#Or at least leave me a soda on the landing spot?

[narbevoguel]

Superjumping to a random in a match is one of the many reasons I have trust issues.

[keeryhours]

late night with the devil - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

Hawkins may think your boyfriend and his friends are devil worshippers, but he’s still just your Eddie.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, weed use

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N:

So so so excited to post my first Eddie fic! I hope you enjoy!

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The people of Hawkins were convinced there were devil worshippers among you. Satanic Panic was in full swing, and the targets were right on your friends’ backs.

They had always been seen as Freaks, but the group of metalheads and their love for D&D were under real public scrutiny now. You knew your friends were good people, but now you were being warned to stay away from them by teachers, your parents forbidding you from ever seeing them again.

That’s how you found yourself crawling out of your bedroom window at 11:30pm, your parents long asleep. The wood of the window sill scratched against your arms painfully as you lowered yourself to the ground. You hissed when you landed on your feet, checking for any splinters. You brushed the dirt off your jeans.

Dry fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked through your yard. Reaching the front of the house, you grabbed your bike from against the garage. You hadn��t rode it much in the past couple years. Typically Eddie would pick you up in his van, or there was usually at least one person with a car in whatever friend group you hung out with. Obviously that wasn’t happening tonight.

You pedaled to Forest Hills, your anger at your parents only growing as you went. Anger at them for falling for this sensationalist crap, anger at them for turning on Eddie and your other friends when they knew they weren’t bad people. They may never have been Eddie’s biggest fans - they didn’t love that he was on his third senior year and had heard rumors about the small business he ran - but they didn’t have a real problem with him. But now they have let the news and gossip convince them that your boyfriend and your friends were evil.

You were still angry when you rolled past the park’s sign, but it faded as you made the remaining short distance to Eddie’s trailer. You spotted your boyfriend’s lanky legs in his ripped jeans immediately, sitting on the front steps. You climbed off your bike and leaned it against the side of the trailer as Eddie stood, a cigarette in his hand. You walked over to him, rushing into his arms when holds them open for you. You wrap your arms around his waist and he wraps his around your body, holding you close.

“I’m glad you got here okay,” Eddie said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “I hate that I can’t just come get you.”

“I know. Me too.” You looked up at him and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled at him.

“Let me finish this and we can go inside.”

You and Eddie sat next to each other on the steps. He talked to you about his plans for his next D&D campaign as he smoked, you hanging on to every word. Eddie was so creative, and his campaigns were always so detailed. It felt like being told the world’s most interesting story.

When he finished his cigarette, Eddie tossed it aside and stood to his full height, holding out his hand for you. You took it with a smile and he pulled you to your feet with enough effort that you stumbled into his chest once you were up. Eddie laughed, putting his hands on your hips to steady you.

He ushered you into the trailer ahead of him. You had spent a lot of nights here since you and Eddie started hanging out, you always had it to yourselves since his uncle Wayne worked nights. It felt like having your own place together, sometimes.

You made yourself comfortable as usual, pulling a soda from the fridge. You giggled as you felt Eddie’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, curls tickling your face as he buried his face in your neck, placing soft kisses.

You hummed with a smile on your face as you popped open the can of soda and Eddie rocked you back and forth in his arms. “I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbled against your skin. His leather jacket was cool against your arms.

Things had been difficult for Eddie since all this shit had started. He and his friends had always been outcasts, but now it was worse. Now you worried for their actual safety, constantly scared some hick will decide to take the “satan worshippers” into their own hands and do something crazy.

You spun around in his arms, your left arm draping over his shoulder while your right still held onto the cold can. Eddie smiled down at you with that grin that always gave you butterflies. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips as they rested there.

“Do you want to smoke?” he asked, which brought a grin to your face.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, smiling up at your boyfriend’s tall frame.

He pulled away from you reluctantly with a last minute squeeze of your hip before he was bowing dramatically and rushing off back to his bedroom. You laughed as you drank your soda. You flopped down on the couch, kicking your feet up on the table, nearly knocking over an overly filled ashtray in the process.

Eddie was back shortly after, perfectly rolled joint in his hand as he collapsed on the couch next to you. You sat the can on the table as Eddie handed you the joint and a lighter with a flourish. “Ladies first.”

You plucked it from his hand with a smile, placing it between your lips and lighting it with Eddie’s lighter. Relaxation seems to wash over you immediately as you take a deep drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. You leaned back against the cushions as you let it out. Eddie’s hand absentmindedly played with your thigh as he watched you with interest.

“You’re so hot when you smoke,” he mumbled, and it made you giggle as you took your second hit.

“You are, too,” you said through the smoke and passed the joint to him. He laughed as he took it.

He put on a show for you as he took his turn, holding your eye contact as he inhaled and held the smoke. Then he was leaning forward, free hand cupping the back of your head as he brought his lips to yours and breathed the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled it, the smoke from Eddie’s own hit leaving your mouth as you exhaled. Eddie bit his lip as he watched you, a smirk on his pretty face, before he was hitting it again.

The two of you passed the joint back and forth until the roach was so small it was basically unsmokable. You were feeling infinitely more relaxed, sinking into the couch. Eddie always got extra talkative when he was high and this was no exception.

“So I told him,” Eddie said, head tilted back against the couch as he stared at the ceiling and talked with his hands. “I told him no, we could not reschedule the campaign. It’s the end of the campaign.” Eddie scoffed and looked at you like can you believe that?

You nodded at him, but you were having a hard time focusing on his words. Your brain was working so slow and he talked so fast. You felt some of the fogginess in your brain clear away at the feeling of his large hand on your thigh again. He rubbed it this time, trailing his hand higher and higher. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

He met your gaze with a smirk. He leaned in, his leather jacket audibly crinkling as he moved. You were relieved to feel his lips on yours again, the familiar feeling of his mouth working against yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. You hummed into the kiss, your hand resting on his chest.

“Wanna go to my room?” he asked you, low voice rumbling in his chest.

You nodded and Eddie wasted no time standing from the couch, reaching a hand out for you like a gentleman. You took his hand and he lifted you. He followed you to the back of the trailer where his bedroom was, slapping your ass as you walked. You laughed, turning around to give him a playful glare.

He closed the door to his bedroom behind you. You watched as he went straight for the stereo, putting on some Metallica. He turned around and gave you a mischievous look before he basically tackled you onto the bed, causing you to fall back onto the mattress, laughing hard. He lifted himself above you and you scooted back to lay against the pillows. Your body buzzed with anticipation.

Eddie shrugged his leather jacket off, dropping it to the floor. His ringed hands slid up your legs, from your ankles to your calves to your thighs. You could tell he wanted it bad tonight by the dark look in his eyes, the way he stared at your body like he wanted to devour it.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed that, too, his guitar pick necklace falling to rest against his bare chest. You rubbed your hands over the now exposed skin, feeling his firm chest, his sides, his soft belly. He sighed at the feeling.

“You’re so beautiful…” Eddie mumbled, hands still rubbing your thighs. His hands creeped forward until they reached the buttons of your jeans. You watched him intently as his long, dexterous fingers undid them with ease, pulling the material down your legs.

His hands slid up your shirt next, feeling how smooth your skin was always did something to him. He lifted your shirt as his hands traveled up until his fingers were grazing your bra. You sat up for him for a second so he could pull your shirt off.

Eddie took in the sight of you laying beneath him in only your underwear with hungry eyes. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you like this before, but it never got old. He never got used to it. His rings were cold against your skin as he felt all over your body, exploring at his own pace. You didn’t mind. It felt nice everywhere he touched you. You could see the bulge straining in his ripped jeans.

“Eddie…” you whined, causing him to break out of his trance and look up at you.

“What is it, baby?” he asked as he kept rubbing his hands up and down your sides. It gave you goosebumps.

“Really want you…” you whined again, lips pouting. Eddie chuckled lowly at that, his fingers gripping your sides a little harder.

“Yeah? You want me?” he asked, looking at you with those dark eyes, laced with desire. Pupils blown wide in lust. Oh, Eddie wanted it bad. “Are you wet for me, baby?” His fingers traced your core over your underwear, finding the answer for himself. He smirked. “All for me?” he asked, eyes shooting up to meet yours.

“Yeah, all for you, Eddie,” you breathed, his light touch where you wanted him so badly driving you crazy. He pressed a little harder, right over your clit, and you cried out with a little “Ah!”

Eddie laughed that sinister sounding laugh once again, then his hands were sliding up your body and around your back, unhooking your bra and tossing it. His hands immediately found your tits, groping them like he was seeing them for the first time as he grinded his clothed hips against your wet panties. You could feel how hard he was even through the multiple layers.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, his voice so low you barely heard it. His thumb rubbed over your nipples before he started to roll and pinch them between his fingers. He leaned over, wrapping his mouth around one of them. He was moaning the second he got his lips on you, sucking your nipple into his mouth and running his tongue around it in circles. You arched up into him, only pushing your chest further into his face, which he appreciated.

He switched to your other breast to give that nipple equal attention. You moaned, pushing your hips up to press against him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. Eddie had you so turned on, you didn’t feel like you could wait another second.

When he pulled off of your nipple, he buried his face in your tits, using his hands to push them closer together around his face.

“I could live in here,” he said, voice muffled between them. You laughed hard, running your hands through his hair, giving him full body chills.

He pulled back to place hungry kisses over your chest and neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive pulse point, getting the reaction from you he wanted. You dug your nails into his back harder and he hissed.

“Need you now, Eds,” you begged, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. You needed him to fill you the way only he could.

He pulls back to look at you with those glazed over eyes. “You want my cock?” he asked, looking fully lost in the moment already.

“Yes,” you cried, rolling your hips up beneath him and trying to get him where you want him. Eddie took the hint and got on his knees between your legs. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them off slowly, savoring it.

He spread your legs wide, big brown eyes taking in the sight of your bare cunt laid out before him, all for him. “Oh, baby,” he groaned, reaching forward to trace a long finger through your folds. He held it up to show you just how wet you were before he popped it in his mouth, sucking it clean.

Eddie reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the belt loops before tossing it to the floor with a clang. He quickly undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off. You moaned when his hard length was finally revealed, and he gave you a cocky smirk.

He leaned over your body again, kissing up your chest and neck to place a peck on your lips before he reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling a condom from the box. He sat back up on his knees and ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his dick.

He stroked himself quickly a couple times then leaned over you, resting his weight on one forearm as his other hand lined the thick tip of his cock up right against your entrance. Your heart thudded hard in your chest at the feeling, you just wanted him inside you now.

Eddie began to push into you, eyes watching your face as every inch sinks into your warm, wet pussy, wrapping around him perfectly. He felt like he was in heaven, and he couldn’t hold back the groan that spilled from his lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Your hands dug into his skin even harder, holding onto him like you’d disappear if you let go.

He peppered kisses all over your face and neck as he let you get adjusted. He pulled his hips back slowly, then snapped them back into you, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.

“Eddie!” you cried, already feeling so much when he’d only just started. You felt your core tighten around him, holding him even tighter, and he hissed as he set a steady rhythm with his hips.

“God, I’ve barely even fucked you yet…” he mumbled, drinking in your already fucked-out expression and mouth hanging open. He couldn’t deny what the sight of you like this did to him, his cock growing impossibly harder inside of you, his balls tightening, and suddenly he worried he’d cum way too fast like he did your first time together. You hadn’t minded, but he had been humiliated, and he didn’t want a repeat.

Eddie rolled his hips against you at the perfect pace. You tangled your hands in his wild hair and pulled him down to kiss you again, which he did eagerly, tongue in your mouth immediately as he tangled with yours and kissed you hungrily.

He groaned into your mouth as he sped up his pace, thoroughly pounding into you now. The sounds of the two of you - skin slapping together, bed creaking, your moans and grunts and whines and whimpers - filled the room, nearly as loud as the heavy music playing over his speakers. It drove Eddie even more wild.

He sat back up on his knees, grabbing onto your hips with a bruising grip and lifting them higher as he began fucking you with quick, shallow thrusts. You nearly screamed, the intense way his cockhead was ruthlessly pressing against your bundle of nerves with every thrust making you see stars in your vision.

“Fuck, you like that?” Eddie gritted out through clenched teeth, his curls bouncing with every wild thrust into you.

“Feels so good,” you managed to say between moans, hands tangling in the sheets since you can’t comfortably grab onto some part of his body right now, even though that’s what you want.

And it did feel incredible. Your mind was fuzzy and you weren’t sure anymore if it was from the weed or Eddie’s dick. You felt your release building inside you already.

“Fuck yeah it does,” Eddie spits out, and he looks like he’s lost in his own pleasure as his eyes fall closed and his mouth parts, grunts falling from his pretty lips with every brutal thrust. His head falls back and he uses his hands to help pull you against him to meet the thrusts of his own hips, making it even more intense, which you didn’t think was possible.

He looked back down at your body, one hand leaving your hip to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. The sudden sensation made you cry out with a high pitched “Oh!”, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie pushed you to the brink with calculated precision. He hadn’t been experienced when you had gotten together, but damn if he wasn’t a ridiculously quick learner.

He could feel you tightening around him, pussy gripping him so good he felt like he might fall apart right then and there. He cursed under his breath, hips moving a little faster as he pushed you to your release. “Yeah, cum on my cock baby, please, need to feel you making a mess all over me.” Eddie was practically begging as he spoke, desperate to make you cum so he could stop holding back.

“I…gonna cum, Eddie, oh shit-“

A proud smile spread across Eddie’s lips as you came undone for him, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy as you moaned like his little slut, crying out his name over and over. It was music to his ears, and you were a sight for sore eyes as you utterly fell apart. More than anything, the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him from your orgasm pushed him over the edge and into his own.

Eddie laid his body over yours the second your high subsided. He grabbed your hands and lifted them over your head, intertwining your fingers with his, and he kissed you hard as it finally hit him. Hard.

Eddie whimpered against your lips before letting out a long, low groan, muscles clenching and body trembling as he finished inside you, spilling into the condom. He kept pumping in shallow thrusts until he had spilled every last drop, his body completely spent as he came harder than he ever does on his own.

He didn’t move as you both caught your breath. Eddie’s body felt weak, like he had used every bit of energy he had. Finally he works up the effort to roll off of you, pecking your lips before he does. You hear him as he pulls the condom off, tying it up and throwing it in the trash can before he’s sliding up against you and wrapping his arm around your waist, your naked bodies pressed together.

