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every day the ''nonbinary positivity'' of liberals gets more antagonistic
if you have a job it's funny and relatable and cool to stay in the closet, and maybe kind of cringe to come out. don't come out at work.
you don't have to medically transition and it's kind of cool and edgy and more radical anyway if you don't. don't take hormones, don't pursue surgery, don't pursue electrolysis, don't assert bodily autonomy
you don't have to socially transition, you don't owe anyone a performance. don't change your behavior, don't act different, keep doing what's expected, be normal
you don't have to use new pronouns or a new name or even tell anyone. if you're in the closet, stay in the closet.
you are not trans. you are not trans. you are not trans.
this is just a longer version of my drabble "Blurred visions" hope you enjoy :))
ban had been loud the moment y’all walked in.
loud in the way his laugh echoed over the music, loud in the way he threw his arm around your waist with a proud “ain’t she the prettiest fuckin’ thing in here?” to anyone who got too close. loud when he smacked your ass and yelled something dumb like, “that one’s mine, got it? look again and i’ll knock your fuckin’ teeth out.”
you should’ve known the night would turn into a show.
drunk ban wasn’t soft. he was intense, cocky, a little messy, and so damn loud, to the point that you kept apologizing for him with every passing drink he downed. but he was also incredibly handsy, incredibly vocal about how much he wanted you, and so clearly gone for you that it almost didn’t matter how chaotic he got.
almost.
like when some guy dropped his wallet near your feet, bent to grab it, and ban immediately shoved him back with a growl.
“thought you were peekin’ up her fuckin’ dress, asshole.”
you had to physically wedge yourself between them, shoving ban back by the chest with a “ban. chill. he wasn’t looking.”
he huffed. “still too damn close.”
once the drama passed, ban was all over you again, pulling you toward the dance floor. he swayed like an idiot to whatever beat was playing, but it wasn’t dancing, not really. he just gripped your ass shamelessly, swaying lazily side to side, face buried in your neck like no one else existed.
“you smell so good,” he muttered into your skin, breath hot, voice slurred. “could fuckin’ drown in you, y’know that?”
you rolled your eyes, “you said we were dancing.”
“we are.” he squeezed your ass tighter. “dancin’ with my baby. makin’ everyone jealous.”
he kissed up your neck, tongue wet, messy. you could already feel his cock pressed firm against your hip and when you reached behind you to swat him off, he groaned.
“don’t tease,” he whispered. “i’m already thinkin’ about how good that pussy’s gonna taste with a shot of whiskey on my tongue. let’s take a shot together ”
you elbowed him. “hell no, someone’s gotta be sober to drive.”
“buzzkill,” he grinned, then leaned close and kissed the corner of your mouth, sticky and sweet with liquor.
minutes later, you found yourself back at the bar, ban laughing too loud, tossing coins like candy and slurring, “drinks on me! all of ‘em! i love you bastards!”
you smacked his hand. “ban. you are not buying the entire club drinks”
“why not?” he said, grinning at you like a fool. “i’m in love, i’m drunk, and my girl’s the hottest fuckin’ thing in the world.”
it wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap in one of the corner booths. you were sitting back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried against your shoulder as he whispered
“love you, baby. love you so much i could fuckin’ cry.”
he kissed your neck slowly. tender at first. then hungrier. his hips rolled just once beneath you, and you felt him. hard. big. desperate.
his voice dropped lower.
“you’ve got no idea what you do to me. can smell you every time you shift on my lap. wanna fuck you right here, i swear”
“ban.” you tried to sound serious. you really did. but the way he was rocking his hips just a little, the way his teeth grazed your skin and his cock throbbed against your ass, you were melting.
he chuckled, drunk and dark. “y’know what? fuck this place. i’m takin’ you home.”
he didn’t mean home.
backseat. club lot. windows fogged up and seat reclined.
you barely had time to breathe before ban was pulling your dress over your head and throwing it in the front seat. his mouth was on your stomach, trailing kisses down to your soaked panties. he licked over the fabric with a slow, lazy swipe of his tongue.
“ban, don’t tease.”
“i’m not.” he looked up, face flushed and dangerous. “i’m starving.”
he ripped your panties with a growl and buried his face between your legs like he was dying for it. licking, sucking, moaning, his tongue everywhere, sloppy and wild and so fuckin’ loud. he was grinding into the seat like your taste was driving him insane.
“you taste like heaven, baby,” he slurred, “fuckin’ addicted.”
he added one finger. then two. curling them perfectly as his mouth sucked on your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast.
your legs were shaking, already close.
“go ahead,” he murmured, voice dripping with honey. “squirt on my fuckin’ face, baby. soak me.”
and you did. legs twitching, hips bucking, your juices spraying all over his tongue and chin. ban groaned so loud it vibrated your whole damn soul.
he didn’t stop. licked you through it. moaned into it.
“never seen you shake like that,” he grinned, face slick. “gonna make you do it again.”
he towered over you, licking his lips, cock rock hard as he lined himself up. he looked into your eyes and slammed into you in one forceful thrust.
your breath left your lungs.
