#fuck you all and fuck me as well. check your bathroom. merry christmas.

[technicolorxsn]

sorry. in a Rainer mood

[thatenbypan]

"Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now."

[jungle-angel]

The Cowboy's Christmas Gift (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett gets an unexpected surprise when he comes in one day

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), kinky bedroom shenanigans, a whole lotta kinks etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia

"You're sure we've got everything we need?" Rhett asked his father as they drove back home through the snow that had begun to fall.

"Rhett I checked, double checked and checked again after that," Royal told him. "Trust me, we've got everything."

"Everything?"

Royal was trying to hide the cheeky grin as he pulled a little something out of the brown paper bag between the seats, a bottle of Grand Marnier to make mimosas. Rhett went bug-eyed, his jaw dropping upon realizing what it was.

"No fuckin way!" he laughed.

"Yep," Royal told him. "Your mother and I will most likely be plastered Christmas Day so we're gonna need that 'do not disturb' sign ya'll made for when you and (y/n) stayed at the hotel after ya'll got married."

"UUUUGH!!!" Rhett groaned, completely disgusted at the image Royal had put into his head.

"Will ya'll relax?" he said. "Wouldn't be the first time we caught each other after the bedroom shenanigans."

Rhett made a gagging noise as they pulled into the driveway and followed Royal into the house. Royal and Cecelia had decided to take Amy, Hannah and the boys out to do some last minute Christmas shopping, leaving Rhett to his own devices and wouldn't be back till dark.

He flopped onto your shared bed and tried to put that image out of his mind but it didn't do any good at all. Only when he felt a set of hands rubbing across his shoulders did he forget it, albeit for a few seconds.

"Darlin?" he asked. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothing," you purred, kissing his cheek.

"You sure?" he chuckled.

"Got a little surprise for you," you told him.

"Good because I really need to forget what just happened on the ride back."

You scrunched your eyebrows together, unsure of what he meant. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah until Dad put a nasty image in my head of him and Ma."

"UUUGH!" you groaned.

Rhett chuckled a little.

"Oh yeah," you concluded. "You definitely need it then. Wait here and I'll be right back."

He didn't have to wait too long, but the moment you emerged from the bathroom wearing a devilishly red lace slip, he somehow managed to forget most of what happened in the last half hour.

"Merry Christmas Cowboy," you purred, twirling your hair a little.

"Holy fuck," Rhett hissed.

"Oooh, didn't your mama ever tell you that swearing will get you on Santa's naughty list?" you teased.

You yelped a little when you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you in. "Don't tease me darlin," he chuckled. "Cuz I made that list a looooong time ago."

You threw your head back and laughed, even as he kissed your stomach and trailed along your thighs, his lips warm against your chilly skin. You let out a bit of a moan when his head roamed up the skirt of your slip, leaving wet, sloppy little kisses along your folds.

"Aw shit, what are you up to now?" you laughed when you felt his teeth tugging on your panties.

You felt an embarrassing heat rising into your cheeks when he pulled your matching underwear down to your ankles, leaving plenty of room for you to step out of them. Rhett released them from his teeth and into his hand, balling them up and throwing them into the laundry basket near the adjoining bathroom door.

"Alright Missy," he teased. "This reindeer needs a good ridin."

He fervently kissed you as your deft hands slipped up the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one go, the two of you never once breaking the kiss. Rhett helped you with his belt and then his jeans until his shorts were the last thing to come off, his monster hard-on practically flinging itself from the threads.

Rhett fell backwards with you on top of him, guiding your hips onto the throbbing stiffness that awaited your center. "Oh darlin, there we go," he groaned. "Good girl........aw honey ya'll just take me so well don't you?"

A rather unladylike moan fell from your lips as his cock went deeper and deeper in. You and Rhett worked together with each other's rhythms, rubbing against each other and feeling and immense amount of pleasure as the unholy moaning from you both rose and fell in different pitches, echoing throughout the room.

You moaned the loudest when you felt that hot, liquidy bursting between your legs, the both of you falling against each other and your heads clouded by the sensations you had just experienced together.

"Feel better Rhett?" you asked him.

"Oh I feel fuckin perfect darlin," he chuckled.

"Good," you said, kissing his cheek. "Because at any rate I think we'll need to go for round two if everybody's still out of the house and assuming those nasty images are still there."

"Believe me sweetheart," he said. "I'm hell bent on havin'em fucked outta me if you are."

"Challenge accepted, Cowboy," you purred, kissing him again.

[enchantedflameandflower]

A Billy Butcher Christmas

YOU try celebrating Christmas with Butcher...

Co-written with CheshireCat

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Waiting alone in your dark apartment, you wondered what could possibly be keeping Billy so long.  

M.M. had texted you that they were wrapping up the stakeout for that Supe they were trying to tie in with a known gun-runner and explosives smuggler. His contact had gotten spooked and never showed. 

You stopped pacing and sat down on the couch again with a huff and then a long sigh. Billy was probably in some bar drinking away his anger. You only hoped he didn't start a brawl. "I suppose I should check my first-aid supplies," you griped at the empty room as you got up to check the kit you kept in a cupboard in the bathroom. 

On your way back to the living room, you glanced out at the Christmas lights on the houses below your balcony twinkling like multi-colored stars in the dark. "Yeah...Merry Christmas," you said softly, thinking the best gift you could have would be Billy coming home safe and not too badly banged up.

Sighing softly, you went to the kitchen to pour a glass of whiskey. Pulling the bottle down from the top cupboard you tipped a bit of the liquid into your glass and then you poured some more. It was rich and warm on your tongue and burned just the right amount going down. Kind of like Billy. 

Turning all the lights down, you went curl up in your favorite chair and just gaze at the lights. Billy would be here soon, and the alcohol helped to calm your worry.

For a bit, you made yourself relax but when you finally heard the keys jingling in the lock you jumped up from the couch, almost spilling your drink.

Damn...you could hear him grumbling and cursing through the door before it even opened. You knew how any perceived failure that amounted to wasting a night without nailing the perps they were after frustrated and angered him. You just hoped the end result wasn't too bad. Well, at least you knew you had plenty of everything to patch him up, if needed.

Setting your glass on the coffee table, you went to the door just as Billy got it open. “Hey,” you murmured. You couldn’t help but scan him head to toe checking for both injuries and his mood. He had a small cut on his temple, but that seemed the extent of his physical ails, at least. 

You inwardly breathed a sigh of relief but put on a sympathetic face nonetheless.  "M.M. told me tonight was a bust. What happened?“ 

You knew it was good to let him grumble a bit and get it off his chest while he actually processed things. As soon as he shrugged out of his coat you took his large hand and pulled him inside leading him to the couch. 

Good thing you'd thought to bring the bottle of whiskey and an extra tumbler to the coffee table. 

He sat down heavily and looked up at you, dark eyes swirling with emotions but warming and calming a little as he gazed up at you. He poured himself a measure of whiskey and put his strong arm around you when you curled up on the couch beside him, pulling you in against him, tucked into his side. 

Happily, you nestled in against him and waited while he gathered his thoughts.

“The cunt never even showed,” he growled. “Worthless piece of shite. I should have known better than to think he would come through. He were only someone Frenchie knew through someone else and M.M only met the fucker once.” He huffed a sigh and took a long drink of the whiskey before setting it aside. “Fucking waste of a whole night.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, nestling closer to him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “There’ll be another chance. It’s Christmas Eve, maybe something just threw his plans off.”

Billy turned to look at you. “It’s what?”

"It's...it's Christmas Eve," you said again softly then cleared your throat. You'd told yourself you would not be disappointed if he didn't remember, but you'd still kind of hoped maybe he felt a little of the magic in the air and would want to share that just with you. 

You looked over at the little tree you'd bought and his present you'd wrapped last night and tucked under the branches. You knew he didn't have the fondest childhood memories of Christmas and had hoped to maybe make it special for him this year. 

You swallowed down your own disappointment. "I just meant he might have family or a girlfriend or something and had a last minute change of plans. We’ll get another chance.”

Billy looked out the window as if he was seeing the Christmas lights for the first time and the expression on his face lightened just a little…

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Let us know if you want more! 🎄❤️

Part 2

[fiendishartist2]

fuck you all, and fuck me as well. merry christmas. check your bathroom now.

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄 Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 784

Summary: Vergil offers to go Christmas shopping with you, and so you decide to reward him in the dressing room.

Warnings: semi-public sex, fem!reader, smut, alluding to anxiety

This was your second Christmas with Vergil. Last year he had vague memories of the holiday from his mother, but this year he pretty much knew the drill. Which meant he was aware that you were going to spend the next month obsessed with all things red, green, and shiny. Last year, Christmas shopping was out of the question. He wouldn’t even consider going out into the hustle and bustle of the stores. You didn’t even bother asking him to join you this time around. 

You’re getting ready to go out for the day. You give Vergil a quick kiss on the cheek and tell him you’ll be Christmas shopping. Then, you disappear into the bathroom to put on your makeup. When you reappear all primed and ready, Vergil stands at the ready by the door. He’s wearing a dark blue sweater and a black coat. You smile sweetly and take his hand. 

