#Leading to people hooking up with him looking for something serious and then when they realize he doesn't care they break up with him

[sysig]

Haven’t seen your slimy face in a while (Patreon)

Bonus original concept sketches from 2018 (left):

Tbh even I find some of these shapes kind of hard to read lol. Really showcases my style progression tho like woah - I was aiming at the time for a kind of shoujo-parody style anyway, but now I struggle with those kinds of shapes! I’m used to a much more cartoony, and darker, and smaller style haha

This was all me tho lol, he’s just a gangly greasy fucker

It’s uncanny right

I had to put in a good bit of interpretation and filling in the details for this one lol - something like a punk vampire aesthetic?? He’s too good for the MC anyway lol, but that’s by design

[dontbesoweirdkira]

howdyyy, what do u think of plat yan! dick grayson (or platonic yan father bruce wayne up to u) with a batsis who is very disinterested with him primarily bc when she was younger she idolised him a lot but now not so much. there are comics where grayson has cheated on his partners before so imagine batsis coming to realise as she aged and matured that her doting brother is a bit of a playboy…. a lot like a playboy actually—

You know, this is actually extremely realistic. There's nothing like the rose color glasses falling off and realizing just how messed up your family truly is.

I'd like to think that there was plenty of jokes and mentions about Dick being a playboy but Batsis would just be absolutely clueless. You probably just thought it was a reference to his charming appearance or the way he gets hit on at least once whenever he goes out. Not really that he was an notorious heart breaker.

Like i don't think the other batkids had serious talks about it in front of you because of your (then) age or maybe it was a request by Dick so he could keep on his perfect mask with you?

Ironically, he wouldn't want any man to treat his little sister (or any of them) the way he does to other women but he has a problem. I will say though, it makes absolute sense that Dick or even the others would have issues keeping relationships or even have sex addictions. I mean it's a real issue that many people are struggling with right now. But can you imagine your father constantly bringing home women and cheating your entire childhood? Like Bruce introduces some of these women to them, they get attached to this potential mother then it's ripped away to be discarded for the new catch. I think that definitely warped Dick's view of women and romance stems from that. *intense mommy issues* But also i mentioned before that it's hard for him to maintain relationships while taking on the fatherly role in the family. His obsession with making sure all of his siblings are cared for and protected(mixed with being nightwing), makes it all the more difficult. Maybe that leads him to just hooking up with and being sloppy in his relationships. Maybe its just a means of stress relief and that causes him to almost dehumanize/objectify the women he "romances".

I'm not saying this is justifiable, cheating is disgusting and his behaviors are something that needs to be corrected regardless of mommy issues but for headcanon sake we are entertaining the concept

I'm not sure how you'd exactly find out about it. Maybe one of the kids let it slip and didn't bother to do damage control because you're old enough now? Maybe you spoke to one of his exes that is still friendly with the batfam? Or maybe your brain started to develop and you realized he wasn't hanging out with that new super model as just friends all night...it was something more and his girlfriend definitely didn't know about it.

Regardless, I think when you finally found out about everything, your world crushed. I don't think you'd hate him but you just feel yucky about the whole thing. Now when you look at him something in your stomach just sinks. You might even wonder if you can trust him. I mean if he's got that much of a problem to be dishonest with his lovers, then why would it be so left field to suggest he lied to you too when he said he loves you or that you were his favorite? The transition from you idolizing him to being standoff-ish would be extremely noticeable to him. I mean it's hard to ignore when you were his mini me. Even as you got older you followed him around and never skipped an opportunity to be near.

He wouldn't think that it was because of the playboy thing, maybe just you needing some space as a teen. Everyone has gone through that phase before but when he notices your shift is only directed towards him, he's a little upset about it. He doesn't understand what he did wrong? One day you guys are eating ice cream together while having a sleepover in his room to you treating him like a disease.

Eventually your big brother corners you and makes you to confess whats bothering you. He apologizes if something he said rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn't keep treating him this way.

"uhm..i dunno, dick? I found out how you've been treating you partners and i think it's kinda gross. I guess i just don't really wanna be around someone who treats women like that right now..."

I think Dick's reaction would be complete shock....who tf told you?! He has no defense but he tries to muster up one before realizing this is just making him look worse when EVERYBODY knows how much of a whore he is lol. He'd back off of you and maybe even mutter an apology before walking away to go collect himself.

He's furious as well...whoever told you will be getting an earful because they just ruined something precious to him. (yeah they did. totally not his OWN actions) If it was one of his brothers, he will be throwing hands.

Dick does very much care about others perception of him, i've said this before. He knew he had a problem and his other siblings have spoken to him about it and it affected him but never enough to change. It's just a far deeper issue than wanting a quick fuck in the expense of his partners...But seeing his baby sister look at him with just so much disgust and disappointment was enough to cause him to spiral. He's not proud of his actions and knows he's hurt and discarded of many, many women for his own satisfaction. It's deplorable. I can imagine him taking maybe a few days to himself, he's just in his head while being overtaken by heavy guilt.

I'm not sure if Dick would actually change for you though? I think he is even debating it. Yeah he's a yandere for his batsis but is his obsession with you enough to kick the other one to the curb? That's up to you. A hopeful person would say, yes he would. Anything for his babybat! He's going to do whatever it takes to prove himself again, anything to make you proud. This habit isn't worth it if hes loosing you.

My opinion? No, he won't change after his guilt wears off. He'll just pretend like he's reborn. Dick would try for like a week and then go right back to doing his habits. He's a manipulative piece of work and yeah, lying to you is bad but he wants his cake and to eat it too. He's not willing to give up anything that gives him a euphoric boost. Shh...what you don't know, won't kill you.

[videovamptramp]

i’m right over here, why can’t you see me? (2)

// when ellie’s reaction to you and abby hooking up isn’t quite what you expected, she leads you right into abby’s open arms. //

[warnings: jealousy, pining, angst, slight arguing, angry!ellie, illusions to one-sided feelings, simp!abby, fuckgirl!ellie, sexual implications]

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this is pt.2 (pt.1 can be found here)

abby was always taught to be the bigger person. her father consistently reminded her that no matter how people treat her, she should always be the bigger person. that’s most of the reason why she’s so reserved and non-confrontational. when she first started university, she knew she didn’t quite fit in. unlike a vast majority of students around here, she wasn’t here for the “college” experience. she was just here to play soccer and get her degree in engineering. she also noticed you from the first day of freshman year, but she was way too shy to say hi to you. abby’s never really been good at flirting or starting conversation with new people. she often feels too awkward, or too intimidated to say anything.

manny took a liking to her right away; the school got his rooming situation mixed up, and that’s how he ended up being abby’s roommate. it was strange at first for her; she was wary about having a guy as a roommate. but she quickly learned manny was a cool guy. he was funny, and hung up pictures of him and his dad right away. abby could relate, as she was very close to her dad as well.

manny slowly seemed to get abby out of her shell, and would invite her to various functions and parties. but he quickly learned if it didn’t have anything to do with soccer, abby wasn’t really interested. even the girls who threw themselves at the dark haired blonde, would get shot down without abby even realizing she was rejecting them. you were ironically the first person abby found herself interested in. hell, after the party yesterday, abby was almost certain she was enthralled by you.

after walking you back to your dorm, you gave abby your number and hugged her tightly. abby walked all the way back to her shared room with a dorky grin on her face. she could still smell your girly perfume, and all she could think about was your pretty smile. a part of her wondered if you’d cave and call ellie, but when you texted her after she had gotten out of the shower, she knew you didn’t.

y/n (1:34 a.m): i can’t wait to see how she reacts tomorrow, thanks for helping me haha

y/n (1:35 a.m): and thank you for keeping me company tonight, i really liked getting to know you abby 🖤

the smile that tugged at her lips after reading your message was nearly unrecognizable. as she walked out of the bathroom with her eyes and thumbs on her phone screen, manny raises a brow in slight suspicion at the peculiar sight.

abby (1:42 a.m): i really liked getting to know you too, i hope we can get to know each other better :) i was serious about teaching you how to ride a horse lol

“that’s a face i’ve never seen before.” manny states observingly, causing abby to look away from her phone, over at her roommate who was flashing her an intrigued smile. a blush coats her freckled covered cheeks as she thinks about you and your smile. “you remember that girl from my women’s history class? y/n?” abby reminds her best friend, who throws his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh. “abby you jugadora (player)! i knew you’d get laid eventually.” he taunts causing the jock to roll her eyes. “i didn’t ‘get laid’, gross ass. i finally said more than five words to her. i got her number too.” abby smirks, and mischief glints in manny’s eyes. “so nora dragging you to that party was a good thing then?” he half taunts and abby’s phone chimes, signaling that you’ve texted her again; her face gets hot, and manny chuckles.

y/n (1:44 a.m): i’ll be waiting for you to set something up when we’re not tipsy then ;)

abby (1:46a.m): i don’t think you’ll be waiting for very long <3 goodnigjt y/n, sleep tight

y/n (1:47 a.m): goodnight abby 🖤

when you wake up the next morning, your head is throbbing, and thoughts of last night begin to flood your mind. suddenly you remember all about abby’s plan to make ellie jealous. you reach over for your phone and see you have a string of missed calls, and five texts from ellie. your heart thumps as you open the text thread with the brunette.

ellie (2:20 a.m): you home??

ellie (6:34 a.m): why didn’t you call me last night?

ellie (6:35 a.m): did you make it back to your room safely??

ellie (9:35 a.m): you going to class today?

ellie (11:47 a.m) did you really hookup with anderson last night? it’s all that nora chick and her friend are talking about rn.

your cheeks heat up as you read the last message; word certainly seems to move fast around here. before you can even think about a response to ellie’s various messages, your gaze wanders to the time. your eyes widen as you gasp, realizing you slept nearly half the day away; it was already 2:30 p.m and nobody except for abby knew you were alive. you scurry off your bed, and just as your about to grab your clothes and stuff to shower, dina comes barging into your shared dorm. “dude, is it true!? did you hookup with the captain of the soccer team last night!?” dina sounds excited, and your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, causing her to gasp.

“you did! holy shit, y/n… i didn’t think you had it in you.” she comments, sounding a bit impressed. “what? you didn’t think i had enough rizz to pull abby anderson?” you question half jokingly, causing the raven haired girl to laugh loudly. “oh no, i’m well aware you can pull whoever you want, i just didn’t think you’d move on from ellie so fast! i didn’t even come home last night, i spent the night listening to ellie rant about you and abby hunky anderson.” dina teases you mercilessly, doing nothing to ease the way your face is burning.

the raven haired girls eyes then widen, shining with pure amusement. “did you two do it in here? on your bed!?” she cackles before whistling, “who are you?” dina asks half jokingly as she begins to walk over to her side of the room, reaching for her biology textbook. “you’re leaving again?” you ask out loud, and dina nods, turning her head and flashing you a roguish smile. “yup, i’m studying with jesse till five.” she admits, and you raise your brows, offering her a disbelieving expression. “studying or fucking?” you ask her, poking fun at the slightly taller girl. she rolls her eyes, but looks away from you in order to keep you from seeing the way her face changes in color. “unlike you, i am considerate of jesse’s roommate. we wait until he’s at work.” dina’s response causes you to laugh, shaking your head in amusement.

“whatever. i’m going to shower, and change into pajamas. maybe i’ll make myself a cup soup and watch reruns of buffy all evening.” you tell her, and dina snorts. “maybe you could call anderson to join you. i’m sure she’ll be up for round two.” dina’s voice is sardonic but dripping with lightheartedness. “who says we didn’t already have round two?” you inquire challengingly, causing dina to gasp as she reaches for a pillow on her bed, tossing it right at you. you laugh loudly, as you make your way towards the door with your pajamas and toothbrush in hands. right as you open the door to rush out, you come face to face with ellie who had been debating with herself on whether to knock or not.

her eyebrows meet her hairline as she sees you, your mascara from last night a mess, and your hairs a mess. there’s a wave of hot, red anger that surges throughout the brunette as she realizes you’ve been so busy with abby anderson, you haven’t been able to answer any of her messages, or even been able to wash your face. her eyes flicker over to your bed that’s a mess, and suddenly unwanted images of abby fucking you on your bed flood her mind.

“it’s nice to see you’re alive.” ellie grumbles a bit dramatically as she pushes her way into the room, causing dina to turn around and look at you. “you knew i was okay. i was with abby.” you respond, and the mere mention of the other girl seems to set ellie off. “no i didn’t know that y/n! i don’t know a fucking thing about abby! she could’ve been a weirdo who only wanted to take advantage of you—” you cut ellie off before she can say something stupid, “but she wasn’t! abby and i are both two consenting adults who hooked up, just like everyone else around here!” you snap a bit harshly, and the words feel like a slap to the face for ellie. “so the rumors are true? you and anderson hooked up last night?” ellie’s voice sounds hurt, and you can’t even recognize the expression that’s etched onto her features.

“uh, jesse’s waiting for me, so i’ll let you guys talk.” dina declares a bit awkwardly, she can feel the tension in the room, but she decides to stay out of it and walk away. before she walks out, the raven haired girl flashes you a look of reassurance. when she shuts the door behind her, you and ellie are left alone. you shake your head, “why do you sound so angry about it? you hookup with girls all the time!” you counterpoint, and ellie shakes her head. “but i never ditch you to do it!” she hisses, while you respond with an eye roll. “yes you do! ellie, you ditched me last night for angela! you do it at every party with different girls, but the one time i do it, it’s a problem?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i was worried about you! i don’t care about your meaningless, shitty hookup with anderson.” ellie spits rudely, and you let out an angry laugh of disbelief. “shitty? why do you think i was asleep all day? it was amazing.” you nearly grimace as you realize you sound like you’re trying too hard to convince ellie. “besides, abby already asked me on a date. she wants to go horseback riding.” you lie right through your teeth, and ellie lets out a chuckle. “yeah? that sounds like complete bullshit.” she calls you on your bluff, and you raise a brow, “what sounds like bullshit? that someone could actually want something more than a hookup with me?” you ask challengingly, causing ellie’s annoyed expression to falter. “no, y/n, that’s not what i meant…” she trails off, her voice lowering slightly.

“then what did you mean? because to me it sounds like you think all abby or anyone could ever want me for is a hookup.” you reply dryly, but ellie can detect the slight hurt in your tone. she shakes her head again, “no that isn’t— it’s not you! it’s abby! girls like her aren’t actually interested in dating anyone. i mean, half the cheerleading team said she sleeps with girls and never talks to them again!” ellie points out, and you furrow your eyebrows. “since when do you listen to rumors?” you demand, making her run her fingers through her hair in frustration. “you can’t seriously be thinking about going out with her, are you?”

her question causes you to frown, “yes i am. and unless you can give me an actual reason on why i shouldn’t, then we have nothing left to fight about.” your voice is strangely stern, and something in ellie’s stomach drops because of it. “i’m going to go shower… just like was before you barged in here.” you know you sound meaner than usual, but you can’t help it. ellie was supposed to be showing you how sexy she was when she was jealous, not what a jerk she was. you didn’t even mean to lie about your date with abby; it had just slipped out. ellie had a way of pushing your buttons, and in a way you knew the more you talked about abby, the more you were pushing hers. you walk out of your room, shutting the door behind you and leaving ellie alone. she can’t help but glance over at the messy, undid bed that was taunting her. ellie hates thinking about you and abby together, but she still can’t figure out why. dina was right, the brunette might just be the most oblivious person on the planet.

you’re not as upset after getting clean. a warm shower and a fresh set of pajamas always makes you feel better. when you get back to your room, ellie is no longer there, but there's a twinge of guilt that runs through your veins. you push it as far away from your thoughts as you can. you know you shouldn't feel bad; after all, ellie has been raving about how "pretty" and "hot" angela is for the last four weeks! you shouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty for making her jealous with abby.

as your mind thinks about the honey blonde girl, a small, inevitable smile makes it's way onto your lips. though the smile falls fast when you realize you're going to have to ask abby to help you again. this time it was your own doing; you angrily lied to ellie and told her you had a date with abby. in a way it made you feel a bit pathetic, faking a date. the cruel voice in your head was telling you that ellie was right; you couldn't get a date with someone like abby... not an actual date at least. but ellie didn't really know that. as far as she knew, you were going to be riding off into the sunset with abby after your date.

ellie doesn’t text you throughout the rest of the evening or night. a part of you feels a bit bad for lying to her, but the other part of you knows you only did it because she was acting stupid. the next morning you wake up and get ready for your classes; feeling way better than you did yesterday. abby sees you walking to your second class, which happens to be women’s history with her. she can’t stop herself from approaching you, regardless of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“y/n.” she greets you with that soft accent, that causes an unfamiliar warmth to course throughout your body. “abigail.” you respond back, unable to contain the smile on your face. “how did things go with williams yesterday?” she asks curiously, and your smile falls at the mention of your best friend. “not good? was my plan a bust?” she questions cautiously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. you sigh, “i don’t know. i mean, she was really mad yesterday when she came to my room. she heard people saying we hooked up, and she said all you wanted was to hookup and never talk to me again…” you trail off, and abby opens her mouth to disagree, but you go on before she can get a word out.

“i kinda got really mad when she said that and i might’ve lied to her about us having a date.” you blush in pure embarrassment, and abby lets out a laugh. “oh jeez, i don’t even wanna picture how angry she got when you told her that.” abby’s voice is light, yet there’s a slight seriousness in her tone; she remembers the way ellie was glaring at her the other night. you shake your head, a small frown etching itself onto your face. abby can’t figure out how you look so pretty all the time; even when you’re upset. “yeah she was pretty mad… but who cares? she’s just acting like a jerk! i mean, to be jealous is one thing but she doesn’t have to be an asshole about it. she’s supposed to be my best friend. realistically she’s supposed to be happy for me.” you mutter, causing the blonde to raise her brows in amusement.

“she’s your best friend who’s in love with you. the more time you spend with me, the angrier she’s gonna get.” abby points out with a slight mumble, and you sigh, “if ellie is as in love with me as you and dina say she is, then she would’ve said something yesterday. but she didn’t. i honestly think ellie just isn’t into me like that.” you sound genuinely sad as you come to terms with this, and the dismal expression on your face causes something to tug at abby’s heartstrings. she doesn’t like seeing you sad.