“fuuuck,” he hissed, voice broken. “you’re squeezin’ me like you missed me.”
he fucked you hard. fast. messy. slamming into you with a rhythm only a drunk, feral man in love could manage. your moans filled the car. his mouth found yours, hot and sticky with desperation. you couldn’t even kiss him back. just moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed.
he pulled back, looking at you under the streetlight bleeding in through the fogged window. “so fuckin’ pretty. keep squeezin’ me like that, and i’m gonna, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”
you pulled him close, legs locking around him. “don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”
“gonna cum with me?” he whispered, slurring it. “together, yeah? that’s my girl.”
you came again. screaming. soaking his cock. he groaned loud, spilling inside you, holding still as you both rode it out.
but he didn’t stop.
not for more than a minute.
he was still hard.
still drunk.
still so in love.
“you can take it, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “let me fuck you stupid.”
and he did.
fucked you until your legs shook again. until you cried from overstimulation. until his kisses got sloppier and his moans louder and your name was all he could say.
WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo how i love u), pussywhipped!gojo, praise, gojo crying a little (pussy so good makes him cry lol), begging.
A/N: this is my take on frat!jo. i’m obsessed w him. very short drabble i did while on the bus lol enjoy. tag: @rainlina | check my recent fic! + nerdjo hc’s
it’s widely known that frat!jo is the life of the party. the charismatic one. the popular one.
loud as hell at every party, shirt always half-unbuttoned, sunglasses perched on his head even at 2 am, slinging arms around his friends while he loudly recounts last weekend’s hook-ups.
“swear to god bro, she was crying my name by the 3rd round” he brags, guys fist-bumping him like some kind of local legend, girls giggling.
he’s the king of the world (or so he feels like). never texts back. doesn’t care about anyone ghosting him. he doesn’t get ghosted — he’s the one ghosting. the one who doesn’t “repeat girls”.
then, the inevitable happens. he finds you at a party. basically eyecandy for him. you could be fun. laughed at his horrible jokes, flirted with him, hell, you were so his type.
and obviously, you end up in his room.
he crowds you against the door, barely locked when he makes cocky promises that would make any girl giggly. “m’gonna have you screaming so loud, gorgeous…”
he truly does believe his words. he’s done this too many times.
except the moment your fingers hook under his waistband and tug his sweats down, that bravado cracks like cheap glass.
you push him back onto his bed — still messy from god knows who was his last girl— and climb on top of him. the moment you sink down onto him, slow and deliberate, his entire body locks up.
“f-ffuuck,” he gasps, head thudding back against the pillows. his hands fly to your thighs, fingers digging in hard, but he’s not guiding you. he… he is just holding on. “wa—wait, baby, slow—s-shit, you’re—ngh—”
you roll your hips once and his eyes roll back, mouth falling open on a broken whine.
“huh? i… thought you were gonna ruin me?” you ask innocently, though smiling like never before. “thought you were gonna make me scream?”
he laughs. tries to. it comes shaky, more whimper than chuckle. “y-yeah, i am, i—fuck, just—gimme a sec, you feel too good, i can’t—” his hips jerk up once, twice, sloppy and desperate, like he can’t help it. “god, your pussy’s so —mmph— perfect, I’m losing my fucking mind…!”
you clench around him on purpose.
he chokes. full-body shuddering. “a-ah! don’t—don’t do that yet, please, i’ll—shit, i’ll cum too fast”
“already?” you whisper. “come on, let me enjoy this a little…” you pout, looking down at him, biting your lip. you move your hips back and forth, moaning softly, “you’re so big, gojo… stretching me so sweet”
he groans, long and wrecked, arms wrapping around your waist to yank you flush against his chest. Face buried in your neck like he’s hiding. “fuck, don’t say it like that —” his voice cracks on the last word, and then he’s mumbling against your skin, hot and frantic. “you’re so warm— so fucking wet… I can’t think straight when you’re on me like this… please don’t stop, baby, please”
you start moving again. slow grinds, little circles now and then. nothing otherworldy. but he’s already babbling.
“s’too fucking good— love how you squeeze me, love how you, ah, ride me, fuck, i’m yours, i’m so fucking yours—” his hands roam everywhere: up your back, down to grip your ass, then back up to cradle your face so he can kiss you. messy and needy. “don’t you dare leave after, ‘kay? i’ll— shit—i’ll do whatever, baby, please…”
you pick up the pace just a little and his whole body buzzes, thighs trembling under you.
“g’nna cum—baby, ‘m gonna—fuck, i can’t hold it—” he sounds panicked, like he’s actually fighting his own orgasm because he doesn’t want it to end.
you lean close — once you’re close to come as well — to whisper right against his ear: “then cum for me, gojo. make me feel good”
that does it for him.
his eyes snap wide— pupils blown, lashes wet, and he comes with a long, shaking moan that cracks into your name. hips stuttering, arms crushing you to his chest, spilling inside you like he’s never going to stop. “fuck—love you, love this pussy-“
when the aftershocks finally fade, he doesn’t push you off. doesn’t roll over and grab his phone like the rumors say he does.
instead he flips you gently so you’re tucked against him, still buried deep. long limbs cage you in. his face smushed between your tits. he’s breathing hard, like he just ran a whole marathon.
you card fingers through his damp hair. “that was something.”
he huffs a laugh, embarrassed. “don’t you ever say a word about this” he mutters, “i’d be dead if you do.”
is this the same guy who was bragging downstairs about never catching feelings and fucking left and right?