“Are you coming with me?” you ask. 

His cheeks are dusted in pink and one of his dimples appears when he gives you a shy smile, “Yes, I would like to. If you’d permit me.” 

You nod happily and kiss him, “I’d love that!” 

Seeing your face light up makes him feel confident he’s making the right choice. 

The first couple of hours go by well. Vergil’s height definitely proves useful in navigating the crowds going from store to store. However, after lunch he becomes more weary of all the people. There's still a way to go before you can head home, but you know he needs a little motivation. You look around and spot the dressing rooms in the back of the store. You grab his hand and drag him along. 

“Where are we going, dear?” Vergil asks politely, nervously looking around to make sure there are no threats that have caused your sudden excitement. 

“I thought you need a little break from shopping,” you explain cryptically, aware of the crowds of people around. 

Soon, it’s just the two of you in the quiet dressing room. As you lean in to kiss him, standing on your tiptoes, the shopping crowd feels a million miles away. Vergil hands instinctively go to your waist, holding onto you for dear life as he sinks into the warmth of your sweet kiss. 

“Here?” he asks, an eyebrow raised quizzically. 

“Only if you want to,” you assure him as your hands hover over the button of his pants. 

“Oh, I want to,” he growls. He begins leaving a hot trail of wet kisses on your neck. His mouth makes its way lower while he pushes your skirt up higher. 

“We have to be quiet.” 

“Mhm,” he hums against your collarbone. He pushes his hips against yours, and you can feel he’s already hard. That’s one thing you discovered early about Vergil, he is quick to get riled up but painfully adept at hiding it. You wonder how long he’s been waiting for a chance to fuck you today. 

His hand wanders down to your panties and slides underneath the waistband. The wetness coating his fingers brings forth a soft grunt of satisfaction. 

“My, my,” he whispers. “It seems danger excites my little flower.” 

He slides your panties down your legs and slips them into his pocket. By the time he stands up you’re already frantically opening his pants to free his aching cock from its confines. He pushes your hands away. 

“Turn around, facing the wall,” he growls against the shell of your ear leaving no room for you to argue. You turn around and he pushes your legs apart with his knee. You feel the tip of his cock press against your clit before he drags it to your hole. He pushes into you slowly, savoring every inch. His hand covers your mouth when he bottoms out to keep your noises in check. 

The rest is almost a blur. Vergil manages to keep his thrusts quiet while still hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. Your cunt drools on his cock as he works you to the edge of pleasure. With one more deep thrust, he has you coming undone for him. Your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, pulling him along with you. He bites down on your shoulder as he fills your cunt with his sticky load. 

You’re both flushed and panting when he pulls out of you. He gives your panties back and you help each other get situated in your clothes once more. 

“That was just perfect, my love,” he says reverently before kissing your lips. “But…It did not put me in the mood for more shopping. I need to get you home now more than ever.”

[www-ghost-com]

merry fuck you all and fuck me as well christmas!!! make sure to check for your ranier in the bathroom now

[tequitoclown]

I like how the more I learn about Petscop, the more confusing it becomes.

Great series but I don't think I could tell you a thing about it lol.

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[mymisfitsbabe]

Harringroveson Avenue

Merry Christmas! Happy Steddie exchange! @bangarangdarling

 “Ah,” Eddie sighed softly. “There's nothing quite like the first hit of fall flavored coffee.” Eddie smiled brightly at the diner owner, giving him a quick wink and an air kiss.

Billy laughed brightly, not completely immune to the flirtation. “I knew you were a pumpkin spice bitch.”

“I can be your-” Eddie started.

“Shut up and pay your tab Munson, I got other customers waiting for me.” 

“Other customers as roguishly handsome as me?” Eddie asked as he reached out to run his fingertips over the back of Billy’s hand.

“Fuck off,” Billy grinned devilishly, a playful tone in his voice as he pulled away from Eddie, turning to go check on the other people in the dinner. 

“That's no way to talk to your favorite customer is it?!” Eddie called after Billy who just lifted his hand, gave Eddie the finger and took an order from another customer.

Eddie laughed and pulled out his wallet, he took out a twenty and left it on the counter for Billy. The diner owner always made his ‘mornings’ way more interesting. They’d flirt, they bicker, they’d shoot the shit and then they’d go about their days. 

Eat Me Diner had been around since before Eddie moved down to the close knit community in California, and when Eddie bought the shop next door to the diner, the owner was the first person to Welcome Eddie to the neighborhood. Well, Billy and Steve Harrington the shop owner that was on the other side of the diner.  

According to Billy it was Steve’s idea to come and welcome Eddie, but by the way the bookstore owner fled the scene as soon as he possibly could, Eddie had trouble believing that. 

Steve had been nothing but a thorn in Eddie's side, always bitching about this or that, always turning his nose up at Eddie and maybe most infuriating, always stealing his favorite counter spot at Billy’s diner.

Eddie would never say it outloud but Steve Harrington was probably his biggest rival for Billy's attention.  Eddie wasn't opposed to kicking the snot out of the preppy pretty boy, but since he was booked up with appointments till the end of the year, Eddie couldn't afford the jail time. 

“I love you too baby boy.” Eddie called out to Billy, who grinned, wide and toothy at him. 

Eddie put his hand to his ear giving Billy the ‘Call  me’ sign as he started walking backwards toward the back door. Once Billy laughed Eddie turned toward the exit sign at the back of the diner. 

Each business has an apartment overtop, two bedrooms, one bathroom and a living area, the apartments have exits and entrances separate from the shops around back and the shops at the ends of the streets have fire escapes. 

There’s a long hallway in the back of both the first and second floors connecting all the shops and apartments to each other. The hall is only about four feet wide lit by dim fluorescent lights, it was meant as an added protection and Eddie loved the design. It gave the whole building a nice private and almost creepy vibe.

Eddie opened the back door and walked straight into the devil himself. Their chests collided and Eddie put his hands up instinctively to catch the other person and steady himself. 

“Christ, Munson, don't you ever watch where you're going?” Steve hissed as he jerked away from Eddie and wiped at his pale blue button up shirt.

“Nah, takes the fun out of walking if you ask me.” Eddie answered back, arching a brow at the other man and giving a lopsided grin. 

Steve looked good. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his jeans were a dark blue and they fit him sung in all the right places. Steve's hair was pushed back in a messy swoop that screamed overworked teacher in the best kind of way. 

“You know, I have a book on walking for idiots. One on good manners too.” Steve spoke dryly as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Well, shucks Steveie boy, you wouldn't happen to have any of your fancy learning books on how to" Eddie spoke in an overly thick hick accent, then flattened back out to his normal voice. “Not be a fucking prick?” 

Steve glared down his nose at Eddie, not a flicker of amusement showing on his strin beauty marked face. Eddie didn't back down, he’d grown up in a trailer park, no scrawny rich kid would intimidate him.

“You got a problem with me, big boy?” Eddie asked without moving an inch.

Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname and Eddie watched the way his jaw flexed clearly thinking on his words.

“Get out of my way, Munson.” Steve growled down at Eddie in a low rumble.

“Why don't you try to make me,” Eddie challenged, closing the distance between them. “Big boy?” 

“Alright, alright, that's enough.” Billy interrupted, putting a hand on each of their shoulders and pushing them away. “You’re both pretty,”

Steve snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes, turning his head away from Eddie. Eddie’s lips twitched in a half snarl. Billy sighed and turned to face Eddie.

“Get going, no need to catch a charge today.” Billy gave Eddie a wicked look then pushed him toward his shop’s door.

Eddie watched as Billy pushed Steve into the diner. Fitting his boot under the door Eddie kept it cracked open so he could watch them walk to the counter, Billy plopped Steve down where he’d just been sitting, whispering something decidedly dirty in his ear. Steve’s face changed at the words, his eyes brightened, his lips quirking up into a smile.

Frowning Eddie left the diner and walked the six feet to his own business. As he pulled out his keys and opened the shop he felt the icy grip of jealousy at the thought of them together. With a sigh Eddie kicked open the back door to his tattoo shop.

When Eddie had first bought the space next to the diner he thought he’d been blessed by the gods. Not one, not two, but half a dozen extra hot business owners on the same block. Eddie was more than a little self conscious, everyone was so familiar with each other, it was like one big family that Eddie wasn't fully welcome in.

Billy’s diner was the center, people went where the food was, and Billy just had this way about him that drew people in. The man could be a total dick, he was grumpy and bitter at times and if anyone dared mention his father Billy would lose his shit… When Max, his younger sister, would bicker or fight with him Billy would snap at everyone in the diner.

But Max would give him a begrudging hug or one of the customers would pat his shoulder and Billy would relax. Eddie watched the diner owner work his way through the anger, watch him breathe or close his eyes and ground himself. It confused and stumped Eddie how everyone let Billy treat them like shit. But when Eddie walked in on Billy having a panic attack in the stairwell one day things started making sense. 