“she’s just stubborn. she needs more of a push. i mean you said she got upset when you told her we have a date.” abby tries, as you both stand outside of the classroom, continuing the conversation. “yeah, but she’s ellie, she literally has anger issues. maybe she was just mad that i promised to call, and i didn’t.” you explain, and abby shrugs. “then lets go on a date. let’s see how ellie reacts to it.” the taller girl throws the idea out there, causing you to freeze. you look at her, “you wanna take me on a “date”, just so i can see how ellie reacts?” your voice has suspicion laced throughout it, as abby nods. “why do you wanna help me so badly?” you interrogate slightly, obviously not trusting the blonde.

she laughs at the way your eyes are narrowed, and she can’t help but find every expression of yours absolutely adorable. “because i like you. you’re the coolest person i’ve met around here aside from nora and manny. i’ll help you get the girl if that’s what you want. i’m a great wingman.” she winks at you, and you roll your eyes playfully, that genuine smile that causes abby’s heart to palpitate returns. “you’re also a very sweet person.” you add onto her boast; this causes the back of her neck to heat up, as she looks down at her boots and smiles. you wrap your arms around her and hug her tightly, just like you did the other night.

and just like the first time you hugged her, abby’s mind begins to race as the smell of your perfume takes over her senses. she hugs you back, and when you pull away you have this mischievous grin on your face. “i guess we’ve officially got a date then, anderson.” you half joke, as you lead abby into the classroom. abby’s sure her face is as red as a tomato, and she’s much too busy thinking about how soft you are and how good you smell to think of a good response. instead, all abby can do is follow you like a puppy to your seat. she sits down next to you, and throughout the entire class, she doesn’t pay attention once.

after the class ends she realizes she hasn’t taken a single note, and has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. every thought she seemed to have, circled back to you. the worst of it was, you were probably thinking about ellie while she was thinking about you nonstop.

after class, she groans to herself as she realizes she has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. she was too busy stealing glances at you, and thinking about your “date”.

“god, what the hell did i get myself into?”

abby thinks to herself as she walks into her shared dorm. she throws herself onto her bed, her thoughts never leaving you.

meanwhile ellie slams the door behind her as she storms into her room. she can’t help but feel more upset than ever. she saw you and abby walking to class today, and it caused an ugly green wave of jealousy to wash over her. for a moment she actually wanted to go up to abby and punch her right in front of you, though ellie knew you’d never forgive her for that. but ellie also couldn’t just sit around and watch you fall for abby fucking anderson.

suddenly, she pauses in the middle of pacing as an idea hits her; like a lightbulb lighting up over her head. ellie knows what she has to do; she’s going to ruin your date with abby, and she has a million different ideas on how to do it.

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team abby or team ellie? 👀

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it’s been a while - stanford!art donaldson x reader

author’s note: hey guys I’m back asf 😝 my challengers obsession is on another level I don’t wanna talk about it I can’t put it into words. this fic is lowkey inspired by a few diff scenes from the movie but also by this (NSFW!!!!!) tweet that i found -> https://x.com/sexarchiv/status/1818683083681677640?s=46

I hope y'all enjoy! I wrote this rlly fast lmao (ps: the jack schlossberg scandal fic is coming soon i promise <3)

WARNINGS! pnv, oral (f receiving), cheating, humping i guess, reader is dating patrick, they hook up in the readers dorm at stanford, basically reader is tashi but like not actually

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It had been a month since you've started school and you had barely seen Art. You’d seen your boyfriend Patrick more times than him, and Patrick didn’t even go to Stanford. One day when you're on the courts practicing, Art walks in and begins to watch you play.

“You gonna say something stranger? Or are you just gonna keep staring like a creep?” You say sarcastically. 

He laughs and tilts his head, leaning against the fence behind him. 

"Hey now, I'm just admiring the view. You're looking pretty good out there.” 

His eyes scan over your body, a playful smirk on his face.

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing like nonstop. How have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” 

You pick up your things and begin to walk towards the food court.

"Pretty good, pretty good. Just been keeping up with tennis practice and trying to keep my grades up. You know, the usual student life." He chuckles and glances over at you. "I've missed seeing your face. It's been too long."

“How come you haven't said hi? Not to guilt you or anything, but l've been pretty lonely since school started. I could use someone to talk to and I'm sure you could too. college is hard”

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you, a genuinely concerned expression on his face. 

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I thought you had been avoiding me. I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, you know?" 

“Why would I be avoiding you, Art?”

You take a bite out of the churro you snagged on the way in before offering it to Art to have a bite. He takes a bite and continues talking with his mouth full.

"Well, honestly, I thought maybe it was because of how I used to flirt with you. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea or anything, especially with you and Patrick…” His voice trails off for a moment while he swallows his food. “But if I'm being completely honest, l've missed our friendship and I’ve missed hanging out with you." 

“Wait, you were serious with that? I thought you were kidding with the flirty stuff.”

He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. 

"Uh, well, I mean, I do enjoy messing around and getting a rise out of people. But with you..it was different.

“Oh god, Art, I’m sorry. if I would've known I-“

He shakes his head and stops you there with a smile. "No, no need to apologize. Honestly, it was probably more on me than it was on you. I have a hard time being serious sometimes, you know that.”

You pause for a moment to think.

“Hey, let’s go back to my dorm. My roommate is gone for the weekend.”

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Oh? Yeah... yeah let's go."

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You head back to the dorm, barely making it through the door before his lips meet yours.

*He eagerly reciprocates, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.

The kiss begins to deepen and he goes towards your bed. 

“Wait... Art... I need to... shower... we can’t.”

His lips trail down your neck as he gently pushes you onto the bed, his hand sliding down your side. 

"I don't care... I want you now." He whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

“Wait, c'mere.” You continue to kiss him and lead him towards the bathroom. You fumble with the shower behind you turning it on and he begins to tug at your clothes.

He moans against your lips, his hands expertly removing your clothes. 

"Fuck... I need you." He steps back to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body. He quickly sheds his own clothes before joining you under the hot water. He presses you against the cool tile and continues to devour your mouth.

He kisses down your body, lowering himself on his knees. He reaches your thigh, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He parts your folds with his fingers, his tongue following suit. 

"You're so fucking beautiful..." He murmurs, the sound almost lost in the pounding water. Licking and sucking on your clit, he moans into you. He's starving, a hunger only the taste of your release can satisfy. You feel his hard-on hit your leg. You were too busy kissing to pay attention when he had undressed, but he was bigger than you thought. 

He feels your leg quiver and his cock twitches at the thought of being inside you. He pushes two fingers into you, curling them to find that spot that makes you squirm. He sucks and licks at your clit with more force, his other hand gripping your ass tighter. Your head falls back as you reach your climax, your leg shaking beneath you. 

Art licks you clean and stands back up meeting your face. His tongue enters your mouth, your own release sweet on his lips. He grinds against your leg needy for his own relief. 

“You wanna cum baby?” 

He can barely form words to answer your question. He continues to grind against you, his cock painfully hard at this point.

"Ple-please. I wanna be inside you... fuck-" He whimpers into your neck while you rub him teasingly. He's so needy for you.

“Fine, let's dry off first.” You turn off the shower and get out leaving him.

You dry yourself off, bending over to dry your legs. Everything is on display for him, he tries to touch himself but you stop him. 

“No touching, you can wait a minute.”

He groans in frustration, his cock throbbing with need. He watches you intently, admiring your body with open lust. 

"I-I can wait..." He stammers, trying to keep his hands off himself.

You throw a towel at him and head over to your bed. He can see you from the bathroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and stare at him patiently. Rushing to dry off, he runs over to you and drops the towel. He hovers over you as you lean back, letting your legs spread. He gasps at the sight of you, his cock jerking instinctively. 

"Fuck..." He mutters helplessly.

“You want me to make you feel better?” He nods, staring at you with doe eyes. “Okay. Sit down.”

He quickly sits on your bed, back against the pillows. You straddle him, slightly hovering over his leaking cock. You lower yourself and grind against him, slipping and sliding on his length but not yet letting him enter you.

“Does this feel good baby?”

He moans loudly, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Yes..!" He moans, trying to control his breathing as he feels your wetness slick against him.

"Please..."

“Ready?” He nods. 

You lift yourself up before lowering back down onto him, this time taking his full length inside of you. He whimpers and quickly bottoms out. Nearly cumming just from being inside of you, he stares up at you, no sound leaving his mouth beside moans. 

His blue eyes intensely follow your face as you ride him. His grip on your ass tightens as you grind on him. He reaches up, his fingers tracing your jaw as he moans helplessly. He's not going to last long, the feel of you tight around him is sending his mind into overdrive. His hips buck up against yours, thrusting desperately into your warm depths. His cock twitches inside of you, he's close. You ride him slower, thinking it will edge him. Instead, it puts him over the top. 

He cums inside you, the feeling of his release making you clench around his cock, having a second orgasm. Feeling you tightening around him sends jolts of pleasure through his system as he spills his release inside you. He groans loudly, his fingers digging into your hips as he watches you through heavy lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his lips. 

"Fuck, baby..." Collapsing on top of him, he kisses your neck. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

His hands slowly, gently trace up and down your back as he holds you to his chest. His lips brush against your neck softly, eliciting a pleased sigh from you. 

“We should do that again sometime.” You smirk.

You broke up with Patrick later that day.

[chelseaknoo]

hey love, could you please write a eminem x female reader where it takes place in 2001, just a few months after he and kim got divorced. the reader is a victoria secret model (she is like 24) and she and eminem start casually hooking up. it wasn't supposed to be anything serious since they both weren't looking for it. after a while, they start developing feelings but neither of them says anything about it. then the reader finds out she is pregnant with his baby, which obviously changes everything. when she first tells him she is pregnant, he doesn't believe it's his, saying she must have go around or something and it's leads to a fight.

2000s Eminem x Victoria secrets model!reader

caution:sexual content<3

The bar was alive with pulsing energy, music blaring and bodies moving. Marshall leaned against the counter, half-hidden beneath the brim of his cap, jaw tight. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk or smiles tonight, but being here was better than being stuck alone with his thoughts.

He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes scanning the room without interest—until they landed on her. You. You were perched at the far end of the bar, effortlessly magnetic. Your laughter carried through the noise, your smile lighting up the dim space. He tried to look away, but when your eyes met his, a challenge sparked between you.

You cocked your head slightly, amused by his attention. Deciding not to waste a moment, you sauntered over, weaving through the crowd like you owned the place. You stopped in front of him, the faintest smirk playing on your lips.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased.

He leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “You always fish for compliments, or just when it’s this easy?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. His tone was sharp, but there was a hint of a smile lurking beneath the surface. Intrigued, you crossed your arms. “Not my fault you’re staring.”

“Yeah?” He took another sip, eyes never leaving yours. “Must be my lucky night.”

You laughed, a low, genuine sound. “Is that your idea of flirting? No wonder you’re standing here alone.”

“Oh, I’m not alone.” He gestured vaguely at the crowd. “I’ve got all these people I don’t care about to keep me company.”

“Charming.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. Something about his attitude was infuriating and intriguing all at once. “So, what’s your excuse tonight?”

“For what? Brooding in the corner?” He tilted his head, a flash of something darker crossing his eyes. “Maybe I like it here. Low expectations, fake smiles. Suits me.”

You studied him for a moment, catching the bitterness beneath the bravado. “You really do like pushing people away, don’t you?”

“Only when they get too close,” he shot back, but there was a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes. He leaned in, voice dropping. “Why? Planning to get close?”

“Depends,” you said, matching his intensity. “You gonna keep being an ass, or are you capable of real conversation?”

He chuckled, a mix of surprise and amusement. “You got guts, I’ll give you that.” For a moment, the mask slipped, and something genuine shone through. “What’s a model doing in a place like this anyway?”

“Looking for a real night.” Your gaze didn’t waver. “Not that you care.”

“Maybe I do.” He set his drink down and stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. His voice softened, but there was a rough edge to it. “Or maybe you’re just another pretty face looking for a story.”

“Maybe.” You smiled, defiant. “And maybe you’re just another angry guy with a chip on his shoulder.”

He paused, then nodded, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Touché.”

For a beat, neither of you spoke, tension crackling in the air. Then he broke it. “You wanna get outta here?”

“Is that your idea of an invitation?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Take it or leave it,” he replied, already turning toward the door.

You followed, heart pounding. Whatever this was, it wasn’t ordinary—and that’s exactly what you both needed. No promises, no strings—just two people escaping for a night.

Marshall led you through the back door into the cool night air, the music’s pulse fading into the distance. His house was a short walk away, nestled between the shadows of the city’s skyscrapers. The silence between you was charged, a dance of anticipation that neither of you had the will to break.

Inside, the space was surprisingly neat, a stark contrast to the chaos of the bar. The only light came from a flickering neon sign in the window, casting an eerie glow on his face. You kicked off your heels, the click-clack of them hitting the floor echoing in the quiet. He offered you a seat on the couch, the leather cool against your bare legs.

Marshall took his time getting you a drink, the clink of ice and the soft splash of whiskey punctuating the silence. He handed it to you without looking, his gaze lingering on the way your fingers wrapped around the glass. You took a sip, the fiery liquid doing little to soothe the storm brewing in your stomach.

You set the drink down and met his gaze, the air thick with something unspoken. In a single fluid motion, he closed the gap between you, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you into him. Your breath hitched, your heart racing as his eyes searched yours for permission. You didn’t need to say a word—your body spoke for you.

Marshall’s lips found yours in a kiss that was as intense as it was unexpected, his touch gentle yet demanding. The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue as you explored the contours of his mouth, the roughness of his stubble against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles, the rapid beat of his heart.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you off the couch and carried you to his bedroom, the world outside fading away as the door clicked shut behind you. The room was simple, the bed unmade—a stark reflection of his tumultuous mind. He set you down on the bed, and the softness of the mattress gave way beneath you, the smell of his cologne enveloping you as you fell back.

"Marshall—" You breathed his name, but he silenced you with another kiss, his hands roaming over your body, learning every curve and contour.

"Don't talk," he murmured against your skin. "You're too good at it."

You giggled despite the heat of the moment, pushing him away playfully. "You're an ass, you know that?"

"But you like it." He smirked, his eyes dark and gleaming.

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you did. There was something about his brusque demeanor that was oddly refreshing. "Keep telling yourself that."

"I don't need to tell myself anything. Your body's doing all the talking for you." His hand traced the line of your jaw, then down your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Is that your usual pick-up line?" You teased, trying to keep your voice light despite the growing heaviness in your chest.

"Don't need lines." He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "Just the truth."

You felt a thrill at his words, a delicious blend of excitement and annoyance. "And what's that?"

He whispered, "That you want this as much as I do."

And it was true. The way he held you, the way his eyes searched yours—there was something raw and vulnerable in his touch that you hadn't expected. You reached up, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Prove it," you whispered, your voice a challenge.

Marshall's expression grew more intense, his eyes searching yours. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand sliding up your thigh, his thumb tracing circles that made you gasp into his mouth. You could feel the tension in his body, the need, the hunger—and it mirrored your own.

"I'm not playing games," he growled, his teeth grazing your lower lip.

"Neither am I." You met his gaze, unflinching. "But if you want this, you can't just take. You've got to give, too."

He paused, his hand stilling. For a moment, you saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but then he leaned back, his fingers tracing your cheek. "Fine," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

The next kiss was softer, more tender. He broke it to peel away your dress, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. "Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with appreciation.

You didn’t bother with his shirt. Instead, you slid your hands under the fabric, feeling the heat of his body and the ripple of his muscles. He groaned, the sound sending a thrill through you, urging you on. You kissed him again, his tongue dancing with yours, as you both fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. When it finally fell open, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took.

Marshall’s hands moved to the back of your bra, deftly unhooking it. He broke the kiss to pull the straps down your arms, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air. He took one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the peak. You gasped, arching into his touch.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his eyes raking over you.

The words were simple, but the way he said them, like he truly meant them, made your stomach flip. You didn’t feel perfect, not after the day you’d had, but here, with him, you felt alive. You reached down to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing through the quiet room. He watched you, his eyes never leaving yours, as you unzipped his jeans and slid them down his hips.

He was already hard, the evidence of his desire for you straining against his boxers. You reached down to touch him, feeling the heat and the power of him in your hand. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment before snapping open again, a silent demand in them.

"Take them off," he said, his voice low and rough.

You smirked, enjoying the power you had over him, and slid his boxers down. He stepped out of them, his erection springing free. You took him in your hand again, stroking gently. He hissed, his eyes going half-lidded with pleasure.

"You're sure you want this?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"More than I've ever been," you assured him.

Marshall leaned in to kiss you again, his hand moving between your legs, finding you wet and ready. He stroked you through the fabric of your panties, the pressure building. You moaned into his mouth, your hips rocking against his hand.

You pulled away, panting. "Take these off," you demanded, hooking your thumbs into the waistband.

He smirked, enjoying your urgency. He slid your panties down, taking his time to kiss and nip at your thighs as he did. You kicked them off, eager to feel his bare skin against yours.

Marshall hovered over you, his eyes searching yours one last time. He positioned himself at your entrance, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his.

He pushed into you, slow and steady, filling you completely. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, then began to move, his strokes long and deep.

You wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper, your hips rising to meet each thrust. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building inside you. He kissed your neck, his teeth scraping gently against your skin, his breath hot in your ear as he whispered, "You feel so good."

You moaned in response, the words lost in the symphony of sensations. Your hands roamed his back, your nails scoring his skin, urging him on.

Marshall’s pace quickened, his breathing ragged. You could feel him getting closer, his muscles tensing. "Come for me," he murmured.

And you did, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, crashing over you and pulling him under with you. He followed, his body tensing before he released with a guttural groan.

After, he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty. The room was still, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

"You okay?" he asked after a moment, his voice gruff with satisfaction.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah."

Marshall rolled onto his side, taking you with him so you were both lying face-to-face. His hand trailed down your spine, coming to rest on the curve of your ass. He squeezed gently, and you felt a new thrill run through you.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that you felt in your core.

This pattern became our routine for weeks. We’d hook up, share nights of raw intensity and fleeting vulnerability, only to pull away and go silent afterward. Neither of us reached out; neither of us tried to bridge the gap. It was easier that way, or so we told ourselves. The walls we built kept things uncomplicated, even if the distance stung more than either of us would admit.

