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dear-aubade · 16 days ago

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Kisses After Midnight

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader Smut

Summary: Joel gets back from a long patrol in the middle of the night. It’s clear that his baby missed him very much.

Notes: smut, sub!reader, soft!dom!joel, praise, dirty talk, unprotected piv, Joel calls reader every pet name in the book, teasing, slight orgasm denial, dd/lg vibes sorta (but no use of ‘daddy’), let’s play a game called how many times can the author use the word ‘sweet’ in one fic

For it being the end of the world, you and Joel had a pretty good life. He’d been in Jackson for about eight months—eight months in which he gave his heart to the sweetest little thing to ever walk the earth.

Your very existence seemed to be a mockery of the times you lived in. You were soft and sweet, edges not yet roughed. He didn’t know how you’d gone so long staying as doe-eyed as you did—hell, he didn’t know how you ended up with him. He felt far too…jaded. Far too rough to be with someone so beautiful and untainted.

And yet, you were drawn to him. He still remembered the first day you knocked on his door, asking in your honey-sweet voice, I told Maria I’d give you a tour of the town. Is that alright, Mr. Miller? Oh, he’d just about died then.

Things only took off from there. Something would break in your house, and he’d be called over to fix it. Then you would bring him some bread you baked as a thank you, and then he’d say, Well this is too nice, darlin.’ Why don’t you let me return the favor by putting some shelves up in your living room? He’d seen the piles of books at your bedside—your love of reading deserved to be displayed.

Somewhere along the way, you and Joel just…fit. Something clicked, and soon he was moving into your pretty little house, placing kisses to your pretty little lips, waking up pressed against pretty little you.

Yes, for the end of the world, you and Joel were doing quite nicely.

Except on long patrol days, that is. Oh, Joel knew how much you hated it. Now that you’d gotten used to sleeping in Joel’s arms you didn’t want to give it up, not even for a single night.

But Joel had a part to play in the community—he couldn’t stop working, no matter how much he wished he could spend all his time with you. He’d press kisses to your quivering bottom lip, murmuring reassurances that he would be back the very next night.

Which brought him to now. He’d spent a day and a half out in the cold with Tommy scanning for Clickers, thinking about his princess the entire time ice and wind battered his face. Finally, after a day and a half without seeing you, he was shaking the snow off his jacket and stepping inside your shared home.

Joel was quiet as he took off his shoes and shed his outer layers before heading upstairs. Once inside your room he stripped down to his cotton t-shirt and boxers, then slid under the covers beside you. He wrapped his large arm around your body, pulling you into him and was delighted to find you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He nuzzled the top of your head with his nose, then placed a kiss in your hair. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”

You let out a soft yawn, still groggy and half-asleep. “Hm?”

He chuckled lightly and kissed your cheek. “Wake up, pretty baby.” Normally Joel would never wake you up in the middle of the night, but you had explicitly asked him to do so every time he got back from a long patrol. He still remembered your teary eyes the morning after the one time he’d tried to let you sleep and just greet you in the morning. He’d never tried again after that.

Now you began to really stir, blinking your eyes as you looked up at him with a soft, sleepy pout that he wanted to kiss. However, it melted away when your eyes grew a little more alert. “Joel?”

He brushed the hair from your face. “Mhmm. I’m home,” he whispered before kissing you soundly on the mouth. He pulled away just slightly, eyes dancing over your face. “I missed my gorgeous girl’s eyes…and those lips, especially.”

You leaned up to plant another firm kiss to his mouth before holding to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, letting out a soft breath of something almost like relief.

He kept you pressed to the warmth of his body, “Was my little girl lonely ‘round here?” he murmured, rubbing your back gently.

You nodded into his neck. “Missed you.”

He chuckled, kissing your neck, holding you close. “I’m right here now.” His sweet thing. His nose brushed along your jaw and neck, taking in your scent. “Let me ease that pretty little mind a bit, hm?”

Your breath hitched and you nodded, eyes getting a little more glossy…

“C’mere, babygirl…” he whispered, cradling the back of your head to pull your lips to his. Joel’s hands roamed over the curves of your body, mapping out each and every familiar piece of you, his palms warm and strong against your skin. He nibbled at your bottom lip until you parted your mouth in a gasp to allow his tongue to slip inside.

Joel soon broke the kiss, panting softly before he started trailing his lips down your throat and collarbone, nibbling and sucking as he went. “Missed that pretty little voice,” he murmured in that low voice of his. “Can you use it again for me sweetheart?” Joel knew how you got when he spoke to you like this. He knew you would be putty beneath him in no time.

You nodded, letting out a strained, “Mhmm.”

Joel pressed your back to the mattress so you were looking up at him. “Use your words, babygirl,” he reminded, dipping to kiss up your throat again. “Or do I need to make you?” His teeth caught on the sensitive skin below your jaw.

You gasped. “I-I can use ‘em.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling away to look at your face, studying your expression. His fingertips brushed the edge of your neckline. “Can I take all this off, baby?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide. “Yes Joel, please.”

He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “So polite.” With that he got to work, pulling the shirt over your head with one swift tug, leaving you bare beneath him. He looked you over greedily, tracing his hands over your sides, squeezing your thighs, making you squirm. “Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, eyes falling over your body. “Look at my sweet baby.”

You let out a soft whine of impatience, but Joel cut you off. “Ah—you gonna be a good girl?” He knew you would be. You always were. He just liked hearing it from your strawberry lips.

You nodded, eyes doe-like. “Yes, promise!”

He smiled. “Always listen so well for me.” He sat up a little to remove his own shirt and throw it to the floor, but swiftly leaned back down to kiss you deeply. You tasted like honey on his tongue and his hands slipped along your sides to rest on your hips, locking you in place.

You uselessly tried to buck against his strong hold, trying to press the apex of your thighs closer to his, but he was having none of it. He chuckled. “Needy girl…always gotta have me ‘s close as possible, hm? So greedy, baby.” His sentence was punctuated by a nip to your neck.

“Jus’ missed you.”

“I know darlin’, I know.” Such a soft, sweet voice you had. He met your big, glassy eyes as his fingertips dragged along your neck….your collarbone…until he grasped one of your breasts with his large hand.

He silenced your gasp with his kisses. His sweet girl—so sensitive, you were. You whimpered into his mouth as he brushed his thumb over the peak of your breast.

How had he been apart from you so long?

You were aching. Joel always likes taking his time with you, you knew that, but sometimes all you wanted him to do was pin you down and ravish you instead of playing you like his favorite instrument, stringing his fingers along each little spot that would make you sing….

Joel’s warm mouth closed around your breast and you let out another soft whimper as he flicked his tongue over the peak. Your hands were in his hair, threading through the salt-and-pepper curls while his tongue and teeth were at work.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Joel,” you whined, voice quivering.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’m gonna give you what you need.” His fingertips dragged down the center of your tummy, drifting farther and farther below…

“Oh,” Joel cooed, and you moaned softly as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “You’re so ready for me, sweetheart.”

You felt like you could cry from the need, the white hot flames that needed to be fanned and then extinguished. “Joel—”

“I’ll take care of you, darlin’. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

His thumb found purchase on your bundle of nerves and you keened, arching your back, trying to get closer closer closer while he stoked the fire between your legs. He held you the whole time, murmuring how beautiful you were, how pretty your little voice was, how good you were being for him.

You could feel yourself slowly unraveling; the thread of your very being was fraying, coming apart as you climbed higher, higher—

He removed his hand.

Oh, you whined at that, your climax being ripped away so cruelly and carelessly. “No, no, Joel I—”

“Shh, shh baby.” He quieted your protests with a kiss. “I just had to get you ready for me—want you to finish around my cock.”

His bluntness made you squirm, and you’d been so lost in your pleasure that you hadn’t realized you could feel his hardness against your hip, thick and heavy.

Joel shucked down his boxers and tossed them to the side while you lay there waiting, aching for that fullness you knew so well—

You squealed as he tapped the wet tip of his length against the bud atop your slit.

He chuckled and silenced your high-pitched noises with gentle shushing. “I gotcha, honey,” he murmured.

Then he slid inside.

Joel let out a soft groan next to your ear as he fully sheathed himself within your wetness. “So tight for me baby—“ He cut off with another grunt, sliding out before pushing right back in.

He was so big, his strong arms holding you as he rocked his hips, filling you up, up, up until you swear you could feel him in your tummy. Your walls clenched against him, breath hitching with every thrust.

“My baby,” he crooned, ducking his head to kiss along your neck and shower you with praises as he held you to him. “My sweet babygirl. Missed you so much out on the trail, thought about your pretty little pussy the whole time—”

Your head fell back with a gasp as the tip of Joel’s hardness tickled that spot deep inside that had your toes curling.

He chuckled. “Is that the spot, baby?” He pointedly thrust again, making you moan, and grinned knowingly. “Oh, I think it is, hm?” He picked up his pace again, hitting that spot over and over and over.

You felt something start to coil in your lower belly, something familiar and white-hot. Joel reached down to rub circles into your clit, which made you let out a high-pitched whimper and clench around his length.

You were babbling mindlessly, thoughts empty save for him and how good he was making you feel. “Joel, Joel, I—oh please—I need—”

“I know what you need babygirl.” His teeth caught on your earlobe as he kept his pace. “Can feel—fuck—can feel you clamping down on me. You gonna finish for me already?”

You nodded, your lips parted in a silent gasp of need, eyes big and wide as you whined out a desperate, “Mhmm!”

You bucked your hips into his, and this time when you felt your legs tighten, your breath fail, your tummy coil, Joel murmured hushed affirmatives you your jaw and neck and ear—

You cried out as you fell over the edge. Your back arched, your muscles seized, and your vision blurred with overwhelmed tears as you felt the warmth of Joel finishing inside you soon after.

“That’s it sweetie—fuck, so good for me, such a good girl falling apart on my cock, taking me so well—”

You were letting out desperate needy noises, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as the crackling heat lingered.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, claiming your lips, swallowing your whines with his mouth. “You did so good baby, so good….look at you, my pretty girl, my baby….”

Your body went lax, melting against him, each coo and murmur bringing you deeper under.

“That’s it…I’ve gotcha…” Joel maneuvered you as if you were light as a feather so that you were laying side by side, still connected, him still thick and warm inside of you.

Completely blissed out, you nuzzled into his chest, relishing in the feeling of his strong arms around you. Your eyes drooped.

“Tired already, babygirl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel hummed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s okay, darlin’. Just fall back to sleep. I’ll be holdin’ you the whole night through.”

Soon the fog overtook your mind completely and you drifted off, comforted by the knowledge that your Joel was home again.

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l0vergirlwrites · 9 months ago

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gulity as sin ; eddie munson

synopsis: since eddie joined your friend group, you’ve fallen for him. but sometimes the feelings you’ve harboured for him make you feel guilty—but he’s just too dreamy, so how could anyone blame you?

warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of weed & alcohol & partying, mentions of sexual thoughts, downbad!reader & eddie, love confession & makeout!!!!

note: inspired by taylor swift’s song “guilty as sin”

alsooo i just had to get this out of my system because ahhhh!!!

“just so you know, you’re staring at eddie like you wanna fuck him” robin whispered in your ear as she came to your side with extra vcr tapes to stack near the back of the store.

“jesus! am i really?” you asked in a hushed whisper, face crowing warm with embarrassment. you couldn’t help it when eddie just looked so good as he leaned on the front counter talking to steve.

while you mentally face palmed yourself, robin gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “just a little bit”

peeking back over her shoulder at eddie to make sure he wasn’t looking at you (because you’re anxious & paranoid), you let out a breath of relief. “you think he noticed?”

she laughed “i hope not”

letting out a quiet gasp, you shoved robin’s shoulder “thanks for the vote of confidence, rob” you said sarcastically.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!—but seriously…” she paused for moment to create dramatic effect. “when are you gonna fess up & tell him how you feel?”

the big question.

with a big sigh, you shook your head in retreat. “probably never. it’s just some stupid crush—& besides, we’re just friends. i don’t know if he’d like me like that, rob.” you said while getting back to work, trying to get the image of eddie’s ring clad hands out of your mind so you could focus.

“is that really how you feel? or is your fear of rejection speaking for you?”

narrowing your eyes at her, you rolled your eyes knowing she was kidding (but was she? were you really hiding behind a guise so you wouldn’t get hurt?).

“you know,” she paused to look at eddie. “if he doesn’t want to jump your bones, i’d be floored” she said cheekily, causing you to nudge her rib cage.

“he doesn’t” you stated, but in your mind you hated the thought of it.

“if that’s what’ll help you sleep at night” she chided before moving onto a different shelf, the open space letting your eyes drift back to eddie, only to find that he was looking right at you.

“you coming to the party by reefer rick’s place on the weekend? i convinced stevie boy here to tag along—“

“—& to be the DD. i don’t know how i got roped into this” steve cut eddie off with an exasperated expression.

with the spotlight (eddie’s eyes) on you, you couldn’t help but feel stuck in place & your mind was running a million miles a minute.

clearing your throat, you nodded. “yeah sure! i should be able to if keith doesn’t make me come in last minute”

the last sentence caused eddie to roll his eyes.

