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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year ago

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Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Pairings: Steddie x Fem!plus size reader

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A/N: Why hello babes. I know it's been months since I posted for this fic. But I was recently inspired to write for this. I was stuck for a long time. However, I think I found a little something. To those of you who haven't read this, please feel free to click on the link above to catch up. As always, thanks for reading. Feel free to comment that you love it or if you want to say you hated it. No pressure. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

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Word count: 8,000 + (ope...long one.)

Warnings: 18+ No Minors please. Heavy smut, Graphic depiction of sexual situations, smut, anal, rough partner, language, angst and not proof read. If this is hard to read because of grammatical errors I sincerely apologize.

Summary: You want it all. But do both of your guys want it too?

Part 6

"Shit shit shit." You said to yourself as you ran from the kitchen to your room.

Steve was just about to get up when he saw your worried look.

" Sweetheart? What's going on?"

" I umm…uhhh…Erin's coming. I forgot she was coming over here today."

" Oh! Umm should we go?" Steve asked. Shaking Eddie awake.

Eddie grunted. " Ugh! It's too early Harrington."

You hurried and put on some jeans and a nice shirt. " No. I'm sure Erin's gonna want you to come."

That's when Eddie shot up. " What?! Your sister is coming?"

You gave him a thin lip smile. " Yeah babe. It's her birthday."

Steve got up and got dressed too.

" Uhh so what should I do?" Eddie asked.

You and Steve looked at each other. Was this really how this relationship was gonna be? Were you always gonna have to hide that you and Eddie were together too?

You shook your head. No.

" Eddie." You said going to him. " Babe get ready. You're coming with us."

He and Steve said 'what?' at the same time.

You quickly glanced at Steve then sat with Eddie.

" Babe. You're my boyfriend too. It's time you met Erin."

Eddie gave you a worried look then looked at Steve for approval.

" Sweetheart, are you sure? What if she shuns you or something?"

You didn't look at Steve but answer him.

" Hun, Eddie is an important part of this relationship." You cupped Eddie's beautiful face. " Please get ready Eddie spaghetti. I need you today."

Eddie nodded knowing fully well that he would never tell you no.

You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before going to answer the door.

Eddie got up and went to the dresser. Pulling out a fresh pair of boxers.

" Munson, I know you're freaking out but this is what she wants."

" I-I know. And I'm really happy she wants to." He said, pulling a shirt over his head. " I just don't want her to lose her family over it. You know how important they are to her. And you know how people are."

Steve patted him on the back. " Whatever happens man. We never let her forget that we're her family too."

Eddie nodded and tried to smile.

"Hurry up. And come join us."

Eddie watched Steve leave and heard him greet your sister. Steve was always so good with people. Everyone liked him. He was a sun amongst planets. While Eddie was a speck of dust that everyone wanted to get rid of. As long as he could remember, he felt like that. No matter who he was with. He always felt like he was a bench warmer. That was until you. You made him feel seen. Feel wanted and adored. So he had to do this. You did so much for him. Made him feel so good. He could do this little thing for you.

For you Angel.

"Thank you Steve. I'm so happy you're here. Now you can join us for lunch."

Steve smiled at Erin. " I would love to come. As long as I'm buying."

Erin giggled. " Well who can say no to free food?"

" Well it's your birthday. Pretty ladies shouldn't pay for a damn thing on their birthday." Steve said, putting an arm around your shoulders. Giving you a kiss on your hair.

" Oh Steve. You better stop. Or you'll become my second husband." Erin joked.

You narrowed your eyes at her and huffed. " Over my dead body."

Erin and Steve laughed. With Steve kissed your head again.

" So are we ready?" Erin asked.

You looked over Steve's shoulder to your bedroom door. " Umm just a second."

Steve and Erin watched as you went to the room.

" Babe?"

Eddie was sitting on the bed with his leg bouncing. You went to him and put your hand on his knee. He immediately felt calmer.

" I'm sorry…I'm a little nervous."

You smiled sweetly at him. " That's okay. I'm nervous too. But I don't want to hide us. I want all the important people in my life to know we love each other too."

Eddie looked at you and touched your face with the back of his hand.

" No more hiding. Okay?"

He nodded and gave you a beautiful kiss. Meeting your forehead with his after. He whispered 'I love you' and stood up, holding his hand out for you.

You took a deep breath and took it. Leading him out.

You stood next to Steve holding his and Eddie's hand. " Erin. I want you to meet Eddie Munson…my Boyfriend."

Erin's eyes went wide.

Eddie held out his free hand. " It's uhh nice to meet you."

" Y-yeah." Erin stammered. " Erm Eddie is it?" She asked, shaking his hand.

Eddie smiled and nodded.

Erin looked back and forth between Eddie and Steve. " So this is…you guys are…"

" Yes. All three of us are together." You answered her unfinished questions.

Eddie let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist. Steve put his arm around your shoulder again.

" Huh. How does that work?" Erin asked with honest curiosity.

You were quiet. But Steve took your silence as his que.

" Well umm we do normal stuff. Like what couples do. Just we do them with Munson too."

Erin nodded. " And how old are you Eddie?"

You looked over to him and he was staring at you with big round baby cow eyes. He was probably feeling the same way you were feeling. The conversation wasn't bad. It was actually going very well.

" I'm 20."

You smiled at him when he booped your nose.

Erin continued her interrogation. " And do you go to school too or do you work?"

You tucked his hair behind his ears as he answered.

" Both. I work at an auto shop."

" Really?" Erin sounded surprised.

Eddie finally broke the stare off to look towards Erin. " Yup."

" Cool. So my cars making this funny noise and-"

" Erin! No. Please don't-"

Eddie pulled at your chin to look at him. " It's okay pretty girl. Let me help."

Eddie took your breath away when he gave you those big eyes.

You nodded. " Okay. But let's do it fast. I'm starving."

…

The guys were perfect gentlemen. All afternoon they were absolutely amazing. From opening doors to paying for lunch. Honestly they were the best boyfriends anyone could have. And they were all yours.

But today Eddie went above and beyond. He was chatting up a storm with Erin. While you and Steve just sat there enjoying the company. After lunch you guys took Erin to an ice cream shop and Eddie was putting on a performance. Doing a monologue from Star Wars. Making Erin laugh. Every now and again Eddie would look at you and just smile. With a thumbs up. You were so happy that Erin and him were getting along.

When it was finally time for Erin to leave she asked if you could walk her to her car. While the boys went to the apartment.

" So…umm well this will be a birthday I never forget." She said.

You smiled. " I hope that's a good thing."

She chuckled. " Yeah. I like them. Eddie is really a character."

You laughed to yourself. " Yeah he is."

There was this brief second of silence as you stopped to give her a hug.

" Y/n. So I get that having two guys is fun and all… but there's gonna be a day that you're gonna have a choice to make."

You pulled back a little. " What do you mean?"

She sighed and let you go. " I like Steve. He's good for you. He has a bright future ahead of him, like you do."

" But?"

She took a step back and pulled out her keys. " But I have never seen anyone look at anyone the way Eddie looks at you…I can't really put my finger on it, but there's something bone deep with him. Like he would burn this world down for you. Like he worships the ground you walk on or something."

A little confused you took a sharp breath in to say something. But she stopped you before you could.

" Just listen. Zeke won't like this. You dating two guys. And I know he won't approve of Eddie…when it comes time to choose one. Go with your heart. And whoever you choose. I got your back."

" What-what if I choose both?"

She sighed again. " Y/n it's not going to work. Sooner or later one is going to get jealous over the other. And that's not going to be pretty…a friendship is going to be ruined and you'll be left with a broken heart. To be honest, I think the sooner you choose the less amount of hurt it will be."

At first you thought that she was wrong. That the relationship you had could work. But then you thought of the future. Getting a job in the field you were going to school for. Getting married and having kids. Sure you were still young, but you were always mature for your age. And you had a timeline in which you wanted things to happen by. But now being in this three way relationship kinda threw you. How was marriage and children going to factor into this? You could only marry one. And you never thought about how you would explain to your kids who their fathers were. This was also something you never talked about with your guys. And that was definitely a conversation you needed to have.

You gave Erin one last hug before she got in her car. Once she turned on her vehicle she rolled down the window.

" Y/n. Just so you know. If a guy looked at me the way Eddie looks at you…I would pick him."

You bent over to meet her gaze. " Jessie doesn't look at you like that?"

She scoffed. " Not since we were in highschool. But it's okay. Because, I know he still has it in him. It's just he forgot that I'm still that girl for him…and tonight I'm going to remind him."

You chuckled. " Eww."

" No offense to Steve. Like I said, he's a good guy. And clearly he is infatuated with you. I just feel like there's something missing."

You nodded and waved her goodbye.

While you watched her drive away you got in your head about it. Would you really have to choose? You were in love with both of them. But their friendship was more important than the relationship. You couldn't destroy that. Erin was right. You and Eddie had this raw connection, that kinda just happened the night you met. And though Steve said he was over Nancy. For you it felt like you weren't on the same wavelength. Could it work out? Could you keep both? Or did you have to give them up? Because you rather give them both up than to be the one that ruins their friendship.

It was a lot to process. And all you wanted to do was be in their arms. So you decide to get deeper with Steve. You had to. Because the thought of being without either one made your heart sink.

…

Over the next few weeks the guys had been planning a special birthday surprise for you. Spooky season was without a doubt your favorite season. Not only because your birthday was in October. But because fall was the absolute best. The baggie sweater weather was perfect to hide your body. The different shades of oranges and reds were stunning. Hot cinnamon tea with a little bit of french vanilla creamer was your go to drink for especially cold days. But what you love the most about October was the first snowfall. It happened every year for as long as you could remember. And though it never sticks, it was always so gorgeous.

However, this year was going to be much different. Now with Steve and Eddie being the loves you never knew you needed. Ever since Erin's birthday you tried your darndest to get into Steve's mind. He constantly told you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. But Erin was right. There was something blocking him from opening up.

You spent the last few days with just him. And though Eddie missed you like crazy. He understood what you needed to do. So the night before your birthday Steve wanted to do something just for you two.

He picked you up and took you out to dinner. After he took you to the drive-in. The same one from the first date. Only this time it was empty and you guys had to sneak in.

Steve led you to the benches that faced the screen. He had a small lantern leading the way. When you finally got to the spot, you saw that he had set up a makeshift bed. He had a small styrofoam cooler with drinks and snacks. You sat down while Steve disappeared for a second. Next thing you knew you saw the opening credits to a movie. Steve came back and sat with you.

" Henderson set this all up for us."

You smiled. " Aww that's sweet of him."

You both exchanged smiles then Steve grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself and you up.

As the movie played you snuggled closer. Steve had picked the movie A Room With A View. It was a romantic movie that had the main character face a decision. Which wasn't too far from what was going on with you.

It was hard to watch when you wanted to tell Steve what Erin said. But he was being so sweet and so lovey dovey right now, that you didn't want to ruin this beautiful date.

Steve's watch went off.

" It's officially your birthday sweetheart." He said giving you a long beautiful kiss after. " Happy birthday baby girl."

You hummed against his lips." Thank you hun."

" I have something for you."

You smiled and watch him pull out a small white box with a pretty pink bow. When you opened it, your mouth dropped.

It was a stunning gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant on the end. The glimmering tourmaline in the middle of the heart made your smile bigger.

" Thank you. It's gorgeous."

" Here baby. Let me help you put it on."

You handed over the necklace and leaned forward for him to put it on. Lifting your hair in the process. You smiled down on the pendent and looked back at Steve. There was this distant look beyond his smile. One you hadn't seen before. It worried you. For a second you thought that he was going to say something awful. But he didn't.

" Sweetheart, I umm I know what you told Eddie. And I need you to know how sorry I am for adding more stress on you. But baby I need you to know that I do want all of us to be together. Sweetheart, you still make me so nervous. I swear that every time I'm with you I feel like I'm gonna say the wrong thing or scare you away. I worry about you and you're constantly on my mind. When I'm not with you I'm wishing I was. Seeing you always makes my day better. Hearing you laugh with that little squeak makes me so happy. You make it worth getting up in the morning. Well you and coffee."

You laughed and moved his hair away from his eyes.

" But seriously, I was always afraid to admit how I really felt. And maybe that was the reason Nancy and I didn't work out. But I'm glad it didn't. Because I found you. And I'm not gonna hold back. Not with you... Sweetheart you give me so much just being yourself. And I want to give you the world. Because that's what you deserve. I would do anything for you…I love you. And you will never have to choose between Eddie or me. Because we want this forever. A lifetime of you, me, and Munson."

You were stunned. With pretty much everything. The date, the necklace. But Steve's words meant so much more than any of it. For the first time this started, you never felt so loved and appreciated. All you could do was kiss him. One thing led to another and your bare body was being covered in kisses. Beautiful soft lips pressing tender kisses across your chest. Down to your tummy and between your thighs. Feeling Steve's mouth between your legs drove you insane. He was just so good at it. He knew exactly when to put his fingers in you. He knew exactly how fast or slow you wanted it. How hard and everything. Right now he was being kind. Slowly and gentle pumping into you while sucking on your swollen nub.

He was cursing under his breath while you turned into a moaning mess of a puddle.

" D-daddy?"

Steve groaned. "Mmm. Yes baby girl."

" Please. I need you in me. I need to feel you."

He pulled away, giving you two little kisses on either side of your thighs. He then grabbed one of your legs and turned you on your side.

"Keep your bottom leg straight sweetheart."

You nodded and he moved your top leg to a bend. His cock made you see stars. Everytime you were with him it felt like he was rearranging your insides. In the best way of course. But this position brought tears to your eyes. Every delicious thrust hit a soft spot deep in you that you couldn't contain your cries.

