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usedtobecooler · 2 years ago

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hey, squealer | virgin!eddie x fem!reader

part one // part two // part three // part four

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), fingers in mouth, blowjobs, dirty talk (a lie, reader is just mean and likes to make fun of him), taking of virginity, mocking, fluff, mentions of horror movie scenes, mention of death.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | i'm back again and none of you can stop me!!!! virgin!eddie has me in a fucking chokehold and i couldn't rest until i wrote and published this. i've linked all parts to this series at the beginning so we have on place for everything. enjoy!!

It'd been a few days since your bathroom encounter and things were so much better this time. You were back to goofing off at work, speaking about anything and everything and you even had taken an interest in Eddie's D&D campaign that he'd been buzzing on about.

It was cute watching him be so passionate about the things he enjoyed doing, the way he'd excitedly tell you about how Erica had defeated his campaign again all whilst mocking Lucas for being useless, how Will had joined Hellfire since returning from California and fit in perfectly, how Gareth finally had a girlfriend.

It was so endearing to watch him like this, you were pretty sure if he paid close enough attention to you he'd see the hearts in your pupils.

"You wanna come to my house tonight?" You'd asked him after your Saturday shift, twirling your hair in your finger as you leaned on the cash counter, watching him bounce around slotting vinyls into their correct places.

Eddie's movements halted abruptly, looking at you and narrowing his eyes, "Your house? To do what?"

"Watch a movie?" You ask hopefully, a glint in your eyes, "Do you like scary movies?"

"I love scary movies, sweetheart," Eddie places both of his hands over his heart, fluttering exaggeratedly at your words, "what movie were you thinking?"

"I rented Halloween from Family Video," You smile all giddy as you watch Eddie's movements, so endeared by how goofy he was, "the first one, of course. No other compares."

"You're right about that," Eddie smirks, "give me your address and I'll be there, seven okay?"

"Perfect."

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Seven came around pretty quickly and now you were getting a little nervous. Your parents were out for the night at some fancy event for your dads company that was out of town, so they were in a hotel for the night and you were home all alone.

You hadn't asked Eddie if he wanted to stay over, but you sort of hoped you could reel him into staying with your sweet words. Especially after watching a horror movie like Halloween, what an awful idea that was.

The doorbell rings and you very nearly shoot out of your skin, making to the door and opening it to find Eddie standing there looking all dopey and tired.

"Thank God this is the right house, I got nervous I was somehow on the wrong street," Eddie sighs, stepping into the house without an invite and toeing off his Reeboks as you shut and lock the door behind him.

"Nope, you're right where you need to be," You say, lips popping on the 'p', "the VCR is in my room, my parents hate movies so I get it all to myself, you okay to come up to my room to watch the film?"

Okay, so maybe that's a bit of a white lie and maybe you had spent the last half hour dragging the VCR upstairs and fiddling around with all the cables to make sure it was set up in your room, but Eddie would be none the wiser.

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes, nervousness apparent in the way he balks at you, "Uh, are you sure?"

"Course, we'll be comfier on my bed anyway," You smirk, grabbing hold of his hand and tugging him upstairs with you. Your bedroom door is already open, to reveal your pretty made up bed with a baby blue comforter effortlessly tucked in and a million pillows.

Your room is small, like the rest of the house really, so your TV is pretty close to the end of your bed, only a dresser and bedside table as other furniture.

"Make yourself at home," You shoo Eddie away to sit on the bed, watching as he removes his denim jacket just leaving him in his shirt and loose sweatpants, "don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than jeans."

"Oh, uh, I wanted to be comfortable," Eddie says, voice nervous and slightly sheepish as he gets cosy on your bed, "Jesus, how many pillows do you need, sweetheart."

"I like to feel like I'm on a cloud." You giggle, sliding onto the bed and automatically resting your head on Eddie's lap. You choose to ignore the sharp intake of breath he takes when you get comfortable, your big oversized shirt riding up to reveal a little expanse of your panties.

The TV was already on, video tape in and ready to go, so once you're sure you're both comfortable you press play and the movie starts, soon enough little Michael is walking through his home in Haddonfield to murder his sister in the front bedroom.

You lay in silence as you watch, in no mood for teasing as you lose your focus on Eddie and become engulfed in the movie playing out in front of you.

Eventually, it gets to the part where Lynda and Bob sneak into Annie's home to get it on, and you're trying to ignore the way Eddie is squirming under your head, when all of the sudden-

You shoot up from your place in Eddie's lap, "Are you seriously getting a hard on over Lynda's tits? She's about to die a horrible death, you freak." You're mocking him but your mouth is watering a little as you watch his cock strain in his sweatpants.

"They're nice tits," Eddie shoots back, voice weak and strained as Michael strangles Lynda with the telephone cord, "not as nice as yours though."

You lay a hand over your chest, acting all bashful, "I'm flattered, but you haven't even seen my tits outside of my top."

"Show me then." Eddie says, raising his brows as if to challenge you. What he doesn't expect is for you to actually pull your baggy shirt off over your head and expose your bare breasts to him, nipples hardening from the cool air right away.

"There," You say all triumphant and pleased with yourself, "I don't wear a bra at home, so jokes on you, pretty boy."

He's all flustered, wide puppy dog eyes drinking in the look of your tits, hand coming out hesitantly until you nod, letting him cup one in his palm, thumb rubbing over the hard nub of your nipple. A sweet sigh escapes your lips and you shudder from the contact.

"Can I help you with that at all?" You ask sweetly but still mocking, nodding towards his straining cock in his pants, "Looks like you don't wear underwear in the house either."

Eddie barks out a nervous laugh, "You caught me, princess." Your heart flutters over the nickname, core quivering as he stares at you intently, "I suppose, uh, I suppose you can if you wan'. Don't feel like you have to."

"I don't, I want to," You confirm, changing position so you're sat on your knees between his spread legs, "can I blow you?"

He chokes on his tongue, face going beet red, "Are you sure? Shit, you don't have to-"

You cut him off by digging your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, forcing him to lift his hips up so you can pull them to his ankles. His cock springs up all proudly, flushed red at the tip and already leaking a little.

"You're such a virgin," You sigh, just a little teasing coming out behind the admiring way you say it, all happy with yourself that it's only you who's ever done this for him.

"And you're such a slut." Eddie quips back, though there's no heat behind the words. You look up at him, furrowed brows and a dumb look on your face, all quiet for a second to make him squirm.

"I didn't mean that." He says eventually and you laugh at him, leaning down and gripping the base of his cock, spitting on the head to get it nice and wet.

"No, you're right," You admit, hand jerking him up and down and you don't miss the way he starts whining right away, "just a slut for your massive fucking cock."

A broken moan escapes Eddie's lips as you sink down on his cock, hot mouth gliding over the flushed skin and tongue licking over his head, hand twisting over what you can't fit in your mouth - which is a fair amount, and you're disappointed in your own skills now.

You force yourself to take a bit more of him in your mouth and your throat closes up, gagging a little as the head hits the back of your throat and Eddie shoves his hips up and cums with an embarrassingly loud shout.

You choke and splutter on his cum but still swallow it down, a little dribbling out the sides of your mouth as you pull off of him, "Could've warned a gal, Jesus Eddie."

He's embarrassed and you feel bad at the way he clenches his eyes shut and cringes like he's about to cry, "I am so, so sorry," he stumbles over his words, voice raising an octave, "I didn't expect you to, well, try to deep throat me and it caught me off guard."

You're smiling all pretty at him now, "Don't say sorry, I'm not mad," you say it sincerely, no mocking as you shrug, "that was kinda hot. Gives me a bit of an ego."

You slide off of the bed and retrieve a muslin cloth from your dresser, plopping back onto the bed with a huff as you clean him up, wandering hands ghosting all over his limp cock and his balls for him.

You pretend not to notice the hiss of breath he takes in and the way his eyes wander down to where your hands are taking care of him.

Eddie's back is pressed firm against your plush headboard and he's all flushed red, clearly still orgasm drunk from his first blowjob -- if you could even call it that.

"Do you trust me?" You ask gently, making to hover over his lap but not quite settling, still on your knees to keep distance.

"Of course I do, sweetheart," Eddie's eyes have a little twinkle in them, a dopey smile spreading across his face as he gently reaches his hands out to settle on your waist. You melt into it, body going a little lax and keening into his touch.

"You can absolutely say no, but," Your fingers dance over the front of his Hellfire shirt, the first time you'd seen him in it since you were both in high school, and it's making you feel a little juvenile, "I was thinking it was maybe time for you to pop your cherry."

You inwardly cringe at your words, you were hoping to be a little softer with him and a bit more serious but you can't help the teasing, it's like your brain is hotwired to automatically make fun of him.

"You're, wha-," Eddie's stuttering over his words, at a bit of a loss, "I didn't bring a condom."

The barking laugh that escapes your lips sounds mean, and you know that, but he's just so precious, "Honey, Eddie, baby..." you coo at him, "I'm on birth control. I'm totally clean too, trust me, surely you'd want to feel everything the way it's meant to feel for the very first time, right? So I'm sure the condom doesn't matter, unless it's what you want."

You can feel Eddie's cock pulsing between you both, clearly perking up at the thought of getting buried in your tight cunt for the first time. His face isn't so easy to read, though, you can tell his brain is running at a million miles a minute trying to soak in everything that's going on.

"You can say no," You say helpfully, a little bashful smile tugging at your lips, "I don't want to pressure you."

"You're not," Eddie says it in a rush, sitting up a little, "you're not rushing me. I just - I'm worried it's gonna be shit for you and over as fast as that was." He's clearly referring to the blowjob you just attempted to give him, face screwing up as he cringes.

"Hey, second orgasm usually doesn't come so fast," You shrug, like it's no big deal because it isn't, "you'll get better with practice, last longer, find what you like and don't like. It's normal, handsome."

"God," Eddie clenches his eyes shut momentarily, like your words are throwing him through a loop, "what'd I ever do to deserve a gal like you being so understanding."

"You were yourself," It's honest, that's what captivated you from the get go, just the way Eddie was in himself was enough to pull you in, "and now I get to mold you into my perfect little sex god."

You sink down a little now, your still panty-clad pussy dragging hotly against Eddie's cock, now fully erect again and slapping at his stomach. His eyes shoot open, biting at his bottom lip to stifle a groan.

And maybe this would be over quicker than you thought. But you were okay with that, the night was young and round two and three were always an option.

"I'll move these to the side," You say, voice quiet as you motion toward your panties with your left hand, "and then I'll do all the work, 'kay? You just tell me what you like and what you don't, and when you're close."

Eddie's mesmerized by your cunt, watching as you loop your fingers into the black material and tug them to the side, exposing yourself to the cool air, "Do you not-," he struggles, "do you not want me to... get you off first?"

"Trust me, honey, I really don't need it," You smirk, grabbing his hard cock by the base and hovering over it, slipping the head between your slick folds. You watch his eyebrows furrow, his mouth fall open as his head falls back and hits your headboard, clearly overcome with pleasure.

Eddie's silent, all words caught in his mouth as you let the tip of his cock breach your hole, sinking down little by little, gasping at the stretch of it because Jesus he's massive, until you're fully sat and nestled.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move, Eds," You whisper, a whimper dying in your throat as your hand comes up to tug at the collar of his shirt pulling on it until he's looking at you, just to make sure he's listening and still okay.

He's really big, not that you didn't know that when you got your hands and mouth on it, but it feels bigger nestled inside the tight heat of your cunt, like you can almost feel him in your stomach.

Eddie nods eventually once his breathing evens out and you don't waste any time in getting started. To begin with you take it slow, only lifting yourself up just enough for a few inches to come out before sliding back down again, gauging how he reacts. His mouth falls open in a broken moan, eyebrows furrowing as he gets used to the feeling of your wet cunt gripping him so well.

He risks a glance down to watch your bodies meeting, the way his cock slides in and out of you and maybe it was a mistake because you're feeling his cock twitching already, whilst he watches your creamy release pool around his thick expanse of dark pubes, matting it down.

"You're - fuckfuck - making a mess," Eddie's voice is so whimpery and subby it makes you shudder in a breath, a whine coming from your throat as you swipe two fingers through the mess, picking some up and forcing your fingers into his mouth until he's sucking them clean.

"Shut up," You moan, finally bouncing up and down properly now, never taking your eyes off of his own, big and wet and perfect, your cunt gripping him so deliciously, sweet spot being abused with every stroke, "rub my clit."

Eddie lets your fingers slip from his mouth, thumb coming down to rub messily at your clit, absolutely no fucking rhythm to it whatsoever but at this point it didn't matter because you could feel your stomach tightening already.

"You're so wet," Eddie sighs, all mesmerized and struggling to rip his eyes away from his thumb on your cunt, until he catches your tits bouncing up and down and he leans forward to latch onto your nipple, licking and sucking it tentatively.

"You're gonna make me cum," You whine, crying out as you continue bouncing, trying to ignore how Eddie's own hips are fucking up to meet your thrusts and how it's driving you crazy, "Jesus Christ."

"Nah, just me," Eddie moans, and it would've been funny if he didn't sound so fucked out, "m'gonna cum, shit, fuck."

The sounds are so fucking hot it's driving you wild, the loud slapping of your skin connecting in this delicious smack, your sopping wet cunt sucking him in, the panting and whining escaping Eddie's lips and you are gone, clenching around his fat cock as you cum, shoving yourself down so he's all the way in to the hilt.

Your pussy clenching like a vice around Eddie's cock is enough to have him shooting off, grip on your waist so tight it almost hurts as he cums, buried deep in you. His orgasm face is so pretty you watch the whole thing without blinking, the way his curls fan his face wetly from sweat, his glossy eyes pricking with tears, his swollen red lips parting in a constant string of moans.

There's silence for a moment and as usual you ruin it by letting the intrusive thoughts win, "There's no way any other woman is allowed to have this fat cock. It's mine now."

Eddie barks out a little laugh, looking up at you with this big dumb smile, rosy cheeks flushing even darker, "Yours if you want it, sweetheart."

You lean down with hands on either side of his face to pull him in for a kiss, giggling and smiling against his lips whilst his softening cock slips out of you.

(i was gonna do a taglist but for some reason the tags wouldn't work send help - i hope everyone who wanted to find this does!!)

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soulrph · 2 years ago

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as requested by a very wonderful, very dear, very lovely friend! i hope you all enjoy using these as much as i enjoyed writing them! i honestly found these so nice and therapeutic to write tho like oml i cannot get over it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE!

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phoenixkaptain · 3 years ago

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Din Djarin and Luke Skywalker are both two men who get progressively scarier the more you watch them.

Like, Luke in A New Hope was baby af. He was a child. Even in the Empire Strikes Back, what a little guy. A tiny fellow.

Then boom, Return of the Jedi, and Luke is smiling and like “Tell these Ewoks that you are their God and that if they do not release us, you will be Angered…” He is in all black, he is missing a hand, he has gone off the rails conpletely. He’s like “How will I tell Leia that we’re siblings? …Oh! I know! Riddles!” Luke Skywalker gets struck by Force Lightning like nine times and still gets up and drags his dad’s lifeless body out. There were moments one might look at him and think, “no, ur wrong, he still babie” but you are the wrong one! He goes into Jabba’s Palace and straight up stands there smiling and threatening him the whole time. He’s standing on a plank over the Sarlacc and he’s still like “So this is how you’d like to play :)” Luke straight up snapped, he got spooky by the end of the og trilogy.