“who cares about what keith says—you’re coming & you’re gonna have fun! you’re deserving of blowing off some steam, right?” eddie said convincingly.

“he’s right! fuck keith & his stupid last minute shift calls“ robin agreed with steve soon following suit.

jokingly with your hands up in surrender, you finally agreed. “maybe you guys are right…”

“of course we are, babe!”

the pet name eddie called you made your stomach flip in six directions, your face growing warm until steve beat you to speak.

“when the hell did ‘babe’ get into your vocabulary, munson?” he asked eddie with a quizzical eye.

“oh calm your tits harrington—“

“hey man, i don’t have tits & i am calm so shut—“

“hey!” you yelled, shutting them both up. “no bickering on my watch, idiots” you pointed to them both, causing eddie to place his right hand in his heart in apology.

“what do you expect,” robin chimed in. “they’re five year olds”

you both laughed a bit at her comment while the guys just rolled their eyes.

“well, i’m gonna head out & prep for my next campaign. butttt, i’ll see you geeks saturday?” he asked while twirling his van keys around his index finger.

before steve could try to rebuttle against eddie about him calling you all “geeks”, you beat him to it.

“yes—we’ll be there! bye eds” you waved sweetly, your hand flattering when eddie shot you a wink before heading out the door.

as the glass door chimed & shut after his departure, you immediately turned to robin.

“he winked at me!” you mouthed to her with excitement.

“are you guys secretly talking without including me, again?”

turning to steve, you gave him an apologetic look. “she was just fawning over how eddie winked at her” robin said with a nonchalant smile, causing you to gasp.

“robin—“

“why do you care if he—wait… ohhh… that makes sense” he lit up like a light bulb, going back to checking through the return log on the computer.

you stood there stumped at his reaction.

“is me liking eddie predictable?” you asked aloud, causing steve & robin to share a glance.

“yes” they said collectively, leaving you to sigh & turn back to the shelf to finish stacking the pile of tapes.

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it was now saturday, & you were on speaker phone with robin as you were getting ready for the party.

you had decided to wear a short flowy black skirt, fishnet tights, your favourite black boots, & a dark green babytee with your favourite band on it. it was simple, but cute (& you secretly hoped eddie would think the tights were a nice touch).

“do you think you’ll tell eddie how you feel once you get some liquid courage in you?” she asked genuinely.

with a thoughtful sigh, you stopped applying blush to your right cheek. “gosh, rob—i don’t know. i don’t think it’s a good idea”.

you could tell she was shaking her head from the other side of the phone.

“remember when i was too afraid to tell vicky i liked her?”

you knew what she was gonna say. “yes, i do”

“so, you remember how you told me i should just ‘go for it! do it before it’s too late—what’s the worst that could happen?’, right?”

you slumped in your desk chair, fidgeting with your makeup brush. “yes…”

“sooo, you gotta practice what you preach—tell him before you regret it!” she encouraged, but still, you were horrified to.

“what if—“

she shushed you. “no what ifs. don’t do that to yourself—just be honest when the right moment comes along”

staying silent for a moment, you thought it over in your head before coming to a conclusion.

“maybe you are right, robin”

“i’m always right—regardless of what steve says” her words made you laugh, relieving you of a little stress.

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it was now nine-thirty on the dot & you could hear steve’s beamer honking from your driveway, signalling that it’s time to go. as soon as you stepped onto your driveway, you were met with hollers & whistles from your friends in the car—including eddie.

as soon as you saw him with his head out the window, whistling & vocally saying “shit y/n, looking good!”, you could’ve sworn you were going to collapse then & there.

shushing them before their hyper annoyed your neighbours, you (coincidentally) got into the backseat with eddie.

“you have everything?” steve asked before reversing the car.

“yes, dad” you joked before a silver flask was shoved into your lap.

“got you your favourite” eddie told you with a smile, causing you to audibly “awe” & thank him before taking a swing from it.

despite steve having a fancy car, the backseat was surprisingly small, so you knew it was going to be a long night with how your thigh is already pressed into eddie’s & his fingers were tapping his jean clad thigh dangerously close to your exposed one.

you caught him every now & then staring at your tights too, which didn’t help the fantasies brewing in your mind of him taking them off you.

“you excited?” you asked him while steve & robin were caught in their own conversation.

swiping his tongue across his teeth, he looked at you with a gaze that made your stomach tighten. “as long as you stick close by, then yeah i’m excited” he nudged you gently, allowing you a moment to process what he just fucking said.

tucking your hair behind your ears (a sign that you were nervous & liked him & were going insane), you let the conversation drift into comfortable silence as steve turned the radio up.

thank god for that.

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the party eddie brought you guys to was packed at some random house on lover’s lake.

& it reeked of pot & beer, which was normal & expected.

with the flask eddie gave you in your right hand & eddie’s hand in your other (because the front lawn was packed & he didn’t want to lose you), your group maneuvered your way inside to disco party lights, sweaty bodies, more pot & more beer.

your grip on eddie’s hand was taut as you continued sliding past more & more people while muttering “excuse me, sorry!” over & over until you guys arrived on the dance floor.

“do you want anything?” eddie leaned down & whispered into your ear so you could hear over the music.

you took a second to answer because of how warm his breath felt against your skin. “no i’m okay, i got this remember?” you said with a smile, holding up the flask he gave you.

returning you a smile, eddie let go of your hand because robin was pulling you to dance a little.

“be back in five!” eddie mouthed to you, holding up five fingers & looking at you until you waved in acknowledgment.

“okay there’s no way he doesn’t want you” robin yelled into your ear as the song changed & people roared happily.

laughing & shaking your head, you disagreed.

“cmon! let’s just dance, yeah? destress!” steve yelled to you both before bopping his head to the music, causing you & robin to look at each other before laughing & join in.

the more songs played & the more you swing back eddie’s flask, you could feel yourself letting loose a little—possibly even making you feel courageous.

so much so that when eddie returned with a red solo cup with some sort of drink, you slung your arm around his middle for a quick hug.

“missed me?” he yelled in your ear.

“just maybe” you replied, feeling his right hand rub your arm up & down before fetching a joint from his pocket.

“missed me more now?” he asked again, laughing when you nodded your head, eyes glassy from the smoke in the room that was building.

“outside?” he yelled again, & you were the only one that agreed.

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departing from steve & robin to go smoke, eddie grabbed your hand once again & kept you close as you both made your way to the back porch that outlooked onto the water.

the backyard was still filled with people, especially jocks who were doing dumb keg games, but you didn’t mind. with your back against the siding of the house & eddie in front of you, caging you in, all you saw was him.

& god he looked hot. his hair was a bit frizzy, but his leather jacket managed to showcase his muscular arms & his slightly cropped band tee allowed you to see the happy trail on his abdomen.

it took everything in your power not to fold then & there.

“you want the first hit?” eddie asked as passed you his drink & pulled his lighter out of his pocket.

with a simple nod, you placed the joint between your lipstick covered lips & leaned forward for eddie to light the end of it for you. the action felt extremely intimate & already hand your skin tingling.

with the joint slotted between your fingers, you took a few hits & relished in the buzzed feeling it already gave you. & knowing eddie & is interest in pot, you knew whatever was wrapped within the joint was the good shit.

while you were taking your hits, eddie was reminding himself to not get hard at the thought of your lipstick rubbing off onto the joint or how you looked pretty with smoke exhaling from your mouth—he could feel his pants start to feel the tiniest bit tight at his view of you.

when you handed the joint to him, eddie stood beside you on the wall & took his time (possibly so you could look at him a little longer?).

& you didn’t care because he just looked too perfect with his head tilted up, the veins in his neck showing in the porch light, the joint rested between his ring clad fingers—you could already imagine yourself getting off to this image of him later—but you reminded yourself to stay cool.

everything was fine! you guys were just friends!

“you feeling okay?” eddie asked, turning to you who was already giving him soft doe eyes.

“better than okay” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder because you felt too warm under his gaze.

“wanna get off inside?” you heard him ask, causing you to cough & blink for a moment.

“shit—what did you say?” you looked at him, feeling his hand begin to interlock with yours again.

“i asked if you wanna go back inside—you sure you’re good?”

oh god, now you were hearing things.

“y-yeah, good idea” you mumbled as you followed his lead, holding on tight to avoid getting broken apart through the sea of teenagers & college students.

you only broke apart when robin pulled you in for a hug, hearing her say “it felt like you were gone for ages!”

for the rest do the night, you told yourself to he lost in the music rather than thoughts of eddie munson doing nasty things to you, which was going pretty successful until you felt his breath on your neck again.

“wanna dance?”

& how on earth could you say no?!?!

you let him pull you into his arms, his hands firm on your waist while yours were loose around his neck.

with the pot & other alcohol mixing in your system, you felt on top of the world. especially with eddie’s eyes on you. he’d twirl you around in circles & give you room to dance your heart out with him in your grasp & steve & robin would give each other knowing glances about whatever was brewing between you too.

you felt hot, sticky, & tingly all over your skin (not just because eddie was touching you) so you pulled his head down a bit to yell in his ear. “i’m gonna find a washroom!” & he was leading you around the house to find one without a question.

once you both found one of the third floor of this outrageous house, you pulled eddie in with you & turned on the light, thankful there was a dim setting.

“jesus, that was bright!” eddie shielded his eyes, causing you to laugh as you hopped up onto the counter.

exhaling a sigh of relief, you let your head lean back & rest against the mirror while eddie leaned against the closed door.

“do you need me to like, turn around or something…?” he asked, wondering what you were going to do.

“no—i just wanted to go somewhere quieter. less sweaty bodies”

he nodded understandingly before shamefully looking you up & down, telling himself to not get hard at the sight of you so pretty. you were already falling down a rabbit hole of all the things you want to do with him right now, each more dirty than the next—it would be just so easy for him to take off your skirt & unbuckle his pants—wouldn’t it?

but the guilt started to seep in & make you hide your face to groan in annoyance because why on earth were you spiralling like this?

“is something wrong?” he walked to you, holding your wrists & pulling them away to uncover you.

“just going insane is all” you replied, causing you both to laugh until he reached up to wipe off some of your smudged eyeliner from your under eye. he just needed to touch you somehow.

“guess what an old friend told me while i was getting a drink earlier”

you tilted your head in wonder, staring directly at eddie’s lips as he spoke.

“he saw us walk inside & told me that we looked like some couple from a movie—don’t remember which one though…” he ended with a murmur, too focussed on swiping his thumb on your cheek until you spoke up.

“is that a bad thing?” you asked, suddenly feeling small in this washroom with his hand directly on your skin.

eddie was closing in on you now, & you didn’t want it to stop.

you instantly felt sober now. especially with how each swipe on your skin felt like he was making you his—which was definitely an exaggeration but how could you need feel that way when he was holding you so delicately?

shaking his head ‘no’, eddie’s brows furrowed. “of course not—it’s not a bad thing. i-i just thought it was, i dunno, cute—“

“cute?” you questioned softer than him, a smile in the beginning stages of forming on your face.

was this your moment that robin was talking about? you sure hoped so.

“i-i think that’s the right word” he stumbled over his words, feeling your right hand brush some hair out of his face.

“i think so too”

& then there was comfortable silence.

you weren’t sure how to move forward from here. do you tell him all your feelings for him that you’ve keep hidden in a vault at the back of your mind? do you tell him that you’ve been fantasizing about him for weeks? that he’s the only one that makes you feel so many things?

you wish this part was easier.

“would it be, i dunno, uncalled for if i told you that you’ve been driving me crazy?” eddie asked, immediately unlocking said vault inside you.

“are you serious?” you asked, completely sober now as you pulled his hand away from your face & fixed your posture, eyes locked on his for the answer.

“as serious as the dead” his breath hitched, unsure if he made things worse or misread whatever signs you sent, but before he could apologize your hands were already on his face to pull his lips to yours.

it was a messy, top lip & hungry kiss that you’ve been dying to experience since you first laid eyes on him. & god did it felt right, with his tongue meshing with yours & his hands gripping your fishnet covered thighs as he pulled you closer to his body with aching need.

it was the kind of kiss that tried to convey just how you felt about him, the wanting & lusting from afar, the longing glances & lip bites when he made you feel a certain type of way.

it was catastrophic & heavy but sweet with laboured breaths of beer & smudged lipstick.

“holy shit” eddie breathed out against your lips, chasing him for another kiss because it was just that good but you were smiling & clashing your teeth against his & giggling from how silly it all felt.

“that is why i’ve been going insane” you panted against him, hands falling to grip the cotton of his shirt.

“i’m crazy about you eddie. & it’s not the drugs talking, i promise” you swore, scouts honour.

with his forehead pressing against yours & laugh escaping his lips that had little bits of your lipstick, he squeezed your thighs. “i would hope not, ‘cause i’m really crazy about you too”

you closed your eyes now, relishing in the weight lifting off your shoulders & how his touch felt electric. “eddie” you exhaled.

“yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers were pressing different patterns on your thighs to the point where you asked in yourself if he was writing ‘mine’ across the fishnet material.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” you asked, already longing for this feeling to last, praying this wouldn’t be just a one time thing at a party.