Steve wanted you so cock drunk that you wouldn't even remember how to talk. So he did some research in a little book called Kama sutra. And this particular position was perfect. He had a hand full of ass, pounding into your tight wet pussy. But the best part was still seeing the faces you were making. A mixture of pain and pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, with tears falling from the corners. Your cries and whimpers echoed out. The snapping of his hips into your bottom was fucking music.

Your pussy clenched. Hugging Steve's thick long cock.

" That's it sweetheart…that's it…cum for daddy. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Cum for me baby."

Your core shook as your release covered him. But he didn't stop. He let go of your ass and moved your leg so that they were on either side of him. He hunch over you, putting an arm under your lower back and lifting you up a bit.

" What are we at baby girl?"

"Y-yellow." You whimpered.

Steve nodded and slowly pushed himself in you.

" Can you give me one more? Just one more."

You didn't say anything. You were trying to concentrate.

" Common baby. Please. I need one more. Just one more."

You bit your bottom lip and said a small 'one more'.

Steve grabbed the side of your neck and pulled you up a little to kiss you.

" That's it. That's my sweet girl." He cooed.

He thrusted harder and deeper. But stopped when he felt the spot that made you gasp.

" N-no. Please-please don't stop. " You begged.

" I…baby-" he choked out as he started moving again. " I love you. God I love you so much… I want everything with you."

You looked deep into his pretty brown eyes as your body jolted upwards. " E-everything?"

Steve nodded. " Everything. House, babies, marriage…everything."

Your eyes rolled back. His confession aided in one of the best orgasms you ever had.

"B-baby I'm-"

He came right along with you. When both of you caught your breath he laid down on top of you and kissed all over your chest and neck. Saying 'I love yous' between each and every one. After he rested his head in the crook of your neck while you caressed his back.

" Did…did you mean what you said?"

He lifted his head and started stroking your hair while he grinned. " Yeah…I know all of us are still young. But…when you know. You know."

You smiled up at him. " Does Eddie feel the same?"

Steve's grin faded. " I…I think so. Never talked to him about that before."

You smiled. Eddie and Steve would be the best dads and partners. They treated you like a queen. So they were bound to treat any children you guys had like princesses and princes.

" What're you thinking about sweetheart?"

"Just...you and Eddie. You both make me so happy."

Steve kissed you deeply and met your forehead with his after. " Just returning the favor baby girl."

...

Right after the date, Steve drove you guys to his parents cabin. Where Eddie was getting ready for your arrival. You were so tired that you almost fell asleep on the short drive. But as soon as Steve parked Eddie ran outside and opened your door. You smiled up at him as he leaned in and kissed you.

" Mmmm. Happy birthday pretty girl."

You yawned a little. " Thank you Eddie spaghetti."

He helped you out of the car as Steve got the bags. Eddie then led you inside and you looked around. There were streamers and balloons everywhere. With a huge hand painted sign just above the TV.

" Oh Eddie. It's beautiful." You grinned, hugging him tightly.

" You're beautiful Angel."

Steve cleared his throat. " Munson, let's get our girl to bed. She's tired."

Eddie frowned but agreed. He took your hand and led you to the master bedroom. He helped you out of your clothes and stared at the necklace. A part of him wished he could have gotten you something that pretty. But with the shop cutting back his hours, he barely could afford rent.

Steve had offered to help him out. But he wanted to do things on his own. So since he was low on funds he wrote a little tune just for you. He also had Robin help him make a cake. Then he and Dustin decorated it.

All his gifts would have to wait until you woke up. He hoped that you wouldn't be upset with him for not getting you something like Steve's gift.

You took off your bra and pulled on the shirt Eddie held over your head. Steve came over and held out your toothbrush. You smiled sleepily at him and he pointed towards the bathroom.

Once you closed the door Eddie sighed. " Why did you guys come so late?"

" Sorry man. Kinda got carried away."

Eddie shook his head and changed into his pajamas. Steve pulled off his shirt revealing scratch marks on his back and hickeys on his chest.

Eddie chuckled. He liked when you marked him and Steve up. Claiming them as yours. He wondered when he could get his. You didn't do it often. But when you did, he and Steve absolutely loved it.

You came back out with your eyes barely open. Steve pulled back the blankets and called out to you. You smiled and went to him. He gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

" Common baby girl."

You crawled into bed with Steve and Eddie following right behind you. You turned to your side and snuggled with Steve while Eddie spooned you.

The guys said goodnight to each other and Eddie kissed your shoulder.

" Goodnight pretty girl."

You sighed a little in response.

…

You woke up in the very early hours, thirsty and hungry. Your boys had you sandwich between them. So moving out of their arms without waking them took forever. But as soon as your feet hit the floor you quickly tiptoed out of the room. Before you went to get something to drink you looked around a bit. Trying to get your bearings. You found a second bathroom and went pee. Your vagina was a little sore, but other than that you were feeling really good.

You went to the kitchen after and poured yourself a cup of tap water and started searching the cabinets for snacks. For some reason you were craving something sweet.

Hmmm fruit maybe?

You went to the fridge and looked for something. You ended up finding some blueberries and a can of whipped cream. When you pulled them out and closed the door, Eddie was standing there. Making you gasp.

" EDDIE!?" You said in a very loud whisper.

He groaned. "I woke up hugging Harrington instead of you."

You giggled quietly. " I'm sorry. I was hungry."

You turned around and set the stuff on the counter. Eddie came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Putting his chin on your shoulder.

" Can I have some?" He asked in his sleepy voice.

You nodded. " Open your mouth."

You turned around and he bent down a little so you could reach his mouth with the whipped cream. You gave him a mouth full, popping berries in your mouth at the same time. When he stood up he wiped the little bit of cream off the side of his mouth. But before he could lick it off you grabbed his hand and sucked his thumb clean. The way you slowly released him had him hard instantly. He pushed you against the counter. Putting both hands on either side of you.

"Eddie?"

He got closer and leaned down to brush his nose in the side of yours.

" Hmmm?"

" I missed you today."

He smirked. " I missed you too Angel."

He bumped your nose with his and you laughed a little. Making him so happy.

He let go of the counter and grabbed your hips.

" Jump." He whispered.

You put your hands on his shoulders and did so. With his help he lifted you up onto the counter. Pushing the small plastic box of berries away. He pulled at your hips so that you were closer to the edge. He then went between your legs and lifted your shirt a little so he could grab your panties. You finally kissed him once they were off.

"Ed…take it easy on me okay? I'm a little sore."

He nodded and kissed you softly. Gently pulling you closer. Your hands went to pull down his bottoms and boxers. Once his rock hard length was out you guided him into you. When he was fully in you, you wrapped your legs and arms around him.

Eddie took you nice and slow. He was such a good lover. Making sure to say he loved you over and over again. His lips were on yours more often than not.

As much as you wanted to cum. You really did miss him and wanted this to last longer than 5 minutes. So you told him that.

"B-babe. I-i want to cum. But I want you to keep going."

Eddie stopped moving and help you lay back. He pulled at your hips to move you back onto his cock.

" Do you want to edge Angel?"

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

Eddie smirked. " Okay. Just tell me when it's too much. Then we can cum. "

You said a small 'okay'. Eddie then put your legs up and started moving again. He had you almost there about 3 times before neither him or you could take it. After the last one you gave him the go ahead to go as hard and as deep as he could.

It was only a matter of seconds before you and he felt this white hot intensity. Your nipples hardened and every inch of your skin raised. Your hearing went as you finally gave in. Eddie's body hunched over as he continued to thrust shallowly until his balls were completely emptied. After he laid his top half on your soft tummy. Your legs went slack and your hands instinctually went for his head. He hummed as you lightly scratched his scalp.

" Now I'm hungry."

You giggled.

Eddie stood up grabbing a towel, wetting it with warm water. He cleaned you up first then himself. After he pulled up his bottoms and helped you with your undies. He then proceeded to pull out a cake from it's hiding place. You smiled so bright he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Eddie it's so pretty."

He set it down next to you and went to grab a fork.

" Let's have some."

"Really?"

He kissed your forehead. " It's your birthday. You can eat the whole thing if you want."

You smiled again. " Why are you so good to me?"

He brought a fork full to your lips. " Well that's because I love you. And my girl deserves to be happy and taken care of."

You hummed as the sugary goodness danced on your taste buds.

Eddie smiled and took a huge bite himself.

" This is so good babe. Did you make it?"

He nodded, giving you another bite.

This little moment you had with Eddie was everything. You caught a glimmer in his eye as he grinned happily at you. You saw something. You saw your future. Years of this. Filled with love like this. It was such a simple thing. Eating cake on your birthday. But what it took for him to make it and decorate it. It was the time he took thinking about you. The love and care he had for you. And in this moment you knew. He was half of a whole. He was a part of you and you were a part of him.

" Can I ask you something?"

" You can ask me anything Angel."

You took a small drink of milk that he poured for you. After clearing your throat. The way he looked at you and smiled took your breath away.

" Ed… do you ever think about the future?"

" Uhhh. Like future as in tomorrow or like a 5 year plan."

" 5 years?"

He put his hands on your shoulders and began rubbing them.

" Well let's see. I hope by then we will all be living together. And Corroded Coffin will take off. Then we can all be happy. Just the three of us."

Just the 3 of us?

" Oh. So you don't want-"

" What are you guys doing up?" Steve said groggily.

Eddie and you looked over.

" Nothing man. Just having some cake."

" Munson that was for the party."

" Party? What party?" You asked.

Both of your boys went silent.

" Eddie spaghetti?" You said in such a soft sweet tone it could have broken both of their hearts.

Eddie laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. " I uhhh it was supposed to be a surprise."

Steve came over and started running his hand up and down your back. "We invited our friends and Erin."

You looked at Eddie and he just smiled.

…

The day couldn't have gone any better. The guys watched as you played with your nephew. The way you smothered him with kisses and hugs made their hearts melt. Everyone was having a good time. Music was blaring and Steve was grilling. While Eddie was messing around with Dustin and the gang.

Seeing your guys like this was so different from how they were behind closed doors. You liked this version of them. Entertaining friends and family. Stealing loving glances at you.

You were watching Eddie wrestling with Dustin and Mike. Another moment had passed when you saw your future kids playing with Eddie. Seeing him smile and laugh like that was all you could ever hope for.

What is going on?

You shook off the thought. It was way too early to be wanting this. Sure the plan was to finish up school in two years. And by 23 or 24 you thought you might get married. Then start a family right away.

But this relationship made you want it sooner.

…

After everyone was gone you took a shower. With Steve joining you. Eddie went into town to pick up some movies for the rest of the weekend. Scary ones of course.

Steve made love to you while you both bathed. And though you wished Eddie would hurry and join. Steve could easily make you forget everything but him.

Which he did. He had you bent over. Legs spread apart. Hands flat on the shower glass door. He had been so gentle and kind. That you wished he would do it more often. Not that him being rough was a bad thing. It's just refreshing when he takes care of you like this.

When Eddie finally came back he found you cuddled up next to Steve on the couch. Your eyes lit up when you saw him.

" Babe. What took you so long?"

Eddie frowned. " I'm sorry. I went home to grab something."

You pouted but held up your arms for a hug.

When he came you whispered in his ear. " Please don't leave again."

He gave you a kiss on the forehead. " I won't pretty girl. You got me and Steve for the rest of the weekend.

You held out your hand and he helped you up.

" Go shower babe. Dad and I will set up the movie and pop some popcorn."

Eddie grinned and kissed your cheek before disappearing down the hall. You looked over to Steve and held out your hand for him. He gave you his perfect grin and took it. Hugging you from behind as you guys awkwardly penguin walked to the kitchen. Both laughing the whole way there.

Eddie took a quick shower and hurried to get back to you. When he came out he saw Steve lighting the fireplace and you were just setting down the bowl of popcorn and drinks on one of the end tables. Eddie snuck up behind you and smacked your ass.

You yelped and quickly turned around. " Oh you're gonna get it."

You moved towards him as he backed away with his hands up.

" No. Don't act all innocent. Give me your toosh."

Eddie chuckled and kept backing away until he hit a wall. You immediately took advantage and grabbed his hands.

" It's only fair, Eddie. You spank me and I get to spank you…or…dad can do it for me."

Eddie had the biggest smirk and raised his brows. " Is that what you want, Angel? You want Steve to spank me?"

You let go of his hands and started playing with his hair. " I want what you want. We always do things for me…maybe this time we can do something you've both been wanting to do."

Steve walked over to you and moved your hair to the side. " What is that sweetheart?"

You looked over your shoulder at him. " Better if I show you."

You moved away from between them and started for the bedroom. " Could you please move the coffee table? And maybe lay a blanket down?"

The guys looked at each other and did as you asked. When you came back you had a medium size pink silk bag. You sat in the middle of the blanket on your knees. While the guys got on either side of you. Eddie tried to snatch the bag but you pulled away in time. He chuckled and kissed your temple.

" What's that baby girl?"

You turned your head towards Steve. " A toy."

You pulled the drawstring back and revealed a pocket pussy.

" I know it's not the real thing. But since I only have one. I thought maybe this could help."

Eddie grabbed your chin and pulled for you to look at him. " What exactly do you want to do with that?"

Your face got serious. "You like to watch right?"

A smirk grew on his lips. " I do."

" Well babe." You said inching your face closer to his. " What would you like to see me do with it?"

Eddie looked at Steve but you pulled at his chin.

" Don't look at Dad. Look at me…what do you want Eddie?"

The way you whispered his name sent chills down his spine. He definitely liked you being in charge. Steve did too. Steve was actually enjoying the conversation you and Eddie were having. Something about the way you took the lead. No girl had ever done that before. It takes a lot to just be able to do this with them. But not only did you take it up so well, you were taking the reins more often than not.

