#hes a little pervy so he is kinda excited by it

[computersex]

Boi-oi-oing!

[bunnyrafe]

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 500. part two of this post pervy brother's bsf!rafe AU, mean!rafe, f/kook!reader, mentions of partying/drug use/drinking, dubcon -> reader is not sober, teasing, use of a vibrator, rafe is icky.

This is a mistake. That becomes more and more clear with every step you take, as Rafe’s larger hand holds onto your own and leads the way to your room.

Music booms from the speakers and all throughout the house, making it seem like the walls are moving— your parents are in the Bahamas so your brother throwing a house party is par for the course, along with Rafe being there.

You don’t miss the white, powdery residue on his nose. It’s all you notice sometimes. It makes your stomach bubble with excitement and churn with disgust all at once. He’s so predictable; a typical kook who never fears the consequence of his actions… Yet you want him. It could just be the weed and liquor in your system, but you’ve been a mess ever since he got his hands on you. Subtly grinding up on you in the kitchen, pouring you drinks and whispering filth in your ear.

He hasn’t forgotten about the toy hiding away in your drawer.

In fact that’s the first thing he mentions once he has you locked away in your room, away from everyone else. He sits on your bed, legs spread and hands folded with his elbows on his knees, watching you shift on your feet awkwardly in your party dress.

“Well— don’t jus’ stand there, princess," he basically laughs in your face, “You heard me. Get your little friend out."

"Rafe, this isn't— I thought we would—" You trail off, feeling more dumb once you see the way his eyebrows furrow.

He's grabbing your hand and yanking you in to his lap, and you can't believe you're in this position and pressed up against him once again, "What? Y'thought I'd get you up here and just fuck you?"

His lips trail over your cheekbone before dragging over your own. He pulls away when you try to lean in and you whine in desperation, wanting to finally taste him. Blown out pupils and glossy, blue irises fall on your pouted lips while he continues on, "I'm not that kinda guy, y'know... I can't fuck my best friend's little sister. Not yet at least."

You know he's messing with you. He's testing out all your limits— and God, is it working. Because you're doing as you were told in the next moment, practically tripping over your feet to get to your dresser and pull out that hot pink vibrator that got you here in the first place.

And you're happy you did, even as Rafe runs the toy along the front of your panties that are completely soaked through with your arousal and cum, pressing it against your clit through the material while you wiggle against his chest.

You vaguely remember him saying it's not as fucked up this way— "'M not actually touching your needy cunt, so it's not so wrong." A harsh slap comes down on your thigh, making you yelp and nearly forcing you into another messy orgasm.

"Stop fuckin' moving," he snarls over the side of your heated face, "Bet you don't get this worked up when you're the one in control… right?"

Your lungs burn as you struggle to say anything back to him. But the best you can do is a strangled whimper, hips chasing after the sensation of the vibrator every time he teases pulling it away of your cunt with a breathy laugh falling from his lips... He's finally broken you down, and you're sure you'll be borderline sick over it tomorrow morning.

[lustnhim]

დ︎ “grown.” — elvis x fem! reader დ︎

note: requested + elvis is a family friend / warnings: MDNI, p in v sex, loss of virginity, risk of being caught, pervy elvis, oral m-receiving, inconspicuous touching, elvis kinda coerces reader, panty stealing elvis cause its my fav, prob typos. / summary:  your dad and elvis are really close friends so when elvis invited your whole family over to graceland for the 100th time, you didn’t expect much more than another boring evening

“Now I want you to be on your best behavior while we’re here.” Your mother said, looking at you from the rearview mirror. Scoffing, you kept your gaze fixed out the window, watching the passing trees. “I always am. You don’t have to tell me that everytime we go over.” You say, causing your father to chime in too. “Honey, your mother doesn't mean anything by it, we know you’re a good kid.” Shaking your head gently you let out a soft sigh, “And I ain’t a kid anymore.” You said under your breath, knowing that they probably heard you anyway.

As your family pulled into Graceland for what felt like the hundredth time, your eyes wandered the familiar landscape. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of boredom, despite the grandeur of Elvis' estate. His house was huge, much bigger than yours, but you had been in every room a gazillion times– It was nothing exciting anymore. A familiar figure approached your car as you got out; Elvis Presley, your dad's old buddy, was dressed a black shirt with a flowered pattern and black pants, he looked a little bit different since you last seen him- but then again that was a few months ago so he couldn’t have changed that much. Elvis brought your father into a hug and shook his hand before turning to your mother who he kissed promptly on her cheek. Your mother fussed over Elvis, babbling about how great it was to see him again. He flashed his million-dollar smile, a sign he was glad to see her too.The three talked a bit as they walked to the front door before he turned around, his piercing gaze seemed to linger on you for a moment longer than usual, making you feel a bit uneasy. “I’m sorry Darlin’ I ain’t even talked to you yet.” He said, walking over to you a strange smile on his face. “My, my…how you’ve grown.” He said, causing you to cringe a bit internally. “It’s only been a few months since we last came over-” You replied, laughing nervously. Pulling you into a hug which lasted a few moments too long he pulled away before walking back inside. 

You noticed a few other men who were all sitting in the living room which you recognized as his “Memphis Mafia”, you followed behind your parents and Elvis as he led them to the backyard. The aroma of BBQ filled the air, and laughter echoed as children played around. You meandered to find a spot to relax while your family talked to Elvis. You watched as the men from the Living Room slowly pooled outside. You noticed a few of them taking short glances at you making you feel a little nervous.Your father motioned you over and reluctantly you got up and walked over to the group of men he was speaking to. “My daughter here graduated high school not too long ago, top of her class too!” Your father bragged, pulling you close to him in an awkward side hug. You listened as the men all said their own praises to you, words of ‘congratulations’ and ‘good jobs’ but you noticed Elvis was staying oddly silent. Once your father started talking about other things you silently excused yourself back to your chair away from everyone else. 

You stayed away from the crowd as much as you could, hiding behind your sunglasses you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you most of the time. “Honey! Food’s ready!” You heard your mother call out, setting food on a table under a canopy as the other women scrambled to get their kids to sit down. Walking to the table you took a seat towards the end, your mother placing a plate of a burger and some chips in front of you. You looked around and saw everyone else getting their food, and you nibbled on some chips silently before you heard a gentle sigh and some scuffling beside of you. It was Elvis, sitting his plate down and smiling at you gently. “Well hello there stranger.” He teased, as your mother and father sat across from the two of you. “Been awfully distant today,” he said, taking a bite of one of his burgers. “Ah, yeah- Just tired.” You responded a bit dryly. “Pay her no mind, Elvis…she’s moody.” Your mother said, shooting you a look. 

As you ate in silence, your parents, Elvis and a few of the men all engaged in conversation, talking about music, family, politics and everything in between. You dissociated a bit, not really paying attention till you felt something against your thigh. A quick, fleeting touch, but one that made you jump. Looking down at your legs you noticed Elvis’ hand laid awfully close to your leg. You looked up at Elvis who was smiling, staring at you parents who talked his ear off about any old thing. Excusing it as just an accident you continued eating, but more tuned in this time. It wasn't long before you felt it again, this time it wasn’t just a graze of his fingers, his hand was resting on your thigh. You tried not to move too much, acting like you didn’t notice, but you felt his thumb drawing circles on your skin. Your face flushed as you tried to grab your drink, almost spilling it in the process. “Watch out!” Your father warmed, catching the drink before it spilled. “Sorry!” You replied, cursing yourself. You heard Elvis chuckle, his hand squeezing your thigh under the table.You winced internally, trying to play it cool as your heart raced. For a moment, all you could hear was the beat of your heart. You focused on the conversation at the table, hoping Elvis would give up and stop. You took a deep breath as your father started to joke about something, the entire table laughing, including Elvis. When the laughter died down, you felt his hand slide up your thigh, under the table, creeping closer to your core. Your eyes widened, and you froze, unsure of what to do. 

Just as his middle finger brushed against your panties causing your chair to scrape against the grass. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," you said, feeling the heat in your cheeks. Your parents looked at you curiously, but Elvis merely smiled, raising an eyebrow suggestively. You didn't look back as you walked away, your heart pounding harder with every step. You couldn’t believe what was happening, you rushed into the house and went to the bathroom. Looking at your face in the mirror, god. You were blushing like crazy…your body shook a bit as you turned on the sink, splashing a bit of water on your face to try and fight the warmth that ran through your body. Wiping your face off you heard a knock at the door causing you to jump. “Yeah?” You called out, your heart rate quickening. “It’s me…” The voice said, and you felt your legs grow weak. “Elvis?” You asked and you heard a small laugh from the other side. “Yes, Darlin’...I think you and I need to talk…just the two of us.” You hesitated, not knowing what to do or even say, what would he want to talk about anyways? You took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door, seeing Elvis face to face. “Okay.” You said plainly, making him smile. “M’kay honey.” He said, moving away from the doorframe, allowing you to walk out. He placed his hand on your lower back as he led you through the house to the empty living room. The sounds of laughter and the chatter of the party faded away, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. 

Elvis led you to a plush sofa, arranging you to sit on the edge while he positioned himself beside you. His hands rested gently on his knees, smiling at you he let out a soft groan. "I wanted to say sorry...." He started, his tongue flicking across his lips nervously. “I- I watched you grow up n’ Lord knows how guilt I feel for….thinkin’ about you.” Elvis confessed and you shifted nervously on the couch, something about his tone, his voice wasn’t genuine. “You’ve grown into a beautiful woman…and I- I don’t think I can help myself around you.” You tried to respond, tried to say anything but you couldn't find the words. You didn’t know how you felt. You didn’t know what you wanted. God knows you thought he was handsome, but something felt…wrong. “E-Elvis I don’t know what to say…” You finally managed to say, fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously.” Elvis leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "You don't need to say anything, darlin'. Just let me show you how much I want you." As he spoke, Elvis reached out and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his other hand slipped under your dress, finding its way to your core. You gasped into the kiss, your hand pushing at his chest gently– unsure of what to do. You felt yourself involuntarily melt into the kiss, your hand sliding down his chest to his lap. Easing yourself into the kiss you felt his hands snake up the back of your dress, rubbing your back before snapping the back of your bra off with ease. Pulling away he smiled, “Atta girl.” He said, sliding your bra off from under your dress. Guiding your hand to his crotch, his erection pressing against your palm, you cupped it gently. “Get down on the floor honey…on your knees.” He said, leading you gently down between his legs. "Look so good…" he whispered huskily.

You looked into his eyes and began to unbutton his pants. Elvis helped you out, freeing his length from his boxers. He was larger than what you expected, making you hesitate. "Don't worry, baby," he said, stroking your hair. "Just put it in your mouth.. We gotta hurry, don’t wantcha daddy to see his only daughter down on her knees" His words sent a jolt down your spine. You hesitated for a moment longer before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him he urged you to go deeper. Taking his cock into your mouth you struggled to fit most of it- feeling his hand grip your hair he moaned as you began to bob your head, your hand gripping his base. Elvis's thrusts became more urgent, his hand tightening in your hair, urging you to take in more of his length. The sound of his desperate moans filling the room. "That's it, baby... take it all," he encouraged you. You found yourself glancing at the doorway, hoping and praying no one would catch the two of you. Elvis groaned, his grip on your hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum…" he warned you, his voice hoarse. In a moment, his release flooded your mouth, the warm sensation spreading throughout as he filled you. The orgasm sent waves of pleasure through him, and he pulled out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath. Small bits of cum dribbled out of your mouth, wiping it gently you looked up at him, his still semi-hard cock twitching gently. “Take off your pannies’ honey.” Elvis ordered, licking his lips and stroking himself lightly. 

You struggled to stand, your legs wobbly but you managed to get to your feet. Lifting your dress a bit and sliding off your underwear, you felt the wetness between your legs almost immediately begin to pool onto your inner thighs. Embarrassed, you stood there, your dress raised and your cunt exposed. Letting out a shaky whimper Elvis smirked, moving over to make room for you on the couch. “Come lay down, sweetheart.”  You did as you were told, laying back on the couch as Elvis positioned himself between your legs,your dress pulled up to your chin. "Legs up, darlin', spread 'em wide for me." He demanded, and you obliged, hooking your ankles together, giving him full access to your wet, aching pussy. You looked away in embarrassment as he ran his fingers gently across your swollen clit. “You a virgin?” He asked, and you nodded. You watch as his smile grows wider. "Fuck, you're so ready for me." He said, rubbing the head of his cock over your swollen lips, teasing you. Without warning, he thrust himself inside, filling you in one smooth motion. You gasped, the sensation unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. The pain flooded your body in an instant, slamming your eyes shut you let out a pained moan. “Shhh now..” Elvis whispered, rubbing your clit gently. Elvis began to pump his cock into you, his thrusts slow, but deliberate. Each one sent shivers down your spine as waves of pain turned to pleasure. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a desperate, claiming kiss, as his pace quickened. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as his thrusts grew more aggressive. The sound of wet slaps filled the empty room, both of your breathing ragged in unison. "Fuck, you're tight... so damn tight." Elvis said through gritted teeth, his hips slamming into you. You moaned into the crook of his neck, desperate to make as little noise as possible. 

You felt yourself nearing the edge, the pressure building within you. "Elvis..." you whimpered, unable to form a coherent sentence. He nodded, understanding, and began to thrust into you with renewed vigor, his cock hitting your sweet spot, sending you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy clenching around him. "Fuck, such a good girl..." Elvis groaned, his thrusts growing even more erratic. Elvis slammed into you one final time, groaning loudly as his release filled you without warning. His hot seed spilled into your quivering cunt, triggering another wave of pleasure that left you breathless. He pulled out of you and collapsed onto you, his breath ragged. You lay there, your body humming, as the reality of what you just experienced sunk in. Elvis crawled off of you, tucking himself back in his pants as you adjusted your dress back down and stood up, almost falling. Elvis chuckled and grabbed your hand.  "Where are my panties..?" You asked, looking around the floor for them.

“Souvenir.”

i might be slow posting fanfics for a bit, i really haven’t been feeling well lately BUT THAT OKAY. okay love u guys <3

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[sugarypinecones]

Sleepover - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

a/n: first time writing on this acc!! this kind of came to me in a dream <3 sorry if it sucks btw i got kinda lazy towards the end!

warnings: age gap (mike is 25 reader is FRESHLY 18), smut, pervy!mike if you squint enough, overstim, p in v, fem receiving oral, size kink if u squint, innocent reader, mike terrorizes the poor teddy bear 😞, they’re coworkers & i tweaked the job info a little bit

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It started innocently enough. You, needing a job, as you had just freshly turned 18 decided that the night shift would be the easiest route, since you could do your college classes online while working, since it’s not often there’s trouble involving a pizzeria.. or you’d hope, at least.

You weren’t aware it’d be an every-night thing, but you were aware you had a coworker which did ease your nerves. The minute you met him, he was instantly awkward around you, and in such a cute way that you had developed a crush almost immediately.

And, because you had been in such close proximity for two weeks straight, you two had clearly became friends as there’s nobody else to talk to, and your schoolwork gets done fast when you know once you’re done you can finally talk to him.

How the job worked, was that there were four nightguards, and you’d switch off every two weeks for a paid leave, which is what made the job initially seem so appealing to you.

And now it was your final night, and you’d be off for two weeks, which would seem exciting, but you weren’t. You’d grown so close with Mike over the last two weeks that, you simply couldn’t imagine being gone from him for two weeks. You weren’t sure if he even considered you a friend, but it didn’t hurt to try, right?

“Mike?” You spoke up from your chair, and he turned from his phone, looking at you as you softly smiled. “I’ve really enjoyed these past two weeks, you know..” You trail off, looking at him to see his reaction, making sure you weren’t ruining anything. “Me too. It’s nice not to be so alone,” He smiled, about to turn back to his phone but you begun to speak up, “So.. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come back to my house sometime within these two weeks we’re off?” You smiled hopefully, anxious.

He didn’t reply for a second, looking at you, his gaze locking into yours before he smiled, looking away. “Why not? I’ll just have to find a babysitter for Abby,” He smiled, and you almost let out a sigh because of how hard you held your breath. “Cool,” You smile, looking to the floor, “Just text me when you wanna come over.” You clarify, looking at your phone as he hums, letting you know he heard you.

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Which leads him to knock on your doorstep, swallowing dryly as he looks around. It felt wrong to be here, seeing as the differences in ages, but it’s not like it was his idea - and you’re just so nice to him, so it’s not like he could decline it - that’d be rude! You come to the door, adorned with the skimpiest tank top he’d ever seen and shorts, Mike freezing in fear like if he moved you’d vanish. “Hey, Schmidt.” You smile, hugging him, causing him to thaw whatever that was and hug you back.

“Woah, it’s um..” He trails off, looking around your house. “Weirdly exactly how I imagined it.” He laughs, and you turn and tilt your head down, leading him to your room - in which he sat down on your bed, you laying down next to him and smiling. “So what do you wanna do?” You smile, and he knew if he told you the truth of everything he wanted to do to you, it could kill a pilgrim.

“Uh, I don’t know..” He trails off as you glance up at him, smiling softly. “Anything you wanna do, really.” He smiles back, and you quickly sit up. “Well,” You get close to his face, scrunching your nose. “We could watch a movie, or..” You trail off, beginning to think about it. “That’s fine by me, what do you wanna watch?” Mike smiled, and you shrug, “Why don’t you choose,” You return the smile, leaning over to grab the remote, in which he got a perfect glance of your ass, and as much as he wanted to respect you and look away - he couldn’t, and his eyes are directly glued to it before you look back at him, tossing him the remote.

He put on a random movie and leaned back next to you, and you subconsciously move closer, cuddling into his warm body. He didn’t know if you were trying to send him signals, or just genuinely trying to cuddle, innocently. You look up at him, smiling, and he really is torn between the two. He smiles down at you, and you glanced at his lips, suddenly feeling his breath against yours. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” He whispered, and you nodded, a hand in his hair as he kisses you, pulling him down further needy for more.

He laughed against your lips, and you get on top of him, subconsciously grinding against him as your lips press against eachothers, Mike pulling away momentarily as he grabs at your hips, looking you in the eye as you breathlessly stare at him, “What’s this feeling?” You whisper, genuinely confused and honestly, starstruck.

You had been very sheltered growing up, and had grown up quite religious - and as much as you tried to rebel from it, you were honestly a goody two shoes, until you turned eighteen. You immediately moved away and indulged yourself in everything you couldn’t when you were growing up under your parent’s roof. You knew what a crush was, and you certainly knew you got odd feelings sometimes, but you were sheltered, you didn’t know anything about stuff like that.

“Oh, baby,” He coos, moving you back next to him, “I forgot,” He whispered, brushing hair out of your face. You had told him about it once, while you were bored in the office together. He found it interesting, and offered to teach you if you were ever curious, (clearly trying to be slick about his moves, but you didn’t know that.) He smiled, kissing you. “You’re turned on.” He smiles, and you seem confused, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Do you want me to make it feel better?” He asked you, and you immediately nod, the heat between your legs unbearable as he sat next to you.

He smiles as he kisses you, his hands reaching down to your shorts. “Is this okay?” He whispered, looking up at you. You nod, biting your lip as his eyes lock on yours. “Words.” He clarified, and you exhaled breathlessly, “Please,” Looking down on him, and that was all he needed to pull down your shorts and underwear, resting at your knees as he grazes his fingers against your wet folds, smiling to himself as you whine lowly, pleasure taking over without his fingers even inside you yet.

Slowly, he inserted one finger, looking at you as you bite your lip, looking to the ceiling as he pumped it in and out of you, watching as you moan softly and grab at the bedsheets, Mike leaning you back against pillows as he works his way up to two fingers, your legs subconsciously closing as you approach your high fast, and he just uses his other hand to pry them open, grinding subconsciously himself against your bedsheet, finding pleasure just by pleasuring you.

You reach your high, crying out in pleasure and closing your legs as he smiles, putting his lips against yours before entering his fingers into your mouth, in which you suck, without even being asked to do so, your juices coating your mouth as he kissed you again, inserting his tongue into your mouth, tasting your juices too.

“Mike,” you whisper against his mouth as you part, and he opens his eyes, looking at you as you smile softly, “Thank you.” You smile, and he could fuck you right now, but he doesn’t because he knows how sensitive and unready you are, just smiles back, nodding. “I want to make you feel good.” You smiled, and his eyes widen. “Baby,” He started, a hand cupping your cheek, “You’re not ready yet,” He shook his head, and you bite your lip. “So teach me how.” You whisper, and Mike folded immediately, kissing you softly.

He lowers himself back down to your dripping pussy, smiling as he licks a stripe against it, you bucking your hips up due to both pleasure and sensitivity from your recent high. He begins to suck on your sensitive cunt, you crying out in pleasure as you grab onto his hair, causing Mike to go faster, grabbing at your thighs as he eats you out like he’s been starved for years.

It didn’t take you long to reach your second high, moaning loudly as you close your legs, trembling as he wiped his chin, looking up at you. “Mike,” You mumbled, and he shook his head. “Not yet, darling,” He coos again, crawling up next to you as he kisses your neck softly, “And frankly, I think you need a break.” He suggests, but you quickly shake your head, “No!” You almost shout, looking at him as he widened his eyes in shock. “Please.” You soften, and he can’t help but crumble to those eyes you’ve given him.

“Where’s your favorite teddy?” He smiled, and you looked around, grabbing the one above you. He sat it in-front of your dripping cunt, smiling. “If you can prove to me that you can ride this and reach your high without my help,” He smiled, “I’ll consider your request.” He kisses you, helping position you onto the bear. He knew he wouldn’t fuck you today, but he could at least help you a little bit more.

You slowly move yourself back and forth on it, your underwear at your ankles now as you rock against it, your juices soaking the poor bear as Mike pulls down his pants, taking out his cock and beginning to stroke it as he watched you pleasure yourself, moaning in unison with you as you put your hands infront of you, continuing to ride the teddybear as he sped up his process, coming closer to his high and pulling you and the bear closer, pumping himself faster as he finally came, his come leaking all over the bear as you rid yourself into it, and he couldn’t help himself from placing a kiss on your belly.

You slowed down, clearly reaching your high now too, and that’s when he took over, “Fuck it,” he mumbled under his breath, unable to hold himself back as he lifts you off the soaked bear, you letting out a soft moan as you’re pulled away from your high so abruptly, and laid on your back against more pillows, opening your eyes as Mike leaned down, placing a kiss against your lips before moving to your swollen pussy, placing another kiss against it as he pumped himself once more, aligning himself with your entrance.

And with that, he’s inside of you, and you moan out loudly as he sees the imprint in your stomach, holding back from going feral as he slowly fucks you, your walls clenching around him as you’re reaching that high you were denied just seconds ago, moaning out nonstop to a point where you put a hand over your mouth and close your eyes as your nails dig into his back, egging him on further.

He grabs your hand, removing it from your mouth as he smiled, “I wanna hear all those pretty noises,” He whispered breathlessly as he pins both wrists above your head now, sliding in and out of you with more speed as he whines, your legs closing around him as you came, but he continued to fuck you through it, biting your shirt and lifting it as he begins to suck on your boobs, you moaning in both pain and pleasure as he continued to fuck you.