You turned on your side and he spooned against you, your body fitting against his like a puzzle piece. His hair tickled your shoulders as he placed kisses to the backs of them before laying his head down against you.

“I love you,” he mumbled sleepily. You could tell he wouldn’t stay awake much longer. He had been thoroughly worn out.

“I love you too,” you said back, fingers gently rubbing his hand that was pressed right above your navel.

He hummed contentedly, and you pulled the blankets over the both of you. You had no desire to get out of his bed, to leave his warm embrace. Wayne never cared if you stayed over, and you figured you could sneak back into your own room before your parents noticed in the morning.

You really weren’t concerned with the logistics right now. This was the only place you wanted to be, and you didn’t care about anything else.

You felt your eyes beginning to grow heavy. Your eyes roamed over the familiar bedroom, messy as usual. You looked at his guitar hanging on the wall, the only other lady you’d ever have to share his heart with. Your gaze wandered to the bedside table, a polaroid of the two of you together on display for him to look at every night before he goes to sleep and every morning when he wakes up.

Eddie made you feel so loved and cared for. You hoped you made him feel the same.

You snuggled deeper into the warmth of his arms. You loved your boyfriend. Whether everyone in town thought he was the devil or not.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

You and Eddie are enemies, you can't stand each other, but when you spot him with Chrissy in the woods you're forced to confront your feelings for him and the fact you'll have to hide it from him.

He hates you, he'd only make your life miserable if he found out.

Everybody lives, nobody dies Au, angst to fluff, jealousy and idiots very much in love. 18+ mdni.

❤️

You can hear Eddie before you see him as you walk into the cafeteria with your cheer mates. As usual, he's making a spectacle of himself at the Hellfire table, standing on it and calling out the marching band, basketball players and the party crowd.

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics you attempt to walk past the table but Eddie seeks you out, a smirk on his face as he focuses his attention fully on you.

"There's my favourite cheerleader" his winks at you and you stand your ground, ready for whatever shit he's about to say.

His purpose was annoying you, or at least thats what it felt like. It was always you that got his ire, who grabbed his attention every time. Honestly it was the same for you when Eddie was around.

It was like both of you were moths to a flame, something simmered between the two of you that you couldn't place or at least if you could, you didn't want to examine the cause too closely.

"There's my favourite dumbass" you fire back and he clutches his heart like you've wounded him. Ever since you and Eddie laid eyes on each other it was like you were magnets to the other.

Whenever your paths crossed there was tension in the air, banter exchanged that left both of you bothered and wanting more... Whatever it was between the two of you could wait for another day, you had cheer practice, prom committee and a bake sale to organise.

You did not have time for Eddie Munson today.

Not that he cares about your plans. He jumps off the table and lands right in front of you. Ugh. "Munson, I haven't got time for your dramatics today, go bother someone else"

He pouts and it's frustrating that he looks almost endearing while doing it. "How can I cope if I haven't been told to go kiss my own ass and the many other insults you've spouted at me just in the last week or so sweetheart?"

Here's the thing. You're certain Eddie enjoys arguing with you, gets some sort of pleasure from it. If you're being honest you enjoy it too.

"Oh bite me, you'll survive Munson" his eyes light up and then you hear a snigger from behind you, it's his sheeples or whatever he calls them, Dustin, Lucas and Mike watching the two of you fascinated.

"You say I'm oblivious, look at those two" Mike mutters and Eddie still overhears even though Mike has whispered it.

"What was that Wheeler?" Eddie narrows his eyes at him and Mike turns pink and looks suddenly very interested in his soda. You slip away from Eddie when he's distracted.

Both of you are rattled by what Mike said but you try not to show it as you walk away.

❤️

As the day winds to an end you're beyond relieved to just be going home, then you notice Chrissy walking into the woods instead of heading home herself.

Curious, you follow her into the woods, then freeze as you find out that she's meeting up with Eddie.

It's an awkward conversation at first but the tension melts away as Eddie and Chrissy are talking, he's goofing around to make her smile.

Throws himself backwards into a pile of leaves, asking if there is something in his hair, shy little smiles and hiding his face with hair as he talks to her.

There's a sinking feeling in your stomach, an aching in your heart that multiples when Chrissy giggles along with Eddie.

Seeing enough you stomp away, crashing blindly through the trees, there's wetness on your cheeks and you realise you've been crying. Crying over Eddie fucking Munson and the fact he was obviously smitten with Chrissy.

It wasn't a surprise, everyone was and to Eddie you were just an annoyance, someone who pissed him off and that was that. You always knew that but now the realisation was paticularly crushing.

You liked Eddie, like really liked him. Of all the guys you could fall for, why did it have to be the one who spent half his time thinking of new ways to irratate the hell out of you?

Couldn't you have realised this any sooner?

Shit if he even knew how you felt about him it would he horrid for you, he would never let you forget it and show you his disgust.

So it was settled. You would stay far far away from Eddie Munson, and his cute dimples and pretty brown eyes. They were nothing but trouble.

❤️

For the next few days you keep your distance from Eddie. It's hard though, because he seems to be wherever you are with that amused grin on his face.

You don't even entertain his stupid barbs, you ignore him for as long as you can, but he's growing more frustrated that you aren't your usual sarcastic self.

It gets to the point that you turn around during one encounter and glare at him, embarrassed as tears pool in your eyes. "Will you just leave me alone Munson" his eyes widen at your tears, you storm away before he can say anything else.

...

Eddie does leave you alone, you don't see him the next day which is a rarity.

It doesn't last for too long, you find him at his van talking to one of The Hellfire Members. He turns around and spots you, shooing his friend away.

"Will you talk to me" he sounds almost pleading and it throws you off balance. There's no way he missed talking to you is there?

"Why for you to rant and insult me, or make me feel even more shitty about myself,'" he reels back like you've slapped him.

"What? I don't... 'he trails off as you scoff and turn away from him.

"Yes you do. Not all time but sometimes you're just fucking mean. I guess because I'm and I quote "so bitchy and vapid''you think that it won't bother me" his face falls and he shakes his head.

"I shouldn't have said that. I was a mean douchebag" you look away from him stubbornly and shrug.

"Yeah well, I'm not sweet and perfect like Chrissy, everyone adores her" fuck you adored her, so no wonder Eddie liked her.

"What does Chrissy have to do about this?" He looks puzzled. His big brown eyes searching you for an explanation.

Flustered you explain what you saw. "You were all flirty and sweet with her the other day, when I saw you in the woods together, not that I care" you wince realising that you've gave away that you do care very much.

This was stupid. You were jealous of your friend and you shouldn't be. Having enough you decide to walk away but Eddie follows you.

"Chrissy wanted some weed for her and Jason, that's all, I'm not interested in Chrissy princess and she's definitely not interested in me". You're stunned by this, you never expected Chrissy to ever try weed and this stops you in your tracks.

"Seriously?" you gape and he gestures for you to sit in his van, opens the door for you as he does so.

"Why were you avoiding me sweetheart?" he asks you his tone very gentle. You feel your whole body flush with mortification as he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

"Please don't make me say it Eddie, you'll only turn around and be a complete ass about it"

Or be sweet like he is now and turn you down kindly, looking at you with pity. There's a brief pause and then his fingers interlace through yours, the feel of his calloused fingers entwining with yours sends tingles down your spine.

"Tell me"

"I have feelings for you okay. l've fallen for you badly, seeing you with Chrissy made me realise that. So now you know and if you're going to be a dick about it then do it now" your lip wobbles but you refuse to cry again.

He softens and cradles your head in his hands. The gesture is so tender and kind.

"Sweetheart, you're all I think about. Every single day from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep. Only you" he kisses you tenderly and pulls you close to him, kisses you until you're both breathless and smiling goofily at each other.

"I'm so fucking into you sweetheart, one of the things I talked to Chrissy about, if you stuck around long enough to find out"

Now it makes sense why Chrissy asked you earlier if you had talked to Eddie, looked disappointed when you said no, gently urged you to.

"You know he talks about you a lot" Chrissy grinned at you, there's a knowing look in her eyes, yet you shrugged off what she said. Figured that he only talked about how you annoyed him.

Shit you were such an idiot to not see what she really meant. So wrapped up in the idea that it was Chrissy that Eddie was smitten with. Chrissy would never let anyone talk crap about you either, you should have known that.

Eddie rests his head against yours. Kisses it briefly then a cheesy smile forms on his face. "You're crazy about me huh sweetheart?" he teases and you roll your eyes at him.

"Doofus, you're just as crazy about me" he squeezes your hand, tugs you back in for another kiss that robs you if your next words. That's fine, you could argue about that later... much much later.

💞

[cococreation]

Home Safe

Sodapop Curtis x she/her reader (fluff/comfort)

1300 words

18+

TW: assault, implied SA, suggestive cat calling, descriptions of injuries, violence, fighting

Reader is walking home late when she is jumped by a gang of Socs. Soda patches her up.

Y/n was used to walking home from the DX late. As the DX’s secretary, she often stayed later into the evening to finish the filing for that day. Her pocket book was clutched close to her side with the rose decorated switchblade hidden inside gifted to her by Soda.

A car’s headlights landed on her. Y/n cursed to herself, walking faster. The Curtis residence wasn’t all that far. She could make it.

“Hey!” A slurred voice called out to her. She kept walking, her head low. The sound of the car’s engine cut off as the lights went out, leaving Y/n with the Socs in the dim street lamps. A man stepped out in front of her. Bobby, clearly intoxicated, eyed her. “I’m talking to you, doll face.”

Y/n’s hand slipped into her purse. The cool metal of the blade’s handle steadying her. “Fuck off.”

The Socs circled around her. One let out a wolf whistle. “The DX must be getting a lot more customers as you as their personal pinup gal.”

Y/n subconsciously tugged at the white skirt that her light blue shirt was tucked into. “I’m serious. Get out of my way before this gets violent.”

Bobby raised his hands up as Y/n pointed her switch at him. “And, here I thought, those greasers only taught you how to spread your legs.”

“At least those greasers got her all oiled up for us,” a boy with a cigarette said, flicking her skirt up. Y/n yelped, bringing the blade down on his wrist. The boy cursed. Before Y/n knew what happening, the gang was dragging her into an alleyway.

The fight felt like it had lasted years, but in reality it was only a few minutes. Y/n sat up, groaning. The side of her neck burned from where the cigarette butt had been put out. Y/n’s knife was laying in the alley, discarded after she had slashed Bobby in the shoulder after he tore open her DX shirt. Scooping up her blade and purse, Y/n winced at the pain below her neck. Bobby had dug his knife into the soft flesh below her collarbone after he realized how idiotic his intentions were.

Holding her pocket book to her chest, Y/n walked to the Curtis residence. The living room lamp was on as always. Nudging the door open, Y/n stumbled in.

The three brothers were still awake to her surprise. A western film was playing on the TV. Soda stood up so fast, he nearly knocked over the sidelamp.

Y/n collapsed onto the couch. The western was long forgotten. Darry was busy getting the first aid kit, and Ponyboy stared in horror at her. She cracked a smile at him. “Don’t worry, Pony. It doesn’t hurt too bad.”

Soda knelt next to her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “What happened?”

Y/ns eyes flitted to Pony in a silent message. Soda turned to his brothers, taking the first aid kit from Darry. “Can yall give us a moment?”

Ponyboy’s expression morphed into one of confusion. “But-“

“Come on, Pony. You’ve got homework to finish anyways.” Darry herded the youngest Curtis brother out of the room.

Soda returned his attention to Y/n. “What happened?” He asked, examining her wounds.

“Bobby and them all ganged up on me.” Her gaze was fixed on a single spot on the tile. “They didn’t get what they wanted, but lord, were they pissed.”

Y/n hissed as Soda stared disinfecting her wounds. “I know it stings. So, they pulled blades on you?”

“Yeah.”

“And, you pulled out yours?”

Y/n chuckled, “Bobby left with a slashed up shoulder.”

Soda brushed her hair away from her neck as he smiled. “That’s my girl.” He paused. “Is that a cigarette burn?”

“Yeah, one of ‘em wanted to,” she took a deep breath, eyes still fixed on same kitchen tile. “Mark me as his own.” Y/n’s eyes found Soda’s gaze. Soft and gentle. Tears silently slid down her cheek. “I told him, ‘to go to hell,” so he put his light out on me.”

Y/n’s hands were clenched around the top of her shirt. Soda’s hands cupped her hands. “You’re bleeding.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to take care of it alone?”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut in surrender, leaning her head back. “I don’t think I can,” the word was barely audible. “It’s an ugly mark though, Sodapop.”

“Nothing can be ugly on you.”

Y/n winced as she slipped off her DX button down, revealing the mark Bobby gave her on her collarbone. The shoulder had fingerprint bruises pressed into the skin and in crudely drawn out letters read the word, “WHORE” under her collarbone.

The tears fell faster this time. Her head hung low, Y/n wept, “They wouldn’t let me go, Soda. I tried so hard.”

“I know.”

Soda’s mind was racing as he cleaned and dressed the wound. It was definitely going to scar. Bobby would want that, wouldn’t he? Soda’s heart pounded with anger. Someone touched his girl. Someone made her cry. Made her bleed. Made her feel less than human. Soda wanted to burn it all down.

Then his thoughts came to a sudden stop. Looking into Y/n’s eyes, glassy with fresh tears, he knew what he needed to do. He closed up the first aid kit and retrieved some fresh clothes for her.

Y/n thanked Soda, setting the clothes down next to her. Soda turned to leave the room, but her voice called back, “Soda, I can’t- ah, hell.”

Soda turned back around to Y/n. Her DX shirt tossed away as her injured collarbone and shoulder stiffly moved to unclasp her bra. She was unsuccessful, grimacing as she rested her taped up shoulder. Soda walked over to her. “What’s bothering you?”

“I can’t get my bra off with this shoulder. Can you help me?”

Despite the rumors and relentless teasing from the gang, Soda and Y/n haven’t had sex yet. Sure, they’ve had their fair share of kisses and making out, Soda kissing every bit of skin that saw the sun. But, after Sandy had cheated on Soda, he asked to take things slow, which Y/n had no problem with.

Y/n pulled her hair forward. Soda’s hands ran over the smooth material of the bra, searching for the small clasps. He found the little hooks and unclasped the bra. “Do you need help to take it off?” Soda’s hand held the unhooked bra together.