Then, one morning, as you prepared for a photoshoot for Victoria’s Secret’s new lingerie collection, a wave of nausea hit you out of nowhere. You tried to shake it off, blaming it on nerves or exhaustion, but your body had other plans. Within minutes, you found yourself rushing to the nearest bathroom, retching until there was nothing left. The sickness didn’t stop there. You steadied yourself against the sink, splashing cold water on your face, willing the dizziness to pass, but the nausea kept clawing at you.

Your team knocked on the door, concerned, but you assured them it was just a bug—something you’d shake off in time for the shoot. Deep down, though, a knot of worry twisted in your stomach. This wasn’t like you. As you tried to gather yourself, your mind raced, unwilling to confront the possibility that lingered at the edges of your thoughts. The routine you and Marshall had built—the one that kept feelings at bay—suddenly felt fragile, as if everything was about to change.

Your team, noticing how pale and unsteady you were, decided to cut you some slack and let you leave the shoot early. They offered sympathetic smiles and reassurances as you gathered your things, insisting you take care of yourself. The drive home was a blur; you couldn’t shake the nausea or the gnawing feeling that something bigger was happening. Once you stepped inside your apartment, the quiet only amplified your racing thoughts.

After pacing the living room for what felt like an eternity, you finally made a decision. You slipped on a hoodie and sunglasses, heading to the nearest pharmacy. Every step felt heavier than the last. Back home, with the pregnancy test in your hand, you locked yourself in the bathroom. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness as you waited for the results, your heart pounding in your chest.

When the test finally showed positive, you stared at it, unblinking. The truth hit you like a punch to the gut—you were pregnant. And it wasn’t just anyone’s baby; it was Marshall Mathers’. You sank onto the edge of the bathtub, the implications crashing down on you. This wasn’t what either of you had planned. The casual hookups, the silent stretches of avoidance, the unspoken boundaries—it all seemed to shatter under the weight of this reality. Whatever happened next, everything was about to change.

You decided you needed clarity, so you booked an appointment with your doctor to confirm what you already knew in your heart. Sitting in the sterile, quiet office, you felt a mixture of nerves and dread. When the doctor confirmed you were a few weeks pregnant, it made everything real in a way that no test could. You were carrying Marshall’s baby. You spent the rest of the day processing the news, your mind racing with questions and fears. What would this mean for you? For him? For the strange, fragile connection you both shared?

As days passed, you wrestled with when—or even how—you would tell him. But the longer you waited, the heavier the secret felt. Finally, you decided it was time. That evening, you found yourself standing outside Marshall’s house, nerves taut. The air was chilly, and you wrapped your arms around yourself for warmth. For a long moment, you just stood there, staring at the door, memories of all your past encounters flashing through your mind. Would this be the end of whatever unspoken bond you had? Or the beginning of something neither of you were ready for?

Steeling yourself, you knocked on the door. Each second that passed without an answer felt like an eternity. Just as you were about to reconsider, the door swung open. Marshall stood there, eyes shadowed with curiosity—and something else you couldn’t quite place. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his usual guarded expression in place.

“Hey,” he said, the word heavy with unspoken questions.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside. “We need to talk.”

Marshall stepped aside, his eyes narrowing as he took in your expression. Without a word, he led you inside, shutting the door firmly behind you. The air was thick with tension as he gestured toward the couch. You sat down, hands clasped tightly in your lap, feeling the weight of what you were about to say pressing down on your chest.

He stayed standing for a moment, studying you with a mix of impatience and concern. Finally, he moved to sit across from you, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze unrelenting. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and stern. “What’s this about?”

His reaction was instant, almost volcanic. “What?! You can’t be serious! This isn’t happening!” His voice rose, the familiar ferocity of the rapper spilling over, amplifying the tension in the room.

“I am serious, Marshall! I didn’t plan this—” you exclaimed, your heart racing.

“So, what, you think I’m just gonna believe you? You've been with other guys, right?” He paced the room, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “I can’t—no. This isn’t mine. It can’t be mine!”

You think I’m a whore?” your heart pounded as the hurt reverberated through your chest. “You’re the one who can’t commit to anything or anyone since Kim,” you shot back, the defensiveness bitter on your tongue.

“That's not fair! I'm not the one who’s out there in front of all those guys, flaunting myself in lingerie! What do you expect me to think?” he yelled, pacing the small space as if it would somehow help.

“I’m a model, Marshall! It’s my job! But that doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with every guy who looks my way,” you retorted, your own anger boiling over. You rose from your seat, your body instinctively wanting to challenge his accusations, but deep down, you felt the crack forming between you two.

“Then why the hell am I supposed to believe that this baby is mine?” he spat, his eyes narrowing. It was as if the atmosphere thickened with every accusatory word. “You think I don’t know what these kinds of girls do? You think I don’t see what guys have to say about you? Them drooling all over you!”

“Don’t you dare reduce me to a stereotype, Marshall!” you shouted back. “This isn’t about some random guys! I’ve spent months with you, not them! I thought we had something real, but clearly, it was just me!” The vulnerability you felt clashed against the fierce independence you’d cultivated, and the contrast was almost suffocating.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before playing house with me when you had God knows who else around you!” His words sliced through the air, leaving you stunned into silence. The pain of betrayal washed over you, mingling with the looming fear of the unknown.

The tension in the room was suffocating. You could feel it in every taut muscle, every word spoken through clenched teeth. Marshall’s disbelief had shifted into anger, and your patience was wearing thin. Neither of you seemed willing to back down, both too raw and vulnerable to soften the blows.

“So, that’s it?” Marshall spat, rising from the couch abruptly. “You just come in here, drop this on me, and expect me to what—roll over and be okay with it?”

“Of course not!” you shot back, standing too. “But I expected you to at least listen to me without jumping to the worst conclusions.”

“Yeah?” He laughed bitterly, a harsh, hollow sound. “And what am I supposed to think? You show up after weeks, out of nowhere, and tell me you’re pregnant—and I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”

You felt a sharp sting at his words, but you refused to back down. “You know damn well you’re the only one I’ve been with.”

“Do I?” He sneered, stepping closer, eyes blazing. “Or do you think I’m just some idiot who believes every word that comes out of your mouth?”

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, voice cracking. “Why are you trying to push me away?”

“Maybe because this all feels like a setup!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “Like some sick game you’re playing!”

“Wow,” you whispered, blinking back tears. “I knew you were scared, but I didn’t think you’d go this far.”

“Don’t put this on me!” His anger flared, and his words came out harsher than he intended. “What, you think I’m supposed to just trust you? You’re a model—you’re used to attention, right? Maybe this is just another way to get it.”

You stared at him, stunned. “Do you even hear yourself right now? That’s not who I am, and you know it.”

He glared at you, the hurt in his eyes masked by cold fury. “Get out.”

“What?”

“I said, get out!” His voice dropped to a dangerous calm, but his words hit like a slap. “I don’t need this. I don’t need you. Go find someone else to play your games with.”

You stood frozen for a moment, disbelief and pain coursing through you. When you didn’t move, he took another step forward, voice dripping with venom. “What part of ‘get out’ didn’t you understand?”

“Fine,” you managed, choking back tears. “If this is how you want it…”

“Yeah, it is,” he said, turning his back to you. “Good luck with whatever story you’re trying to sell.”

With shaking hands, you grabbed your bag and walked to the door, your footsteps heavy. You paused, looking back one last time, hoping to see any sign of the man you thought you knew beneath the rage. But he refused to turn around, his shoulders rigid, a wall between you. Without another word, you walked out, the door closing behind you with a finality that echoed through the empty house.

You arrived at your house late that night, the driveway long and quiet, the grand, empty space feeling cold and foreign. The house was large—too large for one person, too empty without the laughter and conversation you once imagined filling its walls. You barely noticed the soft glow of the lights as you passed through the foyer, your mind consumed with the events of the evening. Marshall’s angry words echoed relentlessly in your mind as you climbed the staircase, your legs heavy, each step feeling like a small betrayal to your own body.

Once in your bedroom, you sank onto the edge of the bed, tears spilling down your face before you even knew what was happening. You tried to steady your breath, but it felt impossible. The pain of it all—the heartbreak, the confusion, the loneliness—was suffocating. Your mind kept replaying his words: *“Get out.”* His cold dismissal. The way he'd accused you, as if you were nothing more than a liar trying to trap him. You hugged your knees to your chest, curling into the quiet darkness of your room, wishing you could make it all go away.

The house, once so full of potential, felt enormous and alien now. Every empty hallway seemed to stretch farther than it should, and the silence was almost deafening. You should’ve been used to it—this house was a reminder of everything you’d worked for, everything you’d built—but tonight, it felt like a cage.

You moved through the spaces, your footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The grand living room with its towering windows, the kitchen with its marble countertops, the sleek, sterile bedrooms you’d never truly filled with warmth—none of it mattered now. You weren’t supposed to be here alone. The thought of raising a child, of carrying this responsibility by yourself, felt like too much. The realization hit hard: You were pregnant. And, somehow, you were going to have to face this alone. The weight of it pressed against your chest, stealing the air from your lungs.

Sitting by the large windows in the living room, you stared out at the dark expanse of the yard. The lights from the city flickered in the distance, but all you could focus on was the reflection of yourself in the glass—small, fragile, and lost. How had everything gotten so complicated? How had something that should’ve been beautiful become a mess of hurt and confusion?

You placed a hand over your stomach, the warmth of your palm the only comfort you had. There was a life growing inside you—his life, your life, their life. But it was yours to protect, and in that moment, as you whispered softly to the quiet house, you realized something: You might be alone in this, but you weren’t giving up.

“I’ll take care of you,” you murmured, the words soft and shaky. “I’ll figure this out. Even if it means doing it on my own.”

The silence in the house lingered, but it wasn’t as suffocating now. You had made a promise—to yourself and to the little one growing inside. Whatever this journey held, you would walk it, even if you had to walk it alone.

Months passed, and as time went on, your pregnancy became impossible to hide. Your belly grew rounder, each day a visible reminder of the life—and turmoil—inside you. The once casual glances of curious strangers transformed into pointed stares, whispers trailing behind you wherever you went. Every time you appeared in public, whether for work commitments or just living your life, the attention was unavoidable.

Interviewers asked about the father with veiled curiosity and prying persistence, hoping to dig up a story that wasn’t theirs to tell. You always deflected, keeping your answers vague, your composure as unwavering as you could manage. But behind the facade, their insinuations cut deep. The tabloids spun stories, headlines screaming speculation about your child’s paternity, painting you as a scandal, a figure of intrigue—and worse. The judgment was relentless, the whispering voices growing louder. To them, your silence was confirmation of every cruel assumption they made: that you were reckless, unworthy.

There were nights when the weight of it all bore down on you like a suffocating blanket. Alone in your large, quiet house, you would sit with your hands on your swollen belly, feeling the movement of life within you and reminding yourself why you endured it all. This wasn’t about anyone else; it was about you and your children. It was about giving them a life worth living, even if you had to stand against the tide of judgment alone.

The months rolled on, and your strength became something of a shield. By the time you reached the end of your pregnancy, you had learned to drown out the noise, to focus solely on what mattered. One quiet evening, under the soft glow of dimmed lights in a hospital room, all the fear, pain, and loneliness gave way to something indescribable. The cries of two newborns pierced the air, and suddenly, the world faded away.

They were perfect—tiny, fragile, and already so loved. Twin boys with the faintest tufts of hair and curious eyes that stole your breath the moment you held them. Tears streamed down your face as you cradled them, their warmth against your chest grounding you in a way nothing else ever had. In that moment, the noise of the outside world disappeared. None of the cruel whispers or speculation mattered anymore. This was your reality now—your beautiful sons, your purpose.

You whispered their names softly, pressing gentle kisses to their foreheads, promising to be everything they would ever need. You knew the road ahead would be difficult; you knew the questions wouldn’t stop. But as you held your boys close, you realized you were ready. Whatever it took, you would protect them, love them fiercely, and give them the life they deserved.

The relentless attention never seemed to let up. Since the birth of your sons, the media frenzy had only intensified. Interviewers clamored for a glimpse of the twins, desperate to capture the first exclusive photo. Paparazzi camped outside your house, their questions growing more invasive by the day. And at the heart of it all was the burning question they wouldn’t stop asking: “Who is the father?” You deflected, you ignored, but each passing day it became more exhausting. Every attempt to protect your sons felt like an uphill battle.

One afternoon, you were at home, cradling your boys against your chest as you nursed them. The room was peaceful, a soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few precious moments, the world fell away, leaving only you and your sons—their small hands grasping, their contented sighs a balm to your weary soul. But that peace shattered with a sudden knock at the door.

Startled, you carefully adjusted, making sure your babies were settled before wrapping yourself in a loose robe. Your heart pounded as you approached the door. Another journalist, perhaps? Another intrusion? You steeled yourself, ready to dismiss whoever it was. But when you opened the door, the words caught in your throat.

“Marshall?”

There he stood, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes shadowed and wary. Time seemed to freeze as you took in the sight of him. He looked older, wearier—like he had been fighting his own battles. You couldn’t tell if it had been minutes or seconds before he spoke, his voice low and uncertain.

You stepped back, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. The sight of him there, in the house you had built for yourself and your sons, sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through you. Anger, hurt, confusion—all of it boiled over.

“What are you even doing here, Marshall?” you demanded, your voice sharp and laced with bitterness. “Haven’t you done enough?”

He paused in the doorway, eyes flicking around as if trying to take it all in. “Nice to see you too,” he shot back, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I thought maybe you’d be a little more… I don’t know… civil?”

You laughed, a hollow, humorless sound. “Civil? Really? You think you can just show up here after months of nothing and expect civility?”

He shifted uncomfortably, jaw tightening. “I know I screwed up, alright? I’m not here to pretend I didn’t. But I needed to come. I needed to see you.”

“Oh, now you need to see me?” You scoffed, feeling the anger bubble up again. “Funny how that works. I was on my own through all of it, Marshall. Every sleepless night, every doctor’s appointment, every time the world wouldn’t stop asking me who the father was.”

His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. “You think it was easy for me? You think I just walked away without—”

“Yes!” you snapped, cutting him off. “That’s exactly what you did. You left, Marshall. You called me a liar, a whore, and then you told me to get out. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

He flinched, his expression hardening before it softened with something like guilt. “I know I messed up,” he said, his voice low. “I was angry, confused—”

“Spare me the excuses,” you interrupted, voice trembling. “You don’t get to show up now and act like saying ‘sorry’ will fix it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. “Damn it, I’m not here to play hero, okay? I’m here because I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. About…” His gaze dropped to your stomach, then back up to your eyes. “About them.”

You swallowed hard, the walls you’d built around yourself trembling. “Them?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “The twins. My—our kids. I want… I need to see them.”

Silence hung between you, thick and heavy. Part of you wanted to shut the door in his face, to protect yourself and your boys from any more pain. But another part of you, the one that still remembered the good moments before everything fell apart, wondered if this was a chance you needed to take.

“They’re asleep,” you said, your voice quieter now, the anger giving way to exhaustion.

You led Marshall down the hallway, each step heavy with tension, until you reached the nursery. The room was warm and softly lit, with a serene quiet that only came when your boys were deeply asleep. You paused just inside the doorway, watching as Marshall took in the space—the cribs, the hand-stitched blankets, the tiny toys carefully arranged. His eyes softened, and for a moment, the hardened exterior you’d come to expect seemed to melt away.

You nodded toward the cribs, silently giving him permission. Marshall approached one of the sleeping babies cautiously, as if afraid to disturb the delicate peace. He hesitated for a moment, then reached down, gently cradling his son in his arms. The baby stirred slightly, but Marshall held him close, lifting him to rest on his shoulder with surprising tenderness. His large hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on the tiny back, and the baby settled again, nuzzling into the warmth of his father’s touch.He carefully kissed the baby’s head and layer it back down on the crib.

Marshall turned his gaze back to you, his eyes full of a mix of emotions—regret, hope, and something that felt dangerously close to longing. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of everything unsaid filling the silence. Then, slowly, he reached out and took your hands in his, his touch gentle but firm. He lifted them to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to each knuckle, his breath warm against your skin.

“I swear,” he murmured, his voice low but unwavering, “I’m not leaving again. I’m here for you. For them. No more running.”

The sincerity in his words made your throat tighten. You wanted to believe him—desperately. But the fear of being hurt again was a barrier you couldn’t ignore. He must have seen the hesitation in your eyes, because his grip on your hands tightened just a little, as if silently urging you to trust him. The room was quiet except for the soft breaths of your sleeping children, the world beyond these walls momentarily forgotten.

Marshall stepped closer, his movements unhurried, giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he lifted a hand and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of old memories and new possibilities. He leaned in, pausing just a breath away, his eyes searching yours for any sign of resistance. When he found none, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss.

It wasn’t like before—rushed, fueled by passion without direction. This kiss was different. It was a quiet promise, a tentative step toward something you both knew would be complicated but worth fighting for. You kissed him back, allowing yourself to feel the warmth, the sincerity, even as your mind reminded you to stay cautious. When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you catching your breath.

“I’m not perfect,” he whispered, his voice raw. “But I want to try. For you. For them.”

You nodded slowly, your hands still entwined. “It won’t be easy.”

“I know,” he said, a hint of a sad smile touching his lips. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

In that moment, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. It was only a beginning, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough. <3

[luvonmes-blog]

slow

just, slow down.

warnings/labels - MDNI!!, decided to switch the narrative of a guy actually taking women into consideration (omg!! men who care😱) and decided gojo needs a lil love aka, reader takes gojo into consideration, fem! reader, fluffy smut, pnv, pwp, lil bit of nipple play (i wholeheartedly believe gojo has sensitive nipples, fight the wall), gojos in love, reader shows him how to love (fuck) her.

authors note - you know when people post and say “this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away” i always questioned if they were serious or not but now?? i understand. i’m so in love with the idea of being in love

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when gojo first met you, he didn’t think anything would come of it. he just assumed you’d be another colleague of his but you quickly proved him wrong.

it started with quick, shy glances. those quickly because fleeting touches which would burn his skin and leave a mark ingrained in his brain of where you placed your hand. looks became less shy, touches became more certain and then you asked him out. you asked him out and that day he knew he was hooked. the moment he kissed you, he knew he was going nowhere, his brain already planning your future together. your lips met and he wanted to devour you but before he could go any further you pulled back and murmured something about taking it slow.