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breaking my writer's block and posting my writing on tumblr for the first time :3
Aftercare (What is he like after sex?)
It depends on how hard did he go on you, but he always makes sure there’s at least cuddling before he falls unconscious. After a rougher round he would definitely make you a bath, and praise you how good you were. And will make you chug a lot of water. Every single time.
Body part (Favorite body part on him and on his partner)
I think his favorite on himself would be his hands, he has big hands and he loves to manhandle you with them for sure. On his partner, it’s their ass. He’s an ass guy, even if he keeps body shaming Candy about her chest. I don’t buy it he likes boobs more than butts.
Cum (Anything to do with it)
Cas would like to see his cum on your stomach, chest and mostly on your ass. I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like to cum inside, but he just has a thing for seeing his cum on your body. Also, if he happens to cum while you’re giving him a blowjob, he will make sure you’ll swallow it.
Dirty secret
He loves to have angry sex. Since Castiel gets jealous easily, even because of small things there are a lot of opportunities for the two of you to make up in the bed after some pointless fighting. I would even say he acts jealous sometimes just to get you mad and have this outcome.
Experience (How experienced is he?)
Since he had a relationship before I’d say he’s somewhat experienced. Cas just knows where and how to touch you, but it also helps that you are so in love with him. And his dirty talk is just perfect, in every scenario. The things he whispers into your ear and the way he does it always has you going.
Favorite position
If he goes rough (which I believe is mostly) Cas’ absolute favorite is face down doggy, he loves to push you down. For sensual he’d go with a slow mating press, where he can see your face and eyes, but still make sure your guts get a tiny bit rearranged.
Goofy (How serious/humorous is he during the deed?)
If the two of you agree on a roleplay, I think he’d stay totally in character, he’d be serious. But otherwise, he’s just silly. Makes fun of you like he usually does (not in an offensive manner though, he wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings during sex or turn you off) and jokes around.
Hair (About his body hair)
I mean he maintains it… Kinda. There’s a point where it annoys him and then I think he’d just shave it off. But he often trims his pubic hair. And it’s black, not matching his drapes. Red pubes would be fucking funny though, he might dye it once.
Intimacy (How romantic is he during it?)
During slow sex, Cas can put his silliness aside and just tell you how perfect are you for him, how much he loves and appreciates you in his life. He can be really cute. Sometimes. But usually he jokes around, I don’t think he’d be much of a romantic.
Jack off
Castiel masturbates every day if the two of you don’t have sex that day. Also, he completely stopped watching porn since he met you and only does it to your nudes.
Kink
He would be into the dom/sub dynamic. He’d also enjoy degrading you if that’s your thing and would praise you too. Cas’ definitely into anal, since he loves your butt so much. I also think he’d like breeding and predator/prey too. And he’d love roleplays where he’s some authoritive figure to you.
Location (His favorite location)
Cas likes it comfy, so bed. Or maybe couch. But he would also try public too. He’s bad boy like that.
Motivation (What turns him on?)
If you’re angry with him, about something “unimportant”, that gets him going, Castiel loves annoying you. If you wear revealing clothes, then he’s also already down for you. And if you tease him, even just a bit… He must return the favor with something totally inappropriate for the situation*, or punish you for turning him on in a bad time.
(*see the Wild card for this headcanon)
No (Something he wouldn’t do/turn off)
Trying to dom him is just a no, he will just stop everything he’s doing and stare at you until you shut up about it. He can’t tolerate being submissive. And he would never have a threesome or sex in front of anyone, he’s too possessive of you. (He’d still like the riskiness of public though.)
Oral (His preferences)
Cas likes receiving more than giving, he can be more in control. He likes to facefuck you and hold your throat while he’s abusing it. But he’d still try to always reciprocate it and boy, is he good with his mouth too? He’d make your head spin.
Pace (How fast/rough or sensual?)
As I said, he likes being rough. Usually he’s fast too, but if he wants to tease you, he’s going to go slow, with hard thrusts, that hit just the right places.
Quickie (His opinion on it)
At the beginning of your relationship, he has an overly high sex drive, and if you’re like that too you guys will have ton of quickies. Castiel likes them a lot, they get the job done easily. As the early hot honeymoon phase fades his sex drive sets back into a normal rate, so the quickies pretty much become rarely.
Risk (Does he like to experiment, take risks?)
Of course he does and he has ton of ideas he’d like to try with you. One I already rumbled a lot about is Castiel would love to try to do it at a public place, I have no idea why am I so adamant about this lol. He’d also like tying you up and have you completely at his mercy.
Stamina (How many rounds and how long he lasts?)
When he doesn’t have a draining day, he can go for two rounds, and Castiel can control himself well, rarely cumming before you do.
Toys (Does he have any? Does he like to use them?)
Don’t think he would have any for himself, but will buy a vibrator for you and overstimulate you like hell with it.
Unfair (Does he like to tease?)
He is a tease. Even though won’t necessarily go after you, but if you start something he’s gonna continue it on another level…
Volume (How loud is he?)