" Eddie?" You whispered his name again ever so sweetly.

He was nervous. You saw his Adam's apple bop up and down and he started drumming his fingers on his thigh.

You put your soft warm hand on his and he relaxed.

" Eddie. Don't be shy." You said getting to your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. Slowly scratching his head. " Tell your Angel what you want her to do."

Eddie stared into your big beautiful curious eyes. What was it about you that made him want to give you everything? Like if you asked, he would burn the whole world down for you.

He smiled and pulled you so that you were straddling him.

" I want to watch you fuck Steve with that."

You bit your lip and felt your core throb. Eddie then wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you closer. Lips almost touching.

" Pretty girl…can I watch you fuck Steve?"

You nodded and kissed him. It got really heated very fast that you had to pull away so you could do what he wanted.

You stood up and went to Steve. He was sitting down leaning against the couch. Running his fingers through his perfect hair. You smiled down at him as you pulled off your pajama shirt. Steve's eyes were slits from the smile that was suddenly there. He sat up and slid his hands up your voluptuous thighs towards your panties. He placed one lingering kiss on your mound, then buried his nose between your clothed warmth. Bopping your clit and taking a whiff. With a soft groan he pulled away.

" Smells so good baby girl…can I take these off." He asked, snapping the elastic of your underwear against your skin.

You looked over your shoulder to Eddie and saw him palming his growing length watching the exchange. You looked back down to Steve and nodded. He quickly took them off. You dropped down and helped him take off everything. His long thick cock was harder than you've ever seen it. Your mouth watered seeing it drip with precum. You shimmied down his body. Leaving a trail of kisses along the way. Now on your side you moved to give Eddie a good view of what was about to happen. With your leg bent over Steve's you teasing him with your tongue. After a minute or so you got on your hands and knees.

Eddie's cock ached. Seeing you on all fours with your back arched and your big beautiful ass facing him was everything. He caught a glimpse of a silver plug with a bright pink gem and your perfect pussy soaked.

He smirked. My naughty angel.

He moved a little to see your mouth wrapped around Steve's head as you pumped him. Eddie's hand went straight under his bottoms and started stroking himself. He heard you softly moan as you took Steve deeper. Then you let go with a pop and moved a bit so Eddie could see exactly what you were doing next.

He could have came at the sight, but he stopped touching himself so that this experience lasted longer. The first time this happened. He got way ahead of himself and came so fast. But not this time. This time Eddie was going to make sure you came a few times before he would allow himself.

When you slid the pocket pussy on Steve, the sight made you impossibly wet. With Eddie watching you and Steve grunting made you feel on top of the world.

Steve grabbed your chin, making you look at him. " Feels good."

You smiled at him. " What would it feel amazing?"

Steve leaned forward and whispered into your mouth. " Suck on my balls."

You kissed him quickly and leaned forward. Swirling around your tongue on each heavy ball.

That was it for Eddie. He couldn't take it anymore. He got up and went behind you. Grabbing one of your cheeks. Lifting it to expose your pussy more. He then grabbed his dick and pushed into you. Your head instantly went back with a gasp escaping you.

Still trying to focus on Steve while Eddie pounded into you was harder than you thought. It was always hard to focus on more than one person at a time. And you thought you would eventually get there. However tonight wasn't the night. You stopped moving your hand and squeezed your eyes shut. Eddie had never been this needy for you before. Nor had he been so rough. Yet here he was smacking your ass pretty hard and pulling your hair so that your back was up against his chest. Once you were up he wrapped an arm around your overhanging tummy and gripped your neck.

Eddie growled. " Yeah. Yeah. Fuckin' take it."

Your cries got louder and Eddie was gone. He was so damn close. It was almost impossible to not cum. Especially when your walls fluttered around him. Giving him the indication that you liked when he was rough with you. He took that as permission to push it a little more. He then squeezed your throat a little and bit your shoulder. That's when your warm wet walls clenched him the tightest he ever felt.

He let go of your neck and pulled gently at your chin. Giving you a harsh wet kiss while he came.

When he was done he loosened his hold on you and kissed where he bit you. You hummed and finally opened your eyes to find Steve smiling at you while he used the pocket pussy. Eddie gave you one last kiss before pulling out and letting you go. He let himself fall to the side and closed his eyes. Still panting.

Steve tossed the toy away and held out his arms. " Come to daddy sweetheart."

You gave him a little nod and crawled into his lap.

Steve tucked your hair behind your shoulder and whispered. " Did you cum baby girl?"

You nodded again. " Just a little one."

He kissed your cheek. " Well, let's give you a big one yeah? Can you do that for me baby?"

" uh-huh." You whimpered against his lips.

Steve kissed you and lifted you a bit to align himself with your entrance. Slowly letting you sink into his lap. While moaned into his mouth you start rolling your hips. Steve then threw his arm around your waist and guided you into a little bounce.

" Good girl. Just like that."

You held onto his shoulders in order to get some support as you moved faster.

" God I love your pussy."

Eddie opened his eyes after a minute or two and looked over to you and Steve. Seeing your hair bounce on your bare back while you hopped, combined with your heavy breathing got him hard again. When he sat up he felt a little bit of his cum dribble down his stomach. He scooped it up with a couple of fingers and went to you and Steve. Eddie first glanced at Steve then cupped your face. Making you meet his gaze.

He lifted his cum stain fingers and you grabbed his wrist and sucked them clean.

" Fuck! That's my girl." Eddie cooed. " Such a good little slut."

You gave him big pouty eyes. Like you wanted more of him. So Eddie had to oblige.

Steve's mouth was now on your chest. Sucking bruises everywhere. Marking you up as his too. That's when Eddie grabbed Steve's knees and said.

" Hold on to your daddy pretty girl."

You did so and Steve held you a little tighter. Eddie then pulled both you and Steve down. Causing Steve to fall back, pulling you with him. Once you and Steve were comfortable again. Steve held you where you were and pounded into you. Hitting that sweet spot.

Eddie then put a leg over Steve's thigh and put both hands on your bouncing ass. Flicking your cute little plug. Steve stopped ramming into you for a second so Eddie could take out the toy. Eddie leaned in and spit on your now empty hole. He then aligned his tip with the only open space left for him.

" Where we at Angel?" He asked.

" Uhhh. Green-green." You answered breathlessly.

Steve kissed you then met your forehead with yours. " Eddie's gonna go slow okay. If it hurts too much tell me."

You nodded once more. Eddie then spit on his dick and spread it around.

You gasped as Eddie's tip split you open. This was a first. The guys always took turns with your lower half. But now you were incredibly full. Deliciously full. It felt otherworldly. Just a touch under overwhelming.

When Eddie felt you relax he went balls deep. The slight discomfort went away and all you felt was immense pleasure.

Steve then brought your attention back to him.

" I'm gonna move okay."

" y-yes daddy."

He grinned at you and started going the same pace as Eddie. You scrunch your eyes closed and buried your face in the slope of Steve's neck.

The boys were doing an excellent job of making you feel good. So good that you felt this white hot fire burning deep within your stomach. But what pushed you over the edge was Steve whispering things in your ear.

" Mmm my sweet sweet girl…you know how good you would look with my baby in you…you want that? Would you like me to put a baby in that beautiful belly?"

You clenched. What was it about those words making you feral?

"Yeah sweetheart?"

Steve felt you nod and smiled. "Y-yeah. But you have to cum for me…Give me a big one baby girl. And you can have all my babies. "

Without warning you went over that edge. Letting the wave consume every inch of you. Your skin laced with goosebumps and your nipples hardened as your climax felt like it was seeping from your pores. Legs shaking, fingernails digging into Steve's arm, eyes rolling back.

Eddie couldn't hear what Steve was saying but he didn't care. Whatever he was saying to you, made your already tight suction cup of a hole hugged and pulled him in even more.

" OH G-GOD!" Steve and Eddie said at the same time.

That orgasm lasted at least a minute and a half. You were officially out for the count. However, your boys kept going. Making it nearly impossible to not squirm.

" Yel-low!" You cried out.

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and nodded. You were almost to your limit. They both thrusted a few more times before Eddie pulled out and came on your bottom. Steve gave you what he promised. A pussy full of his babies.

Once they finished you went limp on Steve. They gave you a few minutes before helping you up. You barely could keep yourself up. So Eddie held onto you while Steve started the shower. All of you squeezed in. You leaned against Steve while Eddie washed you up. You could have fallen asleep right then and there.

Soon after the shower the guys got you dressed and into bed. The last thing you remember was laying in Eddie's arms with Steve caressing your side.

When Eddie heard your little moans he kissed your forehead.

" Harrington?" He whispered

" Yeah?"

" uhhh what did you say that made her cum so hard?"

Steve lifted his head. "Why? Did you not like it?"

" Yeah I did. I fuckin' loved it…I just want to know what got her like that."

Steve looked at you and smiled. " I said she would look beautiful with a baby in her. And I asked if she would like that."

Eddie's stomach sank. " You what?!"

Steve shot him a look when his sudden outburst caused you to stir.

" Munson seriously?! She needs to rest. We took a lot out of her today." Steve said just above a whisper.

" I-I know man. Sorry. But really? Now you guys are talking about that?"

" Uhh yeah Munson. We talk alot about our future."

Eddie clenched his jaw. Again he felt like a third wheel. Was that what you were trying to talk to him about? Did you want kids… now?

He looked at you and felt bad. He didn't want kids. He didn't even believe in the whole institution of marriage. Sure he wanted a person to love and be fully committed to them. But he was cynical. He thought that a soul mate wasn't real. That in order to make things work, you have to be able to accept that not one person in this world is perfect. However, on the other hand he never felt this way about anyone. He never felt such happiness. When he was with you, nothing else mattered.

Eddie sighed. " Harrington I know we all want to be together. I just…" he tucked your hair behind your ear. " I don't want her to be disappointed if things don't happen the way you guys want it to."

" What does that mean?"

Eddie pulled you closer and gave you a little forehead kiss. " It means that I want her to be happy. I want her to have everything she dreams of having. And if the day comes where I can't give her that…I want you to."

…

Thanks for reading. What should happen next?

@salenorona23 @erinsingalong @sillypurplemurple @tessab154 @bethanysnow @ibathealone @stardustmunson @impossibelle

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shoezuki · 3 months ago

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Hi your doctor fic along with some friends have officially kicked off a spree of writing and art, every time I take a break I literally reread chapter chapter 7 or whatever chapter to keep going,

Btw I don’t know how you do it, I write on docs and had to manually copy and paste paragraphs to see the preview, how do you have the patience???

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bdlxfbrj SHIT??? THANKYOU SO MUCH??? holyfuck im So Happy to inspire in any way gggnfbfjd. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

also Ya i do the copy paste thing too altho like if i select all+copy n make sure its in rich text mode n not html Most of the formatting stays. but sometimes it doesnt let me Select All n i jus drag and scroll which is annoying when its like. 42 pages.. but tryin to write in ao3 itself is Much Worse i did that maybe once when i first started and uhh Nah

#THANKYOU GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN W CREATING #anon #🍓

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r4gg3dy4ndy · 2 years ago

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more brain soup-y ideas but they arent just about henry and they are nsfw

by the way - if you guys want me to write one of these shoot me an ask and ill make it. same with the other post btw

thinking about ghost billy just the parameters of that

I mean not really my thing but public sex would be so easy yk like lets say you are in like a bathroom stall or smthn and you guys are just… fucking but no-one can see or hear him but you ughehruhg

UHGURHRGHH hear me out on this but like possession?????? Him controlling your body or smthn????? AUGH WHAT IF HE DOES THAT AND UR LIKE DATING STEVE OR SMTHN AND HE TAKES OVER YOUR BODY AND YOUR LIKE…. HELPLESS TO STOP HIM???? TELL ME THATS NOT HOT RIGHT?????? LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME ITS NOT.

if i said i would fuck hopper what would you guys think of me

hey look listen i get it maybe not the most conventionally attractive stranger things character but listen

i feel he could be really sweet and loving when he wants to be yk maybe like just sweet soft sex i would make the pleading face emoji like perfect recreation watch me

augh uauuughhghrr but like also angry mean sex w/hopper?????? losing my damn mind im tellin ya yk

aurugurhrrggg like imagine he had like a really long day or smthn and he comes home and just takes his frustration out on you but like after sweet aftercare and hrehriueherrj