Din Djarin, straight off the back, is kind of intimidating. He is a man in full armour who hunts people and freezes them in carbonite and appears behind their shoulders when they least expect it. But, after Grogu shows up, you probably think “this man is weak to this baby, he will become soft” but no! The opposite happens!

I’m talking about episode 6. The Prisoner. I have wanted desperately to talk about this for days, but have only just found the words to do so. Let me explain.

Din Djarin is filmed and edited like a horror movie villain. Like a supernatural force of evil who stalks his prey. Straight up like a slasher villain out of the eighties. There’s hints of this beforehand, what with Din appearing behind a guy in the very first episode, and the fact that he has been shot point blank (many times) but no matter how many times he falls, he always gets back up. Okay, that’s all fine and good.

But episode 6 goes beyond that. He stalks a bunch if assholes through flickering red lights. He splits them up, he takes them out one by one, and the last person standing manages to get out, thinks they’ve escaped, only to die (technically) at Din’s hand anyway. He is straight up a horror movie villain I don’t know how else to explain it, he is a horror movie villain.

Don’t take this the wrong way. Being spooky and intimidating isn’t a bad thing, especially not in Star Wars! Luke Skywalker and his ability to say terrible things while smiling, Din Djarin and his predilection for appearing right behind someone, these ar egood things. I like these things a lot. I love these. I love that Luke is the cutest little scary fella in the galaxy. I love that Din is the most awkward little scary fella in the galaxy. I think it’s great.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, for one, I have been trying to word my view on Din Djarin for days now. I love this man, I have to mock him or I’ll feel incomplete. And I think it’s a disservice to pretend that Luke isn’t a person who most people in the Star Wars universe think about and shiver. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunshine boy Luke, but he isn’t really like that, at least not by this point in the series. He just strikes me as the type of person to say incredibly dark, deranged things with a blank face, then smile at cute kittens. Luke is messed up, and we should talk about it more because it’s very interesting to explore the various ways he’s messed up.

But for another, I am a big fan of Din and Luke being buddies who go absolutely anywhere and scare the shit out of people. A Mandalorian next to a Jedi Knight? Two people who eat Storm Troopers for breakfast?? Can you imagine how much the fragments of the Empire that are still left are quaking??? Those two would go absolutelu anywhere and the anyone on planet who ever sided with the Empire would give themselves up or run, immediately.

Like, Din singlehandedly took out that whole troop on Nevarro. All by himself, he shot out all of the Storm Troopers and everyone inside and I like to think there are whispered stories about him similar to the ones about the Boogeyman.

Now, I know Luke didn’t actually kill the Emperor and Darth Vader, but does anyone in universe know that? Or does everyone think that Luke not only blew up the Death Star, but he also murdered the two head honchos and came out completely unscathed? Luke is definitely a boogeyman.

I don’t know. Something about two terrifying men walking into a bar full of Imperials only to walk out five minutes later of a bar full of dead Imperials just really fills me with joy. Something about the mental image I have of Storm Troopers fearfully sharing increasingly terrifying stories about these two makes me happy. I like bad people being scared shitless, all right? Sue me.

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wc-m0ch4 · 2 years ago

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Shadow the Hedgehog x gn! Reader Headcanons

I watched all the Sonic Prime episodes in one day LMAO I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Anyways,

PROLOGUE HCS

As most hcs with this mf starts, it took forever for him to finally trust you, let alone get into a relationship with you

I mean, can you blame him really? He's lost a lot, he's gone through a ton of shit, it's kinda to be expected

He talked to Rouge one day about how he felt more comfortable around you than others and she teased him relentlessly

"Shadoooow, you like them?"

"I prefer them over others, if that answers your question. Why are you making that face?"

Lowkey funny thing, when it finally hits him that he liked you he tries to figure out why he likes you.

At first he thinks maybe it's your looks so he stares at you a lot trying to pinpoint what part of you he likes, but he's got a rbf so it concerns you gravely

"Shadow are you angry at Y/n?"

"No, of course not. Why?"

"You're kinda... glaring... at them..."

"Oh."

Then he theorizes that it must be something from your personality. So he starts asking you a ton of questions randomly, but like, theoretical questions

'What would you do if two of your best friends were drowning and you only had enough strength to save one?' Type questions y'know

Then he tries to see if it's something you do, like if you're 'useful'. So he keeps a mental tally of how many times you do something for him or others. When you pay for yours and Amy's lunch, when you give Sonic the rest of your bag of chips, when you hold the door open for Rogue, etc.

Finally he realizes that it's not something in particular, he just likes you

He reveals this revelation to Rouge and she snorts lmao

She sets up a whole date-confession-thing without either of your knowledge to get Shadow to confess

REAL TIME HCS

He's very quiet with his affection

He'll pat you on the head or back, give you a small smile, make you lunch, help you with some work, small things y'know

If you're a human and a lot taller than him he uses this to his advantage and climbs you so he can see more

^Some of the few times he will allow you to carry him

He'll text you updates about what he's doing and when he'll be home and expects you do the same

If you forget he'll scold you like a toddler lmao

Don't forget the skin-care routine and ironing the sheets every night according to the Twitter takeover LMAO (it should have been me)

He's not one for going out on dates but he does enjoy going to the library or the park with you, somewhere quiet with not a lot of people

Shadow would enjoy theatre all the way (I don't say this cuz I'm a theatre kid nope def not)

Also not a fan of PDA but he'll hold your hand or have a hand on your shoulder

He gets jealous easily lol

Like if someone starts talking or, God forbid, flirting with you he'll be standing right behind you glaring at them

His pet names are demeaning LMAO

Like how he calls Sonic 'hedgehog' it's the same for you

He'll call you more typical terms of endearment if it's laced with sarcasm

"Well, dear, if you had done like I said earlier this wouldn't have happened."

"I'm sorry, I should've known making toast was too difficult for you, darling."

Shadow has a phone and social media and the only reason is so you can send him memes you find funny to him

I like to imagine showing him a funny video and he just sits there staring at it for a bit before turning to you and going "This is hilarious."

If you're in college or work from home he'll help you with some of your work

Okay but imagine he's standing behind you helping you with homework and he leans over to grab a pencil or something and then you're pressed between him and the desk JAGFHEBAUWVDHJ– ANYWAYS

He likes keeping his space clean so if you're mentally ill like me (LMAOOO) or just messy in general he's willing to help you clean up

Just enough to keep him satisfied :)

Okay but imagine stay-at-home dates with him like:

Cooking dinner together

Laying your head on his lap while you two watch a movie

Playing games or doing puzzles

Speaking of games, game nights are a regular thing with the group and Rogue drags Shadow along so in turn he drags you along

I ask you to imagine a huge game of Uno between Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Amy, Cream, Big, Team Chaotix, Rogue, Shadow, and you.

Yeah, fucking insanity.

If there's any game where you have to pair up Shadow immediately grabs you

Absolutely NO chance he's pairing with Sonic lol

Moving on, he likes playing with your hair

If you need help doing a complex or a protective hairstyle he's got you fr

If you wear makeup, whether it's natural or more bold, he will compliment it

He'd probably help you with your makeup too if you asked lol

On a more sad note, he has times where he gets upset about his past so just give him space or comfort, whatever he needs at the time

If he gets upset about Maria ask him about her. It helps talking about her in a positive light when she was alive than replaying her death on repeat

So if you have your own bouts of depression (*cough cough* me *cough*) he'll understand and try to help in any way he can

On a more happier note, he likes getting you gifts

Homie is a very gift giving/ acts of service type of lover fr fr

Btw dating Shadow means being friends with Rogue and Omega, no exceptions

Ugh sorry this took forever to make I'm really lazy lmao

Did you guys notice that Jacksepticeye voices a character in one of the later Sonic Prime episodes cuz I did and I almost SCREAMED–

Anyways, send in requests if you want :)

#fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow headcanons

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years ago

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Only for You (Steven Grant x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, popping someone’s cherry, dirty language, swearing.

Word count: 3.8k worth of filth and fluff, yay

A/N: I wanna lay on his chest fr (also his fucking hands just-) I’m fucking sorry but I just realized that I have never written Steven Grant smut, holy shit. Here it is, soft, first-time sex with Steven <3

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “Don’t laugh Steven! I'm not scared of sex, I’m just saying that there are other things that I want in a relationship too.” you pout, elbowing Steven square in the stomach.

“It's not like I know how good sex is anyway.” You grumble as Steven chuckled.

You and Steven were curled up on the couch, a forgotten movie playing softly on your laptop. Your head was settled comfortably on his chest, a fluffy blanket over the both of you. If anyone had walked into Steven’s flat then, they would see the picture of your perfect version of a couple.

Except, well, you and Steven weren’t together.

You and him had been watching a movie when a particularly sexy scene came about and you moved to bury your face into Steven’s chest in embarrassment. Part of you had just wanted to stay there, all warm and comfortable but Steven had started to laugh, and is now prodding you slightly about your abstinence from the act of fornication.

He also had been nagging you about how you ditched your Tinder date to instead come to Steven’s flat bearing gifts of wine and chocolates.

“What are the other things you’d want then?” your best friend pushed on, sitting up slightly to close the laptop and place it on the coffee table before gazing down at you.

You shrunk slightly under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy.

Despite being the sweetest human being on the planet, sometimes when he was really into a conversation, Steven would have a sparkle in his eyes that made you feel slightly intoxicated. The first time that happened, you were surprised with the way your body reacted to him, in a fluid way, as if it was totally in tune with the nature that he had presented to you.

Forget sex. You had never been in a romantic relationship. In fact, Steven’s probably the first person in this big blue world who has been this close to you. You cherished him and held him oh so close to your heart, but that made you fall so incredibly hard for him.

But Steven was older, more mature and probably had more experience than you could ever uncover. Why would he want someone as inexperienced and young as you?

Instead you choose to avoid his eyes, staring at your hands that fisted the fluffy blanket.

“You’d think it's stupid.” you mumbled.

“Now, love, I never in a million years would think that. Come on, let's hear it then.” he urged, his hand finding yours for comfort.

You hold his hand in both of yours by his fingers, his hand comically bigger than yours. The weight of his hand in yours was reassuring and safe. You found yourself tracing his life line as you stared into space.

“I’d want them to dance with me in the rain even if both of us have two left feet. I’d want to go on long walks with them and talk about the stupidest things in the world. I’d want to hold their hand and run errands. I’d want them to sing me soft, made up songs, or read me poetry. I’d want them to make me smile even during my darkest days. I’d want them to just hold me in their arms and whisper sweet fluffy things. I’d want them to be my safe place, my comfort person. I’d want someone who can heal me, Steven.” your voice breaking a little when you got to the end of your list.

The both of you sat in silence for a while. You turned your focus entirely to the beat of Steven’s heart and the way his body was pressed to yours. You continued to toy with his fingers, brushing your thumb over a small scar over and over. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him to fulfill all that you had just said.

“Is that too much to ask for, or am I going to end up being an eternal virgin, eternally alone?” you laughed a little as you said it.

“Would you like me to try?” Steven whispered suddenly, the words spilling out of him in one breath.

At that very moment, you froze. You felt as if the world ceased to exist at the sound of his words.

Steven took a deep breath before continuing.

“You have already given me the opportunity to know you, in the best way possible, as your best friend. Darling, I’ll let you step on my feet while we dance in the rain. I’ll be your book of stupid facts while we walk around London aimlessly. I’ll never let go of your hand and I’ll sing you songs of my love for you and read you poetry about your pure beauty. I’ll make sure that beautiful smile doesn’t leave your face and I’m not a doctor, but I swear to you, on my life, that I’ll do my best to heal you.” He says as his free hand lightly runs up and down your arm.

“And I hate to be so frank, but I’m already holding you in my arms and I’m trying my best to whisper sweet things to you. Besides, if you didn’t feel safe, I doubt you’d still be slotted next to me holding my hand in yours.” He simply stated, as if he was proving a point.

You didn’t realize you were breathing rapidly until your eyes caught the movement of your chest. You licked your lips, attempting to say something back to Steven.

“Fuck.” was all that you managed instead.

“I could do that very well too if you like.” Steven said without missing a beat.

“YOU COCKY BASTARD!” You wriggled away from him and laughed, sitting up slightly to watch as a smile bloomed on his rosy face.

“You’d do that for me?” you whispered, the second the laughter died down.

“I’ll do anything for you, only for you.” He reassured as his eyes searched yours, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “I want to be the constant in your life, so, my darling, would you like me to try?”

“Yes, please.” You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, before feeling yourself pulled close to him.

Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring into dark orbs that you had constantly found yourself lost in on a daily basis.

“Can I kiss you and show you how hard I’ll try then?” Steven whispered, his eyes drowning you in his own sanctuary.

“Yes, Steven.” was the last thing you heard yourself say before you lost yourself in him.

Steven’s lips were soft and forgiving against yours as your mind scrambled to comprehend that you were having your first kiss. Your hand shook as you tried to find purchase, settling to grab Steven’s t-shirt. His nose slotted perfectly against yours and you could smell his aftershave and feel his stubble against your skin.

You could tell Steven was trying hard to take it slow but as you straddle his lap, he brought his hand to your hip to push you further into him. The friction made you gasp, allowing Steven to lick into your mouth, creating a symphony of sounds from the both of you.

The both of you stopped for air, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from him, choosing to breathe the air that he heavily breathed out.

“How was that?” Steven asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.

“For my first? I couldn’t have asked for more.” you hissed slightly as Steven still kept an iron grip on your hip to push you against him, feeling the dynamic shift between the two of you.

You kissed Steven with all your last might and you could hear and feel a deep groan erupt from him as you pressed yourself against him, the wine you had edging you on. He kissed you back with equal fervor, as if he couldn’t get enough of you by the second. You ran your hands through his curls tugging them slightly causing him to whimper. You pressed yourself down on him, hard, realizing that you relished in the sound he made when you tugged on his hair. You could feel him, hard against you and a part of you felt absolutely victorious but the other part that was unsure slowly started to win over.

“I’ve never done this before, Steven.” you whisper as Steven moans, and you could tell that he was holding back from rutting his hips against you.

“That’s alright, love. Do you want to stop?” Steven says with a worried tone in his voice.

You gazed at Steven, at the state that you had put him in. His curls were astray and his lips were parted. Lust had blown his pupils wide open and you swear you could see a galaxy in them from your vantage point.

“No, I don’t want to stop. Not with you. Could you show me?” you plead.

“Let's take things slow,” Steven soothed you, slowly lifting you off him and laying you on your back. “I’m going to eat you out, love, but I need you to promise me that you’ll stop me if it gets too much for you.” he said while his large fingers hooked the waistband of the sweats that you stole from him.

Your face burned furiously at his words, not expecting the forwardness. You wanted to cross your legs and pull away but this was Steven. Your Steven. He would keep you safe.

“I promise.” You whispered back, your heart thumping in your chest.

Steven kissed your inner thigh, pushing your thighs apart to reveal your clothed cunt as you propped yourself onto your elbows to watch him make a mess of you. Your legs hung limp on either side of him, and you felt like a rag doll, absolutely powerless.

He started lightly marking your inner thighs, his tongue soothing out the evidence of his ministrations everytime your moans got a little too out of control. You swirl your hips, not content that your cunt wasn’t getting what it had been initially promised. Feeling a little bolder, your hands flew to his curls as you tried to direct him to what you really needed.

You felt yourself go dizzy as Steven’s fingers suddenly pushed your panties to the side, feeling your already dripping slit.