“d- did you not like it?” he asked nervously, face burning red.

“no, satoru.” you laughed and his face paled. “i liked it i promise but could we slow it down?” it came out as a question and he was confused on what you meant.

“slow it down?” he repeated, trying to understand what you meant.

“yeah, like…” you didn’t finish your sentence instead leaning in and pressing your lips against his. he let you take the lead, wanting to see what you meant. and he finally understood. your lips moved slowly against his, parting just a bit and breathing him in. you meant slow literally and gojo likes this more. he was used to being rushed, everyone around him expecting him to do any and everything quickly but you didn’t. you let him do things on his own terms and now he was doing them on yours. slow. he was used to women rushing him, just trying to get him into their beds, lips moving hurriedly, all teeth and tongue as they stripped him.

but you, you took your time. when you parted your lips enough to slip your tongue into his mouth, he groaned. your hands trailed down his abdomen and met his, moving them from the harsh grip on your hips to up your back, cradling your body and allowing him to pull you closer. the two of you now flush against each other as gojo hunched over to keep his lips against yours. you licked into his mouth moving your tongue against his, tasting him and taking whatever he’d give to you. you finally let go as you felt light headed from the lack of air and looked up to gojo. for your date tonight he opted for glasses instead of his usual blindfold, he had taken them off when you reached your door and as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes, they were sparkling.

“like that.” you finished your earlier sentence. all he could do was nod dazedly, too entranced by you to actually respond with words. “so i’m gonna go inside now…” you backed away slowly. “you’re welcome to come in if you’d like.” you added.

“god you have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed breathily so caught up in you. “but i can’t. i have um, paperwork.” his voice was raspy and breathy as he panted.

“oh, ok.” you sounded disappointed. and he grabbed you just a bit tighter before you could slip away.

“please don’t think i’m shooting you down.” he was quick to explain himself. “trust me, there is nothing i’d like to do more than come in there with you but if i’m late on my assignments one more time, yaga will be on my ass.” he clarified.

“satoru, you’re fine.” you smiled at him. “i understand, i don’t want you any later on more work than you already are. we can just continue this another time.” you smiled at him. he went in for another kiss and as your lips met you let out a satisfied hum.

“another time.” he agreed. he watched you enter your apartment and then made his way back to his car, when he finally took a seat and looked down, it was exactly as he thought. there he was, sporting a semi in his slacks and he wanted nothing more in the world than to go back to your apartment and ravish you. but he had already promised, another time.

- - -

for a while gojo wasn’t sure another time would happen. curses had been popping up more and more out of nowhere and when he finally got to the bottom of it, it was weeks later and he was scared you wouldn’t be interested in him anymore. but after you reassured him you still wanted to go out with him and understood how important work is he finally got you where he wanted you for weeks.

you were under him in his bed, completely bare for him. he was kissing you slowly, just as you taught him and your hands were all over him. trailing from his back to his chest and you rubbed your thumbs over his nipples jokingly but he had whined into your mouth and you laughed. giggles escaping your mouth and flowing into his. he pulled back to look at you with one of his eyebrows raised. “you like that?” you questioned.

“lil’ bit.” he murmured, his face completely red from you finding out he has sensitive nipples. you laughed some more before gripping his hair and pulling him back down to you.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, i like that you let me touch you, let me figure out what makes you squirm.” you brought his lips back to yours and bucked your hips, his cock soaked in your wetness gliding against your heat and he moaned. he reached over to his nightstand, searching for a condom, pulling back from your lips to look at what he was doing. he finally found the foil packet and tore it open, ready to slide the rubber onto his cock but you stopped him, taking it from him and gliding it onto him instead. he groaned, your hand moving up and down his shaft as you finally got the condom on.

“fuck. fuck, stop.” you looked up at him. “you gotta stop or i’m gonna cum.” his voice was breathless, panting as you continued to move your hand.

“what if i want you to?” you challenged. he shook his head.

“can’t.” he grit his teeth. “fuck, i can’t. when i cum, i wanna be inside you. and it’d be a waste of a condom.” he laughed, you finally took your hand off him and he sighed. he lined his tip up with your entrance, circling it, smearing your slick over the condom and your pussy lips. your hole was clenching around nothing as he teased you.

“please ‘toru. don’t tease me.” you pouted at him and he thought that if you kept looking at him like that, he’d give you the world. he finally pushed in, stretching you open and settling so deep within you. you moaned in bliss as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing against all the spots that made you squirm. he choked on a groan when he finally settled all the way in, you’re so warm and he had to stop moving or he’d be damned to cum too early. he gave you time to adjust to his girth and length and for himself, staving off his orgasm. “you can move now, ‘toru.”

“fuck, just give me a second, please baby, just a second.” he moaned into your neck. you simply rubbed his back as he pressed his entire body flush against yours. he finally felt he was in the clear as the orgasm settled. he sat up, resting his arms beside your head and he started moving, setting a quick rhythmic pace. your nails dug into his lower stomach and he whined, face falling back into your neck.

“‘toru, ‘toru, slow down.” you sighed out, tits bouncing up and down from how fast he was going. he pulled his head up to look into your eyes. “slow down.” you said lowly, not a command but he followed your direction anyway. “i like it slow. like when you take your time.” you told him. you moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, gripping them as you showed him how to move. “l- like that.” you stuttered as he moved at the pace you enjoyed. your back arched, chest pressing against him as his cock rubbed against your walls. your moans were so soft and gentle in his ears. with the way you’re guiding his hips and how slow he’s moving he can really feel you and while he’s used to the fast pace of sex this is different. good different.

every time he pulls out and pushes back in he can feel you clenching around him, every twitch and clench of your pussy, he can feel and it has his head reeling. he’s never felt this good and he can feel his orgasm building again. his stomach is clenching and his hips are twitching with his every movement. your moans spur on his own and he’s whining into your ear. his hand moves to rub your clit causing your eyes to roll back and choke on a moan. “‘toru,” his name falling from your lips has a visible affect on him as he caves in on himself. “‘toru, i’m gonna cum.” your voice is high pitched, your knees locking around gojos hips as he keeps pressing into your sweet spot and rubbing your clit. your thighs are twitching and you clench so tightly around him he has to grit his teeth.

your back arches as your orgasm washes over you and you go completely silent. it takes you in waves, starting from the pit of your stomach and flowing throughout the rest of your body. your mind is completely blank, all you can see and hear is white and you don’t notice you start crying out for gojo, pulling him down into your grasp. he falls into you as your entire body trembles, shaking as you cum. your chest is heaving as you come to, body shaking as gojo keeps thrusting and rubbing your bundle of nerves. you feel his hips stutter against yours and his back tensing, he’s trying so hard to not cum yet, wanting at least one more orgasm out of you. he’s shocked he made it this far and he’s determined to keep going but you have other plans.

you grip his hair and turn yourself towards his ear nibbling at it and your other hand comes up to his chest and rubs over his nipple. you suck and bite at the skin behind his ear, the sensitive part you found earlier. your thumb and index finger tweak his nipple, pinching and twisting it. “want you to cum ‘toru. want to see how pretty you look when you cum in me.” he whines loudly into your ear. he’s trying so hard to not cum but when you play with his body they way you are and whisper in his ear so prettily, who is he to disobey you? his hips slam into yours one more time and he buries himself in you, trying to get as close as possible.

just as yours, his orgasm starts in his lower stomach but he swears he can feel it in his soul. he’s moaning and whining loudly in your ear as you continue to lick and prod at his body and he shakes. he’s stuttering over words, trying to tell you how good he feels but fails, his body won’t let him. his hips are grinding into yours, grinding into your clit and his cock is twitching as he shoots his load into the condom. he cums so hard for the first time in his life since he was a teenager, he swears he’s going to pass out. you’re still pinching his nipple and biting his ear, dragging his orgasm out as rope, after rope, after rope, leak from his over sensitive tip. he’s crying now, tears falling onto the skin of your neck as he keeps cumming. there’s so much of it he fears it will leak out of the condom but is that so bad? to see his cum leak out of your clenching hole and he wishes that you would have let him go bare. he prays to god you’ll let him fuck you without a condom next time.

his body finally calms down and he falls slack on top of you, cock still twitching deep in you. he’s panting heavily, his chest finally filling with air after holding his breath for so long. you move slightly, just trying to get comfortable and he cries out. “fuck don’t move, ‘s sensitive.” he sobs, voice so high he barely recognizes himself. you freeze in your spot and murmur apologies, kissing wherever you can reach and rubbing both your hands up and down his back. he’s still shaking and you fear it won’t stop.

“satoru.” you say worriedly. “are you ok?” you’re concerned, so concerned. you hadn’t meant to harm him, you really hadn’t but now you’re afraid you had. he laughs but stops almost immediately when it causes his hips the slightest movement.

“m’ ok.” he mumbles. “jus… i’ve never cum that hard.”

“oh…” you’re surprised, to say the least. while you know gojo isn’t the most popular with girls - he’ll never actually admit it out loud but he’s too afraid to actually approach a woman, past relationships and flings were initiated by the female counterpart - you expected him to have better experiences than you. he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength from his body that feels like jelly, pulling off them condom, throwing it to where he hopes the trash can is and collapsing beside you. he falls onto his stomach and places his head on a pillow to look at you.

“are you ok?” he mumbles sleepily, he’s never usually worn out after sex but you’ve gotten to him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’m ok.” you move closer to him, resting your head on your hand that was supported by your arm and trailing your fingers up and down his back, tracing the freckles and blemishes there.

“i really like you, y’know.” you blush at his words.

“i really like you too.”

“i was being serious.” you raise an eyebrow at him, questioning what he meant. “i’ve never cum that hard. i don’t think anyone’s ever taken their time to see what i like. but you did. you always see what i’m ok with before anything. thank you.” his eyes are falling shut.

“you’re welcome.” you whisper leaning over to press a kiss into his hair, ready to turn on your other side and fall alseep but gojo wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him. tangling his body with yours before pulling his comforter over you two and passing out. you look at him and giggle. just as him, you could get used to this.

of course you two don’t always take it slow over the course of your relationship. you both have your moments when you’re begging for more, faster but gojo likes when you’re like this and he enjoys taking his time with you and slowing down.

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i’m in heat. (it’s ovulation week.)

[oddvanilla]

Dhar Mann might've been secretly a "villain" the whole time....

Pt.1 (?)

No, you're not hallucinating. You saw that title correctly. Believe it or not, I have had ridiculous beef for years with the man who many love, and even adore, Dhar Mann. And therefore, I'll be elaborating today on why such a "good person" like him is considered one of my sworn enemies, and why I think you should consider him one too.

Many people, and especially parents, assume that Dhar Mann is a great influence on kids, and a friendly individual. And although for the most part; that can be true, but you need to look at the bigger picture.

"The Dhar Mann Effect" is what I like to call it. A serious, and contagious virus that even the most experienced and hard-working doctors can't find the cure to. "What does the Dhar Mann effect do?" ...You may be asking. Well, great question! The Dhar Mann effect is when you form an addiction and obsession to watching the supposedly "short films" made by no other than Dhar Mann himself. And I'm not talking about a little, silly obsession. I'm talking about serious addictions that can lead into binge watching video after video non-stop. Such things should be taken far way solemnly.

And the prime example is my younger sister. Among many of my Dhar Mann-obsessed friends, I'd say she's the worst case. It started out around 2 years ago, when their substitute teacher played a Dhar Mann video at class (since many students have requested it), and ever since, she got hooked. I knew then that there was no coming back, she reached the "no-return" point.

I'd go as far as saying that it's like drugs to her. She can't survive a day without watching at least 3 videos in one sitting. And yes, that includes re-watching or re-visiting older videos. Trust me, it's deeper than just a "So you see...". My sister can qualify as an iPad kid, now, if I had to say so. And even currently, as I'm writing this, I can hear Jay's voice, One of Dhar Mann's most popular actors— playing from her room. I feel like it's not the same, and those damages may be irreversible. My poor sister can't live her life to the fullest anymore. All she does is wait for the new Dhar Mann video. And while she waits for the next one, she just rewatches his old videos, making sure she knows all the lore.

This is not a "haha" joke, people. This is dead serious. No joke. I'm not crossing my fingers. I'm not what nowadays kids call "capping 🧢". I'm being genuine and I'm typing this with the straightest face ever.

Another issue I have with Dhar Mann is how threatening he appears to me. I can promise you that if you look long enough into his smile, you'll realise it's slightly unsettling. Did you notice his face almost always looks the same in every picture? Well, you're probably not trippin'. That's because he has that same smile in literally every picture I could find of him.

What are the chances he might be a robot? Ready for the day we all fall for his spell and none of us are safe anymore, so he can finally strike? There is something so terrifying about him. Every time I look at that smile, I can't help but shiver a bit of fear. But mostly, I'm quite intimidated by his disturbing behaviour. The way he never fails to stare dead into our souls. That's what I find strange.

But hold up, the theories don't stop... at least not yet! Did you notice the way Dhar Mann ends every single one of his videos with "Hey Dhar Mann fam!" ??? What are the chances that he refers to us as his fam (family) to hide the fact we're probably stuck in his basement? If we're talking lore-wise, I'd say the reason Dhar Mann calls us his fam is the following: We're all chilling at our homes, until one day... A Dhar Mann video comes to our recommendations. By watching the media, you're secretly agreeing to sign an invisible contract that gives ol' Dhar the ability to adopt you. Child or not. And just because you're now part of his fam, doesn't mean he can't trap you into the basement and lock you up with multiple of many victims. The only time he'll ever check on you is when he comes in the basement and greets you with "Hey Dhar Mann Fam!" While feeding you those meaningless videos.

I'll show you a couple of examples, and YOU tell me what these videos could possibly teach kids who barely know what photosynthesis is.

Now, be real, just for a moment, WHY IS THE SECOND VIDEO A GODDAMN SERIES????? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT ITS A CASUAL THING THAT THE PROTAGONIST EXPERIENCES ON SIMPLE OCCASIONS TO GET JUMPED???

I think another weird part is that Dhar Mann featured another EXTREMELY popular YouTuber named "Mr. Beast" many, many times, but even then— he feels this need to pull out knock off Mr. Beast...ahem ahem....Mr. "feast"...??????

No joke. Just search up "Dhar Mann Mr. Feast" and count how many videos come up. But if you're so lazy to check, it's 4. yea. 4 DAMN VIDEOS ABOUT A MR BEAST RIP OFF. YOU GUYS NEED TO WAKE UP AND REALISE THIS IS A MAN WITH A WIFE AND 2 KIDS.

And back to square one, What's the moral meaning behind this media he displays for the youth?

Not Dhar Mann (a multi millionaire) copying the "NO CHICK-FIL-A SAUCE?" girl???? Smh...

So... Do you think Dhar Mann is really the innocent "moral philosopher" he claims himself as? Or is it deeper than a "Hey Dhar Mann Fam"?. But either way, that's it for today. Thank you all for listening to my Ted Talk.

SORRY GUYS IM HIGH ON VITAMIN GUMMIES (AGAIN) AND LIKE I DO THINK DHAR MANN IS MY SWORN ENEMY BUT LIKE YALL BETTER NOT TAKE THIS /SRS LMAOOOO🙏🙏🙏

[the-s1lly-corner]

A miniature knife on a keychain (Jeff x Reader) (Ending 3)

Ending three for the 7MIH x CRP series we are slowly chipping away at the characters, hooray! As per usual there will be a poll at the end of this to choose another character for the 4th ending! Currently thanking tumblr for adding a poll option for 3 days because... i am too impatient to wait one week to work on a new ending... grrr.... and 24 hours is way too short for this imo notes: reader is gn, jeff has zero experience to the shock of you and probably everyone reading this, LET ME COOK CWs: vulgar comments but it's tame enough, better to tag though word count: 1.8k

You reach your hand into the hat and pull out…

A keychain with a small charm on the end… “Who’s is this?” You mumble out loud as you fiddle with it. A tiny knife. Pointy but not enough to actually do any damage. A hand is put on your shoulder with enough force to shift you slightly. “That’d be mine Babe,” Jeff grinned down at you- practically bearing all of his teeth right in your face. He pulls himself away and leans backwards to Toby. You hear him mutter something to him about tough luck, and in a louder voice, “Make sure to time me, I’ll have them back after the time’s up,” He clicked his tongue against his teeth and attempted to wink.

It only looked like his eye was trying to scrunch closed. 

You don’t even realize his hand is still on your shoulder until he gently tugs you up by your top. “Come on, into the closet- them’s the rules,”

You rise to your feet and shuffle to your feet and let Jeff lead the way to the designated closet for the game. “After you,” He chuckled. He shuts the door behind him and leans into the corner. There was hardly any light, but the way the dimness bounced off of his face… You were used to how Jeff looked, but the lighting was not doing him any favors as he seemingly waited for you to make your first move. 

When you didn’t he broke the silence.

“Sooooooo…” You could hear him patting his hands on his thighs as he searched for the words to say. “Anything you’re into?” 

It’s so straight forward, so casual in how it leaves his mouth. It takes you off guard, actually. 

“Uhmm…” 

“I mean we don’t have to do anything if that’s what you’re worried about, general question, really,” He chuckled as he folded his legs under him and sat on the floor. You did the same, only about a foot away. 

“I’d thought you’d be taking charge since you…” You raised your hands and… you didn’t know what you were trying to do but the point seemed to be understood. “It’s more fun seeing you struggle,” Jeff grinned- the act alone stretched his lips impossibly thin, the cuts in the sides of his cheeks allowed him to really push it across his face.

And for a moment, you wondered how kissing him would work. You swat the thought away, but it proved useless as your mind hooked itself on curiosity. 

“People usually kiss during this game, right?” You ask, catching Jeff off guard for just a split second. In an instant his widened eyes relax. “That what you want? I’ll let you know I’m a biter,” He chuckled under his breath. You only stare at him blank faced. 

“You’re serious?” He leaned back on his hands and stared at you. If this wasn’t the same guy who constantly talked himself up you would have thought you heard some surprise- shock?- in his voice. “I wouldn’t bring it up if I wasn’t,” You try to mimic his previous grin but you only find yourself feeling a little silly. You let your face fall neutral again as his eyes darted all over you. “Well shit, man,” He chuckled under his breath with a shake of his head. “Show me what you got then, don’t expect it to be nice though,” 

“If you bite me I’m kicking,” 

“Fair enough,”

He didn’t make a move towards you, instead he put closing the gap onto you. 