OR maybe hes like in russia and you are being held there too and maybe you like get in a fight with your old cellmate or something [hypothetically - it doesnt look like they have cellmates but for the sake of me bloody imagine will ya youve got the brain for a reason] and they like transfer you in with hopper and whatnot and i mean hes obviously pent up [with stress not sure about the balls idk how they work help] and shit during russia fucking duh right and i mean you seem so sweet being sent there for a silly silly reason [being gay and or trans or like wrongfully incriminated] and he just needs something to get some of that stress some of that anger out on and well you get where im going 😉

sorry about having another thing about him but this is a different circumstance i swear anyways domming billy

look im not the worlds most dominant guy look at me but ive got my times yk i could be if i wanted yk and maybe just like oh idk tying him up and teasing him relentlessly yk simple things

or or or once again tie him up mostly because i highkey doubt he would be willing to sub like maybe in concept he would but when it happens hes pissed but then just like… treating him really nice like really softly? just being really soft to him i think he would physically melt tbh

like just kissing him all over and just being really soft to him so that he knows hes safe and loved just being like a service top or whatever and just showing him you care and just just just

do you see where im going do you see what im saying

on another note maybe like really rough domming him without tying him up

im sorry im listening to this audio that deadass sounds exacttlyy like him its scary and its just like his character and im dead laying in my bed whoops

but like seriously just like absolutely commandeering him making him obey n shit like you might be fighting for your life but you are also winning

like it might take some persuasion some fighting for dominance but once you win lordy lord

aughhh he would be on his knees for you and after a while he would start secretly enjoying himself

like duh hes gonna be a brat but fuck once you tame him its wild im tellin ya

some of the stuff in my brain rn im not sure if i should write down lmaoaooarhrhar

not really part of this but i think hed cry during sex

uhh eddie just uuhhyehreuhre him <3

uhh eddie after like a dm session and hes still in character you can see what im starting at here

like hes still all commandeering n shit and he just kinda expects you to obey and yk normally you would but you feel like playing a bit yk a tad of cat and mouse never hurt anybody right

well at least not in the moment but the day after sure

im getting ahead of myself tho

so anyways he starts commanding you yk pushing you around and you decide to not just listen and obey blindly

you play coy n shit and he is just not having it yk

the party were all being a bitch collectively earlier too so hes already a little pissed off yk right

and i mean you didnt know you thought “oh there he goes again my silly ol boyfriend what if i messed around with him a bit wouldnt that be fun”

yeah noooo

no yeah noooo

i mean yeah, it was fun but now you have rope burn all over your body, bruises, bite marks, a bit of blood, and your [insert reproductive organ of your choice as well as hole here] was entirely sore + you could barely walk

uh uh uh uh fuck he survived uhh uhhhh but hes a vampire UHMM UH UHHHMMM

LOOK I SWEAR IM FUCKING RIGHT OK VAMPIRES ARE SEXY AS FUCK BRO

like you think hes dead yk your all sad and hiding in your house from the rift deadass right in the street to your house and one night as your sleeping he comes out of that rift and breaks into your house just watching over you as you sleep

these were unfinished and i kept em all in a google doc so expect more than one of these btw also i wrote these to send to a friend so if they dont sound like me normally then sorry

#billy hargove smut #billy hargove x reader #hopper stranger things #hopper x reader #accidentally typed hoppy instead of hopper whats wrong with me help #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut

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maehem-1 · 1 year ago

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Ok, everyone telling you to start small is bullshitting you, kinda. You start with whatever the fuck sounds cool. You want the whole world to revolve around 5 magic springs of water controlled by 5 kingdoms? Work out what that means for your world, until you get bored and start thinking of a cool ass secret society that your party will totally clash with at some point. Are you unusually aroused by trade routes? Work that shit out for your 5 water kingdoms! Whatever keeps you interested. The one thing about writing that always bogs me down is that I want to just get to the juicy parts that I've daydreamed about, but feel obligated to write the in between/build up stuff first. World building doesn't hold you to a build up before the payoff, because your players will never encounter any of it linearly anyway. If there's a cool ass battle in the history of your world, your players will hear about it way before all of the boring ass political tension leading to it that you might not have even thought of. UNLESS the political tension is the part of the battle you find immensely interesting, in which case they'll hear of the legendary politician Sir So-and-so the third, and oh yeah that big fight that happened because he died. Ya dig?

Now, tomorrow's game night? Shit, I guess this town works pretty well for a starter adventure. Game time... Who does the priest worship? Uhh, fucking, Jon Arbuckle, I guess.

The next part is figuring out how the lord our god Jon Arbuckle fits into your campaign setting. By now you'll have a slightly better idea of what's important to your players, and those loose ends they drudged up just then will be plenty juicy for you to sink your teeth into. Hopefully, they'll be more invested in your world, since they're ostensibly people living inside of it now. They'll be more invested at the local level, though. Hopefully the campaign lasts long enough for your world building to actually affect them and their characters, but it's never a guarantee. Ideally, world building is for your enjoyment first and foremost, but never entirely forsakes the player's interests. You can also solicit players for help with aspects of the world you cannot be assed to do yourself. I usually do this with my deities whenever a player wants to play a cleric or paladin. I once had to admit to a player that the only deity I had thought about was a literal well. Not even like a well mother or anything, just, wells were inherently holy and still worshipped in some parts of the continent. He came up with a dope ass gladiator goddess that I just used tonight in a separate game.

Do this until you get an idea that directly conflicts with all of your previous world building, so you throw all that old shit out and start again, this time with more understanding of what interests you and your players. Also, don't be afraid to just play in fantasy land for a bit while you get your dm head on straight. Emergent narrative n all that. Before Greyhawk, most DND players assumed they were all in the same generic homogeneous setting, and all that really mattered was the treasure inside the nearby dungeon.

Does anyone have tips on building a D&D world for a baby DM?

#dnd posting #dnd campaign #dungeon master

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chelseeebe · 2 years ago

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right away, mr. harrington.

summary: an illicit affair with your boss steve harrington can only end one way, heartbreak. c/w: so steve is like 39 in this and reader is around 24, i didn't wanna write r any younger but also think this age gap is still a bit dodge. there's also rough sex and like he's a bit of an asshole honestly. modern! au. also i guess plussize!reader but it's like a sentence of description so i don't wanna tag it as that. so i actually LOVED writing this like a lot so i hope you enjoy <3

‘no, i really am going to end it this time, tomorrow in fact,’ you take a sip from the wine glass, looking up at your roommate.

‘do what you want darling, i know if a man like that was interested in me, i’d do the same damn thing,’ emma snorts, unscrewing the wine lid and filling both of your glasses.

‘i know, but i feel bad.. nancy is a lovely woman, it’s not fair,’ you respond. the thing is, at first it was just mindless, admittedly amazing, sex but the more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d begun actually having feelings for him.

it hurt more because nancy really was a nice person, she’d always bake little treats for the office, bringing them in with a smile. and she was always polite to you, complimenting your new shoes and your nice new skirt that steve had actually bought you.

it was strange really, because you and nancy couldn’t have been more different. you were more.. round. you had thick thighs, wide hips and carried a lil’ bit of extra weight around your stomach. whereas she was petite and slender. you were loud mouthed and cocky, whilst she seemed much more reserved and honestly a little shy.

‘she probably knows, don’t all big bosses fuck their assistants?’ she chortles.

‘i’m not his assistant, i’m in admin,’ you sarcastically quip back. realistically you were a glorified receptionist, but telling people that you worked in admin for the harrington law firm made you look miles better.

‘of course, pardon me for the mistake,’ she raises her eyebrow.

you hadn’t meant to start an affair with steve, really. you’d stayed late at the office one night, trying to finish the monthly report before monday, steve was in his office tapping away at his computer, quite frankly you hadn’t even noticed.

you were swearing under your breath trying to get the photocopier to cooperate when he swings his office door open, ‘giving ya’ trouble?’

‘shit!’ you clutch your chest, realising who you’d just sworn at, ‘oh my god, sorry! i didn’t realise you were still here!’

he chuckles moving to stand next to you, he clicks one of the buttons and it clunks and starts printing.

‘easy, the trick is to not get angry at it and it’ll listen,’ he smiles down at you. you notice how he’d loosened his tie, his hair messy from running his hands through it.

‘ahh, should’ve known.. thank you,’ you grin back, you rarely saw your boss, he was far too busy to socialise with his workers.

‘uhh..’ he sighs, slapping his forehead sarcastically, ‘forgive me, what was your name?’

you giggle, ‘y/n, i’m in admin,’ gosh you’d never noticed just how attractive mr. harrington really was.

‘right right, i remember now.. how come you’re still here?’ his arm brushes against yours making your whole body shiver.

‘i had to get this stupid report done before monday, thought i’d better stay.’

‘hard worker.. i like it, is it finished?’

‘it is now, thanks to you,’ you grin, collecting the papers from the machine.

‘come and join me for a drink in my office, celebrate your hard work?’ he touches your arm briefly.

‘ahh i shouldn’t.. i still need to staple them and-,’

‘i have a stapler in my office,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘okay..’ you concede, following him into his office.

he’d only had some very expensive whisky but you put up with the burn and sat and drank it with him for hours.

and then somehow you’re on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips.

you limped out of the office, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, much later than you’d intended.

from that night on, you and steve had started the affair. it began with late nights in his office, slowly moving to secret meetings at hotels and then now, staying at his house when nancy was away communicating through the second phone he’d bought especially for you.

the day after the not so helpful conversation with emma, you strut into the office, prepared to end things once and for all.

you were wearing the tiny black skirt he’d bought for you, perhaps subconsciously, knowing that he’d be salivating as soon as you walked into his office.

it’s nearly the end of the day before you get the guts to walk in there, lightly wrapping your knuckles on his door.

there’s an exaggerated gag from behind you, you spin to see one of the guys from accounts jerking his hand in a mock blowjob. you roll your eyes, it wasn’t a secret that people in the office were speculating about you. noticing the trips to his office and how you’d both mysteriously appeared from the bathroom at the christmas party, hair messed up and a trace of red lipstick on his collar.

it was all the more annoying because steve actually wasn’t doing anything for you at work. you’d explicitly told him to keep it all seperate. you didn’t want promotions handed to you. any and everything you’d earned was all you.

‘come in,’ he calls and you oblige, shutting the door firmly behind you.

he snaps the lid of his laptop shut, looking up at you and then down to the short skirt, his signature smirk creeping to his face.

‘it’s you,’ he breathes, pushing his chair back from his desk and standing.

‘what’re you hiding? don’t tell me you’re having an affair?’ you feign shock, walking over to his desk. you hated the effect he had on you, before you’d come in here you were so ready to shut him down and now you were crumbling at the sight of him.

‘ahh, you caught me,’ he holds his hands up as you walk over to him.

‘well i hope she’s not prettier than me,’ you pout, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you into him.

‘that’d be a tough one,’ he smirks.

you bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat at his words, ‘really, what are you hiding?’

‘well.. it was supposed to be a surprise buut since you’re here…’ he pulls away, lifting the laptop screen to show the conformation screen for a very, very fancy hotel.

you lean in to look at the screen, ‘what..? what’s that for?’

‘for this weekend, nancy’s away at some conference until monday so i’m all yours,’ he turns to you, smiling.

‘oh.. okay,’ you try not to sound unappreciative but he had just knocked your plans right off course. this wasn’t helping you in trying to convince yourself you weren’t hopelessly in love with your married boss.

‘oh.. not a good idea then,’ he sits back on the chair, a slight frown on his face.

‘no.. no, it’s great, i just didn’t expect it at all,’ you wrap your arms around his neck, perching on his lap.

how could you ever end things with him? he’s the first man to ever think about you so deeply and sincerely. even if it was only when nancy was away.

‘really? you didn’t seem too happy..’ his arms wrap around your waist, the frown still apparent on his face.

‘i am, really steve, thank you,’ planting a small kiss to his nose before you press your forehead to his.

he finally smiles, ‘you deserve it.. we’re going tonight, i’ll pick you up at seven, pack for the whole weekend we’re back sunday night.’

‘okay, exciting.. are we-,’ you’re cut off by a knock at his door, jumping up from his lap and practically sprinting to the other side of the desk.

he clears his throat, spinning to sit correctly at his desk, ‘come in.’

carol, his very lovely but elderly assistant walks into the room. you were sure he’d only hired her to keep nancy off his trail.

‘i’ll get on that right away mr. harrington,’ you smile at him and use the interruption to slip out of the room.

you sit back at your desk, a collection of eager eyes on you.

you pull out your phone to text emma,

‘i’ll be back sometime sunday lol’

she pings back almost immediately,

‘didn’t go well then?’

‘of course not’

‘i think i’m actually in love with him em.. this is not good’

you place your phone back on your desk, attempting to get back to work.

the hotel room is huge.

decked head to toe with candles and bouquets of flowers.

‘oh my god,’ you drop your bag onto the velvet chair, taking in the magnificent room.

‘your favourites,’ he nods over to the vases full of sunflowers adorning the sides.

‘oh, thank you.. thank you,’ you snake your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

he walks you backwards towards the bed, your knees buckling as they hit the edge and you fall back onto the soft mattress, his body now on top of yours.

his hands wander down to your thighs, creeping up your skirt.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb begins to circle your clit above your underwear.

quickly letting go as he presses harder, causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers hook onto the lacy hem of your panties, yanking them down to your thighs.

‘mmm, i love these ones,’ he looks down between your bodies, his thumb returning to its previous position, circling faster.

‘fuck steve,’ your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his fingers sliding into you.

‘so wet for me already, baby,’ he growls, nipping at your neck.

you moan in response, tugging at his blazer hinting for him to remove it.

your stomach tightens, his fingers dangerously close to sending you over the edge. he can tell as the grip on his arm tightens, your chest heaving up and down.

‘yeah? you gonna cum for me baby,’ he groans, eyes firmly on you as you cry out at your orgasm. legs shaking as steve removes his fingers, smirking down at you.

he was, genuinely, the first man to care about making you cum before he did. not only that, but he was so good at it. he was proud of the fact that he could have you writhing underneath him in five minutes.

‘jesus,’ you pant, looking up at him.

‘not sure he was responsible for that one, darling,’ he retorts, going to stand from the bed.

you grab his hand, taking the two fingers that had just been inside of you and wrapping your lips around them, looking at him through your eyelashes.

he inhales sharply, ‘you drive me crazy..’ his thumb strokes your cheek, before sliding his fingers out, a low moan rumbling from his throat.

‘c’mon.. what about you, mr. harrington? i wanna make you feel good,’ you mew, lightly placing your foot on his crotch and sliding it down ever so slowly.

you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, ‘we have dinner in an hour..’

‘i’ll be quick.. promise,’ you flip onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. unbuckling his belt and sliding his tailored pants down. he shrugs his blazer off, now stood in his tight, white button-up shirt. it fit perfectly, highlighting his defined biceps.

‘so hard for me already?’ you run your hand over his bulge, mocking his words from earlier.

‘baby please, i’m begging you..’ he pants, his hand running through his hair.