“Gods, you’re already so wet for me, darling. Such a shame that no one else will get to see how pretty this pussy is now that it's mine.” he mumbled as he trained his eyes to your core.

Blood rushed simultaneously to your face and clit, making you cry out loud at Steven’s lewd commentary.

“Steven, I-” you try saying but you choke on your words as he catches you off guard by pushing a digit into you, pumping it in and out at a slow pace, a vulgar squelching sound reaching your ears. He curls the finger without a hint of sorrow, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs turn into pure jelly, enlisting a shaky moan from you.

“You feel so soft, my love.” he says almost darkly, taking the finger out of you and inserting it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours and your eyes widen, taking in every square inch of what you were seeing in front of you.

He lowers his head to you until his nose brushes harshly against your clit, sending a shock through your body. Your back arches back as you bring his face closer to you by his hair. Steven didn’t seem to be bothered by the way you were literally suffocating him, instead he lapped a broad stroke along your slit, tasting your juices straight from its source. Your knee jerk reaction to the pleasure you were having was to clamp your thighs together, but Steven was faster than you, holding your thighs open with light pressure, as he pushed his tongue inside you. You felt like you were drowning in a pool of delight as Steven continued to absolutely devour you.

“So much for going slow, Mr. Grant.” You thought as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You loved it. Nothing you’ve tried on yourself has felt anything like this. You could tell Steven was studying the pattern of your pleasure, choosing to change tactics when your moans were more hollow and sticking to what he was doing when you wailed and pushed yourself against him. His name rolled off your tongue like a prayer more than a plea and Steven relished the way you spoke it under the change of circumstance.

“Bloody hell, baby, keep saying my name like that. Make everyone know that I’m yours.” Steven groaned into your core as he paused for a breath.

Without meeting much resistance, he pushes two thick fingers into you, covering your clit with his mouth and starts to pump at a steady pace. You brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your cries of pleasure, only for the hand to be pulled back down by Steven. The steady stimulation of his tongue instantly pushes you up and over your breaking point. You felt yourself clench around his fingers as his tongue runs soothing circles around your clit.

“Gods, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You like that, angel? Trust me, you’re going to like my cock more.” he says, directing his filthy words into your cunt.

You came with his name echoing in your screams, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Steven helped you to ride out your high. After cleaning out the remnants of the first orgasm that he gave you with his tongue, Steven kissed your thighs softly as you bathed in its afterglow. Your eyes focused on his face, a shy smile encapsulating his wet lips as a soft shade of pink danced over his cheeks and nose.

“That was amazing, Steven. Thank you.” You stretched your arms out for him and he obliged, letting you grab him by the t-shirt and pull him down for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his torso.

You pulled him further down with your legs so that his body was flush to you, only to have his clothed bulge grind into your sensitive clit making you gasp.

“Shit! Sorry, love!” Steven groaned as he tried to pull himself off you.

You were having none of it. You kept him down and grinded upwards, grinning at the look that passed his face.

“Are you sure, darling? I just don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” he breathed as you ducked your head into the crook of his neck to kiss him.

He smelled like sandalwood and papyrus, twisting your brain with a desire you never knew you had in you.

“I know you’ll be gentle, I can take it.” you said clearly, wanting him to realize that you wanted to see and feel his pleasure too.

Steven searched your eyes only to have you stare back, full of silent determination, before cradling you close to him and lifting you up as he stood from the couch, as if you weighed like a sack of potatoes. Steven’s strength never failed to surprise you. You remembered the time he helped you move into your new apartment, how he lifted several heavy boxes at once without breaking a sweat.

He settled you down on his bed softly, and you knew from that moment on that he was dead set on being gentle with you. He smoothed your hair on the pillow and kissed your forehead before sitting down beside you.

“Can I take your top off, darling?” he asked, his large palm kneading your hip as you smiled up at him.

“Yes, please, bra too.” you said as Steven raised his eyebrows at your shy demand.

He did as he was told and wasted no time in absolutely worshiping you.

“You’re fucking beautiful. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Steven groaned, letting his hands roam your bare body as his eyes sparkled like a teenage boy.

His mouth and tongue traced patterns on your skin that made you start whimpering. You could feel your arousal grow between your legs again as Steven captured one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked softly, releasing them with a pop, only to knead at your breast with his large hands.

“Need you inside me.” you breathed as he sucked soft hickeys onto your skin, hickeys that only he could have an access to.

He moaned at your words and looked at you with hooded eyes, before proceeding to take off his clothes one by one. Your eyes widened as Steven pulled his boxers off and grabbed a hold of his length. You’ve obviously watched porn before and you’ve never seen a more beautiful cock in your life. He looked absolutely perfect to you, soft trimmed curls boarding the hilt of his long and girthy length with a pink head that was leaking pre-cum.

Your breathing quickened as you watched him pump himself a few times before rolling a condom on. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the bottle of lube from his bedside and coated his palm before stroking himself again.

“Steven, you’re a god.” you heard yourself saying as you scanned his body that was literally sculpted to perfection.

“Fuck, Y/N, don’t say that, I’m not gonna fucking last with your words.” He says as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, catching your clit and making you throw your head back against the pillow.

“In, now.” you punctuated as Steven tried to take his time with you.

With the help of the lube and your slick, Steven slid inside of you with relative ease, shocking you and himself with how fast he bottomed out. There was a sharp pain as Steven stretched you out, followed by the sweet sensation of pleasure that made you whimper with ecstasy. You had never felt this full in your life and Steven’s cock was pressing deliciously in all of the spots you had never thought you had. His hands held you down with bruising strength, allowing you to adjust to his length, and only started moving when you started to grind your hips impatiently.

He showered you with praises as he moved with slow fluid movement, his hand inching towards you for you to grab onto. Instead of lacing your fingers together with him, Steven pulled your hand towards him and pressed it gently at the lower part of your belly. You moaned at the feeling of his cock inside of you, the tip bulging through your skin. He pressed down slightly harder, getting off at the feeling of your hand massaging his cock from the outside.

“Steven, you’re too good to me. Feels so good.” you slur as he pushed on slightly harder and deeper.

Tears started to flow from your eyes as your free hand gripped at Steven’s biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin as he started to speed up his thrusts. His hand on your belly leaves yours, only for his fingertips to end up on your clit, the action causing you to shake. From the extra stimulation and the way his cock speared you, your second release came faster than your first, blinding you yet again with its powerful waves.

You could feel Steven’s movements start to stutter the second you came, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his release. He folded his body over yours and with a few more solid thrusts to your cunt, he groaned into your neck as he spilled thick ropes of cum into the condom.

It took the both of you a few minutes of heavy breathing to gather your thoughts. Steven came to his senses first, slowly pulling himself out of you before taking off the condom and discarding it. He then slowly stroked your hair as your breathing became more labored before taking a bottle of geranium oil from his bedside and dripping it all over your spent body.

You smiled at Steven as he massaged the fragrant oil into your skin. He focused on the points of your body that were sure to be sore tomorrow and silently pressed out all of the tension you had in you. Your body felt warm and you had a buzz running through you as if you had just ran a marathon. He massaged a silent thanks into you with every squeeze of his hand and you just laid there and stared at the man before you, wondering what kind of miracle had allowed you to get to this point. You looked past him and squinted into his apartment, giggling slightly at where your underwear had ended up.

“Hmm, am I really that funny, baby?” Steven said before following your line of sight and gasping at the sight of your underwear draped ungracefully over Gus’s fish tank.

“Oops, sorry Gus, mate.” He said sheepishly, his face turning red. “It's alright, darling, he won’t remember it.”

Steven flipped you over gently and started massaging your back, pulling small hisses and moans out of you. He kneads your lower back with his knuckles, providing you with stronger precision that knocks the wind out of your lungs with pleasure as you sink further into the mattress. He skims over the globes of your ass, making you giggle again. Flipping you onto your back, Steven pulls you into his lap as he settles himself against the headboard, covering the both of you up with a blanket to provide you with some privacy. You cuddle close to him, feeling safe in the small cocoon that he had created.

“Do you always end … it with a massage?” you asked suddenly, the question creeping up into your fluffy thoughts.

“No, actually.” Steven says, sitting up a little. “This was the first. I remember how you would say that massages were your favourites and that you would get a weekly massage if you had some disposable income.”

You blink up at him, realizing that he had been listening to you all along. Your heart swelled with the awareness that you had found your perfect man way before you had even comprehended it.

“Thank you, Steven. I love you.” you say before you could stop yourself as an unknown emotion settled upon Steven’s face.

Horror pulsed through you, your cock-dumb brain still too foggy for you to think anything coherent.

“Shit, sorry, I mean we only just had sex a few minutes ago. This is so uncool-” you stutter before Steven places a finger to your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Steven says, genuinely as a chuckle reverberates through him and into your heart.

You calmed down immediately with his confession, your face blazing as you kissed him, finally feeling at ease with everything around you.

“Told you I can fuck really well.”

“FUCK OFF, STEVEN!”

Tagging: @romanarose @mintpurplemnm

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Taking Care Of You While Sick - Obey Me!

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff!

Summary: you get sick, and your favorite demon knows (or tries his best) just how to take care of you

CW: sick! Reader, fever, lots of medicine, satan being Satan, wholesome Beel

wow i wonder what could have possibly inspired me to write this one….weird. anyway I am still sick but thats okay cause i got to sleep 20 hours one day and watch all the marvel movies so pog. anyway enjoy <3

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Lucifer

doesn’t know much about human illnesses but knows when you’re getting sick

makes you get lots of bed rest

will have medicine and fresh water for you around the clock

offers to do his paperwork in your room to keep you company

you don’t really notice either way cause you’re asleep mostly

he does anyway tho cause he’s worried and wants to keep an eye on you

corrects your temperature in your sleep too

shivering? adds another blanket

sweating? pulls the covers back and puts a cold cloth on your forehead

“luc did you…swaddle me?”

“you were cold”

even after you get better he’s extra adamant about you taking vitamins

Mammon

thinks you’re dying at first

notices you’re much warmer than usual and actually thinks you’re going to light on fire

panics and thinks lucifer is gonna kill him

you have to explain that you’re not actually dying but that you’re sick

probably has no idea what to do to help you

just does what he likes when he’s sick

brings you lots of fluids (especially juice)

and soup

expect lots of soup/ramen

is with you 24/7

“you’re MY responsibility so I gotta keep an eye on you”

probably forgets to take care of himself in the process

so you make him drink your water/eat your soup/sleep

definitely sleeps with you with the excuse of ‘watching out for you’

Levi

its just like in that anime he watched

except he really hopes you’re not dying like the MC in the anime was

just does exactly what they did in the anime (but with a lot more blushing and stuttering)

probably thinks you’d rather lucifer or mammon take care of you

you try to comfort him but you’re so tired that it just comes out as a bunch of mumbles

definitely has to give himself a peptalk (or five)

“y/n is really sick rn, this isn’t about you, ok?”

will feed you medicine if you’re not strong enough to do it yourself

you’re surprised at how well he’s handling things

“ok y/n im gonna head back to my room but if you need anything tonight just text me ok?”

“levi can you stay with me”

thinks he’s misheard you at first

malfunctions for a really long time

you’re already falling asleep by the time he decides to climb in bed with you

Satan

has been waiting for this moment since you arrived

literally read so many books about human illness and immune systems

figured it was only a matter of time until you got sick

is ready with juice and water and medicine

literally has everything you could possibly need

checks your temperature VERY delicately

“fuck y/n you’re burning up”

gets you a cold cloth for your forehead

even tho he knows everything he still is really nervous

checks on you like every five minutes (if he even leaves your room)

would make himself a bed on your floor so that if you need him in the night he’s there

somehow you convince him to come lay with you

even tho you’re a million degrees

he’ll stay with you all night just to make sure you’re okay

would definitely try and hunt down whoever infected you

Asmo

can tell you’re sick just by how clammy and washed out you look

but he won’t say anything

probably makes you one of his ultra healthy super food smoothies

even if it tastes gross he makes sure you drink it

would probably spoon feed you food too

insists you get lots of rest

and when you can’t sleep he’s there to keep you company

keeps up with your hygiene too

will brush your hair/tie it up so that it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep

gets a cloth to wipe down your face and applies lotion and chapstick

probably wouldn’t sleep with you cause he doesn’t want to get sick (even tho demons don’t share the same sicknesses with humans)

but will stay in a phone call with you from his room all night and if you need anything he’s there in a heartbeat

more medicine?

he’s there

but he’s so tired don’t expect him to return to his room after

Beel

doesn’t know whats going on at first but makes an educated guess

asks what you need instead of assuming

makes you lots of snacks + drinks

i feel like he would hide your medicine in food like they do for dogs??

idk it seems up his alley

also helps you with any tasks you may possibly need with

homework? he’s on it (just don’t tell Lucifer)

need to wash your hair but you’re too weak? all you gotta do is lean your head over the bathtub

he’ll take really good care of you

would probably baby you a little tho

like cut up your food into really small portions

and give you juice out of a sippy cup

“beel where did you even find that?”

“i-uhh—“

definitely watches movies with you until you fall asleep and stays to make sure you don’t need anything

Belphie

probably knew you were sick before anyone else

tries to ignore it cause he totally doesn’t care

but your skin is hot!!

and you’re sweating a lot

and your voice sounds…different?

eventually he has to give in and admit he’s worried about you

and since no one else is around he takes care of you

brings you water and medicine and offers to let you sleep in his bed

“just so I can wash your sheets! you’ll feel so much better in clean ones…”

even lets you sleep on his pillow

probably watches you sleep to make sure you’re still alive

but can’t help and admire how peaceful you look

pushes you to drink fluids and sleep LOTS

and if you refuse to sleep?

well he’ll just have to make you sleep

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pizzaqueen · 2 years ago

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Pre-slash (but they’re flirty) / about 1k of another ~oh moment for Steve / T

Someone drums on the counter and Steve looks up from the forms he’s sorting into Eddie’s grinning face.

“Hey,” Steve says, “you on a break?”

“Nope. Letting the kiddies fend for themselves.”

Steve snorts. “You’re gonna get fired one day.”

“Pfft. The arcade is a cakewalk. I spend most of my time reading in the backroom. The punters take care of themselves.” Eddie shrugs. “And if I get fired, I can always get a job here.”

“You think so, huh?”

“Sure.” Eddie folds his hands on the counter, resting his chin on them. “I happen to be on good terms with the manager.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m really going to hire you when I know how many times you’ve walked out in the middle of your shifts.”

“If I worked here, I wouldn’t need to skip out to come see you.”

“Hm.” Steve leans one hip on the counter. “What do you want, anyway?”

Eddie straightens up. “Wanna know if you’re free tonight.”

“Nah, thought I might start charging.”

“What’s your going rate?”

“Five bucks an hour?”

“Oof. That might be out of my price range, dude.” Eddie turns out his pockets like some kind of cartoon character. “The arcade might be a cakewalk, but it doesn’t pay much.”

“Well, maybe I can make an exception. Give you a freebie.”

Eddie waggles his brows. “Lucky me.”

“Okay,” Steve says on a laugh, “it depends what you want to do.”

“Just hang out.”

“Hanging out, I can do for free,” Steve says. “I’ll come by yours after work?”

“Excellent.” Eddie drums his hands on the counter again, bopping his head to an unheard tune. “Oh, and bring a movie.”

“Got one in mind? We’ve got a few to choose from.”