He’s a yapper, he loves dirty talking the whole time. So for sure his groans and low grunts will come out here and there. Sometimes you can even hear his moans as he finishes.
Wild card (Random headcanon)
Teasing headcanon/smol drabble:
One night the two of you and your friends go out to a club. Everybody has a lot of fun and a lot of drinks. Castiel and you go on to dance into the absolute crowd of people, when you turn your back on him and start shaking your ass to him, maybe even pushing your butt to his already awoken cock.
“Oh, what do you think you’re doing, baby?” He smirks, as pulls you close. “Now we gotta finish what you started…” He grabs your ass hard, his other hand is on your waist, as he starts grinding into you.
“Ca-Cas there are people-!” You become flustered and try to stop him, the drunken haze fading a little as self-awareness seeps back.
“There were people here when you started twerking too” He’s still smirking while he whispers into your ear. You feel his erection, it makes your face boil. “Let’s get outta here, babe.” Castiel is already pulling you towards the exit.
X-ray (What’s going on under his clothes?)
Castiel is around average maybe a bit bigger, but he has a nice thickness which fills you up perfectly. He definitely has some veins going on and he’s uncircumcised.
Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)
At the beginning of the relationship, he’s very excited and active, he’d be in you all day preferably. But he gets tired after some time and his sex drive lowers a bit, setting to a rate when once a day is enough for him. I mean he’s a young adult male, he’s gonna get on your nerves about this for a long while before his testosterone calms down.
Zzz (How quickly he falls asleep after?)
If he was actually an asshole, he’d fall asleep immediately as he finishes. But since he actually loves you and cares for you, he’ll use up all the little leftover energy he has and give you some proper aftercare before closes his eyes for good (for the night I mean-).
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
bakugou katsuki
defiant
say it with your hands
darling it's better (down where it's wetter)
statistically significant
how to set fires
mr. fixer upper
the red of fate meets the blue of twitter verification
shoto todoroki
if i could keep cool
break the glass (in case of emergency)
something new
strawberry scented dreams
flare
loads of fun
mr. tokyo beat hottest hero
dabi / touya todoroki
not a proposal
an arsonist's lullaby
running errands
i'm melting in your eyes, like the first time that i caught fire (just stay with me, lay with me now)
it's conditional
laundromat
hawks / takami keigo
lay low take it slow
birb puns
crawl home to me
paper cranes
little bird
no need
eijiro kirishima
the marionettist
would you like me to stay forever
revenge
paws for panic
red
crush culture
in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said
denki kaminari
body electric
streams
truth or dare
seven minutes of humor
in your arms
why are you so pretty?
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
bakugou katsuki
defiant
say it with your hands
darling it's better (down where it's wetter)
statistically significant
how to set fires
mr. fixer upper
the red of fate meets the blue of twitter verification
shoto todoroki
if i could keep cool
break the glass (in case of emergency)
something new
strawberry scented dreams
flare
loads of fun
mr. tokyo beat hottest hero
dabi / touya todoroki
not a proposal
an arsonist's lullaby
running errands
i'm melting in your eyes, like the first time that i caught fire (just stay with me, lay with me now)
it's conditional
laundromat
hawks / takami keigo
lay low take it slow
birb puns
crawl home to me
paper cranes
little bird
no need
eijiro kirishima
the marionettist
would you like me to stay forever
revenge
paws for panic
red
crush culture
in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said
denki kaminari
body electric
streams
truth or dare
seven minutes of humor
in your arms
why are you so pretty?
A/N: He was so damn hot, such a shame we only had him for one season and like 5 minutes in the second season.
Silco's office was a place where many dreaded to go, the fear of the man himself, the power he had in Zaun, the people he surrounded himself with were all more than enough to strike fear into anyone. That's why when he said not to be disturbed no one ever dreamed of barging to his office.
Meaning that you had no fear of being interrupted and absolutely no problem as settled into his lap and let him pound his cock into you.
"No shame in your body is there, darling? Not in moments like these anyway. Lift that dress, I want a nice view." Your smirk matched his as you lifted your dress a bit over your bare tits and let him watch his cock, wet and hard, go in and out of your tight hole.
Silco leaned back and exhaled, a thick cloud of sweet smelling smoke vanishing in the air.
"I know you preferer these." He explained before putting the cigar back to his lips.
"How generous of you, sir. Going out of your way to accommodate me. Admit it, you have a bit of a soft spot for me." You teased and leaned in close to him, your hips bucking against his and putting a bit more pressure on his full balls.
Silco scoffed and slowly blew the smoke in your face, the sweet scent making you dizzy and causing your body, and pussy, to tense up.
"Sorry to disappoint but you're no different than any other whore I pay to take my cock. A bit more agreeable maybe, you don't ask questions, you get things done." When he saw how you smirked and began kissing his neck he groaned, a little annoyed that you saw a crack in his armor. "Enough. I have a meeting soon." Silco inhaled once more before he threw the cigar away and grabbed you by the back of your neck and crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss.
You didn't know if it was the pleasure of his cock fucking you with brute force, or the warm smoke that filled your lungs, but you felt yourself go almost limp on top of him. "It's safe today." You whimpered against his lips.