‘hmmm, i like the sound of that,’ you tug his boxer shorts down, his erection springing up, tip already leaking pre-cum.

the size of him still genuinely shocked you. the first few times you fucked, you had to get accustomed to his length, unsure if it was going to tear you in two.

you spit into your hand and take his cock into your grasp, pumping your hand up and down. his knees almost giving way as you fasten the pace.

‘fucking hell,’ he grunts, his long fingers curling into your hair.

you crawl forward, taking his cock into your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

low moans fall from his lips as he twists your hair into a make-shift ponytail, yanking on it as his dick hits the back of your throat.

your hands grab onto his hips as he begins to thrust into your mouth, gagging at the feeling of his cock repeatedly slamming your throat.

you look up at him, his dark eyes already staring down at you. the eye contact makes him fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips as you can feel his cock twitch in your throat.

he gives one last thrust as he cums into your mouth, ‘holy fuck,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from you.

you swallow the liquid and wipe your mouth, sitting back on the bed.

‘i don’t think i can go to dinner like this,’ you laugh, your mascara now smudged and the nude lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

‘you look perfect to me,’ he leans down, kissing your swollen lips, ‘we do actually have to go though.’

you wake up to an empty bed and hushed arguing in the next room.

‘i told you.. well i can't.. i don't think you're listening..’ you can only hear snippets of the conversation but you can tell steve is annoyed.

5:24am

the clock reads and you sigh, it could be one of two things: nancy or work, honestly the thought of either was annoying.

he climbs back into bed, almost an hour later, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

‘who was that?’ you mumble, voice full of sleep.

‘oh, it’s just work.. needed me to sign off on some things,’ he says, hiding his face in your neck.

‘you sounded angry,’ you note.

he combs your hair with his fingers, exposing the back of your neck and planting light kisses to the skin.

‘i was, it’s five am on a saturday, i don’t want to be woken up because idiots can’t do their job,’ he mutters into your neck.

from the conversation you could hear, that was evidently not work, in fact you’d literally heard him hiss nancy’s name down the phone multiple times.

but it’s far easier to just ignore, rather than argue about why his wife was calling so early and why he was so angry about it.

‘okay,’ you wriggle around to face him, slinging your leg over his, intertwining them.

‘it’s too early to be awake.. go back to sleep baby,’ he tilts his head down to place a kiss to your forehead.

your heart skips a beat at the intimacy and you’re so nearly tempted to just blurt out that you actually think you’re in love with him. but you bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the weekend.

you’re sat opposite steve in some incredibly fancy restaurant when he slides a thin box across the table.

you look at him, puzzled, ‘what’s that?’

‘just open it,’ he sits back in his chair, smiling.

you take the lid off slowly revealing a stunning diamond encrusted bracelet.

'steve.. no, i can't accept this..' you slide the box back over to him.

he takes the box, carefully taking the bracelet out of it and grabbing your wrist, he clasps the bracelet and places your hand back on your lap.

you admire the glistening jewellery now adorning your wrist, 'you really didn't have to,' you beam back at him.

'but i wanted to, i'm glad you like it,' he takes a swig of wine, gazing over at you.

'thank you, i love it,' you lean across the table, placing a light kiss to his lips.

'good,' he smiles against your lips, as you sit back in your chair.

you look around the busy restaurant, 'you look like my sugar daddy, you know,' giggling.

he groans, 'god, i don't look that old, do i?'

you jut out your bottom lip sarcastically, 'ooh, i'd say.. 48.. on a good day.'

'wow.. i think i've still got the receipt for that bracelet,' he remarks.

you reach over and take his hand, 'no, you look great for your age, though i can see some greys peaking through,' you laugh.

he shakes his head in response, a slight smile on his lips. your humour was lost on him, though you'd tried to get him to understand some of your jokes and references, it was useless. he'd actually asked you to help him set up an instagram account, so he could 'be friends with you' on there.

you intertwine your fingers, 'no, you really do look great.'

'i know,' he winks and you roll your eyes at the sheer cockiness.

the waitress walks over with plates of foods, noticing his ringed finger intertwined with yours. you catch the slight frown she flashes you and drop his hand, a sudden wave of guilt flashing over you.

emma notices the new bit of bling straight away, gushing at your new present.

'i'm gonna assume it's not ending anytime soon then?' she asks, admiring your wrist.

you groan as your palm hits your forehead, 'i don't know.. nancy called him when we were away.. he told me it was work but i'm not stupid.. anyway, i've never heard him so angry.. it was weird,' you shake your head, looking to your roommate for advice.

'hmm.. that is weird.. maybe she found something? like the receipt to that bracelet.. i know i'd be angry as shit if i found that without the bracelet..' she suggests, finally giving letting go of your arm.

'i dunno.. he said she was away this weekend.. some conference or something, so surely she wasn't home to find it?'

'oh, well.. i actually have no explanation for that.. just ask him, what's the worst that could happen?'

you think back to the time you'd made an off-the-cuff joke about nancy's name on his phone and how he immediately went into a foul mood, 'why are you bringing her up? i'm here with you, okay? we don't need to talk about my wife.'

though, he did occasionally use you as someone to rant to about her, telling you about how loveless his marriage was, how she barely even looked at him anymore and how really he was just looking for the right time to divorce her. you knew to keep your mouth shut and just listen because as soon as you'd ask a follow-up question about her, he'd shut his mouth.

'god no.. we don't talk about her.. i'm sure it was nothing.. if it was that bad he woulda gone home, right?'

'yeah.. exactly, don't stress about it.. not with that on your wrist,' she chuckles. she didn't exactly help, only appeasing your delusions but you still appreciated her words of not-so-much wisdom nonetheless.

you fluff your hair up, making sure the curls sat perfectly before smoothing out your floor length gown and heading out to the taxi steve had booked you outside.

you'd attended a handful of the business dinners with steve before, the general consensus you'd gathered were that the women that accompanied these men were girlfriends, rather than wives. every single suited man sat around your table had a gorgeous, younger woman on their arm and a wedding band on their fourth finger. you included.

it was also incredibly evident that although these men had girlfriends, none of you had boyfriends.

this dinner was different, half of the team were going to be there so you and steve had to be totally unconcerned with each other. he'd booked a room for you both at the hotel after you'd pretend to try and find a cab with your colleagues.

you walk into the large hall, alongside a few of the people from the office.

you spot steve, dressed to the nines not that he ever didn't make an effort. and then you see nancy stood beside him, wearing a pale pink gown. the exact shade steve had previously convinced you not to buy as it was 'boring'.

you're slightly taken aback as she never usually attended these things, but you brush it off, sitting down where your placeholder inked your name. conveniently your seat was opposite steve at the large round table. he'd surely been responsible for the placing.

the night trundles on, many large glasses of white wine consumed. you pick up on the fact nancy is on the water, so vehemently shutting down any offers of wine.

'i love your bracelet, y/n.. it's gorgeous,' carol states taking your wrist into her hand.

'i know, my daddy bought it for me, a congratulations present,' you smile.

steve chokes on the wine in his mouth, causing a clatter of plates and cutlery as everyone's eyes land on him.

'excuse me, must've gone down the wrong hole,' he shoots you an irked look which you brush off, downing another glass of wine.

you're positively tipsy when nancy stands from the table, nudging steve to stand next to her, she clears her throat, 'steve and i wanted to make a little announcement.. we're pregnant!'

your heart drops. you'd known from the second you noticed she wasn't drinking. the fact she was even in attendance should've been a tell tale sign.

you press your lips together in a forced smile, eyes planted on nancy, rather than the massive dickhead stood next to her. you didn't hate her, how could you? she'd done nothing wrong.

you join in on the applause, even going up to congratulate her still choosing to ignore steve.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur, nancy leaves at some point or another, coming up to hug you goodbye, her kindness making your stomach turn.

your other phone buzzes at the end of the night as you stand besides your colleagues waiting for a cab. you'd intended to just hop in and go home, leaving steve on his own in the overpriced hotel room.

'where are you? there's a key under your name at the desk'

you swallow, making up some pathetic excuse to go back inside the hotel to your colleagues. they flash a few knowing looks to each other before saying goodbye as you stumble up the stone steps and into the reception.

'uhh.. y/n y/l/n.. there should be a key..?' you question the polite lady at the front desk.

she hands you a plastic keycard, 'yes, room 906.. have a nice evening,' she smiles at you.

you're on a mission to get to steve, the anger unfolding in your stomach as you press the elevator button. it dings on the ninth floor and you step out, unlocking the sixth door.

steve is stood at the desk, pouring two glasses of wine as you walk in.

he can tell instantly that you're angry, in fact you were positively furious.

'are you joking? she's fucking pregnant, steve! did you not think to let me know?' you screech, throwing your bag down and storming over to his position.

he raises his hands in defeat, 'i was going to tell you.. i promise, she just sprung it on me saying she was going to do it tonight.. i had no choice,' he's so calm with his words, you almost believe him.

'hah, get fucked.. you've known for god knows how long and not told me, you expect me to believe you?' you spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

'yes, because it's the truth.. why would i ever choose to announce such news here? especially to you.. you mean much more to me than that.'

'do you seriously think this can continue? she's pregnant, for fuck's sake,' you stare daggers into him, wishing you weren't so hopelessly in love with the caramel eyes that stared back.

'why not? it wasn't a problem when she wasn't pregnant.. now you want to take the moral high ground? it's far too late for that,' his jaw is tense.

'it's different! and you know that!' you jab his chest against as his hand grabs your wrist, constraining you.

'why'd you come here then? you could've gone home, hell i'll book you a cab right now, if it's what you want,' the side of his mouth ever so curls up into a slight smirk. already knowing your answer.

'i came up here to tell you to get fucked,' ignoring his offer for a cab.

'okay, you've done that.. you're still here,' he cocks his head to the side slightly.

'get fucked.'

his lips crash onto yours, your arm snakes around his neck as you kiss him back, eyes squeezed shut.

you yank at the back of his hair, the kiss desperate and full of breathless moans as he presses you back against the desk. much like the night that had started this whole affair.

he pulls away, spinning your body round and holding onto the back of your neck, bending you over the desk.

his fingers unzip your dress, sliding it down your body as his large hands slide up your thighs, settling on your waist.

you hold your weight up on the desk, feeling his already erect cock pressing against you. he takes your wrists in his hand, practically slamming the side of your face down against the wood.

you groan in response, he unknots his tie and wraps it around your wrists and tying it in a tight knot.

he rips your panties off with such force they sting your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

'are you gonna take my cock? huh? you gonna be a good girl?' he puts his hand on the side of your face, pressing you down onto the desk.

you nod under his palm, 'c'mon i wanna hear your words, baby.'

'y-yes,' you manage to mumble out, he slaps his cock on your slick entrance. it pained you to say it but this was turning you on ridiculously, he was rarely this dominant with you.

'good,' he thrusts into you with no warning, grabbing onto the tie around wrists, holding them tight behind your back.

you gasp as he continues to pound into you, steve pulls your body up towards his your back flush against his chest, he growls into your ear, 'you're such a good girl.. much better when your pretty little mouth is moaning for me.'

his hand creeps around your neck, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, unintelligible moans tumble out of your lips as his pace quickens, slamming into you with his fingers squeezing your neck.

his thrusts falter as he grumbles into your ear, 'fuck,' you can feel him shudder behind you, filling you up.

steve pulls out, standing back just watching you in the precarious position.

'you're cute when you're angry but i prefer you like this, i might just have to leave you like this,' he smirks, pulling his boxers back up around his waist.

'please, untie me,' you bargain, attempting to wriggle free but it was useless.

'only because you said please,' he unties the knot, freeing your wrists as he stands right behind you.

'have you got something i can wear?' you turn to look at him, admiring his sweaty chest, heaving up and down.

'in my bag,' he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him, 'you're staying here?'

you nod, pulling away and walking over to the brown leather bag on the bag, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, slipping them on.

he walks over to the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, ‘i knew you would, though i will say i did enjoy your little performance earlier.’

you roll your eyes, ‘it wasn’t a performance, i’m still angry with you.’

‘hmm, thought i might’ve fucked it out of you, but clearly not,’ he chuckles and you almost melt at the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back.

‘i’m tired, i’ve got no energy to fight with you again,’ you sigh.

he leans down, kissing the back of your neck before removing his arms, ‘thank god for that, not sure my back would last another round like that.’

you slide into the big bed, pulling the covers around your shoulders. you really should’ve just gone home, but the thought of having to get a cab after all of that was too much.

quite honestly, you knew this would be your last night with steve. there was no way you could continue the relationship knowing nancy was at home pregnant with his child. it wasn’t necessarily the thought of her being pregnant either, but the fact that he loved her, and not you.

he climbs into bed next to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you snuggle into his chest, exhaling as you lay your head on his shoulder. slowly drifting off to sleep.

you wake up to the sunrise, creeping in through the drawn curtains.

6:34am your phone reads.

you sigh, carefully sliding out of the bed, as to not wake the snoring steve next to you.

not intending to still be here when he awoke.

you slip on the dress you’d worn last night, over his black tee, deciding it was only fair that you also took his suit jacket, for your modesty.

taking the other phone he’d given to you and leaving it alongside the bracelet he’d most recently gifted, on the bed.

you can’t help but steal a quick glance of him, the last time you’d see him in such a peaceful state.

picking up the uncomfortable heels you’d worn last night and creeping out of the hotel before he had the opportunity to sweet talk you into continuing the affair.

monday morning is dire in the office. you hadn’t spoken to steve since friday evening. even though he’d tried. even breaking the number one rule he’d set out for you: don’t use his personal number for anything.

you’d received a text in the middle of saturday morning,

‘please call me, it’s urgent.’

smart man, knowing that he could so easily play it off as some work emergency. you ignored of course. too busy sobbing into emma’s arms to care.

you pull open the top drawer of your desk, and there lies the phone you’d left in the hotel, right next to the glimmering bracelet.

there was already a text message on the phone screen,

‘come to my office as soon as you see this.’

you choose to ignore once again, closing the drawer and continuing with the work on your screen.

what you couldn’t see was steve getting agitated in his office, surely you had seen the message by now?

there’s an hour until the end of the day when carol trundles over to your desk, ‘mr. harrington has requested you in his office.’

you sigh, standing from your chair and strutting over to his door. three knocks on the wood before he tells you to enter, and you do, closing the door behind you.