Eddie had seen more than his fair share of traumatized people dealing with triggers and PTSD. Eddie sat with Billy through the panic attack. Eddie didn't let Billy's vicious words deter him from helping Billy through his pain, he just smiled and spoke softly till Billy's breathing leveled out.  Afterward Billy welcomed Eddie into the tight knit group and the other accepted him too, well most of them.

Hargrove’s diner 'Eat me' was in the middle of the block, Eddie’s shop was on the left ‘Hellfire Tattoos'’, Steve’s book store on the right of the diner ‘Harrington's Trove’. Beside the book store was a photographer's office. It was small and the apartment up above it was more like a studio, but the owner Jonathan never used it for anything but storage and never complained.   

Across the street were the girls' businesses. Heather’s gym was in the middle, to the left was Chrissy’s Beauty Boutique and on the right was Robin’s music shop and beside her was a newspaper office owned by Nancy. None of the girls stayed in the apartments above their businesses, they all had real houses like the adults they were, unlike Billy and Eddie who were more like trash goblins. 

The girls called the block ‘Harringroveson Avenue’. Eddie and Steve were less than thrilled with the name, but Billy's lips always curved up into the faintest of smiles when he heard them say it so Eddie never gave them any grief about it. 

Steve however always had a snide remark to hurtle at whoever said it. Eddie didn't know what it was about him that personally offended Steve Harrington, but anytime Eddie was around Steve’s face would drop and his attitude would sour. It was honestly too bad since Steve was one of the hottest men Eddie had ever seen. 

“Eddie! Open up!” 

The sound of pounding on the door snapped Eddie out of his thoughts, he sighed and headed over to the front door to let in the other artists. 

“You gotta give us keys, man. We’ve been knocking for five minutes straight.” Jeff said, rubbing his knuckles.

“Seriously,” Gareth agreed.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll get around to it.” Eddie grumbled as he stalked back to his sectioned off area.

“You’ve been saying that for a year. Just give the apprentice the key and let him make us copies.” Frank Ian Grant, the last member of their band said with an exasperated sigh. 

“Dustin is here to learn how to tattoo, not run errands.” Eddie sighed.

“As if we weren't running errands for the first nine months of our apprenticeships.” Jeff snorted out with a laugh. “I didn't even get to prep the stations till I'd been there for three months.”

“That's true.” Eddie said with a shrug. “Fine, fine, but I don't want anyone crashing on the couch. Can't have that thing smelling like ass when our clients come in.” 

They laughed.

“Just make us a spare for your apartment too and you won't have to worry about it” Frank Ian Grant snickered.

“I'll make you a key, but I've fucked my guy all over that apartment and I sleep naked, so I don't think you-”

“Enough said!” 

“Dude!”

“Never fucking mind!” 

They answered in unison, laughing so hard tears pricked their eyes. 

*****

Eddie sighed and leaned his head against the door to his apartment, it had been a long night. He’d only had two clients, but man were they a challenge. The first wanted his tattoo on his skull and ended up passing out. Eddie called the paramedics and they carted the man off to get checked out at the emergency room. The second client wanted a spine tattoo, which caused Eddie to hunch over most of the night, unable to find a comfortable position. 

The lock clicked and Eddie frowned, he looked down at the keys in his palm then back at his door wondering if his door had unlocked itself. The confusion passed quickly as the door to Billy’s apartment opened, Eddie perked up, his eyes flickered down to his watch and read 2:30am.

“What are you doing up so-” The rest of Eddie’s sentence died on his lips as Steve stepped out of Billy’s apartment.

Steve startled, he gasped, eyes going wide as he turned to face Eddie. Reconitation settled in twisting Steve’s face from soft surprise to harsh annoyance.

“Don't you have anything better to do besides be a creep, Munson?” Steve scoffed, looking at Eddie in disgust.

“Oh goodie, a wild asshole appeared, just what my night needed.” Eddie dead panned. 

“You were waiting outside Billy’s door and I'm the asshole? That's real rich.” 

“You do know I live here,” Eddie put his finger to his door. “Right?”

“I’m aware.” Steve answered dryly. 

Eddie looked at Steve with squinted eyes waiting for the other man to realize how ridiculous he sounded. As the silence drew out Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, if Steve wanted to be stubborn that was his God's given right, Eddie however had no intention to waste another second on the asshole.

“Right, well I’d invite you in but I’m all out of tea and crumpets, so,” Eddie put his key into his lock and opened the door.

“That's for British people.” Steve laughed.

Startled Eddie thought it sounded like a genuine laugh, not dripped in sarcasm or condescension, but a bright beaming light that caused Steve to glow. 

Hesitating Eddie looked over his shoulder at Steve who suddenly looked too happy, like a kid in a candy shop. Eddie couldn't help but be pulled into the sound, like a moth to a flame, he was consumed by the break in Steve's facade.

The moment passed once Steve noticed Eddie staring and again his face slipped into annoyance. Eddie blew out a huff of air, a little bitter at the fact that Steve felt he needed to wear a mask around him.

“Well then, whatever rich people have to serve guests, I'm fresh out!” Eddie said as he shoved into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. 

Eddie was tired, too tired to deal with Steve’s bullshit, too tired to do anything but shower and throw himself onto his bed. 

*

“Come on, don't be a buzzkill.” Robin sighed heavily as she picked at her plate of food.

“It’ll be fun, I swear!” Heather said, putting her hand over her heart. 

Steve chuckled softly, he looked over at Billy who was standing behind the counter looking at the two girls like they'd just offered him dirt. 

“No, no, no, I don't do this weird,” Billy gestured to the door in a dismissive manner. “Small town Christmas bullshit. I’m not in a hallmark movie for Christ’s sake.”

“Billy, it's fun! You get to make a booth, or man a game station! You get to get into the festival for free and you get like 100 free tickets to ride the rides and buy food. It's amazing!” Heather jutted her bottom lip out and gave Billy puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s October! I haven't even set up Max’s stupid house of horrors yet. I’m not thinking about Christmas! I’m not even thinking of Thanksgiving yet, I am thinking of all the things I gotta do for Max, and Steve, and Eddie, and El. My brain can not handle one more fucking task or I will lose it, Heather, I will lose my goddamn mind and I will take you with me.” Billy ranted.

Steve put his hand on Billy’s shoulder, reaching over the counter to do so and rubbed little soothing circles into him. 

“Has anyone told you recently that you should see a fucking therapist?” Heather asked with a smirk.

“I have a therapist.” Billy dead panned then moved away from the conversation to go wait on other tables.

They all laughed. 

“So, how about you Steve. Did you sign up yet?” Robin asked.

“We signed up together…” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

“I forget we do things sometimes.” Robin answered, shaking her head.

“Maybe you should lay off the special brownies, keep some of those brain cells alive.” Steve replied. 

“Whatever grandpa,” Heather snorted.

“What did you sign up for?” Nancy asked as she sat down next to Robin and started stealing fries, Robin smiled brightly at her. 

“Where the hell did you come from, Wheeler?” Heather asked, looking over Robin’s shoulder.

“Here, cob salad with ranch, a burger with avocados, and chili cheese fries. No drinks.” Billy said as he handed her a to-go bag. 

“Thanks Hargrove, you’re a peach.” Nancy handed him some cash then gave Heather the finger. 

“Eat me.” Heather shot back. 

“Oh, oh! I volunteer!” Answered a voice that grated on Steve’s nerves. 

“Great,” Steve muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his seat.

Billy shot him a look and Steve sighed, content to just ignore Munson. Heather laughed bright and high, she turned to wrap her arms around Eddie then kissed his cheek.

“Baby the way you eat, just name the time and place.” Heather said with a wink and a flick of her tongue across her lips.

Robin and Steve made eye contact and she faked a gag, Steve smiled at that. He was glad that at least Robin disliked Eddie too, the others took to him like flies to shit and it drove Steve mad. 

Steve and Robin's faces did all the talking as Eddie flirted with anyone within a five foot radius. They mocked him relentlessly in their own special way and snickered to themselves as the rest of the group focused on Eddie. 

Billy shot the pair of them a glare before again handing over a to-go bag, Eddie took the bag, then Billy’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back before winking at Hargrove. Billy grinned a wide toothy smile, and Steve rolled his eyes so hard he thought they’d get lost in the back of his skull. 

“I’ll see you later tonight?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t be late this time, asshole.” Hargrove replied. 

Steve’s shoulders slumped, his face pulling down into a frown as he popped another fry into his mouth and sighed. It wasn't like Steve hadn't known they were seeing each other. Billy had talked to him about it before agreeing to go on the first date, but it still stung knowing Billy was going out with another guy. 

Steve shouldn't be upset, shouldn't feel like his heart was being stomped on, but he did. Billy had never dated another man before, it was only ever Steve and Heather, maybe a few other girls… Which was somehow better… It meant Steve was special.

Beside that Steve didn't know what Billy saw in Eddie, the man was covered head to toe in tattoos, leaving only small patches of untouched skin. Eddie's finger tips, most of his face and his palms were the only visible untouched skin on Eddie's body, or what Steve had seen of it. But the lack of face tattoos was compensated by piercings, septum, tongue, right eyebrow and ears, cartilage and lobe had at least two each. 