“If you’re comfortable with that, then yeah.”

“If you’re comfortable, then I’m comfortable,” Soda said. He let go of the clasp. Y/n easily slipped out of the first strap. Soda’s hand guided down her arm. “Alright, we’re just gonna slide this thing off, now.” The bra glided down her arm.

Soda placed the bra on the table, reaching for his shirt. Sitting behind her, Soda said, “Alright, I’m gonna put your shirt on.”

“I don’t have any clothes here,” Y/n said, confusedly knitting her brows together.

“It’s mine; couldn’t let you wear that torn up work shirt. Now, you ready?”

Y/n nodded, holding up her good arm. Tugging on the t-shirt over her head and wriggling her good arm through the sleeve, Soda held her shoulder steady as Y/n slowly inched her injured arm through the other sleeve.

Sighing, Y/n itched at the tape and gauze that stretched across her collarbone and shoulder. She settled into Soda’s side as he secured a blanket around her. Y/n traced his jaw with her bruised fingers. Pressing a kiss to his lips, Y/n smiled at him. “Thank you, Sodapop.”

“Anything for you.” Soda smiled down at her.

“I love you,” Y/n said, her fingers grazing over his light 5 o’clock shadow.

Soda pressed a kiss to her bruised knuckles. “I love you too.”

[winstonsns]

hii! can u do a pt 2 to ‘why do you cry’ where perhaps the reader moves on from Dally to another person? <3

the end of the world (pt 2 to why do i cry, request)

pairing: sodapop curtis x reader

summary: after dally hooks up with sylvia, you break up with him and move on

warnings: mentions of cheating, cussing, violence

authors note: sorry this is super short and i haven’t posted in forever. hope u guys enjoy ����

word count: 0.7k

you decided to drop by the DX so you could buy a few snacks and hopefully see soda, your boyfriend. months have passed by since dally cheated on you, but you’ve moved on, not without encouraging words from the whole gang.

although they are still friends with dallas, they don’t approve of him cheating on you. dally’s been getting a ton of shit from the others and still hasn’t apologized to you.

you haven’t forgiven him for cheating on you, but you’ve gotten past the break up itself and not being in a relationship with him anymore.

it’s a mutual agreement that your relationship with soda is a secret, except steve, who knows because soda accidentally blabbed to him. the two of you don’t want dally coming for either or you, you being with one of dally’s friends and for soda being with his ex girlfriend.

because your mind was occupied the whole time you were walking to the DX, you hadn’t realized you arrived. as you begin to focus on the present, you open the door, flinching at the hotness of the metal.

you quickly walk in, sighing as you feel cold air envelope your skin. you look up to see steve grinning at you, his arms are crossed as he leans on the counter. he turns back and yells, “soda! your girl’s here!”

as you walk up to the counter, you hear footsteps as you see soda walking towards you and steve. he smiles at you, speeding up and walking to the front of the counter. he beams, “y/n! man, i’m so glad to see you after so long!” he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning down and placing his lips against yours.

when the two of you move away from each other, you look to see steve in the back, giving you and soda some time together. the two of you begin to talk, he guides you to behind the counter, patting a spot so you can sit there.

you hop onto the counter, swinging your legs as you listen to him talk. around forty-five minutes pass when you hear a bell ring, a sign that a customer walked in.

soda’s face turns pale as he avoids looking at you, you turn around. dally’s face is horrified, he yells “are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, man!?” he points an accusing finger at soda.

“you guys broke up! you were in the wrong for cheatin’ on her, dally!” your boyfriend argues back. you stay silent as they continue to argue, backing up soda when needed.

steve stomps out from the back, raising his voice, “hey, what the hell is goin’ on?” he sets his eyes on dally and mumbles, “oh.”

“did you know ‘bout this, steve?” dally’s eyebrows are furrowed as his face turns redder by the second.

steve yells, “they didn’t tell you because you’d fuckin’ act like this, dally!”

before the criminal can respond, your boyfriend suggests, “now how ‘bout you leave, dallas? we don’t want you here.”

at sodas words, his eyes narrow and he glares at soda. his fists ball up, he takes a swing at soda, he luckily dodges it and grabs your hand, guiding you to the back.

steve walks up to dally, pushing at his chest and landing a punch on his jaw. he begins to bleed, they yell at each other constantly until steve lands another punch. he forces dally out of the shop, he runs, probably to the curtis house, soda guesses.

the interaction between dally and the three of you, and he hardly spared you a glance. you ask steve and soda, “are the two of you okay?” both of them nod, steve says he’ll call darry and tell him not to let dallas in.

steve walks to the back, you hear him talking to sodas older brother. silence fills the air once he hangs up.

soda shrugs and grins, “well, at least we don’t gotta keep our relationship ‘way from the gang now, huh?”

you chuckle, he places his arm over your shoulders and you reply, “guess so!”

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … on halloween night, you meet a guy at a party who happened to give you a magical night

✮ … you had been sitting on this couch for what seemed like almost an eternity. you didn’t know whether or not you should just leave but you promised your friend you’d at least try to have fun.

you sipped your soda as your eyes scanned the room. your thoughts on their own seeing people and couples making your own assumptions of how they were.

two people in the corner of the room… not close but also not far away. the girl — hiding a smile. the guy — smug look on his face. definitely into each other. your eyes scanned again… landing on a man that looked like… uh — a magician? your eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to figure out what his costume was. unfortunately, it looked as if you were staring too long because you found his eyes on you just as quick.

you immediately looked away embarrassed. he probably thought you were a creep. well, from what you remember from that 1 second stare at his face — he was kinda cute.

you looked down at your hands feeling nervous and overthinking. what did he think about me? he most definitely thought i was weird for that right? your thoughts swarmed all over until you felt the couch dip next to you.

“do you like my costume?” you picked your head up and look at the mysterious man as he grinned taking his hat off.

you laughed heartily. “what’s your costume exactly…” you said nervously, wondering how he got to you so quickly.

he acted offended. “i’m a magician!” he said as if to point out the obvious.

you couldn’t keep your smile off your face because of the way he looked so proud of himself. “do you know how to do magic though?” you faced yourself toward him. “because if you do i’d like to see..” i smiled.

braeden raised his brows, wild thoughts swarming into his head.

shortly after, you mentioned going to the bathroom and ended up finding yourself completely bent over against the bathroom sink being handled by the lovely magician. “got magic fingers…” he laughed, licking his bottom lip enjoying the view of your ass completely out for him. “that count?”

you looked at yourself in the mirror as your mouth fell open. “mm.. maybe.”

his fingers moved in circular motions on your clit stimulating you just how you needed. your hands gripped the ceramic sink as you fought to stay upright. your legs shook with each second that his fingers were on you.

you clenched your jaw as you already felt yourself on the brink of release. braeden saw your mouth fall slowly and how you twitched under his touch. he started fiddling with his belt slowly making eye contact with you through the mirror looking for an okay to move forward.

you nodded, “please, i need you.” he grinned at your pleading state unbuckling his belt as quickly as he could. he then took out his cock pumping it slowly.

he looked conflicted. “i don’t have anything…”

you shook your head leaning back pushing your ass against him. “it’s okay i’m on the pill. just.. just please…” that knot in your stomach was slowly dissipating.

he nodded, following your wishes and immediately pushed in until he bottomed out. the wind got knocked out of you while for braeden — it was like he was on cloud 9.

you felt so warm and and made him feel all fuzzy. the way your face looked as you took his dick so good made him want to cum on the spot.

sooner than later his thrusts quickened and then stuttered. he grabbed your hip with his left hand while your hair with his right to steady himself. his eyes clenched shut nearly feeling his orgasm hit him. “gonna cum… god you feel so good. taking my cock like such a good girl.” he threw his head back.

you practically melted onto the sink at his words. the praising sentence stirring up the pot that was once stirred earlier, bringing back that sense of tightness in your lower abdomen.

what pushed you over was words that could’ve meant nothing or could’ve meant everything. “god — my good girl, taking this cock so good.” his groan echoed, finally getting you to reach that peak.

you let out a spurt of moans as your pussy squeezed around braeden’s cock bringing him to his own wave of pleasure. his thrusts faltered as he released his string of cum inside you, painting your insides.

you both caked down feeling the reality of what just happened settling in. “since my magician skills were so good… uh — can i take you out? like on a date?”

tiredly, you picked up your head and looked at him with a lazy smile. “sure.”

© slxtarchive

[helpimhyperfixating]

Hiii ! You're my favorite Joot writer and it would be awesome if you could do a story where reader and part 3 Joot went to spend a day at the beach or something ^^

Also congrats on 1K !

Favourite? Oh me oh my. Thank you! Sorry it took so long and that it’s so short, I’m finally trying to get through these, ashsvshs

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Word Count: 933

Walking onto the sand, Jotaro sighed softly as he relaxed the tension in his shoulders, his shoes in his hand as he felt the grains of sand on the soles of his feet.

Yet that lasted a grand total of three seconds when a child ran by screaming.

Jolting, Jotaro pulled his hat down a second later, gritting his teeth as he tried to block out the grating noise.

Without any further ado, he started walking further onto the beach, the hot sand below his feet though he stepped on as if it was nothing. Slowly, he weaved between the people, getting to a very certain and very familiar spot - one he knew all too well. His spot with you.

Seeing you from a mile away, Jotaro watched as you perked up on your beach towel, waving enthusiastically at him. This time, the tension in his shoulders truly dropped, even while he was surrounded by families and small children.

A small smile on his face, he walked over. “Hey.”

“Hey!” You greeted back, a large smile on your face as you sat up straight, intending to get up though Jotaro beat you to it, lowering down to the large beach towel, sitting besides you underneath the shade the umbrella cast.

“Missed you.” Mumbling that out, Jotaro placed his fingers under your chin, tilting your head as he pressed a quick kiss in greeting to your lips, one that made you feel the blush spreading on your cheeks.

“I missed you too.” You whispered before a sweet smile spread on your face. Humming, Jotaro pulled his hat down before he sat back, placing his shoes beside the towel before he took off his jacket, placing it behind himself as he then slowly leaned back.

Smiling as you watched him use it as a pillow, your eyes glid down his body, watching the tension leave his muscles as he softly sighed out.

From beneath his head, Jotaro watched you, his lips tightening together a bit when you didn’t move to join him, so instead he reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto him.

You yelped as you were suddenly yanked down, your head landing on his chest while your body was squished into his side.

“Jota-“

“Quiet. Just… stay still for a bit.” Swallowing, Jotaro tried to hide the blush on his face as he merely thought the last two words ‘with me’.

“Okay.” You whispered, getting more comfortable and closing your eyes, the warmth around you lulling you into a security. It was surprising that he’d pulled you into him, and in such a public place even, but it was a testament to how much he missed you. And besides, this spot was the most private you two could find on the beach, usually overlooked by the majority of beach goers.

And so, you closed your eyes, a smile on your face as you snuggled more into your boyfriend.

-

That was at least, until you were rudely awoken by an ice cold sensation on your arm.

“Gah!” Flinching away, your eyes shot open as it took some moments to realise where you were and what was going on.

Snapping your neck to your right, you saw Jotaro crouched on the towel next to you, his eyes crinkled in amusement, the corners of his lips holding an uptilt while he held two bottles of soda.

Your mouth opening in realisation, you shoved at his knee, managing to get him to flop down on his ass - though it was more him deciding to do that - while his smirk grew.

“You need to learn proper wake-up etiquette.” You huffed, squinting your eyes while the man held out one of the bottles to you.

“It worked exactly as I expected.” Was his answer and you pouted, taking the bottle from him and feeling the chill from the cool box it had probably been in.

“Thanks for the drink.” You mumbled, a faint blush coming on your cheek as you looked away and Jotaro huffed in amusement, moving to sit properly on the towel next to you before he hummed in response, bringing his own drink up to his lips.

Discreetly, you glanced at him while the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. His gaze was unfocused yet calm as he stared out at the ocean, only to blink as he came back into his mind, noticing you and looking down. “What?” He asked, his voice gentle.

“Nothing.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers, to which Jotaro made sure to turn his hand around first so that he could properly hold yours back as well.

“You’re hopeless.” He smiled, putting his drink between his thighs as he then leaned down, cupping your face as he pulled you in for another kiss, holding it longer this time.

You smiled against his lips, looking up at him in adoration while he looked down all the same, breaking the kiss only to come back in for one more, pulling back a second later.

“I’m glad we’re here.”

The rest of the day was spent by you dragging Jotaro to the ocean, coaxing him into his actual swimsuit as you then proceeded to annoy him the entire time (he had the time of his life and thought you adorable), reading together on the beach towel, and Jotaro showing off the little crab that had walked past your towel, speaking slowly about something he’d read in a magazine about the animals once, all the while you listened intently.

All in all, the date was a success.

[awanderingcanadian]

Costa Rica’s Pacific Coast

We’ve spent the last week and a half travelling down the pacific coast of Costa Rica. Full of national parks and beaches, it was really hot, but lovely. Costa Rica has protected much of its land through some progressive, (and at the time, controversial), legislation. Today a lot of land that was previously farmed, (both agriculture and rice fields), has returned to its natural state and is a habitat for all kinds of wildlife.

We joined our friends, (who had a flown in the night before), at Playa Hermosa, a small village close to the airport at Liberia. While it currently remains quaint, the cranes on the near horizon foreshadow what is coming. The first thing we noticed was the jump in restaurant prices, followed quickly by how much warmer the ocean water was. Sunsets also became a ‘thing’ again, after spending our first week on the east coast, and they were beautiful.

Making our way down the coast, we spend a few dusty days in Santa Theresa on the Nicoya Peninsula, stopping to meet friends for lunch in the developed Tamarindo. Accommodation has ranged widely from basic but clean, to disappointing, to fabulous, and the accommodation in Santa Theresa was fabulous! Unfortunately, the town was laden with dust and the sodas in town had lots of food obsessed flies. However, we did a day trip to Montezuma, so the more able bodied of us could hike to an amazing waterfall, and we were wowed by this little town.