‘what the fuck are you playing at?’

‘what?’

‘you know exactly what.. you didn’t get my messages?’

‘no i did,’ you stare at him as steps forward towards you.

‘you didn’t think to reply? you left in the middle of the night, you could’ve been dead for all i knew,’ he snaps.

‘well i’m not, i thought you would’ve taken the hint and realised i don’t want to speak to you,’ you shuffle backwards as he gets closer.

'i don't understand, i thought we sorted this mess out at the hotel? now what? you don't want to do this anymore?' he tilts his head slightly, staring at you.

'yes, exactly that,' you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

'well.. that's your choice, but i am telling you now that nothing between us will change.. there's no reason to end this now,' he moves closer, now only mere inches away from you.

'i can't steve, i won't do it anymore..' a tear slides down your cheek, quick to wipe it away, 'you know.. very well that i love you.. i can't watch you have a kid with her while i feel like this,' you're crying now, attempting to speak through the sobs.

'you know how i feel about you..' he cups your face in his hands, but you pull back, jerking your face away.

'say it then.'

'i- wel..' he fumbles over himself, unable to speak the words you were so desperate to hear.

you can't help but smile, despite your bottom lip quivering, a sob threatening to erupt.

'look.. i- it's just difficult-,' he stammers.

you walk over to the door, back facing him, as he grits his teeth, irritated at how quickly you were willing to leave this.

'i'll.. uh, i'll get you transferred to our brooklyn office.. i think you'll be very happy there.'

you scoff and walk out of his office for the last time, slamming the door behind you. you can feel the collective stare from the office as you walk to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

and you truly realise, girls like you weren’t ever supposed to be like nancy. you were forever going to be a girlfriend. or the other woman, not good enough for pole position but always, always good enough to hang off of their arm as eye candy. steve could move you to another office, out of sight out of mind, right?

but another you would come along just as fast as you had, stealing pathetic glances across the office, sly touches in the staff room, the gifts and then it’d all get too much. wives get suspicious and she’d be shipped off just as quick as you were.

you're sat in a cubicle crying quietly when you can hear the bathroom door open.

'y/n..?' there's a light knock to the door, 'can i come in?' you click the lock, allowing her to come in.

it's carol, steve's sweet little assistant walks in and bends down to your level.

you furrow your brows in confusion but she looks softly back at you, a slight frown on her face.

'i don't know... exactly.. what's been going on.. but, i do know that you are far too good for that man, men like him.. they get off on ruining young girls,' she wipes your cheek with her thumb, 'but you.. you're not going to let him ruin you, okay?'

you sniffle, looking up at her with a small smile, 'okay..'

'you walk out of here with your head held high and you forget all about him,' she puts her hands on your shoulders, rubbing slightly.

what you didn't know was that you weren't the first young girl to leave this office because of him and you most certainly wouldn't be the last. she'd bore witness to girls full of ambition joining the office to end up with a head crammed with dreams about their relationship with steve. only to end up the exact same way as you, hopelessly in love with a married man.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #stranger things smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x you #steve harrington one shot

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s0urw00lf · 2 years ago

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Hiiii. okay well I had an idea and I thought maby requested it? anyways, can you write a one-shot of mccall!reader that like no one take her seriously and no one really care of her but like one time a new villan come to them and just fight with them and ask them where is reader and wanna kill us and they are like but she is just a human and really stupid andddd then we come and save them and reveal our powers, like scarlet witch powers? and we have a really big fight with the villan anf OK just this. Maybe even a little stiles × reader at the end? 3/> luv your account btw

OMG i absolutley love this! and thank you <3 means a a lot! also i'm gonna make this a stiles x reader because i LOVE stiles. he's the reason i started watching teen wolf in the first place sooo i hope you enjoy this.

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Being the twin sister of scott mccall is not at all what people think. Ever since he got his werewolf powers or whatever its been all about "saving the world" and he never has time just to chill out with family anymore. Don't get me wrong i love the pack meetings but i hate that everybody excludes me. well, except stiles. He always makes sure to make sure i get my point across even when were sitting on limited time.

"No scott, what i mean is-" i said being cut of by a rushed scott. “No y/n you know I love you but we don’t have the time” he said. We’re all standing around scott and i’s table during a pack meeting. I sit back and glare at scott once again from the opposite side of him. I sigh unfolding my hands standing up abruptly making everyone stare at me. “Y/n nows not the ti-“ scott says aggravated with his sister. “No! No I’m so done!” yelled back at him “you never listen to me anymore. I’m not weak! I’m always trying to help but you never listen” I yelled. “You obviously Don’t need me so why bother?” I said backing out of the room. Walking to the front door grabbing my keys and helmet out of the house and onto my bike. Kinda like Scott’s just f/c and not green. I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I lifted the petal and was about to drive off but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and saw stiles. “What do you want stiles” I sighed putting the petal back down. “Well I- I saw that you were gonna drive off without your helmet on. Safety first ya know” he said holding up my helmet with a goofy grin on his face. He saw my hurt expression and his face fell. “Look y/n, nobody thinks your weak. Especially not me” he said with the most sincere expression on his face. “You do. All of you do, ever since Peter happened you guys have been on edge with me, you barley even let me talk anymore” I said aggravated. “Y/n I know there’s more to you. Something in me is telling me that your more that we know.” He said avoiding eye contact with me. I looked at him surprised “I uhh- I gotta go” I said putting my helmet on and driving off, leaving the boy standing there sad.

Yn drove to the opening of beacon preserve where all this mess started. She turned off her bike and put the petal down. She got off of her bike leaving the keys in the ignition but taking off her helmet and setting it on the handle of the bike. She stepped over the the chains to the entrance and walked in.

Ever since Peter bit scott and i everything’s been different. Even me. I didn’t turn into a werewolf or a banshee or a kanima. I turned into a witch. Yes the spell casting, mind controlling, telekinetic kind. No wands no spell books just me. I have this overwhelming anger in my heart. Or it could be hurt. But that built onto the power flowing through my veins. As I walked further into the woods I came across an open field. I sat in the middle thinking about my life over the past couple of months. How shit they’ve been. The memories bought tears to my eyes. I continued thinking about the awful things that had happened recently. I lost my best friend Erica to the alphas. I never really had time to dwell on it. My best friend since I was in diapers. Much like Scott and stiles. She was gone. I felt myself break down tears ran freely down my face, my hands shook. My body’s emotions were finally spilling over the edge and I couldn’t stop it. The sadness turned to anger that grew and grew until I couldn’t control it. My body lifted off of the ground as a orange aura surrounded my hands. The anger grew and grew until I blew up. I screamed. Loud. Finally letting free all of the power and emotions I had built up overtime. E wave of energy bursted from my body as I screamed. My body dropped back to the ground after the energy subsided. I felt amazing. Like I had all the control in the world. I smiled looking up to the sky with tears still streaming down my face. I finally had the control I needed to prove myself. Maybe stiles was right. Maybe I am so much more than the rest.

AN: this is short I know but… I’m making this a 2 part because I have a lot for the second part I just need to plan it out so it’s not so rushed. Also I didn’t see your first request idk what it was but I’ll make sure to check my inbox

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #scott mccall #derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #scott mccall x reader #xreader

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To Shape a Home (9)

Autumn- Chapter 9

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Bakugo x reader

Warnings: BEING CUTE WITH COWSSSSSS

WC: 4.5k

a/n: ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVOROTE CHAPTERS TO WRITE AND LOWKEY THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS ENTIRE FIC! HE COWSSSSSS

Katsuki’s house isn’t at all what you expected. You’re not sure what you expected, but it strikes you as more normal than you thought it would be. The grass when you pull up is perfectly mowed, his barn is in great shape. There’s a tiny herd of cows out grazing in his small fenced in field. The grass is exceptionally green even under the autumn sun.

There aren’t many trees on his property so it feels more open and free. It smells like manure, and wet leaves but it’s not a bad scent. It’s comforting. Even the outside of his home is comforting. It looks cozy and inviting which is ironic considering he was anything but that when you first met. But it means he takes extra care of his land and somehow that makes you want to know him even more.

When you pull into his long driveway your stomach is gurgling with so many nerves. You almost wish you could throw up and get it all out and then walk up to his house with your head held high. Instead, you struggle holding the pan of pumpkin squares you spent hours obsessing over and nudging the truck door closed with your hip.

Katsuki answers the door almost immediately after you knock. Was he waiting for you? Did he see you drive up? He looks different standing in the comforts of his own home, more relaxed as he stands barefoot in a simple black shirt and sweatpants. As always he looks good, but something about him being comfortable even though you’re around, makes your stomach do flips.

“Afternoon, Katsuki. Hope you’ve got a sweet tooth,” you say, beaming up at him.

He raises an eyebrow and you hold the fancy ceramic baking dish up for him to catch a whiff of the treat.

“Thought you said you were makin’ a dumb ass casserole or somethin’,” he replies stepping aside to let you in.

“I don’t think you’ve earned my cooking yet,” you joke and he snorts.

The inside of Katsuki’s home is also not what you expected. It’s open just as the land outside is. Clean, organized, not heavily decorated but containing all the essentials. Nothing’s out of place and it feels very generic, save for the huge round rug in the middle of the living room.

The walls are empty, the furniture looks comfy but plain. He doesn’t have a tv, or pictures or anything that would hint at anyone actually living here. It smells like lemon cleaner and you wonder if he’s been cleaning all day in preparation for your visit.

“Shoes off?” you ask, looking up at him as he closes the door behind you.

“Iffin ya don’t mind. Don’t like all the mud and shit on the floors and rugs,” he grunts, blushing slightly.

You smile to yourself; so he does care about his home. It’s strange that there’s no other decorations. Maybe he’s just not that into interior design? You make a mental note to ask him about it later as you slide out of your boots. When they’re off and sitting propped by the door, you both stand in the foyer awkwardly.

You bite the side of your cheek as you sway awkwardly and wait for him to say or do anything but he only stares out the window in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest. You take a deep breath, ok so he needs a little help. That you can do.

“So uhh..can I take these to the kitchen? I’m watching you eat at least one before I leave so you can tell me how great of a baker I am.”

You hold the dish up again and he smirks—thankfully—before he brushes past you and beckons you into the kitchen. As you stroll through the hallway you notice the bare walls again. They definitely stand out, is it because they’re bare like yours? How long has he lived here? Certainly long enough to have some decorations up.

You’re even more curious when you notice the ghost of a picture frame on the wall the stairs lead up to. So he did have something hanging there. What was it and why is it gone now? You get the feeling there’s a long story behind it, he did tell you about an ex-girlfriend when you were in the cellar together.

The kitchen is more lively when you step in and place your pan down on the island. You’ll bet that he actually spends most of his time here which is…hot. A man that can cook? Hot. A man that likes to cook? Even better.

Do not think about cooking together in the kitchen. Don’t be stupid.

His kitchen has huge windows like yours. He must like the natural light and warmth of the sun while he cooks as well. His appliances are newer than yours but his pots and pans are worn or loved is what your Gran would have called them and again that makes you smile.

Everything is still tidy, but there’s more evidence of someone living here, an obvious difference to the rest of the house. Like a half empty glass on the wooden island, condensation leaking down the side and pooling beneath it. You twitch your fingers, it needs a coaster but this isn’t your house so you refrain.

Your nose is in the air when you enter, it smells like coffee, freshly brewed and instantly you’re dying for a cup. It’s still brewing, the sound of the brown liquid dripping into the pot is like a symphony to a coffee addict like yourself.

You raise an eyebrow, “Coffee? Didn’t take you for the type,” you say nodding toward the coffeemaker.

It looks brand spanking new which means he either never uses it or he bought it with the intention of serving coffee today. You shrug off the idea though, there’s no way he’s that interested in trying to impress you. He pulls a mug from a cupboard behind him and when noticing your eyes flicking over to the leaking glass he —thankfully, good gosh— slides a coaster under it.

“I ain’t. But I figured you were,” he mutters, trying to bury his consideration under a gruff nonchalance. He tacks on, “Shitty bean water but you city folk go nuts over it,” for good measure.

As the coffee brews, you chat more and it’s normal. It’s like popping rows of bubble wrap. Each little pop of new information he shares with you is like a rush of joy sent to your head. You find out little things about his hobbies and find yourself craving more. Peeling back his layers could be one of your favorite pastimes.

He makes his own fishing lures, which turn out to be very impressive because he has an eye for creativity. You knew this, clearly from the way he picked up the painting techniques you taught in class easily, but this seems more his speed. The ones he begrudgingly show you are extremely well crafted with no mistakes or weird knots in the thread. He’s got a steady hand, and you see him blush from the corner of your eye when you stare in amazement and compliment how beautiful his creations are.

He also likes to cook—called it—and spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking of new recipes to use the plentiful amount of veggies he harvests every year. You blow his mind when you suggest he jars his veggies and keep them saved for winter and you smirk to yourself when he accepts the offer for you to help him get started at a later date.

Sitting on the stool against the island, you notice how much closer he is to you. He’s leaning on the counter toward you with an arm resting near yours. You almost want to reach out and put a gentle hand over it.