Within seconds, he’s coming too - and collapsing next to you as he pulled you in on top of him, the once pristine silk bedsheets covered in both of your fluids now as he brings you in for a kiss, you hugging him as your entire lower body is still shaking.

[sumeruin]

i feel like i sped ran all of ur posts i’m in luv <33 do u think i could maybe… be…🫧-anon??

anyways here’s me little brainrot on scaramouche/wanderer bc i love him

pervy!scara who would hide u under his desk during fatui meetings and make you suck and kiss his cock, all the while you have to hold back whimpers in fear of being discovered :((

yandere!scara who would slowly isolate you from everyone else until you feel abandoned :( but don’t worry! he’s dealt with plently of betrayals, all you need is him!

thinking about a yan!scara x touch starved/traumatized reader scenario. reader genuinely loves scara, and all their past trauma just makes them that much more attached to him. they look past all the red flags and think that this is the best thing for them!! Of course, scara is happy to receive the love, and gladly gives them everything they want :)) scara controls readers surroundings just to make them that much more attached and needy for him and his help! what a good boyfriend he is!

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

omg nonnie!!! ofc you can be 🫧 anon!!! i will write about these in order they’re just too good :(

tw: noncon/dubcon idrk which one of the two to classify this as, i think that’s it tbh

i love love love the idea of pervy scara!!!! and i think it’s just that much better when it’s not in an au or anything so that there’s the power difference of him being a harbinger :( he’d make sure he got to the meeting before anyone else just so that he could feel your mouth wrapped around him during the boring discussions that just seem to drag on for so long :( if he thought you were having it too easy he’d quickly thrust up his hips, just enough to make you gag around him though, he does still have a reputation to keep :(

tw: yandere, heavy stockholm syndrome, like really heavy, like that’s almost entirely what this part is about you’ve been warned, isolation

i think he’d be the most likely to do this out of all the genshin yanderes, he’s just so so mean and so so lonely (and tbh a little bit pathetic and soggy but that’s part of his charm) he wouldn’t want you to look at anyone but him :( i think if his usual punishments with pain and degradation weren’t working he’d even take it a step further and leave you alone in a room for however it takes you to break :( he’d bring you 3 meals a day and plenty of water though!! he’d just ignore you whenever you tried to touch him or even just talk to him :( he’d look at you like you like you’re just a disgusting speck of dirt to him, and that’d continue until eventually you’d break and end up begging him to talk to you, to touch you again, to just do something so that you know you aren’t completely alone :( i think if what you did to deserve that punishment was bad enough he’d let it go in past that point, waiting until you’re clinging to his clothes, full on sobbing for him to pay attention to you again, and physically not letting him leave, then he’d bend down and gently wrap you up in his arms, cooing soft praises and sweet little nothings at you while he reassures you that, “shh, shh, it’s all ok, i’m here now, you don’t have to be scared anymore. i’ll take care of you, it’ll be just how it’s supposed to be.” :( he’d run you a nice, warm bath and pretend like he wasn’t also the one who did this to you, still holding you in his arms and whispering sweet, comforting little words and phrases in your ear :(

tw: yandere, kinda sorta stockholmish??? definitely not as bad as the last one but it’s kinda there, toxic relationships

i think this one is especially good with scara cause i think he’d be just so sad whenever his darling is mean to him, so when you actually, genuinely love him for who his is, obsessiveness and all, he’s overjoyed!! and he’s even more excited when you seek him out yourself and ask him for cuddles or a kiss or even just to sit next to him for a while :( i think he’d try to test you in the early stages of your relationship, just to make sure you aren’t pretending to love him back while you secretly plan to leave him. poor scara has trust issues, can you really blame him? :( besides, he’s made all his red flags more than clear by now, if you’re dumb enough to ignore them then that’s no skin off his back. after he decides you’ve passed his tests he’d become a lot more comfortable showing his true colors with you, gradually adding more rules and restrictions to your schedule, not letting you leave the house unless you’re with him, adding a lock to the outside of your bedroom door and not letting you have a key, making sure to always keep some rope around “just in case” :( eventually, it’d turn into you not being allowed to leave the house at all, and you constantly being in his arms or tied up when he can’t hold you himself. he knows you won’t mind as long as he continues to ravish you with his love and attention though. you’re just so perfect for him, how did he get so lucky? :(

[c0llisiion]

Pairing: suguru geto + f!reader

Genre: smut

★: npr, camgirl!reader , drabble , slight mention of vaping, toys, kinda pervy!sugu , squirting — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 985

A/N: finally wrote for my mother and cunt lord Suguru geto <8 sorry for not posting! I just haven’t had the motivation to write :[ anyways enjoy!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Suguru was a lonely person, for sure. He was quiet and had a small friend group in school. Always keeping to himself and just minding his own business. He never had a girlfriend, and it backfired tremendously as he reached adulthood. His coworkers banter about their wives and girlfriends almost every day, and he just stands there awkwardly nodding at their words since he has no story like that to add on. It was almost embarrassing, but it’s just fate, he guesses. 

Today was like every other day. He came home embarrassed and frustrated after a night out with his childhood friends. They teased and laughed at how he was still not able to find anyone, and he tried justifying that he couldn’t find the perfect girl. They even started suspecting that he might be gay or something. He plopped down on the bed and sighed in frustration, the conversation playing over and over in his head. He was stressed and angry, and he needed something to get some relief from.

He groaned before grabbing his laptop and typing out his go to porn site. It had all the kinds of videos he needed, and so he sat back and relaxed as he went through the various categories, but something caught his eye. It was a small tab. “Live sex!” Was blinking a bright pink. He had never seen that before. Maybe the site decided to partner with another entertainment site? Who knows? Out of curiosity, he opens the website, and immediately a bunch of live sex shows popped up. He was low-key overwhelmed and didn’t know which one to choose. He settled for a show that had a fairly good viewer count and number of likes. 

He gulped as he waited for the show to load and was immediately met by a beautiful voice giggling and laughing. His eyes fell on the body in front; he could only see the body, and the face was slightly covered by a sort of mask. He was intrigued, for sure. Your body looked so perfect and carved, and the show you were putting on? He whistled lowly as he watched a machine dildo go in and out of your little pussy. He quickly caught on to the fact that it was controlled by the users via tokens. He watched as your viewers flooded in tokens, prompting the machine to go faster and faster on your pussy. Your sweet moans and groans were like music to him. Something about you just… clicked. The way you would thank the users for their tokens and reply to each and every comment, he liked how you made everyone feel seen. Without hesitation, he made an account and made a huge purchase of the site’s tokens. His hands shook as he typed in his very first message. 

GS706

“Hey gorgeous” 

You immediately notice his comment and blow out your vape smoke before speaking. "Oh, look, everyone! We have a new viewer! Welcome to my little haven, sweets,” you say and chuckle. “There are no rules here, so you can be yourself, mkay?” Suguru started feeling excited. He smiled widely at the way you spoke to him and decided to start gifting you. 

GS706 gifted 100 tokens.

You gasp, “Thank you so much sweets, that means so much to me!!” 100 tokens were around 50$ so he was kind of happy that he made you happy. He typed in his next message.

GS706

“Do you do private shows, gorgeous?”

You catch on to his comment. “Mhm… But its a hefty price, are you sure?” 

GS706

 “Price doesn’t matter for you, baby.” 

You chuckle at his comment, “oh really now? Show me then, and then we can do a private show..”

He was confused. Show you? How can he show you? He looked at the chat to see whether they understood, and he quickly caught onto the fact that you were talking about the interactive toy. He smirked before using his tokens to set the toy at the highest speed, which was around 10,000 tokens. He clicked on the send button and waited for it to start. You were talking to your viewers when suddenly the machine started going at an inhumane pace.

GS706 gifted ULTRA HIGH for 2 minutes

You gasped and cried as the dildo went in and out of your pussy quick. You clutched onto your chair’s armrest as the dildo continued drilling into you. “Oh fuckkk!” You curse loudly. Your thighs started shaking, and your arousal coated the dildo. Suguru got extremely hard. His hardness was poking through his pants, but he was just drooling at the way your body responded to the machine. “Ssshit… baby… fuck…” Your thighs started violently shaking, and your body arched off the chair as you started reaching climax. You immediately grabbed your wand and put it on your puffy clit, helping you reach your high. Suguru swallowed hard as he watched you. “Just like that baby… keep going” he palmed himself slowly; his dick was rock hard. You writhed and moaned loudly as the dildo and wand drove you to your climax. The chat was going crazy at the sight. No one ever really made that big of a donation. The viewers piled up, and so did the likes. The chat members thanked Suguru comically for the donation. “Yes… yes… cum for me..” He felt like a huge pervert when he said those words, but he felt a huge dampness in his crotch as he watched you squirt all over the dildo and wand. Your legs shook, and you let out a guttural scream as you came. The machine slowing down, and the wand falling off your hands. You breathe shakily and steady yourself. “Thank you… Thank you so much…” He could practically see the smile on your face, and he knew the ‘thank yous’ were directed to him. He couldn’t wait to watch you more often. 

A/N: thank you for readingggg! Should i do a part 2? Sorry if it wasn’t upto par 😭 i just wrote this out of nowhere

Masterlist <3

[ryomens-vixen]

I don't even think I can handle Chucky!Sukuna, Can you?

Contains: NSFW, Comedy, Yandere Tendencies, Vulgar language, Non-Con.

Summary: Before Sukuna passed away he made you promise to bring him back by any means necessary, and you did... But he wasn't too happy about it.

Word count: Idk Sis... 🤷🏾‍♀️

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*CRASH*

*SCREAM*

"Ryomen you told me to bring you back by any me- AH!" Yup he was absolutely pissed, stopping your sentence by the chuck of a kitchen knife that pierced the wall just inches from your face. Seeing this angry little devil inside of a children's doll Scurry about the kitchen floor in a tantrum curses and insult was laughable, but you knew who you were dealing with at the end of the day.

"Kuna just calm-"

"Tell me to calm down again, and you'll wish you hadn't!" He pointed his stubby finger at you with an enraged scrunched up face.

"What in your right mind gave you the fuckin idea to do THIS it me? Huh? Is some kinda sick joke? My dumb lovestruck wife couldn't find an actual vessel?!" God he's so hot when he's pissed, when he's degrading you.

"W-Well I wouldn't say dumb-"

"Stop goddamn talking, god I can't hear myself think with you running your mouth~" he paced back and forth about the kitchen area thinking to himself meanwhile all your dumb little brain could think about was his hand wrapped firmly around your neck once the both of you could find a perfect vessel. Hell maybe even once that looked exactly like him, but what? All you could think about was the way he manhandled you all the time. Just thinking about it made you more wet than him degrading you just now- if only he wasn't in the body of a children's toy... Something bigger... Something you could customize like the dildo you begged him to customize in the same size and shape of his cock.

💡💡💡-!!!

"Kuna! I have an idea!" You swiftly picked him up, your perverted mind racing with the thought of customizing a body for him...a sex doll to be precise.

"Well you better make this shit quick I can't stand this picking me up bullshit much longer- Ouch!"

In your excitement you might have accidentally banged his precious forehead against the frame of the door to your bedroom. While snickering about your pervy and full proof idea of transferring his soul to the body of a sex doll. As much as he would absolutely love to entertain the thought sukuna was far too busy trying to hold his temper with you, but at the same time excited to take some anger out on you in due time.

Finally it was here the sex doll you spent a few thousand dollars on made in the same likeness as your late husband. You watched as Ryomen was getting use to his new temporary body, the silicone abs, muscles, cock. Two? You customized it was two? You weren't paying attention, but Sukuna was definitely smirking your way at the thought of you bouncing on both of his cocks. He also thought about fucking you dumb.. But it Would only make you more dumb and he didn't need that at all.

"Do you like it, Ryomen! I worked so ha-" Ryomen had swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing both of his silicone cocks into your mouth shutting you up completely. "Hey.. Watch the tee- Ah What the hell~" Sukuna kept a tight grip on your hair as he fucked into your throat, He threw his head back letting out a deep groan pushing his cocks balls deep down your throat. Holding you there just the listen to the coughing and gagging you made, patting on his thigh trying to signal to him that you needed air.

"Fuuuuck~ If I wasn't plastic if I wasn't plastic I swear you'd be drinking my fuckin kids right now." He pulled out from your throat, dragging you once again by the hair and tossing you to the bed while listening to how you gasped and wheezed for air. The mere sight of struggle from his lovely, dumb, perverted wife just turned him on even more.

Before you knew it he had your wrists, and ankles all tied up, ball gag in mouth, while he pounded into both of your tight holes. Sukuna watched as tears streamed down your face and eyes rolled back- oh did he take pleasure in that.. Licking your tears from your eyes, yanking and tugging at back of of you head. Right now you were just a dirty little who're to him and he loved every bit of- just like you loved EVERY bit of him right? Right.

"Awww, Does my dirty bitch of a wife want me to stop? Heh I don't think so doll face, You're mine!" He only pounded deeper completely bullying your gspot isn't almost like you could feel him in your guts it felt so good, but it was so overstimulating. It was all too good until you felt a sharp stinging pain on your back causing a muffled scream to come out of you. Sukuna was literally slicing at his name into your back with scary accurate precision. "oh be fuckin quiet, don't you get it baby? I'm a good, fuck..., good guy like that stupid doll says- so I'ma breed and mark you like a GOOD GUY should~"

"Fuck that's so good~"

"Kuuu... N... Na.. ~"

taglist: @blkkizzat @gojos-thot-patrol-main @biscuitsngravie @satkuna @callm3senpaii @candycandy00

Gonna go do my make up for Halloween Bye!

[snowstained]

pervy best friend itto mngnnfnrnrnedhsh (i’m insane) (slightly yandere ???)

itto x afab! reader

desc: modern au, VERY NSFW!!! kinda dubcon? itto being veryveryvery pervy n dirty n stupid, he’s just a big dummy who needs smth to fuck!!! not proof read i’m lazy oops

kinks included: blood, biting, bruising, choking, breeding, pet names, thigh riding, pain, scratching, hair pulling

itto can’t help it when you wear short bottoms, his gaze always trails to your perfect thighs. when you bend over he can’t help the boner he gets seeing your ass, especially when you’re wearing tight bottoms and he can see the outline of your pussy. he’s just so enamored and infatuated.

today you and itto were going out shopping. it was more or less you try a million things on and he drools over you for a few hours. at one of the stores you found an adorable mini pleated skirt that went perfectly with the top you were wearing. “itto, doesn’t this look perfect? it’s so cute with this outfit…” you took a peak at the price tag and gasped, “oh nooo! i’m not gonna be able to get it, this is way too expensive!”

itto immediately perked up at thought of treating you to something so cute. surely he’d get you to pay him back in… other ways. there was a sound of something dropping on the floor, your hair clip, oh no! itto watched as you bent down to grab it and went red when he saw your panties that didn’t fully cover your pussy. yeah, he needed you to get this skirt. “don’t sweat it, itto’s got’cha!”

“are you sure? this is 5,000 mora… that’s really expensive for just a skirt…” you asked him hesitantly.

“yeah, yeah, it’s no problem. you can always pay me back later, it looks great on you anyway!” he said with a little too much excitement. next thing you know he’s buying it for you and you’re walking out with a brand new skirt that’s gonna get you into trouble later.

on the drive back to itto’s he felt himself struggling. his jeans felt painful and he had a vice like grip on the steering wheel. it was hard for him to pay attention to the road when your thighs looked so tempting, he wanted to die between them. his hand was softly placed on your thigh and without a warning he squeezed tight. you didn’t know what to do, all you did was look at him with big eyes in confusion.

“uhm… itto? everything okay?” you asked, worry lacing your words.

“mhm, mhm, all good. don’t worry your pretty little head” he was fighting the urge to pull over and just fuck you then and there. he looked to your chest and gripped tighter, good god your boobs were perfect.

your breath hitched, he was being weird again! dammit itto! you couldn’t lie, it kinda turned you on, feeling like a lamb next to a wolf. you squished your thighs together, feeling some sort of heat grow between your legs.

itto could smell that he was turning you on, being an oni had its perks. his hand trailed further up your thigh until it was a mere inch away from your pussy. the heat coming from between your thighs was making his brain go numb. he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and you both took an awkward ride up the elevator. you felt oh so small, and he felt hungry.

once into his apartment, he just stood and stared at you for a moment. you were used to it, sometimes you did things to turn him on on purpose because it felt nice to have someone look your way. but right now it felt different. you were helpless and at his disposal, alone in his apartment.

suddenly, he marched up to you and grabbed your hand. you let out a squeak of surprise and stumbled behind him. once in his room, he slammed the door shut and shoved your body onto his bed. you were a bit scared now, you didn’t know what was to happen. he took a step toward you and lifted your chin, making you look into his eyes, “i can’t hold back anymore, ‘m sorry angel face.”

your heartbeat increased and within seconds his bottoms were down below his hips and you were pinned. you felt something hard and hot against your thigh. when you felt the wet tip you knew it had to be his cock rubbing against you. he let out needy moans and whines, just begging to be inside of you.

“let me fuck you, pretty please? you’ve been tempting me for so, so long. i bought you that skirt, you owe me” he said with a husky voice.

you looked up at him, eyes a bit teary. “i- uhm…” you stuttered out. you didn’t know what to do. you were confused and kinda scared and really horny now. “…yes” you gave him the go ahead and he was so so happy.

he kissed you hard, fangs catching on your lips. it was sloppy and wet in the hottest way. his fingers trailed to your pussy and slipped right in. it hurt because of his nails, but he needed to prep you a little bit first. he kept rutting against your thigh as he fingered you, moaning into your mouth. he pulled away from the kiss, drool and blood lacing his lips. you licked your own, they hurt and you could feel spots where he tore skin. seeing your bloody and bruised lips only turned him on more.

he took his fingers out of you, there was a bit of blood due to his finger scratching your insides, but he didn’t really care anymore. it was more of a turn on anyway. “lemme cum inside of you, wanna fill you up ‘n breed you, doll” he whispered into your ear. you did nothing but nod in agreement.

he tried to enter you slowly, but god you were so tight. he slammed in, his dick stretching out your poor pussy. you let out a cry as he did, “itto! slow down, hurts!”

he breathed heavily, something primal was taking over. as much as he didn’t wanna hurt you, he needed to cum inside you. your cries of pleasure and pain only edged him on, he needed this. “i’m sorry, can’t stop.”

he pulled out, hooking your legs over his shoulders and slamming back in. he went hard and fast as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust. your eyes rolled back, you were getting so so close to cumming.

“itto! fuck! more more please more ‘m gonna-“ you were cut off by your own scream as you came all over him. itto let out a gutteral moan watching your face contort in pure bliss.

all that came out of him was animalistic grunts and groans until he finally came inside of you. he wasn’t done with you yet though. he flipped you over, ass in the air and face in a pillow. he mounted you, fucking you even harder and digging his nails into the fat of your ass and thighs. you felt blood trailing down, but you didn’t even care anymore. all you could focus on was how good you felt.

he grabbed you by the throat, pulling you up against his body as he fucked you. “‘m gonna claim you baby, you’re mine. mine as long as you live. i’m gonna make you mine forever” he said, biting down hard in the area between your neck and shoulder. you screamed in pain, cumming as he bit down. your hands went behind itto’s head and you pulled at his hair. he kept his fangs locked in place. one hand stayed on your throat and the other trailed down to your lower abdomen. he pressed hard, feeling his cock bulge from your tummy. he came inside you again.

you both stayed in the same position, his fangs unlatching. “mine mine mine, mine forever, got it? ahh, fuck! fuck, ‘m gonna breed you full. want you dripping with my cum, got it?” he asked you.

you nodded your pretty little head. that’s all you could do. you were so brain dead by now. his hand travelled lower, going from your stomach to your clit. he rubbed it in circles, only increasing your pleasure. he bit all over your neck, leaving little marks to let people know who you belonged to. “ah, itto! ‘m gonna cum again! lemme, please please please!” you begged him.

“go ahead baby, do it for me” he said before biting down again. you came together, finally satisfying itto. he held you up for a moment, then you both fell down onto the bed. itto took your sweaty clothes off of you before removing his own.

you felt hot and sticky and in pain. you just laid there, questioning what the fuck just happened. it didn’t feel real, but the bruises and blood were proof enough, let alone the cum dripping from you. itto laid down next to you, rubbing circles on your tummy. he pulled you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck where he claimed you as his. “‘m gonna love you forever, doll. you’re stuck with me now. if i didn’t give ‘ya any babies this time we’ll keep tryin’, okay?” he said sweetly.

what the fuck did you get yourself into?

[cumikering]

Alex Keller x reader 3

1.9k | fluff but kinda pervy

How you met Alex

Can be a one-shot, but here's part 1 and part 4

More for @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller challenge even though it's over (I'm sorry I love him too much)

Alex smiled politely at the elderly gentleman beside him who was a few decibels away from yelling – his determination to make small talk over the thumping music was admirable. The reception was great, but frankly it was getting late and he’d grown exhausted of socialising.

He hopped off the stool and leaned back onto the bar. He had a clear view of the dance floor where the bride danced with her friends. Sure, she was beautiful in her grand dress, but his eyes on her barely lasted a few seconds before following her gaze. The group had their attention on the lady in red.

He took another sip of his champagne. Your knee-length dress hugged your lovely hips, every sway gave him a peek of how blessed you were. The dress wasn’t low cut, but he could tell if you bent over just a little, your tits would threaten to spill over. Oblivious to his existence, your hips dragged on as if teasing. You sang along to the tune with your friends, your smile bright.

How didn’t I notice her before?

The flute froze against his lip. He couldn’t help imagining his large hands running down your smooth thighs, gripping them. He thought of grabbing you by your waist to feel every curve of yours against him, and how your ass would slap against his hips as he held on hard onto yours.

“Are you staring at my wife?” The groom chuckled, elbowing his ribs.

“No,” Alex coughed out. He turned towards the bar, suddenly aware of his lack of manners and the uninvited pulse in his pants. The flute clanked with the haste force of him putting it down.

“Who is it then?”

“Who’s in the red dress?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Liam faced the group again. “Oh, that’s Em’s cousin. They’re close, really cool girl. Want me to introduce you?”

“You’re just going to embarrass me,” he dismissed, downing the rest of his drink.

“I won’t. It’s fitting, just the best man getting introduced to the bride’s circle.” He gestured to his tailored suit. “Also, you don’t dress this well every day.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, rubbing his face.

He draped an arm around his shoulder. “Come on. You’ll be fine.” When he didn’t budge, Liam prodded again. “What if I tell Em to get her alone? Then you can work your own magic.”

A rejection would be humiliating, but how could he resist you?

He huffed out a ‘fine’ and watched Liam strut to the dancefloor. Right before he got to his bride, he looked back with a mischievous grin - the same one he’d been giving since they were preteens.