“Surprise me,” Eddie says with a wink.

Steve rolls his eyes. And then his gaze is caught by two girls coming in—Amy and Laura, he thinks—and he straightens up a little, runs a hand through his hair. Eddie follows Steve's line of sight, shaking his head when it lands on the girls.

"What?" Steve says.

Eddie shrugs. "Didn't say anything." But his lips twitch.

Steve's brow furrows, but he says, "We could try for a double date?"

"Mm. I'll pass."

"Whatever," Steve says, and watches the girls, running through a few different lines to pull out, though with a little less creativity (and enthusiasm) than he used to. When Laura comes over to the counter with a copy of Cocktail, Steve says, “Cocktail, huh?”

“Yep.”

Steve takes her membership card, punching in the number. “You know, this is a pretty good date movie.”

Eddie makes a derisive noise; Steve ignores him.

Laura nods. “Uh-huh.”

“If you don’t have anyone to watch it with, I’m always available…”

Another tape is slapped on the counter and Amy says, “We’ll stick with Tom Cruise. Thanks.”

“Right.”

“Well…” Laura gives Eddie a coy look. “What about you?”

Eddie presses a hand to his chest, turning to Laura. “Me?” When she nods, he adds, “What about me?”

“Are you available?” Laura asks, leaning into Eddie’s space a little.

Eddie opens his mouth but, before he can say anything, Steve blurts, “He’s married.”

Three disbelieving looks turn Steve’s way. He shrugs.

“You’re married?” Amy asks Eddie.

There’s a moment of silence and Steve waits for Eddie to call Steve’s bullshit so, when Eddie says, “Yep. Super married,” he gapes a little. And then Eddie adds, “Five kids, big house, dog. The works,” and Steve tries not to smile.

Amy’s eyes narrow, but Laura says, “Oh, that’s a pity,” and… She didn’t actually believe that, did she?

"Good ones are always taken right?"

“Yeah, well, I—” Steve starts, but Amy cuts in with:

“Since when is Eddie Munson married?”

“It’s a recent development,” Eddie says.

“And you’ve got five kids?”

“Never said we had them all after we got married, did I?”

"And who are you married to?"

“Hey, this is a video store, not the records office or whatever,” Steve says, waving his hand. "Do you want to rent the movies or not?"

The girls roll their eyes in unison, but they take their tapes and leave, whispering to each other in annoyed tones.

Struck out again, Harrington. Whatever. Plenty of fish in the sea. Or, so Steve’s been told. It weirdly doesn’t sting as much it usually does, even if he made an idiot of himself in front of Eddie. At least Eddie played along.

“So, I’m married, huh?”

Steve winces, but he recovers quickly, saying, “Yeah, heard you got five kids, a big house, the works.”

“And how, pray tell, did this happy event come about?”

“Well, sometimes when a man and a woman love each other very much—”

Eddie groans, letting his head fall back. “C’mon, man, you know what I mean. Why’d you tell those ladies I’m married?”

Yeah, Steve, why’d you do that? “Well… You weren’t interested in a double date, so I figured you wouldn’t be into a single one, either.” Steve lifts his shoulders. “Hey, if I was wrong, then I’m sorry, man.”

“You weren’t wrong.” Eddie bites his lip. A glint comes into his eye and he adds, “So, you weren’t jealous or anything?”

A strange heat shoots through Steve. “What, no— Why would I be jealous? I mean… I suggested a double date in the first place.”

“Thought you might want the ladies all to yourself,” Eddie says around a grin.

Steve blinks. He’d thought Eddie meant…

A kid comes running in, yelling out for Eddie, something about one of the games eating their quarters.

“Well. Duty calls,” Eddie says, giving a little salute as he saunters out of the store, following the kid. "Pick a good movie," he calls back. “Maybe Cocktail,” he adds with what Steve can only describe as a cackle.

Numbly, Steve watches Eddie leave, frozen to the spot. It’s a good few minutes before he can shakes himself out of it. That was weird. What the hell?

It’s not until later, when he’s shelving a copy of Cocktail that it hits him: Steve doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.

Well, he thinks, taking the tape off the shelf again, and shoving it in his backpack, shit.

Part two

NOW ON AO3!

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #might tidy this up and maybe add a second part for AO3 if anyone’s interested?#pizzaqueenfic #singletakenpining

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unfriedough · 2 years ago

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HIII

ok so I know it says you do fem but r u also able to do gender neutral? If not, it’s ok!!

Anyways

Hcs of Zuko w a S/O who’s like, blunt as hell, and doesn’t rlly express emotions a big majority of the time lmao

‘Taken’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: JASMIN DISAPPEARING FOR ANOTHER FEW MONTH?? Why’re you surprised?

Also, this isn’t gender neutral. I know you asked for it but I said on the guidelines that I’m only writing female :( I didn’t wanna blow off the whole request tho

Summary: hc’s of zuko and you being falling for each other - but both of you such at love.

Warnings: reader was meant to be blunt but idk how to be blunt.

A shrug.

That was all Aang got when he asked for your opinion on Zuko’s joining of the team.

(“Couldn't care less,” you said when questioned about it later, on the soft beach of ember island)

Truly, it didn’t make a difference to you

Yes he was needed - firebender and all - but it’s not like he’ll be teaching you right?

Wrong.

Turns out you can learn loads from just different fighting styles and stuff, and you were intrigued in the foreign moves

Zuko would 100% get worse at what he was doing under your scrutinising gaze.

I mean that's how he interpreted it

Really there was no emotion

The firebender definitely asked you about why you were watching - took much courage though (poor boy)

“You’re good at what you do.” you paused, “Sometimes,”

“Sometimes?” he rubbed his neck, confused.

“Yeah, sometimes I’m surprised a twelve year old beat you that easily,”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“You think you’re better than me?”

You cocked your head to the side, furrowing your eyebrows, “I think we both know the answer to that,”

So that’s why you're now in this position.

Zuko’s pinned under you, arms immobile, heaving heavily

“Fine! I surrender!”

“No, I won,” you said, getting up and dusting your clothes.

“Whatever,” he walked away

That very night, Zuko laid awake in his hard bed space, thoughts of you plaguing his mind. He replayed the spar like a thrilling movie, his heartbeat soaring as he recalls just how close you were to him.

He didn’t like the feeling rising in his heart, it felt like it was bursting. He placed pale, slender fingers onto the centre of his chest sighing heavily to attempt to rid himself of this awful feeling.

“You’re breathing too loud,” you whispered, careful not to wake other people in the room.

“What do you want me to do?” he frowned, sitting up, and matching the intensity of your glare.

“Breath like a normal person, not like a fish just discovering oxygen,”

Nothing better to describe his face than this: ._.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” he whispered back, confused.

“Good night Zuko,”

He grinned, “It was funny,”

“GOOD NIGHT ZUKO” you whisper shouted.

You assumed he would relent, but the sleep deprivation mixed with the high of having a small (huge) crush gave him the confidence to talk to you just a little longer.

“Do you wanna fight me?”

“With the intention to knock you out? Sure.”

And now you’re both outside, and I guess he had the upper hand.

He wasn’t tired, and you were exhausted

Your muscles were fatigued, but you weren’t going to back down

After an embarrassingly short rematch, you’d found that Zuko had beat you, and you laid defenceless.

“I win,” he mocked, getting up.

“Did you really?”

He whipped his head back around, any faster would’ve given him whiplash, “Um? Yes?”

“Are you sure?”

“YES!?”

“Okay then, whatever you say,”

You rolled onto the sandy area, spreading your limbs with a heavy sigh.

Zuko looked up slowly at the sky, hesitantly nearing your resting body.

“I don’t bite prince,” you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn't take your word for it,” he giggled.

You simply looked at him, not a glare though, or a smile or smirk or scowl or anything.

You seemed to be thinking about something, an internal war. On one hand, you wanted to reach out to him, pull him closer to you, tell him how you felt. And on the other, you didn’t want to. It was too mushy and feely for your character, you felt embarrassed you even thought about it. You looked away promptly, unable to conceal the frown on your features.

“You okay?” he asked, worry laced in his words.

“Sand’s not comfortable, it’s gonna give me a headache,” that wasn't a lie, it was disgustingly hard to get comfortable when laying on bare sand.

Zuko gathered up whatever confidence he had left, and scooted so he was sat criss-cross above where your head rested.

He gave a dopey smile, before opening his mouth to say something. You looked upwards at him, his grin contagious, contaminating your annoyed features.

“You could lay your head on my lap?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you scooted up, carefully rested your head onto his body, a look on your face.

And after a little more staring, he came to realise what it was,

You were shy

All the signs pointed to it; your averting gaze, fidgeting fingers, feet working antagonistically from point to flat (like when you point your feet and then like put them how you stand idk how to describe it ), and your quickened breathing.

He leaned down slightly, his nose practically touching yours.

“Hi,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to look at his lips.

Who gave him this confidence ??????????

Sleep deprivation that's what

“Hi,”

You reached your fingers into his hair, slightly tugging down at him, trying to infer what your words failed to tell.

His eyes glistened with adoration, before fluttering shut as he contacted your lips.

The firebender’s lips were cut, you assumed maybe he did that, a stress coping mechanism you’d frequently told him to quit

When the kiss broke, neither of you moved.

You stayed on that beach the whole night - eventually even falling asleep.

You on his lap, and him lying down uncomfortable in order to keep your head comfy on his lap

Zuko woke up before you, rubbing his eyes as Katara came into view

She had been on a stroll, with the intention to swim, when she came across the scene

She’d never seen you look so soft, or Zuko look so tender

Her eyebrows flew up as she made eye contact with the boy, eyes snapping between your curled up figure and his sandy-hair covered face

Then furrowed again as she clocked in the scene

Zuko’s face glowed red as he realised Katara saw this, and even more so when he felt you shift, burying your head in his knee area to avoid the light of the scorching fire nation sun, a quiet groan leaving your lips.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of the firebender’s mouth as he watched you intently, a blurry emotion behind his irises.

“Can I ask: what?” She whispered, eyes blown wide.

Her voice, albeit quiet, brought you out of your trance.

You yawned, spreading your limbs then covering your face from the sun.

Suddenly, you gained enough consciousness to acknowledge your surroundings, and you quickly opened your eyes, despite the blinding light.

A gasp left your lip as you sat up, making eye contact with the flushed fire bender.

“Good morning?”

“Hi.”

You said at the same time, an awkward silence over taking.

Your eyes suddenly followed a sound of shuffling - only to see katara standing there looking rather out of place.

“Hi.” She said.

“Hello,” you replied, embarrassed.

“I’m just gonna-“ she pointed off to the side, before basically running away.

You both watched her leave, then turned to look at eachother.

The fire bender was dazed in the view of you, the way your eyes twinkled, and your lips remained pouted.

But the way that your face was illuminated, despite not even facing the sun, you looked straight out of a movie.

He was so entranced, that zuko was convinced that if the moon was to see you - it would be jealous of your effortless beauty.

You, on the other hand, were about to slap him for staring.

You tilted your head to the side, so confused that a question mark could’ve popped up above your head.

Immediately he looked away, attempting to rid the feeling of his heart in his throat.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to stare?

Bye he was so embarrassed

“Shut up.”

You narrowed your eyes, pushing him onto the sand so that he was under you,

“And what if I don’t?” You leaned in, whispering.

His heart was running laps, his mind equally pacing.

“Hm? What would you do?”

He sat quietly, eyes wide, as he took in the proximity. Your lips just looked so…

Hey is it just you or is he about to kiss you?

It’s not just you because he did!

It was a sweet, long lasting, testing the waters type of kiss

And that’s basically how you started dating

Did I or did I not get carried away?

Anyways now that you're dating !!!

Being his S/O was definitely something you could get used to

Zuko is absolutely the type of guy to give you constant princess treatment

He’d act like you’re already married - at this point you’re just missing the ring

He always made it a point to make sure you were fed and hydrated, warm too

Maybe he’d abuse that warmth power a little

You’d be lying in the same tent and he’d be like “Come closer you’re cold,”

“Zuko im room temperature im not cold,”

“No You’re cold come here,”

“Just say you want a hug,”

“Shut up,”

He tugged you closer so you laid against his chest unable to see his face - probably cuz he was redder than his tunic.

It was all the tiny things he did that get you really comfortable being affectionate

Even though he himself was shy, he knew he had to be the one initiating touch

Another instance is when you go eat - he'll ensure he sat closest to you, and always brush hands with you when passing you your bowl. Of course he thought he was slick when he would sit close enough so your knees touched - but you noticed.

You noticed but you didn’t tell him you noticed, you knew he’d be embarrassed if caught red handed.

As someone who felt like he was never enough, physical affection was something that really made an impact on him

Something as simple as tracing his scars with gentle fingers, or rubbing his arm soothingly after a particularly rough day

Although your words couldn’t convey how you felt, you weren’t raised to be touchy feely, you knew he understood what you meant

He could hear the words of affirmation even while you slept, he could feel the comfort radiating off of your curled body in his tent

He knew you felt comfortable around him, and that alone was a great achievement in his mind

Zuko was used to coming off as gruff and mean, but you know it was a facade - a coping mechanism

You knew he was the same thirteen year old mommy’s boy that he was years ago

These hc’s are so long 😨

You always made it a point to treat him gently - despite being such a blunt person

You found yourself holding your tongue more often, being nicer to people around you because you got used to only having compliments for Zuko.

Maybe, you’d even try to put your affections into words - and although not formulating like you wanted, with fumbling words and fidgeting hands - the thought was what counted

He knew being super fluffy was a struggle for you, and that you were trying your best to be your best for him

He could see your effort - and you could see his.

The gang definitely saw you as a weird pair at the start

They found out once they saw Zuko laughing, hiding his face and you smirked at him.

Your hands rested on his torso as you willed him to take you seriously

You just said he looked nice when he trained - you both know what you meant

His shirt was clinging to his skin and his hair stuck to his face - my man was just out of a movie scene.

After the gang had long dispersed, you spoke your mind.

This brought the shyness out

Unfortunately, it was Aang who saw the interaction

“Zuko? YN? What’s so funny?”

When the rest of your friends heard Zuko, YN, AND FUNNY in the same sentence, they peeked.

“Nothing,” Zuko mumbled, his ears tinting.

You flinched your hand away from him, coughing awkwardly.

“Wait a minute,” Sokka narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why’re you guys on the floor?” Toph asked.

Zuko lifted his head, looking at you with panic, you returned just the same

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I don’t know..”

The prince looked to you for help, only to find you trying to hold back a laugh.

Your lips tucked inwards and eyes pointed downwards.

He looked forward again, side eyeing you so aggressively.

“What am I watching?” Sokka asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t know,” toph mumbled.

You were laughing as Katara seemed so puzzled, and yet so sure of what her discovery could mean.

“Wait a minute,”

“Well that’s my cue!” you got up abruptly, dusting your clothing before practically beelining to the house.

The group was left staring at Zuko, who was on the verge of burning you alive

Eventually they got it out of him

Jk they got it out of katara

“Wait, what were you gonna say?” Aang asked katara.

“I was just gonna ask about that one time she was asleep on his lap,”

Zuko looked like he was contemplating drowning himself

“SHE WHAT”

“Yeah on the beach before… like two days ago,” she paused, “What was that about?”

“Umm, she was sleepy?”

“Why didn’t you sleep in a room then?”

“…Fresh air.”

“Fresh air?”