“i don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, so yeah, i think we can make it happen” eddie smirked, kissing you quick before pulling back to see your swollen lips.

“wanna go back to the party & surprise the geeks?”

“i’d love to”

& with eddie whisking you from the counter, hand on your hip as he lead you back downstairs, you both immediately saw steve & robin jumping up & down happily when they witnessed you two looking like love sick idiots who finally fessed up.

#l0vergirlwrites💌#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #steve stranger things #stranger things netflix #fanfic

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doromoni · 5 months ago

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Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : I’m back!! am i still sick? yeah a lil~ But I can finally look at my phone 🥹. Thank yall for waiting and supporting NOTP series 🧡.

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Warnings : Cursing, Grammatical Errors

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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“I have nothing to say to you”

“Ok, then let me do the talking. Y/N I’m really sorry”

“Lando, you apologizing wont make what you did go away! Can’t you just leave me alone??”

“I will, I promise… i just want to end everything correctly… please let me. Y/N please”

“i’m already happy Lando.”

“I know that Y/N and I’m happy for you! I don’t want everything to be awkward with Oscar when we do see each other.”

“For Oscar…”

Y/N. 3m

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oscarpiastri am i crazy or is the coffee we make in your flat better than this??

Y/N. No lie youre so right, this coffee lowkey is not it.

oscarpiastri I thought I was tweakin. Where are you btw?? I left for the bathroom for 3 mins and ur gone??

Y/N. uhh… im looking for popcorn :DD

oscarpiastri How aren’t you getting a stomachache with the things you eat baffles me .

Y/N. Ion know myself dude 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m amazing like that

oscarpiastri well no need to look, they have it at the plane. I asked John if the plane stocked popcorn and yes they do

Y/N. Really? You’re literally the bestttt 🥺🫶

Y/bf Y/N L/N when I found out that you’ve died from caffein overdose I wont even be surprised 😀

Y/N. I just wont die, simple as that my dearest best friend.

Y/bf just have fun and give em hell 🤭 . Oh! my chocolates dont forget!! Safe travel luv 🫶

Y/N. Oh they wouldn’t know what hit em. I will bring chaos . I wont forget your chocolates y/bf!!. And thank youu

maxverstappen1 Y/NNnnnnnnnnn I’m sorry 😩

Y/N. Sorry? and you are?

maxverstappen1 I changed my password already! Plsss do not be mad >:((

logansargeant Y/N are you going to the raceeeee???!!

Y/N. well yes I am American Boi

logansargeant why am i always the last to know?!!

Y/N. Sorry (Lmao I’m not)

logansargeant Ur so mean to me >:((

oscarpiastri

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Y/N. 🧡🧡🧡

oscarpiastri food was 🔥 music was 🔥 the pretty girl held my hand also 🔥.

Y/N. Is it safe to assume you liked everything then…. 🫣

oscarpiastri YES i did! I’d wife you up if you’d let me.

Y/N. I haven’t met your family yet SIR. 🤨

oscarpiastri That wasn’t a no. If the last song in your album wasnt a proposal…. 🤭

Y/N. OK! you win. Be grateful I love you. Now stop looking at ut phone you need to focus on your debriefing! I could ser John glaring at you rn!!

charles_leclerc is that Y/N’s Unreleased album????!!!

oscarpiastri why yes father, it is 😌.

charles_leclerc and you and Y/N are not letting me listen?? HOW DARE YOU TWO 😭

oscarpiastri Sorryyy . I get first listens ~ you wait for the release of Heartbreak club like the otherss😛

charles_leclerc even Alex is freaking out!!! comeonnn Son. Just 1 song plsss.

oscarpiastri ask Y/N 🙂‍↕️ She’s the genius behind this masterpiece (that i get to listen to whenever i want 😛😛😛)

charles_leclerc I will revoke your adoption! Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc.

logansargeant Heartbreak Club??? Isnt that the name of you and Y/N’s club for people who got cheated on

oscarpiastri the very same HAHAHAHAHA

logansargeant so its about Lando cheating???

oscarpiastri Yes and No… and I’m not allowed to elaborate further!

logansargeant Boi without me there wouldnt even be a club with you and Y/N~ mate yall owe me 🥰😀

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f1wags Oscar and Y/N are already in Belgium🫶 .

user1 Oop, is Y/N going to attend the race 🫣

user2 Ohhhh I really hope so! Plss plss

user3 I really miss Y/N in the paddock. Miss ma’am pls mark your territory! Ion like that other girl there 🤡 Ur tainting the McLaren brand pls exit the premises.

user2 The height difference is so 🥰🫶🧡

user3 I offer myself as their child or their pet I dont care. Pls just have me

user4 Their future child would be troy bolton i swear. To sing or to do sports 😩

user5 HAHAHAHAHAHHA I could so imagine it.

user6 BET ON IT!

user7 I SAW THEMMM 😭 they were do cute I can’t!! Y/N was so busy yapping and Oscar was just smiling at her and nodding. Boi is just happy to be there, Oscar same.

user8 I still cant believe that Osc knows the tracks inside Y/N’s album

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Touch down and Landed 🛩️ Excited to get behind the wheel!

charles_leclerc what is with you and spa (wdym landed?? you’re literally here since Tuesday??)

alexandrasaintmleux let him have his fun, babe.

Y/N. Yeah! have your own timeline Lechuck

oscarpiastri listen to the ladies, Mate. It’ll do you good.

charles_leclerc I love my life and the people in it 😀

mclaren Locked and Ready 💪 Let’s go for Podium!!

user1 LETS GO OSC!!

user2 continue the podium streak champ!!

user3 Oscar future WDC , i’m calling it

user4 Oscar looks extra pookie todayyy 🥰

user5. Ah Y/N effect 🙂‍↕️~ I see your man girl!

user6 Y/N’s influence on Osc is really showing fr. Ma’am ur doing amazing work!

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sinnersweets · 11 months ago

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DogDay x Reader part 2

A/N: Highly requested so here you guys go! Enjoy!

<----part 1 part 3---->

DogDay led me outside of the Playhouse and back outside into Playcare. A few feet in front of us was a chicken. A tall yellow chicken. Ah, that must have been KickinChicken. “Hiya KC!” DogDay was still holding my hand but with his other he waved extremely fast to KickinChicken. “Sup DD! Hey, finally got yourself a helper now huh? ‘Bout time dude.” KickinChicken then handed off the kids too, I’m assuming his helper. His helper also matched him as well. Guess that was the uniform for us working with these...tall animal mascots.

Kickinchicken walked up to me and DogDay. “Names Kickinchicken, the cool member of the Smiling Critters.” DogDay laughed when he said that. “Go on Angel, introduce yourself.” I wasn’t used to seeing animals so tall, it scared me a little. I held out my free hand to KickenChicken and summoned some courage to talk.

“Hello, I’m Y/N or Angel, doesn’t really matter what you call me. Nice to meet you.” KickenChicken then slapped my hand with his and started to make a handshake with me. I mirrored his movements to understand this new handshake I was given. “Haha, she’s pretty cool DD, you got yourself a rad helper.” He then looked at me up and down. “Not bad looking either.” KickenChicken smiled at me. I was going to comment on that, but DogDay beat me too it. “Look at the time! You better hurry along to your group now KC, don’t want our little friends upset now do we?” “Right, well nice meeting ya Y/N, we’ll chat later.” he spoke as he walked back to his group and helper. DogDay squeezed my hand a bit before leading us to the center of Playcare. “On with the tour!”

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DogDay first showed me the statue in the center. It was all the Smiling Critters. There were eight of them in total: DogDay the leader, Bobby Bearhug the loving one, KickenChicken was the cool one, Hoppy Hopscotch the energetic one, CraftyCorn was the artist in the group, Bubba Bubbaphant the smart one, PickyPiggy the foodie, and lastly there was CatNap, DogDays bestest friend. He supposably makes sure that everyone else gets a good night's rest every day to ensure that they are ready for the next day.

Next, we went into the Toy Store. DogDay was tall, so he had to walk on all fours. “This is where the children can come and buy some sweet toys of yours truly, and the others!” I smiled and looked around. Sure enough there were plushies of DogDay and the rest of the group. There were also some other toys like a blue limp doll, a dinosaur that matched the lamps outside, what looked like a cat and a bee mixed, and other toys. I picked up a smaller version of DogDay and looked at it. “You said the kids buy these?” “Uh-huh! We give them play money to use around here, that way when they get adopted, they’ll know about the real world and how to manage their expenses.” That was smart of them. I set the plushie back down and followed DogDay outside.

We then looked at the consoler's office and school. DogDay told me that the consolers office was where the staff would put their belongings in and where parents would go to adopt a child. Only DogDay was allowed in the consoler's office, none of the other Smiling Critters could go in there. I’m not sure why but I didn’t question it. “The school is where the children spend most of their time. I’d take you inside so you could meet Miss Delight and her sisters, but I wouldn’t want to interrupt her teachings.” “That’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get to meet them one day.”

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It was now naptime for the children which meant that the Smiling Critters could step away and hang out all together and just relax. I was in the consolers office to check out my assigned office. Each helper had their own office to get away to when needed. Outside my door was a card that had ‘Welcome’ on the front. I picked it up and walked into my new office. I took a look around, nice office, however what stuck out to me was the big dog bed in the corner.

I was about to walk over to it until I heard a knock at the door. I set down the card and opened the door, but no one was there. Suddenly DogDays head popped out from the side. “Hiya Angel!” “Ah-” I fell back in shock. As I laid on the floor DogDay hovered over me with a worried expression, his sun pendant laid against my chest. “Angel?! Oh gosh I’m so sorry! Are you okay??!” I did a double-blink and then slowly sat up. “Yeah, I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting that at all.” DogDay then held out a paw towards me to help me to my feet. I took his paw into my hand and once my hand met his paw his tail started to wag. He pulled me up to my feet and got close to me. I wasn't used to being this close to anyone, let alone a giant dog so I started to blush. This caught DogDays attention. “Angel your face is really red, are you sick?” I was starting to feel bad, not physically but mentally. I didn’t want him to be worried about me. “I-I’m fine! Really DogDay. So, um what brings you by?” I wanted to change the subject as fast as possible. DogDay then smiled and leaned away from me. “I wanted to see if you liked the card we made!” I went to my desk, picked up the card and opened it. ‘Welcome newest helper, we hope that this job brings you happiness and joy as we do to our children here. We look forward to working with you, signed everyone.’ I did like the letter.

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Me and DogDay started chatting for a while until out of nowhere, I yawned. “Oh my, sorry about that.” Guess I was starting to get a bit tired. “That’s okay Angel. There’s thirty minutes left of nap time; you should rest up!” A power nap did sound good. I nodded and told DogDay that he should go back to his friends, but he shook his head no and picked me up and walked over to the dog bed in the corner. Should’ve known it was his.

“I’d rather spend my free time with you Angel, plus as your boss you have no say.” He stuck his tongue out and booped my nose with his paw. My face got warm again. He then laid down on his bed and laid me in between his front paws. “You can rest with me Angel; I’ve been told that I’m a very fluffy pillow.” He was very soft and the smell of vanilla on him was almost like a drug to put you to sleep, and it was working. I yawned once more and closed my eyes. DogDays head rested near me. “Rest well my Angel.” was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: Thank you for reading!

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #x reader #dogday x reader #part 2 #smiling critters

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snowyquokka · 11 months ago

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Hiiii how are you

I have e a request for han or seungmin that their enemies and they have to go to a party that their friends are going to and the reader gets really drunk so they help them and they both confess to liking each other and it's just really fluffy

I hope I explained that the right way

Ps love your work

Lots of love A<3

BUTTERFLIES

frat boy han jisung x fem reader

cw: mature themes MDNI, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption (both above age), swearing, angst EVEN THOUGH IT WAS SUPPOSED TO ONLY BE FLUFF, second chance lovers, college au, blah blah blah

wc: 1.2k

a.n - i apologize for this taking me so long but i really wanted to get it right and do the prompt justice. i absolutely loved writing this and i appreciate the request !! (thank you ina for letting me blow up your dms over this <3)

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“You are so fucking lucky I love you,” you mutter as you walk into a frat party with your best friend, Mina. She wouldn’t stop pestering you about ‘coming out of your shell’ and ‘loosening up.’

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll thank me later, babe. And don’t worry, I’m the DD tonight. Have fun, seriously.” she smiles. You’d be lying if you said that deep down - very deep, like in the abyss of your soul - you weren’t grateful for her making you leave your room, where she thought you’d live forever if she didn’t have a say.

“Oo, lookie!” Mina exclaims as she points out two guys leaning against the kitchen island. Lee Minho and you’ve gotta be kidding me,

“Mina, no. You’ve got me fifty shades of fucked up if you think I’m gonna go talk to Han,” you make a face at the bitter taste of his name.

“You haven’t even spoken to him in what,” she counts on her fingers, “…8 months?

“Mina, I don’t think getting coffee at the same shop counts as talking.” you roll your eyes, “He’s a complete dickhead who has absolutely no consideration for others,” Mina shrugs and grabs your arm before dragging you over towards the two men despite your protests.

You immediately catch Jisung’s attention, watching as a small smirk tugs on his lips.