That’s when Alex knew he was going get played, yet it was too late to do anything about it. Defeated, he watched as Emily lit up at whatever bullshit Liam told. She pulled you in by the waist to whisper in your ear – something he also wanted to do. You chuckled before looking straight at him.

It caught him off guard that he could only give you a crooked smile. He straightened up as you walked over.

Now, Alex was a fairly confident person. He knew he wasn’t bad looking, had experience. This time though, he felt completely out of game. He didn’t know what to do as your eyes locked, but abiding to his instinct to look away wasn’t going to work in his favour. He braved himself to maintain the eye contact.

Your gaze wasn’t smug nor suggestive, yet you felt unapologetic, a touch intimidating, that it excited him. Your smile grew wider when you got to him.

“Hi, I hope Emily didn’t say anything embarrassing about me.”

“I don’t think so. She said you wanted to dance, but too shy to ask, that’s all.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m Alex, Liam’s friend.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you. Still want to dance?”

He offered you an arm before walking back to the dancefloor. Like proud parents, Emily and Liam gave him thumbs up, and he hoped you didn’t see. Fortunately, a slower electronic song played, far more fitting to dance with you to. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he could smell your fading perfume.

You swayed – a talent of yours he’d observed, his tentative hands rested on your waist. He groaned internally at how perfect he fit there, like how he had so rudely fantasised moments ago.

“I like your tie.” You ran your finger over the knot of his blood red tie.

Bet it looks better on your wrists. It even goes with your dress. “Thank you.”

You looked so much prettier up close, your eyes bright and welcoming.

“How did you like the party?”

“Could have been better. I was eyeing you the whole time, but you never came to talk to me.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding. I enjoyed it, good food, good music. But if I’m honest, I was too busy catching up with the cousins.”

“I suppose that explains why I don’t think I even saw you before just now.”

“We don’t get to see each other often, so it’s always nice to finally have everyone together.”

“I would have loved to have seen you sooner.”

“But you didn’t even make the move,” you teased.

“That’s not entirely true. I was assisted.” He let out a laugh. “In my defence, I don’t know how to approach you without being weird. I can’t just walk up and dance with you - it’s not a club. And if you think I’m a creep, you’ll definitely tell Emily, who’ll tell Liam, and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ok, that’s fair.” You smiled. “It does sound like something I’d do.”

“You don’t mind making the first move?”

“I don’t. I get what I want.”

“Am I something that you want?”

“Maybe.”

He swiftly pulled you up against him, earning him a soft gasp. “Did Emily tell you how good I think you look?” he said into your ear.

“Oh yeah, she did,” you answered, amusement in your voice. “In fact, that’s all she said, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He buried his face in your hair, chuckling. Liam got him after all. “Of course.”

“I think you’re really handsome in your suit.”

He pulled away, eyes softening as he looked at you, his thumbs rubbing your waist. “And you already know how very beautiful I find you.”

“I don’t. Tell me,” you dared, a glint in your eye.

“Maybe you’ll know if you lean in long enough.”

You laughed, giving him a playful smack. “Oh, you’re naughty.”

He grabbed your hand and held it against his chest. “I love how upfront you are. It's so refreshing to be reciprocated, like you're not playing the game alone.”

“I don’t play games. If I like you, you’ll know.”

“Can we start over? Let me make it up to you. I'll make the move this time.” He spun you around by the waist.

You chuckled, nodding at the rest of the girls a few feet away and carried on dancing.

He enjoyed the view for a few moments, watching you sway again before tapping your shoulder. You turned, your hair brushing against him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb. I’m Alex. I was at the bar, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.” He knew the whole thing was downright cheesy, but he couldn’t get enough of your smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”

You chuckled, arms wrapping around his neck again.

“I hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you. I can tell you’re the favourite of the group, can’t help wanting to join in on the fun too.” This time, his hands gripped your waist with confidence.

“They’ll manage.”

“This dress is fantastic on you. You’re gorgeous.”

Your finger traced the outline of his lapel.

He might as well use his license to flirt to shamelessly declare his attraction. “What are you doing tomorrow? Can I see you again?”

“Okay, you can stop pretending, Alex.”

“I’m not. I do want to see you again, if you want to.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked up to him. “Well, I can’t tomorrow. We’re having a family day.”

It occurred to him there might not even be another chance. “We can meet next weekend, if you live around here?”

“I’d like that.”

He let out a tiny sigh of relief. “What’s your ideal date?”

“Will it be a date?”

“I want it to be. Do you?”

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Then it’d be our first. So tell me, what’s your ideal date?”

“I like movies, but probably not best for a first date. I’d rather get to know my date, so somewhere chill with good food would be great.” You looked up at him. “But I’m open to trying out new things. You got anything in mind?”

Alex slid down a little further. His thumbs grazed along the faintest dips where the band of your underwear dug on your hips. “Have you been to a shooting range?”

You shook your head.

“Interested at all? I’ll teach you the basics, maybe even impress you.”

“Not bad. You’re actually really smooth,” you teased.

“I want to woo you, and you let me. I want you to want me too.” After a beat he added, “Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? It’s only fun if you like it too.”

“I like it,” you reassured with a smile. “I should to head back though.” You stepped back, removing your arms from him.

“Do you need a ride?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” How convenient, a flawless excuse to be with you a little longer.

He didn’t realise it was the two of you left on the dancefloor as the group had moved to the bar. The chatter stalled as you approached. You bade your goodbyes, and when Alex announced he was driving you home, Liam gave him a knowing look and a firm pat on the back. Again, he hoped you didn’t see that.

You took his arm and on your way out, he took a stalk of pink rose from the doorway arrangement.

“For the pretty lady,” he said, presenting it to you. “Hope Emily doesn’t mind.”

“I won’t tell.” You smiled, the sweetest that evening. “Thank you.”

The streets were sparse and he was tempted to pretend to get lost to spend more time with you, but alas his body betrayed him.

At your door, he yawned. “I think I’m 30 minutes away from falling asleep.”

“Oh dear, that’s not good. Go now.” You nudged him.

“But I need your number first.” He took his phone out. “How soon can I text you?” he said when you gave it back to him.

“When you get home safe.” You gave his forearm a squeeze. “Thanks for the ride. I had so much fun, but you should go, really.”

Alex drove home with a smile, mind already wandering to seeing you again. You were too pleasing to the eyes. He sent you a quick text when he arrived and got ready for bed as fast as he could. Despite how tired his body was, his mind was too excited for rest to grace.

He didn’t like feeling like a pervert, but yes, he mentally undressed you and found your imagined-form absolutely beautiful. He owed himself the continuation of his lewd fantasy which was so rudely interrupted earlier. With you and your sweet smile in mind, his hand inched to his waistband.

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When The Rain Starts To Pour ⌂ Chapter 1: The One Where Eddie Hates Paul

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Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

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“You smoke?” You ask, pointing at the cigarette held delicately between his index and middle fingers. You’re feeling a little awkward for some reason. Maybe because you’re not used to Eddie being silent. 

Eddie sniffs, says, “Yeah. Trying to quit.” Then snuffs out the half-smoked stick by crushing it against the concrete. He knows the habit might bother you. It bothers the others as well; Nancy has called it a ‘cancer stick’, Steve has often taken to flushing his cigs in protest, and Robin simply informs him that it stinks. He also knows that you have your date with Paul tonight, and as much as he dislikes the guy, he doesn’t want you smelling of smoke for your date. 

“Hm,” You hum, coming up beside him and leaning over the wall, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You shiver and he has the urge to remove his leather jacket and wrap it around you. 

There’s a lull then, in which Eddie wonders why you might have come out here. From the sounds of your prior conversation with Robin, you need to start getting ready for your date soon. Why come out here just to stand around with him in the cold? 

CW: Brief discussion of financial struggles, vague talk of poor parental relationship (not necessarily abusive though), jealousy, loneliness, reader talks of being unhappy in her previous life circumstances, probably lots of bad jokes, poorly concealed Friends references, age gap (between reader and Paul), lots of tropes, non-canon compliant (duh—but also the upside-down does not exist), kinda pervy/douchey behaviour from Paul (nothing crazy though, just generally douchey).

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 A/N: Ah! It’s finally here! I am so so so excited to share this first chapter with you after so long. I really hope it lives up to expectations. I just wanna note that while writing, I imagined the coffee shop and the apartments from Friends, so the decor and layout of each of those places are pretty much the exact same in my descriptions of them. Here’s a link to the apartments and coffee shop layouts if you’re interested. Also, I am going to do the best I can to make this era- and setting-appropriate, but keep in mind that I was not born in the 90s, nor am I from New York City (or the US in general), so there may be some inaccuracies. Anyway, enough of my rambling, happy reading!!

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“I’m so broke it’s not even funny! Like, seriously, look,” Robin exclaims before placing her mug of tea on the coffee table and proceeding to lean back awkwardly on the couch so she can turn her pockets out. They are indeed empty–a metaphorical sign of her poverty. 

Nancy clicks her tongue from her spot on a sage green chair next to the couch, reaching over to place a coaster under Robin’s steaming mug. 

It’s a relatively quiet Saturday afternoon at The Ugly Mug, only a couple other patrons milling about and occupying the various other seats around the small establishment. There’s a short woman with long, thin braids seated by the large front window and a stout man in a purple beanie sitting on one of the stools near the coffee bar. There’s also been the occasional patron coming in to pick up a to-go order–bringing in with them a rush of chilly November air–before rushing back out the dark wooden doors. 

“I’m fucking screwed. I can’t afford that big, stupid place alone,” Robin complains, retrieving her tea from the table after she’s tucked her pockets back into her jeans. 

“You could always get a second job,” Eddie offers from the opposite end of the couch, an oversized red mug half-full of very sugary coffee in hand. “Ya know, moonlight as a rockstar like some of the rest of us?” 

Robin rolls her eyes at his over-exaggeration and looks over at him as she replies, “Don’t you guys get, like, one gig per month?” 

“No…We get two gigs per month,” Eddie corrects like the disparity between her answer and his had been larger than it was. 

When he realizes that his correction wasn’t much of a correction, he adds, slightly more helpful this time, “But it’s better than just working in the restaurant. At least I get a little extra every month.” 

Robin sighs. “I guess…But it’d suck to double my exhaustion just to take another job I hate. At least your second job is something you love...I wish I could get, like, a raise or something,” She complains, head falling back against the couch in frustration. 

From beside her, Steve’s hand lands on her shoulder, placing his own mug of coffee on the table before doing so. “Why don’t you-”

“No,” She replies before he can finish. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” Steve defends and Robin lolls her head to the side to shoot him a deadpan stare. 

“I am not putting an ad in the newspaper,” She states plainly. 

“It’s a strategy! How else would you find a roommate?” 

“I agree with Robin,” Nancy pipes up from Robin’s other side. “It’s not safe, Steve. There’s so many freaks out there; you don’t know who you’re inviting into your home.”

“I live with a freak and I’m fine,” Steve jokes. 

“Hey!” Eddie exclaims, mildly offended, and slaps Steve on the arm halfheartedly. “It’s been six years, Harrington, when are you gonna stop calling me that?”

“How about never!” Steve bites back childishly. All too quickly their civilized conversation about Robin’s living situation devolves into an immature argument between two grown men. It’s almost surprising how they manage to live together and not tear each other’s heads off. Despite their silly arguments though, they surprisingly get along quite well–most of the time. 

“Hey! Can we get back on topic, please?” Nancy interrupts, mildly anxious about the eyes of the other patrons on them. Normally, she wouldn’t let others’ judgment get to her; she’s aware that she hangs around a pretty rowdy group of adults, but it’s so quiet in here today and she’d like to keep it that way. 

“Actually, I’m perfectly content right in the middle of this. I could use a distraction,” Robin says, settling into the couch beside the two bickering men.

Sighing contentedly, Robin gets comfortable and shuts her eyes, the soft light of the café causing the back of her eyelids to glow a soft orange. The boys’ bickering continues to her right as Nancy reaches over from her left to squeeze her hand in reassurance. Robin opens her eyes again to turn to her and gives her a tight-lipped smile. 

“I need a roommate,” she concludes, tone solemn. Nancy’s lips part, about to impart some advice when-

The small golden bell above the door tinkles its charming chime as it opens, and in rushes the late November bite, and a frazzled-looking young woman. As she enters the space, she makes such a commotion that Robin startles and turns to take a look at who’s causing the ruckus. The others turn to the door as well (including Steve and Eddie whose bickering has now ceased altogether due to the interruption). 

In her tow is one large suitcase, in her hand is a large black trash bag (the plastic material stretching into a grey colour in some areas), and on her back is a large backpack (stuffed so full that the biggest pocket isn’t even zipped all the way). 

It must have begun to rain at some point during their hours’ long stay at the coffee shop because the woman appears to be quite damp without an umbrella or hood on her jacket. 

Finally, Robin's eyes land on the woman’s face. In a shock, she realizes that she recognizes her. However, seeing as none of her friends are acquainted with the woman, they’re rather occupied by the seemingly magical appearance of this person who looks to be in need of a place to stay at the exact moment that Robin expressed her need for a roommate. The four of them gawk at the woman with the luggage for a moment until someone can’t help himself and must break the silence to acknowledge the absurdity of the situation. 

“And I want to be rich and famous!” Eddie exclaims, gesturing widely to the door. Unfortunately, his wish does not manifest as Robin’s had. 

Robin passes her tea to Steve, who takes it without question as she stands from her spot on the couch, passing Nancy as she rounds it. The woman is at the counter now, though as Robin nears her, the woman is not ordering a coffee or any other warm beverage. 

“Excuse me? Do you know-” You begin, but before you can finish asking the café employee about your friend's whereabouts, you feel a soft tap on your shoulder. 

 “Y/N?” 

Immediately, you recognize her voice and turn around. Many summers and phone calls throughout your childhood and teen years had familiarized you with it. 

Once you’re face-to-face, relief releases the tension you’d been holding in your shoulders. After over 12 hours of driving across the country (maybe more, you stopped keeping track at some point), countless times getting lost (your sense of direction completely failing you, even with the aid of a map and any living soul you came across), many pit stops at dank, shady rest stops, and a lot of fast food later, you’re just happy to see a familiar face. 

“Robin! Thank God! I went to your apartment-” you begin, eager to recount the story of your travels. 

“My apartment?” Robin asks, confused that you’d known her address. 

“-but you weren’t there! And I almost left to look for you myself, but then your neighbour saw me knocking and told me I could probably find you here-”

“My neighbour?”

“-and I thought, ‘It’s worth a shot,’, so I dragged all my shit back down the stairs and through the stupid rain and you’re here! But, come to think of it, I don’t even know why I brought all this stuff up with me instead of just leaving it in the car. Like, that was sort of presumptuous of me to show up at your door with a bunch of luggage, but I guess it probably wouldn’t have been a great idea to leave it in that parking garage anyway,” You finish your rambling, out of breath now and slightly lightheaded. 

That was likely an inappropriate way to greet her after all this time, but you find that you’re exhausted from your travels and electrified with adrenaline from your impulsive decision to come to New York. 

At first, it was nice to get out and stretch your legs after spending half a day in your car, and walk around this new city in search of Robin’s apartment, but now you could just collapse right here on this scuffed hardwood floor. 

Robin’s brows furrow as she tries to process your word vomit, but still cannot find an answer for her biggest question. Though she’s concerned that one of her neighbour’s so easily gave away her location to a stranger who was banging on her door and curious to know how you’d found her apartment, she’s more interested in your story for now. In learning what got you here after all this time.

“Why are you here? I mean-it-it’s great to see you, but, um-why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened?” Robin suggests, leading you gently towards the couch. 

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds great,” You agree, navigating carefully around velvet-upholstered stools with your bags in hand. 

A man with long hair and tattoos stands from the couch to take a seat on a chair to his right in order to accommodate you as Robin helps you place your bags on the floor next to the woman with the curly hair and high cheekbones. 

Finally, you sit down on the plush orange couch next to a happy looking guy with gorgeous, voluminous hair. He smiles at you kindly once you’re settled in and you breathe out, willing yourself to relax so you can attempt to coherently explain your situation to your friend and, apparently, these strangers. 

Their eyes on you make you nervous, but once Robin takes her seat next to you, you feel more at ease. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” Robin reassures as she tucks her legs underneath herself on the couch. You nod, taking one more deep breath and collecting your thoughts before beginning. 

“So-I know this is, like, totally crazy that I just kinda showed up here out of the blue after, what? 5, 6 years?” You begin nervously, looking to Robin for confirmation on how long it’s been since you last saw each other. She nods after turning her body to face you. 

“But I just–I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like this but–I felt like I was on autopilot or something, just kind of drifting through my days: going to work at a boring job with boring people, coming home to my shitty apartment, going to sleep, and doing it all over again and again and again.”

In your periphery, you notice a few of them nodding in agreement and feel relieved at their earnest validation. It gives you the strength to continue your story. 

“And one day I guess I woke up? I realized that I hated where I was, who I was with, what I was doing, what I wasn’t doing. I just sort of…panicked. I knew I couldn’t stay there–in that life and that apartment cause it was, like, a total shithole-”

“Why was it a shithole?” A voice interrupts from your right; The One With The Tattoos. You’d been so into your story for those 30-some-odd seconds that you nearly forgot that it was more than just Robin you were venting to. He seems genuinely curious and well-meaning, so you’re not perturbed by his interruption, only surprised, which is what causes you to pause before answering his question. 

In the moment you take before you respond, you clock the bat tattoo on his forearm (though you’d recognized his inked skin earlier, you hadn’t examined the art close enough to discern what the tattoos were of), among a smattering of many other patchwork tattoos, and hope you remember to ask him about it later (if there is a later with these people–there’s all the chance that Robin could send you packing). 

Finally, you shake off your surprise and respond, “Well, aside from the fact that my apartment was definitely mold-infested and my building had a serious rat problem, my landlord was a total creep.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” He agrees, brows furrowing.

“Yeah. So, I just couldn’t live there anymore, or go back to work, and I definitely was not about to go back home to live with my mother–phone calls once a week are already more than I can handle, I don’t think I could take her constant scrutiny for more than 30 minute increments,” You explain, scoffing lightly. “But, um-” You stutter, looking down at your lap and pulling at the skin of your hand absentmindedly. 

“Anyway…I panicked and I decided that I needed to get out of there as soon as possible, so two weeks ago, I put in my two weeks at work and pretty much packed up my whole life into my car and started driving without a destination…And then I remembered hearing that you’d moved to New York a few years back,” You recall, gesturing to Robin, who smiles warmly back at you.

“So I looked you up in the phone book and when I found your name I just felt like it was the right thing? Which I know sounds kinda kooky, but it was the first good feeling I’d had about something in a long time, so I just decided that I needed to trust it,” You conclude, squeezing your hands in your lap. “And I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially since it’s been so long, but…is there any chance at all that you might need a roommate?” 

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When you step inside the apartment, you immediately love the place. For one, it’s bigger than your old apartment and even has a pretty sizable balcony (that can only be accessed through a window). To your left is the kitchen with exposed brick, a simple small table with four mismatched chairs surrounding it in the middle. 

Just past the modest kitchen is the living area, which is just as eclectically decorated as the kitchen with a sofa, a fluffy looking armchair and an armless chair adjacent to each other, a coffee table, and a television set sitting atop a sideboard. Two doors are on either side of the living room. To the left of the living room is a large window (complete with a cozy looking window seat) which looks out onto the balcony. 

You marvel at the place as Robin leads through the apartment, the rest of the crew following in behind you two before the door slams shut and you enter what appears to be a bedroom slash storage space. Despite the bed in the middle, there are things strewn about on the floor, seemingly haphazardly tossed in here and forgotten about. 

After introductions to the group (you now know their names and the fact that Eddie and Steve live across the hall, while Nancy lives a few blocks away), Robin had informed you the available room at her place might be a bit of a mess since she’s been using it as storage space for a while. The only guests she has live close by enough that sleepovers were a rarity. 

“So, this’ll be your room,” Robin explains, rolling your bursting suitcase inside it. Steve enters last, dropping your trash bag full of clothes to the yellow-ish hardwood floor and you do the same with your backpack. 

It’s a fairly nice room; a simple square spacious enough to fit the queen size bed and a side table, while also allowing extra room still for a chest of drawers and vanity (which you will eventually add to the room). 

Though anything without rats, mold, and a creepy landlord would be an improvement, this place is a definite upgrade from your last and you find yourself containing a joyous squeal as you take it all in. You’ve never been a fan of change–enjoying the comfort of familiarity instead–and have always agonized over every decision you’ve made, but for once, you have no doubts about your decision to come here. This actually feels like the first real decision you have ever made. 

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When Steve opens the building's front door, the smell of fresh rain and pavement hangs in the air, an oddly nostalgic scent. It reminds you of childhood, of early mornings at summer camp with Robin. 

The sun hangs low and bright orange in the sky–it’s getting late so you’ll probably only be able to make one trip to your car and back before the sun goes down, and then have to collect the rest of your things tomorrow. 

Though you grabbed as much as you could carry from your car (which remains parked in a garage about three blocks away) before going in search of Robin’s apartment, you obviously couldn’t take everything with you, so the bags you just dropped off at your new place were only a fraction of the things packed away in your vehicle. 

Robin’s friends kindly offered to help you drag the rest of your belongings back to her apartment. Since none of them have a car, and it is apparently nearly impossible to find parking in this city, you have no choice but to carry everything back by hand. 

You lead the way to the parking garage, Robin at your side and the rest of the gang following behind you. 

As you walk through the city, past storefronts, HELP WANTED signs in windows, and people with briefcases in long coats and giant scarves walking briskly like they have someplace important to be, you’re reminded of an imperative piece of information.

“Robin?” You say as you cross the street. 

“Hm?”

“I don’t have a job here.” 

The whole reason Robin was looking for a new roommate in the first place was because she can no longer afford her place on her own. And you, as her new roommate, have been recruited to help solve that problem for her. But without a job, and a bank account that is less than impressive, you’re on the clock to find a new job–and fast. 

“You can work at Hannigan’s with Eddie and I!” She offers excitedly, her hand smacking your arm in her enthusiasm. Sorry! She apologizes quickly before continuing: “We’ve been working there forever, I can put in a good word for you with the owner.” 

“That sounds great…But what’s ‘Hannigan’s’?” You ask, because in her haste to offer a solution to your little problem, she had left out vital information. Eddie pipes up from the rear and steps forward so he can walk in step with you and Robin as he answers your question. 

The way the sun hits him from behind outlines his body in a soft orange halo, causing his long hair to shine in the early evening light. This lighting softens his features, making him look angelic and pretty as his pale skin glows. You find yourself content watching him as he speaks.  

“It’s one of those fancy upscale restaurants. The tips are usually pretty good, but sometimes you gotta endure some light harassment to get them,” Eddie explains, and when he sees the apprehensive look on your face, he jumps to reassure you: “Sometimes we get to take home leftovers though.”

“By ‘get to take’, he means steal,” Steve corrects and you look to Robin for confirmation.

She just shrugs. “They’d go to waste anyway.” 