Continuing south, we made our way to Quepos, the town adjacent to the most famous of Costa Rica’s national parks, Manuel Antonio. After driving for 90 minutes, we jumped on a ferry to get us off of the peninsula, and made stops at what’s known as Crocodile Bridge, (where it seems you are almost guaranteed to see crocs at least on one side), and for a late lunch in the ‘interesting’ town of Jaco. Jaco was quite developed, but its overabundance of sex shops and ‘massage’ places sent me to look up what this town is about…and yes, it’s known for its partying, prostitution and drugs. Good job we only stayed for lunch and some banking!

Our Quepos accommodation fell firmly into the category of “disappointing”. We had booked a lovely looking AirBnB several months earlier, and a few months later the host asked us to switch accommodation as he had an offer of a longer staying guest. After a few days of several communications, where I said we needed the same level of accommodation or better, we settled on one that looked good in the photos. We were concerned from the start as this place had no reviews, but we were assured that was because it was new to the rental market. Well…the AC didn’t work in one bedroom, the patio furniture was so gross or in such disrepair that we couldn’t use it, and there was an old siding glass door, and it’s casing piled up on the patio. And it was way out of town. The bright spot was the lovely condo complex pool.

Manuel Antonio park was a good and busy day. Due to my bad hip, I stopped hiking at a certain point and agreed to watch a couple of our friend’s daypacks while relaxing at the beach, so they could continue on with just their water bottles. Little did I know I would be involved in my own version of Planet of the Apes, and Night of the Iguanas simultaneously! I had to quickly move everything 5 times in 90 minutes as I had white faced monkeys stalking me on land, and a HUGE iguana on the tree above me. I couldn’t leave for a swim, and a German man came and helped me chase away the iguana, who had eventually come down from his tree and was quickly approaching. Yikes! By the time the group returned, sweaty and ready for a swim, I was feeling the same way, having been engaged in my own little war.

A highlight of our time in the Manuel Antonio area was the kayak trip we took through the mangroves. The short video at the top here is from the trip. We learned a lot about how Costa Rica has taken steps to reclaim and protect its ecosystems.

Our final stop on the pacific coast was the small town of Uvita. Everything else here was overshadowed by my need to find a laundromat, lol! Fortunately, we found one right away, and right after dropping off our clothes, we found an amazing bakery! It was a good day. Close to town there was an easy to reach waterfall, so even the hip-challenged me was able to enjoy a cooling swim!

[arjaandsimoni]

Family matters

A plane slowly taxied to the terminal at Jaipur International Airport. Soon, four large men in business suits disembarked. One had red hair and green eyes, two others had dark hair and green eyes, and one had neither but it was clear they all shared some form of common ancestry. They were all large men, but Europeans tended to be pretty huge anyways and their passports checked out.

“So… what is the reason for your visit to India?” asked the attendant at the customs desk.

The leader of the group replied, “Hunting trip. I believe you’ll see our permits are in order.”

The attendant checked, then nodded, opened a drawer, and took out four copies of a pre-printed guide to wildlife in the country. “Please observe the list of endangered species, you will face legal consequences if you harm any of the animals listed, even by accident.”

The man nodded, “You don’t need to worry, me and my brothers are very good hunters.”

“Accidents can still happen sir, but I trust you will be careful. Enjoy your stay, and good hunting.” smiled the attendant, buzzing them through the turnstile. “Next please!”

The four men gathered their bags, then walked out of the airport. The bags were so heavy that the workers had trouble unloading them, but they lifted them with ease. They got them out to the car that had been rented and left in the designated spot for them, then opened the trunk, before each bag was put in they unzipped them and checked. Mostly clothing and other essentials, but then they unzipped the hidden zipper and checked in there as well.

A sword, grenades, a gun with several different clips of ammunition, and more.

Franklin had given them strict orders. Find Stephanie Fullmoon, kill her, and get out of the country. They would likely not be able to leave by plane after what they had planned, but they were Fullmoon. It could take months, but they could go overland if needed.

Jacob Fullmoon nodded to his men, they nodded back. They would do what needed to be done, the Patriarch’s decision was law.

They piled into the car and one of them started the engine, Jacob riding shotgun as he took out his phone and dialed a number. “Sir, we’ve landed in India. Beginning mission now. As per protocol if we do not check in by midnight local time assume our mission failed and ourselves terminated.” he nodded, putting his phone away. It was standard procedure in the field after all.

The car pulled out of the parking lot, and four men drove off towards the city of Jaipur proper… to kill their cousin.

Some hours later…

Stephanie and Arja were sitting at a fountain out in the city, enjoying the cool night air. It was late enough that the foot traffic was finally starting to die down somewhat, but the city was still packed to bursting with people, moreso than any American city. Stephanie only had Cincinnati to really go by, but even now after a few weeks in India it made her head spin.

“Okay… lemme try again… umm… hailo mera pair ek pyaaree paee hai?” she attempted.

Arja snorted her soda, putting her hand over her mouth.

“W-what?!” she asked.

“You just said ‘hello my foot is a lovely pie!’” she giggled hysterically.

Stephanie blushed, looking away, “At least I said something reasonably coherent that time…” she muttered.

Arja just grinned, “Its cute!” she chuckled, “Besides, Hindi isn’t an easy language for outsiders to learn, I’ve heard people do a lot worse…”

She blinked, then glanced at her, “How many foreign kids have you tricked into saying curse words in Hindi when you were somewhere with your dad?” she asked.

Arja just grinned, “… dunno, lost count.”

The two of them looked up at the sky and Stephanie sighed, “This is nice though…”

Arja nodded, glancing at her. “Yeah, it is…” she replied.

Stephanie looked back, “Arja… um… I…” she started… turning to her, and then saw Arja’s expression just before she dove ontop of Stephanie.

The Irish girl squealed, “H-hey! Isn’t this illegal here?” she giggled, then her eyes went huge as a gunshot rang out and the wall of a building suddenly chipped from a bullet that, a moment before, would have gone right through her head. “… oh shit.” she whispered.

“Stephanie Fullmoon.” came a gruff voice, “Patriarch Franklin has declared you banished from the Clan and marked for death. Surrender now and we’ll make it quick as we can.”

Stephanie looked at Arja, then at the wall, then back at Arja, “How…” she whispered.

“I smelled gunpowder.” she replied, then glanced around. “I can smell that same sword oil that last one had in at least four directions…” she added, then glanced to her right, “Alleyway that way is clear… ready?”

Stephanie gave a nod.

Arja held her hand tightly, then with a sudden burst of speed the two girls bolted and ran for the alleyway.

“They’re rabbiting! Alec! Thomas! Containment!” barked the voice of Jacob Fullmoon as four men rushed after them. They were in non-descript white shirts and bluejeans and all had the same crew-cut hairstyle. These weren’t bunglers like Terrance, Franklin was serious now!

Stephanie felt her heart pound, THIS was why her mother was willing to go so far, the reality of it never really hit her until now… She’d seen how Fullmoons fought. They’d have relatives join militaries in various countries just to steal their techniques and tactics for use by the clan, and these four were clearly trained killers.

It hit her all at once, it suddenly wasn't just an abstract idea anymore or a potential threat... her grandfather wanted her dead.

The two girls raced through the city as fast as they could go, Arja gritting her teeth, “We need to get to the jungle…” she nodded, “I can get us somewhere safe, but its outside the city!”

Stephanie was already getting tired. She was a Fullmoon Witch sure, but otherwise she was as athletic as any other girl her age. “I… okay… just…” she gasped, they’d been sprinting for a full half mile now. Franklin’s assassins were keeping in close pursuit, but Arja knew Jaipur as well as Stephy knew Covington and was giving them a real run for their money.

Arja gave her a worried look, then nodded, “Hang on!” she said, and suddenly the hand holding Stephanie’s became a lot hairier. Arja shifted into her vanara form and pulled the exhausted witch onto her back, guiding her hands to wrap around her middle as she fell forward onto all fours, then leapt to a wall and pulled herself up it with lightning speed, leaping from rooftop to rooftop like a wild animal. As she ran she let out loud echoing cries and shrieks, sounding less human and more like a giant monkey as she went.

“Shapeshifter has transformed! She’s going for the rooftops!” came a voice from below… closer than she’d hoped. Arja gritted her teeth and poured on the speed! Her ancestry didn’t give her the same kind of insane strength that the men of Clan Fullmoon had, but monkeys were fast and excellent climbers! She just had to keep ahead of them… and then she saw the treeline and grinned.

“Almost there, hang on Stephanie…” she growled, and with a leap she dove from the last building and grabbed a branch, then swung to another and another! Arja swung from tree limb to tree limb, continuing to screech and hoot as she did!

“The jungle! Swords out lads, cut a path through!” shouted another Fullmoon assassin, and her grin widened. She could go through the trees, they couldn’t! In the jungle she’d be even faster.

She glanced back, seeing the steel slashing in the moonlight, then scowled, not as fast as she’d like though…

Twenty minutes later

Arja swung out of the last bit of the overgrowth, landing on hard weathered stones. Stephanie had gotten her breath back by now and let go of her shoulders, the girl looking around. “Where…” she asked.

Arja shook her head, “I’ll explain later! Follow me!” she nodded, heading deeper into what appeared to be a massive old building.

Stephanie nodded and quickly ran after her. Vines grew over most of it and there were creeper plants up most of the walls, but she could make out some kind of faded but still colorful mosaics under them in the moonlight.

Finally Arja skidded to a halt and turned, then growled as she heard four safeties click off one after the other. “End of the road girls…” came the voice of Jacob Fullmoon as he strode into view, his gun leveled at them.

Stephanie shook her head, “WHY?! Why does grandpa not want us to use any magic?! We’re hunters! We can’t all just use swords and guns!” she shouted.

“Doesn’t matter.” shrugged Jacob, “We’re just doing as our leader orders girl.”

Arja stood up and growled at them, “You guys are some special family huh? Willing to kill each other over something this idiotic. I know my family would never even think of that! We stand by each other no matter what!” she nodded, then smirked, “Lemme introduce you…”

A split second later their guns exploded as the bullet clips suddenly superheated! Their innate Fullmoon resilience saved them from losing their fingers, but they had lost their ranged weaponry! The four men looked up and around them in shock, and in the darkness golden fur shined…

All along the walls of the temple, above the arches, blocking the way out, were other golden-furred monkey people. Some dressed in traditional Indian dress, others in stuff as plain as jeans and a tee shirt.

Arja grinned at them, “Thought I was just making noise while you guys were chasing me? Jaipur is OUR home, and so are the jungles around it! I was calling MY family! You get ONE chance, go back to your ‘Patriarch’ and tell him that Stephanie Fullmoon is under the protection of Arja of the Vanara! If I even smell another of your warriors in our town again...” she growled, then several flames erupted around the Irishmen’s feet. “… they’re toast.”

Stephanie stared around her, just as surprised as they were. The Vanara had surrounded the temple without a sound, moving through the jungle as if it were a stroll down the street.

Jacob’s hand was an inch from his sword… but most of the monkeys who’d joined in the jungle were holding weapons themselves, and all of them were pointed at him and his allies. “You’d risk war against Clan Fullmoon for one girl?” he growled.

“You’d risk war against the Vanara for one girl? What the hell does he want her dead for?” she barked back.

Jacob snarled, “I don’t know and I don’t care. I have my orders.”

Stephanie watched her enraptured. Arja didn’t even flinch, she planned to call her allies as they fled, she planned it all out on the fly, and she’d caught four of her grandfather’s trained hunters with their pants down in doing so. Then she became aware that the moonlight was being blotted out.

She looked up and saw a massive ape-like creature standing behind them. She didn’t even hear him arrive.

“Your devotion to your leader is admirable… but blindly following his commands is folly. A warrior best serves their leader by knowing when to disobey so that he can serve him again tomorrow.” the huge creature spoke, and his voice had an odd stereo effect to it… and then the clouds drifted away from the moon and Stephanie’s eyes widened.

He had two faces, one on either side of his head and four arms, two folded over a massive barrel chest, two more resting on his hips. Like Arja his fur was a shining gold but streaked with red as well. “I am Akul, seventieth King of the Vanara and this one’s grandfather. You and your people are trespassing in our home and threatening my granddaughter and her friend. Leave, now, or we will remove you.” he warned, giving Jacob and his men a rather steely gaze, the words alternating between each of his mouths.

Jacob hesitated, then stood and lowered his hands. “… aye, we’re beaten this time. I will relay your message to Patriarch Franklin, but as for his reply…” he frowned, “… well, I hope protecting her is worth it to you.” he turned and waved for his men to follow, “We’re leaving boys, abort mission. We’re not starting a bloody war without our leader’s direct order to do so.”

Stephanie looked around, then slowly sank to the temple floor, shaking.

Arja watched them go, glaring until they were out into the jungle, then in an eyeblink she was next to the redheaded girl, “ARE YOU OKAY!?” she gasped, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t know if they could hear us and I couldn’t warn you without tipping them off that I was calling the rest of my tribe for help!” she chattered anxiously, her tail swishing behind her.

Akul chuckled at her, “So, this is the one you told us about little Arja…” he grinned, “My granddaughter came to me the night after you arrived and told me about your plight young lady… and how you helped her and my son-in-law drive back one of the naga’s warriors.”

Stephanie blushed up at him, “I… I mean I just… it was right there, I couldn’t just ignore it…” she muttered.

Akul nodded, “Many a braver warrior than you would have hesitated young lady, and the naga chose her ambush well. Our pact with divine Agni grants us mastery of flame, but that makes water our weakness. She waited until they were in a location where she would have the advantage. If not for your intervention the battle may well have ended in the naga’s favor.” he nodded, “You helped to protect my granddaughter in her time of need, it would be unworthy of the line of Hanuman to ignore you in yours.”

Arja looked up at him, “Yeah, but dad probably won’t like this…” she she sighed, “I mean, he can’t just ignore us getting attacked. What if we’re at home and it happens again?”

Stephanie frowned, the wheels turning in her head… “Dammit… yeah…” she muttered, “I mean… I can’t just stay here, I want to but… if I don’t go back then I’ll just be putting everyone here in danger… but… if I go back now…” she thought hard, “Dammit I wish Nelen was here… what would my brother do…” she muttered.

Then she remembered something he’d told her once, when she’d asked where he’d learned how to do all that more esoteric magic stuff. About a place that could do… well… anything!

“I… might have an idea…” she said, staring out into the Indian jungle. “A way that I could stay here, but also go home…” she nodded slowly.

Arja raised her eyebrow, “… uh… how?”

Stephanie grinned, “Um… don’t suppose your dad has business dealings in London?” she tried.