“Ah, Mina! How are you?” Minho beams at your best friend.

While they get caught up in their conversation you look around and spot a tray of Jell-O shots sitting on the counter unattended. Shrugging your shoulders, you pick one up and down it with zero hesitation.

Without even registering it, you consume three in less than two minutes. At least you’re enjoying yourself, right?

“I’d be careful if I were you, nabi.” You cringe at the nickname as Jisung’s voice cuts through the music playing in the background. You turn around to face him with a groan.

“I’m not in the mood, Han.” you grab another shot.

“Ouch. Back to last names, are we?” Jisung clutches his chest in mock pain, earning an eye roll from you. You glance over at Mina - or rather, where she was standing five minutes ago.

“Where’d they go?” You nod towards the now empty space.

“Probably going to fuck,” he shrugs, “Who knows?”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh come on, nabi. You can’t avoid me forever.” Your cheeks redden in annoyance.

“I can and I will actually. Also, stop calling me that.”

He scoffs as you walk away with yet another shot in your hand.

After a few moments of hesitation, he reluctantly follows you. “Wait. Can we ta-“

Jisung cuts himself off at the sight of you dancing with some guy from his fraternity, his hands on your hips as you sway them to the beat. Something in Jisung’s chest twists and a pit forms in his stomach. Shaking his head and pushing down his feelings, he turns to walk away.

Not worth it, Ji.

That is until he hears your laugh. Your sweet, gentle, angelic laugh. Sparked by someone who looks like they’d forget your name before he even gets what he wants from you.

Fuck. All. That.

Jisung downs the rest of his beer and stalks towards the two of you.

“Get your fucking hands off my girl.” he glares at the other man.

Jisung ignores him and snatches your wrist and drags you away, careful not to let you fall.

“J - Han get off of me,” you sputter as you attempt to set yourself free as he guides you upstairs to a vacant bedroom.

“I am not yours, asshole.” you wipe your palms down your dress in order to try to make it stretch a little more past your thighs. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung who has to force himself to tear his eyes away from your curves. Curves that he’s dreamt of holding underneath his fingertips for years.

“Why won’t you have one conversation with me? You’re acting like we weren’t inseparable two years ago,” Jisung runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol giving him confidence or if it’s his physical need to be as close as he can to you.

“You left, what did you expect to happen?” you let out once your mind starts to uncloud.

Jisung advances towards you, the beat of the music downstairs matching your racing pulse. With each step he takes, your heart knots tighter and tighter. Once he reaches you he places his hand on the wall beside you, caging you in.

Your senses heighten and the intensity of his gaze forces you to shrink yet you carry on, “You didn’t even care about what I had to say about it. In fact, I didn’t even know you were going until three hours before your flight took off.”

Your words are like a knife to his abdomen.

He searches your eyes for something - anything - other than pain.

Nothing.

The knife twists in his gut.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Jisung’s hand comes up to brush your tears off of your cheeks.

“I’ve hated myself everyday for the past two years, nabi. I thought of coming back to you but..” he trails off.

“Ji, don’t do this to me. I can’t. Please.” your voice shakes more than you would like it to as you try to warrant off more tears. You’ve always been an emotional drunk, but this? This is next level.

“You know, the moment I found out where you were going to college I immediately applied there? And then I applied to every college in the area, just in case I didn’t get accepted,” his voice drops to a mere whisper, “I did it because I wanted to fix us. I want to fix us.”

Your mouth falls slightly agape as you attempt to process the absolute bomb he just threw at you,

“It would’ve been easier if I hadn’t..” you cut off and wipe your mascara-stained cheeks, tilting your head back against the wall and closing your eyes. You’re too afraid to acknowledge the truth.

You’ve always been too afraid.

Though, you aren’t very sure what the truth is, exactly.

Jisung leans in and speaks softly into your ear, “I fell in love, too.”

Your eyes flutter open to see him nose-to-nose with you.

Warmth that has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed spreads throughout you, head to toe, and something velvety skates along your soul.

“Butterflies,” you mumble unwittingly.

Jisung smiles softly and leans his forehead against yours.

“Can you find somewhere in that big, beautiful heart for me?” he looks down and threads his fingers with yours.

“No need,” you smile, “it was all yours to begin with.”

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

divider: @chaeneuu

#snowyquokka #han jisung #han jisung x reader #skz han #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz reader insert #skz reactions #skz angst #skzstarnet

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bvnniz · 7 months ago

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Yk u love my Vox x bunny fics

How about a quick lil one where bunny is trying so hard to convince the three that she is a big girl 😚😚

I ᥫ᭡ THIS ALSO ADDING THE VEES (velvette) TRYING TO CUT DOWN ON BABYING BUNNY AFTER VELVETTE BRINGS IT TO THEIR ATTENTION THAT ALLLL THEY DO IS BABY HER

𝜗𝜚 warnings: dd/lg dynamic, teasing, bunny calls vox daddy, velvette’s kinda mean here, a tonnnn more on how bunny is babied, bottle referred but it’s a sippy cup . . . they baby bunny A LOT.

“daddyyyy” you whined as you walked over to the three on the couch and immediately climbed onto vox’s lap. “hi little one.” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.

valentino raised an eyebrow at you. “little conejita i think you’re forgetting something.” you just tilted your head confused at him “you don’t have one of your stuffies attached to your hip right now.” he smiled down at you which caused you to let out a whine in vox’s chest, the three vees immediately turning to you once the sound left you.

“baby, what’s the matter?” you just whined again “not a baby!” the vees worry immediately washed away, vox letting out a chuckle. “princess, i’m not too sure who you’re trying to fool especially because you’re all curled up on my lap right now.”

you let out another whine causing valentino to pull you onto his lap “conejita, you love when i call you baby, you even got mad because i’d call you baby in spanish and you had an entire tantrum on thinking i called you something other than baby.”

velvette rolled her eyes as your response was just another whine. “you guys aren’t fucking helping! bunny over here.” you crawled over vox’s lap and onto velvette’s. she immediately pushed you onto the ground. “if you’re not a baby, you don’t need to be sitting on one of our laps.”

vox immediately put his hands on your upper-body to make sure your fall didn’t hurt too badly. he cooed at you as he saw you immediately turn and look at him. “you also don’t need stuffed animals, i’ll have one of the dumbasses get rid of those later, oh and you don’t need someone to feed you every time you eat a meal, because you know big girls don’t do that.”

vox watched you as you listened to everything velvette was telling you, immediately going to pick you up as he saw the tears starting to form in your eyes, velvette swatting his hands away from you. “if she’s not a baby she doesn’t need one of us to be worried about her.”

valentino shook his head, immediately picking you up and pulling you onto his lap. “she’s my favorite little conejita and i’m not gonna just sit and watch her cry.” valentino laid your head against his chest, as he played with your ears. velvette rolled her eyes at the sight. “she doesn’t wanna be babied, val.”

valentino sighed pulling you back from his chest. “you my little baby conejita?” you just nodded your head, valentino immediately cooing at you. “let’s go find you a stuffy hmm? we can go get your cute little pink bunny?” you nodded again as valentino wiped your tears.

valentino picked you up and headed towards your room while vox & velvette stayed put. “i’m gonna make her a bottle with juice.” velvette just sighed at vox “vox, you can’t just give in to her every time she has fits like this.” he sighed in return “she’s been through a lot velvette, she had a harsh life when she was alive, when i found her crying in an alleyway i promised her i’d protect her and that’s what i’m gonna do.”

valentino walked back into the room holding your hand with your pink bunny stuffed animal in your other hand. “go show daddy your stuffy hmm?” you nodded running over to vox who immediately picked you up setting you on the counter. “such a cute little bunny.” you smiled looking at your stuffed animal. “it’s pink!” he shook his head chuckling “was talking about you princess.” he said before pressing a kiss to your head.

vox went to put the lid on your bottle but velvette glared at him causing vox to sigh before handing you the bottle without the lid, making you just stare up at him confused. “you don’t need the lid princess. like you said you’re not a baby.”

he watched your lip start to tremble and his eyes immediately widened and he put the lid on as quickly as possible “nope you’re right, you’re my baby.” velvette rolled her eyes before sighing. “you’re so lucky you’re cute.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel valentino x reader #valentino x reader #vox smut #vox x bunny!reader #valentino x bunny!reader #alastor x reader

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ghostbustting · 7 months ago

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I REALLY NEED A PART 2 OF YOUR FIRST FANFIC-

it’s amazing and i enjoyed every word i read in it.😭

I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT SJSBDHSBA :DD

╰┈➤“𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑺„ ๋࣭⭑

From the 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 series

90s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

The lingering encounter with James Hetfield that night before his concert kept me up and awake almost every night, the printed pictures I kept, as James told me to do, an evidence of the filthy things we did on that couch. An evidence of how a frontman of a metal band was able to make me lose my self respect and dignity. Turning the old decent me to someone with such dirty thoughts every lonely night.

The way he held me, the way he felt in me, the way he kissed me, the way he talked to me.. every single thing he did to me that night burned a hole in my brain in order to fill that hole with that exact memory.

How I’d go through those pictures of me whenever I couldn’t sleep at night while I yearn for him is surely something I found shameless for me that I have to keep to myself.

His face, his voice, his touch.. oh what more can I wish for than to see him again? I can’t help but wonder if this even meant anything to him but meaningless sex with a random photographer.

I’d go through my days, walking down to street only to find people wearing Metallica t-shirts, posters of him on random walls, his music blaring from some bar. Everything just forced me to remember him.

Even at work, my colleagues wouldn’t stop praising me for being able to meet all four members of Metallica in person. If only they knew what happened between me and one of those members that night.

Another thing that bugged me was the fact that there’s still one last thing he asked of me that I have not done; to go to his next concert and give him the copies of the pictures.

Each time his requests linger in my mind, I feel a pang of nervousness in my heart, knowing my full schedule of work had prevent me to fulfill what he wanted me to do, not having enough free time and so less money to even buy a ticket if I had time. It felt like I had completely lose the chance of meeting him once again and giving him those pictures that could’ve made him remember our encounter forever.

It’s a thought I start to think of daily.

That fact also made me remember what I am, just a lucky new photographer that was sent to take innocent pictures in the backstage of Metallica’s show. Being able to be touched and acknowledged by James Hetfield that way should be more than enough luck for me.

I should be grateful.

But at the same time, it’s him.

How can one not be greedy when it’s James Hetfield?

At first, I don’t believe nor understand how girls could easily fall to their knees just by the sight of him from a piece of paper or the sound of him from the radio. I thought he was just another rock star with a bunch of groupies. I was wrong, apparently. That man just knows his ways around women.

His presence onstage and offstage can both make you pay full attention to him, he was.. a totally interesting person. Even besides the sex we had.

It was the frontman effect I suppose, always being able to catch people’s attention.

Then, as if fate have finally went my way, my manager decided to send me to yet again another Metallica concert to take more pictures of the band and the show. Words cannot express how much I wanted to jump up and down and spin around and roll around the ground out of excitement that day. I couldn’t count how many people thought I was a mad woman walking down the streets with a smile that wide, cheeks red.

My heart never stopped beating loudly whenever I think about meeting Hetfield in person again, no matter whether he decided to play with me again or forgotten about me. I just yearn to see those blue eyes of his in person once again. To make him see me again. To make him acknowledge me again. Even if he forget me, at least I’ll please myself by doing enough such as observing in the sight of that beautiful man.

This time, they sent me with a partner again— and unfortunately, he was well and healthy, meaning I had to go through this with him trailing around with me together. Though it means easier work process, it also gave me a small lost of hope for having a private encounter with Hetfield again. That is if it’s even possible in the first place.

That night, my partner, Stan and I walk into the backstage together, this time we were told to go after the show instead of before the show. Yet the situation is no different, still the same busy backstage of a Metallica concert.

“Just.. act professional but keep it totally casual, ‘kay?” I spoke to him, he had an stupid nervous expression on his face as he nods that made me cringe to myself, he was also a new photographer, a little younger than me even. He’s kind of a wimp, always making me do all the fucking talking. But eh it’s his first time meeting one of the biggest metal bands.

I walk ahead of him, practically leading his slow and unsure steps even though I barely know this place, I just continue to walk down the hallway. Cause as they say, keep moving forward.. right?

And as I thought in my theory, we came across a door with the band’s name on it, apparently all in the same dressing room this time. “Is that it?” Stan asked behind me in a shocked whisper.

I roll my eyes a little and chuckle nervously at his dorky reaction, trying to act like this shit is normal to me. Meanwhile, my mind cannot stop thinking about James and the pictures he asked me for that I had brought in my bag. “Professional, right?” I say, almost to myself more than to him.

“Okay, let’s do this…” I mutter with a sigh as I slowly place my hand on the handle, pulling it down with a tongue click as I slowly push the door open.

Just as I did, oh guess just who showed up in front of the door?

James stood there, a stupid smirk was on his face— yeah, that typical James Hetfield smirk, his sweat visible through his black top, yet another beer in his hand. His eyebrows raised and his smirk faltered a little when he saw me, quite obviously surprised to see me here.