“I guess I’ll just have to invest in some armour, then,” You say, implying that physical armour could somehow protect you from rude customers. Eddie smiles at that, a dimple carving into his cheek. Briefly, you note how charming his smile is, but before you can stare too long, Robin grabs your attention by lightly elbowing you. 

“Don’t worry, snooty rich people can’t be as bad as Harrington's snotty children,” She says. 

“Oh! You have kids?” You wonder, turning to Steve as he strides along casually a few steps behind you, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. 

“No, not yet. I work at one of the preschools in the area,” Steve supplies. 

“Oh, nice. You like working with kids?” You wonder. 

His answer is apparent on his face which lights up instantly at the question. “Love it. The kids are really great, and so much more capable than people give them credit for! People are quick to dismiss kids, especially four and five year olds, but they understand more than you think.” Steve rambles, his passion clear. 

“Hey, is this the garage?” Robin asks, bringing your attention back to the task at hand. 

It is. The place you left your car a mere two hours ago, nervous and unsure of what came next. But now you have a new place, something akin to a job offer, and three kind strangers and one old friend by your side. 

Once you reach your car–which is parked all the way on the top floor–you unlock the back seat doors. 

“Okay, so, let’s try to grab all the stuff from the front and maybe a few things from the back?” You suggest, then move to unlock the trunk of your car where the boys stand. 

“Jesus. How did you pack all this shit in here?” Eddie asks, marvelling at the trunk of your car which is stuffed full of most of your belongings. 

“Are we about to find your kitchen sink packed away in here, or what?” Steve adds. 

“Uh, I don’t know, really,” You say, answering Eddie’s question. “I packed it all up so quickly I didn’t really notice how much stuff it actually was, but it’s like my entire apartment is stuffed into this trunk.” You say, and it kind of is. You���re surprised your trunk could even shut with how crowded it is. 

Robin and Nancy grab the remaining bags from the back seat, while you and the guys grab a couple boxes from the trunk. Then you lock up and start back to your new apartment. 

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Your first thought when you gain consciousness in your bed is a thought that no one would ever want to have—especially not before eight in the morning. Someone has broken into my apartment. 

Your eyes shoot open, staring up at the ceiling–your new ceiling! In your new apartment! That you’ve lived in now for a solid 48 hours. But your time here may be cut short if the intruder has plans that involve you and a knife.

You know for a fact that it is not Robin because you share a wall with her and can hear her shuffling around her room getting ready for the day, and the person out in your living room right now definitely opened your front door and is now shuffling around out there.

Thud. 

What the fuck was that?

Most people in your situation might freeze in fear and simply lie in wait for the intruder to come to them, accepting their fate. Others might run and hide. But you, on this random Tuesday in November at 7:43AM were apparently a force to be reckoned with. The Old You might have chosen one of the two above options, but New York You–the new, and hopefully improved, you–has a job interview today and are not going to let some intruder stop you from making it. 

You are not about to have your fresh start end so soon. So, you carefully pull the covers off of your body and as quietly as possible get out of bed.

Inching slowly towards the door, you decide you first need a weapon to defend yourself. There’s no use going out there and meeting the intruder if you can’t protect yourself against them. However, since you’re not in the kitchen, you don’t have access to a knife or any other kitchen utensil that could be wielded as a weapon. And since many of your belongings are still packed away in bags and boxes scattered around the room, you don’t exactly have many options. 

Quickly, you grab the first object you see that could potentially be used to incapacitate the intruder. Then, you very slowly reach for the handle of your door. 

Twisting the handle as gently as you can manage so as not to draw attention to yourself, you begin to open the door, revealing an inch of the kitchen, then another couple inches which reveals a sliver of the living room. Heart racing wildly in your chest, you decide it’s now or never. 

Bursting from your room while brandishing your weapon of choice, you let out what some may describe as a battle cry, startling the intruder in the living room. Startling them so much that they bang their head on the coffee table when they try to get up from where they’re laying on their stomach on the floor between the couch and table. 

You don’t have a great view of the intruder from where you stand right outside your door, so you slowly step toward them where they lie. 

The intruder groans in pain, forehead falling to rest on the rug below them as they bring a hand to the back of their head. A head with long, messy curls that you vaguely recognize. 

Oh. Oh, God. 

“Eddie?” You question meekly, lowering your weapon as waves of guilt crash over you. 

“Uh-huh,” He replies weakly, voice muffled by the rug he’s practically eating. 

“Oh, God,” You moan before placing your weapon on the table and rushing to his side. He lifts his head then, and you help him up onto the couch. He groans again as he sits back into the plush cushions and all you can do is apologize. 

Taking a seat on the coffee table, you grimace at his grimace. “I am so sorry, I thought you were an intruder,” You explain, squeezing your fingers in your hand. Your heart still races in your chest. 

“It’s-It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Kinda did it to myself,” Eddie jokes, still rubbing the back of his head. You nod once, biting your lip, still feeling guilty because, yeah, he technically did do it himself, but he wouldn’t have if you hadn’t stormed out of your room like a crazy person and screamed bloody murder.

As your heart slows to its normal pace, you begin to wonder what he was doing here in the first place—laying on the living room rug for that matter.

“Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but what exactly were you doing on the floor?” You ask, finally taking in his dress now that the situation has deescalated some. He wears red and black plaid pyjama bottoms and a white tank top so see-through that you catch a glimpse of dark ink beneath the material. The sight steals your breath for a moment. 

“I was, uh, looking for my rings. Thought they might have fallen under the table,” Eddie supplies, drawing your eyes back up to his face. His eyes are warm and soft. God, you don’t think you’ve ever seen eyes so large and round. He looks like a baby deer or something. A cute, injured baby deer. 

“Oh. Did Robin let you in?” You ask, because it doesn’t matter that he looks like a baby deer, what matters is that it is very possible that he simply let himself into your apartment and you’re not sure you’re comfortable with that just yet. I mean, you’ve only just met him and the others two days ago, and have only seen them one other time since then when they had come by to help clear out your new room. 

Eddie looks like the guilty one now as he replies, “Uh, no…?”

“Sorry,” He apologizes quickly. “Let me just…try this again.” 

You’re not sure exactly what he means until he stands and begins walking backwards in the direction of the front door, all the while making strange noises with his mouth that somewhat resemble the sound of rewinding a tape. He’s literally starting over, resetting, going back in time to try this again because he saw you weren’t comfortable with his uninvited presence in your apartment.

All you can do is sit and simply stare at the strange, yet comical display as Eddie awkwardly reaches behind him, opens the door, reverses out into the hallway, and shuts the door with a slam. 

Too stunned to laugh for a moment, you sit in silence for approximately five seconds, thinking that might be the end of it, before a knock sounds at the front door. 

You hesitate, staring at the door strangely. But you’re intrigued now by his strange display, wanting to know how it ends. So you stand and stroll over to the door, opening it to, of course, reveal Eddie, who smiles brightly at you. 

“Good morning,” He greets politely. “You mind if I come in?” 

Stifling a giggle, you nod. “Of course.” And open the door wider, stepping to the side to allow him space to enter. He enters swiftly and you shut the door.

Eddie saunters over to the living room once again, about to resume the search for his rings when he spots your weapon of choice sitting innocently on the coffee table where you left it. He pauses and stares at it for a moment, tilting his head, and you stare at his back as you remain in the kitchen, watching as his dark curls shift and fall to one side, cascading over his shoulders. 

The presence of the weapon is new to him since it obviously was not there when he entered the apartment the first time. He also hadn’t seen it even when he’d gotten up from the floor because you’d sat on the coffee table, and therefore blocked his view of the object. 

Now, Eddie wanders over to the coffee table, gingerly picking the weapon up like it’s some sort of precious antique, then spins around smoothly to face you. Holding it loosely at one end, he lets it dangle just above the hardwood floor.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you. You stare back at him, unsure of what’s happening. 

“What?” You wonder. 

“What were you gonna use this for?” Eddie asks, tone humorous, and dark eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“To-to defend myself against the intruder,” You answer, suddenly feeling strangely self-conscious about your choice of weapon. 

“With a bathrobe tie?” Eddie exclaims, shaking the flimsy terry cloth material around so the long fabric wiggles in the air.  

“Y-yes!” You defend weakly.

“What were you gonna do? Spa-day me to death?” 

“No! I-I thought it could be used to, like—choke someone?” You say, cringing as the words come out of your mouth. 

Eddie barks a laugh. But you can tell he's not laughing at you. He simply finds the situation and your choice amusing. In the little time you’ve spent around Eddie, you don’t get the impression that he’s mean-spirited or judgmental. The exact opposite actually–to you, he’s only been accepting and kind. 

“It’s creative, I’ll give you that. But not very practical,” Eddie critiques.

“My robe was hanging on my door, okay? It’s not like I had a knife in there or something,” You attempt to defend, playing along. 

“Still!” He laughs incredulously. 

“Let me get this straight: first, you break into my apartment, and then I very kindly invite you back in, and you insult my choice of weapon?” 

Eddie seems to mull this over, recalling the events in his mind to confirm that, yes, that is indeed what has happened.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so…Ya know, you should really talk to Harrington. He’s the king of wielding random objects as weapons. When we first moved here, he thought we were getting broken into all the time, and this one time he grabbed our floor lamp and-” 

Before he can finish his story though, Robin comes out from her bedroom, dressed in some jeans and a striped long-sleeve. She makes it a few steps before she notices Eddie and you standing almost ten feet apart in the living room together, both of you still dressed in your pyjamas, and one of you grasping a purple bathrobe tie. Robin stares for a moment like she’s suspicious of something, shifting her eyes from you to Eddie and back again. They land on Eddie when she slowly asks, “What’s going on?” 

“I was looking for my rings. You seen ‘em?” He explains, effectively diverting her attention from the strangeness of the situation. 

“Yeah,” She nods, walking towards the kitchen again. “In the dish by the door.” 

“Cool. Thanks,” Eddie says, walking towards you now. Before he walks past you to retrieve his rings though, he takes hold of the other end of the bathrobe tie, pulling it taught, and presenting it to you with a slight bow. “Your sword, m’lady.” 

Grabbing the tie from him, you thank him, and he continues toward the dish by the door. Eddie’s theatrical and kind of strange, but instead of weirding you out, you find that those traits endear you to him. You’re sick of boring people and to finally be around someone who is so unapologetically themselves is refreshing. Especially someone as interesting as Eddie. 

Turning around to the kitchen where Eddie is carefully rooting through the dish for his rings and Robin is grabbing a juice from the fridge, you realize something strange about what just happened. Though surprisingly, none of it has to do with Eddie. 

“Um-if you were in your room getting ready, how did you not hear my scream?” You ask, because you doubt that she just didn’t hear it. You were pretty loud. 

After taking a sip from the small plastic bottle, Robin explains, “Huh. I guess I’ve learned to sort of tune out the noise. Living across the hall from two idiots who barge into my apartment without warning has kind of become my new normal. Loud, sudden noises aren’t really surprising anymore.”

“It’s worrying how desensitized you are,” You reply, mostly joking. 

Robin takes another sip of her juice and shrugs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get there someday.” 

“Ya know, I really hope I don’t.” 

Robins snorts, approaching the counter where Eddie is still picking his rings from the mess of keys and other small trinkets in the dish, and crouches down to retrieve her tote bag from the shelf below the counter. You ball up and toss your robe tie in the general direction of your room before Robin pops back up and turns to grab her juice from the table behind her. 

“Okay, so I gotta go run some errands, but I should be back just after your interview,” She informs and you nod. Eddie goes to leave as well, opening the front door as Robin tells you, “Good luck, you’ll be great!” Then heads for the door as well. 

Gratitude swells in your chest. Robin has been more than kind to you these past two days. Before Saturday, it had been years since you last spoke.

You and Robin were best friends at the summer camp you attended as children and remained close as you entered your teen years and later became camp counsellors at the same camp. You were the first person she ever came out to and it often felt like you shared a brain; for many years she was your sister. 

Despite your living hours and hours away, you and Robin maintained your friendship during the non-summer months; talking on the phone often and mailing letters back and forth. 

Eventually, though, your individual lives got busy and neither of you had the time to maintain the long-distance friendship or attend summer camp as counsellors anymore. Phone calls decreased and letters stopped being written and mailed, until eventually, your friendship fizzled out. There was no major falling out of any sort; the end of your friendship was simply the result of poor management on both ends. 

You often thought about calling her up to see how she was, but it wasn’t until last week that you made the impulsive decision to contact her again. And you’re glad you did. She’s given you a new home and she even helped you set up your job interview at Hannigan’s. You’re grateful that she’s given you the opportunity to start fresh in this new city with new, interesting people, but much of your gratitude comes from the chance you now both have to breathe life back into your cherished friendship.

“Hey,” You call, causing Robin to pause and turn to you before she exits the apartment, brows expectantly raised. “I know I’ve already said it so many times, but I just want to say thank you one more time for everything you’ve done for me these past two days. And I know it’s been a long time since we’ve been friends…but you’re a really good friend.” 

Robin smiles softly at you. “You’re a really good friend too. You always have been.” 

It’s then you rush to her at the door where you embrace her in the biggest hug and hope the action translates the magnitude of your thankfulness and love for her. 

“I’ll see you later,” She says after you part, walking out into the hallway. 

You sigh.

It has been one hectic morning, and your interview starts at 10:30, so you should probably start getting ready now. But Eddie lingers in the hallway, just outside his front door. 

Before you can even say anything, he preemptively apologizes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, like, eavesdrop, but you have your interview at Hannigan’s today?” 

You’re not mad though. Nothing you said was a secret. And so far, you trust Eddie. He cares about the way people around him are feeling and takes action to remedy situations where people aren’t happy or comfortable. That much is clear from this morning. It’s why you don’t dismiss him and leave to get ready. He’s a good person. 

“Yeah, I do. Why?”

Eddie takes a couple steps forward so he’s standing just inside your apartment once again. 

“Would it help if I gave you some tips? I’ve been working there for a while and I kinda know what they’re looking for, so-”

“That would be great!” You exclaim, because you really need this job if you want to continue living here. 

Eddie just smiles brightly at your reaction as you say, “Just let me get dressed and then I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready?” 

“Sure,” Eddie nods, grabbing the edge of the door on his way out to close it. 

“Oh! And Eddie?” You call out just before the door shuts. 

“Yeah?” He responds, popping his head back in the apartment. 

“I really am so sorry about this morning.” 

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for breaking in…Although you seemed pretty unprepared, so, yaknow, this was probably a good learning experience for you,” He teases, that same sparkle in his eyes that had appeared when he was questioning your weapon returning. 

You bite your lip over a smile as Eddie winks at you and disappears behind the door, the heavy wood slamming softly shut. 

Getting ready in record time, you end up knocking on Eddie’s door across the hall approximately one hour later, leaving more than enough time for Eddie to give you interview tips and for you to walk over to Hannigan’s to arrive early. 

As you stand in the hall awaiting his answer, you feel oddly giddy, a swarm of nervous butterflies fluttering rapidly in your belly. Briefly, you think your butterflies can be explained on account of Eddie making you nervous. But you bat that thought away as you hear footsteps approaching and remind yourself that it’s more likely that your upcoming job interview has caused the butterflies. 

When Eddie answers his door, you find he’s also gotten dressed in the hour since you’ve seen each other. He wears a simple black t-shirt with a band name and logo you don’t recognize on the front with a long-sleeve underneath, and some light-wash jeans. His hair is noticeably more tame, his curls flowing neatly over his shoulders. Eddie also wears the silver rings he was searching for this morning; three on one hand, and one on the other. The fluttering in your belly intensifies for a moment, but again, you bat them away. 

“You wanna come in or are we gonna do this out in the hall?” Eddie jokes when you make no move to enter his apartment, unaware of this strange battle you’re having within yourself at his doorstep. 

Shaking yourself free of your thoughts, you mutter a quick apology and take his joke as an invitation to enter. As you do, you realize this is the first time you’ve been inside his apartment. Which isn’t a surprising fact. You’ve only been here for two full days, and haven’t really left your apartment much since then.

His apartment is smaller and you might describe it as drab, but their decor choices are vibrant in their own way. 

The kitchen is immediately to your right as you enter, a table to your left, and as you wander further into the room, a counter separates the entrance slash kitchen area from the living room. In the living room sits two black recliners and a large wood entertainment centre with a television set. On either side of this are two closed doors. 

The far right side of the apartment has two windows and a red sofa sitting beneath it. Beside that is another door, this one open (revealing tiled floor and a closed shower curtain). 

There isn’t much in the way of wall decoration (aside from a lone dart board hanging on the wall and a few posters), but on some of the shelves of the entertainment centre are framed photographs. Some of the photos feature what appears to be two younger versions of Steve and Eddie, presumably taken in high school. In one photo, Eddie has his arm around Steve’s shoulder and they both hold beer cans in their hands. Eddie smiles cheekily for the camera, while Steve puts on a faux grimace at his friends close proximity. 

Other photos feature boys who appear to be much younger than Steve and Eddie (possibly siblings?) and there are also photos that include Robin and Nancy, some recent and others clearly taken years ago. Another includes Steve and Eddie carrying a boy with curly hair–who wears a graduation cap and gown–on their shoulders, all of them smiling widely. You can tell it's candid as they all appear to be laughing and unaware of the camera photographing them. 

“Who’s this?” You ask curiously, pointing at the photo as you turn around, finding that Eddie hasn’t moved from his spot at the door and has likely been watching you inspect his living area this whole time. Suddenly you feel like you’re intruding. “Sorry, I-”

“No worries. You can look. That’s what they’re there for,” He shrugs, finally joining you in the living room. 

At your side now, Eddie inspects the photo you pointed to and a fond smile crosses his face. His side profile is soft, and you spy just a hint of shaven stubble on his cheeks. It distracts you for a moment. 

“Dustin,” Eddie says after a beat. 

“What?” You ask dumbly, now preoccupied with the freckles you’ve spotted that dot his pale skin lightly. 

You’ve never been this close to him before. All you’d have to do to get right into his personal space is take one short step forward. But of course you won’t do that. Why would you? 

Eddie looks from the photograph to you. “In the picture,” He explains, nodding to the framed image. “That’s Dustin. It was taken at his high school graduation, like, two years ago? He’s a good kid…Well, he’s not really a kid anymore, but I guess it still feels like that sometimes.” 

“How do you know him?” You hear yourself say. The kid looks like he’s about five years younger than Eddie and Steve, so naturally you’re curious about how they know him. 

You’re supposed to be here getting pointers for your job interview, but instead, you find that you’re more interested in the details of Eddie’s life. 

“Uh, we were in high school together and I had this club that he was a part of,” Eddie explains, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“What kind of club?” You wonder, electing to ignore the fact that he somehow attended high school with this kid. 

He seems reluctant to provide you with an answer to your question. Up until now, he’s been a pretty open book; someone who doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him. But now all of the sudden, he’s guarded? 

“I won’t judge, yaknow,” You reassure, because you won’t, but also because his reluctance to reveal what sort of club he ran makes you all the more curious to find out. 

Eddie side eyes you, squinting. He must determine that your remark is genuine because he straightens up from where he’d bent slightly to view the photo and provides you with an answer. 

“Ever heard of DnD? Dungeons and Dragons?” 

You furrow your brows for a moment, vaguely recognizing the name, but not remembering why. 

“Oh!” You exclaim after a beat. “Yes! Was that the one that people were freaking out about years ago cause they thought it caused Satanism?”

Eddie snaps his fingers as he responds, “That’s the one.” 

Then, he glances back at the photograph, and you think you can almost make out memories behind his eyes. Fond ones. You lean forward slightly, trying to catch his eyes again.

“You still play?” 

Your question shakes him out of his momentary reverie, and he looks to you once again. “Not as much as I used to…But Dustin and the other guys and I try to organize a couple meetings throughout the year. It’s hard though because everyone’s kinda spread out now. And busy.”

His tone is wistful as he continues to glance around at the photos sitting on the shelf. Had you just upset him? First, you assist him in banging his head against your coffee table and now you’re potentially causing him some emotional pain too! Good going. 

You’re about to apologize or change the subject, but Eddie speaks before you can. “Anyway! We should probably talk about your interview now. How long do we have?”

Looking around the room to find a clock, you spot one by the door. The little hand points toward the nine and the large hand points toward the six. 

“About a half hour before I should get going,” You respond, turning back to Eddie as he takes a seat on one of the recliners behind you. You sit down as well. 

“Great. So…do you have any questions first?” Eddie asks, unsure where to start. 

“Uh,” You say, trying to remember any questions you had, but you can’t seem to recall any as you roll up the sleeves of your thick sweater, the ink on your wrist and forearms revealed as the fabric is pulled back. 

Immediately, Eddie’s eyes shoot down to the action and for the first time, he catches sight of the ink.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” He remarks, like it’s something he should have known. As if it’s been more than 48 hours since you met and it’s ridiculous that he didn’t know. 

“Oh. Yeah,” You say absentmindedly, glancing down at your arms. 

“Tip number one: your tattoos are sick, but at Hannigan’s, they aren’t exactly appreciated, so you should make sure you cover them up.”

“Gotcha,” You say, rolling your sleeves back down the length of your arms.

Suddenly you’re reminded of your first day when you spotted his inked arms. The seven bats decorating his forearm. “Um…Yours are really cool by the way,” You compliment. 

Then, “When did you get your first one?” You ask, veering further off topic. You can’t seem to stop yourself and you don’t know why. 

“Uh…heh,” Eddie huffs a short laugh, almost as if he’d forgotten until this very second when you’d asked him. “I think I was, like, 16, 17? I did a really shitty stick-and-poke on my leg–the initials of my band name: Corroded Coffin.”

Every new thing you learn about Eddie intrigues you. Of course this long-haired, tattoo-having, ring-wearing, Dungeons and Dragons-playing 20-something would also have been in a band. Your surprise is likely evident on your face.

“You’ll have to come to one of our gigs sometime,” Eddie invites casually, as if it’s not the most cool thing to say in the world. Eddie didn’t used to be in a band, Eddie is in a band! 

“You’re still in the band?” 

“Yeah, the other guys live out here too, and we do regular gigs a few times a week…but, um, what about you? When did you get your first tattoo?” 

Still gaping at him, you must pick your jaw up off the ground before you can respond. Cool and humble. How is he real?

“Oh, um, I was 18…I actually got it cause I knew my mom would hate it and it would probably piss her off,” You say, a little embarrassed by that fact. You don’t know why you reveal the information to him in the first place. Maybe because for some odd reason you know he won’t tell anyone. Even still—his story was way cooler. Especially since it preceded the reveal that he’s in a band. But maybe that’s also part of the reason you share it. You want him to think you’re just as interesting as he is—though you’re not sure who would be impressed by the information you just shared. 

“Did it work?” Eddie asks. To your surprise, he seems invested in your answer, leaning over the edge of the recliner's armrest. As if what you’ve said was equally as interesting as his response. 

“Did what work?” 

“Was she pissed?” 

“Oh!” You say, like a total ditz. “Um, yeah. Big time. She hates tattoos.” 

