#I really wanna eat a pineapple pizza now...

[patrothestupid]

How would you feel if your werewolf boyfriend gave you a pineapple?

[sherwees]

pizza pizza

cw : very corny pizza boy porn scenario, deepthroating, dumbification, a tinsy tiny bit of fluff, you could tell I had fun with this, colors and links made the fic fun in the process, hendery employee of the month, hendery monster cock, does semen and pizza go together (no? okay then.)

apart of the nct corny porn plots series!

you were hungry as hell.

your stomach caved in with every growl, the intro to that one adult swim show with that one white guy and his friends and it's just beer beer and beer. is that seriously what men only drank? it made your stomach churn, great.. now you were nauseous and hungry.

rolling over sighing, you break your back into an uncanny angle to grab your phone from the floor. you sighed in relief when it came out unblemished, it probably fell when you were having a tantrum earlier about every restaurant being closed.

only little caesars was open.

and you cried.

who wants a greasy pie with cheese and whatever topping, possibly meat in the middle of the night. it'll probably just leave you uncomfortably full and queasy. even the thought at the grease caked up around your mouth was.. ew.. there was a lone chinese restaurant open too but.. just no.

ah yes, maybe you could try going to sleep.

never mind, another fuckass chipotle ad played.

your ears perked to the sizzling and contemporary deep male voice whilst scrolling past an arby's ad, your stomach growled.. to a fucking meat sandwich. oh you were near starvation.

you called up the nearest shop, the receiver sighed before he said, “welcome to.. little caesars.. uhm, how could I help you?” he sounded bummed out but his tone made you roll on your stomach and kick your legs.

“hmmm..– he huffed at your voice– excuse me?”

“what?”

“why'd you do that?”

“do what?”

“THAT.”

he sighs, giving a full visual of the overworked male slumping his shoulders. “do.. what?” the last syllable was dragged out with tiredness.

“you fucking–you let out a dramatic exasperated sigh, attempting to mock him–at me.”

“well maybe–” he paused his objection and realized his actions based off the sudden drop of his tone. “wait.. sorry. uh, I'm just stressed–” he possibly scratched his head based off the small pause. “what do you want..?”

“uhm,” you mumbled, “do you guys still have the pineapple pizza.. urm, special after midnight offer..” it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

“we surely do!” he said weirdly sultry but playfully at the same time. for some reason, an idea popped into your mind.

“um.. what's the total?” you audibly stifled a giggle.

“um.. 7.57.” he mocked you but you didn't process it until way after you got off the phone.

“also.. can you send your hotte–”

“it's only me.” he deadpanned. your smile and giggles dropped, well damn bitch.

“oh.” you hung up and threw your phone across the bed. that was.. uh. em.. urm.. embarrassing. but now you had to wait, confront, apologize to this poor man you managed to stress out within a sentence, go to bed, probably not even eat the pizza, poke the pineapples out and feel embarrassed for the rest of your life.

you spaced out, thinking about the scenarios and possible circumstances you'll take just for him to forgive you. maybe, the second you open the door, you throw yourself into his arms.. maybe, give him a 100 dollar tip.. kiss him.. kill him, hmmmm.. singing confessions II by usher?

the 100 dollar trick will definitely work, but let's double it down to a 20 or a 10.. but first, you gotta find your wallet.

you scrambled to your kitchen to find your purse, rummaging through your lotions, vaselines, lip glosses, car and house keys and finally.. your wallet. opening it, you're met with an array of mismatched cards; victoria secret, bath and body works, marianos..? uhm anyways, your drivers license and your card!

did they take card though?

who even carries bills anymore?

the doorbell rang.

“it's pouring out here! can you open up please, I have your pizza and I really don't wanna get it wet..” his baritone yet desperate voice called from outside the door. you panicked for a bit, hands frantically searching through your papers before you sighed, trudging towards the door.

opening the door, you nearly folded inward at the most delectable man you've ever seen right in front your very eyes. he was literally drenched, his orange shirt clung to his torso; his collar bones being his most prominent feature and the extrusive trail of his abs.

you finally met eyes with him, his brown hair was dewy and besides the vivid familiar smell of pizza, you picked up the scent of rain and nature from him.

why are his eyes so big too..

his nose was really cute and perky too,

ew.. are you checking out the delivery man?!

“pizza! pizza! your double delight.. uh.. hot and ready for a bite!” hendery (you now noticed his name tag) sing-songed, swaying his figure slightly to the imaginary beat.

“here's my card!” he tsked and sighed, gripping the pizza box which you now noticed was weirdly close to his crotch.

“now, why would I take your card..?” he tilted his head with an eyebrow raise, placing one of his hands on his hip.

“because it's the way I'm pay–” hendery rolled his eyes, quite dramatically at your rebuttal and actual stupidness. who the fuck thinks that delivery drivers– especially from a cheap restaurant like little caesars would be carrying a fuckass card reader, that's more for chick fil a.

“does it look like I have a card reader?!” he said monotonous, you noticed that he said it slowly as if you were stupid or something.

oh shit.

his eyes zoned in on your curves before they trailed up to your face, “how bout this, since you're so pretty..” he looked down at the box, sucking his bottom lip before looking back up at you.

“I'll give you it for free, it's on me sweetheart..” his pearly whites flashed for a second in a chaste smile.

“wait? really?!” your stomach dropped in excitement. he reveled in your happiness, he swore your smile was the prettiest.

“they call me the employee of the month for a reason..” hendery said, leaning on the door with the pizza box still tight to his crotch. “how about I come inside, it's pouring out here..” his eyes drifted to the rain jumping off the pavement then back to you with a slight smirk.

“a gift for a gift, yeah?” without waiting for your response, he stepped in with a mischievous grin.

“well, okay then..” you muttered, making sure to keep your eyes on the strange male whilst you shuffle behind him to shut the door.

there was something keeping the box ajar. through the slit, it looked like a tip of something, uhm.. that's not his dick right?

let's hope it's a container of garlic butter.

“uhm, what's that..” the tip of your finger nudged at the foreign object poking out, he hissed at the contact. genuinely, you cannot explain how you felt in that moment. shock, confusion, maybe a bit of terror ran through your body, you tried to pull away but his calloused hand gripped your wrist.

his other hand flicked open the pizza box, was that a pineapple ring around his dick?! your jaw fucking rolled to the ground, why was it so wide, so elongated and veiny and the worst part was.. THAT SHIT WAS LEAKING ALL OVER YOUR PIZZA.

“bro, you're leaking all over my pizza! I was fucking starving!” you whined, snatching the pizza box from his hands and throwing it on the ground.

“well, if you insist..” his hand went to your waist and squeezed before lowering you to your knees slowly. “have a taste..?” his other hand rubbed his massive member leisurely, positioning his cockhead at your pouty lips. “come on now..” he took the pineapple off and threw it on the ground.

you were hesitative, but you at least have to meet him in the middle. you obliged and opened your mouth, looking up at him; you noticed the sharpness of his jaw line. goddamn, he was hot. kitty licking his salty and sweet tip, a blob of precum landed on your top lip causing you to flinch.

he giggled at that. bitchass.

the hand at the back of your hand coerced your head forward, the tang of sweat ran through your taste buds. the taste of pineapple and salt became stronger as he pushed forward and stretched your mouth past your limits, you shivered and moaned. hendery's hand wrapped around your jaw before pressing on your neck, feeling around the bulge of his hefty cock through your skin.

“you're so hungry~ hm?” he ridiculed you before pulling back a bit and slamming himself back in. “don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied.” he gripped your locks before maneuvering your head harshly on his member, using your mouth like a cock sleeve.

you gagged, choked and flailed around but he didn't let up, his tip rubbed your tonsils sore. his abdomen was flush with your nose before he pulled out, a trail of spit, phlegm and precum followed.

your face was warm with tears and spit, you looked up at him; he was smirking. hendery suddenly yanked you up and pushed you against the wall, he played with the strings of your pyjama pants. “so fucking cute,” he murmured whilst squeezed your cheeks, his hand was as big as your fucking head.

“tell me what you want, honey..”

“I want my pizz–”

“damn, you'll get your pizza soon!” hendery yelled with wide eyes, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “shit, you're like a fuckin’ baby..” his salty digit rubbed a circle on your tongue, your teeth instinctively grazed the skin of the digit before biting down on it lightly. damn, you were hungry. his free hand shoved your fluffy pants to the floor with a small thud, you winced at the contact of his clammy hand fondling your ass.

it was his turn to fall to his knees, his hands fell to your thighs to squeeze and massage them before he shoved his face inbetween your legs. his tongue spread through your folds, sucking on your clit like a baby bottle.

you moaned and writhed but still had a sense of embarrassment of the sounds that resounded off the walls. he looked up at you with those fuckass doe eyes, you nearly fumbled into a ball of nothing right there. his left moved to your ass but his right stayed at your thighs, your head spun from his doings.

he then started to become reluctant, his eyes rolled back multiple times; immersing himself in the flavors of your savory juices. to be honest, the sounds of him slurping makes you want a baja blast from taco bell.

you just don't know why either.

“fuck do you think you could take me, princess?” hendery pulled away, his mouth messy with slick and a trail of drool dripping and clinging to his chin.

pulling you out of your baja blast daydream, hendery's eyes looked eager and bigg-ER like what the fuck? was he giving you puppy eyes?!

“uhm..” you looked down at his cock, it twitched like it was waving at you. “I'll see.” you shrugged and hendery fucking SMILED. again.

oh my gosh, he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

hendery stood up, the height difference was now more intimidating now. you only had view of his neck once he came closer, you were kinda upset but lightened (and tightened) up once his bulbous tip rubbed against your damp hole. you could already tell that he was too big, his tip felt heavy..

“wait..!” you screamed before he pushed in, hendery sighed before looking down at you. his brown pupils bored into your uncertain ones, “what if you tear through my ass and create two holes like some king louis xiv shit..” he gave you another fuckass smile but this one was reassuring, you giggled unironically.

“you'll be fine!” he rolled his eyes but this time with a playful intention and kissed your forehead. after almost going into shock, he pushes himself in; you both grunt at the first contact. the smooth ridges of your pussy gripped him so well, practically milking him; hendery even looked at you to see if you noticed but your eyes were shut trying to accommodate to the monster's intrusion.

his shoulders slumped, guess he'll go easy on you. but you were so beautiful when you struggled.. hendery decided to test the waters once he sheathed at your cervix, he craned his neck to bite yours. you only whimpered and helped once he started to pick up a slow, steady pace just for you. the string in your stomach started to get tangled and soon break, you even started to tear up from the waves of ecstasy that launched throughout your body like mini sparklers.

sooner than later, he started pounding into you and everything around you felt humid.. your inner thighs were a sticky mess, it felt like your neck was being sucked by a vacuum and pricked by a toothpick and coated with hendery's slobber mixed with yours. you didn't even realize your mouth was agape, close it.

“sweetheart– holy shit!” you must've clenched around him or something, you didn't know what was what anymore. you might've even been deranged from the fucking monster cock that alternated your intestines functions and forms. “you're taking me so we-ll..” hendery's voice cracked a bit at the end. his jaw was unhinged, eyes shut until he looked down at the connection of your bodies.

hendery's cock swelled and twitched inside of you, emitting another moan from you and causing you to position your leg up higher. you literally wanted him embedded inside of you at this point.

“I think I'm gon–” you cut yourself off once that one particular thrust threw you off the edge. hendery's abdomen tensed when your walls pulsated around him in an erratic, yet unsteady rhythm. but the thing is, your high wasn't as long lived because once your post nut clarity hit you harder than that one ball during gym class in middle school.

you were fucking.. the pizza man.. in the middle of the night.

LIKE A FUCKING PORNO?

man oh man, you were in the fucking gutter, deep in it.. you felt like there was an audience of ghosts making fun of you, this was so fucking embarassing.

hendery pulled out of you with a pop, everything was black. did you go blind?! oh no, you just had your eyes shut. you opened them and gasped once you realized, the dick was so good, you thought you went blind. he started to gather himself but he snatched glances at you like he wanted to say something or do something. but you only stared at the stairs, what else did he expect?

he was only a delivery boy after all.

“deadass..” you croaked out of the blue, a lazy smile forming at the edge of your lips as you pondered on the unknown idea. hope resonated in his soul and visibly on his face when he turned around. “what if you tried the jizz pizza? the one you had your cock all over earlier..” you asked confidently and with a hint of curiosity, your foot nudged at his with a small snort.

hendery looked at the box, then looked at you with reassurance. it's not like you were daring him or holding him at gun point, it was just question. but something urged him in his heart that made him want to please you for some reason, like he needed to.

“are you serious?” he questioned, concern and something else you couldn't sense was etched in his features.

“yeah, try the jizz pizza!”

taglist : @haechansbbg

[arminsumi]

aftercare w/ armin ?

AFTERCARE WITH ARMIN.

Armin ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: yay aftercare! i really do wish i saw more aftercare scenes in smut bc they make it feel more real and sweet

🔞 minors don't read or interact — n.sfw / 18+ content

WARNINGS — a lil cheesy, ur dating, (implied smut that happened); roughplay, mean dirty talk, he did u too good u couldn't walk lol

"I can't feel my legs."

"Haha."

"Don't laugh, Armin! It's all your fault. You're an animal."

His lips curl into a smile and he rolls into your embrace. A satisfied sigh flows out of him.

"Sorry, did I go to hard on you?" he asks, hands beginning to knead your thighs. "

You smile too, "No, I'm just teasing. You know I like it rough, I told you."

"Mmm, just checking. Sometimes I get worried that you're too blissed out to remember your safe word." he admits.

"That's never happened, don't worry." you assure him.

He hums, "Good. Wanna get cleaned up?"

"I don't know if I can walk."

He giggles guiltily.

The two of you lay there on his messy bed with slightly numb, exhausted bodies.

"I'll carry you to the bathroom, love."

"Can you even do that?"

"What the hell! I could toss you into any position if I wanted to. I'm a big boy." he responds defensively, making you giggle.

"I was just teasing. I know you can."

"Oh. Well... anyways... c'mere, hook those legs 'round my waist." he commands softly, voice nothing like how it was just ten minutes ago when he had you clinging to the headboard for dear life.

When he's in that lust-drunk state, he can spout some surprisingly venomous words — all to your taste, of course. He used to be shy about even saying your name during sex, but now he had no problem calling you all those names you liked.

There's a nice silence between you and your blond boyfriend as he lifts you gently out of bed and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you down on your feet so you could lean against the sink. And he does it so carefully, it makes you smile.

"You're so pretty when you've got that afterglow." he compliments, but you think he's teasing, so you scoff. "I mean it."

"Don't you rather mean that I look like a train hit me? I must look roughened up."

He's scurrying around the little bathroom, getting the dumbly cute Hello Kitty wash cloth that for some reason has become "the aftercare cloth".

"Spread your legs." he commands gently.

"What a gentleman." you say as you do so. He always makes sure the cloth is wet and warm — just warm enough, not too hot.

"Only for you, my girl." he murmurs. "You know, I'm pretty sure you woke the neighbors tonight."

"Not my fault." you stick your tongue out at him.

He looks at you as if to ask seriously? and it makes your tummy do loopies. He looks best when his hair is ruffled up like this, and his eyes are bright, and his cheeks are slightly radiant with that afterglow.

Armin always takes his time with you, in or out of bed. He adds sprinkles of kisses and cuddles during aftercare.