You’re swooning–well not outwardly–when he talks about how much care goes into planting and taking care of the crops he grows. He almost looks like a different person. His shoulders are relaxed and he looks dazed when he peers out the window over the outstretch of his land. There’s no wrinkle between his brows, he leans close to the open window above the sink, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in and out.

“It’s paradise,” he mutters in a voice akin to a father praising his newborn son.

You think you get it now. Seeing him in this brief moment makes your heart swell, it makes you wish he was always this comfortable and calm and free. You’ve caught glimpses of it for sure, when he played with Frenchie at the fishing spot, or when he painted those perfect mountains on the canvas in your art class. But nothing beats the few seconds of him appreciating his home and his land and hardwork. If you could pause and take a picture of this moment, you would.

The slow drip of coffee in the pot soothes the atmosphere and as it dribbles to a halt you barely notice. You’re in the middle of a heated discussion because he had the nerve to call you a music snob. Like he has any right to call anyone a snob, he just got done telling you about how he only uses “fresh herbs” when he cooks.

“I’m not a snob because I like the authentic sound of a record, asshole,” you say pouting as he laughs at you.

“Ya see, that’s exactly what a music snob would say. ‘Authentic sound’, what a nerd! “ he mocks, wrapping an arm around his stomach and laughing harder.

When you poke your lips out further and –very childishly- stick your tongue out at him, he surprises both of you by lightly grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger. It’s a very quick gesture but it doesn’t manage to go unnoticed by both of you. It brings the conversation to a halt and you’re left blinking and blushing in surprise as he clears his throat.

“Coffee’s done,” he mutters and turns away to grab a mug and pour some for you.

Shake it off, don’t make this anymore weird than it already is, you say to yourself.

You were doing fine. Conversation seems to run smoothly when you both let yourself stay loose and enjoy the moment. Why do you keep fighting this? Why do you keep pulling back or being surprised when he touches you. God, you’ve never been this indecisive when it came to dating any of your exes, but with Katsuki it’s like an entirely new experience.

“How do you take it?”

His voice tears you out of your mind babble. “Oh uhh just a bit of milk or cream,” you sputter.

He gives you a look, that “I’m judging your choices look” and instantly you poke your lips out and pout again. “Last time I checked you were a farmer not a judge, so quit judging me,” you snap shimmying off the stool and grabbing your dish of pumpkin squares.

He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes as he adds cream to your coffee, sets the mug in front of you, then moves to grab two saucers from the cabinet. It’s fluid, natural, like you’ve both been doing this for a long time and it makes you think about how if you lived together, your morning routine would be a piece of cake.

Oh geez, morning routine? You feel like you’re a kid again, drawing your name with your crush’s name in hearts on your notebook. Pathetic. You’re not even sure this man actually likes you like that. A few months ago he hated your guts.

You sigh and he places the saucers down in front of you. Then he moves behind you, a hand on the small of your back and grunts, “sorry” before he opens a drawer and pulls out a spatula for you to serve the cake. You still feel the warmth of his palm on your back and the hair on your arm stands up.

Ok so maybe he does like you.

The smuggest smile you can muster is plastered on your face when you watch Katsuki take a bite of your pumpkin square. You’d watched nervously as he sniffed and smelled and grimaced at your pastry before hesitantly putting it to his lips and taking a bite. But the second it hit his tongue his grimace changed instantly to shock. He continues chewing as you take a sip of your coffee to hide your delight behind the mug.

“The fuck did ya put in this?” he asks as he takes another bite. This time you can’t help the squeal of excitement that escapes you.

“Is it that good?” There’s something about hearing praise from him. It makes you tingle, makes you shiver in excitement. It makes you feel special. You get the feeling he doesn’t give praise out willy nilly. Checkmate.

“I made the cream cheese myself! Used Fatima’s milk and spent like three days making it into cream cheese and then making it a sweet frosting was easy after I got the right consistency,” you explain putting a finger to your lips and rambling.

“Fatima?” Katsuki grunts as he shoves the remaining bite into his mouth.

“Mmm hmm. My cow,” you nod.

“You have a cow?”

“Yeah! I got her two weeks ago. That’s why I've been so busy. Been trying to get her accustomed to her new home,” you say proudly.

You don’t miss the small breath of relief that escapes him when you explain. So he did think you were avoiding him –you were but he didn’t need to know that–but you’re happy he believes otherwise. His shoulders relax a bit more and he’s no longer clenching his fists.

“Her and Frenchie get along perfectly. She’s a good gal. Easy to talk to,” you continue.

“Easy to talk to? Right, I forgot you talk to your animals like their humans.”

It always comes back to this. He really should try it before he judges you. You remember his confusion when you mentioned his “lonely look.” It’s still there, behind his eyes and in the way he speaks and moves but you’ve noticed it’s not so prominent anymore.

“I’m telling you, don’t knock it til you try it,” you shrug.

“They don’t talk back dummy, how am I supposed to have a conversation?” He argues, folding his arms over his chest.

“They talk back…in their own way. You just gotta listen to them,” you insist moving closer to poke him in the chest. This time the action is more casual, teasing, and friendly. Yeah, you got this.

“Pft,” he scoffs.

The spark of an idea lights up your face then and you hold your hand up to his face, palm upward.

“I’ll prove it. Take me to the cows,” you say, shaking your hand in front of him so that he gets the hint to grab it and guide you. Is this a ploy to try and hold his hand? Maybe. But also his cows deserve this so it’s a win for all parties involved.

His eyes swivel between your hand and your face a few times before he rolls his eyes and grabs it, pulling you toward the door in the kitchen. His hand tightens around yours and you can’t help thinking how perfectly your hand fits in his.

When you both pull back on your shoes and he pulls you outside, you’re hit with a crisp autumn breeze that blows through the knitted holes of your cardigan. The back of his home is even more beautiful than the front and you’re left speechless as you stare out onto the land.

More rolling hills in the distance illuminated by the golden afternoon sun, a few trees that still cling to their colorful leaves for warmth but none more grand than a huge oak tree that stands taller than any of the plants or buildings on his property. It’s gorgeous, something about it draws you in. You stare in amazement with parted lips and wide eyes.

“What? Don’t tell me they don’t have trees in the city?” he groans.

You’re too immersed in the scene to fire back a snappy comment. Instead, you keep staring and whisper in a dreamy voice, “It's beautiful. So old and lovely. Like it’s holding so many stories and memories. It’s fantastic.”

“Would you let me paint it one day?”

He pauses and with a cocked eyebrow stares at you for what seems like hours. He must think you’re nuts, going all goo goo eyed over a goddamn tree. Still, you do really want to paint it, you can almost feel your limbs moving to outline it now. He turns away and you catch the way the tip of his ears are bright red under his tanned skin.

“Iffin ya want,” he shrugs and pulls you forward to continue leading you to the cow pen.

Katsuki has five cows and it’s super impressive. You’ve had a bit of a rough time trying to get into the groove of taking care of Fatima and for a few days you thought about giving up and giving her back to the seller. But you prevailed and now she’s become the greatest cow who ever lived, at least in your mind.

Katsuki’s cows are all beautiful, well fed, healthy, pretty coats, everything you expected after seeing the way he dotes on other portions of his home. When you approach the pen and Katsuki unhooks the gate and steps in, one of the cows looks up and takes a few steps toward him. You smile as the others snort and groan, sticking their noses in the half full trough.

The cow who’s slowly making her way over to Katsuki, bellows a low groan and when she reaches him, she knocks her head against his shoulder. He smiles and pats her snout, rubbing it gently before giving her a once over and deciding she still looks good. You tiptoe over to her with a hand outstretched, smiling warmly before she sniffs your hand and licks it.

She is a beauty, chocolate brown with a few white spots across her belly. Her snout and udder are a powdery pink, her fur soft, and when she looks at you her eyes radiate warmth and understanding. She knows you’re a friend and it makes joy bubble up inside of you.

“Hey pretty girl,” you say sweetly.

You move to look into her eyes, she’s gentle, friendly and from the way her ears perk up at your voice, eager to communicate. You nuzzle your nose against her snout then turn to Katsuki who’s watching you like you’re a Disney princess talking to all her little animal friends.

“Does she have a name?” you ask.

“Course. They all do. I ain’t a monster. I just don’t have weird small talk with ‘em,” he grumbles. He pushes his lips out pouting and you giggle. What a baby.

“What’s her name?”

Katsuki glances at the pattern on her side then says simply “Belle.”

“Belle! That’s cute. And the others?” you squeal stroking her snout as her tail swings back and forth.

He hesitates and huffs and you can tell he’s contemplating whether he wants to share or not. Fortunately, he lifts a finger and points to each cow. “Lucy, Himiko, Mara, and that’s…”

He trails off and grits his teeth in frustration. Strange. That’s the first time he’s looked annoyed since coming out to the pen.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s…?”

He growls and his jaw sets before he sighs in defeat. “Sweet Mama.”

No fucking way.

“Sweet Mama?! Oh my god,” you gasp, then double over laughing so hard Belle huffs an annoyed breath at you for being so loud. You quickly apologize, scratching behind her ear and soothing her before you address Katsuki. “I would’ve never thought you- “

“I didn’t.” He seethes. “I lost a bet while drinking with that damn idiot Denki. He won so he got to name her,” he explains in a rush.

Drinking? But, you thought he didn’t drink. You’re not sure where you got that idea from, no one told you but for some reason you always got the feeling he was uncomfortable around booze. Something about his body language or the way he is always sipping water at a get together. Granted, Eiji did tell you he works at Toshi’s so he can’t be too bothered by it.

“I’m surprised you stuck with it,” you reply honestly and he tuts.

He lifts his nose into the air stubbornly and folds his arms over his hulking chest. The muscles in his arm flex under the afternoon sun and you quickly tear your eyes away to look into Belle’s eyes. You swear she slides you a sly wink and you clear your throat quietly and mutter ”quit it,” to her under your breath.

“I keep my promises. No matter how stupid they are,” he says proudly. Your heart leaps at his statement and you remember the way he peered into your eyes and said I ain’t gonna let anything happen to you or the dog, alrite? I promise.

“Plus, stubborn gal won’t answer to anything but that. I think she fucking likes it,” he groans, giving her a sour but sweet frown.

You giggle again. “Ok we’ll start with Belle then. She seems like she knows you the best,” you say rubbing her side gently and blowing her kisses.

Katsuki looks surprised, “Well uhh…she was the first cow I got but how can you tell that?” he asks, moving closer to her and throwing an arm over her neck.

Is he being serious? He really doesn’t see it? You want to make a snide comment about how he must be really good at shutting things out not to notice the obvious enamored expression this cow is giving him.

Instead you shrug and say “She’s the only one who took a step toward the gate when we opened it.”

“So?”

“So…it means she’s looking forward to seeing you. The others know when the gate is open it probably means you’re cleaning or getting them water or food or something, so they move toward the trough. She stepped toward you to greet you because she loves you,” you explain, keeping your eyes fixed on Belle as you rub her softly.

He stares a bit dumbfounded. Does he think he’s unlovable? Even from the animals he takes care of everyday? You knew Katsuki had baggage, but that thought makes you want to clutch your chest in pain. Instead you shake your head in mock disappointment trying to keep the mood light. “Wow, you’d think I was the country expert.”

“Shaddup,”he grumbles back.

“Ok, now look in her eyes and say hello,” you instruct, pulling his hand to replace yours on her snout.

Katsuki looks down at his own hand then back to you with hesitation before he –finally–mumbles a hello. He’s awkward, fidgety, and frustrated as he stumbles over his words. You’re petting Belle’s snout and whispering sweet things in her ear as she huffs and picks up on her farmer’s emotions.

“This is fucking stupid!” Katsuki yells suddenly and Belle grunts loudly with him taking a few steps back. You can feel her huffing in and out in the same frustration.

You reach out to Katsuki who has turned away from the cow and folded his arms over his chest, pouting again.

“No no it’s not! You’re doing great. She’s already connecting with you. When you get frustrated or nervous, so does she. Look!” you grasp his hand and it’s very warm. In your clutch he instantly calms and you try to push his delicious scent back out of your mind to focus on Belle again.

You pull his hand to her side so he can feel her breathing and when you instruct him to take a deep breath in and out to calm himself, the cow huffs out with you both.

“It’s ok mama. He’s calming down now, see?” you whisper to her in reassurance.

You stare into her eyes and you can see something that wasn’t there before. Then you glance around her to stare at Katsuki and nod for him to continue talking to her. He watches you as you soothe her, and you see a tiny spark in his eye as he realizes how connected Belle is to him.

He speaks gently this time, taking another deep breath and focusing all of his attention on the animal. He’s very sweet, way less harsh than his usual bite and growl. It’s unusual but comforting and for a second, just one tiny blip of a second you picture him speaking to a baby in his arms who looks just like him.

He scoffs as she butts her head against his chest and you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“You think your nips are cold? Shoulda seen me last winter shoveling the entryway for you gals. Straight through my shirt, almost tore it,” he jokes and pats her head. He seems lost in the conversation and it’s a shame when your guffaw interrupts the moment and Belle groans and moos loudly.

Katsuki tries to look angry at the interruption but he smirks at you, unable to keep up the snarl on his face.

“She said quit laughing at me. She’s the woman of the house. She’ll stick up for me and kick your ass if you keep it up,” he pouts, pushing his lips out.

“Haha I guess I should apologize,” you say, patting her side and smiling big at him.

As Katsuki continues muttering sweet things to Belle, you watch his hands tenderly rub through her fur. You notice how long and thick his lashes are and how strong and prominent his jaw is as he smiles to himself while chatting with her. He’s… handsome, beautiful even, when he’s calm and looking like this. Your heart skips a beat and then speeds up.

“I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole to ya when ya first got here and at Toshi’s,” he says suddenly.