Akul and Arja shared a confused look, then Arja said, “Whats in London?” she asked.

“Well… its more London-adjacent really…” she replied, “… have you ever heard of a place called the Nightside?” she asked.

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[more-than-a-princess]

It was like something out of a Japanese manga. A slice-of-life high school story where one of the characters was a klutz who rivaled even the likes of Mikan Tsumiki, causing one embarrassment after another. But for as much as Kazuichi tested Sonia's patience and composure with every unfortunate attempt to garner her favor, she would've never wished his current fate to befall him: covered in searing hot coffee before tripping over his tray, landing in a dark brown puddle of shame. If he hadn't gotten their attention before, he now had the eyes of every patron and staff member in the building fixed on him. In disgust, in pity, a mix of both.

Sonia shook her head. She couldn't very well leave him like that. With a gentle sigh, she knelt beside him in a spot that was, thankfully, coffee-free. "Here, please take this," She told him, rummaging through her purse before presenting a white handkerchief to him, with a border of stitched green leaves and a corner embroidered with a pink rose and the letter 'S' in looping gold thread. "For your face, at least. it'll be more pleasant against your skin than the paper napkins, I'd imagine." That, and she doubted they'd be effective in mopping up all the coffee, and possibly blood from his fall. Hopefully he hadn't broken anything.

"Will you allow me to get you another coffee, too?" She asked with a hesitant smile. The look she gave the barista, however, wasn't hesitant in the least, the young woman rolling her eyes before going back to her machine, leaving another employee behind the counter to keep ringing up orders.

It wouldn't solve the public humiliation, but it at least would remedy something. Kazuichi didn't just seem tired, he looked exhausted by something or other. Did he have an important project for school, Sonia wondered. But they had no exams in the immediate future, and their freeform curriculum was meant to be challenging yet manageable. Still, he was in no state to keep on with what he was doing or where he was going: he'd hit his head. He could, she considered, be concussed: she needed to keep him awake and talking, or at least that was what her diagnostic medical training had reminded her to do. Mandatory military training had many uses, beyond firing a tank or rocket launcher.

"Drink your coffee with me, at my table," She urged him while helping him to his feet, without thinking better of it. Regrets, should they occur, would be a problem for her future self. "Have you eaten recently, Soda-san? It might help to have something to eat here before you carry on with your day. What would you like?"

Note to self: panicking when sleep-deprived is NOT a good idea.

Not that there was much he could do to stop it. Once his anxiety was triggered, it was all downhill from there — his mind just won’t cooperate with him. Amid his panicked state, the mechanic had started contemplating the most absurd ideas. What if he just… downed the coffee, then thought about his problem after being a bit more awake? What if he took the coffee and just booked it? What if he tried to open a tab? Do cafes even do that? What if, what if…

Thankfully, his spiraling thoughts came to a halt when a familiar voice snapped him out of his mind. A very familiar voice, actually, one there was no way he would ever not recognize. He dazedly glanced over, and – sure enough – it was Sonia.

Sonia!

Sonia… paid for his coffee! A wave of warm gratitude filled his chest, momentarily breaking out of his sleep-deprived state. She was an angel sent from heaven! A princess in shining armor!! Except without the armor part, and the saying was a prince in shining armor, and… Wait, what was he doing?? His face flushed in embarrassment, realizing the princess had seen his lame blunder. She paid for him, too…

“Y-yeah,” he lied, “just… u-um, forgot… my wallet at…. home,” he lied again, because really, admitting being broke as fuck wpuld pretty lame, wouldn’t it? “T-thank you, Miss Sonia. I uh, I’ll pay you back double! W-when… I find my purse… er, wallet.” Too high-strung to continue talking, he took the tray in hand, taking a step towards the door, before realizing that, “this isn’t takeout, u-uh.” Welp. Making a too quick 180°, he ended up tripping on nothing, losing his footing and tumbling over, and now there was hot coffee all over the floor and on himself and it kind of burned but he had to play this off he’s already embarrassed himself enough for the day.

“I-it’s okay–! I’ll clean this up!!” He told both the facepalming barista and the princess, hurriedly trying to stand up only to slip on the tray he left on the floor, landing face-first on the floor. It hurt, a lot, but he bit back the tears, his dignity hanging on the fact that hey, maybe he still can play this off in front of Sonia. “…M-man, I sure do love me some… tray-skiing.”

Perfect, he aced that.

[steveharringtonat3am]

Mutual masturbation with Eddie

kinktober masterlist!

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

word count: 911

warnings: dirty thoughts, little friends to lovers, masturbation (male and female)

“So…what did you pick for movie night?” I ask my best friend, who is currently shoving his face full of candy.

“Uhhh some rom-com? Steve said you’d like it.” He shows me the cover and I take it, skimming the summary on the back.

“About last night? It looks…interesting.” My eyes widen when I read the tagline, the mentions of sex already making me nervous. It was bad enough I had a huge crush on Eddie, I didn’t need a racy movie to get me even more hot and bothered around him.

“It better be or I’m gonna smack Harrington. I’m tired of falling asleep on your couch.” He shifts closer to me, passing me the bowl of popcorn.

“Aw but then I won’t get to see you drool!” I grin as he mock-gasps.

“I do not drool!”

“You so do!” I giggle and pop the tape into the player, before settling back into my spot. I can feel Eddie’s body heat and I have to fight the urge to snuggle up to him.

Once the movie starts to play, I’m already shifting around. I hadn’t expected it to be so…explicit.

“You alright? Look a little…uncomfortable.” He reaches over to pat my knee and I just nod. Meanwhile, my head is full of dirty thoughts as the characters passionately makeout on screen. I push the blanket further down my body, sipping my soda as I try to cool down.

“This is an…interesting movie.” Eddie remarks as the characters start to fuck. I glance over at him to see his hand start to adjust his sweatpants and as I let my eyes trail a little higher-

God this movie night is gonna be the death of me.

“If you wanna take care of…that I don’t m-mind.” I get the words out as quick as possible, eyes glued to the screen so I don’t have to deal with his reaction.

“Yeah? Cause you’ve been squirming an awful lot, princess. So if you wanna take care of yourself too, I wouldn’t mind.” I finally turn to lock eyes with him. He’s grinning at me and I decide that fuck it, I might as well.

“Okay.” I can see the shock on his face as I slide out of my sweatpants, leaving me in nothing but a simple pair of cotton panties. Eddie’s eyes are trained on the area between my legs and I start to get a little shy.

“Stop staring, Ed!” He just smirks and starts to undo his pants as well.

“I can’t help it. Just so pretty.” I feel my thighs clench together at the praise and I watch him notice.

When he’s left in his tight black briefs, I start to slowly drag my fingers up and down my thighs. I let my eyes flutter shut and try to pretend like I’m not about to masturbate with my best friend watching. I slip my hand into my panties and I hear a slight noise of complaint from Eddie.

“You’re not gonna take ‘em off? I have my dick out here, least you can do is take off your panties.” He even pulls out the puppy dog eyes and I sigh as I tug my panties off. I toss them at Eddie, who catches them with a wide grin.

“Thanks. I needed a place to cum.” If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely was now.

“J-just be quiet, Munson.” The second my eyes land on his cock, I close them. I was not ready for how fucking perfect is looks and I feel my mouth starting to water.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” I start to slowly circle my clit and I hear a soft moan escape Eddie’s mouth. I finally gather the courage to open my eyes and nearly have a heart attack at the sight of him. His head is thrown back, eyes barely open as his hand slowly pumps up and down his cock. It’s a slow but even pace and I start to match it with every circle of my clit.

My head flashes with images of Eddie and I, tangled together like the characters of the movie. Kissing him and touching him and just being with him. The fantasy is so perfect and I let myself get lost in it.

“Fuck you’re so pretty, angel.” He mumbles it but I hear him all the same.

“Th-thank you.” I barely get the words out as my orgasm gets closer and closer. Eddie’s hand starts moving faster, his eyes trained on the hand between my legs.

“Are you gonna cum babe? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?” The dirty talk is too much for me, and I moan loudly as I work myself through a mindblowing orgasm. Far away, I watch Eddie groan, cumming into my panties and slowly stroking himself as his cock softens.

“That-that was a good movie.”

2 days later, Eddie arrived at Family video with a huge grin as he returned a tape. Robin took one look at him and groaned as Steve cheered.

“What? What’s going on?” Eddie questions as Steve takes the tape.

“Oh nothing you need to worry about Munson. Just glad you enjoyed the movie.”

He doesn’t see Robin slip Steve a twenty.

hope you enjoyed!!

[peachywise]

Lessons in Honesty: part 2

steve harrington x reader

chapter 2  

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: hello hello!! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter of this series. if you haven’t read it, feel free to click the link to part one above!! i love this chapter-- my jokes are stupid, and eddie is fun. no trigger warning that i can think of, so please enjoy!!

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"Pipsqueak, catch!"

There was no reason for Eddie to say catch. He had tossed it before he called out, knowing you wouldn't have time. It only resulted in you turning your head at just the right moment for the shirt to smack onto your face. At least it was a soft object. He'd done the same thing with a soda can once, and while you managed to step out of the way, it exploded on you when it landed on the ground.

Gripping the thin cotton shirt, you dropped it on your lap with a slight scowl at the curly-haired boy. Of course, that infectious grin of his that transformed his face from serious indifference to an overwhelming brightness that made you think you had suddenly stroked out couldn't be ignored. You ended up laughing and shaking your head exasperatedly. "Yeah, thanks for that!" You replied, standing up to tug the baseball tee over top of the shirt you were already wearing.

Your other Hellfire shirt had been stained, and it took them a while to get a new one made. And it wasn't from the soda can, by the way. Those stains came out just fine. Instead, the culprit was a leaky pen in the middle of math class. You almost wish it had been because of the soda incident. 

"White's your colour. Innocent, pure— fitting for someone who's never taken a single misstep. Then again, there is a demon on it. Can't be all innocent if you're in the 'satanic' D&D club." One might think this sort of thing sounded flirty given his assessing gaze and smirk, but it was clear it wasn't when it came out of Eddie's mouth. It was just a taunt, a tease, and one he knew would wiggle its way under your skin.

"If you'd have tacked on virginal to that sentence, I would have kicked your ass," you deadpanned.

His smirk stayed the same. "Didn't need to. You just said it for me."

"Whatever," you muttered, fiddling with the strap of your backpack as you readjusted it on your shoulder. Way to be smooth. Argue with him as a means to get his attention. Maybe you felt awkward because you were alone with him in the club room. You barely ever spent any time with Eddie alone. Not for lack of wanting, but what were you going to do? Invite him to watch a movie or something? He'd probably either laugh at you or think you were talking about it in terms of the Hellfire Club, and everyone would tag along anyway. You were shocked enough at lunch when Eddie asked you to meet him here after class. You'd gotten your hopes up about it, thinking of the things he might want to talk to you about in private, out of view of the others.

Turns out it was just because he had your shirt here.

All those hopes got kicked like the little puppy he saw you as.

"You impatient or something?" Eddie continued on, your gaze averting from the scuff on your shoe back up to him again. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed like he intended to stay for a while. Maybe there was something more he wanted to talk to you about.

"Got Harrington waiting for you again?"

Uh.

"What?" You questioned in a voice too high-pitched to be brushed off as casual. You were rooted to your spot on the floor.

"I saw you leaving in his car a couple of days ago," he merely shrugged.

That was the day Steve mentioned that stupid plan about fake dating to get Eddie's attention. You hadn't talked to him since, had honestly just brushed off the whole thing as something completely out of the realm of possibility. But for Eddie to have noticed that? And bring it up? There was no way.

"Yeah, he uh-" you cleared your throat, repeating the term be cool repeatedly in your head as if it might work. "He's friends with my sister." You felt like more words should have been tacked onto the end of that sentence. It barely even answered his question at all. But what else could you say without stupidly rambling about it? It's not like he actually cared or anything like that. He was just asking to make small talk. Probably.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, pushing himself away from the table to saunter closer to you in that loose goofy-ish way he sometimes did. "Ah," he breathed out as if it all made sense. "So you're just like the other kiddos he hangs around with then? Didn't think you needed to be babysat."

Christ. You should have elaborated more.

"No," you reared back, a small frown pulling at your lips at the implication he saw you as some sort of… baby. "I mean, we're like… friends too. Outside of my sister. We hang out." That was a bit (or a lot) of a stretch, but it was closer to the truth than the implication you were like the Hellfire freshmen. You didn't really feel like picking up the nickname 'Henderson 2.0.'

"You hang out?" Eddie said, his question coming from a place that sounded like doubt and not genuine curiosity. He smiled, nodding his head slowly. "Okay. Alright. Didn't take his type as the sort of crowd you'd willingly hang around with, but maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Well, he's got all the good hair products, so," you attempted a joke. You were thankful Eddie let out one chuff of a laugh, his smile growing a bit wider, maybe less distanced.

He moved closer to you and put his hand on your head, mussing up your hair as you swatted his arm and tried to step back. Nothing knocks you down a level than your crush hair ruffling you. "You need them," he joked around, moving away and closer to the door. Eddie gave an exaggerated twist out of the frame, only to lean back in and give you a small salute. "See you later, Pip." And with that, he was gone.

And all you could say to yourself as you stared at the empty space he used to be was a disbelieving and whispered, "holy shit."

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You'd been pacing around your room for a few minutes now, trying to talk yourself out of what you were planning to do. It was getting so bad that you left track marks on your old and faded carpet. Granted, you tended to pace a lot, so it was from years of endless back and forth. That's the price of anxiety.

But hey, this was an anxiety-inducing situation! You were going to agree to fake date Steve. Mentally, it was a lot, especially when you'd been so hell-bent on saying no. It wasn't until you and Eddie's talk today that it all flew out the window. He just had to go and bring up Steve, didn't he? You weren't so naïve to think that it was some sort of jealous reaction on Eddie's part. At least, not in the way you were hoping it was. But it was enough of a reaction that you thought maybe Steve's stupid plan might work in the long run.

Letting out a long sigh to try and release some of that pressure bubbling inside you, you stopped where you were and grabbed your phone, dialling before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

"What's up, you got Steve at Family Video. How can I help?" Came a bored tone on the other end of the line. You took one more calming breath.

"I'll do it."

All went silent, the only sound a soft humming buzz from the receiver.