When you've returned to the bed and lay there happily tired, Armin pops in after cleaning himself.

"Angel, d'you want anything to eat?"

"Pizza."

"Yesss I love you."

"Pineapple pizza."

"Okay, I take that back."

You giggle into the pillow.

"I'm kidding. Get the usual." you tell him.

"M'kay." he winks, hand on the doorframe and sliding off before he leaves to find his phone because god knows that boy can't keep tabs on his phone.

[ghost-bison]

Introduction Post

Dear creature, abstract concept, wildebeest and whoever else stumbles upon this, hello!

My name is Eléonore and I will be your ghost for this evening (see what I did there)

If you are here, it must mean you are a Doctor Who enjoyer or maybe a lost little Teen Wolf/Vampire Diaries fan. If the latter's true, then sorry bug, I rarely ever post about those anymore, the hyperfixation is over :( But if you want some Doctor Who content then hi girl. welcome here I think

So here's a random info dump about me to either trigger your fight-or-flight response or become sisters:

I'm an artist. I mean that's what you call people who create stuff and I do that a lot: I write and I draw and I annoy the shit out of my neighbors by reorganizing my room in the middle of the night (for the sake of architecture)

I almost always take 20 years to answer texts

I haven't really slept since 2016

I'm kind of a dick

If you want to unleash the curse, then you may mention Doctor Who in my presence, or Catherine Tate/Christopher Eccleston/David Tennant

My top 3 Shakespeare plays are Winter's Tale, Much Ado About Nothing and Hamlet

I'm really enthusiastic about literary analysis, zombie apocalypse media, ghost stories, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind and Beksiński. Like really enthusiastic

I had the biggest obsession with Derek Hale for 10 years to the point where it got embarrassing. Like if you talked shit about Derek I would bite, and after seeing the shitty-ass movie I didn't talk for 3 days

I'm terrified of the dark, that québecois show called Têtes à Claques TV and Gojo Satoru fans

I listen to everything, but my fave genres are probably country, celtic music and whatever you call that other genre that has geniuses like Michael Malarkey, Adrianne Lenker, Jenny Hval, Sharon Van Etten, Vashti Bunyan, Kyla La Grange, Kate Bush, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds etc... like idk what it's called, I just call it cottagegore personally

I also love B-52's, Portishead, Foo Fighters, Sheryl Crow and Minnie Riperton

Favourite foods and drinks are black tea with milk, well-seasoned tomatoes, bananas, goat cheese and honey pizza, and reese's

But I'm also a bit of a raccoon I'll eat anything. even that fake concrete you find in kids' construction kits cause it smells really nice

But please don't give me pears, pineapple or tofu I will spit it in your face

I have adhd, anger issues, dyscalculia and sometimes in the street I look at my feet and then my thumbs because if I don't then I'm afraid I'll teleport. They had me do an IQ test once and said I was below average in some fields. it made me laugh

I kept getting into trouble at school because of how "out of it" I was (I wasn't a troublemaker or anything I just didn't know what was going on)

I'm part of the crowd that thinks humans are more interesting than other animals (sorry bugs I love cat videos as much as the next person but we're just such a fascinating species)

I wanna move to Scotland/Ireland soon

I had a pet fish once. Philippe. He was nice

I'm bi but I've never had a straight crush on a guy before except maybe Christopher Eccleston and Jean-Pierre Polnareff (from Jojo)

I wonder if one day I'll feel like an adult

My works as of now:

"I'll see you when I fall asleep" (Doctor Who - TenDonna)

[heathersproship]

guys i dont mean to hate or anything i really don't, so i'm sorry if it sounds like that. i'm just a little confused, though. i really just wanna see proshipping from your perspective since i'm very confused and i wanna see it from all perspective. also i'm really sorry if this seems rude i swear i'm not trying to be i just wanna understand 😭

You’re good, no worries!

Proship is being decent to your fellow fans. It’s recognizing we all have different tastes, and understanding that those different tastes don’t mean one of us is automatically wrong. There’s no “right or wrong” when it’s a matter of opinion because opinions are not facts.

Here’s an analogy I hope will help.

Think of fandom like a party. Parties are fun. You come here to have fun.

Now think of fiction as the food you find at the party (since we consume it). To really narrow it down, let’s use pizza.

There’s the classic cheese pizza (genfic), pepperoni (fluff), olives (angst), olives and pepperoni combo (hurt/comfort), sausage (smut), and pineapple (darkfic) to name just a few. They’re all side by side at the table, and each one is in its own big pizza box labeled with large letters so you know exactly what you’re getting from which box. CHEESE sits on one end of the row, PINEAPPLE sits on the other. None of them are touching each other.

Let’s say you really like cheese. You’ll eat all the cheese pizza you can get your hands on, but you hate pineapple. You think it’s the most disgusting thing in the world, and you wouldn’t eat it for $1mil. In fact, you wouldn’t eat it if it was the very last morsel of food on earth and you were starving.

You arrive at the party and make your way to the table, ready to chow down on some quality food. But on your way to your beloved cheese pizza, your precious, you pass by the icky and dreaded pineapple pizza.

What would you do?

A) ignore the pineapple pizza, take your cheese pizza and walk away from the table

B) warn other people not to take the pineapple pizza because “it’s disgusting!”

C) make a scene about it, screaming “OH EWWWWWWWWWW WHO PUT THAT GARBAGE ON THE TABLE WHERE THE FOOD IS?? YUCK! GROSS! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!”

If you answered A, that’s what being proship is. Proship isn’t blindly approving of everything at the table just because it’s there for you to consume—it’s supporting the right for everything to be there even if it doesn’t do anything for you. (ex. I like incest, but I don’t care for smut, and if I happen to see that my bestie is reading smut while sitting right next to me, then I hope she’s enjoying herself!) It’s labeling the pizzas so people can take what they want and avoid what they don’t want. You understand that there are other people at the party, and not everything there is exclusively for you, and that’s okay. That’s great, actually, because you can eat cheese with party friends who also like cheese, and for those friends who don’t like cheese, guess what? More cheese for you! No one feels bad, it’s a win-win all around! Party on!

If you answered B, that’s less okay. While your intentions may be good, it’s ultimately not your call whether others will find the pineapple as disgusting as you do. While you could be saving someone from a potentially horrible and traumatizing experience, you could also be depriving them of a really good one. It’s up to them to decide whether they like it or not, not you. Things are a little awkward, but still salvageable.

If you answered C, you’re an anti. You make the party a lot less fun with your outburst, and now people are afraid to go near the pizza for fear of taking the “wrong” one (even though there’s no wrong answer—never has been and never will be). You think everyone who likes, much less actively chooses to consume, pineapple pizza has something deeply wrong with their brain, and if you find out a disgusting pineapple-lover so much as breathes in your direction, you’re going to personally kick them out yourself because people who eat the literal garbage that is pineapple belong outside like the disease-ridden RATS they are, not inside at parties where they could poison everyone—especially the young, vulnerable, impressionable CHILDREN—with their RABIES. And while you’re busy moralizing over pizza, making it your business what other people put in their mouths, the other party-goers are feeling bad about themselves for the crime of... simply having a different preference to yours. They can’t help what they like or dislike any more than you can. They’re not rats, and they definitely don’t have rabies. They’re not going to infect you or the (literal or figurative) children with rabies they don’t have. Some of the pineapple pizza lovers might be children, are they condemned too? Or have they simply become “lost” and you’ll “fix” them to like the “right” things? Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Once the pineapple is gone, then sausage is the Bad Pizza, and then olives (oli&pep combo is on thin ice), until there’s only one or two “safe” options to pick from, and if the party-goers don’t like them, they’re just as bad as the pineapple-lovers, and the sausage-lovers, and the olive-lovers. Filthy vermin, all of them! Banished! Begone! And when that party has died down, you’ll find another party to go to and do it all over again! Sounds exhausting, and I don’t recommend.

...this kind of got away from me but I hope it gives you something to chew on! Let me know if I need to be clearer! I tried to make this as short as possible!

[your-divine-ribs]

Caught Red-Handed

Words: 6.3k

Doesn't Van ever think about knocking?

Friends to lovers // eventual smut // I have a Sam version of this story on my Wattpad too xxx

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You'd been friends with Van for years, right back when the notion of recording platinum-selling albums and touring the world was just a dream. He was that friend who you could talk to if you had a problem. He never judged you and he always had your back. He was the one person you could call on if you needed anything. So when you'd had a huge bust up with your friend and house-mate and he asked you to move into his house in Chester you didn't think twice. Larry had moved out just months before and there was Van, rattling around in the house all by himself. He'd never been any good with just his own company… and you were of no fixed abode. It was the perfect solution. There was just one small problem...

The past few months you'd started to see Van in a different light. His striking ocean eyes captivated you like they never had done before. The feel of his body pressed up next to yours when he greeted you with a hug made your heart race. And seeing him with his female fans fawning all over him just set off a sharp sting of jealousy which you had no business feeling.

Now here you were on a Sunday night, lounging on the sofa watching TV and feasting on takeaway pizza, trying not to react to the fact that your pulse had started to quicken the moment Van took his seat next to you, barely leaving a gap between your two bodies.

"Give us another slice of yours," he says, not waiting for your consent but reaching over into the cardboard box on your lap.

"No way!" You protest, slapping at his intruding hand and then snatching the box away out of his reach. "You've already had two slices you greedy git!"

"Come on, yours is well nice," he pleads. "I'll swap ya."

"Ughhh not a chance. It's not my fault you ordered the worst pizza on the menu. I mean who has pineapple on pizza anyway?" You wrinkle up your nose in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to take control of this then if we're not sharing!" Van announces, grabbing for the remote control and switching channels.

You groan as Match of the Day fills the TV screen. You hate football and Van knows it. He's obviously just trying to wind you up and it's working.

"Hey that's not fair, it's my turn to choose what we watch tonight. Spider-Man's on in ten minutes and I wanna see it."

"Do you really wanna see the film, or just perv over Tom Holland, eh?" Van chuckles, holding the remote control higher as you swipe for it. "Ah that's it, isn't it? Ooh Tom, Tom! You're so sexy!"

He mimics you in a silly girly voice, throwing his head back and laughing as you narrow your eyes at him. God he's bloody infuriating sometimes, like a big kid.

"Shut up and pass it here!" You whine, setting your pizza box down on the empty seat next to you so you can reach up to grab the remote.

It's no use though, he passes it over to his other hand and stretches right out so there's no chance of you getting it from your current position.

"If you can get it you can watch what you like," he taunts. "And if you don't I get the rest of your pizza!"

You rise up out of your seat, leaning right over him, one hand on the back of the sofa near his head, the other reaching over as far as you can, fingers straining.

"You're so bloody annoying!" You complain, kneeling on the seat next to him so you can reach even further.

He just laughs with the widest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, riling you up further. You're almost there, your fingers practically touching the remote, just an inch further and it'll be yours…

And then your foot slips out from under you and you find yourself sprawling forwards, toppling right over into his lap. You're practically straddling him, your chest thrust right in his face.

"Woah! If you want my body you've only got to ask!" Van jokes, his whole face creasing into laughter at your obvious embarrassment as you scramble up on to your feet, your cheeks glowing.

You'd normally laugh it off, come back at Van with some cutting remark, but for once you're lost for words, a combination of your self-consciousness and the fact that being so close to Van has made your body react in all sorts of inappropriate ways.

You have an urge to get away now you're on your feet, putting your head down and heading for the door, mumbling something about not feeling too good.

Van springs to his feet immediately, catching hold of your arm just as you're about to exit the room, gently bringing you to a stop.

"What's up? I've not really pissed you off have I? I was only joking you know. We can watch whatever you like... Y/N? Are you alright?"

You've no choice but to turn and face him, your awkwardness increasing. You just hope you sound convincing.

"I'm okay, it's not you... I've just... come over feeling a bit funny... a bit sick. I think I'm just gonna go and lie down upstairs for a bit..."

Van's face falls with obvious disappointment and then creases with concern. "Hope you're okay..."

You pull away, saying you'll be fine, hurriedly rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind you and flopping down on to the bed, frustrated.

This has got to stop. You've known Van for so long he should be more like a brother to you. If anything happened it would just make things weird. Not that he's probably remotely interested in you at all romantically or sexually. The trouble is, now you've started to see him that way you can't get the thoughts out of your head. There's no way you're going back downstairs now to torture yourself all the more.

You sigh, resolving that you may as well just call it a night and try and get some sleep. You get undressed and shimmy into the little silk slip that you sleep in. It's far too hot to get under the covers so you lie on top, closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind, hoping that sleep claims you soon.

It's useless. Images of Van scroll through your head ceaselessly. His disarming smile... his stunning blue-green eyes... that cheeky way he looks at you, waiting for a reaction when he's winding you up...

It starts out innocent enough, but then your mind really starts to wander. You recall a morning last week when you'd bumped into Van in the hallway when he'd just stepped out of the shower dressed in nothing but a towel, his pale skin still flushed from the warm spray. Imagine if his towel had slipped...

Warmth floods your body at the thought and you squirm on the bed, pressing your thighs together.

Think about something else Y/N, for fucks sake...

Your thoughts drift to yesterday afternoon. Van was messing around with lyrics for a new song he was writing and he wanted your views on them. A smile springs on to your lips, you love the fact that he values your opinion so much.

This is a safe topic to think of. You picture the scene from yesterday. Van was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, strumming away, his eyes screwed shut whilst he sang, completely lost in the music. You'd been grateful for that so you could watch him uninhibited. The sun was low in the sky and it was streaming through the window, bathing him in a soft golden glow. God he'd looked gorgeous.

You'd been focussing on his hands, his long, slender fingers flying up and down the frets, expertly picking out the notes. His hands...

Oh god.... here you go again. You must admit you've become quite obsessed with his hands recently. His fingers are just so... long...

Just imagine...

Fuck... now your mind's really working overtime but this time you don't try and divert it. It's been months since you've been intimate with anyone after your prick of an ex dumped you, and he treated you that badly you've not felt sexy at all since... until now. Why not just enjoy the feeling? It's only a fantasy anyway.

Eyes still screwed shut, you hitch up your silky slip around your hips, spreading your legs apart. You start to touch yourself over your underwear, imagining it's Van's fingers instead of your own. That's when you realise exactly how turned on you are. In no time your heart's racing and your breathing heavy as you writhe on the bed. Your panties feel damp to touch as you curl your fingers around the edge of the lace and move them aside.

You start to caress yourself, dipping one finger inside you to gather the slickness of your arousal, then spread it upwards over your clit, moving in tight circles.

God that feels good. You tip your head back on the pillow and spread your legs even wider, moving your hips in time with your caresses, little whimpers of pleasure escaping your lips. All the time you're thinking about Van and imagining his hands on you, that familiar tightening feeling building in your core.

What you don't realise is that you have an audience. Van came upstairs a few moments ago to check on you, worrying about you feeling poorly.

He didn't knock. He didn't even think. Now he wishes he had... or maybe not...

He knows what he should do. Back slowly and quietly out of the room, pretend he's not seen you, then carry on pretending he's not seen you. But he can't. He's transfixed. He doesn't think he's ever seen a sexier sight in all his life than you pleasuring yourself. Hair spread wantonly over the pillow, brows furrowed a little, your mouth a perfect O shape. Your body's rising and falling with your deep breaths, your fingers gliding over your slick skin. Christ, those little moans that you're making. He can feel his dick stiffening, pressing uncomfortably on his jeans. And then...