Eddie's finger tips grazed against Steve’s back as he passed behind him which made the frown on Steve’s face deepen. Turning, Steve watched Eddie leave the dinner, the man had such an elegant almost mesmerizing gait even Steve could admit to the allure, but too bad Eddie was such a cocky prick. 

“So… What’d you sign up for?” Heather asked with a soft look of sympathy on her face. 

“Oh, um, I'm doing a mystery booth. They’ll pick a partner for me then we’ll collaborate and make a booth together.” Steve answered glumly.

“Oh! That sounds so fun!” Heather said pointedly toward Billy. Who just rolled his eyes and walked off

“I wonder who you’ll get.” Robin said as she fed Heather a fry.

“As long as its not Jason again I'll be fine. If I have to hear one more fucking thing about his parent's church I'll drop dead.” Steve groaned.

Heather choked on a fry as she laughed. “Oh God's, literlly ANYONE else would be an upgrade.” Heather sputtered.

Steve nodded his head as he dipped his fry into ketchup and popped it into his mouth.

****

“I'm so excited!” Heather squealed and squeezed Steve’s shoulders. “I wonder who we got!”

Heather wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, planting a kiss onto his cheek. “Thank you for signing up with us!”

The whole group had all come with Steve, Heather and Robin to check out the festival posting. The Halloween festival had been the night before and it had been a big hit. Max and Dustin’s house of horrors won the black metal coming in second place to El and Will’s monster mansion which took home the blood metal.

Max and Dustin weren't even mad, they had no qualms with losing to the other team since El and Will had scared even them with the amount of blood and gore the house used. They created a house with so many dead ends, it felt like there was no way out.  Eddie had helped the duo while Billy helped Max and Dustin, Steve got Lucas and Mike who didn't end up placing because they’d all been too distracted and ended up putting the haunted house together all at the last minute. 

The haunted houses were in the process of getting taken down and the group of shop owners took a break to check out the list. Nancy, Jonathan, Chrissy and Billy had insisted on coming with them to see what random person Steve had been paired with. 

“Steve, Steve!” Dustin huffed out as he stopped in front of Steve, arms out wide to hide the board behind him.

Heather let Steve go and scoffed at Dustin, she shook her head and walked around them. “Your kids are so weird, Harrington.” She remarked.

Steve frowned, “What the hell man?” 

“You- You can't,” Dustin huffed , hunching over to take a gasping breath. “You can't read that,”

Robin bumped her shoulder into Steve's and arched a brow at Dustin. “I think your kid is defective.” 

“Shut up.” Steve said brushing Robin's remark off . “Whats wrong with the list?”

“You can't-” Dustin shook his head and gasped. “You can't read it till you-” He took another breath and Steve started feeling impatient. “Till you promise not to-” 

This time when Dustin stopped to take a breath Steve pushed him out of the way and looked for his name. 

“No! No! You have to promise first!” Dustin yelled as he jumped onto Steve’s back and covered his eyes.

“Dustin what the hell!” Steve hissed as he staggered back trying to catch his balance. 

“Promise!!!” 

“Promise what?!” Steve yelled as he struggled to free himself from the boy.

“Oh shit.” Robin said from somewhere in front of him.

“What? What is it?” Steve asked, still fighting to free himself.

“Promise not to freak out! And swear you won't do anything stupid!” Dustin wheezed, struggling to keep his grip on Steve’s face.

“Oh” Billy muttered.

“What? Why would I fre-” Steve started then stopped, he shoved Dustin’s hands down off of his eyes then dragged the kid to the board. “No, no, no.” 

Everyone was staring at him with concern and that only made his stomach clench even tighter. This couldn't be happening. No, anyone but… Steve’s eyes latched onto his name, right next to Eddie Munson.

“At least it's not Jason..” Heather tried in a soothing tone. 

“Son of a b-”

*

“So….” Eddie chewed on his cheek as he looked across the table at Steve who looked a little too dressed up for a meeting with just the two of them.

Eddie had come dressed in a pair of black ripped up jeans, an old ratty band tee, simple black docs and a jacket that had the logo for his shop on the back. Steve on the other hand was dressed in pressed black slacks, a soft white sweater with a vest over top, his shoes were dress shoes and Eddie couldn't help but frown at them. 

They were sitting in Harrington’s book shop at one of the many round tables, blank papers scattered between them, bottles of cold water sweating beside them. They were paired together for the Christmas festival and assigned to make a booth that was entertaining, but not a game.  Eddie had suggested tarot card reading, a caricature drawing, and a kissing booth, but Steve refused them all.

“Whats your great plan then, big boy? Story telling?” Eddie muttered as he propped his head up on his fist, his elbow perched on the table for support.

“Maybe, it’s better than some stupid doddle or a card game.” Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

“We’d get more tickets at a kissing booth. You're pretty enough and with my good looks we make a killing.”

“Pft, you get two tickets. One from Heather and one from,” Steve cut himself off not wanting to finish that sentence. 

“From Billy.” Eddie finished for him.

“Fuck you.” Steve hissed.

“I’d love to big boy, but it’ll cost you two tickets since you’re such a-” Eddie started but was cut off by Steve standing up so fast his chair fell over.

"Shut your fucking mouth Munson! I wouldn't fuck you if you begged me. You're just a piece of shit low life that thinks he's so cool cause he was in a big hit band and has tattoos. So fucking what? You lack substance and one day everyone is going to see how fucking fake you really are."

Eddie got to his feet nice and slow, he pushed in his chair and closed the distance between himself and Steve. 

"I play the guitar, I sing, I tattoo for a living and my band has a platinum album. I teach my skills to people that wanna learn and I have fun with people that wanna have fun with me." Eddie answered in a lilting tone. 

Eddie shrugged, his lips curling into a soft smile. "The lack of substance you see is only there because you choose not to see it. I write all my own music and lyrics. I'm not JUST some piece of trailer trash, I'm also prettier and more talented than you could ever hope to be."

The words must have hit a little too hard cause Steve swung as soon as Eddie finished talking. Steve's fist connected with Eddie's jaw, the knuckle of Steve's middle finger split Eddie's bottom lip and he could feel warm blood dripping down his chin. Adrenaline kicked through Eddie but he didn't have time to process what had happened because Steve was swinging again.

Eddie ducked down under the hit and threw a punch of his own straight into Steve's ribs. Steve stumbled back, holding his ribs and angling his body away from Eddie, who grabbed Steve's shoulder and twisted him around so they were face to face again. Steve looked surprised but Eddie was angry so he swung again, hitting Steve in the mouth, then again and again. 

Blood gushed out out Steve's mouth from where Eddie had hit him, but he didn't put his hands up. Instead Steve grabbed the back of Eddie's neck, lurched forward and spat a mouth full of blood into Eddie's face and eyes. Reeling away Eddie brought the sleeve of his jacket up to his eyes to try and clear the blood from them.

"You think you're so much better than me because you chose art and music, because you followed your passions and made it work for you?" Steve laughed and Eddie swung out at the sound but hit nothing.

"I'm a Yale graduate with a law degree. I passed the fucking bar, I'm fully licensed to practice law in two countries. I'm not fucking jelious of some know it all art major." Again Steve laughed and again Eddie tried to hit him. 

Eddie scrubbed at his eyes, trying hard to blink away the blood blinding him. Steve shoved Eddie and he stumbled, tripping over something and ending up on the ground. 

"I don't care how amazing everyone thinks you are Eddie, I know people like you. You'll get bored soon enough, then you'll pack up and leave and I'll be the one picking up your mess when you're gone."

Eddie looked up, his eyes still burning, and his vision still blurry, but he could see well enough to make out the shape of Steve standing over him. The man looked down right menacing, a bloody smile plastered across his face and malice rolling off him in waves. 

"How about we set up a dunk tank?" Eddie asked as he laid down flat on the floor and dabbed at his eyes.

"What?" Steve asked, surprise clear in his voice.

"Look Stevie babe, I wanna go home and wash your blood out of my eyes. So either put me out of my fucking misery or pick a booth." Eddie sighed from the ground. 

"A dunk tank is a game booth you idiot." Steve answered, his voice fading as he spoke.

Eddie just laid there in defeat, he rolled his eyes and did his best to settle the rage and annoyance in his blood. They still needed to pick a fucking booth. 

*

The next two weeks were hell, Steve and Eddie had to work on the design and build of the booth, but nothing ever seemed to get done. They'd tried to work on the booth at least a dozen times, but each had ended up with a fight.  

"Fuck you." Steve hissed at Eddie.

Eddie sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head from his side of the booth they shared.

 "If you can't even sit in a room with me without trying to hit me after ten minutes I am not helping you build shit."

"Don't be a baby Munson, I'm not going to try and bash your head in or anything." Steve scoffed.

"I am NOT giving you a weapon.” Eddie growled clenching his fists and trying not to get angry.

Steve laughed, high and bright. Eddie turned, face twisted in confusion as he watched Steve cover his smile and hunch over the table, his body alive with laughter. It was strange seeing him actually enjoying himself. 