"…Rent a video?"

"No!" You raised your voice, though you quickly cleared your throat and settled yourself back down. The last thing you needed was Robin coming in here and asking what you were doing. This was one of the only days she didn't work with Steve, and you got lucky with that. "No, I mean I'll date you. I mean fake date you—whatever. Can I meet you after work?"

"Buckley? Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure," Steve replied in a sort of robotic tone. It sounded like his thoughts hadn't entirely caught up with his mouth. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'll tell you about it later. What time are you off? Nine?"

He must have found something about the interaction funny because he let out one puff of a winded laugh. "Just after. You don't have to walk all the way here. I'll come pick you up—"

"And have Robin see? No. She'd just hop in your car and think you're here for her. I'll see you then."

Steve started to say your name in protest again, but it was too late. You took the phone away from your ear and hung up the line.

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"What's the plan?"

You were being blunt, but it wasn't without reason. It was understandable that your nerves were on edge. You've never done anything like this before. Being stuffed up in this car didn't help with the weird suffocating feeling building up in your lungs. You were barely even looking at him, instead finicking with the seatbelt strap, focusing on ignoring the automatic urge to clip it on anytime you got into a car. You would have preferred talking outside at that picnic bench over there, but Steve complained that it was too cold and said— as if it were his motto— 'get in the damn car.'

"Oh, how was work, you asked?" He jovially said, catching your eye as you turned your attention to him with a blank stare. "Yeah, it was great. I had some guy return an empty E.T. case and told me government officials took it for evidence." Ah. So it was passive aggressiveness. Nice. Still, it deflated some of the nerves you had built up over these past couple of hours of waiting. You visibly relaxed in your seat.

"Pleasantries. How could I forget." You offered back, repressing a tiny smile. "Did he at least seem remorseful about it?"

"Nope. Chucked the thing at me and ran out of the store." Steve continued with a shake of his head. "Idiot forgot I can still find his information on file."

The wonders of technology. You felt bad for laughing, but it was pretty bizarre. It deserved a laugh. "You should call him up and pretend to be the FBI. Tell him you reported him for involving the government in an elaborate lie."

Steve grinned. "I think impersonating the FBI is a federal offence, but I'll keep that in mind."

The smile you'd been trying to fight back won out and morphed into a grin similar to Steve's. Maybe it made some sense why so many girls fawned at his feet in high school. He had a pretty nice smile.

"Alright, so you going to tell me what changed your mind?"

Oh. Right. No distractions. Not that Steve's smile was all that distracting. Really.

"Yeah," you blinked, turning your head away as you let go of the seatbelt and crossing your arms comfortably over your chest. "Eddie brought you up today. I guess he saw me get into your car the last time." Steve's eyebrow quirked at that, but you didn't want him to get any wrong ideas about what that may have meant. "I don't think it was jealousy," you quickly added, sitting up a bit straighter. "At least not in the way I'd hope for. I think it annoys him that Dustin and the guys sometimes hang out with you, and he lumped me in with them or something."

"But he noticed it?" His words prodded you like a joking poke to your side.

"He noticed it," you confirmed lightly, breezily. Not as if you had replayed the scene multiple times in your head since then, trying to dissect Eddie's movements, facial tics, and every single change in his tone of voice.

"Then it seems we've made a deal?" Steve looked at you expectedly, his grin even wider as he held out his hand for what looked to be a fist bump. You rolled your eyes but gave him one anyway.

"Yes, but--" you started, watching him lower his hand with a wary look. Jesus, what the hell was he expecting you to say? That it'd cost him his firstborn? Or worse, all his bottles of hairspray? "We need a plan to go about this. I don't think anyone in their right mind would believe that we just started dating out of the blue. I've only really hung out with you when Robin was around."

Steve nodded his head as you spoke. "You're right," he muttered, a faraway look taking over his features as his brow furrowed in a way that was becoming increasingly familiar to you. His thinking face. And oh, how serious it was.

It only took him a few seconds to snap out of it, and he did by clapping his hands very loudly. So loudly, in fact, that you jumped in your seat and a slight ring buzzed in your ears. You mumbled a soft curse under your breath as you brought a hand up to rub at your temple.

"Then we just tell people we're hanging out at first and progress from there. I'll pick you up sometimes from class, and we'll just chill or go get some food or something. If we're gonna be fake dating, it's probably a good thing we learn more about one another anyway."

Okay. Okay, yeah, that could work. Better yet—

"We can always set up some weird scenario for whoever to walk in on to make it seem like they've 'discovered' we're more than friendly. It'll probably be the only way Robin believes it given my uh—" How does one say this without making it sound as juvenile as it was. "Infatuation with Eddie." Great. That sounded way more natural.

"Define a weird scenario."

Shit. You'd been so wrapped up in your own ideas that you didn't even notice the odd look Steve was giving you. It was easy to tell where his thoughts had drifted to. You smacked his arm. "I'm not talking about sex, you idiot. I mean kissing and jumping apart or something. Fake kissing. We should make that a rule. I'm okay with hand-holding or hugs, but we should draw a clear line."

"Rules on kissing. Never imagined fake dating could be so romantic," Steve joked.

"If I wanted romance lessons, I'd go somewhere else," you retorted. This was clearly an arrangement of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less.

Steve gave a mock-wounded look. Brat.

"Okay, so hugging and touching or whatever is fine then?"

"If you're comfortable with that?" You realized you never really clarified what he was expecting or willing to do out of this arrangement.

He snorted. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my pastor if it will ruin my relationship with God."

A simple 'yes' would have sufficed just fine.

"We'll just take it as we go, okay? We pre-plan all this shit, and we won't come off natural at all. Robin will try sticking her nose in this anyway, so the more we just behave like ourselves, the less weird it will be," Steve continued.

He was right. It settled your mind enough that you were no longer trying to choreograph specific actions in your head that you could whip out on a dime. However, it was still going to be weird. It was going to be something hard to adjust to. You'd be spending a lot more time with Steve Harrington than you ever thought you would. Maybe you could finally make sense of how the hell your sister and him struck up a friendship in the first place, given how much she complained about him when she first started working at Scoops Ahoy.

"She'll try to kill us, you know." You didn't even need to say who the 'she' was, it was so apparent. The act of keeping something from Robin didn't exactly sit well, but even if you told her the truth about this, it would never work. She'd still pressure Steve about Nancy and then spoil your secret with her inability to keep her mouth shut for more than five seconds at a time. You loved her, but damn was she bad at secret-keeping. Look at how long she lasted before she blabbed your crush on Eddie to Steve.

"She won't kill me. You'll just find my balls cut off in your freezer," Steve grimaced, staring at the lone street lamp outside in silence for a few seconds.

Then you laughed. And he laughed. And everything was right in the world.

"They won't take up much space," you stated with your most innocent smile.

Steve glanced at you. "Thanks, yeah. Very mature of you," he muttered. Still, you saw him fighting back to keep his mouth from grinning wide and laughing again.

As everything within you started to emotionally wind down, you were getting prepared to leave when Steve reached into his pockets for his keys. He asked, "so when's your next club thing? I'll pick you up from that. That way Eddie and the other losers will see."

You watched as he put the keys in the ignition and turned his car on. What the hell? "Uh… Friday. It'll end late at around eight-thirty, or nine?" you replied with confusion, quickly following it up with a "Steve, I'm still in your car," in case he somehow forgot. You wouldn't put it past him.

"I know that," Steve deadpanned, the car lurching forward. "I'm taking you home."

You started to protest, but that demanding paternalistic voice he sometimes had came out clear when he cut you off. "I'll drop you off a block before your house. Robin won't see, so stop flipping out."

You weren't flipping out. Yet. You might have, but there really wasn't much to complain about if you could get out a block before your house. Not that you could really complain about someone offering you a ride home. It was too nice of a gesture. Especially when he didn't have to.

"Thanks, Steve," you replied a little quieter.

Steve peered towards you for a second from the corner of his eye as he shifted in his seat. "You're welcome."

There was a beat of silence.

"I feel bad I never told you that your zipper has been undone this entire time now."

Looking down and back up again with an admittedly impressive speed, Steve slapped his hand hard on his steering wheel. "Oh, come on!" He gave a pissed-off shout as he used the other hand to clumsily pull it back up.

Yikes. It was probably like that his whole shift then, huh?

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tag list: @rexorangecouny @simonsbluee @felicityofbakerstreet

[skinnyducky]

unexpected visits // v.h.

I got this idea from a movie (She's Out of My League). This scene in particular was one that nearly made me piss my pants and I knew I had to write something similar to it. I just really wanted to do something so kooky and funny and I felt this definitely fits that. I categorized this as fluff but idk. N E ways, here it is. Hope y'all enjoy it!

link to part 2

Word Count: 1420, slightly edited

WARNING: sexual themes, heavy make out session, language (once again...I think), mention of alcohol, and a very flustered vinnie

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You threw your head back in laughter as Vinnie had cracked another joke. You two had just left your date at BOA Steakhouse and due to the night being so great, you decided to invite Vin back to your apartment to hang out. Granted, you had no intentions of giving him the goods, at least not yet. You didn’t want to rush into that with this relationship. With so many of your previous relationships, you’d give it up and then they’d leave. You didn’t want that with Vinnie. Hell, you at least wanted him to meet your parents before any of that.

“You are a mess,” you giggled, stopping in front of your apartment door.

“Eh, I try to not to be.” He replied, making a funny face.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your keys. You fumbled a bit before finding the key to your apartment. As you opened the door, you immediately dropped your bag and headed straight for the kitchen.

“You want anything to drink? A soda or water?” You asked, opening your fridge. “I think I may even have a White Claw or two.”

“Just a water’s fine.”

You nodded and grabbed two waters. You watched from behind the kitchen island as he glanced around your apartment, admiring the décor.

“This is a really nice place.” He gasped. “It’s even nicer than-…”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the horse of a dog that stood right before him. He gulped and backed away as the male Doberman began to growl at him.

“What the hell is that?” Vinnie asked, holding his hand out in defense.

Giggling, you walked out from behind the counter. “That’s Mac. I’m watching him for a while until my family gets back from Puerto Rico.”

“Oh wow,” Vinnie replied, “he’s got some teeth on him.”

“Yeah, you should sit down. He hates when people stand up; makes him antsy.”

Vinnie wasted no time taking a seat on your sofa. Mac took note of this and laid down. Taking your place on the sofa next to Vinnie, you passed him his water before taking a drink of yours. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to do or talk about. That was until you grew tired of the quietness and decided to make a move. You leaned in close to him and grabbed his chin to make him face you. The two of you stared deep into each other’s eyes, slowly moving in closer until your lips brushed against each other, but before you could get any closer, you pulled back.

“Wait…wait,” you breathed. “I’m really want to, but I don’t wanna move too fast, y’know?”

“No, no…I get it, I totally do.”

“Believe me, I want to so bad, but…I just don’t want you to leave.”

He furrowed his brows. “Wha-…Why would I leave, Y/n?”

“Because everyone else does. Every time I meet someone nice, I get pretty generous and give it up within the first couple of days and then never hear from them again. I just don’t want that with you.” You explained, cradling yourself.

Vinnie sighed, wrapping an arm around you. He gave you a comforting smile and pulled you into his side.

“Y/n, I like you so much, I didn’t even think it was possible to like someone so much. So, regardless of whether or not we do anything, I have no plans on dipping anytime soon. Heck, I tend to be pretty generous too.”

You smirked to yourself. Never once has someone made you feel so secure, so warm inside. You knew Vinnie was definitely the one, and you also knew that you wanted him here and now. Without a thought about, you straddled him—much to his surprise. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before attaching your lips to his. As expected, the kiss was better than you ever could’ve imagined. All you could focus on was how amazing his lips felt against yours. It was like they were sculpted for each other. Not to mention, his were so soft, it made you nearly faint at the slightest touch.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Your lips then found their way to his cheek, to his jawline, and then ended at the base of his neck. He groaned and moaned, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame. You continued to nip at his neck, all while steadily grinding in his lap.

“Oh my god,” he breathed against your ear. You mentally smiled at this and kept up with what you were doing.

Poor Vinnie felt helpless against you. Never had been with someone who could make him feel the way he felt with you. It was as if he was merely nothing but putty in your hands. And he like it.

He swallowed a large lump in his throat, feeling himself nearing the edge as you proceeded to roll your hips. He couldn’t help it, he knew the longer you worked your magic, the sooner he would burst.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Though, as he practically creamed his drawers, the doorbell rang. You immediately stopped what you were doing and hopped off of Vinnie. To his dismay, he glanced down at the crotch of his jeans to find a small dark spot. With a groan, he tried rubbing his hand against it, hoping the spot would go away.

You were completely oblivious to what was going on with the boy. You had adjusted yourself and then ran to open the door, revealing none other than your grinning parents.

“Mom, dad!?” You squealed as they pulled you into a hug.

Vinnie nearly lost his shit as he heard those names leave your mouth. What the hell could your parents be doing here, especially at this hour of night. “This can’t get any worse,” he thought to himself.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You said as you led your parents into your living room.

“Well, we were but your father’s job called, and we had to leave earlier than expected.” Your mom spoke. Her eyes went around the room before landing on Vinnie, who now sat cross-legged on your coach. “Y/n, who’s your little friend?” she smiled.

“Oh, this is Vinnie!” You laughed.

Your dad stepped up beside you sticking his hand out at Vinnie. “Y/f/n Y/l/n,” your dad greeted, obviously trying to intimidate Vinnie.

Instead of getting up to shake his hand, Vinnie remained seated with his arm out. The distance between the two wasn’t small enough for him to reach, and knowing your dad, he wasn’t about to move. Once Vinnie figured this out, he retracted his arm and shook his head.

“U-uh, nope. I’m not really a, uh, a handshaker. You know, germaphobe and all of that.” said Vinnie. “I’m sure you guys are uh…tired and worn out from your flight. You should, um, take a seat and…stuff.”

You and your family stared at the boy in confusion for a minute. After a few seconds of awkward silence, your mom took a seat at the end of the couch.

“Germaphobe.” Your dad huffed to himself, sitting next to Vinnie.

You contained your embarrassment—not only for Vinnie, but for yourself—and sat down in the armchair. Vinnie began at attempting to make small talk, hoping that he could still win your parents over, but that was cut short when Mac found his way over to Vinnie. The large dog began sniffing at the stain as if he was smelling a homecooked meal.