“Is that why you have all of them?”

“No, I only got the first one to make her mad. And then when I realized I really loved it, I just kept getting them,” You respond, pushing your sleeve back slightly to brush the one on your wrist with your thumb. 

When you look back up at him he’s smiling softly at you, but he quickly averts his gaze and his eyes find the clock on the wall. “Shit,” He says, a little panicked. “We only have 20 minutes.”

Whipping your head around to glance at the clock, the hands confirm that it’s 20 to 10 and you’ve barely discussed what you came here to discuss. 

“I guess we’ll just have to lightning round this shit,” Eddie says, determination set in his tone. 

And you do lightning round this shit. In just over 20 minutes, Eddie tells you as much as he can about the owner of the restaurant—Cordelia—who is going to be interviewing you. He tells you how to sit, what to say, how to say it, anything and everything he can think of to help you secure a job at this place. 

As you two stand and Eddie walks you to the door, he shoots you a few final pointers.

 “Obviously it helps that you have experience working at an upscale restaurant, so, um, she’ll probably ask you about that too,” Eddie says, and you nod.

When you reach the door, you turn to him. 

“Thank you so much for your help,” You say sincerely. “You really didn’t have to do this, so it means a lot that you did.” 

“Of course I did,” Eddie replies, like it's just that simple. Your brows furrow. “You’re a member of this party now, and as a fellow party member, it’s my duty to help other party members out when they’re in need.”

“A ‘party member’?” 

You’re sure you catch the faintest blush across his cheeks from your question.

“Sorry, uh, I guess it just means you’re one of us now…A friend,” Eddie explains. 

“A friend,” You repeat. And you find the word involuntarily pulls your lips into a soft smile. 

“Anyway, you should probably get going,” Eddie reminds with another glance at the clock. 

“Yeah, okay,” You agree, turning to open the door.  “Oh, um, where did you say the restaurant was again?” You ask when you’re out in the hallway. 

“It’s um…You know what? Why don’t I just walk you there?” Eddie offers. 

“Really? You don’t mind?” 

“Not at all,” Eddie says with a charming smile. 

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Cordelia was an intense woman. Eddie had warned you of this, though you had wildly underestimated the level of intensity the woman embodied. She was tall, and wore her long, black hair up in a sleek ponytail, not a flyaway in sight. Her office was large and so neat that you thought it looked like some sort of staged set for a decor magazine. 

During your interview, you learned exactly one thing about Cordelia: Cordelia does not fuck around. She did not have time for exchanging pleasantries, and a simple handshake and a “take a seat” was the only introduction she provided you with before she began the interview, which mostly felt more like a police interrogation than a job interview. 

By the end, you thought you felt good about how it went, but Cordelia was hard to read. You never once saw her smile or provide you with any kind of verbal or non-verbal communication that would indicate that she was impressed with your resume or any of your answers to her questions.

It was likely one of the most strange job interviews you had ever had. It didn’t necessarily leave you full of hope as you got up from the leather upholstered chair and Cordelia informed you that you would receive a call if she decided to hire you. 

Walking through the restaurant–which was void of patrons, but had some staff preparing and setting up for opening in a few hours–, you finally come to the large glass entrance doors, and push one open. The late November chill blasts you in the face immediately and the switch from the warmth of the restaurant to this shiver-worthy weather is jarring. Had it somehow dropped five degrees from when you’d walked here? 

Turning right and beginning your trek back home, you hear a voice call out your name from behind you. 

You ignore it at first, thinking that the person can’t be calling out to you since you know a grand total of four people so far (five if you count Cordelia—but you don’t) and surely there are other people in this massively diverse city that also have your name. 

“Hey!” The voice calls again once you’ve made it no more than fifteen feet from the restaurant. 

Finally, you stop walking and spin around to locate the source, and what you find surprises you.

Eddie is currently jogging toward you. 

He’d waited this whole time? Out in the freezing cold? With that effortlessly cool leather jacket that is an extremely pathetic excuse for a winter coat and is definitely doing nothing to keep the warmth in?

“Hey,” He says again once he reaches you. 

“Hey,” You say. “You didn’t have to wait for me, Eddie.” Because he really didn’t and you don’t want to be a burden or make him think you’re taking advantage of his kindness. 

“Seeing as you’re going in the wrong direction, it’s probably a good thing I did,” Eddie tells you, nodding back in the other direction with a gentle, c’mon. You feel your face warm even as the wind whips you. 

“Thanks,” You say sheepishly, walking in step with Eddie—in the correct direction now.

“So, how’d it go? Did you crush it?” He asks hopefully, head turned to look at you, and his shoulders pushed up by his red-tipped ears as though he’s trying to conserve heat. 

The furrow in your brow and your soft stuttering must be enough for Eddie to understand exactly how it went, as he speaks before you can provide him with your best approximation of how the interview might have gone. 

“Yeah, that’s normal with Cordelia. That woman is impossible to read,” He says, shaking his head as you both stop at a crosswalk. 

“Right? Oh my God. I’m glad it wasn’t just me,” You say, relieved because that means that the interview wasn’t a total disaster. Is that what that means?

“Yeah, we call her Medusa,” Eddie remarks with a sidelong glance at you. 

You snort unattractively at the nickname and just as quickly bring your hand to your face, covering your mouth as if the action could force the sound back in. 

“Fitting,” You say, coughing as a cover for the noise when Eddie looks at you, brows raised, supposedly amused by your amusement. 

Eddie smirks to himself, barely noticeable, before asking, “Did she say she’d call?” As you look both ways before crossing the street with many other bundled-up New Yorkers. 

“Uh, yeah, why?” 

“That’s a good sign,” He answers, his shoulders shaking with a sudden shiver. That simple statement allows just a little drop of hope to blossom in your chest. 

“Are you cold?” You ask because he can’t not be freezing. He’s not exactly convincing you otherwise. 

“Yeah. I can’t feel my fingers,” Eddie states plainly.

“Wanna jog the rest of the way?” You offer, mostly joking. 

“Please,” He replies anyway.

Though you don’t exactly jog the last few blocks home, you do pick up the pace, and when you get back you make him some tea to warm him up (and hopefully bring back feeling in his fingers). 

⌂ ⌂ ⌂ ⌂ ⌂

Since your interview every time the phone rings you basically leap over any obstacles in your way to get to the phone, hoping it will be Cordelia calling about your waitressing position as Hannigan’s. But each time the phone rings and it’s a telemarketer, or the bank, or anyone other than Medusa herself, you lose just a little more of that small inkling of hope you allowed yourself to have. 

At present, you sit on the couch in the living room beside Robin while you eat noodles; the rest of the Chinese spread sitting on the coffee table in front of you or in the laps of Steve, Eddie, and Robin. 

On the plush chair to your left sits Steve who is currently chowing down on some dumplings while staring with rapt attention at the television, and Eddie–who announced his newfound aversion to normative seating options upon his arrival in your home–sits on the floor by your socked feet. 

Though the TV is on, you aren’t really paying attention. It’s been just over a week now since you moved in and one week to the day since your interview, and by now you’ve lost all hope. 

Privately, you decided that you would call time of death on this potential job by the end of today and start searching for a new one tomorrow. You know there’s plenty of other jobs out there, but the prospect of working with Robin and Eddie had excited you and made you a whole lot less anxious about working in this new city.  

Ring! Ring! Ring! 

Hope surges inside of you despite your intentions of abandoning it. Suddenly, you feel three sets of eyes on you. Even Steve—who had been incredibly invested in the lifeguards running in slow motion on the television screen—looks at you now. 

They all knew you’d been waiting for the call. They also knew that you hadn’t received one. Not the one, at least. You wish you had time to get up and answer the phone that sits on the side table in your bedroom because you’d really rather not admit to them that it’s simply another telemarketer. 

Since you don’t have the time to reach the phone in your bedroom though, you pull in a deep breath, reach over the sofa arm, and pick up the landline that sits on the glass end table. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello, this is Cordelia Hannigan from Hannigan’s-”

And after that you think you black out. Because you don’t hear anything after that. Because this is the happiest you’ve ever been about getting a call about a job. Which sounds ridiculous since it’s just a waitressing job. But it represents so much more. It’s the seal that cements your place in this city with these people. It represents your new beginning. 

With that realization you decide that you should probably listen to your new beginning. Trying your best to tune into Cordelia’s words, you hear her throwing words and phrases around like strict dress code and uniform and training and first shift. When she’s done, you tell her thank you, and return the phone to the base, hanging it up with a resolute click. 

Three sets of eyes remain on you and your frozen body. When you don’t say anything after one second of hanging up, they get restless. 

“So?” Steve prompts, leaning forward in his chair in anticipation. 

“Was it Medusa?” Robin asks from your side. 

You nod slowly, not believing it yourself. “Uh-huh…I got the job.” 

“You got the job!” They all shout in freaky unison. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You think you hear Steve mutter déjà-vu to himself as Robin and Eddie continue their cheering and congratulating. 

“I-I start training this week and my first shift next week,” You inform. 

And then Eddie’s shouting, “Speech, speech, speech!” with his hands cupped over his mouth as if you’re much further away from him. 

“Alright, alright!” You acquiesce as the others join his chant, putting your noodles down on the coffee table and getting up to stand in front of the television.

“Um, I guess I just want to thank all of you,” You begin, feeling suddenly sincere, but still maintaining a note of jest. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you. Steve, you helped me transport and unpack most of my shit. And I have a lot of shit.”

He nods in agreement. “And I couldn’t have focused on prepping for the interview if I was worried about my stuff sitting in my car in that garage, so thank you…Robin, you helped me set up the interview with Cordelia-”

“Medusa,” Robin and Eddie correct simultaneously. 

“Medusa,” You correct yourself. “And you also recommended me for the position. So, thank you…And last, but certainly not least, Eddie,” You say, smiling softly when you catch his eye. He smiles right back at you, that charming dimple appearing on his face as he does. 

“Without your pointers I probably would not have made it through the interview without being turned to stone.”–Eddie snorts–“And I also probably would have gotten completely lost and wandered into the East River if you hadn’t been there when I left. So, thank you…” You tell him sincerely, the partially joking tone you had maintained throughout your cheesy speech erased completely now since your gaze had fallen on him. 

“Good night, New York!” You finish, trying to play up the cheesiness now to divert from the seriousness that had snuck into your tone, and you bow dramatically as Robin and Eddie clap and woop. But Steve, you notice, is glancing oddly as Eddie.

You laugh as you take your seat, plucking your cardboard box of noodles off the table as you go. 

⌂ ⌂ ⌂ ⌂ ⌂

“Robin!” You hear Steve call from out in the living room, his voice muffled slightly through your closed bedroom door. “The door!” 

Robin’s door creaks open before you hear her exit her bedroom. 

“You couldn’t have gotten it?” She complains as she walks through the apartment to answer the door. 

“No. Baywatch is on,” Steve replies like his answer needs no further explanation. You snicker to yourself as you button up your pressed, white uniform shirt. You swear you can hear Robin’s eyes rolling. 

Baywatch was Steve’s favourite TV show; he never missed an episode—except for last week when a meeting at his school ran longer than expected and he’d called Robin to get her to tape it for him. He decided that now–while you were both getting ready to leave for work–was the perfect time to come over and watch it (instead of taking the tape back to his place since your TV is better anyway). 

The apartment's front door–which remains perpetually unlocked when you and Robin are home–opens and you listen closely to hear who it might be while you work on tucking your shirt into your formal black dress pants. 

“Oh. Hey, Eddie,” You hear Robin greet, though it sounds more like a question with the confusion lacing her tone. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, his footsteps tapping against the faux hardwood as Robin shuts the door with a loud slam. 

With a quick glance over at your alarm clock, you find that it’s almost time to leave. The realization sends nervous butterflies to flight in your belly. Tonight is your very first shift at Hannigan’s. 

Last week you had your training, which was nerve-wracking, but tonight was the real thing. Tonight you would be earning your first dollar, receiving your first tip, suggesting wine pairings, and probably dealing with rude customers. And all of it makes you nervous. 

It’s scary for so many reasons, for more reasons than just the fact that new jobs (no matter what they are) are always scary. It’s scary because it’s the next step in the process of making a new–hopefully better–life for yourself here. For that reason, you want it to go well. But you aren’t sure what ‘well’ really means in this situation. 

“Y/N!” Robin calls, shaking you from your thoughts. “Cab’s here!” 

Blowing out a quick breath, and trying your best to shake out your nerves, you grab your jacket and bag and exit your bedroom, still feeling those butterflies, but determined not to let them shake you. At least not too much. 

Leaning against the now open apartment door is Eddie who’s dressed in the same black dress pants and white button-up as you and Robin. He shoots you an easy smile as you emerge from your room, and you smile back. 

His long hair, which he usually lets flow over his shoulders in soft waves, is now tied in a low bun. He’s missing his usual chunky silver rings and all his tattoos are hidden beneath his sleeves and a highly buttoned collar. 

Though it’s strange to see him stripped of his unique accessories, you find yourself scrolling your eyes over his body. With his hair away from his face, his features are highlighted, revealing the strong line of his jaw and making his eyes appear somehow larger. 

As your eyes move down his body, you note the way his arms look in the button up, how his thighs fill out the dress pants. You find yourself missing his rings though. Something twists in your belly, though this time it’s not nerves. 

“Ready?” Robin’s voice asks, once again shaking you from your thoughts. She must notice that you weren’t entirely there, that you were lost in your thoughts because she stops shoving things into her bag to ask: “You okay?” 

Ripping your gaze away from Eddie and turning to Robin, you reply, “Yeah!” in a voice much higher than your own. You cough quickly as a cover and repeat your words, sounding much less caught out the second time. 

“Okay,” Robin drawls suspiciously. “Well, we should really get down to the cab now cause we probably have about 60 seconds before they decide to leave and force us to brave the windchill ourselves,” She informs, pulling her jacket on and shoving her tote bag over her shoulder. “Alright, you’ll lock up and we’ll see you at the coffee house afterwards?” Robin asks Steve. 

“Yeah, sure,” He replies absentmindedly from where he’s glued to the sofa. 

“Shit, I should probably get my keys then,” You mutter. If they’re going to the coffee house after your shift, then you can’t rely on Robin unlocking the door for you if you’re not together when you get home. 

Before you can walk back to your room to retrieve your keys though, Steve pipes up. You’re pretty sure it’s the first time he’s taken his eyes off the television since he got here. 

“Wait, you’re not coming?” He asks, his body twisted to look at you with his arm draped over the back of the couch. 

“Oh,” You reply dumbly because ‘we’ apparently included you. You were a part of the ‘we’ Robin meant. ‘We’, as in Robin, Eddie, Steve, and you.

It’s not like they haven’t been welcoming since you got here, but it’s only been a few weeks and they’ve been friends and neighbours for years; you thought it might take them longer to accept you into the group since they’re so solid. A part of you felt like they might still see you as an outsider; someone who doesn’t get invited to their after-work coffee shop hangouts just yet. But they’d expected you to come. Sometime within the last couple weeks you became a part of their definition of ‘we’.

“No, I’ll come,” You confirm with a nod in an attempt to appear casual about the invite. 

“Awesome,” Steve says, turning back to the television. 

“Guys!” Robin shouts and you realize then that she’s no longer in the apartment. Eddie pokes his head out into the hall as Robin says, “Come on, the cab is waiting!” 

“Yep, coming,” Eddie says and you follow right behind him, feeling so many things all at once. Nervous about your shift, excited about being invited to the coffee house, and another thing for Eddie that you can’t quite name just yet. 

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The fast-paced environment of Hannigan’s is overwhelming, and while normally it might frazzle you, you find that you don’t mind it nearly as much as you thought you might. It’s definitely a different environment than your last job–a desk job that only promoted boredom within you–, but the new challenge of this place is stimulating.

As the night goes on, the din of the restaurant only intensifies; nearly every table and booth is filled with patrons talking and enjoying their 5-star meals, the sounds of cutlery clashing against fine china, hosts and hostesses greeting people at the entrance and making reservations for customers over the phone for months from now, the sizzling, clinking sounds roaring from the kitchen when the swinging traffic doors open, then shushing when the doors close again. 

With just over an hour left of your shift and the clearing of what feels like the thousandth table you’ve waited on tonight, you watch as yet another diner is seated in your section. He’s a tall man, his dark hair styled precisely atop his head, and has a short goatee beard, trimmed to perfection. It reminds you of Kurt Cobain’s facial hair, though nothing else about him resembles the rock icon. The man looks rich–though you suppose most people who dine here are. From what you can tell with the distance between you, he might be about ten years your senior.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you begin to stride over to his table, though you are just as soon intercepted, a large hand gently engulfing your wrist. You turn and find that the hand is attached to Eddie, his deep brown eyes staring back at you, and suddenly the contact brings heat to your face and a zip of something unnamable down your arm. Both of you retract your hands swiftly before Eddie explains his interception: “Why don’t you let me take this table, yeah?”

Confusion muddles your features for a moment. Why on earth would Eddie want to take on another table? It’s busy enough in here as it is. Plus, taking a table that is not in your section is strictly against the rules and as it’s your very first shift here, you’re not quite comfortable enough just yet to bend any rules. Especially not when they were fiercely outlined to you by Cordelia, who you were sure that if she possessed the powers of Medusa like Eddie and Robin say, she would surely turn you to stone if she caught you breaking any of them. 

Since you’re not willing to risk getting yourself or Eddie into any sort of trouble, you tell him: “You have your own section to worry about, Eddie. Don’t worry about mine, I got this.” With an easy smile in hopes of further reassuring him, though you’re not sure of what. 

You barely make it a few steps in the direction of your table before he’s stopping you again, this time with a gentle hand at your elbow. 

“It’s just that…I’ve had that guy in my section before and he’s…difficult,” Eddie explains, struggling to come up with a word to describe him and seemingly being displeased with the one he chose as his brows furrowed together. 

Oh. 

His explanation causes heat to rise to your face, warming your entire chest with a strange fuzzy feeling. Was Eddie trying to protect you? If he was, that was very sweet of him, but still, you can’t allow him to take this table for you–even though you feel like you could melt to mush in his grasp right now. 

“I’ve dealt with difficult people all evening,” You say. “I’ve got this.” 

Before he can protest anymore or continue to convince you not to take the table, you’re walking away from him, your soft skin slipping from his gentle grip. 

Eddie watches you walk away, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as you greet Paul and hand him the menu. The second Eddie sees that trademark salacious smirk creep across Paul’s face, Eddie’s jaw clenches involuntarily, but it’s not like he can do anything about it now.

Had he had any right to try to do anything about it before? To try to take your table? He hasn’t known you very long, so who is he to step in and attempt to protect you from that creep? He shouldn’t even feel this protective of you, this jealous. What the fuck is going on with him lately? 

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Collapsing onto the big fluffy couch at The Ugly Mug, you feel yourself instantly sink into the soft cushions. Have they always felt like literal clouds molding perfectly to your body or does it just seem that way after being on your feet for hours? 

Now that your first shift is over you can appreciate how truly tiring it was. Adrenaline must have helped you stay on your feet all night, helped you acclimate to the job, but now that you’re seated in the calm, quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop, all that energy has left you entirely. 

“Ugh, is it always this exhausting?” You sigh, slumped between Robin and Eddie. Steve sits on a plush chair next to the couch. 

“I-” Robin begins, but Eddie interrupts before she can finish. 

“Don’t lie to her, Rob,” Eddie says, sensing that Robin was likely about to lie in order to comfort you. 

“Fine,” She replies, sighing, exhaustion weighing heavy in her bones as well. “It is. It’s always this exhausting…” 

“But,” Robin drawls teasingly, pushing herself up so she’s no longer slumped down on the couch. “It’s not every shift you get hit on,” She says, wiggling her brows suggestively at you. 

“What? Who got hit on?” Steve pipes up curiously, placing his pastry down on the round table beside him. 

“Y/N,” Robin confirms teasingly, and you cover your face with your hands. 

Eddie huffs from beside you as Steve says, “What? No way! By who?” 

“One of the rich guys. I think he’s a new regular–Paul,” Robin answers, a childish tone to her voice when she says his name that makes you think she might start singing Sitting In A Tree with yours and Paul’s names any second now. 

Steve’s eyes widen comically and Eddie grumbles something incoherent from your side, but you don’t get the chance to ask him what he said before Steve is hurriedly asking: “So? What happened?”

“Well, he asked me out,” You reply, a little embarrassed from their excitement as you adjust so your legs are crossed under you. Paul was charming from the moment you handed him his menu, all smiles and classic handsomeness. 

“And you said?” 

“I said yes,” You reply quietly at the same time as Robin exclaims, She said yes! She’d cackled when you’d told her about it at your lockers after your shift ended, joking that you could quit Hannigan’s and Paul could become your sugar daddy instead. 

Normally, you might have declined such an offer from someone you’d just met–especially if that someone was 10 years older than you–, but the whole point of this move was change. Change required doing things you might not normally do, it required some spontaneity and courage. Both of which were not necessarily your strong suits, but you were trying. The first step was simply saying yes to things. 

Steve smiles, impressed. “Alright, Y/L/N!” 

And then, realization dawns over his features and he quickly turns his attention to Robin. 

“Speaking of dates…” Steve begins, using the same salacious tone Robin had used earlier. “Robin, how are things going with Alicia?” 

Looking at Robin, her eyes widen as she replies, “Oh my God, I totally spaced and forgot to tell you!” 

Leaning in closer to Eddie on your other side, you whisper, “Who’s Alicia?” 

“This girl Robin’s been seeing for a bit,” He answers easily. 

You tune back into the conversation just in time to hear Robin inform, “I asked her to be my girlfriend.” Even if you weren’t looking at her right now you’d be able to hear the smile in her voice. 

“That’s great, what’d she say?” Steve asks, jumping in even as Robin opens her mouth to continue, clearly not finished speaking.

“She said yes!” Robin exclaims, not even pausing to tease him about his over-eagerness to hear the rest of the story or give him a playful roll of her eyes like she usually might. This Alicia woman must mean a lot to Robin if she’s obliged to censor her usual sarcastic quips. 

“Fuck yeah!” Says Steve as he high fives Robin and you chuckle at their odd celebration. 

“Robin, that’s great. I’m so happy for you,” You congratulate, hand on her shoulder, remembering when you were teens and she never thought she’d get to have a girlfriend. Robin smiles sheepishly now. 

What a satisfying end to the day. You’re exhausted, but at the same time exhilarated. It feels like things are finally falling into place, like you’d been putting together a puzzle and some of the pieces had gone missing. But you’ve found some of them, and now you’re sliding them into their places. And they fit. For the first time, you feel like you fit, and that makes you believe that everything is going to be okay–that you’re going to be okay. 

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“So,” Robin drawls as she places two juices on the kitchen table in front of you, one for her and one for you. “Where’s he taking you?” 

“I don’t know yet, actually. All I know is that it’s ‘somewhere nice’ and he’s going to be picking me up at 7:30-ish,” You reply as you twist the cap off your drink. 

“Mysterious,” Robin comments after taking a sip of her juice.