Our eyes meet, not a single one of us able to utter out a word as we’re still phased by this sudden reunition. He blinked a couple times before taking the sight of me in, “..You.”

My own eyes widened a little, before I clear my throat and speak as well. “Hi. We’re uh.. here to take pictures for the papers..?” My fingers fiddle with the strap of my rucksack. I can only hope he doesn’t have any super hearing ability. Cause then he’d be able to hear the sweat trickling down the back of my neck, the small breaths I let out nervously, or how embarrassingly fast my heart beats.

Then, his smirk returns and he move aside. “Right. Step right in, sweets.” He say, calling me with that damn nickname again that I haven’t been able to shoo out of my head ever since our last encounter, the way he called me ‘Sweets’ or ‘Sweetheart’ scratching a part of my brain that I surely cannot reach.

Stan and I then enter the room, finding the other three scattered around, some groupies sitting on the couch with them. Drummer Lars Ulrich looked up and grinned when he saw me, “The pretty one’s back, huh?” He asked James, who was walking behind me.

“She’s here to collect hot pictures of us again for her lonely nights, aren’t ya?” James chuckle, walking by me with a secret pat to my ass, something the others couldn’t see.

Jason Newsted turned his eyes towards Stan, raising an eyebrow. “And who’s this dude?” He snickered with Lars, meanwhile Kirk Hammett only chuckled a little.

I turn to Stan, sighing when I found him frozen in his spot, eyes wide and hands trembling a little. I clear my throat and gently place a hand on Stan’s back, “This is Stan, he’s my um.. partner.” I introduced him slowly.

I feel a lump in my throat when I feel a pair of eyes staring at me beside me. There’s only one member that isn’t sitting on that couch, and by this time I’m pretty sure I can recognize his gaze, having thoughts about it once too many times before.

Taking deep breaths, I turn to Stan, smiling a little. “Remember, professional. One hundred percent professional.” I say to him, even though I really should be concerning about myself when I say that.

Stan and I then start to take pictures of the guys, Stan focusing on Lars and Kirk while I focus on James and Jason, feeling James’ eyes on me the entire time I take the pictures for Jason first, almost too obvious to avoid. I can hear him sigh every now and then, especially when I kept laughing and telling Jason to put his chin down since he wont stop putting it up.

After awhile, I move on to James, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

While I take the pictures of him, he took a big sip of his beer, making my photography look completely candid. I try to act casual about the way he gaze at me, trying to do my job professionally. He was quiet and easy to deal with, judging from how Stan is struggling with the drummer and guitarist over there.

That’s when he spoke up, “So.. took you damn long enough.” He said.

I look up with a raised eyebrow, “Sorry?”

He chuckle and run a hand through his gorgeous hair, he looked at the others first before continuing, finding them occupied with Stan and the groupies. “It’s been weeks. Have you forgotten about what I told you to do?” He ask, his voice a little lower now.

Clearing my throat, I look away a little. I thought about my answer, looking up to make sure the others are still too busy to notice the proximity between James and I. I shake my head and reach my hand into my bag, “I.. No, I’ve got the—”

“Not here, sweetheart.”

I look up at him with confusion and surprise as my hand pauses, “What do you mean?” I ask slowly, feeling quite unsure of what he mean by that. It’s not like the others will notice it, right?

He look at me with that stupid fucking smirk again that he surely gave to all of the thousand girls he had underneath him before me, “Come with me.” He whisper with a spark of excitement in his voice, “My hotel’s right around the corner.”

My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat, I glance at the others once again. “But they—” James’ hand took my jaw gently and turned my head back towards him.

“They wont give a fuck.” He smirk and took advantage of my statue-like state, taking my hand and grabbing his jacket.

He slowly slip through the room’s door and took me with him, making our way towards the exit. “James!” I whisper-yelled, finding this risky and too obvious. I wouldn’t want Stan to tell anyone that James Hetfield took me back to his hotel room.

“Don’t worry, just a little adventure.” He winked to me.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what’s going on, why he needed to take me out of here, what his plan was. But the fact that it’s just us.. going to his hotel room.. already made me feel like I’m gonna pass out.

He took us into a cab. My hand in his the entire time is something that made me feel so warm and excited, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

I look up at him, only to find him completely chilled and looking out the window like this is a regular thing for him to do. Perhaps it is. He probably fucked a girl before the show anyways.

The ride seems to take so long despite him saying the hotel was just around the corner, his hold on my hand seems to tighten while not even gazing my way, my heart seems to explode in any minutes now with how nervous he make me even just by sitting close to him and holding his hand.

When we stop in front of the hotel, he wasted no time with paying the driver and opening the door. Rushing us out and into the big hotel, careful for any lurking fans or paparazzi around us.

It went so fast.

Everything went so fast.

Too fast, perhaps?

Cause even after zoning out just a bit, the next thing I know I was pushed into his hotel room and pinned against the closed door behind me, one of his hand beside my head while the other on my waist.

The position we’re in reminds me too much of when we first met, the same way he pinned me against the door of his dressing room, the way his bigger figure towers over me, his eyes so mesmerizing you won’t even think of looking away.

He was silent, somehow. His face slightly leaning down, close to my neck. I can smell the faint scent of beer from his breath and the cologne he wore mixed with some of his after-show sweat.

My breath hitched when he squeezed my hip and press a kiss on my neck, his beard giving a slight tickle to my skin. I feel the warmth of his tongue gently glide on my skin, dampening a spot on my neck.

Trembling a little, my hands reach up and hold his shoulder, squirming a little as he starts to violate my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin now.

My soft sighs fills his ear as he focus on marking my neck, licking each freshly marked spot to make them hurt less.

He groaned into my hair, pulling me close and grinding the rock hard bulge on his pants against me, “What took you so long to visit me again, baby? I thought we made a deal..” He grumbled, both his hands on my hips now as he continue his attempts to grind on my body.

I whimper and run a hand through his hair, gripping the strands lightly. “I.. I was busy..” I spoke in a small voice, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Right..” He chuckled, as if he doesn’t believe me.

Suddenly, he hold me still by my waist and lift me up, carrying me all the way to the tidied up hotel bed. “Strip. You’re a big girl, do it yourself.” He commanded, the sternness in his voice surprising me a little. “And give me that.” He grabbed my bag and yanked it away from me.

Knowing better than to disobey him, I sit up on the edge of the bed and slowly begin to discard every piece of fabric that covers my skin away from him. I didn’t know what he was doing with my bag, but I didn’t really care. I feel some sort of trust towards him, strangely enough.

By the time I take off my last piece of clothing, which is my panties, I feel the mattress behind me sinking down as James’ weight joins mine on the bed, his body completely bare as well.

I turn around and find him sitting with his legs spread out, his hard cock standing proudly with precum dripping out of his red swollen tip. He was leaning on the pillows, smirking at me as he hold one of the pictures I printed from our last session in his hand.

Raising an eyebrow with a small blush on both my cheeks, I slowly crawl up the bed and beside him. I watch as he took his cock in one of his big hands, pumping it up and down as he look through the printed pictures.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He grunted out as he work on himself.

I sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. My eyes are completely hallucinated by the sight of his hand gripping and jerking off his cock. He must’ve noticed my eyes, cause then he chuckled and smirk at me. “Like what you’re seeing?”

I watch as he continue to masturbate to the filthy pictures in his hands, I can feel my bare pussy aching at the thought of having him inside me again, pressing my thighs together as I slowly nod, looking almost shameful for it.

He beckoned for me to come closer with his fingers, “Come here, sweet girl.”

Slowly, I start crawling closer, my eyes still intrigued by his cock. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen it in person, nights I’ve spent yearning for it to fill me up, looking at it through the picture of me sucking it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel it in person.

With me taking too long to come closer, he took his hand off his cock and grabbed me by my hips, positioning me with such ease to sit on his mouth, facing the rest of his body. He was manhandling me like I knew he would tonight. How I love feeling those big hands on me.

I gasp when I was introduced to the warmth and wetness of his tongue again, this time licking up and sucking on my aching cunt. I moan with pleasure, “James!” My hand clasped onto my mouth as the absolute lust controlled over me. “F-fuck..!”

His hand grabbed my arm tightly and pulled my hand off my mouth. To my surprise, he led it down towards his twitching cock, leading me to wrap my palm around it and move my hand up and down his shaft. “Keep going..” He murmured.

I can feel his voice and groan vibrate against my pussy as I willingly move my hand up and down him, all while whimpering and squirming on top of his mouth, his tongue won’t stop devouring me, his lips practically making out with my clit.

Heavy breaths are all I can make out with small vulnerable “James..” ’s. We just started yet I already feel like crumbling into pieces right on his magician of a tongue.

Forcing myself to lean forward over his body, I stretch myself enough for my mouth to be able to reach the tip of his cock, sliding it past my lips and into my mouth, causing another groan to vibrate up me from his mouth.

Time seems to stop.

Innocence turns into impurity.

Hesitance turns into addiction.

Admiration turns into obsession.

All that I can ever think of at this moment is how his tongue slides up and down my soaking cunt and diving past the folds, making me lose my mind while I try to continue bobbing my head up and down his girth, almost choking.

But I couldn’t care less if I choke. It felt good. He felt right in my mouth. And suddenly it was my mission to please him as much as he pleased me. To make him addicted to my touches like I am to his.

And it seemed to work.

Cause then he grabbed my hips and pull on my ass even more, pressing me down onto his face as his tongue discover me even deeper. His hands starts travelling up to my chest and grope my breasts and every single flesh he can squeeze, his own hips thrusting up into my mouth.

I pull back from his cock to let out the loudest moan I’ve ever let out in my entire life, coming down from my high right on his cock, feeling him drink all my juices up as if he’s been in Sahara the whole time. “Ah..! Shit..!” I gasp, grinding back and forth on his face before lifting my hips up to let him breathe.

That’s when white streaks of his own cum starts to shoot up to my face, I hear him groan even more as his cock twitches and slowly soften again.

I get off him and take deep breaths as I lightly touch my face, scooping up some of his cum with my finger. I desperately suck on that finger, needing to taste him.

James sat up and gently hold my chin as I suck on the cum on my finger, my eyes look up at him. He groans at the sight and push my finger aside so he can kiss me passionately, holding my face in his hand.

Pulling away, he rest his forehead on mine. “You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He confessed, grinning. “Didn’t even fuck a single girl these weeks, waiting for you.”

I hum and sigh, trying to catch my breath as he wipe the rest of his cum off my face using a piece of clothing laying around. “Is.. Is that so?” I ask in pure disbelief. I didn’t even expect him to remember me. Let alone thinking about me and waiting for me all these weeks.

“Yes, you.. you intrigue me, sweetheart.” I close my eyes when the back of his hand caress my cheek, “So I’m just saying..” He grin widely before covering my eyes with his hands, making me smile and giggle. “Picture us.. going around this shitty town tomorrow.. just the two of us. I’ll take you wherever you want.” He press a light kiss on my lips.

With his hands still covering my eyes, I grin and hum, pretending to think about it. “..alright.”

My vision then return when he pull his hand back, smiling widely like a teenager that just asked out his crush. “Alright?” He repeated, to which I chuckle and nod at. “Alright!” He whisper-yelled to himself in celebration.

I laugh softly, who knew James Hetfield was such a dork? But god, just thinking of where this might lead fills my heart with a new emotion. It feels warm, almost comforting, seeing him smile genuinely and not one of those cheesy Hetfield smirks.

When I tried to stand up, he suddenly pull me back down and wrap his arms around me. “I didn’t remember saying we’re done for the night..” He whisper in my ear.

God, this man..

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Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit- Smut, violence, drinking/drug use. MDNI!! Summary: It's almost twenty years after some weird outbreak almost happened but the CDC took care of that...Now you're living in Austin, Texas as an adult.What happens when you meet Joel Miller who hasn't been hardened and ruined by twenty years of murder and loss?

Warnings/Tags: DaddyDom!Joel/ you. no use of y/n. No physical description of the reader besides one tattoo. Reader has a background story. Drinking/drug use. Slow burn. Smut. Angst. Cheating. Graphic depictions of violence. Eventual loss of virginity. Use of nicknames/pet names (lil girl, baby girl.) DD/lg dynamics. BDSM play.

Unbeta'ed. WIP. Cross-posting from my Ao3. Updates every Wednesday. whenever.

Joel is staring at you as he sits in the driveway of your sister’s house. You’re trying to not look at him but neither one of you has said anything since he pulled in a minute ago. The sun is about to come up, the sky is just starting to get dark blue instead of pitch black. He has to work in a couple of hours but you do not.

“You gonna let me see you again t’night?” Joel whispers after another minute of silence. His voice sends a chill through you in the best way. You want to invite him in so, so badly. So badly. You know he’ll probably say no though, because he has to work. If he says no for whatever reason you’ll overthink it and never talk to him again. So, you just don’t ask. His arm slides across the console between you and his pinky brushes up against yours gently. “I’d like to, if I didn’t scare you away.” He tries to make a joke but he sounds nervous.

“Scare me?” You chuckle, finally looking over at him. His dark, intense brown eyes are smoldering and they’re burning holes into you as he stares. You swear you start to sweat.