You’re caught off guard as he moves a hand over yours. He squeezes it and you swallow hard. The intensity of the light hearted moment shifts into something more intimate and again you have a pull in your gut that tells you to move in to press your lips against his.

You push it away and instead say with a shrug, “I’m sorry I remind you of bad memories.”

“You don’t.”

He says it a little too quickly it almost sounds desperate and when he realizes it he turns his attention back to Belle quickly. Yet his hand stays planted atop yours. You grab it and he intakes a sharp breath that you ignore as you pull him back toward the house.

“Let’s have more cake, yeah?” you say cheerily as he walks behind you.

You don’t have to turn around to see his stifled delight as he squeezes your hand again and mutters, “Yeah, ok.”

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Thanks for reading!

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #marquie writes #to shape a home #stardew valley au

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barry-j-blupjeans · 3 years ago

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Since you said Taako would take care of a kid and then refuse to give them back.... Taako and 29 for the prompts? :3

29. A baby is crying

"Alright, alright," Merle said, squinting at his checklist. His already horrible eyesight had only gotten worse after losing an eye entirely. He made up for this by writing all his notes in a big, very legible scrawl. "I've got the suitcases and we've checked 'em to make sure-"

"That everything's in there, yup," Taako said, bouncing on the heels of his feet. "Which means it's about time you start getting back home-"

"Hang on," Merle said, waving him off. "Lemme go through my list. Suitcases, check. Make sure everything is in suitcases, check. Mavvie, do you have your toothbrush?"

"Yes, dad," Mavis said. "You asked me that three times already." She was standing by the door with her own suitcase. Merle had been kind of worried about leaving her and Mookie here with Taako for the weekend because Taako, by his own admission, knew "fuck all" about childcare. But she was still in one piece, that was an accomplishment by itself.

"I forgot!" Merle said. To be fair, he had forgotten the first time, but now he was just teasing. "Okay, toothbrush, suitcases, books n' toys n' shit- you've got-"

"I've got my books, dad," Mavis said impatiently.

"Yeah, Merle," Taako said, copying her tone. "She's got her books."

"Just checkin', just checkin'!" Merle said. "I feel like I'm forgetting something? But, uhh, I think that's it. Did we bring any food?"

"Not that Taako would let into the house," Mavis said.

"Sounds about right," Merle said. "Alright, time to go then." He lifted up the suitcase at his feet, pattering over to the door. Mavis had opened it, already jumping down the steps to get back home. Merle paused in the doorway- and yes, he saw that eye roll, young lady!- to speak to Taako one last time. "Thanks for takin' care of the kids this weekend. Sorry to push it on ya last minute."

"No prob," Taako said. "You owe me."

"Ah, yeah, probably do," Merle said. "I-"

"Are we leaving yet?" Mavis shouted from the end of the driveway.

"Give me a second!" Merle called back. He cupped his hand in front of his mouth to stop Mavis from hearing. "Kids, amirite? Anyway, yeah, I probably do owe ya one fo-"

There was a sharp cry from upstairs. Merle abruptly realized that the thing he thought he was missing was his other child.

"Taako," Merle said.

"Uh-huh?"

"Are you planning on givin' Mookie back or are you, I don't know, kidnapping him or something?"

"Uhm," Taako said. There was a clattering from the stairs behind him. Taako tried to shut the door but Merle stood in the way. "I mean, fifty-fifty?"

"I stubbed my toe!" Mookie hollered from behind him.

"I'll get you a new one, kid, don't even worry about it," Taako said. To Merle again, he said, "Listen. Kravitz doesn't know how children work, right?"

"Right...?" Merle said, not really seeing where this was going.

"So, uh-" Taako cut himself off with a snigger. "So I was gonna be like "Merle said we can have this one!" 'cus I figured that Mookie is probably the most durable kid I know? Like, he fell outta the window yesterday and he's fine, so-"

"He what?"

"He's fine," Taako repeated. "So I figured that I could just, y'know, play along with it and be like, yep! He's our kid now! Because Krav wouldn't say no but also he wouldn't know how to take care of a child n' I think that'd be funny to see. Like, surprise baby! But the baby is seven. Eight? How old is Mookie?"

"Only Pan knows," Merle said. "And as hilarious as that would be, bud, I do not want to get on Hekuba's bad side. Again."

"I thought you said all she's got was bad sides?"

"We're workin' on it," Merle said. He made his way passed Taako, to find Mookie standing not even a foot away, teary, his lower lip trembling. "Here, lemme heal it."

Mookie offered his foot, looking away dramatically. Merle knelt down, propping Mookie's foot up on his knee.

"Oh Panly father," he said, with flair, because he knew how Mookie was. "Please heal this child! And make him not tell his mother about the window incident!"

He cast a very weak version of Light on Mookie's foot, causing it to glow for a few seconds and then flicker out of existence. Mookie hesitantly looked back over, wiping his eyes. Behind him, Taako was very poorly keeping his laughter to himself.

"Feels any better?" Merle asked, ignoring Taako's choked-off sounds.

"Yeah," Mookie said. "Are we goin' home now?"

"Yeah," Merle said. "Go wait by your sister. I'll be right there."

And Mookie raced out the door. Merle could hear Mavis's disappointed groan from here.

"You lie to your kids often?" Taako wheezed out, leaning up against the doorframe in an effort not to collapse completely.

"Oh, yuck it up," Merle said, picking the suitcase back up. "Get back to me when you actually get a kid n' they want you to use a level two spell slot every half an hour."

#taako #merle highchurch #mavis highchurch #mookie highchurch #mavis and mookie highchurch #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #titaniumcanary #mookie counts as a baby right?#sldfsd #ise cube writing #this was the last prompt from this list!! thank you to everyone who sent one in!!

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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Pals Before Gals

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So, I wanted to write something that would eventually lead to a certain event that already happens in this universe. If you've read the other fics from this universe, you'll probably know what it is. I thought this was going to be more BFF Benny but the focus is actually not on him this time.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1,750

Pairing: Will "Ironhead Miller x GN!Reader (it was written with F!reader in mind, but this is written in a way that can be read by anyone)

Plot: Benny suddenly ditches you and Will and the two of you take the opportunity to get to know more about each other.

Contains: cursing, drinking, gambling

You and Benny are getting towards the end of a long and intense Mario Party game. Will is sipping on his beer and snacking on mixed nuts while watching you and Benny, killing time waiting for the pay-per-view to start. Benny has been waiting for this fight for months.

"Fuck you! Noooo!" Benny yells as you steal his hard-earned star.

"I don' t know what you're crying about! You have four stars. I finally have one," you point out.

"Yeah, but still!" Benny whines.

"Quit your bitching and roll!"

Benny grumbles and pouts while he presses the button on his controller to roll the dice.

"TWO? Seriously? What's the point in having allies if they're not helping me?" Benny huffs.

Just then, Benny's phone pings. He puts his controller down as the screen loads for the next mini game. Benny smirks and texts back whoever he got a message from.

"I hate this game," you groan. "Are you ready?"

"Nope! You're gonna have to take over for me." Benny tosses his controller onto Will's lap and gets up from the couch. "Ya boy got a last minute date."

"Why don’t you just invite her over?" Will asks.

“And have you guys cock block? I don’t think so.” Benny scurries towards the bathroom.

"What about the fight?" You shout.

"I'll watch the highlights on Youtube!" he shouts back before shutting the bathroom door and turning the shower on.

"Seriously? He's the reason why we're here," Will looks at you and you shrug.

"It's probably that girl he's been talking to for the last few months. He really likes her. Come on, let's finish this game," you nudge him.

"I don't even know how to play." Will picks up the tiny controller and looks at it, wondering how it works.

"You need to get out of your comfort zone, loosen up and have a little more fun every once in a while," you say. "Just follow the instructions on the screen. You can do that, right Captain?"

Will sighs, tucks his beer bottle between his knees and tries to follow the screen.

********

Right before Benny takes off, he quickly reminds you both to lock the door when you leave.

"What a dick," you mumble.

"So... you still wanna watch the fight?" Will asks.

"Not really. Do you?" You look over to him and ask.

"Me neither," he shakes his head.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he asks you what you want to do.

"Uhh..."

You've known Will as long as you've known Benny, but you were always closer to your best friend. While there is a comfortability with Will, you've never actually spent time alone with him so it's still a bit awkward.

"I mean, we don't have to do anything. We can just leave and go our separate ways. I can give you a ride home since yours ditched." Will absentmindedly taps the game controller on his thigh.

"OR..." you say, an idea blooming in your head. "We can hang out," you suggest. "We have all this food and beer here already. Why let it go to waste? What do you like to do for fun?"

Hearing yourself ask that question sounds strange because you thought you knew Will. You know Will, but you don't know Will. Now you feel a bit silly for not actually getting to know him beyond a surface level, considering how long you've known him and how much time you've spent with him. Sure, you know he's a nice guy, he's seen some shit while he was deployed, he likes to count things and is also a health nut, but you don't even know the guy's favorite color. Although blue suits him really well.

"Well, I like to... watch sports. Football, baseball, wrestling. I also like to be active. Paintballing is one of my favorites." Will leans back and take a sip of his beer. "I like to read. Oh! I also like a little poker. Me and my unit - you know, Pope, Fish, Redfly and of course Benny - we use to play a lot of poker on our down time. That was fun." He tips his beer bottle to you.

"Okay, so let's play some poker!"

You get up from the couch to look for some playing cards. You know Benny has at least a deck somewhere. There was a solid summer where Benny wanted to impress a girl he liked with card tricks. He actually did pretty damn well, but abandoned it after it didn't work out between them. Will clears the kitchen table and separates out some of the mixed nuts from the bowl to use as currency. After shuffling through his drawers and cabinets, you finally find a full deck of cards.

**********

With an expressionless face, Will glances at his cards, then at the cards at the center of the table, and then to you where you're patiently waiting for him to make a decision while you push your winnings around. So far, you've been winning most of the rounds and you're pretty sure you're going to win this one too.

"I raise you... five peanuts." Will pushes his bet into the pile of nuts in the middle.

"And I call." You add five of your own peanuts into the mix. You both then flip your cards over and you win with a three of a kind over his two pairs.

"Again? Damn, you can clean house." Will reaches for his beer and finds it empty when he goes to take a drink of it. "You want another?" he points to the bottle.

"Yeah, sure." You polish off the one you have and hand him the bottle. Between the two of you, you've gone through at least half a dozen beers.

"So who is this girl Benny is hiding from us? Have you met her?" Will gets up from his seat to grab two ice colds from the fridge and pops them open as you're shuffling and dealing the cards.

“I don't really know who she is. He probably doesn’t want to bring this new girl around because he doesn't want you to steal his thunder."

"How would I steal his thunder?" Will places the bottle besides you and sits back down.

"Because you're the better looking one."

Will is quite thrown off by your response.

"You really think I'm better looking? Come on," he chuckles and then takes a large swig of his drink.

"Objectively? You're both good looking men. Your whole family is fucking gorgeous." You take a moment to look at your cards.

"Benny's got that baby face and has that bit of a rebellious edge to him. I keep telling him he should grow his beard out, but he's not a fan of facial hair. You on the other hand, have that more..." You think about it for a moment. "...mature look."

"So I look old?" Will takes a look at his cards as well and bets.

"No, no. Not old. Not like sugar daddy old, but like, you seem like you have your shit together and you're not someone who's gonna fuck around." You call and then deal three cards in the middle of the table and then take a sip of your beer.

"Like you actually look like a decent, honest man." You both look up and your eyes meet. "You are a decent, honest man. An actual gentleman, if you will."

The corner of Will's lips turn up a bit and can see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink. You actually had a brief crush on him in high school after you got rejected by someone you liked and Will comforted you, but it quickly went away after he graduated and went off to the military. Your gazes linger for an extra beat until Will breaks it.

"So, Benny doesn't look like a decent, honest man?" Will smirks and places his bet.

"Between you and me, he has fuck boy vibes. I know he's not one, but based on looks and energy alone, one can mistaken him for one. Although his dating record isn't exactly whistle clean either." You call and deal another card.

Benny certainly had lived his fuck boy days when he was younger, but he's a little older and a little wiser now. Okay, maybe just older. Wiser, sure, but not necessarily in all the ways he should be. As cliched as it sounds, Benny has always been more of a lover than a fighter and a romance at heart.

"All in." Will pushes the rest of his stash into the center.

"Really?" You tilt your head and look at him. "You're ready to hand over all your nuts to me?"

Will spits up some of the beer in his mouth and starts laughing. You can't help but giggle.

Suddenly the front door unlocks and in comes Benny. Just Benny.

"You guys are still here? I thought you woulda left like hours ago." Benny kicks his boots off and leaves them by the door. "How was the fight?" he walks over to the couch and plops down.

"I don't know. We didn't watch it. We ate all your food and drank all the beer instead," you tell him. "How was your date?"

Benny leans his head back, staring at the ceiling and sighs.

"I think I'm in love."

You and Will silently shoot each other a knowing look. Benny has said that so many times about so many people, it has lost its value.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm gonna head out," Will gets up from his seat. "Um, you need a ride?" he asks you.

"Actually, I'm just gonna crash here for the night. I'm pretty exhausted," you cover your mouth and yawn.

"Alright," Will nods politely.

"You good to drive, bro? You know you can always crash here as well." Benny asks.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Will pulls his jacket on and you get up from your seat. The two of you close the distance and give each other a hug. "I had a good time tonight. Thanks."

"Yeah, me too," you tell him and then you pull away from each other.

"You have a good night." Will nods at you.

"You too. Get home safe," you give him a lazy smile.

Will nods at you again and then walks over to Benny to ruffle his hair.

"Good night, Benny. I'll text you when I get home." With that, Will leaves through the front door.

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