“Your date’s tonight?” Steve asks as he wanders into the kitchen and sticks his head into the fridge, likely scouring the shelves for a snack. 

“Yeah, why?”

Steve stands from his bent position inside the fridge and turns to you and Robin, a slice of cold pizza in hand. “Mine too! Gonna bring her her favourite flowers, take her to her favourite restaurant, go see the tree at Rockefeller–the whole shebang.” 

Steve takes a giant bite out of his pizza slice, then slides over to the table and steals Robin’s drink. She makes a disgusted face at him in protest and pushes the drink away from her when he places it back on the table after taking a healthy swig.

“That’s really sweet, Steve. I’m sure she’ll have a great time,” You tell him genuinely. 

“Ugh!” Robin groans, drawing your attention away from Steve as her head falls back on her shoulders dramatically. “Stop talking about dates! I haven’t seen Alicia in three days and I have a shift tonight,” She complains, pouting. 

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Steve mutters, taking his slice with him into the living room where he joins Eddie and Nancy–who sit on the armchair and couch, reading and writing, respectively. 

“Whatever,” Robin replies, slumping down in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Aren’t you seeing her tomorrow?” You ask though you know the answer because it’s all that she’s talked about since she last saw Alicia. You’re sure you could pick the girl out of a crowd without ever having seen her just from everything Robin has spewed to you about her. It’s nice to see her happy. 

“Yeah,” Robin says, tone solemn. 

“Why do you sound disappointed?” You wonder with a chuckle.

“Because tomorrow is not right now,” Robin explains and you snort at her impatience to see her girlfriend again. 

God, you don’t remember the last time you felt that way about someone; wanting to be around them all the time, missing them the second they left your side. Maybe it was college the last time you’d felt that way? You haven’t really dated since then. That one disastrous blind date your previous co-workers set you up on does not count. You’d actually prefer to block it out of your memory. 

Robin sighs. “Anyway, I should hop in the shower before my shift,” She says as she stands and heads to the bathroom. She’s genuinely bummed that she won’t get to see Alicia until tomorrow 

“Have fun,” You joke, head falling back on your shoulders as you watch her walk into the bathroom upside-down. You think you hear a sarcastic ha-ha from her before the door shuts. 

Also upside-down from your current perspective is Eddie who you see sliding the window to the balcony open before ducking under it and going out onto the balcony.

He’s been off all night. While usually he would be cracking jokes and being his usual over-dramatic, loud self, tonight he was uncharacteristically quiet, keeping to himself. You’ve spent enough time around him by now to tell when something might be up with him. 

Standing and grabbing the large throw blanket tossed over one end of the couch, you wrap it around yourself before going to the window, sliding it open again and carefully ducking under it as you step out into the chilly night. 

The remnants of winter's early sunset remains on the horizon, lining the city in a dark blue hue while the sky above and beyond that is blanketed by blackness and a dull smattering of stars. That’s the one thing you miss about living in a small town; the lack of light pollution allowed for the stars in the sky to burn bright. Here, it’s impossible to make out a constellation from the street. You suppose the city lights are as close to stars as you’ll get out here.

Eddie leans against the brick and concrete balcony wall, his forearms perched on the cold surface, watching the city as plumes of cigarette smoke swirl around his head. He turns to look at you when he hears you approaching, tucking his chin to his shoulder. 

“You smoke?” You ask, pointing at the cigarette held delicately between his index and middle fingers. You’re feeling a little awkward for some reason. Maybe because you’re not used to Eddie being silent. 

Eddie sniffs, says, “Yeah. Trying to quit.” Then snuffs out the half-smoked stick by crushing it against the concrete. He knows the habit might bother you. It bothers the others as well; Nancy has called it a ‘cancer stick’, Steve has often taken to flushing his cigs in protest, and Robin simply informs him that it stinks. He also knows that you have your date with Paul tonight, and as much as he dislikes the guy, he doesn’t want you smelling of smoke for your date. 

“Hm,” You hum, coming up beside him and leaning over the wall, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You shiver and he has the urge to remove his leather jacket and wrap it around you. 

There’s a lull then, in which Eddie wonders why you might have come out here. From the sounds of your prior conversation with Robin, you need to start getting ready for your date soon. Why come out here just to stand around with him in the cold? 

“Um,” Eddie begins, unsure of how to phrase this so it doesn’t sound like he’s shooing you off. Just because he doesn’t understand why you’re out here with him doesn’t mean he wants you to leave. He enjoys your company, wants to be around you more. As much as possible, actually. “Did-did you need something?” 

You hesitate for a moment, before saying, “No. No, I just wanted to come check on you.” Though it sounds more like a question. Like you’re prompting him gently. 

“Oh. Okay,” Eddie replies, surprised and not sure what else to say to that. You’re so thoughtful and observant it makes his chest hurt. 

Eddie can feel you examining his face closely and he lets you, continuing to stare out at the city below. 

“I can leave if you-” 

“No,” Eddie replies suddenly before you can even finish your sentence, his eyes finding yours as he says it. Your eyes are wide, expectant. “I mean-no. You’re good.” 

“Okay,” You say, settling in beside him.  

The conversation tapers off again and you’re left with the sounds of honking cars, the muffled racket of people talking in the street below, the robust sound of a public bus stopping down at the corner. A harsh wind kisses your cheeks, likely staining Eddie’s pink. 

He feels awkward. He’s never felt awkward around you before. Not even when you almost strangled him that one morning and he smashed his head against the coffee table. Maybe it’s because of everything going on in his head right now. 

An odd tension sizzles between you. He can feel its strength, more fierce than the wind. But it’s elusive, an enigma he can’t quite grasp. He wants not to think about it and tries not to since he can’t do anything about it anyway. 

“How are you adjusting?” 

“Are you okay?” 

You both break the silence at the same time. A smile breaks across your face and Eddie blows a harsh breath out through his nose. 

“Sorry, you go first,” Eddie offers. 

“I just-are you alright?” You rush out after a brief pause, seemingly self-conscious of the question, though Eddie could never imagine why. “I just thought you maybe seemed a bit off in there…And, like, usually when people separate from the pack, it might mean something’s up,” You explain slowly, that almost inquisitive tone appearing in your voice again. 

Eddie side eyes you, your perceptiveness surprising.

You must take the glance to mean that he’s annoyed because you say, wanting to lighten the mood, “...Or they just want to be left the hell alone.”

Eddie snorts, turning his body to face yours now, his right hip pressed into the cold concrete wall with his elbow resting atop it. You mirror his stance, adjusting the fluffy blanket around you as you go. 

“But I find it usually means the first thing….And-and a lot of the time I don’t think that people really want to be left alone, even if they say they do.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie teases lightly, wanting to shift the focus away from himself. He can’t tell you what’s wrong.

“Mhm,” You nod, playing along with his teasing by holding your head high as if you have all the wisdom in the world to offer. But then your expression changes. Just slightly, but Eddie sees it. What you say next isn’t teasing, what you say next is from your soul. 

“I think what they really want—more than anything—is to not have to be alone ever again,” You say, and it’s like a shadow passes over your face. He notes the change in your eyes; like you’re living a past feeling. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees after a beat, tone the furthest from teasing it’s ever been. Both because he knows the feeling, but also because he doesn’t want you to feel alone in it. Because he can tell you’ve been really lonely before. And he hates that his evasion of your question made you recall that loneliness. 

That look in your eyes disappears, and you seem to shake out of it easily as you look him in the face and ask, “What are you thinking?” 

It’s a pretty innocuous question. But right now, at this moment, it holds more weight. 

“I’m thinking that…you’re right. I guess I’ve just been in my head.” 

He wasn’t planning on revealing that. He doesn’t even know why he said anything. It’s like you pulled it out of him. It’s like he can’t resist. 

“Yeah? About what?” You ask, eyes searching his. 

He can’t tell you. He wishes he could, but he can’t. It would be such a jerk move to tell you before your date. And it’s not like he could have told you earlier either. Not after the promise he’d made. He already feels like he’s said too much. 

“We don’t have to talk about it. I get it,” You say after he doesn’t reply. 

But you don’t sound hurt. Instead, you sound sincere in your acceptance of the fact that he doesn’t want to say anything. It makes him want to tell you even more. Your sincere kindness, your thoughtfulness, it makes him ache. How can he not be honest with you? Especially when you’ve been so honest with him. 

In order to honour his previous promise, Eddie layers the truth in a sheer veil of lies, concealing parts of the truth, while revealing others. 

“There’s-there’s this girl,” Eddie begins, working out how he’s going to weave lies in with the truth. “But one of the guys from my band–Jeff–asked her out recently…And I-” 

“You like her too?” You guess. You’d known from the secret smile that crept onto his face; fond but sad. 

Eddie nods slowly, relieved that he didn’t have to say the words aloud himself. Like saying them would make it more real, would confirm what he already knows. 

“But Jeff asked her out first. So I don’t have a right to…to feel the way I do about it,” Eddie explains, navigating his way around the truth. He’s lying to you almost as much as he’s lying to himself. “And it would be wrong to tell her now. I’d be betraying Jeff’s trust.” It’s not Jeff’s trust he’d be betraying. 

You sigh, stumped. “I’m sorry, that’s hard…tell me about her?” You ask, though your voice sounds strained. 

God, you’re so nice. It’s killing him. He feels so guilty. How can he lie to you about you? He can’t. Not when you’re looking at him like you are. Like every word out of his mouth is the most important thing that has ever been said. 

“Um…Well. She’s-she’s open-minded and accepting, a little weird,” Eddie describes with a chuckle, remembering the morning you greeted him with your bathrobe tie. 

When your eyes connect, he can’t help but soften, impassioned as he looks into them. Wanting so badly to let you know he’s talking about you, he toes the line. 

“She’s genuine. Honest. What you see is what you get with her,” Eddie says. The city noise fades away and your breaths become the wind, your eyes the city lights. 

“She cares about her friends. It feels like she always knows the right thing to say, even if she feels like she doesn’t…And she’s the kindest person I’ve ever met.” 

Something changes in your expression. Your eyes burn, searching his intently, looking back and forth between the left and the right. His eyes can’t lie, he can’t force them to. They reveal everything. They can’t conceal or contain his feelings. 

Eddie yearns to hold your face gently in his hands, to feel your lips against his, to feel your smile as he kisses you. 

Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as if sudden emotion overwhelms you, your eyes aflame. You wait in anticipation for his next words as wind whistles around you, ruffling your blanket.  

“Anyway,” Eddie coughs, dispelling the tension, and glances down at his wristwatch. “It’s getting late, you should probably start getting ready for your date.” 

Recognition flashes in your eyes, like you’d forgotten entirely about your upcoming commitment. 

The spell is broken. He hadn’t even realized there’d been a spell until it was broken. 

You take a step back and it’s then Eddie realizes you were so close your toes were nearly touching. Shit. Why had he done that? That was almost worse than telling you everything he’d said was actually about you. 

“Yeah. Right,” You agree, walking back towards the window.

Eddie turns and leans against the balcony wall, looks back over the city. The wind is the wind, and the lights are just lights. 

“Oh, and Eddie?” You call. Eddie swivels his head to look back at you, one foot inside the apartment and one out on the balcony with him, straddling the window sill. “I hope it works out with her.” 

Eddie gives you a good-natured smile. “Yeah. Me too,” He replies as you duck under the window and return to the apartment. You close it shut softly, leaving him with the wind and the lights. 

Eventually, Eddie goes back inside too, locking every intense emotion that had built up inside of him out in the cold. 

As he wanders back into the apartment, he finds your bedroom door is now closed and Nancy’s spot on the couch is vacant. Robin is rushing out of her room in her work uniform while she roots through her bag, mumbling about her keys. And Steve, who’s snacking on some grapes from the fruit bowl on the counter, has Robin’s keys casually swinging from his index finger. Though Robin doesn’t notice until Steve ahem’s, and she snatches them from his hand before reaching the door. 

“Oh!” She says as her hand twists the handle, and spins around on her heel to face Eddie and Steve. “If either one of you is still here before Y/N leaves, tell her to have a good night with Paul. She deserves it.” 

And the door slams shut behind her as Eddie takes his seat on the couch. 

He has every intention of picking his book back up where he left off. Though it remains open in his hands as he stares at your door. He can’t stop staring at your door. Which should be infinitely less captivating than the words between the pages in his hands. And yet it is not. It is far more captivating than any book he has ever or will ever read. The thought strikes him like a bolt of lightning zapping a tree and setting it on fire.

“Hey, man, are you okay?” Steve asks, noticing Eddie’s prolonged staring at your door. 

Pulling his eyes very slowly away from your door, Eddie replies, “Yeah, I…Yeah.” 

When his gaze finds Steve’s, he’s looking at Eddie like he’s trying to do long division in his head. 

“...Okay,” Steve drawls, retrieving his jacket from the counter in the kitchen. “We’re definitely gonna talk about that later. But for now, I gotta pick up Joselyn. Later, man!” He calls as he exits the apartment, leaving just Eddie and your door, alone. 

He’s not necessarily looking forward to whatever conversation Steve wants to have with him later, but he’s hoping this Joselyn woman will keep Steve busy long enough for Eddie to avoid the conversation entirely–at least for the night. 

It’s been 23 minutes and your bedroom door still has not opened. Eddie knows the exact amount of time it remains closed because although he had tried to focus on the words in his book after Steve left, he simply could not stop looking at your door. And wondering when it would open. Hoping it would open. Estimating when it would open by calculating how long it might take you to get ready. For a solid three seconds, Eddie debates knocking on it, before deciding that’s crazy because-

The door opens. 

“How do I-” 

Eddie stares. Suddenly your door becomes the least captivating thing in the room–in the entire universe–and he can’t believe he ever thought it was captivating to begin with. 

Your black dress—which reaches your ankles—is simple, though it hugs your body wonderfully. The straps are thin and the neck is square-shaped. 

Eddie could equate your beauty to a thousand other beautiful things. He could equate it to paintings and sunsets and flowers. He could equate it to the most beautiful poetry and the most profound stories. But the truth is that none of his comparisons would ever be enough. None of them could express how he feels when he looks at you; like his heart stops and speeds up in his chest at the same time. Like he’s never seen anything beautiful in his life until this moment or even knew what the word beauty meant until he saw you. 

“Oh-Everyone left already?” You question when you realize Eddie is alone. You and Eddie are alone. 

“Y-yeah,” Eddie stutters, mouth suddenly dry. 

“Oh…alright.”

Eddie swallows hard, trying his very best not to watch you like he’d watched your door. But that task proves impossible. And now it’s quiet. And it’s been quiet for far too long as you stand there fidgeting with your shawl looking like that with no one to tell you that you look like that. No one except Eddie. 

“Um,” Eddie begins. Great start. He can’t say what he wants to, so instead he explains his presence: “I didn’t wanna leave without letting you know, since everyone else left...But, uh, what-what were you gonna say…before?” God, he was the worst! If he can’t say the word to himself, how is he supposed to repeat it out loud to you? 

“Oh,” You say, looking down at yourself bashfully. “I was just gonna ask how I looked,” You explain, waving your hand in dismissal.

Eddie wants to not be the worst. Eddie wants you to think that he’s not the worst. Eddie wants you to know that you look like that. 

“You look great,” He says, slightly breathless. ‘Great’ is a safe word, it’s a friendly word. It’s not the word he wanted to use. 

You smile softly, averting your eyes from him and to the floor as you say a meek, but sincere, “Thank you.” 

Eddie really shouldn’t say anymore. But he loves the way it feels when you get all shy from his compliments. He loves the way you thank him. Like you know his compliment is true, but to hear him say it means something different, something special.

So he can’t keep it in. But he wills himself to reign in his emotions; to freeze the butterflies in his belly before they take flight. 

“You-” look really pretty. “Your dress is really pretty.” 

“Thank you, Eddie,” You say, swaying nervously on the spot. 

Fuck. Shit. Jesus Christ! There wasn’t a net big enough in the world to contain the swarm of butterflies fluttering in his belly right now. It’s downright embarrassing. 

You seek out his eyes. And Eddie knows. And you part your lips, about to speak. 

“I-”

Knock, knock, knock. 

All too soon, your gaze shifts to the front door. But Eddie’s eyes remain on you. 

“Oh, that’s Paul,” You inform, pulling your shawl more tightly around your body before you begin walking towards the door. You make it about three paces before you realize, “Shoot, I forgot my purse in my room, would you mind getting the door?” 

“Sure,” Eddie says, minding a whole awful lot. But he stands from the couch anyway and makes his way to the door as you head back into your bedroom. 

The door swings open, revealing a sharply dressed Paul leaning against the doorframe. His suit is pressed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight. It’s too pristine, like he’s not moved in it, not sat down. 

When Paul lifts his head from where it’s bent on his neck, his salacious smirk disappears the moment he sees Eddie. He’s far less handsome with that ugly frown on his face. He looks like a petulant child. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Eddie bites his tongue. Then forces a fake smile as he greets politely, “Good to see you too, Paul.” 

He expected nothing less from the guy, but that didn’t make it any easier to hold back. Sure, he wasn’t serving him in the restaurant–so there weren’t any clearly defined rules here–but you were about to go out on a date with the guy. So he held back. 

“Y/N will be right out, she’s-” 

The click of your heels against the wood floors sound behind him. Paul’s smirk spreads across his face like molasses as he eyes you. Though Eddie’s sure they don’t roam further than your chest. 

A surge of unrightful possessiveness swells within him at Paul’s obvious ogling. 

“Hey!” You greet him cheerily and Eddie steps aside, fading into the background. 

“Hey, babe,” Paul says as you reach him and Eddie cringes at the territorial nickname. It takes everything in him not to shudder like he’s just seen a child pick their nose and wipe it on a pole in the subway. 

You hug and Eddie watches as one of Paul's long arms stretches around your waist, though his hand hovers dangerously low before you pull away and Paul remarks, “Ready to go?”

“Yup,” You confirm, with a sweet smile. With that, Paul guides you out of the apartment with a hand on your middle back and just before you exit the apartment, you request: “Lock up on your way out?” 

It shouldn’t feel this good to have your attention on him again. Shouldn’t make his heart skip in his chest. 

Eddie just nods, sure that if he tried to speak, he would emit some embarrassing sound instead of a casual sure thing.

You smile at him widely, “Bye, Eddie.” Has his name always sounded that lovely? 

“Bye, Y/N.” Has your name ever felt that lovely rolling off his tongue? 

The door slams shut behind you. 

“Shit.” 

Eddie’s belly bubbles with a feeling. Jealousy burns in his gut. He has no right to feel this way. The moment he names it, he wants to un-name it. The moment he names it, he wants to ban the word from his mind, shove it inside one of those dark spots up there, and hope it never sees the light of day again. 

He made a promise to Robin. He doesn’t get to feel this way. 

So he tries his best not to call it what it is and tells himself that it has to be a simple combination of his hatred for Paul and his knowledge that you are a ridiculously wonderful person who deserves so much better than Paul Becker. But this is all he can allow himself to acknowledge. 

What he will not acknowledge is the third part to this equation that adds up to this feeling. What he will not acknowledge is the way he feels when you look at him, when you say his name, when you stand in front of him in a black dress and he can’t tell you how pretty you look. 

So he focuses on the one thing that is the most natural to him: the fact that Eddie hates Paul. 

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A/N: And that is chapter one, folks! I've been working on this for months now, so I really, really hope you enjoyed it. Please consider reblogging and leaving a nice comment or sending me an ask telling me what you thought!

[sleepershell]

Seconds

pairing peacekeeper!coriolanus x fem!district!reader (dark hair and eyes)

synopsis when Coriolanus sees a girl in the Hob who looks enough like his Lucy Gray who rejected him he decides to have her

content 18+ minors dni, Coriolanus is his own warning, intoxicated with alcohol, fingering, p in v sex, oral male receiving, facial, swearing, overall kinda pervy and a little mean?, canon divergent, dom!coriolanus, sub!reader, some ownership language

wc 2180

You were not Coriolanus Snow’s first choice. You weren’t even of particular interest to him for anything other than release. Arriving in District 12 he’d expected some semblance of warmth, excitement. Instead, Lucy Gray Baird met him with something far worse than contempt—ambivalence. He’d never meant a thing to her other than a way through the games. You understood perfectly well that Lucy Gray had seen exactly who Coriolanus was and had known it was best to stay far, far away. She had always been a quick girl.

And so Coriolanus was left feeling worse than if she’d hated him. He’d gone all the way to the most horrid district just for her and she wanted nothing to do with him. It was all the proof he needed that District people were of an entirely different breed. Still, for the time being, he was regrettably stuck in 12.

But then in the Hob he caught sight of you. A girl dancing, twirling and twirling before him like you wanted to be noticed. And you were Covey, with Lucy Gray’s hair, Lucy Gray’s eyes. It was almost too perfect.

That night the alcohol was like a bright fire in your belly, reacting to every flourish of the music. You let it lead your limbs, let laughter pour forth with your friends dancing around you and the men ogling. And then you were spinning, spinning so the world was nothing but a silver-streaming blur. Your body was light as a feather and you thought your feet might just lift from the ground and the song might carry you into the night sky. Your legs finally gave way below you but you didn’t hit the ground. There was an angel, pale and carved from pure marble.

Your doe eyes were wide and glossy as they took in Coriolanus. He could see just how easy this would be. An easy lay like that might’ve seemed below him under regular circumstances, but that night he needed to take or else the ground threatened to crumble from beneath him. Your chest heaved as you caught a breath, revealing the obscene curve of your cleavage. One of his fingers lifted to peel a sweat-soaked curl from your face, tuck it away.

“You should get some air. Come.”

It was exciting to be pulled away by the hand of this boy. Of course you knew who he was. You’d watched him with baited breath in that cage with Lucy Gray. You’d watched him save her. And she hadn’t said anything cruel about him since returning, though you could see how she felt: that he’d been no better than the rest of them. But you weren’t Lucy Gray, and a thrill was good enough reason to do anything. So you stumbled behind, giggling as the surroundings grew more dark and quiet. The night air sent a chill over your saltwater skin.

Coriolanus didn’t know yet where he could take you, but thought he’d turned enough corners to find some sort of privacy. It wasn’t as though he’d get in trouble, anyway, most of the peacekeepers had already attempted to brag to him about their foolish conquests. With hands on your shoulders he guided you to lean on a wall. The press of concrete on your back was cool and stable, and you let your head fall gently back against it.

You reached up a hand, pointing to the skies above.

“Hm?”

“The moon. Isn’t it beautiful?”

He peered up for a moment at the shining body above you. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full but not quite. In the process of it’s ephemeral becoming. You could feel him looking at you, beckoning before you were ready to return to earth.

“I’m Coriolanus Snow.”

“I know who you are, Coryo. That’s what Lucy Gray calls you—is that alright? I’m (Y/n).”

Both of you could feel the tension. Like he was on the edge of a dock, preparing to dive into frigid waters on a hot day. You decided to make it easy on him, reaching your hand into the dim night again. With caution it made contact wth his head, feeling his short hair.