Silco hummed, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips before he pushed you all the way down on his pulsing dick and held you close as your pussy took every drop of his cum. Jet after jet of thick seed filled you and dripped to the floor beneath you.
"Hmh. If we had more time I'd order you to lick that up. Right now I need you to... hey, are you awake?" Silco shook you a little but you were passed out, the combination of whatever he smoked and the orgasm knocking you out on top of him. "Oh great." You didn't know he cleaned you up, dressed you back up, and carried you to a small spare room with a couch. "It's a good think I like you."
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Can I just say? I created this blog when I was a teen and very freaking emo. And it shows. It used to be pink, now it’s all Eddie Munson madness. But Black and red are my favorite colors so…
Levi Ackerman headcanon — (My) analysis on his intimacy
Each time I wander around Tumblr and I read about how AOT fans picture Levi in a sexual context, I see a lot of fanfictions of him being a dom and a master of sex—very dominant, rough, knows every single position in bed. Given that I respect people's personal headcanons when it comes to characters since those aren't absolutely hurtful to anyone, I felt like sharing my own headcanons on his sexuality.
If we read the manga and analyze Levi's background, there's nothing that tells us that he's a virgin or not. Unless Isayama would say he is (I don't think he specified it, correct me if I'm wrong), there's a big question mark on that matter. What I do believe is that Levi knows about sex. He is, to me, like Sheldon Cooper from The Big bang theory: he knows the basics. The media shows him as a bookworm, which leads me to think that some of his knowledge on that subject came from books that he read during his life. I do picture him as one that he began to read to fight against the picture he had about himself, as an Underground resident; later in life, he began to read because he enjoyed it and it relaxed him.
That being said, just like Sheldon Cooper approached the topic of sex, flirting and dating, Levi knows how men and women would flirt and the purpose behind it for example. He mostly sees it from his comrades and the people in the Underground, but even though he recognizes a certain flirty comment or attitude, it's just that. It's like he would talk about it like he's reading from a manual. That doesn't mean he lacks affection, he's one that always showed that he cares in his own way.
Here it comes the topic of sex. I previously stated that we don't know if Levi is a virgin or not unless Isayama makes it canon. In my honest opinion, he is. During all his life and since he was a kid living and growing up in the Underground, he mostly focused on surviving, filling his stomach and not getting physically abused (just like in the Bad Boy chapter). An important detail, however, is that his mother Kuchel was a prostitute. Now, houses in the Underground were surely cramped and small; think about when Kenny found little Levi, that house was surely small. Or even the scene in Bad Boy where he makes tea; that house most likely had a bedroom, kitchen and living room altogether. If it had other rooms, those were as small as ever. A kitchen that if two people fit inside would get stuck, or a bathroom that was a stall.
When Kuchel had her clients inside her house, I firmly believe she tried to protect her son by letting him hide somewhere. Little Levi learned to recognize the moments where his mother had to work, hiding in a spot where the men she "welcomed" there wouldn't see him or else, they'd leave and that meant no money. No lunch nor dinner. Or worse, some sick men would try to have his way with him (remember in Bad Boy when those men talked about him having the same "skills" as his mother and wanted to sell him? Also, he didn't seem to be unaware about what they were talking about. That means Levi knew about what his mom's job was).
Kuchel would teach little Levi to hide, cover his ears and wait until she was done. But sometimes, as we know, men are brutal with prostitutes. She got some violent ones, and as much as she tried to keep quiet, Levi would hear her. And when he would see how those men were doing to poor Kuchel, he got traumatized. He heard their lewd words, their slurs and curses, and that got Levi permanently traumatized. From that moment on, he would see sex as violence, pain, something hurtful. No matter if he would educate himself on the matter, the wounds would always be fresh. He got so sick of that scenery, that it was like something switched in him. With him joining the Scouts and everything he went through while being a soldier, he – of course – focused on his job and the people he unfortunately lost up until the final battle.
In terms of approach to his own sexual desires, I see him being conflicted. He's a man, a human being; he got aroused at least once, to me. But that would be it. He knows what his body is trying to tell him, but indulging in self pleasure would be just because he feels too overwhelmed by it. As if he feels itchy and needs to scratch.
He surely had women flirting and throwing themselves at him. Just like he said to Zeke, he had a few successes with ladies. But that didn't mean he slept with them; again, he could recognize he was popular and some shamelessly drooled after him. He knows what dates are (he said, somewhere in the manga, "hot titan date" which if we want to be obnoxiously meticulous, that means he knows what a date is. Oh well).
This is just a little rant and random headcanon I wanted to share after quite a long time of pondering if it was a good idea or not. Once more: that's just my personal headcanon on Levi. Feel free to agree, disagree or share your own if you want 🩵
Summary: You've had a crush on your best friend Eddie for a while. Eddie tells you he's leaving Hawkins, and you accidentally confess your love for him. Will this change things between the two of you, or will you find a way to work past your feelings and his lack thereof.
*Not Proof Read*
Pt.2
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I always knew Eddie was going to make it big. He's a talented man in a group of talented guys. Of course, they were going to make it big. It just surprised me how quickly things evolved.