“Moved faster n’ I normally do.” Joel gives you a meek smirk and rubs the outside of his pinky against yours. “Don’t normally kiss on the first date.” He whispers softly. “Definitely never did that before.”

“Really?” You are shocked because— yes the fuck he has. He’s twenty years older than you and has so much more experience. “Liar.” You hiss at him playfully. He shakes his head no with that same sheepish smirk on his face.

“Nuh-uh.” The tip if Joel’s tongue slides between his lips slowly and you’re enchanted by this. You could watch him do that all day. He does it one more time, like he heard you say that in your head. Your eyes flick up to his and he’s watching you…had seen where you had been staring and now he smiles. “Loved it…” He trails off as his eyes drop to your mouth.

“You really wanna see me tonight?” You ask quietly as he continues to watch your lips move as you talk. He nods silently and you can see him swallow hard. You wanna ask him inside so badly. You just wanna curl up in his literal armpit and sleep forever. You’d probably fit so nicely. His arms look so strong. Fuck.

“I do.” He finally speaks when you stay quiet for so long. The sky just gets lighter and lighter as he sits in the driveway, looking at you. He’s waiting for you to either get out or invite him in, but he hasn’t said anything. You’re stalling because you don’t want him to go.

“Alright.” You are trying so hard to work up the fucking nerve to ask him to come inside when he leans over the console and kisses the side of your head right into your hair. He inhales softly before he pulls away.

“I’d sit here all mornin’ with you… all day, honestly– but I gotta work in–” He checks his watch and groans loudly and lets his head fall back in frustration. “Four hours.”

“Do you live far?” You ask curiously.

“Half hour.” Joel shrugs. You have an idea. A risky one.

“You’re working five minutes away?” You raise an eyebrow and he turns his head to look at you with a knowing glance. He nods silently, knowing what you’re about to ask. “Do you… wanna just sleep here? It’s so close n’ I feel bad you stayed out with—”

“Don’t be sorry fer’ that. I’m not.” Joel shakes his head no and then stops, narrows his eyes and drops his chin to his chest. “I really gotta sleep though.” He growls at you.

“I wasn’t going to try anything. I’m a very respectable lady.” You tease. You had just had your hands down your pants for him six hours ago. You’re shocked you spent six hours with him. Where did the fucking time go?

“Alright. You gotta shower I could use quick?”

“This house actually has no showers.” You give him a deadpan response and he blinks at you.

“Ass.” He pokes at your side as he opens his door. You reach for your door but he sucks his teeth at you twice to make you stop. You furrow your brows at him as he walks around the back of his truck, drops the tailgate and grabs something and then walks around to your door. He opens it and holds his hand out to you.

“Oh you really are an old man.” You smirk and let him help you down.

“A dirty one.” He growls in your ear as you lead him to the front door. “I need a shower real bad.” He kisses just below your ear as you unlock the door and let him inside. “Damn, nice fuckin’ place.” Joel looks around just the entry way.

“Yeah my sisters husband is fuckin’ loaded. Owns his own IT company.” You explain, tossing your keys on the table. Joel kicks his boots off and follows you further inside. “Do you want something to drink?” You open the fridge and grab a bottle of water and offer it to him over your shoulder. He’s standing directly behind you, his body pressed tightly to yours as he takes the bottle from your hand. You get yourself one and lead him down to your mini apartment in the basement.

“This all you?” He asks as you get down the stairs. It’s nothing special. You have a living room, a kitchenette, your own bathroom and a bed. It's a basement. "S'nice down here."

“Yeah. It's alright. Nothing to brag about.” You toss your bottle of water onto the couch and point to the door that’s beside the stairs to go back upstairs. “That’s the bathroom. There might be like… a bar of soap under the sink I’ve never used. Everything else is pretty girly smelling.” You have not one single thing that belongs to a man down here. That bar of soap is Cody’s from when this was his personal gym. Sam made him move that stuff all to the garage so you could live down here.

“I have stuff.” Joel holds the bag he had grabbed from the trunk. You smirk and cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, is that for emergencies like this?” You raise one eyebrow and try to not seem concerned as to why he has a bag with shower stuff and extra clothes in it.

“You wish.” He sneers at you playfully. “I keep a bag packed in case I decide to go see Sarah after work or whatever. I’ll just shower n’ change when I get to her instead of goin’ home first. Easier. Usually get home n’ don’t wanna do nothin’ else.” He sighs and starts to the bathroom. “You still gonna be awake when I get out?” He has his hand on the doorknob but is looking over his shoulder at you. You nod.

As soon as he is in the bathroom you’re changing out of your ugly sweatpants and t-shirt and put on the cutest pair of matching pj’s you have– nothing special. Just a black and white polka dot short and button up sleeping set!! You got it from Target and loved it and you wear it all day sometimes because it is so soft. It’s also very cute and a little cheeky and if you undo one of the buttons on the top it’s just a little sexier than it’s made to be. So you do all of that and crawl into your bed. You roll you two a joint and listen as he turns the shower on.

He doesn’t take a long shower and you’re already smoking when he comes out. His hair is wet and he has on his just boxers. Jeeeeesus fucking Christ. Okay. Calm. Cool. Collected. No sex. Not tonight. He had sex with that fucking lady two days ago!! He admitted it to you!! UGH. Why did you even offer to let him stay… Because he looks like that!!! He is soft. He has a soft, pudgy tummy but it’s not flab. Nothing on him his flab even though he’s all soft. All of him…except his arms maybe. But all of him looks like he’s got a soft layer over rock hard muscle. You stare…how can you not!? He’s perfect!!

“Did you go get that from my truck?” Joel asks in all seriousness, nodding to the joint in between your fingers. You stare at him, blinking.

“No?” Is he accusing you? Like you stole it from him?

“Should’a.” He dries his hair with the towel as he drops his overnight bag on the floor next to the wall. He hangs his towel up on the doorknob of the bathroom and crawls into bed beside you. Your heart is pounding because it has been literal years since a man has slept in bed beside you. You didn’t even sleep then because you were too nervous.

“You smoked me up all night. S’my turn now.” You smile and turn to face him. He lays on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“I'll smoke you up all the time if ya let me.” Joel reluctantly takes the joint you rolled for the two of you and hits it twice. “S’good shit.” He strains out as he holds the smoke inside of him. He coughs twice as he lets it out.

“I know.” You smile and lay back into your comfy pillows. Joel’s hand rests on top of your thigh as he watches you smoke.

“Thanks fer’ lettin’ me stay. I’d just be gettin’ home now…trynna do all this. Wouldn’t have gotten in bed for another hour, probably.” He runs his fingers along the hemline of your shorts, but gently. Nothing other than just a comforting touch.

“Thanks for stayin’.” You hand him the joint but his fingers dig into your skin gently, like he doesn’t want to stop touching you. You hold the joint to his lips so he can hit it. You have butterflies. Serious ones. Those big fuckers you see on national geographic sometimes. Lookin’ like fuckin’ birds. You got several of those giant butterflies inside of you right now as he stares down at you. His body feels so big and solid next to yours.

“You don’t regret doin’ that all with me, do ya?” He asks after a minute of just watching you smoke.

“No…should I?” You smirk up at him nervously. He shrugs.

“Dunno. I don’t regret it. I jus’ don’t want you thinkin’ that’s the only reason I wanted to see you.” He whispers quietly.

“I wanted to do it. I don’t regret it.” You whisper back up to him. Joel takes the joint from your hand and taps it out in the ashtray on little table beside your bed.

“Wanna kiss until we fall asleep?” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him tightly. You nod and run your fingers through his wet hair slowly. You make him hum happily as he leans down to press his mouth to yours— both of your already have your lips parted, needing to feel the wet, inviting warmth of the others tongue.

Joel runs his hands up and down your back slowly as he deepens the kiss. You have to hold back a soft moan, have to because if you moan into this mans mouth and he moans back you’re going to touch between his legs and you can’t do that yet! No. He has to work soon. Joel is the one to pull away from the kiss.

“M’dumb.” He sighs softly.

“Why?” You’re suddenly nervous…what’s he going to admit to you now!

“Dunno why I thought that would make me wanna fall asleep.” He chuckles to himself. “Just turned me on.” Joel rolls onto his back. “C’mere.” He reaches for your wrist and pulls you onto your side. You press yourself against him and drape your arm over his stomach. You put one leg on top of his and feel how turned on he got. He inhales sharply when your knee grazes his erection.

“I’m sorry, did I hit it?” You try to pull away from him but he holds your wrist tight and wraps his other arm around you and presses you back into his side.

“Didn’t hurt it.” Joel snorts softly. “Go to sleep, pretty lil girl.” Joel growls deeply. You dunno how the fuck you’re going to do that! You’ve never wanted someone in your bed before so badly and he just wants to sleep! What!?

The first guy you meet who doesn’t only care about sex is the only guy you wanna have sex with? Great. Awesome.

Joel is snoring within five minutes. It is… not a soft snoring. He snores pretty loud actually. It’s not bad though. You have a loud fan that you turn on via a remote on the table by your bed and snuggle back down beside him. He squeezes you gently and goes back to snoring. He smells so good. Like a mans soap and you don’t get to smell that much. It’s always so strong and kinda spicy smelling. Lingering. You’re excited because your bed is gonna smell like him when he leaves. But he won’t be here anymore and that makes you sad.

The next thing you know an unknown alarm is going off for two seconds before the warm body behind you is shifting and turning it off. He doesn’t move again though. He goes back to snoring.

“Work?” You touch his back gently. He groans quietly and pushes his back against your chest softly.

“Good thing ‘bout bein’ the boss.” He grumbles sleepily. “I’ll go when I wanna.” He sighs softly as you snake your arm around his waist and press your body into him tightly. He’s snoring again before you can get back to sleep. It doesn’t take you long to drift back off with his body almost vibrating from how deep and rumbling his sleep noises are.

The next time you wake up, you are in a completely different position. You’re sleeping on your back with both of your arms above your head and Joel has his head on your chest as his arm over your stomach. You smirk, slide one hand his hair– he gives you a happy hum in his sleep before you're back in dream land.

“Hey.” Joel is trying to wake you up but you’re so comfortable. So, so comfortable. He’s so warm. “Hey, wake up.” He keeps trying but if you wake up he’s gonna leave and you don’t want him to.

“Nooo.” You whine sleepily. It makes him chuckle and now you’re lips are being smooched and he smells like he just brushed his teeth. You open your eyes and he’s still shirtless in bed next to you which makes you sigh with relief.

“You’re not hungry?” He smirks. You furrow your brow.

“What time is it?” You look around and it’s the basement so…you dunno what time it is really because it’s always the same, artificial light that it always is. The lights are on though and they were off when you woke up last time…so he’s been awake.

“Almost four.” Joel laughs and runs his hand across your stomach gently over your shirt.

“Shut up. You missed work?” You’re shocked and now fully awake. He nods and smirks at you.

“S’no big deal.” He shrugs and leans in to kiss you again but now you’re hyper aware that you probably have horrible morning breath. You pull away from him and cover your mouth with one of your hands. He laughs softly and pries your hand away from your lips. “Don’t care. You been breathin’ on me with yer’ stinky breath all night.” He grins and kisses you again. You try not to smirk but you can’t. He’s too cute.

“I can order us something?” You suggest, reaching for your phone. “I don’t really wanna leave–”

“Yer’ not orderin’ us shit. Did you not hear anything I said last night?” Joel is glaring at you when you turn back to him. “I’ll get it. Put yer’ shit away. Made me smoke yer’ fuckin’ weed last night. I didn’t even wanna take that from you!” He exclaims, rolling onto his back. He opens his phone and just…gives it to you. “I got some stupid app in there that brings food to you.” He rolls his eyes and rubs his hands across his face. “I’ll be right back.”

Then he jumps up out of bed and goes into the bathroom.

If you know anything about men and how long they take in the bathroom to do anything… you have so much time. So much time with this unlocked and unsupervised phone. You look all around the room with your eyes because this has to be a trap. He’s watching you somehow.

You do not look for his stupid app. No. You go right to the messages. Tommy is the last person he texted.

Not comin’ in today. Stomach. Be in tomorrow.

Okay. That’s normal. He wouldn’t just tell this guy Tommy that he’s not coming in today because he stayed up all night with a girl who was young enough to be his daughter. No. He wouldn’t say that. Nope. The next text thread is yours. The one underneath that is Sarah. You open it and read through it and it’s very clearly his daughter. She just sent him a picture of her and her boyfriend or fiance or something. You don’t remember. She is so pretty though, holy shit. You get out of that thread and keep looking until you find exactly what you’re looking for.

Ava. A girls name. The only other girls name besides yours and his daughter. This is the lady. You are trembling when you press her text chain and see the things they have been saying to one another.