And you do.

You close your eyes and begin to lean forward, you have to readjust how you’re sitting just so you don’t fall forward and into the man in front of you- he didn’t make any adjustment to his own position, still leaning backwards against the wall. You pucker your lips and-

Your lips press against something wet, and your eyes instantly snap open. Jeff sat in front of you, and while looking you dead in the eye his jaw hung open- wide enough that he could probably fit both his fists inside his mouth- sticking his tongue out forward. It took a horribly long moment to process just what in the hell he thought he was doing.

He expected tongue.

You reel away and grimace, “What the fuck,” 

“What-” 

“Why- that’s not how you kiss someone you know that right?” You rub your hands against your temple and try to keep a straight face. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You almost do both as you recall a particular image you saw on your phone months ago- depicting exactly what Jeff had just done. 

You inhale sharply.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before have you?” You ask half joking.

Jeff doesn’t immediately answer.

“You haven’t kissed anyone before,” You decide and he waves a hand in front of your face. “I mean it’s not that big of a deal-”

“Honestly you seemed like the type to blow through partners,” 

His hand tenses and he shoots you a look. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He hissed.

“Just thought you’d have… I don’t know, experience? With at least someone?” 

It’s quiet for a second.

“No one?”

Jeff groans as he leans his head back against the wall. “Look when you’re going about sticking your knife in people you don’t have a lot of time sticking your dick in anything,” 

“Gross.”

“Point is,” He quiets you, “No I’ve never kissed anyone. There. Happy now? Make fun of me all you want I don’t give a flying fuck. I wasn’t saving it either so before you think I’m one of those kinds of people then-”

“I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, everyone’s been there before you know?” You shrug. What else can you do? Nothing you say will change anything. “You said you were a biter though?”

He waved you off. “I’m pretty sure I would be one… you wanna confirm that for me?”

You considered… you were previously about to kiss him anyway with that warning and that didn’t stop you earlier… but there was no way in hell you were going to let him pull the tongue maneuver again. 

“You don’t look so bad, I don’t think you got it in you,” You tease as you close in. You stop a few inches away from his face. “It’d suck if the next person you got with had to deal with you not knowing how to do anything, with what you tried earlier,” 

He opens his jaws but you push them closed. He almost looked offended. 

“You open up too wide, it’s like you’re trying to eat my face… maybe you’re into that but most people probably aren’t,” 

“I’m going to bite you,” He muttered, but he doesn’t make any movement to push you away from him. Actually he could bite you right now if he wanted- you were close enough- but he continues to remain still in place. “If you want to figure it out on your own you’re free to say no,”

You slip your hand away from under his jaw but before you can really begin leaning back onto the floor Jeff grabs your wrist and tugs you back into his face. 

Chapped lips brush against yours for a minute causing your heart to skip at the sudden contact. He practically hisses right in your ear, but he sounds so fired up that you can hardly make out what he said. You only catch the tail end of it as he seemingly regained control of himself.

“If you think I’m going to let this slide without getting some you’re dead wrong,”

He sounded utterly humiliated as his hot breath pulled further away from your ear. He stares dead in your face and takes one last deep huff of air and lets it blow into your face.

“So how am I supposed to do this? Do I just mash my mouth into yours or-”

“There’s no mashing- look just…” You mutter and compose yourself. “You almost had it a second ago actually, just…” You think. You didn’t know how to truly explain exactly what to do, and you almost felt like asking if he can still pucker his lips would be an insult.

Without giving it much of a second thought you press your lips to his. Jeff nearly jumps out of his skin from the suddenness but he keeps himself locked to you. He lets go of your wrist and slips his hand away somewhere out of sight. 

Your hovering hand finds its way to his cheek- being careful not to hook your fingers into his mouth through the cuts of his cheeks. To your surprise he actually leans into your palm. 

The kiss goes on for a few more seconds, due to the need of air and because of someone outside loudly knocking their fist against the closet door.

“ONE MINUTE!” Toby calls out through the outside of the door.

Was time almost up?

You wipe your mouth clean and glance to Jeff who seems to need a minute to gather himself. You didn’t say anything, but you knew if your places were swapped he would be giving you flack for becoming so unraveled over a kiss. 

“Come on,” You rise to your feet and use the last half minute or so to smooth out your clothing. Jeff finally pushes himself up off of the floor a few seconds before Toby swings the doors wide open. “Out you t-two,” He jerks his head to the side. You tug on Jeff’s arm and walk him out into the hallway. The light seems to bring him back to reality. He makes a face to Toby as you tug him down the hall. 

Toby returns to the living room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“You said you were a biter?” 

“I’ll fucking get you next time.” Jeff hisses through clenched teeth. You glance at him.

Next time.

You hadn’t even considered the possibility that there could be one after this. 

“Well you wanna go ahead and try to stick to your threat?” You grin at him. Jeff stares at you hard for a long moment. 

“I’ll draw blood,” He matched your expression.

“Uh huh sure, sure whatever makes you feel tougher,” You wave him off. “You need chapstick by the way, like. Badly.” 

“You-”

You cut him off before he can continue. “Maybe another day though, I need to go scrub my tongue off after that first attempt,” You weren’t going to let him live this down.

“See you tomorrow?”

Jeff’s mouth hangs open before he screws it shut. His mouth struggles for a second, but in a forced voice to attempt to sound unbothered- a fail mind you- he wishes you goodnight.

[missvelvetsstuff]

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Bucky's a dumbass, Sharon sucks

Cookie jumped up, dropped her phone on the bed and took a fast shower before rushing up to Nick Fury's office, in a t-shirt, leggings and wet hair, for an emergency meeting. On her way there she texted Dylan and Iris to meet her in her office in an hour. She crossed paths with a number of other agents rushing to their assignments. Everything was on lockdown and high alert as they tried to work out where Sharon and Bucky had gone.

Cookie hurried into Nick's office to see Maria, Sam and did a double take when she saw Steve Rogers amd Tony Stark at the table. She felt her stomach drop, must be serious if they were coming out of retirement.

A flash of red hair caught her eye and she turned her head to see Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton huddled together.

Cookie swore internally, she had a tenuous work relationship with the Black Widow, who hadn't taken Cookies close friendship with her former lover very well. Cookie realized that Steve and Nat might be the only people here who knew more about Bucky than she does so of course they were called in but she knew that working with Nat would be a challenge.

Steve and Clint weren't a concern as she had a good working relationship with both, when the two Avengers had been involved in the past.

Tony saw her and winked "No breakfast cookies, Cookie?"

Everyone chuckled and Cookie smirked at Tony as she took a seat and snarked back "Sorry Mr Stark, sir, didn't have time to grab any but if you want to come to the common room there are plenty."

The rest of them sat down and Nick started by explaining the current situation before Sam and Cookie gave their insights into Bucky's recent behavior.

Cookie noticed that Steve looked concerned while Natasha was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face, staring at Cookie.

The Russian spy made Cookie nervous after a threat that was made when Nat saw Cookie and Bucky cuddled on the couch in the common room, watching a movie. Nat had told Cookie to stay away from her man under threat of violence but tried to play it off as a joke when Bucky snapped at her.

The meeting lasted just over an hour and everyone left for their own work spaces to keep an eye on the manhunt. The quinjet was prepared to take off as soon as they had any sightings of Bucky or Sharon.

Every agent worldwide was notified to be on the look out and warned that Barnes was on Sharon's side. Deadly force was only authorized as a last resort.

On the way back to her office, Cookie was near tears. She knew that something had changed about Bucky and now she understood, Sharon was not only manipulating him but had figured out how to brainwash him, or something. She knew how Bucky felt about being controlled after his time with Hydra. She knew that this would devastate him, if they could even bring him back. She wiped her tears, and got to work checking in with her informants around the world with the hopes that someone could find them.

Iris came up behind her and tried to look over Cookies shoulder "Any luck finding your boyfriend?"

Cookie bristled "What the Hell Iris? Where have you been? I texted you over an hour ago and you wander in now? and why would you sneak up on me like that? And he's not my damn boyfriend, we're not really even friends anymore."

She turned and glared at Iris "Why are you fucking around when we have a situation here? Get back to your desk and contact all your people, everywhere, to see if we can find them. Dylan can give you any information that you need."

Iris shrugged and wandered away "I will, I just needed to stretch and get some coffee."

Cookie shook her head, Iris was a great analyst but in recent months had been getting too full of herself and seemed to think the rules didn't apply to her. Her skill was the only reason Cookie hadn't fired her but Iris was really pushing her luck.

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Bucky was sitting in his room, flipping channels when there was a knock at the door. He answered the door and smiled when he saw Sharon but frowned when he saw Cookie standing next to her. Cookie kept saying that Sharon was the Power broker and played a recording of Sharon saying she was the Power Broker and wanted the Winter Soldier for her enforcer. Sharon pulled a gun out and shot Cookie in the heart, then looked at him with a creepy smile and grabbed his hands, refusing to let go when he tried to pull away. His head started hurting and everything became a blur before he jolted awake, breathing heavily, head still aching. He sat up and rubbed his face, confused because that wasn't what happened. He tried to remember the encounter from the day before but it made his head throb even more.

He saw that Sharon was curled up next to him, like every other time he woke up, and he noticed he had lost another half a day. Then he looked around and realized they weren't in his room at the compound. Or Sharon's. He didn't remember going anywhere and worked to get up without waking Sharon.

He looked out the window and saw nothing but trees surrounding them. He checked out the house, more like a cabin, with one bedroom, a cellar and a loft. He checked the gps on his watch and saw they were way upstate, near the Canadian border. He was relieved they hadn't gone far but confused as to why they were here.

Bucky was distracted when Sharon woke and called him back to bed. He planned to ask her what was going on but she tried to distract him with sweet words and her nude body.

Bucky closed his eyes and stepped away from her. "Sharon, what's going on? Why are we here? I don't remember leaving the compound. Why do I keep losing time?"

Sharon smiled, and for the first time since she arrived at the compound, it made him uncomfortable "Don't you remember? You saw Dr Cho yesterday morning, she told you a head injury on your last mission was causing the blackouts. Don't worry baby, I've been with you the whole time."

Bucky's head started aching again "Hurts when I try to think about what happened with Cookie. I've never known her to be so completely off in her conclusions. What if- aarrgh!" he grabbed his head and stumbled before sitting on the bed.

Sharon moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him "Don't worry, Buck. I've got you."

Bucky jumped away from her "No! Every time you comfort me or we fuck, I lose hours and shit keeps getting worse. Tell me right fucking now, what are you doing to me, Sharon?"

Sharon sat up and sighed "I'm just trying to help baby. I hate seeing you so upset and in pain, please let me help."

Bucky shook his head and shouted "NO! Not before you tell me what's going on."

Sharon stood and shook her head "No Barnes, you don't give me orders, it's the other way around. You should have gotten back into bed, it's more enjoyable than what's coming."

Bucky backed into the wall "What are you doing Sharon?"

She sighed "Just taking care of business."

Bucky felt a sting in his neck and looked at her "Wha whut what have you-" and fell to the floor unconscious before he could finish his question.

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Sam showed up at Cookies office with fresh coffee and a bagel around 11am and forced her into a needed break.

"Come on Cookie, I know you barely slept but you need to take a break once in a while."

Cookie took a drink of coffee "I know, Sam but we have to find them. She's controlling him somehow. I played audio of her saying she's the power broker and wants the soldier to be her enforcer but he didn't hear what was said. I don't know what she did but she got into his head he's not himself."

Sam nodded "That would explain a lot but how? They got rid of the soldier in Wakanda."

Cookie shook her head "No, they got rid of the trigger words but the soldier is most likely still buried in his psyche. As far as how? I don't know, that's what we need to figure out so it can be reversed but first we need to find them."

Cookie thought for a minute before grabbing her phone and making a call "Hey Bruce, it's Cookie. Yeah, I know this shits crazy. So on that subject, I could use your help. Helen's too." she paused listening "I know, you're not an M.D. but you know about biology and biochemistry." she explained what happened with Bucky "I need you, and whoever else you think might have knowledge on brainwashing, drugs and hypnosis." Pause "Yeah, like how could one potentially wake the Soldat without the trigger words?" Pause "Exactly." she hummed "Thank you, I knew you'd understand. Ok and try to keep it vague with anyone who doesn't have that level clearance or is outside of the Avengers" she listened "Yes. Yeah we also need to figure out, if one were controlled with the aid of hypnosis or drugs, how we could snap them out of it. Right, exactly. Ok. Ok, I'll be in my office for the foreseeable future." She chuckled "Sleep? I've heard of such a thing but never experienced it myself." She laughed out loud "Ok Bruce. Keep me updated. Ok, thank you."

She looked back at Sam "They're gonna look into known methods and hopefully we can find an easier and faster way to handle the Soldat than tranqing him."

"What about Sharon?" Sam questioned.

Cookie growled "Bullet between the eyes sounds like a fitting reward for her. If she is taken alive I can't promise I won't make her wish she were dead."

Sam's eyes grew wide "I don't remember you ever being so bloodthirsty before, Cookie." He smirked "She took your man, right?"

Cookie shook her head "No, I'm not planning to renew my friendship with Barnes. He was an ass to me before she got here but no one deserves to be controlled, abused, like that."

After Sam left, Cookie continued to reach out to everyone she knew until Iris came back into her office, holding up a tablet "Hey boss, I think I found something"

Cookie nodded "Bring it over, let me see." Iris handed her the tablet and Cookie looked at her, confused "Map to a safehouse in Harlem? What's this about, Iris?"

"Sharon's personal phone pinged from a local cel tower. I bet they're staying at that safe house."

Cookie shook her head "Why would they stay at one of our safehouses? Sharon should realize we'll check all of them."

Cookie did a double take. Did she just see Nat pass by her office?

Iris persisted before Cookie could check

"I have a strong feeling about this and need you to come with me."

Cookie furrowed her brow "Take Dylan, I'm a little busy."

"Please boss? I can't find him and don't want to give them time to get away."

Cookie relented and they hurried to Iris's car. When they sat in the car Iris grabbed something from her purse and flicked it towards Cookie.

Cookie slapped her neck and her eyes grew wide before they started closing "Ouch! What was that? Iris, y y you-" and slumped over in her seat.

Iris rolled her eyes and started driving North.

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Chapter 5

[luvyeni]

just saw the thing you wrote for hook up!felix and that gave me an idea

could you write smth where lix and the reader are basically together (not officially but they only fuck with each other and everyone knows) and one night at a party, after they had a little fight, the reader is messing around flirting w other guys in front of felix so obviously he gets full of it and takes her somewhere else and they fight about it but with a very sexual tension in the air so things get veeery smutty and rough

i would appreciate it sm! love your work <3

NOT TOGETHER (YOU'RE MINE) ; LEE FELIX

pairings. hookup!felix x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. fingering, ass slapping, doggystyle, unprotected sex, marking,

i hope you like it !

after a fight with felix before a party, you decide to piss him off with

—

"i told you not to worry about her , we aren't hooking up , i told you." you both walked up the steps of the party chan was throwing. "oh really ? why the fuck is she telling people that then felix im not stupid." you scoffed. "she's lying , besides why are you so jealous , we aren't together." he knocked on the door, you genuinely thought he was joking , since he was the one who lead you to believe you were.

"are you serious?" he was about to say something , when the door opened. "how's my favorite couple!" chan didn't notice the tension. "got it." you said , walking into the house. "what's going on with you guys?" he turned to felix. "nothing hyung, you know how she is , she's your sister." he made his way into the house.

he tried to follow after you , but you had already grabbed a drink , making your way out of the kitchen , walking past him. "are you serious?" he sighed , but you showed him no attention , going to dance with some friends.

you were dancing when someone came up behind you. "you look good." you turned recognizing the voice. "hi yeonjun , how are you?" you smiled. "i'm good , im good." his eyes were traveling down your figure , biting his lip. "why haven't you called me in a while?" he said. "busy." yeah busy with felix. "are you to busy to dance with me?" he asked ,you turned back to felix who was watching the scene play out in front of him. "no im not." you turned back to him.

felix was seeing red , biting the inside of his cheek , watching you dance too close to yeonjun. you two were whispering stuff in each other ear , laughing , and yeonjun's hands was dangerously close to your ass. "what's going on with you two?" han stood next to felix. "nothing." he cluthed his glass tightly , "nothing at all." he left the boy standing there , making his way over to you.

"＿ , can i speak to you." he stood right in front of you. "i'll go get you another drink." yeonjun walked away , and felix grabbed your hand , pulling you away. "felix ! let me go." you shrieked , but he annoyed you , dragging you up the stairs to the bathroom , closing the door behind you.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he said. "what do you mean?" he rolled his eyes , you were playing stupid. "don't play dumb , letting him touch you like that knowing- knowing what?" you stopped him. "that we're together? you made that clear we aren't so why are you so upset." you said , he huffed.

"exactly , so im gonna go back and dance." you went to reach for the door , but he spoke up. "you're acting like a bitch." you stopped turning around, your hand going straight across his face. "fuck you." you opened the door , but he slammed it , caging you in between him and the door. "you're not leaving out so stop it." you turned to face him ,you opened your mouth to say something , but his head came up to your throat.

"you done , you done actually like a brat?" you squirmed , but he grabbed your hip , stopping you from moving. "let me go." he squeezed tighter , you whimpered , he noticed , smirking. "is that what's wrong , you just need to be fucked." you scoffed. "that's you." your hand travelled to his pants , squeezing his cock. "how about you go fuck that girl , and let me get back to yeonjun." he had enough , smashing his lips into yours , pulling away , making his way to your neck.

"you're mine , i guess you haven't fully gotten that." he bit down , making you moan. "fu..fuck felix." he sucked a bunch of marks on your neck. his hand came up to your boob , squeezing it , before his hand , slipped into your pants , cupping your heat. "look at you , all fucking wet." he pushed your panties to the side , rubbing your clit. "fe..felix , please." you whined. "please touch me." he pushed two fingers into your hole.