"Oh Van..."

What the fuck?

The shock suddenly snaps Van out of his trance and he steps back quickly, kicking the door as he does, alerting you to his presence.

What the fuck?

Your eyes snap open in a heartbeat and you sit bolt upright, confused for a second until you see Van lingering in the doorway, a stricken look on his face. Did he see... everything? Did he hear his name?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you grab for the duvet, horrified, wrapping it tightly around yourself.

"Jesus Van, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" You cry out, mortified, feeling the colour instantly drain from you in shock but then swiftly return with your humiliation, staining your cheeks scarlet.

Van appears to be speechless, his mouth opening and closing like he's a fish out of water. All the time he's shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Finally he manages to string together some stumbled words.

"I... I'm so sorry. I was... errr... worried about you... 'cause you said you felt sick. I was just... errr... coming up to check on ya."

"Yeah well I'm okay!" You say, your voice coming out high-pitched, your eyes darting around so you don't have to look directly at him.

"I can see that!" He blurts out.

You allow yourself to look at him now, and there's a moment where your eyes lock, and it's like there's a million things you both want to say but you can't find the words.

And then it passes. Van backs clean out of the room, still muttering his apologies, and you sit there in shock... absolutely mortified.

What now?

As soon as your eyes flicker open the next morning it all comes flooding back in a wave of red hot shame and humiliation. How the fuck are you supposed to face Van again after he's seen you in such a compromising position? And, even worse... did he hear you moaning his name? How the hell are you even going to look him in the eye if he knows you've been fantasising about him?

You hurriedly shower and dress and make your way downstairs to find that Van's already there, he's obviously rolled right out of bed and come straight down in the hunt for breakfast.

He stands in the kitchen in just a pair of trackie bottoms, no t-shirt, hair all mussed up and looking every bit as delectable as the full English he's frying up on the stove. Your mouth's watering and you're not sure whether it's the aroma of the bacon or the sight of him.

Your gazes lock as you enter the room and for an awkward moment you don't think anyone's going to speak, but then Van does, and it's an admirable attempt to make things seem normal but it just falls flat.

"Oh... morning love. Want some of this? There's plenty. I was gonna come and ask if you wanted some but..."

You thought you might disturb me finger-fucking myself on the bed?

Of course he doesn't say it but you're both thinking it. You can tell by the tiny hint of a smile that plays on his lips, the way he trails off, looking down, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Errr... no... thanks, I... errr... actually have... a meeting first thing. Thought I'd get to the office early, catch up on some stuff. I'm so busy at the moment. Honestly the emails... they never stop coming..."

Now you're babbling, and you have a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that what's happened will taint your easy-going friendship with Van. You really don't want a silly moment to ruin the precious bond you have. You panic, still mumbling about your heavy workload as you grab a banana out of the fruit bowl and make for the door.

You cringe all the way to work and by the time you get there you're in such a state over it that you vow to try and put the whole thing to the back of your mind or you'll just drive yourself crazy. Thankfully work is busy and you throw yourself into it, managing to completely switch off your whirring brain. In fact you almost forget all about it until your phone buzzes with a text notification mid-afternoon. It's Van.

Van: Hi hope you're ok. Me and Bondy are having a few drinks down the local tonight if you fancy it? x

Usually you wouldn't hesitate, especially if Bondy's down from Newcastle. You love seeing the guys, but you realise that you can't face it and you find yourself grudgingly typing a reply.

Sorry Van, I'm having a rough day and I'm tired already. Have fun and say hi to Bondy for me...

Van obviously does have fun as he's still not back home by the time your eyelids have grown heavy and you've taken yourself off to bed that evening. You can't sleep though, lying there on your back staring up at the ceiling, going through scenes in your head where you and Van sit down to discuss what happened like two sensible, mature adults. The only problem is every single scenario you dream up has the same outcome: Van sniggering like a naughty schoolboy and you ending up red-faced and flustered and even more embarrassed than you were beforehand.

You're still chasing sleep when you hear the key in the lock and heavy footsteps traipsing into the kitchen at gone midnight. You sit up in bed, wondering whether you should get up and speak to Van but then you hear a loud clattering noise, followed by some curse words and muted laughter. He's definitely drunk.

You sigh, sinking back down into bed, listening to Van clumsily banging around in the kitchen, then you hear his footsteps on the stairs. You even find yourself counting the steps, waiting for the moment he'll walk past your bedroom.

And then there's silence... He's stopped... right outside your bedroom door.

You can just make out his shadow in the tiny gap of light filtering under the door. He's standing right there! Your heart almost stops beating and you realise that you're holding your breath, waiting for a sound... his voice, maybe a knock, or maybe he won't knock... again. Maybe he's standing there imagining you like you were last night...

And then you hear him move away.

The rest of the week carries on in the same vein. You blatantly avoiding Van by way of feigning imaginary illnesses or tiredness and enduring awkward encounters in the kitchen that have you quickly scurrying away, and by the time Friday comes around you're running out of excuses.

You've had another exhaustingly long, hectic day at work and when you arrive home you breathe a sigh of relief when you stand quietly in the hallway, listening for any signs of life in the house and you hear none. Great... that means Van's more than likely out, so you've got the whole place to yourself. No sneaking around, no hiding away, you can just relax.

You kick off your shoes and make for the kitchen, on a mission to find the largest glass you can to fill with wine before heading upstairs for a long soak in a luxurious bubble bath. It sounds heavenly...

"Surprise!"

You practically jump out of your skin at the sight of Van in the kitchen as you push through the door. He's standing there holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, the widest grin on his face practically splitting it in two.

"What's all this?" You exclaim, eyes wide, heart pounding from the shock of discovering that you're not as alone as you thought.

"Thought I'd treat ya... 'cause you've been working so hard and I also thought you needed cheering up 'cause you've been dead grumpy..."

"I've not been grumpy!" You protest, aware that you do, actually, sound extremely grumpy. You smile despite yourself.

He continues, placing the glasses down on the kitchen table and beginning to pour out the wine. "And you've been avoiding me."

Shit...

"I've not been avoiding you at all, I've just been... busy, and tired. It's been a long week."

He pauses, looking at you with eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh really? So you've not been avoiding me since..."

Uh-oh. Here it comes. You brace yourself, feeling your cheeks warming, watching his face scrunching in second-hand embarrassment for you.

"Since... The Incident..."

The Incident?  The way he says it, even pausing for effect, like he's talking about some award-winning feature film he's bigging up, leaves you in no doubt that you're not going to be able to get away with pretending like it never happened. He wants to discuss it. Right now.

You shoot out a hand, reaching for one of the wine glasses and gulping at the contents, hoping for the alcohol to dull your embarrassment, but sadly it doesn't work that fast.

"Did you have to bring it up?" You say, swirling your wine around in the bottom of your glass to avoid looking at him.

"Actually yes, I do," he says. "If we're gonna live together we need to clear the air. We can't go on like this. I feel really bad that I didn't apologise properly as well, so I'm saying sorry now. I really should have knocked. I just didn't think..."

"Okay, okay!" You interrupt, relieved that he actually seems to be handling the situation maturely and not descending to adolescent level. "Apology accepted. Can we just forget about it now... please?"

"Uh-huh..." Van nods before taking a sip from his own glass, but he's eyeing you over the rim in such a way that you know it's not the last you've heard of it.

You try for a distraction. "Shall we get a take-away? I'm starving."

That seems to have worked. Van immediately clutches his belly announcing how hungry he is and you suggest Chinese. Van places his phone on the kitchen counter and you spend a while hunched over it, perusing the menu. Then you wander into the living room with your wine, leaving Van to phone the order through.

You smile to yourself. Well... that was pretty painless. Hopefully now you can just get back to being housemates and carry on hiding the fact that you're secretly in love... hold on, no... LUST...with Van. There's no way that this is love. What made you even think that?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Van entering the room, grumbling that the restaurant are busy tonight so your food will take at least an hour.

"Well... we may as well have more wine then," he says, holding out the bottle to offer you more and you gratefully accept.

"Woah, not so much," you protest as he fills your glass so full it's practically slopping over the top. "You know how drunk I get on an empty stomach!"

"Lightweight!" He teases, setting his glass down on the coffee table and taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

To your surprise he doesn't sit facing the tele but angles his body so he's facing you, and when you glance over at him him he's got his eyes fixed on you with a grin. You look away but you can feel his eyes on you still.

"What?" You finally say. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Anxiety squirms in your gut and you take another large swallow of your wine. "Well... I'm sure you're just going to ask me anyway..."

You pretend to pick at an imaginary piece of fluff on your dress so you don't have to look at him.

"Do you... errr..." he pauses for a second before carrying on. "Do you do that... all the time?"

"Do I do what all the time?" You say, playing dumb, but you know damn well what he's talking about.

"You know... last weekend... when I caught ya..."

"Oh my god Van!" You cry. "What sort of a question is that?"

He shrugs, still grinning. "C'mon Y/N. How long have we been mates for? We can talk about anything can't we? I'm just curious... that's all."

The embarrassment is radiating off you in waves, but Van's completely unbothered. Your instinct is to tell him to mind his own business, but you don't. There's something about the thought of discussing such an intimate topic with him that's made your heart thump with excitement.

"Of course I don't do it all the time!" You giggle shyly. "Why? Do you?"

"When the mood takes me. Which is... errr... quite a lot actually!" He starts chuckling, while you shake your head. "Well? It's not like I've got anyone else to do it for me is it?"

"What are you talking about? You're not exactly short of female admirers are you? And probably male ones too! You could be shagging someone different every night if you wanted to!"

Van pushes his hair back off his face. He's still wearing a huge smile. "And why would I wanna do that? You know I don't sleep with fans. And I don't go for one night stands... not anymore."

You consider Van's words. He's right. He's certainly not the horny 22 year old he used to be who took full advantage of having girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he went when the band first started getting a following.

In fact since you've moved in with him he's not had any lovers over to stay the night at all. It was one of the things you were worried about when he'd asked you to move in with him to be honest. The thought of having to smile sweetly at a parade of loved up, freshly fucked conquests each morning whilst eating your breakfast just made you feel sick to your stomach with what you’re now realising is jealousy.

Van hasn't finished. He reaches over for his wine glass whilst he's talking. "It's funny isn't it? Back then I thought I was living the dream, but now I realise how kinda shallow I was. I guess as you get older you realise the thing about sex is it's not quantity but quality that's important."

This surprises you. You weren't expecting the conversation to take this sort of turn, you were anticipating Van teasing you mercilessly about what he caught you doing. You'd been dreading it, but the realisation hits you now that it would have been a lot easier to cope with. Hearing Van talking frankly about his love life is just making you realise how much you want to be a part of it. And it's not just the sex. You want all of him.

"Yeah well it's alright if you find someone you're compatible with I guess..."

Van drains his glass, reaching for the bottle and topping himself up. "You're so right. I mean why settle for a quick meaningless fuck with a practical stranger when you can have a real connection with someone?"

And then he looks at you. Really looks at you. You can feel yourself melting under his gaze. You want him so bad. And maybe he wants you too...

But maybe you're getting this all wrong. Maybe it's just wishful thinking and the wine and the talk of sex that's making you feel like the atmosphere in the room has changed. Your head's spinning with thoughts and you panic.

"I hope the food doesn't really take an hour! I'm starved!" You suddenly blurt out, making to rise up out of your seat, but Van darts out a hand to gently grip your arm, stilling you. He's still got that look in his eyes, a certain intensity that makes your belly flip and your heart stutter.

"I heard you," he says quietly.

"What?"

"I heard you say my name... last week. You were thinking about me weren't you? While you were..."

Oh shit! How are you supposed to get out of this one? You can't deny it.

"I... I..." you start but trail off. Your cheeks are burning and your head feels light and there's nowhere to hide.

Van takes your wine glass from you and places both his and yours on the coffee table. Then he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours, entwining them together. He has an earnest expression on his face as he speaks.

"It's okay... don't be embarrassed. I have a confession to make actually..."

He shifts in the seat, moving closer, his eyes not leaving yours. The air between you is thick with a heady kind of tension which only increases as Van speaks again.

"Since I saw you... like that... I've not been able to get it out of my mind. I think it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. All I can think of is seeing you like that again. I really wanna be the one to make you feel like that... for real..."

"I... I..." you stutter, struggling to form anything coherent, your mind fogging over with lust, imagining what might happen.

Van pulls the hand that he's holding towards him, urging you to move your body around to face him more fully and you comply. He's getting closer still, now just inches away.

"Because I reckon I could make you feel good. Really good... if you'll let me?"

He reaches forward with his other hand, gently cupping your cheek. You want to surrender to him, your body automatically responding, your breathing deepening, nerves bristling, but you find yourself holding back.

"I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... it's just... I don't wanna complicate things. I like you Van. Actually... I really like you."

You feel your cheeks warming from the unexpected confession you've just let slip, immediately fretting that you've said the wrong thing, but you don't need to worry. You feel Van's fingers brushing your cheek, his eyes simmering with desire but affection too. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that... the feeling is definitely mutual."

His gaze drops down to your lips and back up and you find yourself doing the same to his, waiting for the moment they meet, eager to taste him. But still you hesitate. "Can we... can we just... go slow?"

"We can go as slow as you like..."

You both lean in together, too hasty, teeth clashing. It's silly and awkward and you laugh breathlessly, pulling away.

"We'll try that again shall we?" Van chuckles softly and this time he takes the lead, his hand going to the back of your neck, winding through your hair, pulling you closer.

Your mouths meet and this time it's tentative and slow, your lips brushing each other's gently. You sigh into the kiss as it deepens, your tongues entwining. It's like a release, you've dreamt about this moment for so long and now it's actually happening.

Van's free hand goes to your waist and he pushes you back on to the sofa. You grasp at his hips, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you and he obliges, pressing himself on to you, his knees sliding between your legs. Just the feel of his warm body flush next to yours makes desire pool down deep inside you and you feel your hips push upwards to meet his like they have a mind of their own.

"Hmm... someone's eager," Van whispers, as he pulls away from the kiss, hovering over you.

"You have no idea," you smile back, your hands sliding between your bodies and going to the buckle of his belt, hastily unfastening it. Ideas of going slow are suddenly the last thing on your mind.

He smiles wickedly, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth as he looks down on you. "You're a fucking vision, you know that? I've been dreaming about this for so long. What I'd like to do to you..."

"Oh yeah?"

His belt's unfastened now, and you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, but you don't get far before you feel Van's hands on your wrists, gripping them gently but firmly, guiding them away, pushing them back against the chair.

"Nuh-huh, this is all about you," he says. "Told you I wanted to make you feel good didn't I?"

"But..." you start to protest, stopping when he raises a hand and presses his index finger against your lips.

"All I wanna hear from those lips is how good it feels, okay?"

"So I've just got to lie here?" You say, biting back a grin at the smirk on his face as he rises up slightly, placing a hand on either of your thighs, pushing your dress upwards until it's bunched up around your hips.

"Yeah... think you can manage that?"

You feel a little vulnerable and exposed in front of Van in such an intimate way for the first time, feeling the flush on your cheeks, the adrenaline flooding your body with excitement.

His fingers trail down your thighs slowly, tracing little patterns on your skin, and you can feel the small callouses on his finger tips. You're so sensitive to his touch your body shivers every now and again and he watches you intently, a smile playing on his lips as you gasp as he inches closer to the edge of your underwear and then moves away.