You almost throw the phone across the room because it’s just picture after picture of her in very compromising positions… all different kinds— how is she taking these pictures?? Who is taking them for her? How does she get those angles? You are honestly kind of impressed at her agility but then you get sick because he’s loved every single one. Even the one she sent him yesterday…. After your shift ended. Fuck. Okay. You can’t be jealous. He told you all about her and–

The phone dings in your hand. You’re expecting a message notification to drop down from the top and let you know someone is messaging him… but a new fucking picture of this blonde hair, green eyed bitch pops up. She is in bed and not wearing anything. She’s cupping her own breast with one hand and biting her bottom lip. You’ve officially just fucked yourself. Completely. He’s gonna know you were in his messages. You just fucking read a brand new one he’s never seen!! UGH. You back out of all those texts and then stop. You go back to Ava’s chain, delete the new picture she sent him, delete that out of the recently deleted area and then try and find that stupid delivery food app. Fuck.

You should have never, ever gone through it. You could die of embarrassment and now jealousy. You find the stupid food app and go through it even though you have no appetite anymore and want to crawl back under the covers and cry. You’re so dumb. So, so dumb. Joel comes out of the bathroom and crawls back into your bed. He must of have not heard his phone go off or he doesn’t care, he doesn’t ask for his phone back. Just smiles at you. You wanna throw up on him. Oh my god.

“Find anything?” He asks happily, rubbing his hand along your thigh. You shake your head no with not one sound. He takes the phone from you and starts to scroll through the restaurant choices. He makes a suggestion and you nod your head, this time you add a hum so you don’t sound like you’re mute all of a sudden.

You need to smoke. Honestly… a drink doesn’t sound too bad. You just woke up. It’s four thirty… so… you could have a drink. You wonder if he drinks. You wonder if he actually likes those pictures that lady Ava sends him. She’s not unattractive…not at all. There was just something about all those pictures. It was like she sent him one every day. There had been messages between them but your eyes purposely danced right over them because you saw him say–

Gonna fuck that—

And then you stopped reading because you would have thrown up.

“What is wrong with you?” Joel is waving his hand in front of your face and you jerk softly and look down at him lying in your bed. “Been talkin’ to you…yer’ not answering…you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just kinda tired still.” You lie. You’re fully awake. Never sleeping again, maybe. Ugh. This is why you avoid the boy drama. It’s just so easy to be in the basement or at a park or out with your friends– when you had some back in Jersey, you have no one here– and to not have to worry about a man. A man who wants to cheat on you and lie to you. Who is doing nothing but using you. Joel doesn’t really seem like that kinda guy but neither did a lot of the guys you talked to and they ended up being like that.

“Alright…” Joel doesn’t believe you as he continues to scroll through his food app. You’re watching him, admiring and hating how handsome he his when his phone dings again. It’s the slight turn away from you with his wrist so you can’t see the screen that does it for you.

“I completely forgot that I actually have a thing I should be at right now.” You climb off the bed and leave him laying there, still in only his boxers. He frowns at you and sets his phone down – screen against his skin– on his chest.

“S’wrong? You were fine when I went into the bathroom.” Joel shrugs. “You went snoopin’? Found somethin’ you didn’t like?” He’s smirking. “Knew you would. Wasn’t hidin’ anything from you. I knew what was in there.” Joel shrugs his shoulders again.

“You’re an ass. You set me up?” You scowl at him and stand at the end of the bed. He shakes his head.

“Nope. I just gave you my phone to order us somethin’ to eat. Maybe a coffee or somethin’.” Joel smiles, very satisfied with himself.

“Do you think you’re so clever? Like, so smart or something?” You’re so unimpressed with him and also so embarrassed.

“I am. You disagree?” He is still smirking but now he holds his arms out to you, he wants you to come back to bed. Be close to him again. You shake your head and give him the middle finger. This makes him chuckle and now, he takes his phone off his chest and sets it down on the bed and sits up. “You gon’ make me chase you?” He growls softly, putting his feet on the floor.

“Don’t chase– what are you? A child? You’re an old man.” You leer at him as he slowly pushes himself off the bed and to his feet.

“Might be old…but I’m still quick.” He shrugs his shoulders and stays still where he stood from the mattress. There’s maybe five or six feet between the two of you and you’re closer to the stairs than he is.

“Oh I know allll about how quick you can be.” You jeer playfully but, you still snap it at him like you’re upset because you are kind of. You don’t like that he probably got another picture from her when he didn’t react to it. Ugh it makes your heart hurt.

“See… I wasn’t gon’ chase you before… but now you went n’ made it personal.” Joel holds his hands up like he’s got no other answers for you.

“Just an observation I made last night.” You shrug your shoulders and take an inched step towards the stairs. Joel inches towards you slowly.

“Oh? Like you weren’t jus’ as fast as I was? Like the damn roadrunner or somethin’.” Joel scoffs at you and holds his hand out to you in presentation.

“Now you’re really showing how old you are.” You take another small step towards the stairs.

“I thought you liked how old n’ dirty I was…” Joel trails off with a small smirk on the corners of his lips. His eyes ablaze with something… lust or mischievousness. Something, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Maybe I lied.” You shrug one shoulder and bat your eyelashes at him even though you’re still mad and also kind of disgusted.

“Do you need a spankin’?” He asks seriously. “Should give you one for bein’ disrespectful n’ flipping me that bird.” He growls softly. You try and bite back a smirk. You’ve never been spanked before.

“I’d like to see you tr–”

Joel is moving. With speed towards you before you can even finish your sentence. You squeal and take the steps up to the first ground floor two at a time. Joel is right behind you and you think you can feel his fingertips graze your ankle as you round the corner to the kitchen. Joel, who is big and heavy and cannot stop and turn as gracefully, skids into the open door with a crash and follows you through the kitchen. He’s almost right behind you again– he is fucking fast– but you dip into the hallway that takes you upstairs to the upper floor. There isn’t much up there. An office and a guest room. Then just Cody and Samantha’s room and Carson’s nursery. A big bathroom. That’s it. You don’t really have anywhere to go, so you dip into the guest bedroom and run around the bed. Joel stops between you and the door. You are both panting for air, staring at each other.

“Yer’ gettin’ spanked.” His chest is rapidly rising and falling as he points his finger at you.

“Over my dead body.” You scoff at him, but the idea of it is making you wet.

“Like I can’t see you rubbin’ yer’ thighs together like a cricket.” Joel smirks and nods towards your center. You blush because… no reason. You were not doing that…noticeably. He was making an educated guess. “Ya were bad…now you gotta deal with the consequences.” Joel shrugs his shoulders and sighs like this is the only choice he has.

“I saw those pictures.” You snap at him, changing the subject and trying to remind yourself that you are indeed mad at him. He shrugs again.

“Sent me on yesterday before I came to see you…”

“And you heart reacted to it.” You point at him critically. He chuckles a little and shrugs again.

“We hadn’t hung out yet. She was my lil booty call. Whaddya want from me?” He gives you that bashful smirk and the softest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“She sent you one this morning…” You admit through a huff. “While I was looking and I deleted it.” You avoid his eyes but this makes his makes him really laugh.

“She musta been mad that I ignored her, ‘cause she sent it again right before you got out–” He’s still laughing but it’s not funny to you.

“I know. That’s why I got out of bed.” You snap at him. He furrows his brow.

“How did you know?” He wants to know because you hadn’t even really been sitting to see the screen. It was just the slight flick of his wrist to twist his phone just slightly away from you that made you know… it was probably a muscle memory for him when her name pops up since that’s all she fucking sent him– nudie pictures and sexts!

“Don’t worry about how I know things. I just know things. So you shut up.” You keep pointing at him, but his brow softens and he is smirking again. “Stop smiling. You’re stupid. And old.” You roll your eyes at him. “Is that all she fuckin’ sends you?? Is that what you like? I’m not doing that shit.” You shake your head no at him…but you might. You have one single thing of lingerie. It’s baby blue and lacy as hell. Comes with sexy thigh high stockings and a lil belt with straps to keep the stockings up. Everything is completely see through.

You have no idea why you bought it or even brought it down here. You should have thrown it away because you put it on once to see how it looked— very fucking nice– but then never again because you never go that far with anyone. You’d put it on for him…send him a picture of you in that.

“I don’t care. She’s always done it. Turns her on ‘r something. I dunno. Don’t really care.” He shrugs.

“But you heart react to them all.” You stare at him… “And then you sext with her…”

“Lil Bird, you’re over thinkin’ it. Her and I fucked…that’s it.” He is very blatant with his statement and it makes your stomach churn. “She’s nice… my age… but I ain’t into her like that–”

“What’s that mean?” You don’t let him finish before you’re asking questions.

“What? Into her?” He raises one eyebrow. You nod silently, still pointing at him like he’s done something wrong. “I dunno. She’s just not really… my type? I dunno. She’s nice but I don’t wanna hang out with her. Don’t wanna stay up all night lookin’ at her.” Joel smiles at you sweetly. “Usually do her doggy–”

“Oh my god.” You drop the finger you're pointing at him, but only to cover your ears like a literal child. But if you hear him say anything else you’re going to throw up all over this nice, white comforter.

“Oh cut it out. We’re both adults. Me n’ you. I told you last night I wouldn’t see her anymore.” He sounds a tiny bit frustrated. “I don’t want to see her anymore. I’d rather see you.” He shrugs again and that lil bit of frustration has left his voice. “Yer’ cute n’ funny. Bold– I like that. A lot.” He nods and raises his eyebrows. “Not many women approach me ‘cause I’m intimidating– I dunno. I usually have to make the first move.” Joel admits.

“You’re fuckin’ lying.” You laugh at him. He’s not laughing and just shrugs his shoulders.

“Nah. I don’t mind it. Less drama fer’ me if they just stay away. I can be an asshole sometimes.” Joel drops his eyes to the floor and now looks embarrassed.

“An asshole? I find that hard to believe. ” You roll your eyes and let him know you don’t mean it. He looks like he could be an asshole if he wanted to. You are a little regretful right now. This is why you avoid this kinda stuff. Just makes for hurt feelings and crying in bed at night. So dumb.

“Got a lil anger issue. Nothin’ violent. I just say mean shit sometimes. S’not nice but I know who I am.” He shrugs his shoulders again. You wrinkle your nose at him.

“Is that the man version of I know I’m a bitch but, it’s just who I am. Take it or leave it? Because that’s stupid as fuck,” You roll your eyes again and cross your arms over your chest. He scoffs slightly.

“Hey, at least I’m honest n’ upfront about it. Givin’ you fair warning.” He is back to being a tiny bit frustrated.

“Oh… like that just makes it okay? Like a lil disclaimer? Hey I’m a piece of shit sometimes. Cool? Cool. That’s not how it works— at least not for me,” You snap at him.

“Okay.” Joel shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay.” You shrug your shoulders right back at him.

Joel stares at you for a long time before he speaks. He sounds annoyed when he does.

“Want me to leave now?” He grumbles.

“S’probably a good idea.” You nod your head even though you don’t really want him to go. You want him to stay and spank you and take your virginity but you are mad at him. He’s a grown man. He needs to get over himself and be better. Apparently Ava enjoys it. She can have him

“Alright.” Joel snaps and then turns on his heel. You don’t follow him because you’re gonna cry. You need several seconds to regain your composure– breathing for so long and so hard.

Finally when the tears stop threatening to spill you make your way downstairs to the ground floor. He’s coming up from the basement and you meet in the entryway. He’s fully dressed in new, clean clothes. He stops in directly in front of you and looks down. You tilt your head to look up at him, expecting him to be glaring or scowling at you but his eyes are soft.

“Sorry.” He whispers quietly. He sighs sadly before bending at the waist. He kisses you gently and you don’t pull away. You want to cry again. You don’t really want him to leave. Not at all.

“For what?” You whisper as he pulls away. He shrugs and takes a step around you and to the door, he starts to put his boots on and when they’re both on and he has his hand on the doorknob he turns to look at you over his shoulder.

“Dunno. Just felt like I should say it. Had fun last night. Hope everything works out for you.” He opens the door and then he is gone. The door is shut and you lock it. The tears burn your eyes before you can even get to the stairs to take you to your room. Your bed is still messy but there is a new addition.

It’s a ziplock bag of weed on your pillow that was not there before you got chased upstairs. It’s big, packed tight. This makes you cry harder. You grab your phone and there is a message from him from seven minutes ago…when you were upstairs trying not to cry.

For you. Dont need nothin for it. Just wanted to give it to you. Had fun whitchya

This makes you cry even harder because why? Why is he so nice and so thoughtful and hot and also an asshole? Do you really even care that much? Fuck. This is stupid and he is stupid and your bed is the only thing you do know. You know this bed but now it smells like him and it’s almost unbearable. It slowly becomes comforting intermingled with sadness because you know you won’t get to smell him again.