Seeing anything other than anger, or hate on Steve's face was such a foreign thing. Eddie couldn't help but smile at the way Steve seemed to glow with joy. It suited him so well that Eddie wished he could see it more often. 

“I may not like you very much but….” Steve shook his head, his hand falling away from his mouth as his smile flattened out. “I don't think I’d do very well in prison.” 

“Oh, I think you’d do very well in prison.” Eddie snickered, Steve may be a total dick but he was beautiful, his honey brown eyes, his soft freckled skin, everything about Steve Harrington said he’d be everyone’s favorite toy in prison. 

The way Steve seemed to study Eddie made him want to shiver, instead he swallowed hard and looked away. Eddie let his hair fall into his face to hide the creep of a blush that colored his cheeks. Using his thumb Eddie scratched his eyebrow and licked his lips, nervous habits he thought he’d gotten over.

“A-anyways, we need to start soon.” Eddie stammered then cleared his throat. “If I swear not to bludgeon you to death, do you swear not to cut me up into tiny pieces?” 

“I’d never cut you up…” Steve said in a disgusted tone.

“I didn't mean-” Eddie looked up at Steve trying to convey that he wasn't serious.

A grin spread across Steve’s face, he leaned in closer to Eddie lacing his fingers together and bracing himself on his hands. Steve whispered low enough so no one else could hear him, the sound rolling over Eddie’s skin like silk.

“Too messy,” Steve’s voice was too sensual, so intimate that Eddie’s body reacted kindly. “I’d suffocate you with the tarp then feed you to sharks.” 

Eddie blinked, then blinked  again trying to figure out if Steve had just made a joke or confessed his nefarious intent. The words and the soft tone of Harrington's voice as he said it didn't match, leaving Eddie’s body reeling from the confusion. 

“S-so we have a deal then? No murdering each other?” Eddie asked with his hand out to shake.

Steve scoffed and shook his head as he settled back into his side of the booth. “If it will make you stop whining,” Steve took Eddie's hand and shook it. “I promise, not to murder you.”

*

“Consider it a personal favor, pretty boy,” Billy sighed as he gathered up dirty plates from the countertops.

“He’ll come get it when he's hungry enough.” Steve answered back, with a frown.

“All you gotta do is walk up the stairs, knock on his door and hand him his food. I’m not asking you to marry the guy, Harrington.” Billy huffed as he set the plates in the busboy's tub and started wiping down the counter. 

“Billy I-”

Billy slapped the rag down, he wiped his hands on his apron and grabbed Steve by the shirt, yanking him down so he could whisper in Steve’s ear.

“Be a good boy and I’ll let you sleep over tonight.”

Steve’s whole body shivered at the thought, he turned to look into Billy’s face and smiled. “Fine, but you don't get to snap at me when I cuddle you after I fuck you.”

Billy gritted his teeth and pulled away from Steve. “Fucking hell, okay. Just be fucking nice, one of these days Eddie is gonna snap and really don't have time to get rid of a body.”

With a glare Steve grabbed the to-go bag off the end of the counter, he gave Billy a withering look before stomping out the back door. 

“Thanks asshole, at least feed me to sharks when I get murdered, if you dump me in some hole I'll haunt you.” Steve growled. 

Everything in Steve's life had been just fine before Eddie Munson showed up. Dustin was his apprentice at the book shop, working on writing a book of his own. Lucas was working with them part time, between his final year of college and spending time with Max. Billy always had time for him and Heather was practically glued to Robin's hip. 

Everything had changed  so quickly when Eddie moved in. Dustin had always been a fan of Munson's band Corroded Coffin, so it wasn't a big shock to see his apprentice fawning over the guy. What had shocked Steve was Dustin quitting his job and abandoning his book to run off and play tattoo artist. Steve had known Dustin since the kid was ten, never once had Henderson ever even picked up a pencil to draw so much as a flower.  

In the thirteen years they'd known each other Dustin had wanted to be a scientist, an engineer, an actor and a writer, never once had he ever thought about becoming a tattoo artist. 

Steve knocked on the door to Eddie’s apartment, he’d just seen Eddie not six hours ago, looking half dead. Frowning at the thought, Steve was caught by surprise when the Christmas decorated door opened. His first instinct was to give Eddie the food and leave, but instead Steve just balked in bewildered shock as he stared down at a very naked Eddie Munson. 

“I-I” Steve stammered, face going bright red, ears burning at the indecency. “You- wha- Where are your-” Steve hissed, shoving Eddie back into his apartment and closing the door after them

"Who the fuck answers their door naked?!"

 Steve walked over to Eddie’s kitchen counter and deposited the to-go box before freezing dead in his tracks as Eddie’s sleep drunk voice spoke from over his shoulder.

“Relax, Big boy, the only people that could possibly knock on my door are all adults and it's not like you haven't seen a dick before.” Eddie spoke through a yawn.

Spinning around Steve glared at Eddie, but it was harder than Steve would have thought to look menacing while the other person is staring at you with a boner and a real bad case of bed head.

Eddie's grinned, wide and sugar sweet at Steve, he looked up above Steve's head amused by what he saw there. A chill ran up his spine and goosebumps rose on his skin, looking up Steve found himself standing right under a mistletoe. For a moment that felt like a lifetime Steve just stood there trying desperately not to blanch as he turned his eyes back to Eddie's.

Swallowing hard Steve shoved past Eddie and stomped right out the door, slamming it behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.

When Steve barged back into the diner Billy had tried his best to stifle a laugh, but hadn't done a very good job, which only made Steve’s face even redder. Hargrove had set him up and Steve was gonna make him pay for it later. 

*

They’d only made it halfway up the stairs before Steve grabbed Billy by his jacket and slung him against the wall. The shitty fluorescent lights from the halls only illuminated the first few steps at the top and bottom, leaving the pair in semi-darkness. Steve stood on the same step as Billy and crowded into the other man’s space.

“What the fuck Hargrove?” He hissed.

Billy just grinned and grabbed Steve’s jaw pulling him down into an open mouth kiss that left his head swimming. Forgetting his earlier objections Steve pressed his body in closer to Billy’s swallowing up the moan that he’d coaxed from Hargrove. They had a habit of finding release in each other’s bodies, kissing feverishly in the store room of the diner, or the office for Steve’s book store or most embarrassing of all the stairwells. 

“Seriously,” Steve said as he broke the kiss. “Why the f-”

Billy closed the distance again, effectively shutting Steve up with another kiss, Hargrove’s tongue slipping into his mouth to distract him once more. This time Steve shoved his hips into Billy’s, his hand snaking into Hargrove’s hair to fist around the golden locks.

“Why’d you send me up there?” Steve growled against Billy’s throat, kissing his Adam's apple as it bobbed when Billy swallowed a little too hard.

“By the look on your face when you stomped back into the diner I don't think you minded too much.” Billy answered a little breathless.

Steve pulled away just enough to look into Billy’s face. “He was naked.”

Billy huffed out a laugh and nodded his head pulling forward as much as he could to try and kiss Steve again. “I told you he had a nice body, and a pretty cock too.”

Steve snarled at that, he yanked Billy’s head back then pressed his lips to Billy’s ear growling out his words loud enough to vibrate through Billy’s body. “You like the way that pretty cock of his fucks you?”

Billy moaned, the sound echoing off the walls as he clutched at Steve’s back. 

“Answer me, baby. Do you like the way Eddie fucks you with his pretty cock?” Steve bit at Billy’s neck, loving the way the other man’s whole body arched into him.

“I-I” Hargrove started, but stopped at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Steve froze, his body going rigid as the sound hit him square in the gut. Dread filled Steve, he looked up from Billy’s neck to see the Devil himself staring down at them, an amused grin spread ear to ear.

“Sorry to interrupt, but me and my pretty cock need to get past.” Eddie snickered from the top of the stairs. 

Steve’s blood went hot, his face and neck turning a deep red as he pulled enough away from Billy to look up at Eddie fucking Munson. Billy barked out a laugh, he hugged Steve to his chest then kissed him on the forehead.

“Munson, you fucking cock block.” Billy laughed the words.

Steve was stuck in Hargrove’s arms, mortification keeping him frozen in place. Mercifully Billy towed Steve behind him up the stairs.

“I could always help you get another one.” Munson teased as he started down the stairs.

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest, the blood rushing through his ears so loud he almost missed what Eddie had said. The idea had Steve’s cock kicking in his jeans, and Billy stopped dead in his tracks having felt it against his ass.

“Well come on then, I’ve got a big enough bed for three.” Billy said with a grin as he turned to face Munson on the steps. 

Steve looked up into Billy’s face, his own getting even hotter at Hargrove’s invitation. From behind him Steve heard Eddie stumble on the stairs then stop dead in his tracks.

“What, are you serious?” Eddie asked, and Steve’s eyes went wide as Billy’s grin spread wide showing teeth, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Come.” Was the only answer Hargrove gave before he started pulling Steve back toward his apartment. 

It had only ever been a game. Steve had been a bit of an asshole when Billy had first started fucking Eddie. Only in bed, when he knew it would push Billy over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy. 