"You're a fucking tease McCann," you say, watching his smile widen, his eyes light up with mischief.

"It'll be worth the wait... trust me," he says self-assuredly.

Christ... your heart's beating double time, your breathing getting shallow. You need to feel something, your hips twitching as Van places a palm on either of your thighs, slowly pushing them even further apart. Then he dips his head down, and you feel his lips pressing against your inner leg by the knee. He plants delicate kisses all the way up one thigh, then moves to the other side, repeating his actions. Little tremors shoot through you in anticipation.

"Van..." you breathe, yearning to feel his touch where you need it.

"What's up love?" He asks teasingly, fingers trailing along the edge of your underwear. "What do you need?"

"You know damn well what I need," you whine, impatient. All you can think of is his hands. Those long fingers and how they're going to make you feel.

"Let's get rid of these then," Van says, his fingertips hooking under the waistband of your panties. 

He begins to inch them down your hips, not taking his eyes off you as he does it and there's something about this that builds the tension in such a way that it's almost unbearable. When you feel his fingertips connect with your skin, one skimming over your your sweet spot, your body reacts instantly with a shudder of pleasure.

He leans over you to kiss you again, fingers exploring the folds between your legs, repeatedly flicking over your clit. It feels better than you could ever imagine and you moan softly into his mouth, bucking your hips upwards, chasing his touch as his fingers start to stray away.

"Don't stop," you plead in between kisses.

"Mmm... I have no intention of stopping," he purrs. "Tell me... how does this feel?"

He pushes one finger slowly inside you, followed by another, stretching you out deliciously. You whimper underneath him. "Fuck that feels good..."

You words tail off into passionate sighs and you close your eyes, tipping your head back. His long, slender fingers reach parts of you that you could never hope to, and before long you're writhing on the bed as he pumps them slowly inside you, moving your hips in sync with his motions.

Suddenly his touch disappears, and your eyes flick open. He's hovering over you, eyes glazed over with lust, and you watch as he raises his hand, slipping the fingers he's been pleasuring you with between his lips.

"You taste fucking amazing," he says, licking his fingers clean.

The action simultaneously makes you blush furiously but also stokes the fire that's already burning between your legs. You're so turned on you feel like the lightest touch might make you explode.

"Don't make me wait... please!" You implore, rising up slightly, reaching for his hips, feeling desperate now.

"But I don't wanna rush this, you look too good," he whispers, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "In fact I'd say you looked good enough to eat."

Fuck... Your body's pulsing now, the heat between your legs intensifying. Van moves completely off the sofa, his fingers curling around your thighs, easing your body around so he's kneeling in between your splayed legs.

You look down to see him moving closer, and he keeps his eyes on you as he leans in, licking a slow stripe to your aching heat. Then he starts to work you with his tongue, concentrating all his efforts on the sensitive nub of nerves. Watching him pleasure you like this whilst he's looking you right in the eye is probably the single most erotic thing you've ever experienced, but you find that you can't maintain his gaze for long. The sensations are just too powerful and you can feel your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Fucking hell..." you breathe, and he hums an approval, the vibrations travelling through your core, making your body quiver.

You can feel that familiar tight knot starting low down in your belly, sure you'll peak soon, and as if on cue, Van suddenly hoists your legs up on to his shoulders to get even closer. He buries his head between your thighs, lapping relentlessly at your clit, easing two fingers inside you, curving them at a spot that has you seeing stars. You can feeling yourself unravelling at an increasing pace, hurtling towards your climax.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging it roughly at the roots, losing yourself as the first swell of your orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Then it's wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure, moans falling from your lips, your legs trembling. Van doesn't stop until the last of the shudders wrack your body.

"Oh my god," you breathe, slowing coming back down to earth as Van emerges, leaning towards you with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"That alright then?" He grins cheekily, pulling your dress back over your body to cover you up, then resting his hands across your lap.

"Bloody hell, that was... a bit better than alright!" You say, still panting slightly.

Your body feels wrung out but in the best possible way. Van kneels there looking up at you, hair dishevelled, pupils blown wide, his lips still glossy with your arousal, and you think you might have just been transported to heaven.

"I suppose I should... repay the favour," you say with the most flirtatious of grins, raising your eyebrows at him.

Van's smile mirrors yours as he rises up from the floor, taking his seat next to you on the sofa and wrapping an arm around you, drawing you into a close embrace.

"Oh I'm definitely going to hold you to that love..."

[chiapurin]

answering this in one go because i cannot sleep

1. stats

cw: 66.5kg/146.7lb (18/10)

sw: 68.3kg/150lb

hw: 78kg/172lb

lw: 52kg/114lb

2. height, do you like your height?

im 166cm/5'4 and yes because im considered taller than average in my country

3. ugw, why this number?

49kg/108lb because that's the weight of jake in miss peregrine and i want to look like him

4. biggest fear about weight loss?

gaining it all back (i've done that)

5. why do you really want to lose weight?

i looked better at a lower weight, felt better too. alsp im going to japan this december and i need to look good in my pics

6. do you ever binge? why do you think so?

yes, because i genuinely love food (im a chronic overeater, been doing that as long as i have lived). but the point that i knew i Binged instead of just overeating is when i was in my first depressive episode

7. do your parents know about your issues with food?

my mom: yes. she knows that i either restrict or overeat lmao, she also caught me pūrging

ny dad: idk to be honest. i did cry and had a break down in the car after eating crab ramen, but i think he's kinda dense and just thinks im on a diet

8. workout routine

i don't have one, rn i just try to have 1100c deficit daily. when i do have to workout, i do l1dia m3ra's 10 mins abs and m0momi's 4 mins slim leg. or i jog and walk for 45 mins

9. were negative things ever said about your weight?

hell yeah i was bullied in elementary school

10. what was the hardest thing you gave up to lose weight?

snacking at 11pm and having snacks after a huge meal

11. fav th1nspo blog, why?

don't have one, but i do like @/xiaospo on twt

12. what do you normally eat?

i've been eating air fried potatoes every other day. steamed fish, stir-fried veggies, grilled chicken, clear soup

13. safe food and why?

- sugar free fisherman's friend choco and salted caramel candy: it's 0 c4ls

- air fried potatoes, kimchi, danmuji, canned tuna, most veggies, apples, pineapples: low c4l and taste good

14. fav thinspo photo and why?

she just look so perfect, i mean look at her.. same height as me, though she's bmi 15

15. fear food, why are these scary?

noodles, i love noodles so it's very Easy for me to overeat them. a serving of local noodles is 400c+! pizza and pasta too, Way too high c4l and i can't make a low c4l version of them

16. how long have you struggle with this?

august 2022 i guess (been overeating since like. Forever)

17. are you diagnosed with an 3d?

no but i have had episodes of restricting, binge eating, vom pūrging, exercise pūrging. so maybe osfed/ednos?

18. what food is your weakness?

any food when im hungry tbh

20. what started your issue with food?

1st depressive episode where i barely leave my room and would omad vending machine snacks at 11pm, or cook up double portion chilli oil noodles.

21. have your pūrged?

yup both methods too

22. fav things about your 3d

makes me sk1nny and gives me superiority complex

23. least fav things about your 3d

can't eat whatever i want, Always c4l counting

24. do you have other mental illnesses? do you think they contribute to your 3d?

im not dxed of depression and anxiety. but basically during my 1st depressive episode, i omad because i was too scared of other people looking at me when i eat/cook. i also eat when im depressed! so i's say yeah. though lately im trying to cope with other things

25. fav motivating shows/movies

h0use md because the eps were filmed before 2010s so everyone was real sk1nny. and also miss p3regrine because of her calculation on jake's speed to reach her sanctuary

26. do you have rules for eating?

i guess so? i ALWAYS count my c4l, even when i binge (i'd guesstimate it). i also avoid fried foods and only eat them when the social situation requires me to

27. do you ever see yourself recovering?

not really. even when i reach my ugw, i still have to restrict because if not i'd overeat my way to my sw

28. what is your ed driven by?

earlier this month it was about control but now i just wanna lose weight man

29. what features do you hope to achieve?

THIGH GAP!

30. fav tip?

idk... maybe actually eating what you crave, then go for a walk

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter Summary: Jennie gets an allergic reaction to Pineapple as she teams with Hobi for BTS Now 2

Words: 2,000+

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‘BTS Now 2’

‘2 Different Trips’

‘Mission Start!’

‘Which teammates do the members want?’

“I worked with Tae Tae the last BTS Now, so it’s best to work with someone different this time. My first pick is Hobi.” Jennie announced. “Why him? Because he’s a burst of energy! Come on, who wouldn’t want to take photos with J-Hope? Seriously, he’ll make the entire experience fun. My second pick is Jin. He’s flawless and takes phenomenal photos. He’s a King. I would want him in my photos, for sure. And my third pick? Rapmon. His photos are badass. I love his swag. It’d be fun to pose with the leader of BTS.”

The next day, the members head to the Berlin Wall to take photos. The guys were in black suits, while Jen wore black pants, a white shirt and a black blazer. One of the stylists had placed a pair of glasses on her face to complete her look.

“What an adorable nerd.” She complimented herself before checking out the view of the water. “Berlin is so pretty.”

When it was her turn to shoot, she had a mug of tea with her, taking sips of it while the photographer snapped away.

Once the team results were in, the members found out who they were with and came up with team names.

Team Sunshine- Jen and J-Hope

Team Noncommittal- Jimin and Suga

Team High- Rapmon and V

Generation Gap- Jin and Jungkook

‘Mission instructions. Each team should create photo shoots with a theme. Concept: High-end fashion.’

As the members got their makeup retouched, each team met up to discuss what they wanted to do for their concept.

“What do you wanna do?” Jennie asked as Hobi decided to dance around goofily, making weird sound effects. She stared at him before jokingly saying, “Yeah, no.” and shared a laugh with him.

“Let’s do a goofy concept.” He suggested.

“Keep the Sunshine vibe.” She nodded as they thought of some poses. Once it was their turn to shoot, Hobi immediately jumped on her back, causing her to groan. “I thought I was getting on your back!”

“Hehehehe! This is fun!”

“Oh, I’m sure it is!” She sarcastically replied. As they snapped some photos, she began to spin around, causing him to panic.

“Drop him!” Jimin giggled.

“Don’t drop me!” Hobi yelped.

After a while, she set him down. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” She giggled as she watched him try to calm down. 

Other photos they shot were of them using Jen's hair as mustaches, jumping around, and happily smiling for the camera near one of the trees.

After shooting, the members took a lunch break at a pizza place.

“Is this pizza?” Jin’s eyes widened happily when he saw the large pizza stacked with various toppings such as pineapple, mushrooms, and chicken.

“FOOD!” Jennie happily said, taking a seat in front of Hobi as she sat in between Jimin and Jin.

It’s been a while since she’s had pizza.

��Everyone’s stoked at the overwhelming size of the pizza’

“Amazing. Look at this. Wow...” Hobi gushed over the food.

Grabbing a slice for her plate, Jen took a couple of bites. When she suddenly felt her lips tingle, she stopped eating and placed the pizza down. 

Watching her put her fingers on her lips, Hobi noticed her sudden change in mood.

“You, all right?” He asked with concern.

“I think so.” She answered with uncertainty and decided to take another bite that had most of the pineapple on it. This time, her mouth began to throb. “Okay, my mouth feels weird.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin turned to her as she took a sip of water to possibly stop it but to no avail.

“M-my mouth is...it’s throbbing.” She exclaimed.

“Your mouth is throbbing?”

“I’m serious, my mouth is really throbbing. I-I think I might be allergic to pineapple.”

“What??” Jimin’s stomach dropped as he watched her with worry.

Whenever her mouth met the pineapple, her mouth tingled. Seconds later, her lips and tongue began to swell up.

“Munchkin...” Hobi called out. “Your lips!”

“I think there’s something wrong.” Jin turned to the staff, pointing out that something was going on with Jennie. The rest of the members turned to her and looked in distress as they saw how swollen her lips were getting.

“Oh God, I need to hurl.” She got out of her seat and rushed to the bathroom. The female staff members immediately followed her.

“She’s going to need to go to a hospital.” The members heard Manager Sejin say as he took out his phone in a flash.

As she went into the bathroom to throw up, the staff that followed her, helped her and noticed that she was starting to develop hives.

“Jennie, you’re starting to get hives! We need to take you to a hospital.” She heard one of them say as she rolled up her sleeves to see them, looking at herself in the mirror.

“What the hell is going on!?” She started to freak out.

She felt extremely uncomfortable in her skin. She just wanted this to be over. Why did this have to happen to her? This was the first time pineapple had affected her like this and this was the first time in years since she’s had pineapple.

While Jennie was taken to the hospital to get her allergic reaction treated, the members continued with their shooting, taking individual photos. They tried to stay focused but all that was on their minds was Jennie, as they hoped that she was okay and it wasn’t serious.

Jimin and Hobi seemed to be affected the most as they tried not to look sad for the cameras around them. 

“I’m so worried. She was swelling up so badly.” Jimin frowned. He sounded like he wanted to cry.

“I know...my munchkin....” Hobi sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t as cheerful since Jennie had left.

“She’s bulletproof. She’ll stay strong. And we gotta stay strong, too. She’s going to be OK. Let’s stay positive.” Namjoon patted them on the back, giving them hope.

As filming progressed, Jungkook called out Jimin as he filmed him. “Is it your turn now?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.”

The Golden Maknae proceeded to film him taking more shots.

‘Jimin looking cute, seems to be waiting for someone under the sun’

“Who are you waiting for?” Jungkook asked.

“I’m waiting for Jennie.” He replied instantly. “I miss her. I wish she was here. I’m looking forward to her return.”

“She’ll be excited to see you. But she’ll be way more excited to see me, just so you know.”

“You wish!”

‘Miss Bangtan Is Missed Dearly’

Next, BTS heads off to Sweden. Jennie arrived in Sweden later with Manager Sejin. She was told to take it easy today. The staff wanted to be safe than sorry. Her hives had gone away and she felt much better than yesterday. She was in good spirits.

When Sejin and Jen arrived at the spot where BTS’ first shoot in Sweden was kicking off, Jungkook was the first to notice her as a huge grin came across his face. He instantly ran up to her at full speed.

As she watched him run up to her, she prepared herself, letting out a laugh once he collided with her. She stumbled back from the impact as they wrap their arms around each other.

“I missed you too, Kook.” She beamed as he held her tighter.

“Did you see how fast he ran up to her?” Yoongi let out a chuckle. 

Actions speak louder than words.

“Jennie!” Jimin, Tae and Hobi run up to her, wrapping their arms around her and Jungkook to join in the hug.

“She’s back! She’s back!” Namjoon cheered, joining the hug with Jin and Yoongi.

“H-hey, guys, don’t rough her up, she’s still recovering. She needs to take it easy!” Sejin warned. “Don’t squeeze her to death. Let her breathe.”

“Ah, I think I’ll be okay with hugs.” She reassured him after she was released.

Taehyung wasn’t done with his affection as he kept kissing her cheeks.

“Tae!” She tried to push him off, laughing at the constant feel of his soft lips all over her face, from her forehead, cheeks and nose. 

The staff and the members burst out in laughter as they watched her get drowned with his enthusiastic kisses.