“Fresh air. Mhm”

“And what about when you kissed?” Toph added.

She was blind, but she knew how to sandbend.

It just so happened that that night seemed to be a sleepless night all around, the young earth bender was perched on a small chair, where her feet could touch natural ground so she could experience the surroundings.

(Or because she wanted to know what you and Zuko were doing, she’s blind not deaf)

“W H A T” sokka yelled, everyone staring blankly at Toph.

“Yeah, two days ago, this very beach, sparring in the middle of the night… ring a bell Zuko?”

“Not at all.” He stood his ground.

“Cut the crap,” Suki giggled, “it’s obvious!”

“What’s obvious?” He played stupid.

“Tha-“ suki was cut off by the dramatic show Sokka was about to put on.

“Oh YN! You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met!” He twirled, “I just wanna-“ he made a loud kiss noise.

The gang erupted into laughter, mainly because of the poor fire boy's reaction. His face was not only red, no, his eyes were wide, his mouth agape.

He dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

“I think that’s enough teasing,” katara giggled.

Aang and her went off to go do- whatever they do.

Suki, sokka and toph remained. As they were busy laughing,

You overheard what he said as you were just around the corner, and decided to take a jab at his previous theatrics.

You walked up to them from behind, kicking sokka’s knees inwards.

He yelped as he fell to the ground, immediately looking up to the source.

You towered over him, the ghost of a smile on your face.

You paused, a rare smirk making an appearance on your face.

“I’m flattered, but unfortunately I’m not single,”

An: I’d like to imagine chaos would start here

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hstylesloverr · 2 years ago

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YOUNG LOVE.

evan peters x model!yn

warnings: mentions of the show “dahmer”??, age gap

evanupdates via instagram post

liked by ynfan1, username, evanfan and more

evanupdates “ The funny thing is, when I was offered the part to play Dahmer, I seriously considered turning it down. You know, I didn't think I could measure up. Yes, I had done something similar in American Horror Story, but trying to tell an event as horrific as Dahmer's life and what he did to his victims in such an explicit and realistic way? I really thought I wasn't up to the task. I told my girlfriend that I had been offered a big role and that I was thinking about whether or not to turn it down. She asked me what it was about and well, I told her what the series was about a bit. Then she looked me straight in the eye and simply said, "You have to accept this role."

[…]

Yes, I really think I couldn't have done it without the support I got from the whole team and especially from my girlfriend. You know, she would sit with me every afternoon and we'd spend hours and hours watching documentaries and Dahmer movies, reading police reports, newspapers from the time, whatever. The support I had from her was truly something I will always be grateful for. ”

- Evan talking about the process of accepting his character in the new netflix publicity interview.

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ynupdates CUTIES 🥹! Y/N and her boyfriend, Evan Peters, in a pub tonight in Paris.

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ashwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Enemies to lovers

Robin x reader

So maybe if you could write an enemies to lovers with robin and there is a rivalry between them but then something happens and the dynamics completely switch but they're still kind of bitchy to eachother

I was thinking maybe 9,11,14,23,32 and 40 from the angst list and then 4,18,21,28 and 34 from the fluff list and then to top it of with 14,19,25 and 35 from the smut list

Requested by @seasonofth3witch

Reader is very open about her sexuality

Y/N never understood why Robin had an issue with her. When she first met Robin, she honestly thought she was one of the hottest girls she has ever seen in her life. She was sarcastic and sassy.

Y/N can't lie, seeing Robin screaming at her just aroused her even more. The way her face turned red. Her lips would puff out. Her eyebrows scrunched together and her nose followed. She was breathtaking.

So when Robin decided to hate her guts, she couldn't deny that it stung. It was like she hated her before giving her a chance.

But Y/N wasn't a push over. If Robin was out for blood, she'd put up a fight.

When Robin first heard about Y/N it was from Steve. She was his latest obsession. Robin easily got annoyed when Steve could freely talk about women. If she were to do it, people would judge her. Shame her.

She hated it even more that Steve could be with any girl he met. He didn't have to worry about her sexuality, or hiding their love. She found herself easily jealous over Steve.

And when she met Y/N, jealously planted it's roots in her heart.

She was gorgeous. Easily the most beautiful girl she's ever seen in her life. And she was into Steve, go fucking figure.

She watched as Y/N threw her arms around Steve's neck and how he spun her around.

Robin felt her eyes roll, blushing slightly when Y/N noticed her action.

Y/N smiled anyway and place her hand out to Robin.

Robin hated how her smile made her even more gorgeous. A gorgeous girl for Steve.

Robin faked a smile and shook the girl's hand. Trying to ignore the sparks she felt and butterflies flying in her stomach.

It's been months since they met and Robin still feels jealousy. A burning monster that takes over her mouth and body.

It's like whenever she's near Y/N, the monster makes an appearance.

Robin later found out that she wasn't actually into Steve. They were old childhood friends, and she recently moved back home.

But that didn't matter. Robin couldn't turn the tables on her now, then she'd have to admit why she was so hostile at first. And she was not going to admit that.

In the beginning Y/N tried to brush off Robin's attitude towards her. Maybe she wasn't good at meeting new people. Y/N vowed to always be nice and give her time to warm up.

"Steve and I are going to see the new horror film, do you want to go? I could pick you up?" Y/N smiled sweetly at her but Robin didn't soften up.

"I rather do literally anything than sit in a movie theater with you."

Unless it was them alone, where she could sneak her hand up Y/N's skirt

"I heard you loved chocolate and I got so much for Christmas, do you want to share?"

"I don't need your regifts."

But she'd love to melt chocolate over her skin and lick it off

"Rob! This color blue would look amazing on you."

"I don't remember asking for your opinion."

Robin did secretly buy every clothing item in that color.

Sooner than later Y/N began to bite back. Robin clearly didn't warm up to her after months of knowing her so she gave up.

"Hey Steve don't forget, party at my house tonight!"

Robin looked up, party? Why wasn't she told?

"what about me Steve?"

Y/N overheard the question. With a smirk she snapped back to Robin.

"Sorry. Friends only. Don't really care to have you around."

"Well I vote to watch comedy" Robin stated out loud to the group, as they sat at Steve's for a movie night.

"No one wants to watch your shitty picks Rob."

Robin could feel her blood boil at the sound of Y/N's voice.

After so many comments to one another, they couldn't breathe near each other without fighting.

"ROB ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE WRONG!"

"I AM NOT WRONG!"

"what are they fighting about now?" Steve sighed as he watched the two girls practically go at each other's throats.

"I have no idea." Nancy said. Confusion as to why these two girls always but heads.

The more Robin got to know Y/N, the more she began to fall for her.

But she couldn't, it would only lead her to be heartbroken.

It was easier to hate her than to love her.

The more they fought the more Y/N felt herself craving Robin.

She wanted to swallow Robin's hot words down her throat.

For once shut her up as she fucked her.

The only problem was, if she fucked her, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop.

Their next big blowout ended very badly. A lot of damage was done that Robin wasn't sure she could come back from.

Robin remembered her blood boiling as Y/N had a girl pressed against the wall, her tongue down this girl's throat. Y/N's hands were running down the girls body, hiking a leg around her waist.

Robin could hear the girl moan over the loud music in the living room. She tried to move away but ended up seeing them from a different angle. From here Robin could see Y/N's fingers working themselves into the girl's cunt.

Robin felt herself grow wet as her eyes trained on Y/N's fingers skillfully working this girl to an orgasm. It wasn't her first time. She had to be gay in a sense. Robin watched as the girl fell apart, orgasm washing over her as Y/N swallowed her moans with a kiss. She left the girl panting and shaking in the corner of the living room. No care to the party going on around them. No care to watchful eyes.

Y/N removed her fingers from the girls cunt and sucked them clean. As she cleaned them off she looked to the side to see Robin staring at her.

A dark look took over Robin's eyes. It was a look of heat, lust and desire. She could see Robin clenching her thighs together. The movement caused her small blue dress to move up. Y/N could feel the drooling filling her mouth as she looked at the new skin available.

When she caught Robin's eyes again she smirked at the glare Robin was sending the random girl.

Jealous? She thinks so.

Y/N excused herself to the kitchen, needing another drink. She was already definitely drunk. Not usually the type to finger a girl in public at a party sober.

"You'd think you would have more respect for yourself than to be just a slut in public." She heard Robin hiss from behind her.

She quickly turned to see the girl close, practically chest to chest at this point.

"me a slut? I don't know Rob. From where I was it seemed like you were enjoying the show. What does that make you?" She smirked as Robin blushed underneath the low lights.

Even if she couldn't see her fully in the party lights, she knew Robin looked gorgeous tonight. Delicious enough to devour.

When Robin didn't answer, Y/N stood closer. Now basically nose to nose. If she leaned in an inch more their lips could touch.

"So quiet now baby. What is it? Are you a little bit jealous? Do you wish you could fuck me Rob? Or want me to fuck you?"

Robin wanted to smack the smirk off of Y/N's face. She hated how right she was. She hated that Y/N could read her like a book even when she tried to hide herself with a cover.

But Robin couldn't let herself sink into the game. Y/N was testing her and she needed to come back on top.

"You know Y/N, not everyone wants you. I certainly don't. I don't want you. I don't even fucking like you. I can't stand you. You're selfish, stubborn and such a goddamn bitch. How people even care about you is beyond me. I will never be jealous over anyone you fuck. Because I wouldn't touch you even if you got on your knees and begged me."

Y/N felt like she was sobering quickly. Embarrassed and hurt filling her bones. All this time she thought maybe Robin disliked her because she was attracted to her. Some type of sexual tension that she would feed fire into.

But no, Robin came with a bucket of water and threw it on the fire. She made it clear, and Y/N had to accept the girl she secretly was in love with, would never like her.

"Damn Rob. And all this time I thought it was just sexual tension between us. But I'm glad you told me how you really feel. I'll make sure to leave you the fuck alone." Y/N threw her full drink to Robin's feet. Pushing past her with a hard shove as she ran out.

Robin knew she fucked up. She knew she hurt Y/N and she couldn't come back from that.

It's been two days since the party, and she hasn't seen her since.

It was like she disappeared in thin air.

She wanted to ask about her, but she couldn't let anyone know she secretly cared. She hated that she could see the exact moment Y/N's eyes changed into hurt.

She was supposed to hate her.

And hating someone never felt so hard.

When the gang got together for their next movie night, it was Robin's pick.

She nervously looked over at Y/N the whole night. She didn't say a word to her. Not like they talked every second but something was usually said by now.

When she picked a movie she knew Y/N hated more than anything, she turned to her for a reaction, as did the rest of the gang.

But she sat there silently, picking at her nails.

The gang eyed her weirdly but no one said anything.

Robin quickly put in the movie and went back to her seat.

Radio silence has never hurt so bad before.

Every time Y/N saw Robin or even heard her name, the embarrassment filled her again. She didn't want Robin to know how bad her words affected her but she had to distance herself.

It hurts too much to sit there and act like nothing has changed between them. Like Robin didn't tell her that she could never care for Y/N, even as a friend.

She was never insecure but now she second guessed herself about everything. What if her other friends thought she was a bitch too. Do they think that?

They were Robin's friends first, maybe they all thought the same thing but Robin was the only one that had the balls to admit it.

In a silent agreement Robin and Y/N simply ignored each other.

The gang questioned what happened between the two but neither spoke about it.

Robin felt guilty but was too proud to admit that.

Y/N was embarrassed and didn't want her friends knowing how hard she fell for Robin. She didn't need the pity looks.

She knew Robin would never love her. She doesn't need to hear everyone say it.

Robin came down with chicken pox. She was itchy everywhere and constantly annoyed.

Her parents were gone so she had to somehow take care of herself. Which was hard since she had to tape mittens to her hands so she would stop fucking scratching.

She called Steve and begged him to help. He said he's never gotten the chicken pox and he wasn't going to get them now. But he'd send over help.

And when help showed up at her door, she wished she never asked.

Y/N nervously rocked on her feet. This was a bad idea. Robin would not want her here. But she was the only one in the gang that apparently has had chicken pox before so she was sent to help the girl out.

Help the girl who hates her guts.

She swears God is being cruel on purpose.

But the love she held for Robin took over and she wanted to nurse her back to health.

Once she got enough courage she knocked on the door with her free hand. The other hand is holding a bag of food, drinks, movies, and books. If Robin allowed her to stay, she needed something to entertain her.

When Robin opened the door a big frown took over her face.

Great, Robin thought.

She's sick, covered in red dots, no make up and hair not even brushed. Old pjs of a T-shirt and small shorts with fuzzy socks.

Not how she wanted to look when she saw Y/N again.

God was being cruel on purpose.

Y/N thought the opposite. She thought Robin was somehow even cuter sick. Her no make-up face was still breathtaking, her freckles really stood out. Her crazy bed hair had Y/N thinking of what her sex hair would look like. But she quickly shook that thought behind.

She was her because Robin was sick.

"I brought chocolate." Y/N said with a small smile and shrugged shoulders. Fully expecting Robin to slam the door on her face. To her surprise, Robin opened the door wider and stepped aside.

Her smile got bigger as she walked through the door. Removing her shoes and following Robin's lead to her bedroom.

"sorry for the mess." Robin blushed as she cleared off her bed.

"no worries. My room is definitely worse." She laughed. Her heart warmed when Robin let out a small chuckle.

"alright which film first?"

Around three movies later, Robin was close to falling asleep.

Y/N noticed Robin's eyes getting heavy. The clock read it was near 10 pm.

"You seem tired. I'll get out of your hair." Y/N said quietly as she began to move from the bed. Cleaning up the snacks and drinks around her.

She began to grab her keys when Robin's small voice stopped her.

"Could you stay a little bit longer?”

Y/N didn't know what to say.

She wanted her to stay? She turned to look at her, hoping to read her expression.

Robin's eyes were red and heavy. Just blinks away from falling asleep.

"Yeah Rob, of course." She smiled softly and Robin's lips turned into a smile.

Y/N went to sit at the edge of the bed, where she was sitting before, when Robin scooted over to her wall and patted the space next to her.

"You want me to lay next to you?" Y/N asked. She was confused. Robin wasn't anything like how she usually is when it comes to Y/N.

Robin felt her body flush in heat. Maybe she shouldn't have asked her to stay. Maybe she shouldn't have asked her to lay down.

She feels like an idiot. Right as she was about to tell her nevermind, Y/N took off her jeans.

Robin blushed at the sight of her legs and thighs. Her shirt covered her panties, thankfully otherwise Robin might actually burst in flames.

Y/N crawled in next to Robin and turned her head to face the tv, away from Robin's eyes.

Robin couldn't watch the movie, her eyes kept landing back to Y/N body laying next to her. The tv highlights the sides of her face. She was so effortlessly gorgeous. Laying there with no makeup, full attention to the film.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was soothing. It was relaxing. And it somehow felt right.

Robin couldn't help herself as she slowly itched her hand closer to Y/N's that rested on her own stomach.

Once she felt her hand made contact with Y/N's she quickly shut her eyes. Fake snores leaving her mouth.

"Rob? Hey Rob? Are you asleep?" She heard Y/N softly whisper. Her breath hitting Robin's lips.

She kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

Robin tried not to smile when she felt Y/N lace their fingers together and her body scoot closer.

"Sweet dreams Rob." Her heart warmed as she felt a kiss to her nose.

She kept fake sleeping until she truly fell asleep, her heart slowly beating in rhythm with the girl that laid next to her.

