was another thing entirely.
A muffled shout interrupts the moment and Charles puts down his window, revealing Lewis with his own down. Heâs smiling, but itâs that stupid lazy one he puts on when heâs feeling himself.Â
Annoying man.
âReady to lose, Immy?â
Of course he uses that nickname while being annoying.
âYou should be asking yourself that, LuLu.â
âWell, I am a seven timeâŠâ
Iman flips him off and he shuts up, looking appalled. Charles puts the window back up while laughing, but she catches Lewisâ returning the gesture.
Again Charles reaches out and they bump fists. Then itâs lights out and away they go.
In comparison Imanâs take off is delayed, but despite the few inches everyone has in front of her when she does get going, she closes and surpasses it. She puts her speed over one hundred and keeps it there on the first turn. Lewis pulls ahead and so does Lance, but she manages to evade being boxed out and puts a little over a second between them.Â
The next turn has her losing speed a little, but she regains it and keeps herself next to Lance and Daniel for the straight and then on the next turn, she guns it. With ease she ends up in front of Lance and then sheâs next to the Mercedes. Lewis increases speed, but it doesnât beat her out. In the final turn she does what she did in the last one and pushes the car to its limits. The last few feet before the end of the track are a close race, but at the last second she pushes further.
With her speed the car goes past the finish, but itâs a second or two before her brother crosses the line. Everyone else trails by a second or more and then they all leave the car. Iman is shaking from the speed and the excitement. Charles rushes over and pulls her into a hug she happily returns.Â
âThat was great. No, excellent. You crushed it,â Charles says.
âThank you.â
Thereâs some shit talking, but they all praise her.
Lewis is pouting, but itâs not fooling her at all. Heâs the last to pull her into a hug and itâs tight.Â
âYou did fucking phenomenal, Immy. I didnât expect that. You blew away all expectations,â he says.
As he pulls away he kisses the top of her head and refuses to let her go. Pride shines on his face and she feels even more proud of herself. She feels like sheâs the shit. There are no delusions of grandeur on the level theyâre at, but she beat multiple professional racers at something adjacent to their own game and thatâs good enough.
âI did learn some things from the best,â she says.
He laughs, throwing his head back a little and then pulls her into another hug. They pull away and Pato walks up, patting her arm.
âMaybe you should be in Nascar, that was better than your IndyCar test,â Pato says.
âHer what? Youâre what?â Lewis moves so fast to look at Pato and Iman that he should have whiplash.
âUhâŠâ
Pato winces. âWas that supposed to be a secret?â
âIman Marie Hamilton. Youâre what?â
He moves toward her just as she ducks behind Charles. With how serious - but not in a bodily harm way - he looks sheâs sure Charles is going to move out of her brotherâs war path, but he reaches a hand around and takes hold of her shirt. As Lewis tries to get around him he moves with her, using the shirt to leverage her.
âMaybe we should forget this and go to dinner.â
Sweet Charles is trying to de-escalate, but itâs not working and thatâs in part because he canât stop himself from giggling. Which turns Lewis ire from just Iman to both of them.
âLeClerc. Is this the war you want?â
Everyone holds their breath and seconds tick by.
âYes.â
And without a word Iman breaks into a sprint with Charles following suit. Carlos has chosen Lewis' side so he goes for his teammate. Pato and Lance run interference for Iman while Alex and Daniel join in the sport of being the first to get to Charles. Itâs chaos and it dissolves into laughter and labored breathing so quickly. Yet none of them stop.
Youâd think they were all a bunch of children and not very much grown adults. But itâs so funny that Anne puts the camera people to work chasing them down for all the actions.
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