“That’s what you get for worrying us,” Jin added with a laugh. “It’s all out of love.”

After his kisses, Jen had her makeup done, putting on freckles like the rest of the members, joining in for the photoshoot.

“He has been holding onto me ever since I got back.” Jennie chuckled on camera as Taehyung had his arms around her from behind, pressing his cheek against hers. His boxy grin appeared on his face as he talked about how much he missed her.

After he was forced to release her to take his individual shots, Hobi approached her with a bright smile. “I’m so happy you’re okay!”

“Thanks, Hobi. Sorry for letting you down yesterday.” She frowned.

“Hey, don’t think like that.” He grabbed a hold of her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze as he spoke seriously. “I don’t care about winning this contest. I’m with you, having fun. That’s all that matters. I’m glad you’re OK. You’re here with us and I am happy that your allergic reaction wasn’t worse.”

She smiled, grateful for how understanding he was. “Thank you.”

“Always, Munchkin. Now let’s continue to have fun and stay away from pineapple.” He kissed her forehead.

Subsequently, the members waited around for a new location to shoot because it started to get crowded where they had been shooting before. Jungkook decided to film to pass the time, checking out the scenery and the weather.

He turned around and spotted Jennie. “Jennie! How do you like Sweden?” He asked

His question made her smile. “It’s lit!”

Jimin got in the shot. “I wanna be on camera!” He grinned. “Sweden.”

“Cute outfit,” Kook commented, panning down to show off what Jimin was wearing.

“This is Sweden. At age twenty, dressed in bulletproof, I aim the gun.” Jimin started to rap goofily on camera.

“Oh Lord...” Jennie face palmed.

“Looking like a number one. We are super popular idol.” He continued.

“How do you like it here?” Jungkook asked Jimin.

“I love it. It looks so pretty. I heard Gamla Stan is a street of cafes.”

“But now there are too many people so we can’t shoot.”

“Yeah, but I think this is so nice. We had a photoshoot there and the streets were beautiful. Don’t you feel a little like a European?”

“Not at all.”

“Agreed,” Jennie added.

As it rained, Jennie, Jimin, Yoongi, and Tae sat at a table together, avoiding getting rained on, while the rest of the members sat behind them. Sitting next to Jimin, Jen rested her head against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her waist. 

He occasionally glanced at her with a smile as she rested her eyes. He was pleased to know that his great friend was OK and that she wasn’t going too hard on herself, today.

They get treated to dessert as Yoongi and Tae share one plate while the other plate is for Jen and Jimin.

Jimin scooped a small spoonful of the dessert and fed her, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes. 

“Really Jimin?” He bluntly questioned his motives while Jen lifted her head from his shoulder.

She chuckled softly at his kind gesture after enjoying the treat. “I don’t need to be fed.” She kindly insisted as Jimin removed his hand from her waist.

“But you need to take it easy. I don't want you to tire yourself out,” He reminded her. 

It was cute that he cared so much and offered to feed her.

“She doesn’t need to take it that easy.” Yoongi shook his head. “Jennie just tell him to fuck off. He’ll take a hint.”

Taehyung giggled loudly once he heard Yoongi curse while Jimin stared at him, appalled at his rude statement.

“Y-Yoongi! We are being filmed!” Jen shouted, widening her eyes.

“They can bleep it out or not show this part.” He waved her comment away. Seems like he was in his IDGAF moods, again.

“Chim, don’t listen to him. You’re just fine. Thank you for being so sweet to me.” She reassured him.

The next destination was Brazil. All the members received tans from being in the sun constantly. Jen had shot photos with the graffiti background by jumping around, doing the flower pose and having her trademark bright smile shown for the camera.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook giggled, covering his face as he watched her pose playfully.

“I’m tryna pose! What are YOU doing?” She responded, switching to another pose.

“Observing.” He answered as he continued to watch her. He decided to distract her by making derpy faces.

“Kook, stop.” She suppressed her laughter and switched to her next pose.

Determined to make her laugh, he ended up performing his signature derp dance. Once he started dancing, she burst into laughter, unable to control it. Jungkook laughed with her, elated that he made her laugh.

“Go away!” She playfully shoved him back so she can continue her shoot.

Their last destination was America. 

“AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Jennie shouted loud and proud as she walked with the members to their first shooting, with yachts, portraying Marines.

Hobi held her hand and swung it as they walked around. 

“How happy are you to be back home?” Jin asked as he walked with her and Hobi.

“AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She shouted again, causing him to laugh loudly. “But for real, watch us get kidnapped again.”

“Let’s not think about that, sweetie.” He let out a nervous laugh, thinking about American Hustle Life.

Greeting the yacht owner, they sail on the sea, while taking turns for photos. Jennie ended up photobombing some of them, as she hugged Jungkook and Jimin from behind while they were smiling for the camera, sharing earbuds.

Jennie watched the sea, as the wind blew in her hair. “This is so pretty. You should always just sit back and enjoy your surroundings.”

After their big trip was done, each team checked out their best photos, back in Korea. Yoongi and Jimin won the best photo and made the rest of the members blur out their faces for their penalty. 

BTS Now 2 became another successful event and the members looked forward to a third one.

[ciaossu-imagines]

i wanna send an ask but i don’t exactly know what to ask, so i’m going to use one of the prompts you have provided. can i request #7 for ikemen revolution? Thank you so much!! <3

No, thank you so much, my lovely anon! I so appreciate the ask and I always love the chance to write for IkeRev! And please use the prompts – that’s what they’re there for!! I hope you’ll enjoy, dear!

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you:

Which character is the most punctual

I have this headcanon that both Sirius and Lancelot are really punctual, have been for most of their lives, but that Harr really does easily lose track of time and back in school, both men were the ones to make sure that Harr didn’t get too wrapped up in something and that he made it to all his classes or appointments or such on time.

Which character is the most political

Both Kings want what is best for Cradle and its citizens. It comes with their positions and they both have strong ideas on how that should be accomplished, as far as how much sacrifice is acceptable to achieve that peace.

Which character is the most likely to want children

You can bet your sweet asses that Sirius has such a huge breeding kink. That man will rest his hands on his partner’s stomach and tell them how he can’t wait for their belly to grow all nice and round with his children before making sure it does. I think part of it is purely a sexual kink but at the same time, he’s definitely interested in making a family of his own and would love to have kids, plural, since his own upbringing included having so many brothers and sisters.

Which character likes pineapple on their pizza

Now, he’d never be so crass as to actually eat something as inelegant as pizza (in public at least and even in private, he’s totally one of those people who eat pizza with a knife and a fork), but it’s Jonah. I think he really loves pineapple in general and he’d like the mix of sweet and savory that pineapple on pizza gives.

Which character drives too fast

If Cradle had cars, I feel like Fenrir would be a speed-demon, but a responsible driver. Seth drives too fast sometimes but his real danger is that he’s such an irresponsible driver who steers with his knees while he reaches for something in the passenger seat or who would talk on his phone while driving and who gets minor road rage.

Which character is the most likely to be a smoker

I do strongly headcanon Dalim smoking cigarettes. Blanc prefers a pipe every now and again and I think Claudius smoked both cigarettes and cigars. I actually have a pretty strong headcanon that Edgar would have some issues with lovers or close friends smoking around him because the smell takes him right back to Claudius and everything about his past with his uncle.

Which character would go vegan

I feel like Blanc doesn’t eat a lot of meat and neither does Harr. Harr eats a lot of fish so he couldn’t go vegan, but I feel like Blanc probably could if he ever chose to.

Which character is a pop music fan

I think, out of the Black Army, Seth and Luka would be bubblegum pop fans, while in the Red Army, it would be Jonah and, surprisingly, Edgar who really took to pop music. Seth definitely sings along to pop music while doing his hair and skin routines.

Which character is a showoff

Both Jonah and Seth, to me, come off as men who can be quite the show-offs, given that both are very dramatic and both of them do quite like attention. Loki can also be somewhat of a show-off at times, because again – attention, please. Fenrir, meanwhile, comes off as a show-off but he really isn’t because he doesn’t do a lot of what he does for attention, but rather because it seemed fun.

Which character is the most religious/spiritual

I don’t think Cradle has the same religions as our universe does, but I do think Amon is religious, in a very cultish way, and that that could be part of what is driving him to do what he does.

Which character skips/skipped classes often

I honestly feel like, though they both tried really hard to be good students, there are times when Ray and Fenrir ended up skipping class and it was probably more frequent than it should have been. Both were just not made to be cooped up at a desk and when a better adventure presented itself, I feel like these two had to take that adventure no matter what.

Which character is the meanest

Have any of you met Oliver? Like, that boy/man has such an acerbic wit and he’s really bad at holding them in. While he is perfectly capable of feeling bad if he does end up hurting someone, he doesn’t pull punches and his words and attitude can cause a lot of people some emotional pain and offense.

Which character can’t swallow pills

I actually have a really strong headcanon that Loki, to go along with his other cat-like features, can’t swallow pills and is really bad at taking any medicine, to the point where Harr has to hide his medication in food or drink whenever Loki gets sick.

Which character takes the scenic route more often than the most direct route

I feel like both Blanc and Mousse are really bad for this. Blanc just gets lost in his thoughts easily and he just kind of idles along, thinking about this and that and taking in the pretty scenery and while he’d meant to take the most direct route, he gets a little turned around and lost and ends up almost having to loop around Cradle just to get where he’s going. Mousse, meanwhile, just likes a slow life without much pressure or stress and he wants the time to stop and smell the flowers and gaze at a really pretty tree or take a nap by a stream. The direct route just seems too impatient, almost, to him.

Which character has the most irrational fears

Ghosts, monsters, and scary stories tend to freak Fenrir the fuck out. Seriously. Does he know those things aren’t real? Does he know there’s no monster in the closet or under the bed and that haunted houses don’t come to life and gush blood from their walls? Yes, logically he knows all of this. But they feel so real whenever he hears one of those stories and he will have some nightmares about them.

Which character has the most sexual experience

I think both Blanc and Dalim have a fair amount of sexual experience, honestly. It’s hinted that Blanc is very old, much older than he looks, and that he’s a bit of a ladies’ man and I do feel like he’s had a sexual affair here and there. I also see Dalim as being a ladies’ man, but he’s more of a playboy who likes casual one-night stands.

Which character is the most fearful of commitment

So, those sexual affairs I mentioned Blanc has? They’re almost entirely with women who are of higher status and thus wouldn’t be allowed to commit to him or to women who are otherwise betrothed or even married and it’s all very hush-hush. He doesn’t want to be with women who could entangle themselves in his life, could push him for commitment because I do feel like he had commitment once, it ended up in some serious heartache for him, and he’s now very trigger-shy about any future commitment.

[selfproclaimedspotconnoisseur]

Have some random spot headcanons

-gives the best hugs

-he/they

-magic at telling stories (i think i've touched on this before? don't remember)

-modern spot has a bird

-pineapple cheeked conure

-septum piercing!!!

-he'd have platform combat boots

-drives a beat up red van that fits like, all of the brooklyn newsies

-s u p e r careful driver

-pirate hyperfixation?

-left handed

-drinks milk straight from the carton

-won't eat soggy cereal

-proud member of the 2 minute showed club

-uses 5-1 irish spring but only for four of the functions (thinks this is okay)

-old spice deodorant, the one with the wolves on it

-modern brooklyn are huge gossips

-spot takes bribes for info

-"you wanna know who lindsey is dating? 20 bucks."

-plays cribbage

-allergic to seafood

-pizza snob

-lips are always chapped no matter how much lip balm he uses. at this point doesn't bother

-does the opposite of what someone tells him to do just to spite them, even if he wanted to do the thing they said

-type of guy to investigate if he heard a noise in the dark

-eyelids twitch when he's tired

-cracks knuckles all the time

-waits for stuff to cool before eating it

-sleeps with the door open

-uses his nails when he taps his fingers

-trans spot!!

-really close with jack

-likes pirates of the caribbean but it's not his favorite (he is wrong)

-doesn't use conditioner on his hair (heathen)

-hates peppermint

-hates hot chocolate

-hair is slightly curly but he doesn't do anything with it

-waterline eyeliner

-trans tape instead of binder

-favorite movie is mean girls

-wears pink socks on wednesdays

-giggles when he laughs

-when spot does his makeup he doesn't wash it off at night and just touches it up in the morning

-doesn't have a skincare routine, still has perfect skin, this annoys everyone

-has a battle vest, if he still wears it or not is up to you

-spot will either spend four hours in the morning doing his hair or let it do whatever, no in between

-trips over everything and anything

-Spots always on his phone, the brooklyn newsies older than him will always complain that "he's always on that damn phone" and it's always dying in the middle of the day

-spot memorized the entirety of romeo and juliet mostly to tease romeo

-grey sheets

-has only one pillow but doesn't use it

-just a mattress on the floor (yes hes that kinda person)

-never reads his email

-blanket hog

-jack claims he and spot wrote my immortal, spot says they didn't. no one knows who's lying

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that's all i have for now! well, all the ones that i could remember/what i had saved in my notes. i have more i haven't written. and might add more later

@newmsies

[someprettyname]

mira!!! you opened your askbox!!!!!!! yay! now its obligatory neuk's random questions time!! (slightly more ordinary questions this time.) please answer just three questions:

what's your favorite quote?

opinion on mint chocolate, and pineapple on pizza?

if you could be a magical frog of any color, what color would you choose?

would you rather be lactose intolerant or have gluten allergies?

if you can only listen to 5 voices for the rest of your life, whose voices would you choose?

how many languages can you speak?

what's your favorite thing about yourself?

what's a weird food combination that you really like?

what's your second favorite book, ever?

anyways, i love you (the very specific love for friends from the internet)!! i hope that all your socks have a pair when you take them out of the washer, and that the traffic lights turn green when you approach!

- @potatothatsoften

OMG IRIIIIIII!!!! I LOVE YOUR QUESTIONS HAHAHH *chef kiss*

LETS ANSWER THESE OVER SOME COOKIES!!!

I actually have soooooo many quotes that i absolutely LOVE which is why I'm going going to take some liberty and write down the top 2 quotes I'm trying to live by as of now!!!

>>> "If you want something real bad, the whole universe conspires to bring it to you."

>>> "अहम् ब्रम्हास्मि|" [ translation : I am everything. I am the supreme.] [THIS QUOTE OH MY GOD I CAN YAP ABOUT IT ALL DAY!!!! It has so much depth, istg. I still don't understand it completely but WE WILL GET THERE ONE DAY YUH. SANSKRIT QUOTES ARE JUST OUGH 💘 on my knees.]

2. I have not tried it yet, unfortunately. One thing for sure though, you'll never find me yuck someone's yum regardless of whether I like it :]

3. Purple, because it's such a royal colour and a golden aura surrounding it would be super COOL RAHHH 🐸💜🦅

4. 😭

Oh dear. Why is this such a painful question 😭

Thankfully I'm neither of these, but if I had to choose I'd choose gluten allergies. My very not addicted sweet tooth self can NOT imagine surviving without my diary products.

....😭

5. My voice, narrator of audiobook of bhagwad Geeta (it's my manual to living HELP), instruments, (yeah, I'm cheating in here and clubbing alllll of it in one :P) natural sounds (birds chirping, water falling down the fountain, fire crackling, etc), fifth one I'd have to consider carefully.