It started off as jealousy, asking if Eddie could fuck Billy the way Steve did, asking if he screamed for Eddie the way he screamed for Steve, but Hargrove reacted so beautifully to it. 

Steve couldn't help but love the way Billy’s whole body arched at the mention of Eddie fucking him while he sucked Steve off, or the moans Steve pulled from Billy when he asked if he was their pretty little slut. 

But it hadn't been real and Steve had never intended on Eddie actually joining them, hadn't planned on having to watch Eddie’s filthy hands roam across Billy’s body. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs had Steve’s heart jackrabbiting in his chest. 

Steve didn't even like Eddie, not really, they’d just started actually working on their Christmas booth design and only stopped trying to kill each other a few days ago. It was too soon…

And yet, Steve’s body burned at the thought of Eddie joining them, of Eddie really doing all the things Steve had teased and taunted Billy with. The very idea of Billy moaning around his cock as Eddie fucked into him sent a wave of need skittering though him like electricity in his veins.    

Steve watched as Billy pulled out his keys and unlocked the Christmas decorated door pushing it open and pulling him inside, they both turned toward the door watching as Eddie walked to the doorway and stopped, a question on his face.

“Whats wrong, Munson?” Billy asked in a soft understanding tone.

Steve was having a hard time looking at the man waiting in the door frame, his body feeling a bit too tight and his mouth feeling a bit too dry. Hargrove squeezed his hand and Steve looked up into his face.

“Are you okay with this?” Billy asked this time, since apparently Steve had missed it when Eddie had asked a moment before.

Swallowing hard Steve looked away from Billy, his eyes slowly finding Eddie’s. Was he okay with this? Steve didn’t know, he’d pictured it more then a few times, used it to get Billy off, but was it something Steve craved, or was he only doing it because he knew Billy wanted it. 

Peeling his tongue from the roof of his mouth Steve answered. “I’m not sure,”

Eddie nodded, he gave Billy a soft smile and Steve let the disappointment wash over him. A part of him wanted Eddie to stay, wanted to see what Billy found so appealing about the metal head.

“No problem. You two enjoy, I’ve got clients down stairs anyway.” Eddie blew a kiss at them. “If you change your mind, you know where I live.” 

Then he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

*

Steve wasn't sure Eddie would show up, not after what happened in the stairwell, not after Steve had frozen like a deer in headlights. They’d agreed to building the booth in his backyard since there was no way they couldn't fit their design at the shops. Steve had offered the house, then spent thirty minutes explaining to Eddie that the apartment above the bookshop was more of an office for him.

Steve's Nonno and Nona had moved from Italy when they were twenty two. They'd settled in this small town in California about five years later with their son, Steve's dad, Stephen Alessandro Harrington. They bought the shop and made this place their home. Made it his home too.

The house was a beautiful two story Tudor home, a deep rich colored wood paired with a bright yet soft yellow. Steve and Billy had hung lights and decorations, making the house look like something out of a damn Hallmark movie… just like his Nona always did every year, even if there hadn't been any snow yet. The weather anchor said a storm would be blowing snow in soon.

The inside was decorated warmly. Billy had gone a little Christmas crazy and suddenly Steve was self-conscious about the silver garland and mistletoes hung around the house. The tree in the living room was overdone, and the gifts crowding under it seemed outrageous now.

Steve startled when he heard the doorbell ring, he'd been in the middle of cutting up lemons for some fresh mint lemonade and managed to nic his pointer finger. Hissing at the stinging wound Steve ran his finger under some water then wrapped it with a paper towel and quickly ran for the door. Eddie cocked a smile at him and Steve struggled not to squirm under his gaze.

Munson was wearing blue jeans, some old boots, a black shirt under a nice thick jacket, skeleton gloves and a rainbow bandana around his neck, his hair was tied up in a bun… and he looked… good. The shirt hugged his body a little too tight, the jeans fit a little too well and with his hair pulled back like that Eddie had gone from grungy to unforgivably hot, even standing out in the cold gray afternoon light.

“You just planning to stare at me or are you gonna let me in?” Eddie asked with an amused smile. 

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped back out of the doorway letting Eddie pass before shutting the door behind him. Steve had dressed in his old paint clothes, a pair of loose fitting gray sweatpants, an old Adidas tee shirt that he'd cut large slits into the armpits, a thick warm jacket, some beat up boots and a black bandana to hold his hair back out of his face and keep his ears warm all of which was covered in paint splotches.

“Wow this place is beautiful. You and Billy did a great job with the decorations.” Eddie mused.

“How'd you kno-” Steve started but stopped when the obvious answer came to mind, Billy told him.

“This shouldn't take long, about three or four hours max.” Steve snapped as he led Eddie through the house and out the back door.

“You have plans later?” Eddie asked casually.

Steve snorted out a laugh. “And I would tell you that because?” 

“Just making conversation, didn't mean to step on your toes Big boy.”

Steve rolled his eyes again at the nickname, but the annoyance was short lived as Eddie grabbed his hand and lifted it up so he could inspect it. Frowning Steve started to pull his hand back when Eddie spoke, a worried look on his face.

“What happened to your finger?” Eddie asked as he carefully removed the paper towel from around Steve's injury.

“Nothing, I just cut it. It's fine, I'm fine. “ Steve answered, brushing Eddie off and taking his hand back.

“You should at least put a bandaid on it, Harrington.“ Eddie said with a shrug.

“Fine, if I put a bandaid on it will you feel better?” Steve asked with a sigh and an exasperated tone.

“Yes I will,“ Eddie smirked over at Steve, dipping his chin down and batting his eyes like a flirty school girl.

Scrunching up his face Steve looked at Eddie with what he hoped passed for disgust, hiding his amused smile. Turning on his heels Steve back tracked into his house, he pulled a small medkit out from one of his kitchen cabinets.

“This is a nice house, a little big for just you isn't it?” Munson asked as he leaned his chest over the island counter top to touch the little Christmas cactus by the window. Lmk do you want to get present

“Shut the hell up Munson.” Steve snipped without looking up as he wrapped the bandage around his injured finger.

Eddie sucked on his teeth and had the decency to look like he was trying really hard not to talk. 

“Its my Nonno and Nona's house. Was, whatever.” Steve shook his head freeing the image of his grandparents teaching him to cook in this very kitchen.

Lifting his freshly wrapped finger Steve smiled sharply at Eddie. “Happy now? Can we get to our booth?” 

Eddie laughed brightly, he nodded his head and pulled away from the counter. “Yeah, Let's do it  man.”

Building the base was deceivingly easy, so much so that Steve actually thought they'd finish on time. The clouds broke enough for the sun to give them a face sense of a lovely day, and the wind died down to a wisping breeze. Maybe it wouldn't storm after all.

 However, when they started building the back of the stage they hadn't yet laid the floorboards causing the frame to be unbalanced.... The frame made out of two by fours tipped over and Eddie caught it awkwardly with his shoulder, hissing in pain as it crashed against the bone.

They nailed down the floor boards after that. Within the next two hours Steve and Eddie managed to hurt themselves a least half a dozen times. By the time they finished the frame Eddie had smashed his finger, and tripped over abandoned tools three times. Steve had walked into a two by four, fell once and bashed the back of his head on a board when he stood up too fast more than once. 

They both very suddenly realized why Billy always insisted on helping them build or fix things. Hargrove grew up fixing things, working on cars and using tools for everyday things, they however did not. Unless you counted using screwdrivers to hijack cars, or tapping into your neighbors cable. 

The pair sat at Steve's kitchen table, tired and aching from the exertion. Steve poured them some lemonade and heaved a sigh. The house was nice and toasty, having the living room fireplace and the once in the dining room/kitchen burning. The temperature outside had dropped so suddenly they'd scrambled to put the half made both in the garage with the scattered tools they'd used.

 Eddie shifted in his chair, he'd let his hair down and taken off his over shirt, tying it around his waist leaving him in an almost see through muscle shirt. Steve's eyes tracked the pull of Eddie's muscles under his ribs, then looked away with a flushed face.

Seeing Eddie naked the other day had already started messing with Steve's mind, now it seemed the encounter in the hallway had completely fried it. All his feelings were starting to mix and blur, Steve couldn't tell if he'd changed his mind about Eddie or if all the lust and scheming by Billy had clouded his judgment. 

When Steve looked back he caught Eddie staring just as shamefully at him. Steve's wide cut shirt was showing a little too much of his chest, a nipple fully exposed and the left line of his abs peeking out. When he breathed Steve's stomach hollowed out enough to show just a glimpse of his happy trail. 

“So,” Eddie huffed as he looked away from Steve's body. “Have I unlocked your tragic backstory yet?” 

Steve looked over at Eddie, confusion on his face. “What?” He snapped. 

“Why aren't you a fancy lawyer?” Eddie asked, tuning his eyes to Steve's. 

Steve stuttered, tripping over his thoughts while he tried to process the shock and audacity of the question. 

“Wh-why would I-” Steve started.