"What do you mean you're leaving tomorrow?" I ask, my brows furrowing in confusion. I stare at the boy next to me.
We're sitting on the floor with our backs against his bed. Moments ago, we had been flipping through the latest issues of music magazines when he suddenly sprang the news on me.
"You remember how we sent that demo to a bunch of the labels in Indy?" Eddie asks, setting his magazine to the side. He turns slightly to face me. His dark eyes are wide with excitement. A large, genuine smile is plastered on his face. "One of the labels wants to meet us and hear more of our stuff in person. They said they want to talk numbers." Eddie continues. "They set us up for a last-minute appointment on Thursday morning. The boys and I decided it would be less stressful if we head to Indy tomorrow so we have time to settle in at a hotel."
My heart drops. I should be excited. Part of me is. The other part is sad.
This means Eddie's leaving.
"You can't." I blurt out without thinking.
The smile on Eddie's face begins to fade. His excited expression is replaced by one of confusion. "What? Why not? Y/N, don't you realize how huge this is for me? For the boys? For our career? Everything we've worked for is paying off."
"So you're just going to leave like that?"
"Why are you being like this? You've always supported me. I thought you'd be happier. What's your problem? Why are you so upset?" Eddie asks.
"Because you're leaving, Eddie. Within 24 hours, you'll be out of here. And because I like you, and now you're leaving." I ramble, unintentionally outing my crush on the boy.
My eyes widen when I realize what I said. "Fuck." I mutter while biting down harshly on my lip in desperation.
Sympathy flashes in Eddie's eyes. "You like me?" His voice is quieter then moments before, like he's trying to accept my words.
"Yeah Eddie. I do." I let out a small sigh, pulling my eyes from his face. I feel heat burning on my cheeks. I hadn't meant to tell him how I felt. It just slipped out.
Eddie lets out a small sigh. "Y/N..."
I feel my heart pounding nervously in my chest. My anxiety builds as I wait for him to continue.
"I'm sorry, but I don't like you like that. You're an amazing friend- hell, my best friend, but...I don't feel the same way." His words shatter my heart into a million pieces.
We sit in a moment of silence as I slowly accept his rejection.
This is what I was afraid of. This is why I kept my feelings a secret for years. I knew he wouldn't like me back. I knew I wasn't his type. I just made this situation ten times worse.
My face is hotter than before. I just want to get out of here. I feel so embarrassed. I should've kept my mouth shut.
Why did I tell him?
I guess maybe some part of my mind thought he'd feel the same. That maybe he'd take me with him or find a way to stay with me.
How selfish is that? I need to snap out of this. This is everything he's dreamed of. He's got a deal with a label. His band is making it big. He's going to be a rockstar, just like the stars he's looked up to his entire life. Who am I to ask him to stay behind-to give that all up for me.
"I don't mean to hurt you." Eddie says softly.
I can see his face out of the corner of my eye. His dark brown eyes are filled with sympathy and maybe a little pity.
I just want the earth to swallow me whole. "It's fine. You can't force yourself to like me back, Eds. I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do." I reply softly.
As much as my heart is broken at the fact that he doesn't like me and likely never will, he's still my best friend. I just hope I didn't screw everything up by telling him. I hope things aren't awkward between us.
"Is that the reason you wanted me to stay in town so bad?" Eddie asks.
"I was mostly just hurt that you let me know so late. I mean, you're leaving tomorrow, Ed. No warning, no time to process. We literally spent hours on a new campaign last week, and we're not going to get to play. Why would you make plans with me if you knew you were leaving so soon?" My frustration from before bubbles in my chest at the thought of being left behind by the boy I trust so much.
Eddie lets out a small sigh. He leans his head back against his bed. "I just found out a few hours ago. You're the first person I've told. I haven't even told Uncle Wayne yet."
He told me first.
"I just want you to be happy for me, Y/N. This is everything I've ever wanted and now I feel like a shitty person for trying to actually attain it." Eddie's voice is quiet.
I hadn't meant to make him feel like that. "I am happy for you, Eddie. I just need to process it. I mean, you'd probably feel the same way if I told you I was moving to Indy for college and gave you a day's notice. I can't just pretend it's not going to hurt when you leave." This day has been a rollercoaster of emotions. "You know I'm going to support you no matter what. This is your dream and you need to follow it."
"Thanks, Y/N."
"Of course. Just make sure to remember me when you're famous. Send me an album or postcard every once in a while, alright?" I try to lighten the mood in the tense room.
Eddie chuckles. "You know I'm going to come back, right? I can't ditch my uncle like that, not after everything he's done for me. You can't get rid of me that easily."
I smile softly, grateful things are semi similar to before. Maybe things will stay normal.
"Eddie, can we just forget about what I said earlier? I really don't want things to be weird between us." I ask cautiously, nervous as to what he'll say.
Eddie nods. "Don't worry, forgotten." Eddie gestures to his pile of VHS tapes near his TV. "Let's make the most of the time we have left. Wanna watch a movie?"
I nod. "Yeah. Let's do it."
The rest of the evening, Eddie and I spend time together watching movies, eating junk food, and hanging out. At first, I thought everything really was normal. Eddie eventually went back to his playful, dramatic self after the movie began. We went back to talking about anything and everything, just like before.