[ on a second thought, did I answer this completely wrong? It said voices, i should've picked humans probably. My brain just converted that to "sounds" OUGH 😭]

6. Primarily two - english and hindi. I do understand a few other regional languages but it's not enough for me to consider my knowledge in it complete so they ain't making to the list.

7. There goes my cliche answer - resilience. God, the things I've endured? It's a side of myself that I ALWAYS look at with star in my eyes. Ha!

8. God. You don't ask ME that. You do NOT understand the magnitude of atrocities I've commited...or so they say 😭

GURL. I don't even remember all of it. I just mix whatever and eat because WHY NOT. Vanilla softie with ketchup. Pizza with chocolate milkshake. Choco chips with mayonnaise. Need I go on? These are the tamer ones anyways. None of these taste too bad.

Okay but the ones i actually like are all Indian cuisines, you might wanna Google them. Anyways, some of my favourite combos are :

>> Aloo Paratha stuffed with potatoes + cheese with Schezwan sauce. Perfection.

>> Khichdi + mixed fruit jam

>> tandoori roti + raindrop soup

>> milk bread + mushroom soup [with some butter in the soup ooooooo]

9. Oh gosh. This just reminded me i haven't been able to read as much as I'd like to, which is why this is prone to a lot of changes in the future. For now it is six of crows.

@potatothatsoftens :D

Your turn now! Go ahead and answer the same, don't be shy :333

[saursoob]

traitor- NINE: really pretty

synopsis: you and yeonjun were best friends for most of your life’s but he’d recently gotten into a toxic relationship with someone you’ve never liked, he knew that and still decided to be with her. though you’d never thought he’d go to the extent of cutting you off because of her. much less expect that years later he’d make his way back into your life.

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fuck. thats what you thought, choi yeonjun hasn’t been in your apartment in what? 4 years? hes drunk and heavy, i mean seriously it took at least more than 40 minutes to drag him here. well there’s certainly nothing you can do now, so here he sits in your living room completely wasted. blabbering about something you can’t interpret. “yeonjun are you hungry?”

he shakes his head slowly, “m-m no” sighing you walk over from the kitchen to sit next to him. “yeonjun you have two options” you say putting your index finger in the air. “one, being to eat or-” putting your middle finger up, “two, go throw up all that alcohol in you.” you get up, clapping your hands together, “so what it’d be?”

he lifts his head to look at you, “y/nnnn i really don’t wanna do that”

downturned eyes glistening with the dim living room light and an apparent pout on his lips thats making you giggle. he smiles and rubs his eyes to look at you a bit more clearly. “hey~ why are you laughing?”

he looks really pretty.

“nothing, you have to eat. come on” you help him get up from the couch, leading him to your kitchen and sitting him down on one of the island stools. “now me, a master chef will make you anything you want.” you take a bow but cant stop yourself from laughing, “at your service”

he laughs, “you know, you’re really cool y/n. i messed up a-and i’ve missed you… i-m sorry..” mid apology his voice started shaking and you could see tears forming in his eyes.

you rushed to comfort him, “hey, hey, no don’t cry. i was hurt before yes but im better and im glad we’re together again. i’ve missed you a whole lot too yeonjun”

he looks up with more tears though not of sadness this time. “r-really?”

“of course jun”

you spoke softly with a smile. if only you knew how pretty you looked right now. he always thought that, not only in looks but truly just pretty. if he had to explain this it would probably be it’s your manner and the way you talk so confidently. it’s nothing like four years ago.. you’ve changed, a good change.

“now, what do you want to eat?”

“mmm pizza” yeonjun said with a big cute smile like you could easily just wip up a pizza. letting out a laugh you say, “i know said i was a chef but thats not on the menu, i can order it?” he nods like an excited little kid, “yes please”

twenty minutes pass when the pizza delivery arrives, you tip the delivery man and bring the pizza over to the kitchen. “i know you’re not a fan of pineapple pizza but i got half of that for me” he looks up at you in disgust. ”thats gross” you click your tongue, opening the box to hand him one of his slices “just eat the pizza”

he smiles before taking a bite, “thank you, for taking care of me.”

-

you left to the bathroom for a moment and come back to see yeonjun’s upper body on the marble island and his head resting down on his arms. “you awake?” you ask but no response.

sighing you gently get him up and into your room, plopping him down onto your bed. “you’re lucky you have such a good friend like me” you whisper while fixing the sheets on top of him.

once you’re done tucking him in you smile and wish him goodnight, turning to leave the room- “y/n, stay for a bit please.” he mumbles. your eyes widen at his speech angrily whispering, “you scared me, i thought you were asleep”

he lowly chuckles, “please stay”

you walk back over to sit down on the floor, resting your head down on the bed. “okay, just for a while” yeonjun nods before slowly drifting of to sleep.

never you’d imagined something like this. him in your room and looking at him while he’s peaceful asleep. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t admiring him, looking at his features and reminiscing about old memories you have in this apartment. him helping you move in and hosting the best house warming party. the next day having to drop him off at his dorm because of how drunk he got. always such a lightweight. still, it saddens you to think about how your relationship ended. thinking how stupid it was. if it were to happen now instead of then you wouldn’t have given up on him that easily. you still blame yourself for that. “giving up” though you didn’t really, it feels like you did.

moments pass and you begin getting up from the floor wishing him a goodnight once again as you close the bedroom door, making your way to the couch for the night.

-

morning comes and hungover yeonjun is awakening and- shit he had a massive headache. where was he?

dark green sheets..?

he slowly sits up and begins to recall last nights events and where he currently was.

holy shit y/n. is she awake? do i check?

he gets up fully and slightly opens the bedroom door to see you asleep on the couch.

thank god she’s asleep, do i leave and not come back? fuck, no im not an complete asshole.

yeonjun sits back down on the bed contemplating what he should do in this situation, completely embarrassed of his actions from last night.

oh god… did i really cry? whatever, im starving. OH! i could make breakfast? no im not that great at cooking, ill just go buy something.

she has sticky notes on her desk.. that should work right?

yeonjun quickly gets his things, puts on his shoes and opens the apartment door to leave. shoot can’t forget this before sticking the note to the fridge.

note: i went out to get us breakfast! don’t think i left lol - junnie

-

waking up you go to knock on your bedroom door, “yeonjun you awake?” no reply.. why am i knocking? its my room..? “im going in okay?” you slowly open the door to see messy sheets and yeonjun no where to be found.

what the fuck??? did he leave??

you leave the room and start pacing the living room thinking of possible reasons as to why he left.

what if he thought it was weird and left? or maybe he doesn’t remember anything and thought we… oh my-

turning around you notice yellow square on your fridge, a sticky note? that definitely wasn’t there.. you read the note and you’re smiling, why are you smiling? so he left to get you breakfast..? cute

*ding*

you get your phone from the couch to look at its recent notification, smiling once again seeing it’s from yeonjun.

yeonjun: idk if you’re up but im bringing muffins, ik banana nut is your favorite :)

y/n: ahh you know me well! ill be waiting 🫶🏻

MWHAHAHAHAH finally a written ep!! i dont feel especially confident in my writing so my apologies if this is not great !

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[spidercookie18]

I'm having a crisis. And im going to talk about wanting to die.

Know first that no matter how scary this post may be, I've moved past seriously attempting to unalive. I promise I have a support group, and this is not anything like that.

It is 5 a.m. when I started writing this. I woke up crying, and now im worried I'm gonna be having an existential crisis for the next few days til I can get my head on straight.

I. Am.... turning 24 in less than 3 months. And I am freaking the fuck out about it. I woke up with my ears ringing in pain, my joints aching, and my stomach and head killing me. Yes, I did it to myself, but that's not the point.

I realized, now that I am going to be.... living past my 'expiration date', that I have to live inside this body. And to live inside this body is painful.

Now that my life plans don't stop at 24, I don't know what to do.

For the longest time, it was: who cares if - - - -, I'll be dead at 24.

And now, that's not the case.

Now, I have people in my life who love me, and that would not survive hearing I died. I've never had that before, and I've never had people to live for before. It's terrifying.

This is both the best and the worst feeling in the world... to know that I get to live for them and that I'm not allowed to die.

Now that my plans include growing old, which is such a WEIRD fucking thought for me. I mean fuck, I've tried to die and begged for death for so many years. I can still feel the pain of my kidneys shutting down, and now I take daily vitamins to stay 'healthy'????

FUCK

No one ever talks about how FUCKING ODD life is after ';'

They just tell you.... fuck, they don't tell you. People have always avoided talking about this. They just talk about how 'greateful they are to be alive' and all the bullshit about how great life is!

And it is, but it's also, it is terrifying. I go to work and talk and smile to people in passing glances. I have a regular, schmegular life, and in the back of my mind when having a conversation about something so insignificant like "do you like pineapple on your pizza?" While I'm thinking about how I thought about walking into traffic that morning.

YES I DO LIKE PINEAPPLE ON MY PIZZA, AND I CAN EAT WHAT THE FUCK EVER I WANT NOW BECAUSE ME AND MY BODY DESERVE GOOD THINGS!

...I'm looking at all the scars on my body and... idk man, I don't hate them anymore, but I wish I had been kinder to myself. When I think about making new ones I just have some water and a granola bar instead.

Such a stupid fucking internal dialog too 'hey you wanna do something bad to your body?' "Nah, lets have a snack instead" lmao

And 90% of the time, it actually works!

I love my support group, and I know I stress them out. I never thought I'd be the kind of person to say they were loved. I mean, my friends are flying into town for my "congrats on beating your record for consecutive days alive" birthday party 😂 and ik its gonna make a lot of people uncomfortable, but its not for them. I like living for me.

Anyways... Now that my plans include growing old, I have to take care of my body. And I'm so fucking excited to grow old that I can't even express it in words. I get to live and watch my friends live. I can have a family and make it as big as I want, fill it with all the love and kindness the world never showed me. I want that. And I am so excited to experience the days as they come. I'm ready to be the kindness for others that no one was for me.

I still think about it all the time. And sometimes, it's really hard to push those thoughts away. Some days, it still feels like I'm drowning. Some days, I think how easy it'd have been if the thoughts had won.

And other days, I get to smile at strangers, or have a yummy drink, or feel the warm Sun on my skin in the cool autumn breeze, or eat sushi, or gossip with someone that loves me. Hell, even getting to write the damn stupid vampire fanfics is a good day for living, lol.

I am so excited to help other people live, too...

But also, fuck. Now I have to take care of myself??? It's not just "dang, i got tenitus?" *shrugs in suicide*

GAH

But also, yay. Lol.

Life is so fucking weird man. But it's good to be alive. 🩷

[alliah899]

Getting to know me

Hi there! I guess you already know my name so might as well I will only share to you about some things in me that you didn't know about. I'm 23 years old living in the Philippines. I am an ambivert type of person which means that I can get along either ways of being an introvert and being an extrovert depending on my mood. There are some days that I enjoy solitude, it may be in my room watching netflix or eating alone in a cute cafe or just simply walking by at the park. During my mood of being an extrovert, I also enjoy being with my friends having brunch on Tuesdays or having a party on a Friday night, getting along with a lot of common friends on a special occasions. I can easily switch up personalities depending on my mood. When it comes to my lifestyle, I am the type of person whose very fond of being physically active. I love going at the gym, running on the roads and making adventures through hiking, mountaineering and traveling anywhere. More often times I can see myself climbing at the mountains or some days I'm at the beach just giving myself a pleasure time. And if you would ask about my music taste I can also get along with mix genres you name it rock, pop, rnb or hip-hop and if you wanna know how much I love music, I couldn't live without it it's my main partner in life whatever I do and wherever I go music is always with me even tho I'm not good at singing but that doesn't count as a music lover right? Oh well, talking a lot really makes me hungry. You agree with that? what's your favourite food? mine is burger with cheese and lettuce but no tomatoes and I also love pizza with lots of pineapples and mozzarella cheese. That's it I guess you know much about me now. Ciao!

[elzdaizy]

It All Started With Pizza

Eddie Munson -  One Shot 

Summary: It’s 1988 and Eddie is in his first year of college. You can’t really stand him but he’s been picked as your partner for a project so you’ve both been spending a lot of time together the past month to work on your project. Study sessions have somehow turned into movie nights and suddenly you start to forget why you dislike him so much. 

Warnings: 18+, Sexual themes, body image insecurities, swearing. 

Note: This is a super long one, so get your popcorn, grab a drink and brace yourselves. Enjoy :) I also really appreciate feedback! Comments and re-blogs are cherished dearly! 

“Okay - No, stop stop. I can’t watch this anymore. What are you doing?” Eddie asks from his spot next to you, where he’s sat closer than he needs to be.

He’s glancing from your naked pizza slice, then to your face with an incredulous expression.

You look to your pizza slice and back to him. “Knitting a sweater, what does it look like I’m doing?”

He rolls his eyes, wiping some sauce from the corner of his mouth away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it. “Smart ass. Look, I was able to look past the pineapple on pizza thing - you psycho, but I can’t sit here and watch you eat the topping and then the base like some lunatic.”

You just give him a blank stare so he continues his rant, “it’s like watching someone take a bite out of the middle of a burrito, or taking a bite out of a whole Kit Kat instead of breaking it apart - were you raised by savages?”

This seems to really be bothering him and you find it fantastic.

You watch his face as you turn your empty pizza slice around, bringing it to your mouth as you take a bite out of the crust first and watch him look like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.

“Some people just wanna watch the world burn, Eddie.” You shrug, fighting the urge to cackle at his mouth hung open with wide eye mortified eyes.

“You’re gonna eat the rest of your pizza like that now, aren’t you?” He looks disgusted by the thought and you love it.

“Absolutely.” You agree without missing a beat and turn your face away to watch the tv again, ignoring Eddie who’s staring at you while you continue to bastardise the simple act of eating pizza.

You continue to watch the movie whilst Eddie sits his pizza box on the coffee table before asking if you were finished with yours; to which you nodded and he placed the box from your lap and onto the table.

As you continue to watch the movie, you realise you much preferred it when you were eating, having something to distract yourself and stop you from fidgeting with your hands, because now they’re just fidgeting in your lap which isn’t being helped by Eddie’s periodic stares at you.

“You’ve got an interesting way of watching movies..” You dig at him with a dry tone, when his eyes are focused on the side of your head instead of the tv.

“You’ve got an interesting way of eating pizza - we’ve all got our quirks.” He throws back, refusing to look away and you want to squirm on the spot with how anxious it’s making you.

“Watch the movie, weirdo.” You huff, barely able to pay attention to what you’re watching on the screen; wanting to bite your tongue off when you accidentally glance at him and your eyes go to his mouth before snapping away.

“Far more interested in what I’m watching right now actually.” He says with a tilt of his head, and you close your eyes with a drawn out frustrated sigh.

He leans closer, barely keeping an inch between the side of your face and his nose, you feel his breath against your cheek. You just keep your eyes firmly planted on the screen and dig your nails into the palms of your hands to soothe the way your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

“You okay (y/n)? Something you want?” He asks with a suggestive amused drawl that makes you clamp your teeth down on the inside of your cheek.

“I want you to watch the movie.” You blurt out with your voice hitching in your throat, which only makes him smile and look even more pleased with himself.

He hums a disbelieving “mm-hmm.” But leans back; facing the tv again. You fight to nearly throw yourself off the couch when he shifts to lay down all of a sudden.

He throws his feet up over the arm of the couch, laying his back to the pillow, his head on your lap; lacing his fingers together to rest on his chest as he watches the tv with a casual expression.