“My dad was a petty thief…” Eddie hesitated, clearing his throat before starting up again. “And my mom. Well, she died young. Car crash, it was quick.” 

Eddie waved his hand out in front of his body while he said the last part, trying to dismiss his words as if they were unimportant, but there was a hurt in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide. Steve's face softened, his brows pulling down while his lips twitched into a frown.

“My dad got locked up for a good long while when I was twelve,” Eddie dropped his eyes to the table between them and chewed at his bottom lip.

Steve thought about when he was around that age, Dustin and his mom had just moved into the house next door and Steve had not taken splitting his Nona's attention with another kid well. Steve had been kind of a dick to Dustin for a while.  

“So my uncle raised me. We lived in a shitty one room trailer, in some shitty white trash trailer park.” Eddie smiled fondly at the memory, clasping his hands together and placing them on the table in front of him.

 “My uncle was a tattoo artist, but he quit and started working in a saw mill making paper, you know, to raise me or whatever. The man worked ten hour shifts, six days a week and we were still poor.” Eddie huffed out a humorless laugh.

Swallowing hard, Steve tried not to think, tried not to let his mind spiral with memories of his own childhood, which had been filled with luxury, but had always felt stifling and cold when he was with his parents.   

“I wasn't smart and I wasn't good at anything useful. Took me five and a half years to graduate high school, but my uncle never held it against me. He bought me my first guitar and took me to the library to study when he had time. He taught me how to draw and gave me my first tattoo.” Eddie's voice cracked, he swallowed then nodded his head struggling to go on.

The crack in Eddie's very carefully constructed persona threw Steve, he'd never seen the other man look so... Hagard. Steve looked at the tattoos covering Eddie's body and wondered which one was that special first tattoo.

“He got to see me on my first real tour. We'd signed with a label and our shows were actually selling out. God I'd never seen him look so proud.” Eddie's whole face lit up with a smile as he looked into his hands seeing something Steve could not.

“We put out two albums in a year and one went platinum. I had set up a bank account for my uncle, and he was going to quit as soon as he finished training his replacement. Our band had just started a world tour.” Eddie's face fell and Steve knew something bad was coming, could feel it in the way Eddie spoke.

“I got a letter about four months into our tour… from an estate lawyer.” Eddie's eyes filled with tears.

Steve felt his heart stop, he knew very well what that meant. Steve may have hated being a lawyer, but he knew the job like the back of his hand. Estate lawyers meant death. 

“There was an accident at the Mill… a fire. My uncle saved five people, he'd almost made it out, he was ten feet away from the door!” Eddie growled, anger and agony thick in his voice. 

Holding his breath Steve tried his best not to think about Dustin, who had such a similar story about his dad, who had been a firefighter. The overwhelming feeling of jealousy burned through Steve. Of course Dustin preferred Eddie, they could understand each other better then Steve ever could. Guilt slammed into Steve at the thought, how could he be jealous of possibly the worst day of their lives?

“A support beam crushed him… he saw it coming down and saved the other person.“ Eddie gritted his teeth and looked up into Steve's eyes. “Pushed them out of the way and let the thing fall right on him….” Eddie slammed one fist down on the table, his body shaking with anger.

“It was supposed to be his last day...” The words were strained and Eddie's face twisted into pure agony. “He wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be on a beach or some shit, drinking and getting back into his art. Not dying in some shit hole in Indiana!!” Eddie screamed the last part and Steve swallowed hard looking away from the pain in Eddie's eyes.

Steve was at a loss, he just sat there frozen in place while Eddie scrubbed at his face with his bandana. So many feelings were warring inside Steve, screaming and clawing at his insides while he tried to let Eddie finish his story.

“I got my first sleeve afterward. Then another, and then my chest piece, my back, my legs.. once we finished our tour I quit the band and started tattooing. I couldn't even look at a guitar without feeling so much rage I couldn't breathe.” 

Steve closed his eyes and let his head drop on his shoulders. Suddenly ‘Tragic backstory’ made so much sense. With a heavy sigh Steve looked back over at Eddie, who was kicked back in his chair, one foot up on the seat so he could hug his knee to his chest. 

“My uncle always talked about moving out here and opening up a shop. That's why I'm here, and I know I blew a hole in your happy-” Eddie urged, his voice desperate for Steve's understanding.

“Stop,” Steve snapped at Eddie, putting a hand up to keep the metal head quiet. 

“Steve I-” Eddie started again.

Steve shot to his feet and let his chair clatter against the floor. “Just stop!” 

Steve glared at Eddie with hands up between them, Steve backed away making stopping motions with his hands to further get the point across to Eddie that he did not want to hear another word.

“Wh-” Steve shook his head and started again. “What the hell do you want from me Munson? A-a-a tragic backstory?!? Something worse than that to make you understand why I am the way I am? To make it okay that I've been a asshole to you??”

Steve ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, not fully able to verbalize his feelings yet.

“N-no, I-” Eddie started, he stood up and was looking at Steve like he was sorry.

Steve growled and closed the distance between them getting into Eddie's face. “You want me to talk about some fucked up tragic childhood that I experienced?“

Steve hissed the words like venom, and to Eddie's credit the man didn't flinch.

“I am part of the ‘Harrington and Yorkshire Law’ Harringtons. My father owns the majority share of the company.” Steve said softly, his face dropping into something that looked a lot like shame

Steve winced at Eddie’s reaction, the metal head’s jaw dropped open as he gaped at the information.

“Yeah,“ Steve nodded and took a step away from Eddie. ”Now how much does my shitty childhood even matter? Huh? Ohhh, poor rich kid, his parents never loved him. His dad only ever cared about power and only married his mom because her dad owned the Yorkshire law firm.“ 

Steve balled his hands into fists reliving all the arguments, the fights, the screaming and the begging. Steve remembered his mother breaking, he remembered her losing herself in pills while his father buried himself in work and women. 

“Poor rich kid who only ever had to be an heir and follow in his fathers foot footsteps. Poor rich kid who ran from his mansion to a loving home here,” Steve pointed to the ground and gestured to the house around them. “In this house, where the only people that even knew how to love a child lived. Where the poor rich kid had to watch as a new kid moved in next door and quickly realize that he'd have to share HIS nona and nonno...” 

Steve gasped, he took another step back and let the rest of his god awful words slip out. 

“Here, where that fourteen year old rich kid was a prick to the happiest eight year old he'd ever seen. Where the poor rich kid's Nona had to tell him why that happy little kid only had one parent, because that Rick kid was so fucking jealous that he didn't even notice the other kid only had a mom.”

Steve gritted his teeth and shook his head, so filled with anger at his past self for being so mean to a kid that was mourning the loss of his father. 

“Poor rich kid got to be loved by that kid and his mother... then go back to his parent's house and ache over the emptiness there. The absent mother and the overbearing father. Poor fucking rich kid got to go to yale and completely miss his Nona fading away, got to only catch the end of her battle with Alzheimers.” 

Tears burned Steve's eyes, that gaping sadness clutching his heart as he thought of his beautiful Nona's smile fading into confusion and fear. And that reaction had Steve reeling with anger again, anger he didn't know what to do with, anger that caged him and burned him with guilt, because what right did he have being so wrecked by his Nona's death when he'd had so many things that others would have killed for. How could he look Eddie in the eye and say 'My life was shitty too' when Eddie had lost so much. How could anything Steve ever say make it okay?

“Poor fucking me. I had to choose between my life as a lawyer and my home, but I choose wrong because I was so consumed with finally having my father's love, but it was never his love at the end of that fucking road. All that man was capable of was respect, but what the hell did that mean to me?”

Steve laughed a bitter angry sound that felt crushing. Eddie just watched him, silent and blank faced as Steve spiraled through his emotions. 

“By the time I realized I didn't give a shit what my father wanted, or thought of me, my Nona was gone and my Nonno was struggling. Dustin and his mom were helping my Nonno, they were doing what I should have been doing the whole time. I quit the law firm, came straight here and he died.” Steve's voice cracked on the last word.

Taking a shuddering breath Steve didn't know what to feel, the anguish of his Nonno's death, the guilt, the anger, or the deep aching sorrow. Steve ground his teeth and swiped furiously at the tears that spilled from his eyes.

“That's my great tragedy. I spent my life desperate for love from people that didn't know how to love anything, only to constantly fail the people that loved me more than I deserved.” 

Shaking his head Steve started to walk out of the room, but Eddie caught him before he could and wrapped his arms tightly over Steve's shoulders. Stunned by the hug, Steve stayed completely still in Eddie's hold. 

“I'm so sorry for your loss“ Eddie Whispered into Steve's hair.

Eddie’s words hit Steve like a truck, but he didn't know how to feel about it. 

“It's okay to feel like life wronged you when it took them away from you.” Eddie hugged Steve harder as he spoke.

Emotions whirled around in Steve, he tried to breath through his feelings like Billy had taught him, but every word Eddie spoke felt like a blazing wound in his chest. 

Steve swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around Eddie's back, hugging him tightly. For a long moment they stayed like that, clinging to each other for comfort in the doorway to Steve's kitchen. 