“Oh no, Mac.” Vinnie whined.

You and your family watched in bewilderment as the dog proceed to growl during his sniff session.

“Mac.” Your dad said, snapping at him to get his attention.

Trying to push Mac away didn’t help either in Vinnie’s case; Mac was too determined to get to the bottom of what he was smelling. So, doing the only thing he could do, Vinnie stood up onto your couch and stepped over your parents. Reaching the end, he hopped off and turned to look at the frowning couple.

“I, uh…thank you for having me. This has been really great.” He said, turning to look at you. “Goodnight.”

And with that, the boy rushed out of your apartment, nearly tripping over himself along the way. You could do nothing but look at your parents with a worried grin.

“That’s, uh…that’s Vinnie for you.” You chuckled.

[gabymenma]

Is this Love?

-Part Two-

Peter Ballard x Reader

Warnings: none

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You looked back up to the door handle and notice a pair of hands on the door already, you slowly turn your head to see your father behind you (keeping a safe distance ofc.) 'Dr.Brenner is everything alright?' he asked professionally.

Geez, it sounded so weird your father calling you something else other than sweetie and daughter. 'Oh, yes Papa, just nervous that's all.' you took a big gulp, you looked more further back and you can see Peter smiling at you. Oh God. you thought. Why is he smiling? Is he trying to make me more embarrassed right now?? Your father or Papa opened the door and you saw all the children gather up into 2 lines.

'Children we will begin our lessons today, please follow me. 005, open the door please.' 005 followed Papa instructions and opened the door for everyone, Papa opened the door for them while he was the last one to leave the room.

Everyone followed him into a large room where there was a table with a soda can and two guards near the door. You could tell what was going to happen.

Papa called 002 first to demonstrate for everyone, he closed his eyes for a while and opened them again making the soda can crush. Papa looked excited and was writing on his bulletin board. You also decided to write some stuff down.

'Alright wonderful! Who wants to go next?' Papa said looking around and landed his eyes on 011. '011 why don't you go?' Everyone eyes landed on her, you decided to look at her and give a slight smile whispering 'You can do it!'

She went to sit down while one of the guards put a net over her head, the net could sense her heart beats and write down on a program. 011 closed her eyes trying to focus on the can but it seems she can't do it. You look at Papa and he nods his head. You walk over to 011 and tell her 'It's fine take deep breaths and don't force yourself if you can't do it.' You can hear the kids snickering , 'Ignore them. We can take lessons after this if you'd like' 011 smiled and you walked back to your spot near the machine. 011 tried again but Papa stopped her, 'It's fine 011 go with Dr.Brenner to the study room.'

You and 011 walk out while the others are practicing, you see Peter outside. 'Hello y/n, hello 011.' Peter said formerly with his hands cupped together in front of him. 'Hi Peter' you replied back 011 replied by 'Hello Sir'.

Peter asked 'Where are you guys heading to? Lessons aren't over yet.' Perhaps Papa hasn't told him yet so you informed him how you were going to teach 011 more lessons to strengthen her powers a bit, at-least useful enough so she can crush a can. Peter decided to help as well since he had no more duty for the day until night time.

You accepted his help and walked to your office. Your office wasn't as spacious as Papas' but it was still decent. You had a painting of a cherry tree, which was very pretty to you because of the color. On your desk there was a small fake plant, keeping a real one wouldn't be ideal since there was no sun and you wouldn't have time to take care of it. You had a bookshelf of books you'd like to read during free time and some binders containing files.

You pulled out a extra chair for Peter to sit on but he insisted and we to get it himself. You sat on your comfortable chair and 011 sat on the opposite side. You started to begging your lesson.

'Alright 011, lets begin by clearing your mind.' You played a calm song on the small radio near the bookshelf. 'Relax. Just close your eyes and take deep breaths.' You informed 011 touching her shoulders to feel comfort for her.

You could feel her heart was slowing down. You took out a can from the trash and placed it on the desk. You proceeded to tell 011 to perform the task. She was focusing a little more this time but still couldn't crush it. Peter stepped up and told her, 'Think of a sad or angry memory, that could be a little trick.' You looked at him confusedly. Why a angry memory?

011 closed her eyes once more and this time it was successful. She crushed the can. But there was blood on her nose, you grabbed a napkin from your coat and gave it to her so she can clean it up. 'Good Job.' Peter told her as he was exiting the room. 'Wait.' You said walking to the door behind Peter. 'Where are you going?' he looked back at you. He smiled. 'I have to do something I'll be back soon.' he said. He moved his head near your ear and whispered 'Meet me back here at 8pm.' It was only 6pm. You nodded and let him go do his stuff. You went back to 011 and let her go back to her room since lessons were already over.

Siting back in a small couch in your office reading a book, you wondered what Peter wanted to see you back here again.

There possibly wasn't anything to discuss about other than details about the children. But those were personal and could only be talked about with Papa. Nobody else. You looked back at the clock it was now 7:30. 30 more minutes to go.

You played your favorite song 'Dream a Little Dream of Me'. You continue to read a random book your hand landed on. And suddenly you dozed off. Thinking of a nice and peaceful dream.

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Reminder, you can read up to part 4 on wattpad! My user is shuixhy on there.

[mianavs]

No Escape

You wanted to start a new life but your old one wasn’t done with you just yet

Osamu x runaway!reader

a piece i wrote for @sugawara-sweetheart​ ‘s decadence collab 

a/n: heavily inspired by my time working at a restaurant minus the hot boss bit. using Kobe as the location of Miya Onigiri 

tw: smut, assault, implied imprisonment

wc: 1.8k+

It’s only been three months since you ran away to Kobe but you’re already settling comfortably into your new life.

The studio you’re renting is tiny and the faint smell of mildew doesn’t leave no matter how much baking soda and vinegar you use to clean the walls and floors—you can’t stand the smell of bleach. Nevertheless, it’s warm and inviting after a long day at work when all you want to do is collapse on your bed to give your weary legs a break. Most importantly, it’s your home and no one is there to lock you in while taking away the key.

Your work is hands-down the best thing about your life. There is no where you’d rather be than in a hot kitchen with sweat dripping down your face as you chop ingredients, sauté vegetables, and plate your creations. It all started with a home economics class in high school that led you into accepting a scholarship to a culinary school that you attended for a year before your life was turned upside down by—

“Y/N! The order! Is it done?”

Your head snaps up to find your boss Osamu Miya drumming his fingers on the counter as he stares you down, thick brows knitted together. You suck in a breath and dart your eyes down to the three onigiri that have yet to be coated with Furikake seasoning. Swiftly, you press the seasoning onto the rice balls before handing the plate over to your boss.

“Done!”

Osamu looks up from the plate and lets his eyes linger on you before nodding wordlessly and taking the food to the customer. It’s a busy Friday evening and you’re understaffed again so Osamu’s waiting tables while you’re working the kitchen along with two other cooks. The orders pile up on the line and adrenaline courses through your veins as you dart around the kitchen gathering ingredients and dodging your coworkers.

Shifts like these drain all your energy and by the time the clock hits 10pm, your legs feel as if they’ll fall off at any moment. Still, you don’t mind the hectic rushes during the day because they keep you from revisiting the painful memories you keep buried away in the darkest recesses of your mind.

Cleaning up after a long busy shift is the hardest part about working at a restaurant like Onigiri Miya. The building is old and the unwelcome critters like to come out at night, so Osamu is quite anal about storing ingredients and cleaning.

It’s not that you hate cleaning but obsessive cleanliness makes your blood run cold and your throat close up until you can’t breathe. It takes you back to that pristine home that became your own personal hell.

You’re scrubbing the outside of the huge metal rice cooker when one of your coworkers lets out a yelp which is followed by the sound of splashing water. The acrid fumes of bleach assault your nose and you look down to see your shoes covered with the cleaning agent.

The scrub sponge slips from your hand as a wave of nausea sweeps over you. Bile rises up your throat and you grip onto the nearby wall to get on your feet before staggering to the bathroom.

The flickering lights of the dingy bathroom distort your vision further but you make a beeline to the sink regardless. You turn on the hot water and pump a ridiculous amount of soap before frantically rubbing your hands together until your skin is red and raw. Your heart hammers inside your heaving chest and hot tears blur your vision as the voice that haunts your nightmares rings in your ears.

Filthy

Dirty

Gross

You’ll never be clean without me

You nearly jump out of your skin when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. Every muscle in your body tenses painfully and a single thought echoes in your head like a mantra.

He found me

He found me

He found me

But it isn’t him. It’s Osamu forcing you to face him as his fingers dig into your shoulders. Suddenly, you can breathe again and you deflate like a balloon.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I got you.” His rich voice never fails to calm you down during your panic attacks and you wonder how you ever got so lucky to have him as a boss and—

He pulls you to him, pressing his lips against yours in an abrupt kiss. He coaxes you to submit with every languid stroke of his tongue, every touch that burns through your clothes, every groan that rumbles in his chest. Your body always resists him at first and you wonder if it’s due to the wounds of your past that still feel fresh or the inappropriateness of your relationship because Osamu is your boss. Those thoughts eventually melt away along with your resistance and you open up to him in more ways than one.

It’s your first time at his flat but you don’t see much of it because he has you against his front door as soon as you cross the threshold. His lips latch on to your sensitive neck, swiping his teeth against your skin and littering it with marks. It isn’t until his hand buries itself inside your undone pants that your lustful haze dampens.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Your protest falls on deaf ears as Osamu palms your throbbing clit and pushes two long digits into your needy cunt. A jolt of pleasure runs through your body and you grasp at his shoulders, hair, and back while he pumps his fingers at a fast but steady pace.

From your previous trysts at the restaurant, Osamu already knows his way around the fleshy walls of your cunt and aims toward that spot that has you coming undone in minutes. You’re keening and holding on to him for dear life when your release washes over you and covers his entire hand and wrist. Like clockwork, shame and terror take root and a cruel husky voice embedded in your memory resurfaces.

Dirty

That one word is all it takes for you to unlatch yourself from Osamu and glance at the mess you’ve made. You’re trembling like a leaf waiting for a heavy hand to send you across the floor or for harsh fingers to grip your hair to throw you like a ragdoll, but Osamu isn’t him so he brings his two fingers to his mouth and licks them clean; his eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

That single action is what breaks down any lingering walls that still stood between you and your boss and you rush at him planting a hungry kiss on his lips, savoring the taste of your cum still on them. He matches your fervent kiss and leads you to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing in your wake.

You end up on his lap with his cock buried inside your messy cunt and you see stars with every upward thrust of his hips. He latches his mouth onto a nipple and suckles on it until it’s red and throbbing before switching to the other.

“S-Samu! Ah-”

He bites down on your nipple and it’s the explosion of pain that drives you over the edge—the way your body was trained to do. Your fleshy walls convulse around his cock and cum gushes out of you coating your conjoined bodies.

“Fuck-”

Osamu curses and buries his teeth into your shoulder as hot spurts of semen shoot into your womb and fill you up to the brim. The two of you cling onto each other as the aftershocks of your orgasms subside. There’s a stinging pain coming from your breast and shoulder and you know without looking that he’s drawn blood.

But you’re used to it and at least Osamu doesn’t kick you off him and call you a filthy whore.

He eventually pulls you into bed with him but the itching need to clean yourself overwhelms you.

“We should clean ourselves up.” You suggest, pushing against his chest to no avail.

“Later,” he mumbles and tightens his hold until there’s no space between you. “How about you stay the night?”

It’s posed as a question but it’s more like a statement especially since he has no intention of letting you go. There’s a foreboding tightness in your chest but Osamu presses a loving kiss on the top of your head and you forget all about it.

You wake up to the sound of male voices but a husky voice stands out from the others. It’s a voice you know all too well because it haunts you night and day. Your blood runs cold when you realize he’s in the bedroom conversing with two other people and your heart shatters when you hear Osamu. You keep your eyes closed praying that they leave the room so you can figure something out but the conversation suddenly stops.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N.”

A cold hand sweeps a strand of your hair to the side and the nauseating smell of hand sanitizer has bile rising up your throat.

In a bout of madness, you launch a pillow at Kiyoomi Sakusa and make a break for the door. You take a couple of steps before two pairs of hands stop you. It’s Osamu and a man who looks just like him who hold you down while you struggle against them like a wild animal.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! LET ME GO! LET M-”

Sakusa’s hand goes up and then there’s a loud crack followed by throbbing pain on the side of your face. Even with your blurry vision you can still make out the disgust on Sakusa’s face as he watches you cough up blood.

“It doesn’t matter how loud you are. No one will come for you.”

He crouches down in front of you and his lips twitch in amusement as you struggle against Osamu and his twin brother. Cold black eyes examine your face before his hand digs into his pocket and takes out a handkerchief.

“I thought I lost you forever, Y/N. Thankfully, Miya introduced me to his brother who just so happened to know a certain girl from Tokyo with a mysterious past.” He wipes the blood off your face and watches the fight in your eyes die out with every word he utters.

“You don’t know how worried I was when I came home and you weren’t in your room.”

Your stomach lurches when he brings his face to your head and inhales your scent the way he always did since your high school days when you didn’t think anything of it. You curse the day you ever decided to befriend Sakusa.

“You’ll have to be punished, of course, but I promised Osamu I wouldn’t be too harsh with you. After all, you’ll belong to the three of us now.”

As if on cue, Osamu presses a wet kiss on your cheek and memories of last night cause hot angry tears to stream down your face. You were foolish to trust Osamu but even more foolish to think you could ever escape you captor.

[taetaespeaches]

“And to think I called you a cooking genius.”

 namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff; one little suggestive moment word count: 3.1K

 a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just a drabble where Joon and Daisy/reader are baking together and neither of them really know what they’re doing (though Daisy is less clueless than Joon). There is no reason for this to be 3,000 words but it is so enjoy lol. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

Holding back a grin, you searched the grocery bags piled on the kitchen counter, peeking inside them quietly as Namjoon stood nearby watching you.

“Did I get everything?” He asked tentatively, your smile breaking through as you looked up at his nervous expression.

“Did you get baking powder?” You asked him, the man’s eyes widening as he looked at the sacks.

“Isn’t it-” he started, making his way to the groceries and pulling out a box. “Right here, right?” He asked, holding up the box making you pout affectionately at him.