"look at you clenching around me , you sure you want to go back out with yeonjun?" you shook your head , your head was against the door , as he fucked into your cunt. "clenching around my fingers like a slut , you're gonna cum?" you nodded frantically. "p..please let me cum." he pulled his fingers out , you whimpered at the loss. "no , please ,please." he smirked watching you beg.

"you're not cumming unless it's on my cock." he turned your body around , pushing you against the sink , pulling your pants down to your ankle , snacking your ass. "felix!" you yelped. "be quiet, im gonna fuck you." he slapped your ass again , unbuckling his pants , pushing his pants down , along with his underwear.

he pulled his cock out , slapping it against your ass. "i want to hear you scream." he lined his cock up with your aching hole. "want them to hear." he pushed into you , your mouth opening in a oh shape , as he seethed himself all the way inside you. "so fucking tight." he pulled out of you , slamming back in. "fe..felix , so so full."

he pushed your head down , as he fucked into you. "that's it -shit- take my cock , only i can fuck you like this , you think yeonjun or anyone else can fuck you like i can , make you cum the way i do." he grabbed your hair , pulling you against him. "fucking answer me!" he tugged at your hair. "no..no one can." you moaned out as he let you hair go , the only thing keeping your upperbody up was the sink as he roughly fucked into you.

"that's right , no one can -fuck- this pussy is mine , you understand?" you nodded , "sh..shit felix , im gonna cum!" you screamed. "shit- me too , hold it." he fucked into you faster , slapping your ass as he chased his high. "oh my god ! fe..felix i can't, i can't hold it." he reached down in front of you rubbing circles on your clit.

"shit, im gonna cum too, gonna let me cum inside you, keep in for the whole party." you were on the edge. "yes..please let me cum." tears running down your eyes. "shit , im cumming , go ahead and cum princess." your legs shook , as you came , clenching around him hard. "fuck!" he thrusted into your almost limp body , filling you up with his cum. "fuck take it." he stilled himself inside you , leaning down to kiss your shoulders , leaving a little mark there. "fuck , you felt so good." he pulled out of you , moving your panties back in place. "don't waste it." he said.

you guys got dressed against , but he didn't let you go , instead he pulled you into another makeout session , pulling away for air , his forehead pressed against yours.

"you're mines."

©️LUVYENI

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Male and female Barca players are now playing at the same time as females are getting recognition in the football industry. Pedri and reader (who is a three time ballon d’or winner and two time golden girl winner for Barca) start fooling around, to which reader ends up pregnant. When she finds out she doesn’t tell anyone and keeps the secret for two months (she is still playing, since she’s really good she able to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or the baby). Pedri decides to go check up on her as well as to see if she’s ok, since she’s been really quiet at practices and everyone noticing that she’s not her usual happy self. She then tell him the news (despite thinking he would reject the baby, since he says he doesn’t want a relationship and doesn’t really want kids) however, she gets the opposite reaction and the support from him, as well as him scolding her for playing two months straight despite being pregnant. Two years later they are at the Barca stadium (idk if it is called camp nou or not, however you can name it the original) celebrating her and his champions league win and they tell the world the two little angel they have and play with their kids, as well as everyone pointing out her ring on her finger.

Not The Best Start - P.G8

Summary: Random hookups can lead to something more.

You knew what you were getting into when you felt his lips collide with yours for the first time; you knew he didn't want a serious relationship, both of you so young with only twenty-two years.

P whole life ahead, your whole career in front of you and it all crashed down when you saw that little stick with the words pregnant on it.

You laughed, you screamed and you cried.

You didn't wanted to give up on football not when it has finally broke the stereotypes and women could train and workout along the men team, both being treated as equals by everyone, media, fans and galas.

You broke the stereotype when you won two years in a row at the age of twenty, a Balloon D'Or Femení and two years before that, two Golden Girls, all of them at the club of your dreams, FC Barcelona. You, along your teammates were and are inspiration to the little girls who liked football and wanted to be like you when they got older.

You had so much to achieve... And you got pregnant. And best news, you weren't in an established relationship with the dad of your baby.

And the baby daddy was none other than Pedro González López, better known as Pedri, number 8 of the Barça's male team and also the 21 of the Spanish team. The man, who everyone loved, screamed and prayed nothing that bad happened to him.

He was also starting his career and you couldnt do that to him. If you had to stop your career, then it would be just yours, because youre not as selfish as youd like to be and neither wanted to make him choose, mostly because you wouldnt like to hear how he would choose his career over a few hook ups that ended up badly. He wasnt ready to settle down, he said it himself. And nothing can tie down anyone.

Thats how you hided it, you didnt tell anyone; not even to your best friend, that you were expecting a little one, especially because you didnt know how people would react and because you wanted to enjoy the little time you had left for football before your belly became noticeable and force you do some motherhood leave.

But as a result, you started distancing yourself from your teammates, from the guys of the male team, shutting every hang out down and just being in your own little world. Which you didnt know but it grabbed a certain Canario's attention.

"Aitana" Pedro called "Is everything okay with Y/L/N?" He looked towards where you, Ronald, Lewy and Mapi were training.

The brunette girl shrugged her shoulders "I really don't know, Pedri. She has been in her own world, we try to talk to her but she backs out again and again"

Pedri sighed heavily, he hated seeing you like this. Truth is, you have been too busy pushing everything and everyone out that you were also pushing him out, when in fact, he had missed you deeply the past few weeks and he longed to see you, spend some time with you just chatting or making a new recipe you wanted to give a try.

He was comfortable with you, he loved being around you and the first week you haven't reached out for him, he was confused but let it go thinking you needed some alone time, still he kept on texting you. And when he saw you didn't replied his messages, didn't answered his calls and made no attempt to look out for him, he started to feel his chest heavy and soon he got the news you had left Spain because of a family emergency.

Now that you were back, he tried to talk to you but you kept on getting away and with your guys's busy schedules, he hasn't been able to make the effor he would like to do.

"Training's done! We can go home now and girls, good luck on tomorrow's match!" Pedro heard your coach said as all of you smiled and thanked his support. You inmediately went to the girls bathroom so Pedro couldn't chase you and when he was done with himself you were already gone.

"¡Puta madre, joder!" (Holy shit, fuck!) He said frustrated to no one in particular

"Hey, Pedri. Are you coming to the match tomorrow?" Ona asked him with a small smile

"Yes, of course" This was his chance to talk to you.

...

"Another goal from Barcelona's 7, the amazing Y/N! The Camp Nou is roaring along her!"

"That goal was beautiful and look at her doing her freeze signature, her teammates joining her and look at that! Half Camp Nou joined her too!"

"The power this girl has is insane, another hat trick added to Y/L/N's long list!"

And that night you girls won, Pedri along his brother watching you with a long smile on their faces. Pedri told his brother he would get down to congratulate all of you girls when he saw you getting out of the changing rooms

"Y/L/N!" You freezed when you heard his voice and then picked up your pace making Pedri follow you "Wait, I need to talk to you!" Eventually he catched up on you "Hola"

You stayed quiet just looking at him

"How are you?" Nothing "You did great today" Still nothing "Is something wrong? I've been trying to contact you but you keep on distancing yourself. We all have noticed, we are worried, I'm worried Y/N, we were good one day and the other-"

"I'm pregnant" You said cutting him off

"What?"

"I'm pregnant" You repeated "and it's yours" Now it was his turn to not say anything "That's why I have been distant, I'm trying to get my head around it and I know you may not want it but I'll keep it and you don't have to worry about it, if you don't want to... Like... I know you aren't ready to settle down and a baby is a huge responsability and I know you don't have feelings for me in that kind of way" You laughed nervously "I have been trying to know how to say this to you since well you're the father of the baby but I totally understand if-"

Now it was his turn to shut you up, however he did it differently.

You were shocked when you felt his lips on top of yours and his arms around your body bringing you into him.

"Gracias" He said smiling "Making me a dad, you're incredible, bonita!" You were confused "What were you thinking tho? Playing football around while being pregnant? You know what could happen if you get fouled or something?!"

"I-"

"Y deja de decir tantas locuras" (And stop saying nonsensed things) He whispered against your lips "We'll be parents" He pecked your lips once again "And a little thing, I have been in love with you for a long time now" You smiled

"I don't want to tie you down or pressure you with this, two months ago you weren't sure about having a baby until you were twenty-seven!"

"Number over here, another number over there, it doesn't matter anymore. We'll have our baby, together. Like a couple if you want"

You smiled "Of course I do" He smiled

"Then I'm glad you had THE greatest performance ever because that will be your last one for now"

"Ni de coña, Pedro. I still have more months to go before baby gets bigger"

"We'll see about that"

... TWO YEARS LATER ...

"Barcelona, winners of the Champions League!"

"Both, female and male team have outdone themselves for this; bringing to the Camp Nou, not only both LaLiga's, Copa del Rey and la Reina but also Champions League. What a season!"

"Ready for the show, bonita?" Your fiancé, Pedro asked you with a smile on his face as he held Alba on his arms as you held, Matías. You smiled at your twins and at your fiancé.

"Ready"

You both got in line with your respective teams to step into the Camp, both kids in each others arms. You were presenting your babies to the world after two years and not only your babies but also your relationship with Pedro.

You had to fake an injury to be able to do your motherly leave and not be pressured by the media constantly, having a whole year off, doing some training at home and dribbling with Pedro in your backyard. You were back this season and you still got it, helping your team win three titles in a single season.

It was a bit hard with the kids and the travelling from both sides but you made it work always. And no one suspected a thing.

Until now.

You received congratulations from both teams and your staff while headed to do some interviews with your babyboy whilst Pedri was with your babygirl. Both kids had a respective parent jersey number and both of your last names together.

Questions were thrown left to right but you didn't answered the ones about your private life or baby's like their names, people can guess. After a long while of press (The one where you received a lot of praise for your looks now in motherhood and for your crazy skills at football), you were able to reunite with your lover and babygirl.

"It was a craziness" He said making you laugh as you peck his lips

"It was but nothing we can't handle" You say and he laughs nodding when Matías started to fuss as his eyes were glued to the ball "¿Jugamos, mi vida?" (Wanna play, my love?)

"Si" He said smiling at you as you left him on the floor and soon Alba was groaning too

"Yo también" (I do too)

"Venga pues, vamos a jugar" (C'mon then, let's play) "Hey" Pedro called you making you turn around "Te quiero y gracias, bonita" (I love you and thank you)

"Y yo a ti, cariño" (And I you, darling) You smiled into the kiss, Pedri pulled you in to before making your way with your twins.

At the end of the day, everyone, fans and those who weren't fans, were going crazy at the amount of content they were getting with their now favorite couple and family.

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[kulemiwrites]

Akira Nishikiyama | NSFW A-Z

Rating: 18+ SMUTTY CONTENT Character(s): (After the Turn) Akira Nishikiyama Warning: When I do these, they act sort of as my guidelines that I follow for when I am writing smut of the character in question. Obviously, these are headcanons but some of these headcanons are lore heavy- based on things I’ve come up with over the years. Privately or publicly. If something seems out of character or doesn’t make sense to you, that may be why! I hope you can try to enjoy it anyway. There will be mentions of casual sex as well as sex within a committed relationship. Akira can be detached and mean. Bear in mind that while gender neutral pronouns and terms of endearment are used, this was written with female anatomy in mind. 

Using the following NSFW HEADCANON GAME by fairy-tail-babes

Read on AO3!

Read the 'Before The Turn' version if you haven't already. (or read it after this one as aftercare LOL)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

At this point in his life, he’s at his most touch starved and emotionally unavailable. It’s a wicked combination and entirely self-inflicted. He’s not above bringing people to bed simply to relieve his pent up sexual frustration. He doesn’t even have to like the person as an individual, he just needs to be attracted to them enough to get whatever he’s built up out of his system. Once he’s done with them, he wants them out of his sight. He’ll point them to the nearest bathroom and send them on their way with a half-hearted mention of calling them some time. On the bright side (?), he’s not so cold with the person who manages to crack this newly hardened shell of his, though. He’s far more affectionate with the individual he’s got feelings for. He wants them as close to him as humanly possible after. Depending on his position, he might even take a while to pull out. He’d fully settle for going soft in them until he’s gotten his fill of their warm with plenty of greedy kisses in the meantime.  

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t really have much of a favorite part of himself around this point. He’s sort of just going through the motions every day. He looks in the mirror and he sees a man staring back at himself that looks like him but is still somehow so unfamiliar. Most of his vanity is a farce. Even if there was a part of himself he did enjoy more than others, the nagging thought that there’s still room for improvement would drown his positives. 

He likes a nice back. A “nice” back doesn’t always necessarily mean toned and slender– When he thinks of a partner with an attractive back, he imagines pretty, clear skin that looks downright erotic when it’s coated in sweat, sometimes back dimples and especially a nice, deep arch– bonus points if that arch leads his eyes to a gorgeous ass. He tends to prefer that meaningless hook-ups face away from him, so that’s how he came to develop this appreciation. Even when he’s with a serious romantic interest, he’ll slip into backshots at some point just so he can show their back some love– licking it, kissing it and digging his nails into it depending on how far gone he is.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s pretty much always using a condom. He’s even less open to the idea of an accidental pregnancy than he was in the past (which is saying a lot). Not only that, just because he’s brought someone to bed doesn’t mean he trusts them. There are two instances in which he’d forego protection: 1.) he has genuine intent to try and knock this person up, or 2.) he feels so strongly about them that it’s shaken him up and he’s lost all logic. He’d be acting off pure urge and instinct, reaching for protection would disrupt that. Having said all of that, he does tend to snatch his condom off anyway when he’s about to cum and jerk himself off because he’s a painter. He’ll ensure his partner’s back is painted beautifully by the time he’s done with them. If he can’t get to their back, no worries, he’ll just give them a facial. Clenching their cheeks, he will simply command “Open.” then challenge himself to see how much he can actually get to land in their mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a nice polaroid camera and the best home video camera money can buy and while it wasn’t the original intent behind the purchase, they certainly have become useful in the bedroom. He likes to record his partner and go back to the polaroids or videos he’s collected when he misses them or is just horny. His favorite types of pictures to take are when he has them press their head against the bed, floor, etc and arch until their ass is nice and high after he’s coated them in cum.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he doesn’t have as much sex these days as he did a while back, he’s garnered enough experience to know how to show someone a good time if he wanted to. That’s just the key word: Want. Sometimes he cares so little about the enjoyment of the other person and more so about getting off that, all of his previous experience is sorta irrelevant. 

F = Favorite Position (Links to literal porn. Use your own discretion.)

His favorite positions generally include him taking his partner from behind. Obviously, doggystyle is a classic and one can never go wrong with that. He likes them face down, ass up– many times while pressing their face into the sheets/pillow or whatever surface he’s fucking them against. Sometimes, he’ll rail them from behind while holding a fist full of their hair. If he’s feeling a little lazy or maybe just wanting to relinquish control for a bit, he may put them in reverse-cowgirl or the hotseat. When he’s wanting something closer and more intimate with his partner, he’d spoon them if he can or maybe try the flatiron.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It takes a special kind of person to get him to smile or laugh while he’s getting busy. He sort of zones in and shuts out everything except the hole he’s fucking. If his partner is able to bring him out of that, and get him to even crack a smile, let alone laugh– well, color him intrigued. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t keep himself as maintained as he used to. He’s not particularly hair down there anyway. The hair just grows kinda long and thick. He trims every once in a while but unless it’s hot out, he doesn’t care to stay on top of upkeep. Perhaps if he was in a committed relationship, he’d try to trim more regularly? 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Deep down, he has an intense craving for intimacy and love but he doesn’t look to satisfy those desires with just anyone. He could fuck someone and barely look them in the eye during or after. He is rigid when a hookup touches him– stiff, and other than to push/pull or smack them around, he’s not doing much touching himself. When he’s caressing his partner's hair/face/body, whispering things to them (no matter how sweet or downright filthy), guiding their face to have them meet his eyes, practically begging them to say his name and melting into their touch, they’ll know for sure that he’s absolutely smitten with them. He hates that he becomes so weak when he’s in love but, he’d be telling a bold faced LIE if he said he doesn’t secretly revel in it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Work stresses him beyond belief, life even more so and sometimes his mind gets so cloudy and his shoulders so tense that he needs some quick relief to put him at ease. He’ll do it when he’s wound up but also when he’s immensely horny and cannot be bothered to deal with another person. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks -also adding fetishes-)

Impact play- He’s got a habit of slapping and smacking his partners while he’s fucking them. Be it their face or body– sometimes he just gets the itch to light them up and listen to them whine. 

Partialism- As previously mentioned, a pretty back can really get him squirming in his seat. If his partner is wearing something that showcases theirs, he won’t be able to keep his hands off of them and would be about ready to pounce the moment they have some time alone.

Pussy worship- While he doesn’t put as much effort into pleasing every person he beds, his love for pussy hasn’t gone away. He still craves the taste, smell and feeling of a pretty pussy against his tongue and face. Tasting his partners always brought out a side of him that he decided he should be a bit more selective with who he shows that to.