“It’s so soft,” you mused, “although your curls were beautiful, too.”

Coriolanus was stunned by your forwardness. Where Lucy Gray had been fire and passion you were all airy and radiant. If she’d been a songbird, you were a deer. Or perhaps something even more whimsical, like a fairy. Yes, you were his fairy, reaching out and asking him to try something. His face was so hard looking down at you, mouth set and eyes like biting frost. You let your hand trail down and trace his lips. He hadn’t smiled once, but his eyelids fluttered in response to your touch.

And then he was there, full force crashing into your mouth. Your breath was lost to the wind as he kissed you hard. So hard you wondered if he’d ever done this before. Hands circled your waist and pulled your bodies close together. You parted your mouth, allowing him entry and he took it with ferocity. His hunger flared with a righteous rage. If he had lost one he would instead break open another and revel in her succulent fruit.

He pulled away and your protest was silenced before it began. Two of his fingers were violating your mouth. And his face was so close to you, brows knit together and mouth agape as he watched the way your sweet, plump lips closed around his fingers.

“Hey, fairy,” he breathed, “lift your skirt.”

You gripped the layered fabric of your skirts in your hand and hiked it up over your thighs, exposing them to the evening chill. But the cold soon evaporated from your consciousness as his fingers left your mouth and found their way to your sex. He paid no mind to the underthings that barred him entry and ripped them aside. His index toyed at your entrance with an ease that felt almost practiced.

“Tell me what you want.” His eyes were impossible to read.

“I want you inside me, Coriolanus.” The sound of your cracking voice was music to his ears, beckoning a smirk.

He pushed inside your indecently wet cunt, sliding in and out a few times before adding in a second finger. You were warm, so fucking warm and soft. He groaned at the way your puffy walls clenched around his digits. When they curled inside you couldn’t help but mewl and grasp the firm fabric of his uniform at his chest. These were the first fingers to trespass your body—boys from 12 usually wanted to do things a bit more traditionally. Not Snow. No, he wanted to have you like a decadent meal and make an event of it. He wanted to make sure the memory of his every touch echoed in your body for years to come. He didn’t want to leave anything in this world without his mark.

When it started to feel really good, his fingers retreated. Your pussy clenched around the air, missing the way he’d filled you. He took them in his mouth, letting his eyes roll back as he savored the slight but euphoric flavor coating them.

“Turn around.” His voice came out with a force, as if coming from somewhere deep in his core. Like coal in a furnace it burned.

You did as he said, turning to expose your back to him, forehead against the wall. His cock was flooded with heat at your obedience. And, with your face turned away, it was as if Lucy Gray were there, giving herself up to him in gratitude. It’s what he deserved after saving her life and then choosing to live his sentence out here. With her. For her. With your skirts lifted, he palmed the plump curve of your ass with greed. The goosebumps ridden on that flesh was all he needed to know how excited you must be for him to take you. Your breath was thin as he explored the sensitive skin of your hips. His hands were the firm and covetous hands of a man with the desperation of a child.

The tip of him teased at your entrance. Your palms that rested flat on the concrete before you clawed for purchase when he slid himself inside with one great thrust of his hips. His cock was a solid, terrible thing inside you. Coriolanus Snow was not a gentle lover, he gripped your hips, pressing the tips of his fingers into your pelvis so you expected to bloom with violet in the morning. It gave him all the traction he needed to pump deeper and deeper into your heat and softness. And you were so very soft. It was easy to get lost in your smooth, plump body that gave way however he manipulated it.

A pathetic mewl escaped you as the boy’s face buried into the crook of your neck and sucked in a deep breath. He inhaled the scent of you, which was tinged with sweat and alcohol but also honeysuckle, sweet and cloying. A hand snaked its way under your shirt, finding the stiff bud of your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, and in response your insides clenched around him, begging for more even when he reached your limits.

“Oh, fairy,” he moaned deliciously into your ear.

At this, your back instinctively arched, allowing him even further inside you. His cock was hitting that deepest part at the end of every stroke. Each time you cried out, feeling as though you might disintegrate and become one with the atmosphere. Each stroke brought on an arc of fervent bliss, near unbearable overwhelm, and then desperate relief. Everything was hazy. You didn’t remember being this intoxicated before the incessant rhythm pulsing inside you.

“(Y/n),” his voice came out in a coarse whisper. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”

What might’ve been too humiliating in some other circumstance was instead mouthwatering. As he retreated from within, you found yourself immediately falling to your knees before him. From the ground, his jaw was an even more pronounced feature. Coriolanus’s eyes stood out in the light of the moon and looked down on you with avarice. He held his cock poised in his hands, offering it to you.

Your eyes blinked shut as you took his head in your mouth. It was coated in a film of your own pleasure that was salty and sweet.

“See? You taste divine.”

When you glanced back up at him, lips pursed around his hardness, his own lips had parted, eyebrows tensed. Your big, dark eyes were trained on him as your mouth took him deeper and deeper. As his shaft disappeared into you, he could not quell the distinct feeling of reverence that rose in him. He blinked at the unearthly creature before him, your hot mouth beginning to drip with saliva as you devoured him. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, felt something so soft and warm and wet, and he couldn’t help himself. He grasped your head in his hands and began thrusting hard. As you sputtered, he was slave to the chase of release.

You let yourself go practically limp, your eyes rolling back. Your mind felt like the death and flare of fanned embers in the night. His animal grunts turned to whines but his grip on you remained firm.

“Oh fuck, fairy, I want to come on your face.”

He pulled away, rutting now into his own hand as he neared some invisible peak.

“Look.” He gasped, twisting the fingers of his empty hand in your hair and yanking your head back.

Above you he stroked himself, eyes wide and desperate for the impending crest. The moon played a sick voyeur in the sky. A choked sound escaped from his pouting lips as he rained down on you. Coriolanus could barely stand, his legs quivering as pleasure uncoiled and became a living thing inside him. His come escaped with four twitches of his cock, and coated your face and chest with warmth. What landed on your tongue was tingly, and you swallowed it down.

Coriolanus leaned forward, towering over you as he steadied himself on the wall. You pulled your skirts up to wipe the wetness of him off your face. No one had ever done that to you before. You knew immediately that you weren’t going to tell anyone about it—it was all yours to remember.

His eyes were wide as he recovered his breath. He feared he’d revealed himself too much. But there was no control with the ecstasy he’d just encountered. He knew he needed to have it again but resolved to keep himself in check.

“Coryo?” The small voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down to where your face was peering up in question.

He smiled, “What is it?”

“I’d like to do this again.”

And, this time, he realized your eyes were nothing like Lucy Gray’s at all. But maybe that was a good thing.

xx

[nyxronomicon]

by popular demand...

geto x gn reader cucking gojo | 1k words

tw: cucking, gojo is kinda pervy, gambling (they bet on which of them will get to fuck you), cum on reader's tummy, penetration (could be interpreted anal or vaginal)

All's fair in love and war. That's what they say, anyway. Two best friends set their sights on you, and even started a friendly wager shortly after they met you. They were both trying to win you over and, ultimately, have sex.

They were roommates, so bringing you here was no problem. The three of you chatted in the living room before Gojo left you alone with his rival to use the restroom. He was so sure nothing would happen, he even took a moment to primp himself in the mirror. Gojo had been flirting and complimenting you all night, coming on a little strong for your taste, but you let him be. Your focus was on the man with long black hair.

Geto had noticed you stealing glances at him, laughing a little more at his jokes and hanging on to every word he said. As soon as Gojo left, Geto closed the distance between you on the couch and kissed you, quickly deepening the gesture when you returned the kiss. Though it was a bit of a surprise, he felt warm and inviting. Even with Gojo in the back of your mind, you couldn't stop yourself from melting into his touch.

No, you could have stopped yourself. You just didn't want to.

You heard Gojo's footsteps as he returned, but when you were about to pull away, Geto's hand wrapped around the back of your head. You gasped into the kiss that continued, excitement bubbling within you, knowing you were now being watched.

"Oh, what's this?" Gojo's tone was unamused. You couldn't see him, but he'd lifted his glasses to get a better look.

Geto's tongue passed between your lips, stopping any response you had in its tracks. His hands started feeling you up as your heart raced. As Geto began tugging at your clothes, you moaned into the kiss.

"I win," Geto mumbled as he started kissing your neck. Now that Geto focused elsewhere, you looked at Gojo. He rested against the doorway, holding his glasses with the tip in his mouth. You could see a bulge forming in his crotch as he watched the two of you.

"I guess it's only fair for me to let you win sometimes." Gojo smirked at you, pleased to be receiving your attention before Geto demanded it again. His hand rubbed over your sex, fingers pressing firmly against the fabric to keep you focused on his touch.

"Don't worry about him." Geto's free hand directed your gaze back at him with just a finger. "He thinks he's cockblocking me right now, but I like to put on a show." He smirked before kissing you again, drunk on his lust for you.

Gojo couldn't believe how sexy you were, even as he watched you making out with Geto. His eyes followed wherever Geto's hands were as he stripped you, groping at your body in a way that made Gojo's cock throb. Your nude body was on his couch, your scent filling his living room. You were even fucking his best friend, all for him to enjoy.

Seeing that the two of you were very distracted, he felt it was safe to touch himself. It wouldn't be fair for you to have all the fun. Especially not with you so exposed and lewd in his living room.

This had turned into a game of chicken, and Geto knew that there was no way Gojo would lose something like this. The man had no shame at all, eyes glued to the scene in front of him as Geto slid your underwear off, finally pressing your back into the couch as his hips rolled against your sex. He kissed you again as you helped him remove his clothes, his cock springing to life once it was free from his boxers.

You glanced at Gojo, unable to admit his pervy stare was turning you on even more. Returning your attention to Geto, you watched as he lined himself up with you. Geto smirked as you felt the tip slowly penetrate you. He languidly pushed himself in, allowing you to adjust to his size as he went. You moaned in unison as he bottomed out, both of you noticing how Gojo moaned, too.

"Damn you feel incredible..." Geto whispered into your ear as he set the pace, your walls tight around him. He continued to whisper praise into your ear to keep your attention on him instead of his roommate. He was enjoying dangling you in front of him like this.

"So fuckin' hot..." Gojo mumbled, loud enough to remind both of you he was watching. You glanced at him again, seeing that his cock was out now as he leered in the doorway. You watched him stroke himself for a moment before Geto began thrusting in you harder, prodding your g-spot and successfully getting you to forget the man in the doorway.

"Suguru...!" You moaned his name as you felt heat trickling up your thighs, each thrust bringing you closer to release.

"You gonna cum for me?" He smirked, tangling your lips in a deep kiss as you felt yourself reaching the edge.

"Mmm... Yes, 'Guru..." You moaned, almost in agony over being so close.

"Then do it." He thrust harder, pushing you over the edge with his command. "Cum for me."

Ecstasy washed over you as he continued to thrust. Your vice grip on his cock as you moaned and cried his name pushed him over the edge, too. He quickly pulled out, his seed decorating your stomach as he finished.

Gojo grunted, directing your attention to him. He was vigorously pumping himself as your lust-filled gaze fell on him. Just a look from your beautiful eyes was the last little push he needed. He shot cum all over the floor in front of himself, moaning desperately as he caught his breath.

"I hope you're planning to clean that up." Geto smiled at him sadistically. "I've got a guest to entertain." He looked back at you, ready to take you into his room for another round.

[jimhopperlova]

sexting | david harbour (18+)

gif source: the redheads diaries

omg hi you party people!! i am back (finally) with a special spicy multi series that hopefully you all will enjoy!! im very excited to write again and i miss you guys so much!! let me know if you want any requests.

Pairing(s): pervy!david and bratty!femreader

Warning(s): flirty texts, masturbation (f), masturbation (m), phone sex, squirting, degradation

Summary: when going out to a employee party at a local bar one night, david saw you amongst his female coworkers and hadn’t met you before. that night, he made it his night’s goal to retrieve your number one way or another.

‘Hey there.’ you received a text from an unknown number after you had gotten home. living in a one bedroom apartment, you were hardly able to afford the place all to yourself. but you could atleast go out with your friends who were having an employee party at the local bar. your friends were all supportive in the most ways they can, even bought your drinks for you. despite you not being an employee, your friends still wanted you to go out with them and have some fun. you wre blessed to have great friends. after getting out of the shitty night club outfit, you plopped on some pajama pants and put on an oversized t-shirt.

you then opened up your phone, looking at the number with the text message. who was this? you tried your hardest to think, but nothing was popping in your head. you were skeptical, but decided to reply anyway.

‘uh.. hey there. who’s this?’ you replied to the message. you didn’t think they would text back right away, so you sat your phone down. you grabbed the remote and before you knew it, your phone dinged. you picked it up and read the message.

‘My name is David. I got your number from your friend, Missy.’ this now mysterious man replied. you facepalmed yourself at your friend, kinda creeped out and also angry at your friend. you quickly dialed up your friend, hoping she would answer.

“(y/n)! what’s up?! i’m drunk as fuuuuuuuuck.” your friend missy giggled into the line and you rolled your eyes at her response.

“thank god you’re home. hey, uh.. i got a message from a.. david. do you know him?” you asked missy who only giggled, before letting out a hiccup.

“ohhhh… david. he’s fuckin’ hot. he had his eyes on you, missy. oh wait, m-my name is missy. haaaa!” missy laughed and you wanted to punch her in the face for being so drunk. “buuuut.. y-yea. david works in the office. he’s uh.. the-the psy-psy… fuck. oh yeah, psychologist! yeah, t-thats the word.” missy explained, and your heart pounded. the man that’s a psychologist is single? and yes, your friend missy will fuck anything that walks, but.. if she exuberates on hot (and she’s drunk), that means he’s hot. right?

“oh.. okay, thanks missy. eat some bread and get your ass to sleep.” you told her before saying goodbye and hanging up. you lifted your knee up to your face before resting your arm against the knee. you absentmindedly started to bite your nail, deep in thought. this texting could be fun.

‘hey, david. i’m (y/n). why did missy give you my number?’ you asked david, before you left the messages open and waited patiently. you watched the bubbles appear almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for your response.

‘I saw you in the bar, and you looked beautiful. Thought I would shoot my shot.’ david replied. you didn’t even know what this man looked like. you had an idea.

‘well, mr. david. i don’t know what you look like. send a pic?’ you texted, kind of nervous. what if he wasn’t hot. what if he wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind? you had pictured kind of chisled, maybe had a little beard. you hoped he looked atleast decent. suddenly, the bubbles were typing and then there was a picture.

‘Currently sitting here enjoying this Ben and Jerry’s. Cigarette’s fake lol.’ david replied, and you couldn’t help but look at the picture.

you tried to identify every single thing about this man. his beard, his hair, even tried to get a glimpse of his chest. he didn’t send a flattering pic, but maybe that was how he was. goofy. that could be even better.

‘oh wow, mr. david. who knew a psychologist eats ice cream in bed after drinking at 1 o’clock in the morning? 😜’ yes. you were being flirty. but you couldn’t lie. despite the act of trying to be goofy, you could tell this man was hot. even better, he was your type. despite missy in her drunken state, she knew exactly what you were looking for.

‘So Missy told you my profession. What do you think of that?’ david asked you, and you couldn’t help but blush. of course this man has money, but you didn’t give a single fuck about that. in fact, you more were thinking of how good of a person he was for trying to help people.

‘i think it’s great what you’re doing for people. i’m sure you went through school for the money, but psychologists are one of the greatest gifts on the earth. especially for the kids. you are a brave man, mr. david.’ you replied to him, and more bubbles popped up. you were quite excited to continue this conversation, and you really didn’t understand why.

‘Well I do what I can. I like making people smile and helping them. Say, where’s my pic? I sent you one.’ david asked, and you got nervous suddenly. should you send one? you ended up doing so, of you in the oversized t-shirt and the long pajama pants. you held up a peace sign, showing you were getting ready to sleep. you sent the pic in nerves and once again, david replied almost immediately. ‘Haha. Sleepy already? I thought I could talk to you more.’ david replied, and your face instantly blushed.

‘yeaaaaah. i was the dd for the night. those girls drove me crazy.’ you replied.

‘Oh yeah. Your friends are quite the chatty ones.’ david replied before you saw the bubbles yet again. ‘Well, I’ll let you head to bed. I’ll speak with you tomorrow. Sleep dreams.’

‘you too. nice talking with ya.’ you replied to david before setting your phone down. you trotted your way to your bedroom and got comfy in your queen size bed before shutting your eyes softly. you couldn’t help but think of david now. was he wanting to get to know you? you hated to admit it but you pictured him in bed with you. you just met him and you’re already thinking of that? perv.

the next morning came and you yawned, stretching slightly to try and wake up. you need a shower and you felt gross. but before that were to happen, you wanted to check your phone to see if a specific someone messaged you.

‘Good morning. Just picturing you here with me. 😉’ the text was sent at 7 o’clock this morning by david. it was currently 8 as you had slept in, and you didn’t work today. your face emitted a deep blush and you realized you had to meet him in person soon.

‘good morning. oh really? well we will have to change that soon, shall we?’ you texted him back before going into the bathroom. you brought your phone with you so you could listen to music. the main reason was to text with david. you started to undress yourself before receiving yet another text.

‘Yes, indeed. Where’s my good morning pic?’ david texted you, and you instantly giggled. your current self was undressed, and you thought that you shouldn’t take a picture of you naked. who knows what he would do with that.

‘well, i’m a little.. preoccupied at the moment so you’re gonna have to wait. besides, i didn’t get one.’ you texted back and he instantly read it. after a moment, the bubbles popped up yet again and he replied.

‘You want a good morning pic? Why didn’t you just say so?’ and then he sent one. it was a picture of him laying down in what you presumed his bed, visibly shirtless this time. he had a smug smirk on his face, and that made your face beam. ‘Send a pic of you right now. I did it, so it’s only fair.’ he replied afterwards, and your face was still red. you conteplated, before emitting a fuck it attitude. you sent a picture of your shirtless self, using your free hand to cover up your nipples.

‘there, ya happy ya big goof?’ you texted him back and it took him a minute to respond. the longest he took was at this moment.

‘Very much so. Thanks for the trust.’ david replied before he continued to type. ‘What are you doing that’s having you strip?’

‘jumping in the shower. i won’t be too long.’ you replied, and you scrolled up a bit to look at his smug smirk. you imagined him doing that right now, considering the flirty texts you were sending back and forth.

‘Ah, shower. Well try and not think of me in there. 😉’ david texted before you emitted yet another deep blush. you hadn’t even met this man, and here you are. basically being all googly eyed in response to his pictures and statements.

‘no promises. 😜’ you replied before setting your phone back down. you got undressed the rest of the way before jumping in the shower, feeling the hot water embrace your naked body. it felt good, almost too good. and despite david not telling you to think of him, you did. your hands roamed your body, picturing it was him im your mind. you reached your clit, and started to rub along the sensitive flesh. you rubbed circles, moaning softly at the way you felt yourself getting hornier by the minute. you imagined his beard tickling your neck as he laid kisses along your jaw, trailing down your body and to your breasts. you imagined him licking your nipples, caging them with his teeth softly. he bit down, but not too hard. you moaned some more, touching yourself to the thought of him. you were already getting close, just from the thought of him.

while you were preoccupied, you heard your phone go off. you tried not to think of it, and continued your masturbation party. little did you know it was a text from david, and a very specific text.

‘Do you want me to come over there? I’ll make you feel good.’ was what it read, but you didn’t know it yet. little did you know, david was also rubbing out one to the thought of you. he just imagined how good you would suck his cock, and how good you would take it. he imagined you being tight, almost like a perfect puzzle piece that he’s always longed for. when he didn’t get a response, he texted again. ‘No response which means you’re.. busy. Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?’ he texted you, and felt his own self beam with excitement. he finally set his phone down to leave you with your shower as his hand continued to stroke his cock. it was so hard, throbbing with need. he wanted you so bad. he knew you didn’t know him though, and you would be weirded out he had imagined.

to his surprise, you responded to his text already. despite you being in the shower and thinking of david, you couldn’t help but respond. you poked your head and arm out of the shower, drying off your hand in hopes to not get your phone wet. you read the texts and honestly.. you wanted him over here. but not yet.

‘mmm. what is it you think i’m thinking of?’ you texted back david, and to that he instantly replied.

‘Oh I think you know. Are you thinking of me pleasing you right now?’ david asked you, and you waited a moment to reply.

‘and what if i am?’ you asked. david typed with his free hand, slowly continuing to stroke his cock while he texted you.

‘I could call you, and tell you all the things I want to do to you. That is.. if you want.’ he replied. a phone call? you didn’t think it would be this fast that you got to hear his voice.

‘let me actually shower real quick, and then.. we can call.’ you replied and set your phone down. you took the fastest shower you have ever took before. your heart was beating fast as every minute past. you cleaned every part of you, trying your best not to take too long. finally you were finished. you decided to not get dressed in your day clothes just yet. you imagined you were about to.. touch yourself. ‘okay, i’m back in my room all showered. call when you went.’

upon seeing you respond, david immediately gave you a call. you watched the number pop up and let in ring for a moment before you picked up and put it on speaker.

‘uh.. hi?’ you spoke. you could hear david’s low but beautiful chuckle before he responded.

‘hello. how was your shower?’ he asked through the phone. his voice was intoxicating. his voice was low but yet had personality in itself. you definitely could cum to his voice.. if that’s what you think was about to happen.

‘it was um.. it was good.’ you responded. you heard his chuckle again, before he responded.

‘don’t be nervous, just relax. what are you doing right now?’ he asked through the phone. you swallowed past the nerves that formed in your stomach before you responded.

‘just.. laying here.’ you giggled out and to that you heard his chuckle again. he liked to laugh it seemed.

‘yeah? what are you thinking about?’ david asked you. his hand was on his continuing his movements from before, listening to your soft voice. he imaged your moans in his brain, and he was dedicated to make you feel good. as much as he could, anyway.

‘um.. y-you..’ you replied hesitantly. david smiled like he was a kid in a candy store again. from that sentence alone, he continued to stroke his cock, nice and slow.

‘mm.. and what about?’ he asked you through the phone. you had to bite your own lip from letting our a squeak from how sexy he sounded. you reached down to touch your clit, before rubbing soft and slow circles. you accidentally let a moan slip from your mouth, and david had to chuckle of course. ‘ah. i see.. what do you want me to do to you?’

‘um.. f-fuck me..’ you spoke just above a whisper, just enough for david to understand. to that statement, he added more pressure to his cock.

‘yeah? how do you want me to fuck you? from behind as i pull your hair? or missionary, so i can look at that beautiful face becoming undone in front of me?’ david asked you. you had to really conceal your moans now. he was talking so dirty, that it was driving you mad. you wanted to see him in person, but.. this made you feel so naughty. so dirty.. like you shouldn’t be doing this.

‘i w-want you to.. fuck me from behind, david..’ you whispered out. in that moment, he knew exactly how freaky you were. he liked that. he wanted you to be his personal little fucktoy. ‘i want you.. to use me..’ you continued, and david let out a soft groan. that made your tummy flip, imagining him groaning against your ear as he pounded into you from behind.