#joel miller x reader #no outbreak au #pedro pascal characters #daddy!joel miller #long reads #fanfic #smut #slow burn

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theonottsbxtch · 2 months ago

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hiiii!

i saw your 1.5K celebration and first of all, congratulations!! you deserve the hype, your writing is awesome!!

now, for my request i’d like a tartiflette with Logan Sargeant in university AU as like a frat boy but the kind of frat boy that sweet

🫶🏼🫶🏼

i thought i replied to this 💀

logan is your typical frat boy, but he has a soft spot.

he plays hockey hockey, d-man to be more specific and the girl who works for his team is the only one who he doesn’t feel he has to play up this whole frat thing with.

he loves being apart of his frat and he lives his brothers but sometimes they can be too much.

he’s your token quiet one that does enjoy a party every now and then, the one who always offers to clean up after a party because he’s usually the most sober one. often on DD duty, which is how he got to know her a bit better.

she’d come to a party following them winning the frozen four and had a few too many to drink, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her so he’d offered to take her home since he was sober but then she’d muttered “my roommate took someone home” so he tried to be a gentleman and take her to the spare room but there was a couple who well, were occupying that room

so he took her to his room, he left the door open and gave her clothes to change into and showed her how to use the bathroom and told her she could pass out in his bed but before he could slip out she came into his room and told him to sit with her and she just talked and talked and he just listened.

she asked if he knew how to plait hair and for some reason he did, so he did her as she talked her drunk ramblings and slipped out something he never thought he’d hear her say “everyone says kyle is the hottest but i think you’re cute, if i had to date someone on the team. it would be you but like that’s just oh i said that out loud”

and the words were out before she could stop them.

he looked at her with nothing but pure adoration and he said they could talk about it when she was sober. he let her fall asleep in his room and when the party was over he crashed on the sofa.

the following morning he bought her some advil and breakfast and they sat and talked and it wasn’t long before she realised why she caught feelings for the blonde haired kind frat boy.

when she was sober enough, she helped him clean up and watched as his cheeks turned pink everytime she caught him looking at how cute she looked in his team shirt and shorts.

oh soft frat boy logan how i love you

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scoops-aboy86 · 14 days ago

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wc: 647 | Rating: T | CW: mentions of infidelity, technically hurt no comfort because I haven’t written the part where they make up | Additional Tags: future fic, famous Eddie Munson, past Steddie

Okay, look. The tv was on in the background, and Ross and Rachel were breaking up, and this happened in my head. I’m posting it for Fuck It Friday because fuck it. The only thing getting me through life right now is cough drops.

part 2

Hell of a Time at the Wake

“Yeah, haven’t had a drink or touched any drugs in five years, as of last month.”

“Oh wow, so that’s from before Corroded Coffin made it big.” The interviewer chuckles. “Usually it’s the fame and rehab that come first.”

“I prefer to think of myself more as regionally notorious, but sure. Never did the rehab thing, though.”

“Well, what’s the story there?”

Behind their frontman, the rest of the band shares a look. “Oh, we don't need to—”

“Nah, Jeff, it’s okay man.” Eddie waves them off, then turns back to the interviewer. “Back before we hit the road to make a name for ourselves, I was seeing someone back home. I mean, the someone. The one. But we kept having this same… not really a fight, just this thing: I wanted to leave town, they didn’t. And then finally we had this huge blowout about it that started as something else and somehow turned into that again, which turned into both of us storming off. They went home, and I went out and got completely shitfaced, and in the morning I woke up with someone whose name I didn’t even know in bed with me.”

The interviewer winces.

“Yeah. And when you do something shitty like that, it’s going to come out sooner or later. Or pretty much immediately, in this case, which.” Eddie grimaces and shrugs. “Well, it gave us something else to fight about, that’s for sure. I knew I’d fucked up bad, but it took hours of back and forth before I realized that we were done done. Trust completely obliterated, no way to come back or move on from that, just… over.”

There’s a pause where he stares off into space for a moment, stuck on a memory. Then he shakes himself and refocuses.

“Anyway, at some point during my doomed attempt to salvage things, I swore I’d never have another drink ever again. Which, the being drunk of it all wasn’t really the problem, so saying that didn’t buy me anything, but… even after it ended, I didn’t. I’d been so fucked up that night, and it wasn’t the booze so much as the fear of it being over that made me a one man self-fulfilling prophecy—but I hurt someone I loved more than anything, and I never wanted let myself get that fucking stupid again, so. I haven’t. And honestly, I sleep better knowing that.”

“Wow.” The interviewer is staring at him, stunned. Probably doesn’t get a lot of this sort of thing, not just because of all the wild rockstars and other celebrities that come on the show with stories about trashed hotel rooms and wild parties, but because Eddie is being honest.

It’s not something he talks about… ever, really. Not even with the guys. But, after five years, it doesn’t hurt the same. It’s not even for St—

It’s not for his ex anymore, if it ever was.

“Why would it be weird?” Gareth is saying. “We have a built in DD, that’s always great. And Eddie doesn’t give us shit for anything, he’s just honest when we ask if anything was too out of hand. It’s a good reality check.”

“And like,” Doug adds, “he’ll still come out with us to clubs and shit to hang out. But if he says he doesn’t want to drive us to a bar it’s not some passive aggressive or superiority thing because we drink and he doesn’t; he’d really just rather fuck off and do something else.”

“Gee, thanks,” Eddie says dryly, but he’s smirking.

Doug flashes him finger guns, the fucking dork. “You’re welcome, asshole.”

And the interview moves on. These guys have been Eddie’s friends even longer than they’ve been his bandmates, and the four of them are solid. If the gossip vultures out there want something to pick at, they’ll have to find a different target.

part 2

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And then someone shows Steve the interview and he asks Robin for Eddie’s number, and they talk for the first time in years and end up falling back in love, but that’s the hard to write part so this is what you get. Xoxo

#eddie munson #steddie #past steddie #famous eddie munson #famous corroded coffin #scoops words #fuck it friday

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miintsprigz · 1 year ago

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Hi again!! Was wonderin if ya could do some hcs of Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engi, and Medic with a reader who loves to give and show them drawings they made, but gets pretty nervous when they watch them draw? If this isn't exactly yer cuppa tea or you just genuinely do not know how to write this, feel free to just ignore this request:]

Hope you have an excellent day/night/evening/afternoon/noon!!>:DD

Ah, I think I recognize you there! Good to hear from you again. I’ll give it a shot!

GN! Shy Artist Reader x Mercs

Characters: Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engineer, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: None

Scout ⚾️

• The two of you tend to draw while you hang out, just chatting in the meantime.

• He absolutely adored your work, and loved watching you make it.

• But when you pulled your sketchbook to your chest quick, he seemed confused.

• “Hey! You good?” “Yeah, I uh…I just feel weird when you’re watching me draw.” “Huh? You don’t gotta feel embarrassed, doll!”

• “…You know when you tried to pull off a jump while Spy and Demo were watching the other day…” At this reminder, Scout gave you a teasing scowl—not genuinely mad, just embarrassed remembering that.

• “Ah geez—yeah, if they hadn’t spooked me by starin’ at me like a buncha creeps—oh.” “You get it now?”

• He got…a little confused. “Am I makin’ it worse? Aw man, I’m sorry—” “No, no! I just—that awkwardness? Yeah.” “Ohhh, I think I gotcha…”

•Scout, uh, scooted over on the bed a little and eventually sat back down with his back against yours. “There. This’ll fix it!” Both of you erupted into laughter.

•In all seriousness though, he respected your wishes. He keeps everything you make for him in his room, aside from a small doodle or two that he carries on him to work at all times…awww.

Pyro 🔥

•You and Pyro lay sprawled on the floor, with a can of colored pencils and a box of crayons respectively.

•They’re actually quite good when it comes to color, pairing different hues together. It’s hard to tell exactly what they’re drawing, but sometimes you can faintly make it out.

•You suddenly felt eyes very intently locked onto you and jerked your head up.

• “Hm??”, came through the mask, muffled. “Uh…could you um…”

•They did that curious little head tilt, tenderly reaching for your hand. If you needed to tell them something, they wanted to make sure they heard it!

• “I feel nervous when you watch me draw. I know it’s silly, but—” “Ah!” Genuine surprise from the masked figure. They’d had no idea.

•Immediately, there were muffled apologies from under the mask, quickly hugging you. “Hey hey, it’s okay! I’m not mad. I just figured I should tell you. You’re okay, Py.”

• “Mmph?” “Yes, dear. I promise.” Giggling a little now, they pulled their free hand over the eyeholes of the mask like a visor, blocking you from view. You chuckled along with them.

•Later on, as the two of you shared drawings, you made out a familiar visage—that of you, with a couple bright red hearts drawn nearby. “Hehe, I love you too.”

Sniper 🏹

• Mick didn’t often watch you draw, honestly. The two of you tended to do your own thing in the same space, talking occasionally. Even that was enough.

• Once you caught him watching on what was kind of an off day though. You kind of just stared back up at him.

• Sniper cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d ya stop?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked off to the side.

• You felt the bed next to you sink down a little as he moved closer. “Hey. Ya got somethin’ ya wanna say?” His voice was softer, more cautious. “…cuz ya know, I’d like to hear that.”

• Shuffling a bit to get more comfortable next to him, you sighed. “I don’t know how to explain it, but…I feel weird when people watch me draw.” “Yeah?”

• You nodded. “Kinda see what ya mean, I guess. Ya think they’ll judge the work-in-progress?” You silently agreed.

• A slight smile brightened his features. “Well, dunno if it helps, but I know a lil better, love.” His shoulder brushed against yours as you moved a bit closer.

• “I love everythin’ you make. And I know that you know what yer doin. But…if you’re more comfortable with me not lookin’, I get that too. That’s fine.”

• He went to move away, but you quickly clasped his shoulder softly, indicating that he could stay. “Maybe, I could try to keep going?” A laugh broke through as you admitted, “Besides, I like sitting next to you.”

• Humming contently, the Aussie planted the briefest of kisses on the top of your head. “Arright, darlin. You just lemme know.”

• As you kept working on that page, you did notice when he was watching, and it wasn’t easy, but after that he would have periods of staring off into space instead.

• There was a conciseness to it. He’d taken what you’d said to heart. Still, though, he seemed happy…and you were, too.

Engineer 🔧

• Dell had gathered quite a collection of your art by now, kept it on the wall of his workshop. He showed it off proudly to anyone who happened to enter, even if visitors tended to be few and far between.

• One night, you kept him company as he worked overtime on a new design for a model. While he worked, you did too.

• After a while though, you could tell someone was looking at you. As your gaze lifted, you caught him sneaking a peek from his desk, right next to the table where you sat.

• “Aw, did I break yer focus there? Sorry, honey.” “No no, it’s okay, Engie…I could put it away for now anyway, if you want something—”

• “No problem, (Y/N)! You can keep right on with that if ya like.” A somewhat sheepish smile came to your face.

“Hey, Engie…can you keep a secret?”

• “Mmm?” “…I get sorta nervous when people watch me draw.” A knowing sort of smile slowly crossed the Texan’s face, sliding his goggles up to rest on his forehead for a moment.

• “You wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

A nostalgic sort of thoughtfulness crept into his voice. “I used ta be the same way.”

• “Really?” You never pictured the mellow, easygoing Engineer to ever be self-conscious in that way.

“Yup.”

• “People would ask me all sorts a’ questions while they watched me build. ‘How ya gonna make that work?’ ‘What’s that do?’ ‘Why’d ya put that there?’ Drove me crazy. Part of the reason I got a shop, I s’pose.”

• He held a spare nut and bolt, twisting them together and apart as he talked, somewhat absentmindedly. Eyes wandering a bit, but always making their way back to you.

• “But here’s somethin’ I think you oughta hear, although I’d never try ta make ya change. Your work is yours, darlin’. Yours and yours alone. Ya make such beautiful things. I’m not askin’ myself what you’re doin’ when I watch, cuz I already know.”

• He put the fidget aside and reached for your hand with a sweet smile. “Why do you like to watch me work?”

• You could feel your face redden just a bit, and grinned at the floor for a moment. He chuckled at this, in a lighthearted way though. “Cuz it’s really cool how you make everything work, and how smart you are with your designs.”

• “Yep. That’s why I like watchin’ you work. Own the process, (Y/N). It’s all yours. You know exactly what you’re doin.”

• “Thanks, Dell.” “Of course, honey. Of course.” From that moment onward, it seemed like he tried not to watch for too long, but when he did, you remembered his words. And it didn’t feel quite as nerve-wracking then.

Medic 💉

• Medic absolutely loved to watch you draw. It was fascinating to him. Seeing how giddy he got, it took you a while to work up the guts to tell him.

• “Is something wrong, Liebe? You’ve been stopped for a while now.”

“Yeah, uh…Medic, I wanna tell you something, but it’s weird.”

“Oh?”

• “I uh…I feel kinda…nervous, I guess? When people watch me draw.”

“…might I ask why?” He seems genuinely perplexed by this. “I think it’s fascinating.”

• Yeah, yeah he would. You weren’t sure how to explain this to him—you knew for sure that he didn’t mind when people watched him at work, he operated on fully conscious people!

• You sighed softly, unsure of how to make this make sense to him. A hand rested on your shoulder for a moment. “(Y/N), I can see this means a lot to you. And as much as I love watching you at work…I love you even more. So I’ll stop doing that.”

A smile crept up on you, glancing back up at him.

“I appreciate it a lot, love. Sorry I can’t put it into words.”

“No need to be sorry! But…I do have one request.”

“Yeah?”

• A sheepish sort of smile came to the doctor’s face. “I can…still see the finished product, right? And maybe, instead of me watching, you could tell me how you put everything together?”

“Of course! No problem.”

“Ah, wunderbar!”

I’ve been very tired lately so I’m sorry this took me so long, and that it’s sorta short/repetitive. I appreciate your patience!

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