I didn't realize he was acting a little strange until it was time for me to leave. Usually, Eddie is a physically affectionate person. He likes wrapping his arm around the shoulders of his friends. He's not scared to hug the people he cares about. He used to put his head in my lap.
Before I leave, Eddie always hugs me. It's just something we've always done since we were kids. He didn't this time. I also realized he kept a decent size of distance between the two of us throughout the entire night.
He might not say my confession made him uncomfortable, but I know it did. He's holding me at an arm's length, keeping things surface level instead of deeper like they were before.
Maybe he's just trying to protect me. Maybe he's trying to prevent me from feeling lead on.
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The next day Eddie left for Indianapolis. I watched as his car pulled away, my heart breaking more the further he got.
It's not just pain from losing a crush. Eddie's a good guy. I've known him forever, and now he's just gone. I have to call him if I want to talk to him, something that's going to be difficult if he's constantly moving through cities on tour. Hell, it'll be harder when he starts going to different countries. We won't have our weekly movie nights or DND campaigns.
I feel so alone, and usually when I feel like that, I call up Eddie and ask him to come over. I can't do that anymore.
Eddie's van disappears around the corner of the street, leaving me and Wayne standing in the yard of the trailer.
"He'll be back," Wayne reassures me, softly patting me on the shoulder. "And you're welcome here anytime you want, kid. I could use the company now that my boy's gone." Wayne's tone holds sadness, something I relate to.
"Thanks, Wayne." I smile sadly at the older man. "I'll have to take you up on that offer. I have a feeling I'm going to need some company too."
Wayne and I say our goodbyes before I begin walking down the road in the direction of my house. He offered to drive me there, but I refused. I need some air to process everything.
I know Eddie said he'll be back, but I wonder if he'll keep his word. Indy has so much more to offer than Hawkins. Who would want to leave? When he starts making a lot, he won't have to be confined to Indiana. He can move wherever he wants.
It would be so easy to forget us here.
---- 3 years later----
Eddie kept his word at first. He got settled in Indy and came back a few times to visit. He was still distant, but at least he was in my life.
The first year he sent me a copy of his album, signed and all. He sent post cards from everywhere he visited and made sure to call at least once a week.
Things started to change in the second year. His weekly calls became biweekly and eventually monthly events. He and the boys were busy, though. I understood.
Gareth, Jeff, and Freak called monthly, too. While I wasn't as close to them as I was with Eddie, they were still my friends. They told me about their campaigns and the cool things they experienced. They also told me about Eddie's new girlfriend.
I thought being apart from Eddie would make my crush disappear. That wasn't the case. That's why hearing the news that Eddie got a girlfriend broke my heart all over again.
What hurt worse is he didn't even tell me himself. The two had been secretly dating for at least half a year by the time Gareth brought it up into the conversation, thinking I had already been told by Eddie.
That month, when Eddie called, I told him I knew about his girlfriend and I was happy for him. As much as it made my heart ache, I was happy he found someone he could love and who hopefully treated him right.
He deserved to be treated well.
Eddie told me he didn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me he was seeing someone. He figured keeping it under wraps would save me the heartbreak and keep a smaller number of people who knew about their relationship.
It hurt to know he had never planned on telling me. From a best friend standpoint, it felt like he was slowly closing me out of his life.
Shortly after that conversation, all calls from Eddie ended. He rarely sent postcards, and if he did, he didn't bother to write anything on them besides his name. He stopped telling me when he was coming to town.
I tried to make excuses.
He's famous now. His face is plastered on newspapers and magazines around the country. He's got more important things to do than call me.
He'll call when he has time, he's just really busy right now.
When I asked why Eddie didn't call anymore, Jeff told me that his girlfriend wasn't happy with him talking to other girls. It wasn't because of me personally. She just didn't like him interacting with any girls at all.
I just wish Eddie would've told me himself. I wish he would've sent me a letter or called one last time to explain the situation. I respect his relationship and I would've left him alone if he had just told me what was going on. I didn't tell Jeff this.
Eventually, the only information I got about Eddie was from Magazine covers, sometimes the boys, or occasionally Wayne, when I stopped to visit him.
Yeah, I was mad he just ditched me, something he promised he'd never do. But I was mostly hurt.
The reality is Eddie's a rockstar and I'm just a girl from Hawkins, Indiana. He's outgrown Hawkins, and he's outgrown me.
I just wish my heart would accept that.
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Possible Pt. 2 but I'm not sure yet. Depends if I find what I want to add onto the story.
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johnny doesn’t care about getting interrupted while eating you out in your office.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
listen, i saw that new pic where his hair is so perfectly styled and all i could think about was messing it up so here you go.
TAGS/WARNINGS
explicit content (18+ minors do not interact), fantastic four: first steps johnny storm, oral - f receiving, fingering, semi-public sex (reader’s office), accidental voyeurism (they get interrupted by reed), consider this an AU since the movie isn’t out yet.
A knock at your office door has your pen slipping from between your fingers. It rolls across your desk and drops to the floor just as your mentor, Dr. Richards, steps inside.