Robin groaned as she felt the sun shining in her eyes. Throwing an arm over eyes to block out the disturbance.

She rolled over to hide her head into her pillow when she smelled a shampoo that wasn't hers. She opened her eyes fully to see her bed empty but the scent still lingered.

That's when she remembered, she asked Y/N to stay the night.

Robin felt herself frown as she looked at the empty bed. Her room is now a tad bit more clean than last night. Her tv was shut off. The silence in the room felt like it was suffocating her. She removed herself from her bed and changed into new clothes.

She made her way to the kitchen and froze when she saw Y/N standing there in front of the stove, nothing but the same shirt and panties from the night before.

Robin clenched her thighs when Y/N reached up to grab plates from the cabinet. Her shirt rose up and she could see how her panties shaped the globes of her ass so wonderfully. She wanted to come behind her and grip her ass as she rutted herself against her.

Robin decided she needed to speak up, not keep staring at her.

"I thought you left."

Y/N jumped at the sudden voice. And turned around.

She smiled at Robin, looking adorable in her huge blue sweatshirt and small shorts. Hair thrown up in a messy bun, pieces that couldn't fit laid against her neck. Her small red bumps are mostly gone.

"Nope! Just making pancakes." She smiled brightly.

"you know, you wear that color blue a lot. It's nice on you." She complimented as she turned back around.

Robin blushed, silently remembering why she bought this color blue in the first place.

After that day Y/N thought things were going to be better between them. Robin seemed to have opened up around her, and wanted her to stay.

Y/N hoped at least a friendship was forming.

But she was wrong. She was reminded once again that Robin did not like her.

The gang was at another party, trying to have every bit of teenage fun they could manage.

Robin has been avoiding Y/N at all costs. Refusing to look in her direction during group conversations, purposely standing the furthest away.

She did a whole 180 on her. She wanted her to stay and now she doesn't seem to care if they know each other or not.

But Y/N wasn't going to dwell on it. This behavior from Robin shouldn't shock her anymore.

Y/N spent the night dancing with the prettiest girl she could find. She wanted to feel things for someone else that she felt with Robin. She wanted to feel that heat and desire.

She let the girl grind herself all over her. She placed her hands on the girl's hips and moved with her. The girl had her head thrown back in a moan as Y/N slipped her leg in between her thighs. Now grinding her clothed clit against Y/N's thigh. Y/N could feel herself biting back a moan as the girl sucked on her neck, definitely leaving a hickey behind.

"how does she find a girl every single time?" Steve whined as he watched Y/N and this random girl basically dry hump each other in the middle of the living room.

"She's hot Steve." Nancy said as she laughed at his displeasure.

Robin didn't seem to be enjoying it either. Racing breaths coming from her body. She doesn't know if her face was full of heat from the drink in her cup or from what her eyes had to watch.

Watch the girl she's been trying to ignore feelings for, once again give another girl an orgasm during a party. Robin remembered last time this happened she said things she shouldn't have. Before she made that mistake again she headed for the kitchen for some water, hoping to cool down whatever is making her body hot.

"Hey you are Rob right?" A breathless voice came from beside her.

It was the same girl from the other party that Y/N messed around with.

"it's Robin." She corrected, no friendliness in her tone.

"Oh sorry. Y/N always calls you Rob, speaking of her I was wondering if she has said anything about me? I gave her my number but she never called." The girl asked nervously, her fingers twiddling.

"Um no. But her and I don't really talk." Robin shrugged, softening the blow just a bit.

"oh really? She talks about you a lot like you guys were friends. But nevermind then. I guess I'll have to find her or something." The girl quickly went to run off. Jealousy and a sting of guilt filling Robin, Y/N talked about her all the time. In front and to other girls.

With a sigh Robin headed back to the living room, seeing Y/N now talking to the girl Robin ran into. Smiling and laughing. Robin rolled her eyes. She hated how easy it was for every other girl to talk to Y/N so freely. Not initiated or scared by her.

She watched as Y/N kissed the girls cheek and headed to the bathroom. The girl smiled after her, in a daze.

Robin tried to act as it didn't bother her when Y/N walked right past her. Not even a slight movement in her eyes.

"Hey did you see where Y/N went?" The girl from the dance floor asked as she walked up to Robin.

Another one really?

"no." She snapped. Why was she forced to be an Y/N expert all of a sudden.

"well I really need to go so if you could give her my number. That'd be great!" She handed Robin a piece of paper.

" I wouldn't bother, Y/N has this thing where she acts like she cares. She'll fuck you no doubt. Make it so good your head will spin. Then when you wake up she'll be gone. And I promise you she won't call you again. She doesn't settle down. Kind of a one night stand type of girl. Guess she got too used to people not wanting more than sex from her so she became best at it. " Robin declared as confident as she could like she would know.

But Robin truly didn't know. She had no idea what Y/N was like in bed. If she hooked up once and left. If she stayed to hold whoever it was. She wished she knew.

The girl wasn't sure what to say so she awkwardly laughed and slowly walked away.

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.” Y/N spoke up. Robin's head quickly turned to see her standing there. Arms crossed and eyes a tad bit watery.

Robin felt her expression fall, yet again she fucked up.

"Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.” Y/N scoffed.

Robin quickly stuttered out, "no that's not... that wasn't...I didn't...I am sorry."

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned around. Once again running out of a party because of Robin.

But this time Robin followed her.

Racing out to the front yard, "Y/N JUST WAIT!"

"NO ROBIN. I'M FUCKING DONE!"

"Don't call me that please. It's Rob remember? And I am sorry."

"Sorry for what Robin? Hating me before you even gave me a chance? Treating me like shit when we are hanging out with our friends? Slut shaming me? Telling me you could never care about me? Telling girls that I'm just a good fuck and that's all I have? So what part?" Y/N asked. .

Maybe hating Y/N wasn't the right way to go with things. Maybe she should've been honest. Maybe this is now the time.

"do you want me to fuck you, Robin? Is that what this is? Sexually frustrated from being near me all the time?" Robin gulped as Y/N got nose to nose to her.

A weak nod from Robin caused Y/N to smirk.

"Then let's go." Y/N demanded as she began to walk to her car

Robin had no idea what Y/N had planned. She had no idea why she followed Y/N to her car with no hesitation.

And now Robin found herself in her own bedroom, and not alone.

Y/N had Robin right here she wanted her.

"Strip." She demanded.

Robin's body heated as Y/N checked her out.

Robin slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her feet. She bent forward to pull down her tights.

Now she stands in front of a fully dressed Y/N, in nothing but her matching underwear.

Robin felt her self grow self conscious as Y/N stared at her. Subconsciously covering herself with her hands.

Y/N quickly walked up to Robin and removed her hands.

"Stop. You are beautiful." She said.

After months of back and forth, Y/N finally got to kiss the girl of her dreams.

Robin was panting hard.

She was on her back, completely naked and at Y/N's mercy.

A vibrator buzzing on her clit, that Y/N has refused to move for minutes.

"you are going to hold that vibrator on your clit until you cum. Do you understand?" Y/N demanded as she lowered her face towards Robin's cunt.

Robin nodded fast and grabbed the vibrator. Pressing it harshly against her clit. Moaning at the feeling of vibrations shooting through her body.

"OH FUCK!" Robin screamed as Y/N plunged one finger into her cunt.

"look at you. One finger in and you are screaming for me" Y/N mocked as she began to pump two fingers inside of her. Fingering as deep as she could.

"So warm and tight Rob." Robin felt her pussy clench hearing Y/N call her Rob as she fingered her.

Robin's moans grew louder and closer together. Hips bucking up to match the pace of Y/N's fingers. Her clit pulsing from the vibrator.

"I'm gonna cum." She whispered. Moans leaving her mouth in a higher pitch.

Y/N smirked as she watched Robin fall apart.

"I only came because of the vibrator." Robin said as she turned it off and moved it to the side. Y/N smirk got bigger as she thrust a third finger into Robin's cunt.

'oh fuck" Robin gasped.

" are you saying I can't make you cum by myself with no toys involved? You are going to regret that, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

Robin should have kept her mouth shut.

Because now she was three orgasms in and Y/N hadn't removed herself from between Robin's thighs.

She was sucking and licking Robin's thighs. Fingers are still slowly pushing into her. It was messy and wet. Y/N's tongue was thrashing against Robin's clit harshly. With each orgasm Robin grew more sensitive. It became way easier to keep her cumming and screaming.

"I can't...I can't give another." Robin whimpered as she tried to pull her hips away from Y/N's assault.

"Aw Rob. That was like two orgasms without the vibrator even near you."

Robin wanted to kiss the smirk off of her face.

Before she could say a word, Y/N climbed up Robin's chest.

"Put your mouth to good use for once and eat me like a good girl."

Robin moaned as Y/N straddled her face. Her delicious thighs smother her into Y/N's cunt. Robin inhaled Y/N scent. Feeling her abused cunt dripping.

Y/N was soaked from watching Robin orgasm after orgasm. No shame as she rode Robin's face desperately. She was working for an orgasm and that was it.

Robin hasn't tasted a woman as well as her before. Y/N tasted delicious, and sweet. Robin could die happily being suffocated by her thighs.

Robin slowly flicked her own nipples as Y/N rode her face, fast and harsh. Y/N's hands were digging into Robin's hair. Yanking her head even further into Y/N's cunt.

She was screaming above Robin. The sound slightly muted from how tight Y/N was keeping her thighs locked around Robin's head.

Y/N was cumming in seconds. Practically fucking herself on Robin's tongue.

Robin licked up the mess Y/N created. Humming at the sweet taste. Robin wished she could taste her forever.

Y/N slowly crawled down Robin's body, her bare cunt moving out of Robin's view. Robin whined at the view she got of it before it was taken away.

Y/N's pretty pink and soaked pussy would forever be imprinted in Robin's mind.

Robin once again woke up to the sun shining in her eyes. She quickly rolled over to see her bed empty once again.

Robin got out of bed fast and threw on a shirt to cover her naked skin.

Tip toeing down to her kitchen with a smile on her face.

But when she reached the kitchen so saw no one. It was empty and hasn't been touched in hours.

Robin's smile slowly fell.

A little piece of paper was taped to the fridge so Robin quickly read the note:

"I guess you found out what happens after I make a girls head spin, turns out I do leave. Wouldn't be expecting a call anytime soon :) "

That's it for part 1!

I hope whoever read this long ass fic enjoyed it!!

I love writing for Robin :)

There will be a part 2 and hopefully won't take me too long to put out

#robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley angst #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley smut #robin buckley smut x reader #Robin Buckley angst x reader

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ellieonomy · 3 years ago

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roommate!eren hc

genre: sfw, nsfw headcannons

parings: erenxreader

cw: mostly gn sfw+nsfw, cheating, voyeurism (kinda), mentions of masturbation+cream pie+squirting ,eren is a little pervert occasionally.

an: this really isnt that proofread but it was in my drafts so i’m clearing it out. :(( noo actually tho this eren is always my fav, it just seems like it would be nice to live with him.

roommate!eren is so cliche or.. something but like ugh I eat it up all the time.

like roommate!eren who doesn’t like your current boyfriend. gets so obviously jealous telling them to fuck off when they so much as say hi to him, you’ve lost count how many times you had to prevent a heated altercation.

roommate!eren feels like it's justified though .He barely takes you out, your excuse for that being “we haven't been together that long. " bullshit they should’ve been giving you the world from day one. complains and cancels your movie night because you want to watch your favorite sci-fi show, they think is lame. you watch that shit constantly, rambling about the plot first thing in the morning. So Eren is one step ahead to immediately cuddle on the couch with you instead, laughing at your stupid little jokes about a character. let's not forget when they even FORGOT your birthday once. leaving you too upset to even celebrate with Eren at home. He lets you cry in his arms after you start bawling when he bakes you a cake anyways. They just don’t treat you the way he would.

roommate!eren who’s so whipped he’s always in househusband mode for you. cooking your favorite food and cleaning the house when you’re too bummed out from work. buying your favorite wine and ice cream to share. might even wear that ridiculous apron you got him for his birthday one year.

roommate!eren often promotes the shit talk of your partner. you feel a little bad when you give in, but everyone does it, right? everyone has relationship problems they need to rant drunkenly about. Eren cannot help but explode into the loudest laugh when you tell him they haven’t made you cum. that shit right there is the fucking trigger to try and pull you in “maybe you should let me show you hmm?” he jokes, hoping you’re drunk enough to say yes.

roommate!eren doesn't believe you at first no. how could someone be so dismissive of your pleasure? and willingly miss out on things he's only seen in his dreams. like your eyes rolling back choking on spit and babbling about how you want to cum while you choke on his fingers. he doesn't believe it until you're eager to kick your boyfriend out and he hears a low buzz coming from your room just minutes later.

roommate!eren stands in front of your door to beat his dick. it's your fault, wouldn't have to if you didn't muffle your moans into your pillow. His teeth bite onto the fabric of his shirt drool wetting it till it feels almost mushy. his hand is soaked with his own spit and precum dripping at his feet. He really hopes you hear him moan your name when he's about to cum. wishes you'd help him and take his cum down your throat so he doesn't have to clean up his mess.

now roommate!eren he knows it’s a little shitty.. and manipulative to make a move when you're so vulnerable, but that one night you come home crying from an argument he’s all over you. pulling you into a tight hug and wiping your tears. you can’t help but fall for him and he can’t resist kissing your pouty lips when those watery eyes look up at him.

naturally, roommate!eren's ego is through the fucking roof when he finally gets you under him, feeling like a god when he makes you squirt for the first time ever. you’re moaning so loud for him drooling and shaking at every thrust, god his dick game is fucking deadly.

your roommate!eren won’t admit it but he’s a sucker for praise letting out cute whines when you tell him how big he is and how “it’s okay if you cum inside, feels so good so I’ll let you”.

roommate!eren is such a fucking cocky bitch asking you “who's pussy is this now huh? full fucking name baby” knowing you can barely speak while his cock is so deep inside of you, pushing his cum into you. He can't keep his eyes off of the way it leaks and sticks the two of you together. considers recording your act of submission for him and his cum stuffed in your pretty hole so he can give in his own words “your shrimp dick of a boyfriend” a reality check.

hneycxmb™ circa:4.22 no reposts/ translations without credit reblogs appreciated :’)

#honeytreats~🍰#eren <3 #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren headcanons #roommate!eren #want this man to brand his name on me actually #naur not me finally posting a polished post 😭

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gurugirl · 3 years ago

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Gonna Make you Mine*

✨Celebrating 200+ followers!! Keep sharing the love and coming back you guys! I have a bunch more in store. Thank you for everything. ✨

Summary: Your boyfriend is involved in illegal dealings and Harry's his boss. Harry wants to make you his and your boyfriend owes Harry big time, so a proposal is made that involves you, Harry, and your boyfriend (not a threesome).

A/N: This one shot was thought up while I was waiting on a layover at the airport. 6k words

Warning: This might not be everyone's cup of tea so read at your own discretion! Smut (obviously), exhibitionism, cheating, cursing, slight violence and mentions of violence, forced voyeurism, unprotected sex, cream pie, mention of illegal dealings, 18+ only, NSFW

“Come on. You know you want it. Your pussy boyfriend isn’t treating you right. I’d worship the ground you walk on. Fuck, I already worship you and you haven’t even given me the time of day.” Harry’s speaking quietly into your ear with a hand holding onto the back of your arm to keep you from walking away from him like you normally do when he starts this up.