‘who knew you were such a whore? just wanting to get fucked..’ david groaned out softly as he continued to stroke his cock. this time, he was going even faster now. ‘go ahead and enter a finger. i want to hear you moan for me..’

‘y-yes, sir,’ you shivered with anticipation before you slowly entered a finger inside of yourself. you let out a soft moan as you continued to picture the man entering one of his own from the other side of the phone. you just started talking to this man last night and you were already dripping to the thought of him pleasing you. were you really that desperate? ‘o-oh.. david.. it feels so.. so good.’ you sighed out, and to that he let out a soft moan of himself. david has never done this before, and it was really helping him get close. closer to cumming than he would have thought.

‘i like it when you call me sir. it really makes you that much more desperate..’ david spoke lowly as he grunted while stroking his cock. it was much faster now, and he was working up a sweat. he was going to cum soon, and he wanted you to know. ‘enter another finger, babygirl. i want you to imagine that i’m fucking you.’

‘oh- f-fuck..’ you whined out as you slipped in another finger. with the continuous motions of you entering two fingers inside of you and one rubbing against your clit, you were getting close. ‘s-sir.. i’m-i’m getting.. c-close..’ you whined out, wanting to let david know.

‘cum for me, babygirl. whenever you’re ready. i want you to scream my name as loud as you can.’ david groaned out, as his dick was throbbing of more, but it knew that this was the best it was going to get. just a bit longer..

‘david! da- fuck!’ you yelled out, feeling that knot start to untie. before you knew it, you were screaming with pleasure, the juices from your pussy squirting out of you. ‘oh my-fuck..’ you sighed out.

‘yeah? fuck.. you did so good.. so-fucking good..’ david groaned out. when he knew when he was about to cum, he made sure to angle his cock onto his stomach. ‘i’m going to cum for you. where do you- do you want this cum?’ david continued to growl out and you instantly obliged with answering.

‘in my mouth, sir. i want to taste every drip of you..’ you moaned out. david immediately pictured your mouth gaping wide open, ready for his seed to spill all over your tongue. with that in mind, he came all over his stomach, his cock twitching a bit as he slowed down his jerking. you could tell he came with how vocal he was, and that made your pussy wet again.

‘fuck.. you did so good, babygirl,’ david spoke lowly as his breath hitched. he sounded like he was out of breath, and it was all your fault. ‘we should do this in person sometime, no?’

‘yeah, that would be.. that would be amazing.’ you replied. you really wanted to meet david in person. you only gotten a couple of pictures, and maybe that isn’t what he looked like. you were almost positive he was telling the truth, though. you were also out of breath, panting a bit as you looked at the soaked juices on the bed.

‘well. tomorrow’s friday, so i don’t work saturday. why don’t i take you out tomorrow night? 8 o’clock?’ david asked through the phone. hour face immediately brightened up, emitting a deep red. again. your heart thumped in your chest as butterflies hugged your stomach.

‘yeah, that sounds.. that sounds great. can we make it for 9, though? i have to work until 7 and i want plenty of time to get ready for you.’ you asked david, and to that he chuckled.

‘of course, i will wait as long as i have to. you have a great day today, and i’ll continue to text you if you let me. besides, gotta shower myself and head into work. it’s my own practice, so i make my own schedule.’ david chuckled and to that you giggled.

‘well i’m super glad you made it this far to where you don’t have a boss. you have a good day too and please.. please text me.’ you told him. and to that he smiled and said a goodbye and hung up. your chest tightened and you realized something. you just came from just a man’s voice.. no, you squirted. what will happen tomorrow night?

[slashingdisneypasta]

What are some things you like about Jim? :3 please absolutely feel free to gush about him ❤

My friend- my friend- there are so many things!! XDD

All the Jim love-under the cut:

He's so many tropes I like crammed into one character!! ^^ :

Creepy/pervy old man ('Maybe I'll come back for ya, huh??' // 'Girls, I got guns.' // Oh god- ).

Lesser of two evils villain (From the 'Plot twist' villain in Final Chapter to the 'Comedic relief' antagonist in Vs Anaconda).

Main villain to fan favourite side character pipeline.

Villain Version of another character (Reba. They shoulda gotten so much ore screen time together for this reason!! ahh)

Crazy old man / Old Loon / Loony tune-ish (Goes 'Here kitty kitty... ' to giant crocs and laughs when he's being hunted by them 😅) / 'Nutbag'. ('What's this- what's this... 'nutbag'... is that what they're calling me in town, now?- ')

... gilf...

'Played by Robert Englund'

Also:

Flannels

SO! MANY! EMOTIONS! AND VIBES! Most characters I notice have a 'resting vibe' that the actors stick with almost the whole time but Jim goes through moods like the weather. One moment he's bashful and guilty, then the next he's intimidating or defensive or threatening, then he could get all excited. I love that! That's so much fun to watch!

For example in Final Chapter when Chloe's accusing him of being a Poacher and he goes through like 10 personalities in one interaction?? He goes from 'Alright fine you got me- i'm a greedy old fart' (Defensive), to 'But right now I'm just trynna save Dennis sorry tree huggin ass and I could really use some help here' (Almost sympathetic). And then two seconds later he's all excited, going on about how he's gonna be rich- then abruptly cuts it off with a glare and that 'You with me??... giddyup.'

ALSO!! When Reba's like 'Can I call you Jimmy?' and he gets all bashful like *shrugs* aw, yeah sure then immediately switches to upset when she calls him a nutbag 😅😅

(Basically, he's crazy)

This is catnip to me XDD The writer in me wants so badly to write characters like that!!

How he talks is so much fun! I love characters who I can read their lines and hear exactly how they were said in my head (Reba is the same here! :D )

He's terrible... but he's also not that bad?? Like, yeah he's a greedy poacher and he may threaten people with a gun now and then 😅😅 But he's kinda nice to Max (Apart from threatening to shoot him 😅😅), going like 'yeah, even you son. in you go' or something when he was putting all the teenagers (?? Eighteen year olds I guess?? I dunno) in the house. And also he thinks Murdoch's crazy for having such little regard for human life. MAN- this means he has SOME!!! good in him!! I'm very excited about this XD Do you know how rare that is in Englund characters?? 😂 Even rarer in characters I like-

He looks right at a giant angry crocodile and says shit like 'Your babies are omelettes now'. I'm sorry, but that was hot-

HE'S CLEVER!

*Gets attacked by a falling snake skin* *Gets left behind by group* *... struggling to get up and brush himself off, absolutely startled and also deeply offended he was just left like that* "... I'M FINE! JUST FINE!" That was the funniest part in the Vs Anaconda XD

When he threatens to sue Murdock?? Like my man, you already tried to sue Nathan and it didn't work, haven't you learned?-

He's also so handsome ^^ <3

[number1jeonginstan]

hehe its me! I'm just here to say hi Ju🤗🤗🤗

I would love to share this dirty, dirty thought with you

Jeongin can't help it, but sometimes he just ventures to your picture on his phone and jerks off to your pretty, pretty face. He knows he shouldn't, that if you ever found out how he felt he would risk losing you as a friend.

So instead, he makes sure he's under all his blankets at night, door tightly shut, so he can cum all over your pretty face

A/N: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. This is really feeding into my Jeongin obsession, because have you seen this man he's so 😩. Anyways, I wanted to make this kinda pervy!jeongin, so I hope this was to your liking because I loved writing it (I literally wrote it as soon as you sent me this request)!!

wc: 1.1k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: Pervy BestFriend!Jeongin x afab!reader

Warnings: m!masturbation, pervy jeongin, non-con photo taking, idk what else...

He knows he shouldn’t, you guys have been best friends since you were little. You grew up as next-door neighbors, you a year younger than him, but were inseparable nonetheless. He always thought of you as a little sister, someone he could hang out with all the time. It wasn’t until you went to the US to study. It was around the same time he became an idol, the both of you still texting and calling at times. 

He had followed you on Instagram on his secret account, wanting to keep in touch with what was happening while you were there. As time went on, you began posting more scandalous photos, things he would never have expected from you.

When you posted yourself in a bikini for the first time on your instagram, Jeongin felt like he was having whiplash. He never expected you to wear something that skimpy, and for him to love it so much. He felt himself going hard from just a picture of you. He shouldn’t be thinking of you that way, right? You were his best friend, someone he could always confide in, you guys saw each other at your worst, but now. Now, he was seeing you in a whole new light. 

He let all of his doubts fall out of the window as soon as he started palming his hardened cock through his boxers. It was okay as long as he was just looking at your body he thought to himself. It wasn’t like he was thinking about your cute lips sucking his cock. Your tongue licking the tip, sucking on the pre-cum that was being released by it. 

He definitely was not thinking about your hands fondling his balls as he wrapped his own hands around his cock. He looked at his phone one more time, seeing your cute face splayed on his screen. You would look so good with his cum all over your face, doe eyes staring up at him. That was all he needed to cum, covering his toned stomach with his cum and groaning. You didn’t need to know about this, you didn’t need to know what your best friend thought of you. 

He vowed to himself that he would never do it again, too ashamed to even look you in the eye when you called next. 

“Jeongin, the beaches here are so beautiful, when you guys go on tour again, we should go together!” you exclaimed while on FaceTime with him. “Yeah, that would be nice” he stuttered out loud, still embarrassed by what happened a few days prior. 

“Or actually, when I come back to Busan next week. Your parents told me you will be free by then and are coming home for a week, so we will be able to hang out like old times!” 

That caught his attention, you around him for an entire week. Being able to see you through a screen is one thing, but in person, seeing all of your curves, your face, and your lips was a whole other. “Yeah, that would be nice,” he said barely paying attention to what you were saying. 

How was he going to react to seeing you, how is he going to look at you after how he’s been thinking about you? 

He had forgotten about it for a week, preoccupied with finishing the promotions for his most recent comeback. He was so excited to go back home, leaving a day later than he promised his family because of an emergency. 

As he finally got off the train from Seoul, the first person he saw was you. You were in a miniskirt and a T-shirt. You waved at him, knowing his idol status, you couldn’t run up to him. You waited as he left the crowded station, watching as everyone left and started walking home and waiting for him to follow. 

As soon as you both were in a secluded enough area, you ran up to hug him. “I’m so happy to see you Innie!” you screamed, pressing your face against his chest. “I’m happy to see you too!” he gleamed, his face turning a bit red by the way your chest was pressed up against his. 

“You must be tired from all the hard work you’ve been doing” you huffed, “let me pick up your bag” you gleamed. Jeongin was about to object, but the thought of you bending over in such a small skirt to pick up his bag piqued his interest, you wouldn’t mind right? Plus if he got a picture of the panties under your skirt, there would be no harm. 

He reluctantly agreed, quickly pulling out his phone to take a picture as you bent over picking up his bag. You had no idea clue what ulterior motives he had behind letting you pick up his bag. You were just happy to take some stress off of him knowing how hard he works.

When you arrived at your shared apartment complex, you spoke up. “Innie, is there something you wanted to do today?” you asked, a pleading look in your eyes. 

“If it’s okay y/nnie, I’m actually going to take a quick nap, I’m quite tired.” he said while stretching his arms out, trying to show that he was exhausted. “Yeah, of course, we can always go get dinner or do something after” you grinned. 

You dropped him and his stuff off at his apartment before heading into your own oblivious to the fact that Jeongin was not actually going to sleep. 

As soon as the door shut to his apartment, Jeongin ran to his room. He locked the door, double-checking that it was, and laid on his bed. He got under the blanket, taking out his phone in his left hand and freeing his already hard cock from his boxers. 

Fuck, he groaned to himself. You were wearing little pink cotton panties that outlined the lips of your cunt perfectly. He stroked his cock, imagining how good your cunt would feel humping against him. Were you still a virgin he thought to himself. Would you let him be your first? 

He continued to tug at his cock, using his pre-cum as lube as he continued to fantasize about you. You were so cute and he just wanted to ruin you, make you beg for his cock until you were dumb around his cock, only babbling “Innie”. Imagining the way you would call his name on his cock was all he needed to cum. 

He really needed to stop fantasizing about his best friend. 

[hotpinkhoshi]

49 FROM SMUT LIST WITH CHEOL I'M HAVING NASTY CHEOLROT OMG

pairing: seungcheol x fem reader genre: smut, fluff, established relationship prompt: "you can feel me inside of you, here put your hand on your stomach." word count: 2.3k lmaooo a drabble she says... warnings: cheol is kinda pervy, bulge kink, unprotected sex, fingering u know the usual a/n: WELL THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME ENJOY also sorry it took so long i hope the cheolrot is still going strong so you can enjoy this

an innocent movie night with seungcheol was never just an innocent movie night.

at first you'd been mildly annoyed - you'd been excited to watch the new thor installment now that you could finally watch it with your boyfriend. it was hard to pay attention when he was grazing his fingers along the bare skin of your shoulder with one hand, playing with the hem of your skirt with the other.

"pay attention to the movie," you chided after the first twenty minutes.

seungcheol only huffed out a laugh, turning to kiss your neck. "i can't. you're too distracting."

you pulled back, furrowing your eyebrows. "i'm distracting? you're the one trying to slip your hand up my skirt!"

"well, why'd you have to wear a skirt anyway? hmmm?" he retorted.

you sputtered in response, rolling your eyes and nudging him away playfully. "it's hot outside and i thought you could behave and watch the movie that we both waited months to see! silly me."

seungcheol was only amused by your reply, not at all put off by your half-hearted shoves. he tipped his head back in a laugh, tugging you closer to him on the couch before pressing his face into your shoulder.

"you're so cute when you're annoyed. also, name one time i've behaved when you're in one of these short little skirts?"

well, he had a point there, now that you thought about it. there was definitely a correlation. but you hadn't worn this skirt - which wasn't even that short - with the intention of getting felt up during the movie. you'd hoped maybe he'd wait until after.

"okay, you might be right," you conceded.

that was all it took before seungcheol was reaching for the remote to stop the movie, tugging you onto his lap easily with one hand. you were like putty for him, but you didn't mind.

it wasn't like his soft touches during the movie or just his mere presence wasn't enough to have you halfway turned on already, anyway.

he'd only been back from tour for a week or two and you'd already fucked in every room of your apartment at least twice - and yet, you were insatiable. you couldn't get enough of his hands, his lips, or his skin on yours.

"c'mere, get this off," he murmured, easily tugging your top off and tossing it across the room. "god damnit. lace? and you're still gonna pretend like you didn't want me to fuck you instead of watch the movie?"

you blushed as seungcheol's eyes admired the intricate red laced design of your bralette, one of the many lingerie purchases you'd made while he was gone, because he was always a sucker for silk and lace and garters only he was allowed to rip off of you.

it was sort of like a coping mechanism every time you came upon videos of him enjoying himself on tour and you felt a bit of an emptiness in your heart - you'd log online and shop around for a new bra and panty set or a sheer slip that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

so far, cheol had barely even scratched the surface of your new, expanded collection.

"you like it?" you asked, slipping your fingers through his hair and grazing your fingernails along his scalp. "i'd show you the matching panties, but i'm not wearing any."

you watched as seungcheol's expression shifted from one of awe to the one that meant danger for you. a cocky smirk, his tongue pressing into his cheek as his eyes roamed your body.

"so fucking naughty," he said, shaking his head. "you act so sweet but here you are sitting next to me, no panties, pretending like you don't want me to flip you over and fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."

with each word, his hands roamed from your waist up the curve of your torso, thumbs only grazing the fabric over your nipples until both hands cupped each side of your neck. you felt your breath catch in your throat, all senses heightened as warmth spread through your belly.

"naughty for you," you whispered. "only you."

seungcheol's eyes filled with desire, his jaw working and chest puffing up only slightly at the reminder that you were his. it got him every time, satisfying that possessive side that you had no problem feeding into.

"that's right," he said through his teeth, pulling you so close his nose brushed yours. "gonna make sure you never forget it."

even though you were slightly elevated over him at this angle on his lap, he didn't let you forget he was the one with the power. one hand still on your throat, he trailed the other all the way down your body until it nestled between your thighs.

you whimpered as he made contact with your center, his thick fingers wasting no time dipping into your entrance to feel just how wet you'd gotten for him. he wasn't feeling gentle today, but you didn't mind. you liked it either way.

"undo my jeans," he told you, his words just barely penetrating the fog of arousal once he'd eased one finger inside of you.

you followed his orders quickly, hands finding his belt and fumbling to unfasten the metal. it was a little hard to focus, considering the slow pace he'd began between your legs, but after a minute you managed to get his belt undone and his jeans opened.

"that's a good girl," he muttered, rewarding you with a ghost of a kiss against your lips. "knew you could be good for me."

"cheol," you whispered, your hands reaching for the waistband of his briefs. you knew better than to slide your fingers inside, but you had to at least feel him, thick and hard through the fabric. "want you. no, need you."

seungcheol kept his hold on you, forehead now pressed against yours as he shook his head ever so slightly. "you're too tight, baby. gotta stretch you out if you're gonna take me."

"i can take it," you whined, hips shifting impatiently. "please, let me try."

he was clearly amused with your protests, not even a little bit swayed. it wasn't often that he changed his mind, but you thought it was worth a shot.

"you're squeezing around one finger, but you think you can take this?" he asked, hips lifting up so his cock pressed more firmly into your hand. "c'mon, you know better."

your bottom lip jutted out in a pout which only made your boyfriend grin, despite how absolutely frustrated you were after only a few minutes of teasing. he did, however, add a second finger with his next stroke, completely cutting off any coherent thought you'd been forming.

"that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked, knowing full well you wouldn't be able to form a response. "you're getting so wet. fucking soaking my jeans."

you moaned, lips forming a retort but getting lost in a moan once his thumb started pressing circles into your clit. it didn't help he was curling his fingers with each upstroke, bumping dangerously against your g-spot.

if he kept it up, it wouldn't be long until you were pushed over the edge just from his fingers.

"ch-cheol," you managed, forcing your eyes open so that you could look at your boyfriend. "don't wanna... cum like - like this."

as much as he liked to hold up the illusion of control, seungcheol wasn't about to force you to cum when you didn't want to or make you hold back an orgasm for his own selfish desires. there was a time and place for denial, and honestly, he rarely had the self control for that anyway.

"okay, baby." he told you, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw. "got carried away a little, didn't i?"

you only hummed in response, shoulders sagging with relief when he slipped his fingers out of you and you felt your impending orgasm finally retreat. at least it bought you a few minutes and you could cum on his cock instead of his fingers.

"open," seungcheol said simply, hardly giving you a moment to prepare before he was shoving his two fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his digits.

you were so taken off guard (and really, you shouldn't have been - he loved to make you lick yourself off his fingers while he watched) that you hardly noticed his other hand dropping from your neck to free his cock from his briefs. he gave himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance.

almost subconsciously, you lowered your hips to meet him halfway, finally feeling his impressive length and girth bottoming out in one go. seungcheol groaned, muttering something undoubtedly filthy under his breath that you couldn't catch.

your mouth dropped open in a loud moan and his fingers dragged down your lower lip, trailing your saliva down your chin and neck messily. both of his hands settled on your hips, pushing your skirt up so that he could appreciate the sight of his cock filling you up.

you, on the other hand, were already seeing stars, feeling every single inch stretching you out deliciously. this was why you'd wanted to cum around him. it couldn't compare to his fingers, no matter how precisely he could hit your g-spot like that.

no, this was much, much better.

"cheol," you reached for him, hands gripping onto his shoulders to ground you back to earth. "feels so good. won't last long."

as his eyes lifted back up to your face, he couldn't help the arrogant smirk that formed on his lips. it really did get him every time, knowing you were this far gone for him already, only him.

"c'mon sweetheart, can you move your hips for me? yeah, just like that," he praised once you began a slow grind, no doubt feeling his cock deeper than ever. "good girl, just roll them like that, nice and easy."

tears rimmed your eyes from the sheer pleasure, so overwhelmed by how perfectly seungcheol filled you. it was like a new sensation every time, no matter how many times he'd had you falling apart for him just like this.

"s-so good. can feel you so deep like this." you wanted to close your eyes but you didn't want to stop looking at him. you didn't want to miss the way his brows furrowed with pleasure, head tilted back against the couch cushion, eyes scanning down your body.

"fuck. baby, you can feel me inside of you. here, put your hand on your stomach," seungcheol said, voice gravelly as he reached for one of your hands.

pressing it down onto your lower stomach, your eyes widened once you realized you could feel his cock bulging against you from the inside. seungcheol couldn't take his eyes off it now and now it was all you could do not to cum right there.

with this position and the way you were grinding your hips forward and back, it was like you were constantly full and with each rotation, you felt his tip hitting your spot every damn time.

"cheol, cheol," you could only say his name at first, struggling with the words. "i'm close, oh god, baby..."

seungcheol finally tore his eyes away from the sight of himself inside of you, grabbing your hips and helping you along in your grind and increasing the pace just slightly.

"be a good girl and let go for me, yeah? cum all over my cock, so i can fill you up so good. wanna feel you cum first, hm?"

his words were enough to push you closer and closer to that precipice, at this point he was in complete control of your hips as you'd lost yourself to the pleasure and could only hold onto him weakly.

the hand on your stomach slipped down between your legs, knowing you needed just that little bit more to finally reach your high. the moment your fingers circled your clit the first time, you gasped, your orgasm washing over you in powerful waves.

just barely, you registered seungcheol's groan, his own orgasm only extending yours even further as you felt the warm pulses of his release. your body bent over his, arms snaking around his neck as your entire body shook with each pulse of pleasure.

"that's my girl, oh fuck, so so good. feels like heaven, you have no idea," you heard seungcheol mutter into your hair as you curled around him, your walls still pulsing with the aftershocks.

it took quite a while for your body to return to earth as seungcheol ran soothing hands along your back and pressed kisses into your neck, despite the thin layer of sweat you could feel on your skin there.

"can't move," you whispered, fully relaxed against your boyfriend. "no energy. must be carried."

seungcheol snorted next to your ear. "fuck that. i don't even think i can stand up yet. we might just have to stay here forever."

you scrunched your nose, finally sitting up to face him. "that's disgusting. we need to shower."

"okay, fine. just give me a minute," cheol agreed, gently lifting you from his lap to the cushion on the other side of him and pulling his briefs back up.

while he did up his jeans again, you had enough feeling in your lower limbs to stand from the couch, adjusting your bra and skirt.

when you turned back to see if he was finished, you realized cheol had lifted up the back of your skirt with one finger, admiring the view of your bare ass, a smirk turning up one side of his lips. "hey! stop that."

"literally cannot help it, baby," he told you with a laugh, unable to resist a quick but gentle slap to your backside. "agh!" he responded once you swatted back at him.

"and this is why we couldn't even watch one movie. all your fault!" you said, snatching your shirt up from the floor.

seungcheol laughed as he followed you back to the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist so that you were forced to waddle, giggling as he blew a raspberry into your neck.

"hey, we can try again after we shower."

you scoffed. "are you going to behave this time?"

"i make no promises."