“Would you prefer to grade the multiple choice or short answer section?” He asks, waving a handful of papers around. You swallow nervously.
“M-multiple choice,” you stammer. Your fingers curl against the edge of the desk. He narrows his eyes, assessing you.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm!”
His brows pinch together in the same way they do when he’s working through a particularly difficult equation. Sweat begins to gather at the base of your neck and you try to focus on keeping your breathing nice and even.
“If you’re not feeling well—“
“I’m fine, Dr. Richards,” you say, the words spilling out in a rush and the pitch of your voice a little too high. You clear your throat and try to smile reassuringly. “P-promise!”
“Alright. I’ll need those back by Tuesday.”
“No problem!”
He sets the exams on your desk and he’s about to leave when he spots something on the floor, bending to pick it up. Your eyes widen and you hold your breath as he stands, your pen pinched between two fingers. He places it on top of papers.
“Have a good night.”
“T-thanks! You, too!”
Dr. Richards finally leaves your office and you drop your head back against your chair, biting your lip to keep a moan from escaping. A warm hand slips beneath your shirt as a devilish tongue continues its assault on your clit.
“I’m going to kill yo— oh my god.” Your threat fades into a bitten off moan. “Do that again.”
Johnny obliges your command, looking up at you from between your thighs. You tangle your fingers in his hair, messing up the perfectly styled golden strands.
“You’re evil,” you tell him. “I can’t believe they call you a superhero.”
He presses two fingers to your soaking wet entrance, sliding them into your heat with practiced ease. Each drag of his talented fingers strokes against a spot inside of you that stokes your burning arousal from ember to full blown flame. You press your palm to your mouth, muffling the moans this infuriating man coaxes from you.
Just as the wave of your orgasm is about to crash over you, Johnny pauses, pulling away. You growl in frustration and he smiles.
“Evil would have been making you cum while Reed was still here.”
You gape at him. “You wouldn’t. He’s my boss. And your brother-in-law!”
“Don’t test me, sweetheart. You know I’m good at exams.”
His mouth returns to your center and he sucks your clit between his lips. You faded release returns, blazing through you with a vengeance. Your muscles tighten and your grip on Johnny’s hair grows desperate, like the contact is the only thing keeping you grounded. He hums and the vibration is what tips you over the edge, your thighs squeezing against his ears. Warm fingers dig into your hips, sparks dancing across your skin.
When your orgasm begins to fade, you finally loosen your hold on Johnny’s hair and slump in your chair, boneless and spent. He gently pushes your chair back, crawling out from beneath your desk with a self-satisfied smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth, lips shiny with your release. His khaki pants are wrinkled from kneeling on the ground and it gives you a strange sense of pride to know that perfectly put together Johnny Storm looks like a mess because of you.
“Come here,” you say. He plants his hands on the armrests of your chair, leaning close. You do your best to smooth his hair back into place while he watches you, brown eyes searching your face. “That’s better.”
Johnny kisses you. It’s quick, over before you can even close your eyes and savor it, but the taste of your release lingers on your lips when he pulls away. That little moment of affection has you burning up even more than the orgasm he just gave you.
“Let’s grade those exams,” he says, taking half the papers from the stack and sitting down in one of the chairs on the other side of your desk. You raise an eyebrow at him.
“You don’t have to stay and help.”
“The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get to round two.”
“Round two?”
“And three and four and—“
You throw a pen at him. He snatches it out of the air.
“You’re a menace,” you tell him.
“It’s part of my charm.”
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cheating on your shitty boyfriend with your best friend johnny storm??? ummm . . . check! ✅️
"shit, baby." he chuckles into your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist— nails digging into his broad forearms by your head.
"your pussy really fuckin' needed me, huh? poor thing." he hums before pulling his hips back and thrusting deeper into you, earning a shudder from your body.
you moan into his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut— his arms lock around your head as he drives his cock deeper and deeper. it feels so good— your lips opening in a trembling 'o' shape as he drills into you.
your eyes are almost crossing and it makes him laugh— "never thought i'd hafta be the one to treat this pussy right." you nod, and he places a kiss on your lips before speaking— "your boyfriend ain't got shit on me."
you whine, whimper, hiss—
"johnnyyy—. . johnny, oh my god . . fuck— i'm!"
"yeah, yeah. cum for me then, drench me, baby. lay it on me. i deserve it for fucking ya so good." he hums, lips pressing against yours. his tongue licking into your mouth with ease, prodding at yours— its so hot.
you whine for a moment, voice cracking as your cunt convulses around his cock in pulses. he groans, eyes shutting for a brief moment before opening quickly to watch your fucked out face.
he feels you drench his pelvis in squirt, your legs trembling and voice going a pitch higher as he continues to fuck into you— effortlessly riding out your orgasm and overstimulating you.
"mmmnn! mmnn.. ! i luuhhh— mmnn... i luhh youuu—" you whine, hooking your arms around his neck, fat heavy tears spilling from your eyes as he pulls you impossibly close.
"yeah. i love you too, baby. fuck— fuck, i love you."
later . . . — your boyfriend stares at his phone, the message popping up out of nowhere. it reads —
' shiiiiit broo... this ur girl?? she sayin she love me! 😬😬 '