“Just imagine how good I’m gonna treat you when I make you mine. Hmm? I already treat you better than fuck face over there.” His other hand has come up to your waist. Harry’s standing behind you and if anyone were to see you two from the front they wouldn’t know he’s pressed into your back and holding your arm and waist. It just looks like he’s leaning over to talk to you.

“Stop, Harry. Jake is right there. He’s gonna freak out if he sees how close you’re standing when he walks over here. I don’t want a repeat of…”

Your words are cut off at Harry’s deep voice interrupting you, “What the fuck is he gonna do to me huh? He fucking works for me. He’s my bitch. And if he even dreams of doing anything to you in retaliation I’ll kill him. Why do you care so much anyway? Hmm? I know you want me. I see how you look at me, how you watch my mouth when I talk, how you never pull away from me when I touch you. Like right now. I’m pressed right up against your ass and your pressing yourself right back into me. You fucking like this.”

You gulp down your saliva and take a deep breath. The truth was you did like it. Harry really did it for you. He was attractive to you in every way that mattered, in your opinion. He was physically an absolute god. He was also extremely intelligent and aware. And to top it off, rich and powerful. And in the year you’ve known him (as long as you’ve been dating Jake), he’s been very forward with the way he felt for you. At first it was just him making crude comments about sex and what he could do to make you feel good, but then as you two got to know one another his comments and attitude toward you changed into something different, not as crude (still crude at times, though, as that was just Harry's norm). He began sending you gifts, he’d show up at your apartment when Jake was away and watch movies with you, make you dinner. Then he made it clear he wanted you. As his own girlfriend. He could be a little pushy but he never forced you to do anything.

You wanted to cave so many times but a part of you was very stubborn and you wanted to make it work with Jake (which is such a laugh now that you think about it). But you also really liked the attention from Harry at the same time (who wouldn't?). Jake wasn’t a bad boyfriend the first six months. He was all the things you really wanted. But then he started spending a lot of time away “working”. And when you found him in a lie two months ago and you threatened to break up with him he begged and apologized and you decided to give him another shot. But Harry has also been telling you for months that Jake was cheating. You didn’t believe him at first because Harry really wanted to get with you for such a long time that you sort of just dismissed it thinking he was just saying that to get you to change your mind. But now? You didn’t know what was holding you back. Another of Jake’s associates told you he was cheating too and even though you didn’t have tangible proof, you wanted out. You wanted Harry.

You sigh and press your bum back ever so slightly to feel the man behind you. He grips your waist tighter to him and drops his mouth to your ear, his lips brushing at your lobe as he speaks, “Just like that, baby. I can take you right here if you want. Right in front of everyone. I’ll just flip this skirt up over your hips, unzip my pants and fuck you right here while we watch everyone in this room. Then eventually people will start realizing what’s going on when they hear you moaning my name and they’ll all watch on as I fuck an orgasm out of you.” You turn your face an inch toward his to feel his face even closer to yours.

You let out an involuntary whimper when his lips brushed at the edge of your cheek and he rutted his hips into your ass hard enough to nudge you forward a bit. This was the first time you’d really given in to him like this. Sure you'd let him massage your shoulders, hug you a little longer than he should, kiss your forehead in parting... but never this much.

Just then Jake began to make his way over to you when he saw you standing near Harry. The closer he got he could see Harry was rather close.

“What’s up Harry?” Jake spoke loudly, trying to assert dominance. Harry stood upright and walked around your frame to stand in front of you.

“You wanna know what’s up? I’ll tell you what the fuck’s up. What’s up is that you still fucking owe me and I’m about this close,” Harry holds up his thumb and index finger about two inches apart, “to kicking your fucking ass and making you beg me for death. That’s what the fuck is up. Fucking pussy.”

Jake holds his hands up in front of himself, “Woa, woa, there. Calm down! I can pay you back. You know I’m good for it. Seriously, H. I’m just working on a few things to get the money back and I’ll have it to you before you know it. Paid with interest.”

“Oh yeah? Bout fucking time. It’s only been, what, three months?” Harry takes a few steps toward Jake and looks down at him when he’s standing a foot away, “Three. Fucking. Months. Times up, asshole. I’ve got a better idea for how you can pay me back anyway.”

Harry turns to you standing a few feet behind him and he gently nudges at your arm,”Let’s the three of us,” he then turns and motions at Jake, “go into my office. I’ve got a proposal that’ll clear your debt.”

Harry leads you and Jake into his office and he ushers you to the couch to sit down next to him. Jake is forced to sit in the arm chair across from you and Harry. Harry puts a possessive arm over your shoulder and looks down at you for a brief moment before he turns to Jake. Jake is sitting up straight as a board with his eyes on Harry and how close he’s sitting to you. Jake knows that Harry often flirts with you. He knows Harry’s gone to your apartment to keep you company and because of that, Jake’s accused you time and again of cheating on him with Harry even though you’ve never even so much as kissed Harry on the cheek (though he's kissed your forehead a few times).

Harry directs his attention to Jake first. “Now, this proposal for your debt will have to be approved by your girlfriend first. If she doesn’t want to do it then you’re fucking out of luck and then I’m gonna beat the shit out of you so you won’t be able walk out of here.”

Then Harry looks down to you and speaks as he points a finger at Jake, “I can tie him up to that chair he’s sitting in,” then he drops his hand down to his thigh, “and make him watch while I bring you to orgasm over and over again. Then he'll be cleared of his debt."

Your mouth drops open. You hadn’t expected this. You knew Harry wanted to fuck you in front of people because he’s mentioned more than once but this? He was actually proposing it to you. All the other times seemed to be in jest and you'd laughed it off.

“No fucking way, man! You’re outta your damn mind Styles! There’s no way she’s gonna agree to that? What the fuck?!” Jake is standing and as he takes a step forward Harry launches up from sitting and steps right up to Jake. He roughly grabs Jake by his shirt and shoves him back down into the arm chair.

“Sit the fuck down! You have two fucking options here you piece of shit. The first one is the one I’m offering now and it will only happen at her say so,” he gestures toward you, “and the second one leaves you as a cripple for the rest of your motherfucking life. I’d strongly recommend you stay seated so she and I can decide how to proceed. I don't care what you want, your opinion means nothing to me. You better pray to god that she wants a good dicking because that option leaves you untouched and scot free.”

Harry moves back to the couch next to you and he turns to face you. You’re still in a bit of shock at this whole thing. And what is most shocking of all to you is that you want Harry to fuck you in front of Jake. The idea is absurd but it’s kind of a turn on, honestly. Plus you’d be taking the less violent route if you did this with Harry. So a win, win. Right?

“You can say no. But I know you want to. You know this fucker is sleeping with other chicks anyway, give him a taste of his own medicine.” Harry is leaning in close to you, with his magnetic gaze pulling you in.

“What?! Since when am I cheating on her dude? That’s a lie. Don’t listen to him!” Jake stands up again and Harry stands up too, but then you get up and grab onto Harry’s forearm. Harry looks down at you in question and just as he’s about to tell you not to get in the middle you speak.

“We should tie him to the chair so he can’t keep getting out of it. I mean…” you look at the ground and bite your lip before looking back up at Harry, “since we’ll need to anyway to get his debt paid.”

Both Jake and Harry have their mouths dropped open with surprised looks on their faces. Jake speaks up and then Harry directly after.

“No you aren’t! This isn’t an option!”

“Are you serious that you want this?”

Harry brings an arm up to hold Jake away from you two as he keeps his eyes on you, Jake is struggling against Harry's hold. He really didn’t think you’d go for it. All the times he’s offered to fuck you or kiss you or anything really you’d eventually turn him down and that was when Jake was away so you had plenty of opportunities to sneak around. But now that he’s telling you he’ll fuck you in front of your boyfriend you suddenly want it? That’s wife material if he’s ever seen it.

Plus this is good news for his knuckles and the skin over his fists. He was imagining this night ending with having to get someone to remove Jake’s unconscious body from his office while he tends to his hands and knuckles. But this is a turn for the better.

Ignoring Jake you answer Harry, “I do want it. Plus this is helping him pay the debt more peacefully. Right?”

Harry’s smile is wide and his dimple is carved into his cheek. He wants to lean down and kiss you but he realizes he’s about to have plenty of time for that. First thing on the agenda is to get Jake tied to the arm chair.

Harry tells you where the cord is and the duct tape and after a short struggle between Jake and Harry, Jake was pretty easily overcome then tied and taped to the chair. For good measure Harry taped over Jake’s mouth as well.

Harry instructs you to stay on the couch as he goes to the door of his office and locks it. Jake is looking at you wide eyed and trying to speak but he can't with the tape over his mouth. You watch on as Harry nears you. He's wearing one of his expensive suits that looks so good on his broad frame. Harry's always dressed nice. You can't help it when your gaze drops to his crotch for a moment. You've always noticed the large natural bulge he sports and have imagined that he's packing under his pants. You can't wait to see what he's going to do to you.

Harry walks past Jake and gets to you on the couch and reaches out to pull you up. He inches in toward you and holds you to his body before brushing some hair behind your ears and searches your face. His gaze holds something very serious and very hungry.

"Tell me if you change your mind. You're the only one here who's of any importance to me. Okay?" Harry rubs his thumbs over your cheeks as his fingers grasp onto the sides and back of your neck. His hold is gentle.

You softly smile, already feeling exhilarated about what's to come. "Okay." You lift your hands up to his chest and smooth them around to his back to hold him closer. You've been dying to be truly kissed by him and now it's all about to happen.

Harry draws your face into his and softly places his lips onto yours. It's slow and sensual. His lips are soft and the way they wrap around your own is making you feel comforted and aroused all the same time. When you lick at his lips he deepens the kiss and you two are just standing in front of the couch and holding onto one another with gasps and moans falling from your lips. It's hot and sexy and Jake's noises are annoying but he deserves this, you think to yourself.

Harry pulls back and bumps his nose into yours, "After I'm done with you, you won't want anyone else but me, baby. I'm gonna make sure of that. I'm gonna make you mine." Harry caresses your back with his large palms and then he's moving you to sit on the couch together. He returns his mouth to yours and you two begin moaning and sipping at one another for a bit. You place your hand over his crotch where his bulge is now getting to be quite evident and Harry groans into your mouth.

Harry leans back and grasps onto your top and slides it off over your head. Once he's got your top thrown onto the floor next to Jake's feet he whines and closes his eyes as he leans down to kiss your bra covered breasts. He squishes your flesh and licks over the fabric in haste before he's undoing the clasp behind your back and your bra snaps off and falls down off of your shoulders.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." Harry whispers as he gets a good look at your bare torso. He's attaching himself once again to your breasts but this time you really feel his mouth on you. He's sucking and pinching, squeezing and nibbling. Your breasts are wetted by his tongue and mouth as Harry removes his suit jacket and drops it to the floor. He pushes at you to lie down and then he slides your skirt off of your bottom half. You're left in only a white thong that has Harry going feral. Harry stands up to remove his shirt and pants but he doesn't take his eyes off of you. Not even when Jake is mumbling something neither of you can understand.

Harry, left only in his briefs quickly gets back to you on the couch. He roughly moves his hands all over you body. From your breasts, to your tummy, your hips and thighs and then he leans down to kiss your stomach all over. He's sucking bruises into your skin and smirking with each little purple splotch he leaves behind. Harry looks up to you as he slips his fingers under the fabric of your panties to pull them down off of you.

When he's rid you of your final piece of clothing he groans and rubs over his clothed erection. Harry tosses the thong toward Jake and it lands on his lap, the soaked material sitting there for him as a reminder of what's happening if he decides to look down at his lap instead of you two.

"Gonna eat you out baby. S'that okay?" Harry looks up at you as he parts your legs for his access. One of your legs is tossed up over his shoulder and the other one he's grasping from under your thigh as he gets his face right where he wants to be.

You moan and nod, "Yes, Harry. Yes!" He lovingly strokes over your slit and spreads your arousal all over your pussy and even to the crease of your thigh. Harry wants this to be as messy as possible. He's going to ruin you. You'll never want to even so much as look at another man after this.

Harry inserts two fingers into your slick cunt and searches around for the spot he knows will make your toes curl. When you gasp and throw your head back he feels the spongy spot at the front of your walls and he begins his assault on your cunt with his lips.

Harry is like a cave man. He's grunting and sucking and slurping you up. The noises coming from you are embarrassing at first but eventually you can't hold back. It's so good. He's better than anyone you've ever been with by far. Harry teases you a bit and then goes back to doing cave-man like cunnilingus that seems to be reminiscent of someone who's starved.

Everything is wet and warm between your legs and Harry's really getting into it, so much that he's got your arousal smeared on his face all over his nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks. He spits over you, and you watch as the glob drips down to your core, while he's still pumping his long thick fingers inside of you. He presses a thumb over your clit and slips it around for a bit as he catches his breath. It's only a minute of this before he's back at it again. Slurping you up and sucking on your clit like he's eating a mango.

You begin shaking and sighing high pitched breaths. You grasp onto Harry's hair and he nuzzles into you further, creating more pressure and friction at your clit and it's creating a crackle of electricity over your thighs and tummy.

"Fuck! Harry! Oh my god... fuuuuucck... right there, right there, right there..." you're done for and Harry can tell. He doesn't stop feeding on you until he can tell he's worked you through your orgasm. You're a blubbering mess and everything is wet between your legs and on the couch beneath you. Harry really did a number on you.

Harry is standing up and removing his briefs when you open your eyes. He's not done with you yet. You glance over at Jake and he's just sitting quietly now. He knows struggling won't do any good. He has resigned himself to this fate and he knew he didn’t have a choice. He was never going to repay Harry so if this was the payment, then so be it. Probably better than getting his legs broken and beaten unconscious.

Harry kneels over you again and looks down at you. "How was that, baby? That's something I can do for you every day from now on if you want."

You swallow and squirm under him a bit and smile, still feeling a bit fucked out, "Yeah. So good." Your words come out a little shaky but it's all Harry needs from you at the moment.

"It was good, wasn't it? Could tell you were really having a good time there. Ready for me to fuck you now? Make Jake watch as I make you mine?" Harry scoffs and looks over toward Jake and shakes his head at him before looking back down to you and smiling softly. He dips down to kiss you and once again, his lips are superb. No one's ever kissed you like this and it's such a turn on.

“Mmm… smell that? Smell yourself all over me?” He presses his lips back onto yours and then gives you space to answer.

You nod at him, “Yeah.” You chuckle a little. You’re not sure why. You’re not embarrassed of your scent, but Harry is making you a little light headed.

“S’gonna be my new cologne. Gonna smear my face all over your pussy every morning when we wake up and then everyone’s gonna smell it on me and know who’s treating you right. Only me.”

His words have you keening. He’s so nasty and you love it.

Harry leans back to get a good look at you and you lean up to get a better look at him. His cock is big. He's definitely bigger than Jake. He's hung just like you knew he'd be. His thighs are strong and solid and he's so fucking hot. You know he's going to feel incredible once he gets inside of you.

"Can I fuck you raw? Your sweet little cunt is begging for my cum to be poured inside of her. I want Jake to watch it when I'm done and dripping out of you. I want him to see how I've made you mine."

You are nodding your head so fast. It all sounds so good to you. You don't even care about the consequences. You're on birth control anyway and you really want to feel him inside of you bare.