JOI- Especially over the phone when he can’t get to his partner– getting to hear their voice and have them tell him what to do really gets him going. While he’s certainly a brat about it, he likes it when they’re kinda bossy and mean. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Wherever the pants fall, this is something that has not and may never change. While he’s quick to get a room somewhere to handle his business or call his lover to his place, it’s not above him to have a romp or two in his office. In fact, if the desire strikes mid-day, he may summon his partner to his office just to take them against his desk and then send them back on their way. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence, especially when said confidence keeps them from buckling under him. Someone who refuses to allow him to intimidate them. Everyday, he’s walking around on a constant power trip. Men duck their heads to him when he simply walks into a room. Women avert their eyes. He’s nearly forgotten what it’s like to not be taken seriously and while it may tick him off initially, he’d still find it interesting. He’d want to know what it would take to crack them. Another thing would be someone who isn’t afraid to try and take control. He prefers to be in control of everything but someone who fights against that– some who can tame him? He’d buckle.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation is a no go. While he is intrigued by someone who can take the reins and make him follow their lead from time to time, he draws the line at being made to feel small. The thing about temporarily surrendering to someone is knowing that when he wants to be in charge again, he can and will. Deep, deep down, no matter how hard of a face he puts on, he’s still that young, insecure boy inside. He’s not into anything that triggers those feelings. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If he’s single, he’s definitely receiving more than he’s giving which sucks. Like, sure, he enjoys the feel of a warm tongue swirling around the head of his dick but nothing will ever compare to the pleasure he feels while fisting his dick as he eats out his s/o. He’s not sure when he stopped doing it as often as he used to but he knows why he did. He often mourns the feeling of having a sloppy, wet cunt gliding across his face, thighs trembling against his cheeks and when he can’t take it anymore and the craving is too severe, he does know who he can call to get it out of his system. Once he’s in a relationship or even just kinda getting serious about someone, he’s reminded of why he preserves his talent. He becomes a noisy, weepy mess when he’s thrusting into his fist at the same pace that he uses to fuck his lover with his tongue. It’s not uncommon for him to call his s/o to his office just so that he can kneel beside the desk he’s sat them on and absolutely go to town on them. Sometimes getting to go home to drown his face in his darling’s sweet pussy is all that’s keeping him going. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sometimes he’s so rough, one may feel they’re being hatefucked by him. So often, he’s full of pent up rage that he just has to fuck it out. He’s yanking hair, biting, digging his nails into skin, spanking as if he intends to bruise. That’s why he makes sure his partner knows what they’re getting themselves into before he fucks them. Even when he’s ‘making love’ to someone, there’s still a level of intensity that is fierce as it is sensuous. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not only can a quickie be all he has time for, sometimes it’s really all he wants. If his partner is cool with foregoing the buildup and dropping their underwear at a moment’s notice, then consider them his perfect match. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s open to a lot of things so long as it doesn’t include knocking up a random or has the potential to damage the perception of the Nishikiyama family name. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is still pretty high. He can last for about as long as he’d like to last so long as he’s not too pent up and the sexual tension between him and his partner isn’t extremely thick. He’s got to want to last, though. When nothing but the need to bust a nut is what’s driving him, he can be done in 10 minutes or less. Once is enough in general, but the right significant other can bring the insatiability right out of him. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He likes to incorporate toys from time to time. He has toys that he owns that he’d use on his partners if they’re open to it and then he also sends toys along with lingerie as gifts, wrapped all pretty and topped with a bow that he’d like to see or hear them use on themselves. Vibrators are fun, he’s more open to dildos than he used to be but his favorite things to play with are those he uses to explore his interest in impact play: floggers, riding crops…whips. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can certainly be a tease when he wants to be. His teasing borders on degradation given the right circumstances. He especially likes to tease when he’s treating his partner harshly and they’re lost with how much they’re enjoying. He loves to see it but his mouth would tell a different story. He’d tease them for enjoying being ragdolled and treated like a worthless fleshlight. He’d make them beg for more, or beg to cum, anything really. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

His volume is pretty moderate. He does a lot of grunting– moaning, when he’s really emotionally invested. He talks and he wants his partner to talk back to him. He’s urging them to tell him how he makes them feel, he wants to hear where his dick is, he’s commanding them to declare who they belong to and most importantly, he’s making them call his name. He’s probably at his most noisy when he’s performing oral. It’s the #1 surefire way to hear him moan like a bitch…It’s fascinating. It should be studied, truly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While he loves to see his partner dolled up in some sexy lingerie, something about them going out with no underwear turns him on beyond belief. Once, he took a girl to dinner and at some point during, she excused herself to the restroom. When she returned, she stuffed the panties she’d been wearing (the panties he’d bought for her) in his pocket. He had to spend the remainder of the dinner fighting the desire to dive beneath the table and between her legs to make her cry by riling him up like that. If he notices his partner has decided to forego underwear while they’re out and about, he won’t be able to keep his hands off of them. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit over 4 ½ inches and girthy, with a tasteful upright curve from the center up. The shaft itself is a warm tan color but the head is bright pink. When he’s aroused, that pink appears more reddish. He may be on the smaller side but he knows exactly how to use it. He leaves his partners trembling after using that same 4 incher to abuse their g-spot. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s more stressed than he is horny. Many times he finds himself fucking with the intent to blow off some steam rather than because he was aroused. It often leaves him feeling empty. He notices that he feels genuinely more horny when he’s in a relationship and feels more fulfilled after sex with his s/o. Perhaps it’s because he allows himself to fully be in the moment that leaves him feeling recharged. He needs as much of that feeling as he can get.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s teetering toward being an insomniac, so sex doesn’t wipe him out like it used to. He could fuck for like 45 minutes, sweat out his pomade and still be up for hours after he’s cum. If he’s fallen asleep shortly after sex, it’s likely because he feels so at peace when he’s with that person that the thoughts that usually swirl and plague his mind are drowned out by the sound of their voice and/or breathing.

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[ellemaru]

Simon "Ghost" Riley General Headcanons

A/N: This is just headcanons that have popped up in my head or whatever but I'm trying my best to keep it lore accurate/based off of lore. There will be some mentions of abuse, mental health, substance abuse (alcohol and drugs) and body dysmorphia due to how his character is.

General Appearance:

Starting with appearances, I think he's 6'2-6'4 and weighs 200-230 lbs (189-195 cm and 90-104 kgs).

He has prominent muscles, but they aren't Arnold Schwarzenegger huge but still large enough to the point that most people are impressed.

He has short, blondish hair where in the winter, it darkens to a light sandy brown if he doesn't go outside.

He had more of a fair and cool undertone but after spending time in the Middle East he darkened up slightly.

Everyone he knows always debates whether his eyes are green, grey or hazel but he personally thinks they are hazel with a light blue on the edges.

His nose is slightly hooked but is also kind of crooked from the front due to it being broken a gazillion times.

General Personality:

As proven previously with the "Alone" mission, Simon is a pretty funny guy.

I feel like there's a common misconception about him that he's super serious and cold and has no emotion but that's FAAAAAALSE.

When he's not on duty I'm a firm believer he acts sassy with the others to be funny.

He obviously knows that there's a time and place for everything but he also knows when a joke or sarcastic comment is needed to lighten the mood up.

I feel like his enhanced ability to read the room kind of stems from him having to always observe and walk on eggshells with his dad in the past.

Like if he misread his mood he could've potentially gotten hurt, leading to Mama Riley defending him causing her to get hurt too but that's for another post.

Back to the humor I feel like a lot of times he's just unintentionally funny like he'll say something, and because of his delivery people laugh and he just sits there confused like "???? I didn't make a joke"

100% a workaholic with no work-life balance because who needs that when your job is your life!

Once the guy starts working, he ain't gonna stop until he says so.

Super observant, he notices the fine details so if you think you can cut corners around him? You're mistaken.

Simon is moody af but that's definitely heightened by his kinda crappy mental health.

General Family:

He hates his dad.

Did I mention he hates his father?

For sure a mama's boy but not in an "I was my son's first girlfriend" kind of way.

He looks up to his mom like crazy and still has an emotional attachment to her from when he was young due to his father being emotionally, physically, and mentally abusive to him.

Anytime he comes back from a mission, has a rough day, or just needs advice on a decision or life he ALWAYS calls Mama Riley.

She's literally his rock because he sees her as someone who is steadfast and strong who goes based on the facts and how she takes things for face value, similar to Simon. I think this also gave Simon an admiration of single mothers and women in general since he grew up with more of a perspective from his mother than his father.

He loves Tommy to bits and pieces, and they were hands down partners in crime back in their teenage years before Simon enlisted.

If you go around Manchester, you can still see some of their graffiti tags on different things.

When Tommy became a drug addict, Simon was there for him from day 1 till he finally got clean.

A/N: This isn't much but if y'all want more I can work on another that's more detailed! Requests are always open so leave some suggestions on things you want to see!

[batfam3000]

Witch femReader X Jason Todd AU

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Jason finds himself living with a witch after coming back to life.

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(Because I don’t like using ‘reader’ or ‘Y/N’ she shall be called Irene, you can use your name if you want, just find it easier to use a character name.)

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It was a snowy day, you were in a cloak with a very pointy hat, a broom at your side, you were out in your forest practicing fire magic by a river.

“Boom boom!!” You yelled out as explosions after explosions went off, you had an evil look in your eyes, one that makes any sane person run for the hills, you were just about to head back when something floating down the river caught your attention.

“is that a log?” You cover your eyes with your hand and squint, as it got closer your eyes widen in shock and horror.

“Nope that’s that body?!” You screech getting on your broom and flying closer, it looked like a boy around your age, your grab the collar of his shirt and pull him to the rivers edge, and lay him down on his back, you click your fingers and he was dry.

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…I can’t have another body on my property, people are still asking questions about the first” you check his pulse on his neck, and there it was a faint heartbeat.

“Phew safe” now you knew he was alive, you take a look at him, he looked to be around 15-16, with black hair with a tuft of white in it, and it looked like he was in a suit with a white button up shirt with black pants, and missing a shoe, he looked handsome.

Something else caught your attention, it was marks and bruises that were peeking out from under his shirt, they looked incredibly nasty from what you could see of them.

“Mmh..” he grumbled turning his head a little, he didn’t wake but that was a good sign.

“Alright handsome boy, we’ll get you back to my cottage” you click your fingers and summoned a portal, you grab his collar and drag him like a mother cat with a kitten.

“Aaahhg! Heavy!” You pant and take a moment to breathe, and stretch your back.

“I really wish I knew how to levitate things more heavier than a cup, Alright this isn’t gonna work so” you click your fingers and summon a portal under both of you, you fall into it, and when you emerge, you’re in your cottage.

It was a small cottage with a water wheel attached to it, inside it had a small kitchen with a small stove and a single cupboard, if you walk a couple steps that leads into a lounge with a couple chairs a fire place and a huge book shelf and Candles everywhere, and behind a door was a small bedroom with a double bed. 

“Well now…..how do I get you to the bed?….which sounds really wrong out of context” you blink and drag him through the kitchen and lounge then take a breather as you get to the door, his back was filthy and the white shirt was now many shades of mud and dirt, you opened the door to the bedroom but before lifting him on the bed, you lean him against it.

*click*

You click your fingers and his shirt was now clean, well appears to be, it will need a wash, you look at the bed, and wondering how to get him on it, if you could barely drag him.

“Lift with your knees, mmmhg n-not with your back” you say hooking your arms under his, and grabbing his torso and lifting him up, you managed to get half his body onto the bed but his legs were hanging off, you take of his one shoe and you grab both of his ankles and lift them on with ease, you fall to the floor panting.

“That’s the most amount of movement, I’ve done in a long time” your hat flew off your head onto a coat hanger, as well as your cloak, your broom flew up and started poking your side

“Alright! I’ll get up” you grumbled as you lift your body from the floor and move to check on the boy, his breathing was more even now, but he was cold to the touch, you place your hand over the top of his head and green light shone from it, you healed some of the less serious injuries and numbed some of the pain but it wasn’t perfect.

“I think some warmth and rest will have to do for now, besides the already existing marks. I’ll have to wait till he’s more conscious to ask him about anything else” you place your thick blanket over him tucking him in, you go out the room to your kitchen and fill a metal pot with water and bring it to the fire you place it over the flames on a hook in the fire place, and let it boil, while that was boiling, you go to a cupboard and find your metal bed warmer.

“Okay now, I’ve got to wait for the pot, anything else?” You think about medicine to help but giving him herbs you aren’t sure if he’s allergic to anything, so best to wait till he’s awake, you finally hear the awful high pitched sound from the pot, you grab a think cloth and lift the pot from the hook and pour it into the bed warmer, you grab the long stick and bring it to the bedroom and lift up the mattress placing it under.

“That should warm you up in no time” you take another look at him and place a hand on his forehead, he’s warmed up quite a bit and gotten some of his complexion back.

The sun was setting and now it was nighttime, the boy was still asleep, the fire was still roaring and when the bed warmer got cold you change it, any extra blankets you had, you brought and placed on him, and now you were next to the bed, on the floor with a make shift bed, which had a spare pillow and your summer blanket which didn’t provide much warm but you could sleep, you lay back and close your eyes falling to sleep.

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It was late at night when the boy sat up in a bed.

“Where am I?” He looked around at the unfamiliar room, he didn’t feel much pain, but maybe he was used to it and just couldn’t feel it anymore, he was surrounded by many blankets with a burnt out candle on a bed side table, his eyes land on a girl on the floor, she was sleeping soundly.

“Who?” He try’s to lifts himself up and out the bed, to analysing her, he sits up but stops, when he hears what sounds like a click, he felt a pressure on his body, forcing him to lay down, the blanket moved on its own to drape over him, and a small candle was lit, it floated over to him, the boy froze and went on his guard, the girl popped her head up and looked at him.

“Finally awake pretty boy” the boy looked at you confused, he looked to the side then back at you

“I’m pretty boy!?” He spat out glaring at you, now awake you could see his green eyes narrow with distrust.

“Yes who else would I be talking about?” You said, He cocked his eyebrow

“Pretty?!” He yelled at you almost insulted, You sigh and place a hand on his forehead, he froze.

“Looks like you’re finally back to normal temperature” you pull away, the boy looked at you watching your every move, you click your fingers and he was free to move again.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?” He sat up yelling questions after question at you

“Wait, wait hold on!” You hold your hand up

“One at a time, first I found you floating down a river, second your at my cottage and third I’m Irene, I’m a witch” you do a little wave of the hand and sparkles shine around you, the boy just gives you a deadpan look

“A witch?” He asked removing the cover from him and trying to get up, you move to help him and he slaps your hand away.

“Stay away from me!?” He reeled back his face was pale and his eyes were wide, his breathing was uneven, you stop and take a step back

“Sorry…you take your time” you look at him and slowly show your empty hands, and sit down on the floor a bit away from him.

He moves up on the bed, his back hits the headboard, he curled up his body, knees to his chest and arms around them with his face resting on them, he watched you like a hawk, it was silent.

“…..so I’ve told you my name, what’s yours?” He looked at you glaring

“…..Jason” he croaked out

“Jason, that’s a weird name” you chuckle, he looked at you puzzled

“It’s quite a common name actually, Irene’s an old lady name” he gave you a cheeky smirk while saying this

“O-Old lady name?!” You yelled a bit, Jason was still by the headboard, with his knees to his chest, but seemed more calmer than before.

“Yeah old lady name, what are you a meta human and are actually like really old?” Jason moved his head up to ask, you had your back against the wall, giving him a confused look.

“Meta human? Whats that?” You tilt your head confused

“A person with powers” he answered

“Well I’m a witch, born to a witch and warlock, at least I think I am….” You mumble the last bit but shake your head and continue.

“And can do a lot of things with a snap of a finger” you explain snapping your fingers, Jason looked at you intrigued

“Prove it” he move his body so now he’s sitting cross legged.

“Alright what you want to see, explosions? Fireworks?” As you were saying this your hands glowed a deep red, small visions of fireworks appeared, Jason leaned in watching, his mouth was hanging open and he looked like a fish.

“Woah?!!” He blinked as you stopped

“Was that enough to prove I am a witch?” You chuckle and stand up, “can I walk over and sit on the bed?” You stand there and he nods, you move over and sit.

“Are you alright? You where floating down a river when I found you” the moment the words left your mouth he froze blinking confused, he moved a hand to his face as if feeling for something, he then looked down at his clothes

“Did you change me?” He asked suspiciously

“No, you were wearing that when I found you” he nods and looks down at himself confused

“But I’m sure…the suit…Robin..” he started mumbling to himself and you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying

“Jason” he didn’t answer still staring at his hands, so you try again “Jason..” again nothing, so you take a deep breath “Jason!” And yelled, that finally caught his attention and he looked up at you his eyes meeting yours, he looked confused, lost, afraid, angry and strangely lonely

“I gotta get back..” he stood up stumbling a bit

“Where?” You follow after him as he walked to the bedroom door, it was still night time, he walked out into the lounge

“Home, my home at…wait where are we?” He asked looking around your cottage

“My cottage, in the woods” you answer and just followed him, after his panic attack when you tried to touch him, you now keep your hands at your side and just followed, you both reached the fire place which was still burning.

“Where is your cottage located in Gotham?” He stopped turning around looking down at you, eyes blazing with a purpose, the fire illuminated his face but also casting shadows.

“Gotham? I’m afraid I don’t follow?” You had never heard of this place in your life

“Are you stupid or something, Gotham the crime city” he looked at you like you’d grown a second head

“Nope, never heard of it” Jason rubbed his eyes breathing in.

“Have you ever heard of Batman?” He asked almost desperately

“A what man?” It was now your turn to look at him confused, his eyes widen in disbelief, he grabbed your shoulders his face inches away from yours.

“Batman crime fighter of Gotham? Caped Crusader, the dark knight?” He was almost yelling at this point

“I’m sorry no, I don’t know who that is” you said panicked, Jason lets go of you, to take a step away turning around rubbing his forehead blinking, he had his back to you, then he stopped and turned his head looking at you again this time with a fear as he said this

“Robin? Have you ever heard of that?” You nod, and he turned to face you again, he almost looked relieved

“As in the bird right? With the red chest and brown feathers” his shoulders slumped and he looked ready to fall over, you take his hand gently incase he slapped it away again, but when he didn’t you lead him to the chair by the fire and sat him down.

“I’m sorry if I can’t be much help, if it’s information you want I can send a bird?” You ask him and he finally looks up, but not at you, at your cottage he looked around confused

“This is a very old place…” he mumbled out then looked at you again, you gulp not sure of what to do

“Do you have a phone I could borrow?” He asked looking around at the walls and tables.

“A phone? What’s that some kind of item?” You looked at whatever he was looking at in the room trying to understand what he means, he yelled out almost irritated

“Yeah! Phone! To communicate to people around the world, which have one” you blink genuinely trying your best to understand

“I have a messenger bird…” you squeak out, Jason looked at you puzzled

“Your joking right?” He asked with a desperate tone in his voice as he looked at you

“No, I send a bird with a piece of parchment and they bring one back with an answer” you explain as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Jason didn’t know wether to laugh or cry

“Your playing with me right?” He gave a nervous laugh and stood up walking past you to the front door, he was heading outside into the cold snowy night

“What does that mean Jason? What are you talking about?” You yell after him wrapping your arms around yourself running.