“Babe, that’s baking soda,” you broke the news to him, giggling as his eyes widened in surprise. “It’s ok,” you started as he set the box down and prepared to leave to correct his mistake.

“I’ll go get the powder. Powder,” he enunciated to himself as you grabbed his arm, holding him back from leaving the apartment.

“Joon, it’s fine,” you giggled. “I think we have some around here somewhere, we’re good.” Looking you up and down, he silently questioned you. “It’s fine,” you insisted, the man sighing in response.

“Why is cooking so hard?” He asked through a whine that made him sound about ten years younger than he was.

“We’re not cooking, we’re baking,” you chuckled lightly. “And we haven’t even started yet, you big baby.”

“Since when do you bake anyways?” He suddenly turned on you, giving you a playful glare.

“Excuse me, I know how to do some things,” you countered, though the tone of your voice lacked the confidence you were trying to portray, and from the questioningly stare he gave you, you could tell he picked up on your little faith in your abilities. “What? I’ve baked before.”

“When? With your mom when you were five?” He teased, you cocking your head at him in feigned annoyance.

“Yes, actually, and what about it?” You pressed sassily. “So what if I was five, I have a good memory, are you going to question my memory? Did you already forget that you don’t know the difference between baking powder and baking soda? Do we need to revisit that little moment?” You ranted, making a move to grab the box of baking soda, only for the man to chuckle as he grabbed your wrist, halting your motions. However, your restricted movements did nothing to stop your mouth as you continued to playfully scold him. “I may not have a lot of experience with cooking and baking but at least I know the difference between baking-” He cut you off by pushing his lips to yours, you groaning against his mouth though your hands grasped onto his biceps as if you were holding him in place, not wanting him to break contact.

“I’m sorry, you’re right,” he relented, his move away from your lips making you whine quietly. “You’re a cooking genius and I’m an idiot who doesn’t know the difference between baking soda and powder.” He grinned that dimply smile at you, making you have to hide your amusement behind a glare.

“I’m glad you know,” you nodded, Namjoon squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed at your stubbornness. He dropped your wrist, though neither of you moved further, staring at each other. “I wasn’t done kissing you, you know.”

“Oh is that so?” He asked with a cocky smirk, the expression both annoying and ridiculously attractive.

“Mhmm.” Appreciating the fullness of his muscles under your fingertips, you hummed, your eyes drinking in the way they filled the t-shirt sleeves. “These are really nice,” you complimented, Namjoon’s smile spreading as he ducked his head slightly in embarrassment.

A light chuckle left his lips, your gaze slowly meeting his own, a smile growing on your face. With a small nod, his dimples on display for your orbs to feast on, he whispered a small, “thanks.”

“You’re fucking ripped,” you teased, though you genuinely were impressed with the size of his arms. He had been hitting the gym regularly, and it showed.

“Ok that’s enough, let’s just- get to baking,” he told you through his smile, shaking his head as your eyes widened.

“I’m being serious,” you insisted as he brought his face closer to yours to leave a light kiss to your lips.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your lips. “Let’s just make these cupcakes.”

As you explained what you were doing to Namjoon, cracking an egg into the mixture, you swore you could see the confusion swirling around his head through the dazed look in his eyes.

“I’m gonna have you crack the second egg.” The comment received no response, your lips quirking upwards just slightly. “Joon,” you called out, the man blinking quickly as he looked at you with wide eyes, almost like a deer caught in headlights. “Are you even paying attention?” You giggled, a guilty grin overtaking his features.

“I was trying, you’re just so pretty,” he complimented with a smile, you rolling your eyes with a scoff.

“Break this egg, ok? Just be careful of the sh-”

As soon as you handed him the egg, the man dove right in, in an attempt to prove he was indeed paying attention. Within a second, cutting your words off, he smashed the egg against the side of the bowl. Staring at his hands in disbelief, you watched as the egg yolk somehow slid down the outside of the bowl and plopped against the counter, breaking upon impact.

“Whoops,” he said guiltily, a giggle leaving you as your gaze caught half of the egg shell shattered in the mixture. “Can we start over?” He asked, you throwing your head back with an inhale, just before bursting into laughter.

“We used all of the baking powder in this mixture,” you informed him, Namjoon smiling, still looking as guilty as he was. The man grabbed a spoon quickly, attempting to fish out the pieces of shell, but ultimately shoving them further into the various dry ingredients.

“Joonie,” you whined, dragging his name out. “You’re making it worse.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, dropping the spoon in defeat. “Hang on, let me look up a substitute for baking powder. We will make these cupcakes,” he announced with unfounded confidence.  

Grabbing his phone, you watched in amusement as his focused gaze scanned the device screen as he read over baking powder substitutes. He was really adorable, and he really wasn’t told that enough.

“This says baking powder has baking soda in it so we can use it as a substitute,” he announced, holding the phone up for you to see, the excitement in his orbs making him look youthful. Again, adorable. “We just use a little bit less of the baking soda.”

Looking at him skeptically, you leaned in toward the phone, glancing at the article. With a sigh you shrugged, Namjoon smiling in victory as he locked the phone and tucked it into his pocket.

“I thought since you knew the differences between baking soda and powder you would know the similarities too, Daisy,” he teased, causing you to instantly glare at him. “And to think I called you a cooking genius,” he tsked, a smirk forming on your lips.

“I already told you, this is baking,” you corrected him just as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand finding purchase on your lower back. Bringing his lips to your temple, he left a light kiss to the spot, you instinctively leaning into his touch.

“Same difference,” he mumbled against your skin, his warm breath upon your temple making you turn your face toward his.

“It’s really not though, cooking is-” he interrupted you with his lips on yours, and if you weren’t so fond of kissing him, you would have scolded him for cutting your words. Instead, since you were rather keen on his lips, you stepped even closer to him, draping your arms over his shoulders, your fingers instantly toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You know, you’re getting awfully cocky for someone who just smashed egg shells into the first mixture, Dimples,” you reminded him against his mouth, Namjoon laughing in amusement.

“Ok, point taken,” he agreed, shifting his attention to the ingredients lined up.

“I’ll handle the eggs this time, you just be ready to put those muscles to work when it comes time to mix,” you glanced at his arms, a bashful smile overtaking his features.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kissing him softly once more, you latched your eyes on his. “You’re adorable, by the way.” Seeing how his cheeks tinted pink as he beamed, surprise evident in his smile and gaze, you buckled down on your compliment. “Really adorable.”

Pulling you into a tight hug to hide his features, he mumbled against your hair, “thank you.” A moment went by before he added, “stop embarrassing me,” both of you giggling at his bashful state.

Surprisingly, the second go at the batter went surprisingly well. You cracked the eggs, only one piece of shell landing in the bowl which you easily removed, and Namjoon’s biceps did wonders on mixing everything together. As the cupcakes baked, you worked on the frosting, which even that turned out somewhat decent; a little runny, but it would do.

“I would say it’s a success,” you commented as you licked a bit of frosting off your finger. Namjoon looked at you with big eyes before dipping his own finger into the bowl to snag a taste for himself. You watched as he brought his finger to his lips, the sight maybe, just possibly getting you a little too worked up for 2 pm.

He hummed in satisfaction, nodding at you. “It’s good!”

“It’s shocking to me that you don’t understand your effect on people,” you told him seemingly out of thin air, his eyebrows raising as you stared at his lips. He studied you for a moment until he caught on, a smirk curving on his mouth, you groaning.

“Did that do something for you, Daisy?” He teased, you biting your bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“Stop,” you giggled just as Namjoon stepped toward you, securing his arms around your waist as his opposite hand went for the frosting once again. Scooping up a dollop of the sweet mixture, he brought it to your lips.

No words were spoken, your eyes locked on each other’s as you opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the digit. His jaw tightened as your tongue swirled around his finger, just before you released it with a pop, a smirk forming on your lips, Namjoon mimicking the expression.

His hand quickly moved to hold the side of your face, his mouth landing against yours in an instant, the kiss needy and hungry, messy and passionate. Your backend was soon pressed up against the counter as his hand around your waist slid under the material of your top to grasp at the flesh of your hip. You moaned into his mouth, the man smirking just slightly.

And then the oven beeped. You groaned in frustration, Namjoon breaking the kiss with a chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m tempted to ignore them,” he chuckled, you giggling as you shoved him away from you playfully, turning to the oven.

Opening the door, you gasped in surprise, Namjoon’s intrigue piquing as he peered around your frame to look at the cupcakes. “Oh wow,” he breathed out as you set the cupcake tray on top of the oven, both of you staring at them in shock with how nice they turned out.

They looked great, with perfectly rounded tops. Tapping against the top of one, it felt as though it was light and moist.

“We have to let them cool before we can frost them,” you said, Namjoon humming from behind you.

“What if we just frosted one to try it out?” He suggested, you cocking your head as you stared at the cupcakes. Silently agreeing, you reached for the bowl of frosting and started coating one of the cupcakes with it.

Lifting it from the pan, you lowered the cupcake lining which surprisingly pulled from the pastry quite nicely. As you took a bite of the cupcake, Namjoon wrapped his arms around you in a back hug. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he opened his mouth for a taste as you chewed your own bite. Bringing the cupcake to his lips, the man took a bite just as a weird taste settled on your tongue.

“Um,” you said, Namjoon chewing, not yet experiencing the flavor you were. Cringing suddenly, you pulled a face of disgust. “Why does it taste like-” you thought for a moment, trying to place the taste.

The man let out a sound of distaste, you turning to look at him. “Soap,” he decided for you just before darting away from you to the trash can as you frantically searched for a place to spit it out. Within another second, Namjoon was hauling the bin to you for you to get rid of the rank pastry.

“Where did we go wrong?” He complained as you grabbed your water bottle, washing down the taste.

“I bet it was the baking soda,” you settled, handing Namjoon the bottle.

“It wasn’t the baking soda,” he insisted just before gulping down half the water.

Shooting him a knowing look, you cocked your head. “Let me see that article,” you insisted, a small smirk on your lips as he handed over his phone, allowing you to unlock it and read through the article he had found that outlined the differences and similarities between baking soda and powder.

Coming up behind you again to read over the article with you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, once again positioning his chin on your shoulder.

You scanned the article quickly, seeing where Namjoon read that the two substances could be used as substitutes for each other. However, not without other adjustments you realized as you continued reading.

“Too much baking soda will leave a metallic-soapy taste in the baked good,” you read from the article, Namjoon’s lips finding your shoulder as he left a sweet kiss, trying to distract you from his mistake. “Namjoon!”

“What?” He played dumb, you scoffing in response. His mouth settled against your cheek, leaving random small pecks to the plushness.

“The soda is stronger than the powder so you’re supposed to up the acid to balance it out. Therefore, it’s because of the baking soda,” you complained, lightly nudging him in the abdomen with your elbow.

“Ouch,” he teased, smiling against your cheek before kissing the spot a few more times quickly. “Ok, so this is all my fault,” he admitted, both of you laughing in amusement.

“At least they look somewhat cute,” you bargained, cocking your head at the, well, presentable cupcakes.

“Maybe we should take cooking lessons,” he suggested.

Resting your head back against his shoulder, you looked at his face, appreciating the beauty of his features. “For the last time, this is baking,” you reminded him with a smirk, Namjoon playfully rolling his eyes. “And maybe we should,” you giggled.

“I could look some classes up,” he told you, leaning toward you to leave a kiss to your nose.

“That chef will never know what hit them,” you smiled, Namjoon lightly chuckling as he softly kissed your lips. “I kind of want to tell your fans about this,” you mumbled against his mouth.  

“Don’t you dare,” he glared at you, though the amusement circling his gaze told you he wasn’t really that upset by the idea.

“But I want to,” you continued, the man suddenly spinning you around and wrapping you up in his arms.

“You better not,” he mumbled against your neck just before his fingers found your waist, tickling the sides, causing you to squeal and squirm in his grip.

“Joon,” you complained through your laughter, Namjoon relenting as he hugged you to his broad frame, pressing kisses to the side of your forehead and against your hair. “I just think they should know their leader doesn’t know the difference between baking soda and powder,” you continued teasing him, the man groaning as he looked at your face, appreciating the smile you wore in utter fondness for the man.

“They already know I can’t cook,” he chuckled, you giggling along with him.

“This is baking though,” you reminded him, once again, Namjoon sighing as he wrapped his arms around your head, kissing your forehead.

“I’m sure they know I can’t do that either,” he chuckled against your skin, you laughing fondly as you squeezed your arms around his waist.

“Actually, you know what,” you started, Namjoon locking his eyes on yours. “They look somewhat decent, you could post a photo and pretend they tasted amazing,” you suggested, Namjoon’s eyes widening as if you really came up with something great there.

“Hang on, that’s so smart,” he beamed. “You really are a genius.” The compliment was soon followed by a big smooch against your mouth just before he released you from his hold and grabbed the frosting.

And as he frosted the cupcakes, taking a photo of the finished product to post later, you couldn’t help but watch him, absolutely smitten with the man. He was unbelievably adorable, and you made a note right then and there to remind him of that often.

When he turned to look at you with a wide beam, you shook your head at him. “Adorable,” you told him, the man chuckling as he pulled into yet another hug.

Later that night, as Namjoon checked the notifications on his photo that he proudly captioned “I can bake now”, a smile curved on his lips at the comment made by one of his fellow bandmates.

“I heard they tasted like soap,” the comment noted, Namjoon looking to the bathroom where you were getting ready for bed. Hurrying to find you, he appeared in the doorway, you shooting him a wide-eyed look in the mirror.

“Daisy,” he whined childishly; adorably.

“What?” You asked, holding back a fond and knowing smile as to not disturb the face mask covering your features.

Holding up his phone at you, he huffed. “Who did you tell about the cupcakes? Was it Jungkook?”

Tossing your head back in laughter, saying fuck it to the face mask, Namjoon shook his head, an amused grin spread across his face.

“It was actually Jin,” you giggled, Namjoon stepping toward you as he chuckled.

“You’re so mean to me,” he complained, wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m keeping you honest and humble,” you insisted teasingly, smiling adoringly at your boyfriend as he leaned forward, catching your lips in a sweet kiss, a bit of the mask transferring to his face. “You’re so adorable,” you told him again, wiping the mask residue from his chin and cheek. 

He flashed you a stunning grin, his dimples on display for you, and in that moment, just like all moments, he was everything that mattered. Bad baking skills and all.