“Um, what are you doing?” You ask, hovering your hands above him with no idea where to put them, while he tries to hide his lips twitching up at the corners.

“Watching the movie like you told me to do.”

You don’t know what to say, or what to do with your hands so you just stay rigid; swallowing down the dry feeling in your mouth as you opt to rest your arms along the back of the couch to avoid touching him, which only makes him grin.

The rest of the movie was like being in hell, you couldn’t even concentrate on it. 

There’s a moment when you swear on purpose, Eddie moves one hand down to pull up the hem of his shirt over over his stomach; acting like he had an itch he needed to scratch but then just left his hand on his exposed soft stomach and carved hips that his pants had shifted dangerously low on. 

He rested his other arm hung above his head, the top of his arm rested against your thigh while his hand rested against the couch and his fingers made a habit of grazing against the side of my bare thigh occasionally. 

By the time the movie was over your stomach was in that many knots, you swore it was practicing to be a sailor and your muscles ached in your body from how tense you’ve been that whole time. 

Eddie acted completely oblivious to your distress, moving up off the couch and asking how he should go about putting some music on and when you explained how to; you gave him another suspicious look when he put The Smiths on from your tape collection to play into your stereo speakers. 

He returns to the couch to sit next to you, raising a brow and pointing a finger in your face. “Don’t act like you’re the only one with ‘good’ music taste.”

You roll your eyes, but Eddie just looks over your figure, “You seem tense.” 

It reminds you of the night you two played pool at the Bar last week, and your heart thumps at the memory of him leaning over you and pressing his body against you. 

You don’t say anything, too distracted from the memory and Eddie grabs your attention by grasping your hand, “I want to try somethin’, loosen you up a bit.” 

You look at him with panic flashing across your face, which makes him clarify what he means straight away, “I just meant give you a head massage -I’m really good at them.” 

You shake your head, leaning back, “Oh no, I’m good. I don’t like massages or people touching me. It’s torture, not relaxing for me at all.” 

It’s true. You hate physical contact for the most part, you’ve never understood how people got massages or things like pedicures as a form of relaxation because to you, a stranger touching you is the worst thing you can possibly think of. You’d literally pay someone to not touch you. 

He pulls his lips to the side with a disbelieving look, and tugs at your hand again, “If you really don’t want me to touch you, i wont - but i’d like if you gave me a chance, I might surprise you.” 

You press your lips together in a flat line when he gives you the most pathetic begging puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Oh for fuck sake, you think. “Fine. But i’m telling you, I’m going to hate it.” 

His solemn expression turns into a bright smile, and he gestures between his legs spread apart where he is sitting, “Just say the word and I stop whenever you want - come on, sit on the floor between my legs.” 

You roll your eyes again, “Bet you’re gonna love that, getting me on the floor between your legs.” You sigh, pulling yourself forward up off the couch and moving to sit on the ground between his legs with your shoulders against the back of the couch and his knees either side of your head. 

“Doesn’t do much for me unless you’re on your knees, sweetheart.” He jabs back, and for some reason it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s like you’re just becoming accustomed to his crass sense of humour. 

At least, you though he was joking, right? 

“It could be a cold day in hell before that happens.” You quip and hear his laugh under his breath as he starts to run his fingers through the top of your hair to pul it back away from your face. 

“Oh I dunno,” He grins, shifting forward on the couch so his thighs are either side of your shoulders; how he manages to spread his legs in those jeans, you’ll never know. “If you knew the shit I’ve seen - miracles happen every day.” 

“In your dreams.” You scoff, feeling your muscles constrict when his long fingers slide into your hair up from the base of your neck. 

You’re fighting your natural instinct to recoil away, and panic over someone being so close. You don’t know how this is anxiety is ever meant to feel good. 

You still don’t rightfully know why you’re even letting him do this. 

...You know the answer is buried deep down, you’re not stupid but you’re refusing to acknowledge it because it will tumble you off a cliff that you’re not ready to go down. It’s better to keep those doors closed in your mind, you’re just humouring him. 

Eddie stays silent, as his fingers begin to work against your scalp; massaging his fingers in slow motions as he moves up your head. You’re shocked by the feeling, it’s like you had strings pulled taught on every limb in your body that have just been cut and your body slumps; and the more his long fingers work it starts sending waves of tingles radiating down your spine. 

Goosebumps prickle over your skin, and your head lulls back while your eyes close. “Just relax.” He coos, keeping his voice soothing and you think to yourself, this doesn’t feel terrible at all. 

“How about we share some secrets?” Eddie asks, and even though your eyes are closed you can feel his eyes fixed on you as your head slumps further back. 

You feel like a limp doll, like all of the tension in your body is melting away and to be perfectly honest you’ve never really had that. You’ve always been wound up too tight to let it happen, let alone have anyone do this. 

You’re always tensing some part of your body every second; whether it’s subconsciously clenching your teeth or jaw, tensing your shoulders or clenching your fists, you’re always on edge. Even in your sleep. 

“Okay” You agree, feeling far too compliant at the moment with these warm waves washing through your body as his fingers somehow unravel every bit of tight pressure in your body. 

“That was easy.” Eddie points out in surprise, but doesn’t hesitate to take up the opportunity to ask the first question. “When was your last relationship?” He asks, smoothing his fingers up from the base of your neck. 

You swallow, wetting your lips. “three years ago.” 

You wish you could go back to who you were before you met your ex, he damaged you almost beyond repair. 

Eddie gives you an acknowledging hum and you decide to start your own prying, “What about you?” 

“I was with someone for two years, ended five months ago - is this ex the reason why you haven’t been with anyone else?” 

You let out a long sigh but it’s not an anxious one, its almost a pleasured one from the feelings flickering around your body over how nice this feels. 

You’re barely even paying attention to what you’re talking about. 

“Partly, but not entirely.” You drag out, relaxing your head back further as Eddie keeps his fingers laced in your hair and moves them to massage the side of your head. “Do you miss your ex?” 

Again his answer is simple and fast, but he doesn’t even sound like he’s concentrating on what he’s saying as his own voice becomes slow “I don’t. Don’t you miss it though? Someone making you feel good?” 

“Can’t miss what you’re never had.” You reply under your breath without though, feeling your breathing shallow and you could literally moan at how incredible this feels. 

It’s the truth though, it’s a large part about why you’re so complacent about sex. Sure it feels okay but if you’re being totally honest, you don’t think you’ve ever loved a single hand that’s touched you. It’s never been about you enjoying it, it was always about you being enjoyable for the other person. 

It was never about you or how you felt, it was always about them. Your pleasure only mattered if it benefit them but for the most part they wanted you to inflate their ego, not actually make you feel good. 

You could’ve won an oscar with some of your performances. 

Eddie’s fingers pause in your hair and it makes you slowly blink your groggy eyes open, jumping when you see his face much closer to yours that you expected. 

His pupils are blown out, with his lips hooding his eyes but his brows are pinched together as he darts his gaze over your face. 

There’s several mixed emotions mixing together over his face that are confusing you; there’s sadness, irritation and to be honest you don’t know if hungry is an emotion, but he looks that too. 

Eddie’s fingers slip from your hair as he slides his hands to hold either side of your face, and he leans closer flicking between your eyes. 

It’s getting harder to breathe, it feels like everything else in the room has evaporated - you can’t even hear the music. 

His tongue darts out to dampen his lower lip, and his voice is soft but low as he speaks. 

“I could show you, you know... I could make you feel good... if you let me.” 

Your chest tightens at the same time your stomach jolts when he dips his head down to lean close enough that his nose nudges your chin. “Can’t stop thinking about it to be honest.” He murmurs, hovering his mouth over yours but not going further. 

His long fingers are around the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up more till there’s barely a hairs width between your mouths and you can almost feel his lips touch yours as he speaks. 

You don’t think your heart knows whether to give up or beat a hundred mile an hour, it feels like it’s trying to do both and your breathing is so shallow you barely feel it. 

Eddie takes the fact that you haven’t smacked his or yanked yourself away from him as a positive sign, because he nudges your lower lip with his own before murmuring “Dyin’ to kiss you - but that’s up to you... Do you want to kiss me?” 

Both sides of your brain are screaming at each other while your skin heats over your whole body, and you can barely make out what the war in your head is arguing about. 

Eddie sighs, slipping his tongue out to ghost against your lower lip and every organ you have clenches while you ball your hands into fists. “Go on (y/n), do what you want...” he dares in a low whisper. 

It’s a split second before I’m sucking in a breath and closing the fraction of a distance between the both of you, pressing your lips against his; feeling completely out of your mind. 

As soon as the pressure of your lips touching his happens, Eddie takes a firmer hold on your jaw; drawing in a sharp breath through his nose before he starts to mould his mouth against your own. 

Everything feels like it goes from this frozen tense moment, like cracks slowly splintering in glass until the pressure gets too much and it shatters. 

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, then his mouth is being torn from yours while he grabs under your arms to pull your up to your knees; turning you and tugging you up until you’re crawling onto him, but the second you’re facing him again his lips are connecting with yours as you struggle to keep up. 

You’re not even thinking, your body is just doing whatever the fuck it feels like apparently. It’s almost like you’ve blacked out, your mind going blank and all you can do is feel. 

He keeps pulling you towards him until your knees end up either side of his hips; panting out low moans into the kiss that just become more intense the second he taunts your lips with his tongue and you welcome it with your own. 

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, boiling your insides along with it while you have your damn reality shattered and his hands roam around your body like he can’t decide where to put them. 

He breaks his lips away, only to nip and kiss at your lower lip between his words “Tell me what you like.” He takes your lip between his teeth, to give it a gentle tug before releasing it and teases his tongue over it, “I’ll do whatever you like - tell me.” 

Eddie waits for your answer but insecurity cripples you because you don’t know what to say to that, because well, you don’t know the answer. 

You’ve had plenty of sexual experience but it’s never been about what you liked, you’ve never even thought about it. 

Eddie pulls back at your hesitation and his brows crease, “Don’t be shy, you can tell me.” 

“I, uh...” You clear your throat, feeling flustered, “I can’t tell you because... I don’t exactly know.” 

His brows scrunch even further in confusion and you shrug your shoulders “No one’s ever asked me that before.” 

His expression falls with a sigh as he presses his lips into an annoyed flat line “We need to have a serious talk about the kind of assholes that you’ve been with - but we can do that later.” He taps his fingers on your thigh as an indicator for you to get up. “C’mon, hop up.” 

You give him a confused look, with your stomach dropping as you stand; thinking that the fact you told him this has made him change his mind and not want to touch you. 

But he stands when you do, grasping your hand and starts walking you both towards your bedroom; looking at you over his shoulder and notices the insecurity on your face when he matches with a soft but determined look. “You don’t know what you like, and we are gonna do something about it. I’m gonna help you figure it out.” 

Your eyes widen at how matter of fact he sounds, but he stops just as you reach your door and you hear wheezing and trotting footsteps behind you. 

Eddie looks behind you to see your dog following, then looks to your face cocking his brow. “I know you love that dog - but he can’t watch, doubt he’s gonna wanna see what I’m gonna do to you.” 

You give him a flat look that makes him bite on his lip with a cheeky grin, a look that makes you want to kiss him again instead of slapping him, like it used to. 

You look at your dog and point to the couch, ‘Sorry, couch tonight - I’ll make it up to you I promise - go on, off you go.”  

Your dog huffs and whines before turning and hanging his head; walking away with slow sad steps and you immediately feel terrible.

Eddie noticed the guilty look on your face, and pulls on your hand; tugging you into the room and shutting the door behind him before you can protest.

As soon as the door click shuts his hands are grabbing your face; crashing his lips into yours to kiss you so hard that you would’ve fallen over if his hands didn’t immediately let go of your face and grab behind your thighs instead; hoisting you up until your legs wrap around his waist and you squeak in shock at the action.

He walks you both towards the bed, stumbling while he tries to blindly find his way and you’re surprised that you both made it without him tripping and eating shit, hitting the ground when he turns and falls on the bed.

You throw your hands out to hit the bed as he does this, to stop yourself from nearly head butting him; but his mouth continues to attack yours while he moves your legs either side of his hips and grabs the hem of his shirt; tugging it up and only breaking the kiss to tear it up over his arms and head before he’s tossing it and latching his mouth onto yours again.

Both of your chests are heaving while the air in the room feels like it shoots to a thousand degrees, and Eddie grabs your hands to place them on his bare warm chest before his own hands explore over your torso in greedy, frantic touches.

His hips roll up from underneath you, grinding his centre against yours with a whine in the back of his throat and you’d snap your legs together at the sound, if you could.

His fingers grab the hem of your shirt as he starts to tug it up but then pauses, “is it okay? Can I take this off?” He checks, his words muffled against your lips.

You’re nodding before you can stop yourself, mumbling and agreeing “mhmm.” Against his lips; and next thing you know the material is being pulled up and torn off you, thrown aimlessly and his hands go back to exploring all of the new exposed skin that they can. His hands feel like they’re scorching every inch of skin they go over. Your head is spinning faster than a thrill ride at a funfair.

His lips kiss down your throat where he latches onto it, sucking the spot above your collarbone with his ragged breathing hitting your skin; making you whimper as he sucks and laps at the spot while his palms smooth up your back and his fingers stop at the back of your clasped bra.

“Can I undo this?” He rasps, snapping the band of the back of your bra against your skin.

“Yes.”

You feel like you’ve been possessed because you didn’t even recognise your voice before it answered.

He swallows as he continues to pant, dragging his warm slick tongue up your neck to your jaw as his fingers undo the clasp with impressive ease.

The material of your bra starts to slip from your body; and you gasp in surprise when his hands go to your shoulders, grabbing you and flipping you both quicker than a crack whip and he’s hovering over you.

He pauses looking down at you with his face flushed and unruly hair draped around his face, glancing to your bra laying loose over your chest and he takes hold of it; not taking his eyes away while he slips it down your arms and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

As soon as he drops your bra next to you both on the bed, your instinct is to cover your chest; looking away from him and cursing yourself in your head that you’re so ashamed.

You don’t know how to feel comfortable or proud of your body and the confidence Eddie has is something you envy, you can’t even look at yourself naked in the mirror.

“Don’t you dare.” Eddie scolds out of breath, grasping your arms to pull them away. “Don’t hide yourself.”

You close your eyes when he removes your arms from in front of you; wishing it made you invisible because you could curl up in a ball with how self conscious you feel.

“Fuck…” he cusses under his breath and you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. “Look at me, honey.”

You keep your eyes closed and his voice gets more stern. “Look. At. Me.”

You force your eyes open, sucking all the air into your lungs the second you see the look on his face; it’s enough to make you want to shrink back into the bed as he stares at you under his brows.

He licks his lips, placing his palms against your stomach and you try not to cringe.

You often wonder what sex would be like not caring about your body, not spending the whole time wondering if the other person is disgusted by you or not.

“I don’t know what the hell you think is wrong with your body… because I can’t for the fucking life of me figure out a single problem with what I’m looking at right now.” He says, slipping his palms higher. “But I’m not you. I don’t see what you do - but we’re gonna work on that too… Because wanting to hide this,” his fingers knead and grope at the skin as they go higher, and he gestures his face down referring to your bare torso, “hiding this is just unacceptable.”

You swallow the harsh tightening in your throat, a mix of your own personal discomfort from feeling so exposed and the tension from his humid hands sliding up your skin.