“I want to get home! Back to my…father! And your jokes are not funny!” He yelled back

“Jason I don’t understand! Where are you going? there’s nothing but forest all around us?!?!” You ran trying to catch up, he eventually stopped at the river where you found him, he wasn’t wearing any shoes, he looked like a madman running around, he had his back to you

“…..what year is it?” He asked a random question not turning around

“Year what?” You yelled confused as you finally caught up to him

“What year is it now?” He asked again this time with more urgency in his voice

“It’s 1619” he turned his head looking at you with wide eyes and his mouth a gape

“What?…”

[blondie20000]

Wait No More - Damon Salvatore x Bonnie Bennett

Bonnie wasn't sure what brought this on. It could be the few drinks,it could be the flirting, but for once in her life, Bonnie decided to follow her heart instead of her head.

It is a bold move. The witch wasted no time in straddling the vampire and locking her lips with his.

At first, Damon's eyes widen in shock. Surprised by the sudden of events but his face soon relaxes, and he responds to her kiss.

The kiss deepens and turns passionate. A groan escapes Bonnie's lips when Damon pushes his tongue down her throat.

Bonnie can feel his smirk against her. Suddenly breathless Bonnie pulls away to catch her breath.

"So..." Damon raises an eyebrow. "Where did that come from?"

The smirk remained on his face but his eyes are curious. Bonnie runs her hand through her hair and sighs as she thought the question through.

"I'm not complaining." Damon adds his smirk widening. "It was a great kiss."

She raises an eyebrow at that.

"Only great?"

He leans back in his seat and gives her a knowing look.

"No dodging the question Bon."

She again sighs.

"Well..." She shakes her head. "Life is too short ya know? Especially our lives."

"Not for a vampire it's not."

"But for me it is." She nods. "With everything that's happened, all the people we lost..." She takes a deep breath and exhales heavily. "I realize now if we want something we should just go for it we shouldn't let fear hold us back. Do it before its too late because once it's gone it's gone." Bonnie looks down into those swirling pools of blue. She pushes down the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. "I'm tired of always being too late, missing so many chances, putting everyone's happiness before mine...Now I am putting myself first and doing what I want. If I don't do this now I fear I may never get this chance again." She rests her hand on his chest. Her eyes glisten with tears. "Damon."

Her throat closes up. The words she wants to say are stuck on the tip of her tongue. Damon leans forward and rests his hand on her cheek.

"I get it." He said quietly his face now serious. "My whole life I've been waiting. Katherine, Elena...You." Her eyes snap up at those words. Damon swallows. "You have no idea how much I want you Bon but..." Another swallow. "I didn't want to screw up our friendship...This what we have it's special and I don't want to lose that."

I already lost so much. He thought.

"You won't." Bonnie places her hand over his. "I'm not going anywhere." She assures him.

He smiles at that. He goes to kiss her again. Bonnie soon follows his lead. Their lips press against each other. The sweet cherry from her lipstick made Damon moan. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her towards him. The kisses soon turn heated, the hunger they had for each other all pours out.

He whispers her name as he kisses along her neck and jawline. Bonnie angles her neck to give him better access.

Eventually the vampire pulls away and stands up. He offers his hand out to her.

"If you want to of course." He smiles.

Bonnie can see the hope in his eyes. Beneath his mask, she can see fear as well, fear that she will change her mind, fear of rejection, and fear of another heartbreak. Bonnie knew those feelings all too well. For years, she has watched boys hook up with her friends, listened to her friends gossip about their boyfriends, boasting on being the popular girls in the school. Bonnie would always listen and smile, but deep down, she longed for that certain someone, a desire to be loved just like her friends. Out of everyone, Bonnie never thought she would find that in Damon Salvatore.

Bonnie couldn't stand the older vampire in the beginning she thought he was a jerk, an asshole but as she got to know him, she saw a complete different side to him. They bonded during their time in the Prison World. Sparks flew between them that neither side wanted to admit. Despite their situation, Bonnie had to admit those times she spent with Damon were the most fun she had in a long time. Also, during that time, Damon became soft with her. He took care of her, ensured she was fed, warm, and he did everything he could to make her smile and lift her spirits. It was in those moments where Bonnie started to develop feelings towards him, feelings that went deeper than simply being friends.

Now, it is time for those buried feelings to rise to the surface.

With a nod, Bonnie takes his offered hand and allows him to lead her to the bedroom.

A gasp of surprise, Bonnie suddenly finds herself on the bed with Damon on top of her.

"Thought I'll skip the bridal style." He grins, his eyes rake her up and down.

She smiles, feeling amused.

"Cheesy delivery not your thing?"

"Nope, it's just..." His blue eyes bore into hers. "I couldn't wait any longer."

Bonnie looks up at him. She places her hand on his cheek.

"Wait no more." She said her smile turning into a grin.

Damon's eyes darkened at those words. The permission to take her, love her, devour her consumed his mind. Within seconds he tears open her blouse.

Her jeans, panties and bra follow soon after.

A sharp intake of breath, eyes raking her body again Damon sits back and admires her. He studies every part of her. Her wavy hair, her olive green eyes, her plump lips, her perfectly shaped breasts and curves.

"So beautiful." He thought out loud.

"What was that?"

"I mean..." He waves. "It's not bad I've seen better."

She gives him a playful slap on the arm. He grins and climbs back on top of her.

"Touche." He chuckles.

He tried to play down his feelings but Bonnie can see the awe on his face. He looks at her like she is work of art, a Goddess. In the past Bonnie would usually feel quite embarrassed when being the center of attention but now she enjoyed it. She loves the way he looks at her like she is only person in his whole wide world, she loves how only she can make him feel like this. Flustered and needy.

A moan then escapes her lips as Damon kisses her stomach. His kisses soon turned into strokes. Each stroke from his tongue sends a spark through her. A jolt of electricity. His hot tongue on her cold sweaty skin makes her shiver. She suddenly became tense when he wraps his mouth around one of her hardened nipples and bites down on it.

She curses out loud when he pulls at her nipple. He sucks, bites and teases her nipples. He then drags his tongue down her belly towards her vagina. She is trembling by the time he reaches her entrance. His hands go on her thighs to ensure they stay open.

With a glance followed by a wink Damon runs his tongue along her folds. Bonnie suddenly gasps as his tongue goes inside her. When his tongue pushes past her folds Bonnie immediately reaches out and grips on to his hair. She tugs hard at it as he hungrily licks her up and down.

Bonnie wraps her legs around his head causing him to moan. She pushes herself against his face. This gets another moan from him.

His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. While he did that he pushes his index finger into your heat.

"FUCK!" Bonnie screams as he starts to thrust her with his finger.

Soon another finger goes in which causes an increase in the volume of her moans and cries. This encouraged the vampire to pick up the pace. He goes faster, pumps her harshly and enjoys the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips. She curses his name and holds the strands of his hair tight in her fist.

Eventually Damon removes his fingers. He rises up to his full height, the fingers he just fucked her with are up in the air shining with her cum. With a devilish grin Damon slowly draws his fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them, closes his eyes and groans out loud. His reaction sent made Bonnie weak to her knees. He opens one eye the blue in them sparkling with delight. He then withdraws his fingers, he stays silent as he goes to remove his clothing.

"Damm Bon Bon." He then said. He tilts his head, his eyes are blazing with passion. "You should have warned me."

"About...What?" She replies with a shaky breath.

"That once I get a taste of you..." He draws the words out slowly. Tension builds up as he returns between her legs. "...I will not be able to stay away." His grip is tight on her legs. His breathing turns into pants. "You are like a fucking drug. I can't get enough of you."

"Are you gonna beg?" Bonnie teases him. "Beg for more?"

She trails her foot along his torso. She felt his muscles clench under her touch.

"Struggling Salvatore?"

She sits up, her foot still stroking his body. She keeps going until she is several inches away from him. Damon's eyes lock on to hers. Bonnie bites her lip as she takes in his tense form.

Her lips curling upwards, Bonnie mutters several words. Seconds later Damon finds himself on the bed. As he looks up he sees her looming over him. She is grinning, laughing at him. Damon pretends to look annoyed but he couldn't help but be impressed.

"You little bitch."

"You mean witch?" She trails her hand along his face. She then grips his chin and pulls him slightly forward. "You are not the only one with tricks up their sleeves."

"Magic show and sex? Sign me up." He laughs.

Her eyes lower to his dick when he said those words.

"Can't have a magic show without...the wand?" She said.

Damon grits his teeth when she strokes his length. She then wraps his her hand around it. Victory dances in her eyes when she realized how hard he was.

"Expected more fight from you Damon."

"Well...I did it for you. Screw waiting remember?"

"Screw." She let the word hang in the air for several moments.

"You." He finished the sentence.

"And you will be screaming my name." She said.

Damon's eyes widen.

"Bonnie Bennett! I am liking this new you."

Bonnie is not going to admit out loud that only he brings out this side of her. This cheeky, naughty side. She is surprised herself by this change in behavior but when she is with Damon she likes to have fun, she likes to be cheeky, she likes to make him laugh. The amusement in his eyes now sends a wave of warmth through her.

Suddenly feeling excited Bonnie moves on top of him. Once Bonnie is in position she then lowers herself down on to him. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushes Damon deeper and deeper inside of her. Bonnie leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Damon deep inside again.

She started of slow at first but once the couple found their rhythm she then went faster. Damon curses as Bonnie continued to rock him. He smacks his body against hers and he rolls his hips into hers causing her to whimper.

Her palms flat on his stomach, her breath turning into short gasps Bonnie goes faster, she pushes into him harder.

"BONNIE!" He cries out her name. Hearing her name on his tongue caused Bonnie to shake.

Nails now digging into skin, Bonnie lowers her head causing her hair to fall in front of her face.

"No." Damon pushes her hair back. "I...I wanna see your face. Your...lovely...lovely face." Then another curse. "Fuck!" Damon squeezes his eyes shut.

Bonnie looks down at his tight expression. He is barely holding on she can tell. It brings out a smirk from her.

"What happened to looking at my lovely face?" She asks.

His legs are shaking like hers now.

"Open your eyes Damon...That's right eyes on me."

Bonnie goes down on him. Her breasts press against his chest. A choked gasp comes from him. His wide eyes look up and Bonnie saw a trace of the vampire in him. Most people in Bonnie's position would run away by the sight of the monster but Bonnie refused to move because she knew Damon would never hurt her. Damon would never hurt the ones he loves.

Love.

Her heart warms at the thought.

But the fire in the bottom of her belly burns.

Bonnie knows she is close now.

Sensing her emotions Damon cups her cheek. There is no humor on his face his smile is genuine, full of happiness. Happy to be with her and making love to her.

"Ready to pop?" He asks.

She laughs at his words.

"Sure." She then said.

He tightens his hold on her.

"Ready?" He said his voice breathless now.

Bonnie nods.

"I am."

The couple continue until they both reach their climax. Bonnie is the first to let go. A shudder courses through her body as she lets it all out. Moments later Damon follows. He grinds his teeth hard as he spills all over the sheets. Once the couple are done they both collapse, exhausted.

Damon takes Bonnie's trembling form into his arms and places the covers over them. He kisses her head and cherishes her scent. Bonnie raises her head and smiles at him.

"Not bad not bad." She said.

He pulls a face at that.

"Not bad? Come on Bonnie you were having the time of your life."

"Hmm." She pretends to think it through. "There are areas that need improvement..."

Damon cuts her off as he pulls her in and kisses her. Bonnie kisses him back. A bubble of laughter breaks out out of her.

"Yet you like to judge me?" She said.

"I was joking before."

"Uh huh." She runs her hand along his chest.

Damon rests his head on top of hers. They stayed like that for a while. Feeling content.

But Damon eventually breaks the silence.

"It was amazing." He admits his voice a whisper.

Bonnie looks back up again and slowly nods.

"It was." She agrees.

The End

[allyricas]

i know most steddie fics usually go the route of gay eddie who's always known and steve who undergoes a bisexual awakening but...hear me out... what if they're both gay and they're each other's awakening?

clueless eddie and steve who both think they're straight. yeah, eddie doesn't exactly have a ton of experience with the ladies because most of the girls in hawkins aren't lining up to get with him. he's fooled around with a few girls after gigs.

fumbling handjobs and sloppy makeout sessions that lead to subpar sex in the back of his van. and yeah, it didn't exactly rock his world but it felt good and if it didn't exactly feel right, he assumes it's because of the situation not the gender. it never crosses his mind that he is allowed to want more. eddie is content with hellfire and his band. he stays busy and doesn't let himself think too much about why he's so disinterested in girls.

steve has experience. he's both hooked up with girls and had a serious relationship. he likes sex and he likes girls. it never occurs to him that maybe something is missing. that his desire to be wanted by girls perhaps overpowers his genuine desire. sure, he notices guys. thinks some are attractive, but it just never occurs to him that it can mean anything.

he's a boy so he's supposed to want girls. sure, he loved nancy and he did enjoy being with her but it didn't exactly set him aflame. he wanted to be loved and desired. she gave him that for a while, until she screams the word bullshit and it reverberates in his brain.

bullshit bullshit bullshit

he's upset because she's right. it is bullshit. so steve swears to change. he decides to be himself and stop trying so hard to be popular and wanted. it's lonely until a gaggle of children and robin buckley show him true friendship. but he still tries to date. flirts with lots of pretty girls and it leaves him emptier and confused than ever.

the upside down returns with a vengeance. steve and eddie are thrown together and eddie finds himself joking with steve. talking with him. seeing him in a new light. steve realizes that eddie is hilarious and nerdy. they settle into a friendship that is strengthened by matching scars and trauma. it's deeper, somehow different than other friendships the boys have had in the past. there's a tension that neither of them understand simmering just under the surface.

they all survive. eddie's name is cleared. life goes on. the boys decide to get a place together. eddie is working at the new record shop in town and steve stays at family video. neither are quite ready to leave hawkins despite everything. they rent a decent apartment together and throw a party, because fuck it. they deserve it.

more people show up than were invited. eddie finds himself on the couch next to steve and some girl they went to high school with. she's cute and she's flirting with both steve and eddie. really laying it on thick. eddie can't quite place the feeling that hits him as he watches her giggle at steve and put her hand on his chest. she's saying something and steve's eyes widen, looking over to eddie.

"eds, you up for it man? it's cool if you aren't." steve tells him, his cheeks flushed. eddie has no fucking idea what this girl has asked. he simply blinks at steve who seems to realize that eddie didn't hear. "she wants to hook up. with, um, the both us. like a threesome. you in?"

"what? both. me and you...?" eddie is floundering. why is this making him short circuit worse than usual?

"yeah, big boy. all three of us." steve smirks and eddie feels his heart racing.

eddie tells them yes. he says it before his brain can even catch up to what he's just agreed to. he's a bit tipsy and horny. and confused and intrigued, but he's shelving that.

when the girl first propositioned him, steve was in shock. she whispered in his ear "can your friend join?" and really filthy images flashed across his brain. things he couldn't fully make sense of. steve didn't understand why he was so keen to get eddie to join them, but as soon as, um, carrie? cherry? no, cherie. as soon as she asked, it was like he couldn't stop himself.

so he asked and eddie's reaction was objectively hilarious but steve couldn't even make fun of him. he was too turned on by the idea of the whole thing.

he takes them both to his room. sets the mood with soft lighting. stares at his best friend. considers that he's a little too excited about eddie being a part of this night, but is in it now. wants it too bad. the threesome, of course. with the girl. he wants to fuck this girl with his best friend- that has to be why is blood is zinging and his mouth is watering.

eddie is nothing if not bold and he straight up asks how this is going to go. no finesse, no flirting. he's in over his head. the girl giggles and tells the boys she wants them to all three enjoy the night. together. the boys just stare as she tries to explain that she means more than just a boring threesome where the dudes don't interact.

"can you guys kiss?" she asks, sweetly. "it would be really fucking hot."

steve and eddie stare at each other. neither of them have really considered kissing each other before. steve studies eddie's face. he has full, soft lips. he's taking ragged breaths, deeply affected by this situation. steve thinks it over for a second. eddie is his best friend. god, he has eyes. he knows eddie is objectively beautiful. prettier than any man has a right to be. he's had the errant thought of how good looking he is. so, why not kiss him?

however, eddie has lost all ability to have coherent thought. the girl and goddammit eddie cannot remember her name, asked them to kiss. eddie and steve. eddie and steve kissing. the thought of this short circuits his brain. steve. his best friend.

the only thing eddie manages to think is that yes, he would love to kiss steve. it's like his world just suddenly made sense for the first time. he wants to kiss steve like he's never really wanted to kiss another person before. it's a desperate longing that is building and building. he's dying of thirst and the only thing that can quench this desire is for eddie to find out how steve tastes. he needs it.

the girl is looking between them, but neither of them see her. steve makes the first step forward and pulls eddie into him. slides one hand around eddie's jaw and the other around his waist. presses his lips against eddie's and kisses him softly.

it's a fucking revelation. it's permanently altering steve's brain chemistry. there is now, only, before the moment steve knew what it felt like to kiss eddie munson, and after. his lips are soft and he tastes like the shitty mixed drinks they'd been drinking all evening. it's intoxicating.

the kiss deepens and eddie feels steve's tongue against his own. his fucking knees nearly buckle. he's swooning like a schoolgirl and he cannot get enough. shit, he's gay. he's gay for his best friend.

kissing steve harrington feels so right that he can't even panic in the moment. eddie thinks he could do this forever. have they been kissing for a minute or for hours? he gently bites steve's lower lip. steve whimpers in response. oh shit. it goes directly to eddie's dick and it cements into his brain.

yeah, i am so fucking gay.

they finally pull apart and just stare at each other. steve glances over to the bed to find it empty. she's gone. steve isn't too worried about that. he's a little more concerned with the news that he is apparently very, very gay. because kissing girls never felt like this. he feels more from kissing eddie than he did in his entire relationship with nancy. it feels natural. it doesn't feel like trying to earn affection or trying to be wanted.

it feels like the first real moment of his life.

"I think I'm gay" they blurt out at the same time, causing them to burst into unrestrained laughter. the kind of laughter that makes them double over and cry.

eddie collapses onto steve's bed while he tries to catch his breath. steve is looking down at him and god, eddie can't believe he didn't realize how much he wants him.

steve climbs onto him and smiles before he kisses him again.

"this feels right, eddie. nothing else has ever felt so real." steve tells him softly.

"me and you, big boy. it is right. it is real, stevie." eddie replies, kissing steve back.

maybe they just had to find each other all along.