Harry narrows his gaze onto your center and closes his eyes. He's shocked that you're going along with this, it's like a dream come true for him. He's wanted you like this for so long now and he's finally getting to have you, and right in front of your pussy ass boyfriend is just the cherry on top. Of course, after this Jake's not going to be your boyfriend any more. You're going to belong to Harry.

Harry smooths a hand up over your soft thigh and bites his lip as he strokes his cock. "We're going to start off like this, okay? I'm gonna dip into you for a bit and then I'm going to switch up the position, but right now I'm desperate to be inside of you and feel you.”

Harry leans down over you and slides his cock over your slit, getting himself nice and wet with your arousal. Each glide of the tip of his cock over your clit draws a moan out of you and Harry smirks at the effect. When he finally lines up his thick tip with your little wet hole he slowly pushes himself into you. It's everything he ever imagined it to be. You're tight and warm around him. He draws himself nearly all the way out and pushes back into you excruciatingly slow and he does that for a good few minutes and you can really feel him. The way he fills you so perfectly has your mouth hung open and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so deep and so big that the only thoughts you have are of Harry now.

Harry groans in ecstasy at the feeling of his bare cock gliding through your wet walls. He's pushing in as deep as he can get at this angle but he knows the next position is going to have you screaming.

Harry pulls himself out of you and then pulls you to sitting. The couch in Harry's office is a deep couch so there's a bit of space but of course, sex on a couch is a bit difficult and Harry wants to get you in a position where Jake can see Harry entering your pussy.

"Ass in the air, pointed this way, I want Jake to see this. Yes, just like that, baby. Beautiful. She's really beautiful, isn't she Jake? She feels so good too. So fucking tight and wet. I've got her completely soaking my cock. Not sure why you stepped out on this." Harry says as he rubs his palms over your ass.

You put your head down toward the cushion of the couch with your bum up. Harry climbs over you and spreads his legs so he's bent over you from behind, sort of like doggy style, but he's standing over you. Harry holds onto your hips and he enters you at this angle, where he's fucking down into you and Jake can see everything. You turn your neck a bit so you can make out Harry over you and you can see Jake's lap. Harry is hitting deep into your cunt this way and it's amazing the stamina he's got because this seems to be like a lot of work.

Harry's deep and hard thrusts are punching grunts out of you at each hit. It's so good and everything feels so fucking amazing. The sound of Harry's hips meeting yours, his balls thudding into you at each smack, the wet noise of your cunt sucking him in. You notice too that with this view of Jake's lap that he's got a boner. You can tell he's a little turned on by this. Interesting...

"How's this, baby? Is my cock making you feel good? Because your little pussy is making me lose my fucking mind." Harry is pounding away into you and you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs.

You can't make out many words because you're scrunched up to the couch and the cadence at which Harry is plunging into you is quite intense but you try your best.

"Yes. Fuuuu... Ugghhh... Feels so fucccckking goooood!" It took a lot of work to get those words out in between gasps of air. You take a hand and start rubbing at your clit but it's difficult, though you make it work. Harry's relentless pace is rocking you into the couch and you feel the gentle spring of another orgasm approaching you as you rub over your slippery clit.

Harry's moans are non stop. He's loving this angle and he could go all night like this. He's in incredible shape and he's very strong so he has no problem fucking you like this. Plus the view of your ass has him going berserk. You're so fucking pretty and you're really taking him so well.

“Fuck, baby… who does this pussy belong to? Hmm? Tell me.” A particularly sharp push into you has you yelping out. He’s so deep it aches but it makes the pleasure even more intense.

“Harry! Ahhhh! You! Fuuuck! It belongs… ahhuuuuhh… Shit. You, Harry! It’s yours, god!” He was relentless and your words were punctuated by each thrust. Spitting out a sentence was nearly impossible.

Harry groans into your ear as he leans over your back and continues rocking into you, “Baby, don’t tease me. Do you mean it? You’re pussy belongs to me?” With his slower pace now that he’s leaning over you, you’re finally able to form a sentence in answer.

“Yes, Harry. This pussy is yours. Fuck your cock makes me feel so good. Is your cock mine too?” You do your best to speak clearly and with your head turned you can see Harry’s profile while he’s fucking you.

Harry chokes out a moan before responding, “This cock is already yours, honey. Has been since the first day I laid eyes on you. Gonna treat so good. Mmm… fuck.”

You begin to unravel at his words. This was it. You and Harry were together now, there was no turning back after this. You were his. It made you dizzy how happy you were. You pushed yourself up, despite Harry’s grip on you and you turned your body slightly so you could pull Harry to your lips. As Harry continued fucking into you his lips smothered over yours and that’s all it took for your orgasm to burst through you.

You yelped and moaned loudly as Harry tried keeping his mouth over yours but it was no use. You were peeking in your second orgasm of the night and coming on Harry’s cock while his lips were on you was the most sensual thing you’d ever felt. His cock was magic and your walls pulsed around him as he continued to pump his hard prick deep into your tummy.

Harry wanted to come so bad but he had a pretty good hold of his urges and he wanted Jake to watch while he brought you to another orgasm.

Harry slowly pulled out of you and spread your cheeks to take a close look. You were fucking hot and he was on cloud 9. You turned to look at Harry and he saw your flushed cheeks and messy hair and felt like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Harry plopped down onto the couch with his back against the back cushion, facing toward Jake. Harry dragged you over to him and sat you in his lap to straddle him.

“Can I get one more from you? Hmm? Have you just sit on me and grind over me while I’m deep inside you til you’re coming again.” He squeezed at your ass and you scooted in closer to him so your centers were pressed together.

You hold onto his shoulders and nod at him with a smile. You feel so relaxed now but you know you can come again for him. With a cock like his, and a dirty mouth like that it’s hard not to. You drop your gaze over Harry’s torso and he’s just so agonizingly sexy. From his tattoos, to the way his pectoral muscles are well shaped and defined, his hard nipples, and to the trail of sparse hairs that lead downward to his pelvis and scatter around his thick shaft.

He brings a hand up to the back of your neck and runs his fingers through the hairs on the nape of your neck and pulls your mouth to his. He still tastes and smells of you and his mouth is soft and wet on your lips. Harry moans into your mouth as you adjust yourself to bring his dick back into you. Keeping your lips on his you knee up a bit and position him at your entrance before slowly sinking down over him.

Harry throws his head back with mouth hung open and sucks in a sharp breath.

“God you feel so good like this. Want you like this all the time.” He lowers his hands back to your ass and helps you along as you rock your hips over him, seated fully into lap, and Harry bucks into you with his feet planted flat on the floor.

Your clit rubs against his pubic bone perfectly in this position, constant friction right where you need it. You moan Harry’s name and grasp harder onto his shoulders when he begins fucking up into you with more vigor. The pace is rough but it’s exactly what you need to start sliding into that fuzzy, tingly space where your orgasm begins its ascent.

“Oh my god Harry! Fuck! Oooohhhh…” your nails are digging into Harry’s flesh and it’s getting him off. He loves how it feels and looks forward to seeing the marks afterwards. Harry groans at the sight of you. As he’s bucking up into you it causes your tits to bounce. You’re beautiful and you’re his now.

“Are you my girl now? Hmm? All mine?” Harry asks with his eyes on yours.

You squeeze around him and just as you start to come you answer him, “Yes! I’m fucking yours, Harry! Fuck!” You unravel on his cock as your vision blurs, your ears begin to ring and you melt into a puddle.

Your orgasm triggers Harry’s and he releases everything he has into you. Gritting his teeth he groans and holds you down over him, pumping his hot come deep inside of you.

Jake’s view is of your ass with Harry’s balls tucked right under your pussy and his legs spread wide. It’s a lot like watching a porn except it’s his girlfriend being fucked by his boss and it pisses him off but at the same time, he’s quite aroused. The sounds you were making, how wet he could see you got, the couch hitting against the wall when Harry thrusted into you especially hard, it was all very erotic. Jake had a feeling that you’d eventually choose Harry.

When you and Harry have calmed down a little he begins to kiss you again. He’s still seated firmly inside of you, still hard as far as you can tell, and he holds onto the back of your neck, holding you close.

Soon, though, Harry’s come begins to drip out of you just a bit and Harry helps to lift you up. He angles you on his lap so your cunt is facing him and he can watch as his come drips out of your hole.

Harry grins and looks over your shoulder at Jake, “Should see this mate. Her sweet pussy is just dripping with my come. Was gonna make you watch my come dripping out of her but I think I want to keep this view to myself. Fuck. It’s beautiful.”

You roll your eyes at Harry’s comment and he smacks your outer thigh lightly with a cocky grin on his face, “Don’t roll your eyes at me. You like this shit, baby.”

After a bit of shuffling around and Harry suddenly realizing he doesn’t want Jake to look at your naked body, he’s standing in front of you to shield you as you quickly put your clothes back on at his urging.

Once the two of you are dressed and straightened out Harry takes the tape off Jake’s mouth and speaks to him.

“So, you’re debt free now. You’re lucky too, man. Wanted to hurt you. But I think this scenario works out best for everyone. You get to walk out of here on legs that work, I’m leaving with your girl, well, she’s not your girl anymore, and she’s gonna be treated like a queen from now on.”

Harry grasps your hand into his and pulls you with him as he makes for the door.

“Wait up! I’m still tied to this fucking chair! Are you gonna help?” Jake’s frantic voice stops Harry in his tracks.

“Ah, shit. I forgot man. I’ll tell Reggie to get you untied. Enjoy the rest of your evening because me and my new girlfriend sure will be.”

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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago

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I SAW THAT YOU ALREADY DID THE AFTERCARE I'M SO SORRY LMAO

so maybe a jealous neymar that ends with fluff? maybe like a party, and then when they come home they have a little argument that ends with cuddles

hiii don’t worry! thank you for requesting ❤️

i really hope you like this ✨

Love letters

It was your best friend bday party tonight and of course she invited you.

Your boyfriend Neymar was coming too of course he would never miss a party even though he wasn’t invited. Your best friend wasn’t a fan of him, she didn’t like his playboy attitude and she was aware of all the girls he “dated” before meeting you. But she also knew how much he made you happy so she let it slide.

Still he wasn’t invited but he decided to come anyway.

It was 9pm and you were both leaving your home going to the club. You were the opposite of Neymar when it came to parties. You hated loud music and people drunkly dancing around each other. Your birthdays always consisted of watching movies with friends and eating a lot of junk food. So you weren’t happy about going to a club but you did anyway because it was your best friend you were talking about.

You weren’t wearing anything “club appropriated”, in fact if it wasn’t because you were with Neymar they wouldn’t even let you in. You had a pair of black jeans and a cute white jumper because honestly, it was cold outside. Everything matched perfectly with your black and white Jimmy Choos. Your make up was simple and well made but not to much excessive. Just a red lipstick to bright up your face, with some mascara and eyeliner, and of course concealer.

You knew your best friend had expensive tastes so Neymar got her a new Louis Vuitton for her birthday. This gift to justify his presence.

You got her a cute friendship bracelet, the one from Cartier tho. Yes she made you spend a lot of money but she was your only real friend so you would do it anyway.

The party has already started when you got in. You hugged your best friend and gave her gift when Neymar went to grab a few drinks.

You needed to drink, it would have been a long night.

Only one hour into the party and you were already bored and tired of the loud music. Neymar, otherwise, was dancing with a lot of strangers in the middle of the dance floor and you couldn’t help but laugh at his half drunken state.

“Y/n?” a foreign voice called your name.

When you turn around to see who called you, you see someone who looked familiar but couldn’t connect the dots.

Then everything came back.

“Tommy?” you called.

Tommy was your middle school best friend and secret crush. He was the nerdy boy who always helped you with exams and homework and he would always spend the after school watching cartoons with you.

You haven’t seen him since you were 16.

“Heyyy it’s me” he said sitting next to me.

I couldn’t believe it was actually him!

“It’s been so long” he said “what are you up to now? I know you’re dating a certain famous football player” he said pointing at Neymar.

You laughed a bit.

“Well, ehm yes, we’ve been dating for ove two years now…things are going well. What about you?”

“I’m actually a lawyer now!” he said proudly.

I knew it he would have make it far.

We talked for what I think it were hours since everyone started leaving the party so I decided to look for Neymar and go home.

Before I went I stood up and hugged Tommy. His hands lowering a little bit but you didn’t think about it much. Maybe he just missed you.

Before leaving he left you his number with the excuse “in case you need a lawyer”.

He was actually flirting with you but truth was that you were a very naïve person, you couldn’t make a difference from when a person was flirting with you and from when a person was just being nice. In most cases people were just trying to get into your pants but you couldn’t know if it wasn’t for Neymar scaring everyone away.

“Babe?” you called him when you found him sat on a couch “are you ready to go home?” you asked him.

He simply stood up without saying a word.

He left the club and you were following behind him.

You got into the car and asked him if he was okay but he wouldn’t answer.

When you got home you went straight into the bathroom and changed yourself into a pair of gray short pants and a long hoodie. They were both Neymar’s of course. When you got out you found him sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand.

“Babe?” you called “aren’t you coming to bed?” you asked him

“Me? Why don’t you ask your friend?”

“Ah?” you asked completely confused

“You know who I’m talking about”

“Tommy?”

“So that’s his name?”

“I don’t understand - why are you acting so strange?”

“I don’t know maybe because my girlfriend flirted the whole night with a stranger and she let him touch her ass?” he asked ironically

I was very confused.

“What you mean?”

“Oh don’t play stupid! You flirted with a man the whole night! I’ve seen him touching your ass and giving you his number!”

“That’s not how it went…” you tried to resonate

“Oh so what happened?” he asked getting mad

“He’s a friend, I know him…we were at school together and I haven’t seen him for 10 years”

“So because he’s a friend you let him touching your ass? I didn’t know you were so generous” he said back.

This hurt.

I was fully crying now but he wouldn’t let go.

“Stop playing so innocent when you’re out there acting like a whore” he said instantly regretting it. But it was too late.

He saw the expression change in your face, from hurt and mad to completely heartbroken and disappointed.

He tried to take a few steps towards you but stopped when he saw you were leaving.

“I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom” you said leaving and closing the door of your guest bedroom.

That night you both didn’t sleep.

You spent the whole night crying and you could swear he could hear you sobbing.

He spent the night awake regretting everything he said. He wish he could turn back time.

Then morning came and you didn’t dare leaving your room. When you stood up to open the window you saw a small piece of paper under the door.

You picked it up and it was a message from Neymar.

I’m sorry I messed up.

I over reacted for nothing.

I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve you.

You’re the greatest thing that came into my life and I managed to fuck everything up.

I’m sorry. I really am.

- Neymar

You were in tears after reading that letter. Yes he was an idiot but he was your idiot. So you decided to go out and you saw him standing in the corridor with his back pressed to the gym room.

“Hey…” he said softly coming towards you “I’m so stupid I fucked everything up but I got so jealous seeing him touching you and making you laugh that I thought you liked him or something…” he confessed

“You’re the only one for me Ney…”

“You’re the only one for me babe, and I’m so sorry for acting like a dick, would you please forgive me?” he said with tears in his eyes. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable it made your heart crack a little.

“Of course baby” you said hugging him and him wrapping his hands around your body.

He took your chin up and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, more like “i’m sorry kiss”. You still enjoyed it.

“Let me make it up to you” he said picking you up and bringing you into your shared bedroom.

He laid you gently on the bed and started kissing and undressing you.

If this is how he acted after a fight you should probably fight more often, you thought smiling.

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