He leans down, keeping his eyes on your face; kissing between your sternum and then drags his lips up over your left breast with his breath heating on your skin. “If I had it my way you’d never wear clothes again - I’m hooked now.”

You don’t know how something that was meant to be a compliment also sounded like a warning, but all you can do is watch helplessly as his mouth tastes and teases all over your chest.

You think you’re about to hyperventilate, you’ve never had something or someone be so intense.

To be fair, usually the sex would be over by now from your past experiences. Very in and out, over and done with. But he seems like he’s in absolutely no rush at all.

He pulls away just after he kitten licks at your nipple making your back arch up, and crawls off of you to stand at the edge of the bed; keeping his starving eyes on you as they dart all over your body like they can’t decide where to stay and he starts to undo his jeans, tugging them down once they’re open.

He lets out a relieved groan, once they’re down past his hips, which you’re assuming is from the lack of restriction he has now and you try not to look while he shuffles them down his legs to kick them off but the hard bulge, begging to get out of his briefs is hard to miss.

He brings his fingers up to push his hair away from his face and sighs, looking like he’s in pain, “You’re making it real fuckin’ difficult to have self control right now, (y/n).”

You just stare at him with your brows twitching together thinking, how? You haven’t done anything?

You chew on your lip, not sure what you should say while your chest rises and falls in slow but harsh breaths.

Eddie rubs his hands over his face, groaning a strained ‘fuck’ into his hands, before dropping them and stepping forward to hook his fingers under the material of your shorts; flicking his intense eyes up to yours. “Can I take these off? I want you to get under the covers after I do - if it’s okay?”

You give him a shy nod and he gives you a warning look. “You’ve got a voice, use it.”

“It’s okay.” You blurt under your breath, your ovaries feeling like they’re strangling themselves over the stern demanding tone of his voice.

His mood flips again as he smiles, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth - which looks far too adorable of an expression to have while he’s getting you naked and starts pulling your shorts down along with your underwear, but keeps his eyes on your face.

You hold your breath when he slips them off your legs and drops them to the floor next to the bed, gesturing his chin towards the pillows. “Under the covers.”

You will your body to move, shuffling up the bed as he watches your face and once you tug the covers back and climb under he moves to follow you.

“You’re leaving those on?” You question, glancing to his briefs and have no idea where you even got the guts to ask that.

Intimate moments are when you’re most insecure and not even your wit can save you.

He slides into the bed next to you, nudging you to lay on your back then urges you to roll on your side with your back facing him. “Trust me, much better for my self control if I leave these on this time.”

This time? You think. So he’s already on the next time assumption thing.

You scrunch your face up in confusion but then jolt when he scoots up behind you; wrapping his arm around your waist and slotting your shoulders flush against his firm chest that radiates heat through your body.

He rests his mouth near your ear and starts to trace patterns over your abdomen with his fingers. “I know it was a lot, letting me see you, so I thought we could try something else… I want you to be comfortable - we don’t have to rush anything…” 

There’s a strange tug in your chest, over how observant and thoughtful of that he was and how foreign it is that someone is being so attentive towards you.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, you can answer however you want - there’s no wrong answer but I need you to use your voice, okay? Nodding isn’t gonna work for me.” He says in a gentle tone, flattening his hand against your stomach.

“Okay.” You breathe, biting down on your lip so hard you nearly taste blood when he leans up and his mouth goes to your neck again.

“Don’t be offended - but you’ve had an orgasm before, right?” He asks between slow kisses down your neck, making his way to your shoulder.

“Yes.”

You think one word answers are the best you’re gonna be able to drag out, because you’re even struggling with just those. You have no idea where this is going.

He lets out a thoughtful hum, nipping at your shoulder as his hand moves higher to massage over your breast. “Has anyone else ever made you come? Or just yourself? Be honest.”

“Just myself.”

“Thought as much.” He sighs in a mutter, sounding annoyed but not towards you, your answer just seemed to frustrate him but he doesn’t sound surprised. “So you’ve never come during sex? Or from someone else touching you? Ever?”

“No.” You clear your throat, deciding to add, “just assumed I was defective or something, because I couldn’t.”

Eddie pauses and leans over to look at the side of your face, but you just stare at the wall. “There’s nothing wrong with you, understand me? If you can make yourself come, so can someone else. Whoever you’ve been with either didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, or didn’t deserve to touch you in the first place - the idiots never stopped to to ask you what you liked or tried to find out - they’re the fucking problem.”

His words are firm and direct, and you’re so used to his cheeky light nature that hearing him sound so harsh and serious makes your muscles tense. You don’t know why all of this has struck such a nerve with him, but he obviously feels very strongly about it.

“Point taken. I don’t have a broken vagina, good pep talk.” You quip with your voice tight, and the tension from Eddie’s speech breaks when a bright chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“Definitely don’t think it’s broken… maybe a little neglected but not broken” He teases, and you’re just about to fire back at him but he slides his hand down to grab your thigh to lift it; running his fingers up the area where your leg meets your groin. “Only one way to find out though.”

Your belly coils that tight you just about choke, your muscles twitching when he tickles his fingers over the hair on your pubic bone. “Can I touch you?”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hard. Your hips have the urge to shift forward of their own accord to encourage him, and you’re trying to adjust to constantly getting asked permission.

The normal side of your brain would have been sarcastic, but the hormonal one is the part that murmurs a shy “Yes.”

That three letter word has Eddie’s fingers ghosting down; making you grit your teeth when his careful fingertips drag a slow stroke between your folds; a deep long exhale leaving his mouth as he does.

His fingers move back and forth, exploring every slick bit of skin he can and you feel him shift on the spot behind you, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“Feels pretty perfect to me, (y/n).” He murmurs, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to your jaw, “Just relax, want you to do something for me.” 

You try ignore that voice in your head, the one that said you should’ve seen this coming and everyone wants something; because feeling him touching you feels exhilarating, even if it’s terrifying to finally be so vulnerable around someone. 

You feel safe and for you that’s an unusual feeling in this situation. 

He removes his hand from between your legs, taking your hand that you hadn’t even noticed was clamping the sheets and moves it down with his own, “I want you to touch yourself - what feels the best for you. Just place your hand on top of mine and move my fingers however you want.” 

“Eddie I can’t - I can’t do that.” You stutter while you try and comprehend what he just said - you’re not confident enough for that, but he just tuts you. 

“Yes you can.” He dismisses, placing both his and your hand between your legs and moves his fingers to rest against the sensitive spot that’s started to throb. “Just close your eyes, and breathe. You can do it, and I’m not moving my fingers until you do - it’s up to you.” 

He applies more pressure but keeps his fingers still and you cuss under your breath, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“While you’re deciding...” Eddie starts with a coy tone to his voice, still not moving his fingers that feel torturing at this point, “I’m pretty wrapped about the fact I turn you on, feeling how soaked you are. Enjoy kissing me that much do you?” 

You can’t answer, you’re too distracted by the ache that’s getting worse between your legs that you haven’t felt in what feels like an entire lifetime ago. 

Eddie just sounds amused now, and keeps talking with the smug expression evident in his voice “What else turns you on?” 

You’re huffing out breaths through your nose, fighting to keep your hips still, and Eddie moves his lips to your ear. “What about dirty talk? That get you off? Let’s see if it does.” He drawls in a low voice that feels like it shivers down your spine from the drop to it. 

“Wanna know how much you turn me on, sweetheart?” He breathes against your ear, his words slow and sound filthy enough from his tone; his hips press forward, his hard length clothed underneath his briefs circling against your behind and he moans - It has to be on purpose with how drawn out it is, before he continues to speak, “You feel that? Rock fucking hard for you, and it isn’t the first time either.” 

“Know what I did last night?” He drags out, continuing to rock his hips against you while that ache between your legs makes you want to scream; and when you try to shift your hips he cups your hear, pinning you back against him to hold them still, “Just move my fingers, babe, you know what to do.” He taunts and you growl in frustration in the back of your throat which only makes him smile. “Now where was I? - Oh yeah, last night... I had a shower, know what I did while I was in there?” 

You try to stop the strangled moan that echoes in your throat when he circles his erection against your behind in slow hard movements but your body betrays you like it has since you met this stupid boy. 

“Was thinking about you, thinking about kissing you.” He murmurs, moving his head to press a kiss to your shoulder, “And I got so fucking hard; I couldn’t even concentrate. So I wrapped my fingers around myself... leant my other hand against the wall and started to fuck my fist; started slow and got faster and faster the more I thought about you, what it would be like to touch you... Have you in that shower with me... all the things we could do - and then you know what happened?” 

You can even explain what is happening to your body at the moment, it feels like every nerve ending you have is screaming. 

Eddie’s breathing gets heavier as he continues to grind himself against you, while his voice becomes thicker and he damn near moans his words out, “I came... really... really fucking hard. Could barely hold myself up, making filthy sounds I couldn’t control... if felt so good (y/n), so damn good.” 

The image that is now burned into your brain is going to kill you, along with the sound of his voice. 

You’re about to start wheezing, your throat feels like it’s closing on itself and you can’t take this anymore. You suck in a sharp gasp and use every ounce of non-existent confidence you have. 

You grab his hand, placing yours over his and press his fingers against your aching nerves, whining at the relief when you start to move his fingertips in slow circles. 

Eddie’s lips pull into a grin against your shoulder, and he hums to himself “Mmm, guess we can add dirty talk to the list of things that turn you on then.” 

You circle your hips back against his fingers, whimpering at the feeling and christ, if you knew this is how food being with another person was meant to feel, you would’ve ended up like Eddie a long time ago. This is mind numbing. 

“You really enjoyed that, didn���t you?” Eddie coos, sounding breathless as his hips grind harder against you, “Didn’t know it was possible for you to get even wetter - making a mess of my fingers lovely girl.” 

You’re going to have to get a priest to bless your shower head, so you can cleanse yourself under the water for a week straight after listening to that mouth of his. 

You decide you’re not going to be the only one that’s a mess, and push your behind back against his centre as you start to work his fingers faster at the pressure and speed you know will unravel this painful knot in your gut that way you need it to. 

Eddie grunts a low, guttural sound with a strained “Oh fuck.” following it, and thrusts his centre hard against you; dropping his humid forehead against your shoulder. 

His fingers keep up the rhythm you have going, pushing you closer to that devastating feeling that’s making your stomach muscles start to tremble and you drop your hand away, unable to keep it there anymore and dig your nails into the mattress. 

You haven’t even had a thought about what you should be doing, the sounds you should be making or how you should be reacting because that’s all you used to do - make sure you were reacting the way the other person wanted but right now you can’t think of a god damn thing, all you’re doing is relishing how incredible it feels. Your head is so quiet, and calm - it’s blissful. 

His fingers continue to mimic the exact motions you showed him, playing your body like an instrument he mastered in minutes and you start to writhe against him while he grinds his centre against you like he’s consumed by his own movements. 

“Oh god.” You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as that pressure starts to ripple out from your centre. “Faster- please, I need - please go faster.” You beg sounding incoherent, you just need that last little push to unravel everything. 

Eddie moves his face to hover over yours, and you barely recognise his voice with how low and hoarse it is. “You gonna come for me, lovely girl?” 

You bite down hard on your lip, scrunching your eyes shut tighter with a sharp desperate nod and Eddie nudges his nose against your cheek, “Kiss me - and I’ll go faster, I’ll make you feel so good, just kiss me.” 

You turn your face, with his lips capturing yours as soon as they’re in reach and immediately the kiss is desperate. It’s wet tongues and careless lips while his fingers quicken against your sensitivity and he captures every single one of the choked moans that leave your throat. 

Every muscle in your body tenses as the coil in your abdomen unravels and pulses out from your lower half through your body in shock waves; spasming your nerves and constricting your stomach as it does while your hips thrust and roll to ride the feeling as it washes over you. 

Eddie’s fingers continue to drag the feeling out, pulling high pitched whimpers and strangled moans out of your chest while your kissing becomes uncoordinated until he spills his open mouth against yours when his hips jolt forward. 

He chokes out a whimpered “Oh my fucking god.” against your mouth, his own body jolting and trembling while his centre rolls against your behind until you feel a liquid warmth against your skin soaked into the fabric of his briefs. 

You jolt your hips away when you become too sensitive from his fingers, and his hand cups against your heat, pulling you against him like he’s trying to sooth the feeling while your body twitches from the aftershocks firing through it and you try to float back down from the high you were just on. 

Both of you are panting, with Eddie’s forehead against your own and his long hair that’s become damp in places is tickling against your cheeks. 

He presses several lazy kisses to your lips, sighing to himself and finally slips his hand from between your legs when your hips still; hugging his arms around your waist like he can’t get close enough. 

“You feelin’ okay?” He asks with a tired but light inflection to his voice. 

“M’good. Really good, I’m great.” You sigh sounding groggy, and can’t string a sentence together. You’re so sleepy now. 

Eddie laughs under his breath at how spent you are, sounding pleased with himself. 

“Thanks for letting me help.” He taunts and if you didn’t have pudding brain again you’d have a smart ass remark for that. 

He lifts his face from yours, and your head drops to the side against the pillow like it’s a dead weight which makes him laugh again; but he just cuddles up behind you. 

“You know, I haven’t come in my boxers since I was about twelve - so thanks for the nostalgia too.” He muses, sounding thoroughly entertained with himself. 

“You’re welcome.” You hum, half asleep and barely playing attention to what he’s saying. 

There’s a long silence as you both just lay there with each other, Eddie’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck and you get closer to drifting off into sleep from the sedated state your body is in; you just feel so damn content. He feels so comfortable and warm curled up against you. 

“(y/n)? I need a favour - before you fall asleep.” 

You murmur a sleepy “Mmm?” 

He pauses for a moment, and then sighs and for once you hear the slightest hint of bashfulness in his voice. 

“I need to clean myself up before I fall asleep - but uh, I kinda ruined my boxers... So you wouldn’t have any shorts I could sleep in, would you?” 

You smile to yourself. “Yeah, I do.” 

And you think to yourself, they’re gonna look fantastic on you, Eddie. 

[bucksfucks]

  𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

     The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

    It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

    You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

    Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

    In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

    The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

    It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

    When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

    “Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

    His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

    “Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

    “I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

    You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

    “Eat.”

    He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

    “I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

    “You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

    You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

    “Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

    Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

    You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

    “Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

    Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

    He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

    You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

    “He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

    “You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

    The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

    “I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

    The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

    Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

    “Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

    “What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

    “It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

    “You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

    “Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

    “Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

    Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

    The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

    “The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

    30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

    “Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

    You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

    As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

    “And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

    “I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

    He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

    You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

    His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

    Steve ignored it.

    “He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

    “Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

    “You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

    “‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

    “Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

    “Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

    He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

    You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

    You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

    “‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

    “Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

    “I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

    You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

    His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

    You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

    “Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

    Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

    “I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

    “Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

    Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

    He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

    “It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

    He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

    You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

    “All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

    His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

    When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

    “Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

    “But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

    He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

    “Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

    “You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

    “Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

    “Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

    You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

    Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

    “Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

    You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

    It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

    “Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

    “‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

    It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

    “Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

    It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

    “I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

    You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

    Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

    It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

    “What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

    It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

    Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

    He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

    “Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

    Two can play at this game.

    You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

    He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

    It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

    “Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

    It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

    “Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

    “Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

    His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

    And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

    It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

    “Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

    “Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

    Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

    “That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

    He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

    “Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

    You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

    “You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”