It was soothing, and warm, and it felt like… it felt like something was finally clicking into place. When they started to pull apart the moment suddenly felt very intimate, their faces only inches away from each other, arms still firmly fixed around the other. 

Eddie smiled softly and started to pull away, but the second of thunder cracked through the house and Steve stopped him. “You know, we're standing under the mistletoe.” 

Eddie looked up at the bundle of flowers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Leaning in Steve brought his hand up to cup Eddie's face, again they stared at each other for a long moment, before slowly closing the distance.

Their lips lingered just a breath away, Steve ran his free hand across Eddie's lower back causing Munson to arch into Steve's body. As their lips finally brushed against each other, softly, a whisper of soft supple flesh, Steve groaned. 

The sound was akin to blood in the water, Eddie upped the pressure. Steve slipped his tongue into Munson’s mouth, who then snaked a hand up into Steve's hair and fisted a handful. 

Thunder sounded again, adding more fuel to their growing fire. Backing Eddie up against the door frame Steve pressed his body tightly into Eddie's, their hips slotting together as they slowly ground into- Thunder cracked through the house, so hard the windows rattled.

They broke apart just in time to see the lights flicker out. Steve cured under his breath and went to grab the flashlights. 

*

Eddie sat curled up on Steve's couch, where he'd been unceremoniously dumped after the lights went out. Steve had grabbed some flashlights, his cost and carted Eddie to the living room. 

Though Steve had given Eddie a flashlight and a thick red blanket with a picture of a bear on it, Eddie was still feeling a little anxious as he waited for Harrington to come back. 

The living room was warm, the fire going nice and hot, with a steady supply of chopped logs sitting beside the mantle. The tree was gorgeously decorated and the gifts underneath piqued Eddie's interest, but it was the simple worn guitar sitting beside it that captured Eddie's attention. 

After gnawing on his lip for what felt like forever Eddie walked over to the guitar, he just needed a better look to sate his curiousicity. It looked well cared for, old but loved, the strings looked new, but the neck had some chips in the placement lines. 

Eddie felt drawn to the instrument so he ran his fingers over the carved wood, just to keep the evil eye from looking at the beauty. 

“It was my Nonno’s, he brought it from Italy. That thing is nearly one hundred years old.” Steve spoke in a soft voice from behind him.

Eddie blushed, he turned and gave Steve an apologetic look, but the other man just smiled softly. 

“You can hold it, someone who knows what they're doing probably should. I try to keep it in good shape but.. I'm not an expert, don't even know how to tune the damn thing.” Steve mused.

Eddie's fingers itches to hold the incredibly valuable guitar, so much so that he did, he actually reached out and plucked the instrument off it's stand. Cradling it carefully Eddie looked up at Steve with a silent question on his face.

“Please,” Steve said in answer. “I’d love to hear it again.” 

Eddie swallowed, he hadn't played in years, not since his world tour ended, not after his uncle… because any time he'd so much as touched a guitar since then it burned him. It scorched his very soul with that white hot agony of his uncle's death.

but Eddie felt… the love and the tender care that the old guitar held in it's wood, he could hear the lively joyful music this instrument brought to life. 

Eddie plucked the strings, adjusting and tuning the fine instrument. It still sounded amazing, better than the ones Eddie has spent hundreds on or even the one he'd spent thousands on. 

“My uncle was tone deaf,” Eddie laughed softly. “The man couldn't hold a tune to save his life, but he taught me how to read music. How to feel it in the wood and string.” Eddie smiled filled with such fondness at the memory.

“I hear music skills sometimes Skip generations.” Steve chuckled. “My dad could play that thing like the devil himself was watching… but every time I touched it… it felt too heavy. Man, I could make cat's scatter and dogs howl when I tried to play.”

Eddie laughed. Steve perched on the arm of the sofa and watched Eddie with interested eyes, it made something low in his stomach clench. 

“Sounds like my uncle's playing.” Eddie quipped, and the smile Steve flashed seemed like a beautiful reward.

“What was his name?” Steve asked softly.

“Wayne,” Eddie answered, his fingertips plucking at the strings to create a light Christmas tune. “What about your grandparents?”

Steve grinned wide and devilish. “Well, my Nonno's name was Alassandro Harrington and my Nona was the great and beautiful Stefana Hovarth.” 

Eddie's jaw dropped in surprise, he laughed when Steve did and shook his head. “You're named after your grandma?” 

“No, I'm named after my father, but he's named after his mother.” Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh or make fun, but there was such joy in his eyes Eddie couldn't help but stare. 

“When my dad moved away from here he told everyone he was named after his parent, but never said it was his mother. I think he was ashamed, but God's that woman was something special.” Steve's face settled into something like bliss and Eddie wanted to see more.

“She sounds amazing.” Eddie spoke softly as his song started to reach a lyrical part. 

“Thanks…” Steve whispered.

Eddie smiled, a slow heartwarming thing that had his voice slipping out before he'd even decided if he would. 

The song was soft, nothing special, but Eddie liked the feeling of sharing the intimate moment with Steve. 

“I think you're going to have to stay, Eddie.” Steve said once the song ended.

“One song and you're ready to keep me.” Eddie teased.

Steve got to his feet and shrugged. “Yeah well, you have a beautiful voice.”

“And a pretty cock too, that's a very important selling point.” Eddie laughed, but stopped short when Steve turned on him.

“Put down my nonno’s guitar and then you can come to me all you want.” Steve scoffed then turned to gather the thick blanket from the couch. 

Eddie gently placed the instrument back into his stand, he slowly walked up behind Steve who was bending over to grab the rest of the blanket. Running a hand up Steve’s side Eddie fitted himself to Harrinton’s back. 

“Like this?” Eddie asked with a heady tone. 

Steve straightened slightly, pressing his body back into Eddie’s. The hand at Steve’s side slipped into the bottom of Steve’s shirt pressing his calloused fingers into the taut skin of his lower abdomen.

Steve let out a soft breath and tipped his head back. Grinning at the sight Eddie nipped at Steve’s exposed neck which was rewarded with a groan. 

Eddie used his free hand to grab Steve’s chin tilting it even farther before skinning his teeth into Harrington’s neck. The moan that erupted from Steve was almost too loud in the quiet house, the only other sound being the crackling of the fire before them. 

Pushing his hand down into Steve’s sweatpants Eddie grabbed the head of Harrington’s erection, growing harder himself at the fact that Steve was already dripping with precum. Releasing Steve’s neck Eddie started kissing the shallow teeth impressions. 

“Big boy,” Eddie whispered into Steve's ear. “How fitting.”

Steve hugged the blanket tighter to himself, lifting a bunched up piece to his mouth to keep himself quiet as Eddie stroked him. It was possibly the hottest thing Eddie had seen the other man do.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now.” Eddie breathed into Steve’s ear. 

Harrington relaxed in Eddie’s hold, his head tipping even further back to rest against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie gently pressed his nose into Steve’s cheek nudging him softly in hopes of getting Steve to turn into him. 

Thankfully Steve had done exactly what Eddie wanted, turning to look into Eddie’s eyes. They kissed, slow and lenguid, like Eddie’s strokes. Slow dragging pumps that twisted and rubbed at Steve’s head. 

Eddie was enjoying the way Steve's body twitched and shivered, the soft keening sounds of lust and pleasure and teasing touches which tighten Eddie’s body with arasoul. 

Dropping the blanket Steve reached one arm up to fist his hand in Eddie's hair which made him moan into the kiss. The other hand had started to roam Eddie's body, but by the frustrated huff and breaking of the kiss Eddie guessed Steve wasn't too fond of the angle. 

Steve pulled out of Eddie's hold and turned to face him, which was the perfect opportunity for Eddie to push him down onto the couch. 

Steve started to get back up when Eddie dropped to his knees and slid Steve's boots off. The pants were the next to be removed before Eddie set his mouth to work on Steve's cock.

Harrington groaned, slipping his hands into Eddie's hair, pulling it all back and out of Eddie's way. Looking up at Steve through his lashes Eddie dipped low, swallowing up every inch of Steve delicious cock before bobbing back up to suck at the head. 

Eddie trailed a hand up Steve's body then angled him down onto the couch, Eddie popped up long enough to readjust them both. Steve laid longways across the couch one leg thrown over the arm while the other dangled off the edge leaving him splayed open for Eddie. 

“I'm not normally a bottom,” Steve breathed, he was sitting up on his elbows watching Eddie position himself between his legs. 

“I'll take really good care of you, baby. I promise.“ Eddie spoke against the Head of Steve's cock.

When Eddie started sucking again Steve let his head drop back between his shoulders, hips ever so slightly bucking into Eddie.

“L-lube in the side table, t-there.” Steve spoke better moans, pointing to a table by the other end of the couch.

“You keep lube in the living room table?” Eddie asked in an amused tone.

“I'm an animal, what do you want from me?”

“Don't move, big boy.” Eddie said before going to rifle through the drawer for the lube and a condom. 

Settling back in position Eddie poured a small amount of lube over his fingers then rubbed it slowly into Steve's asshole. Beads of precum dripped down Steve's cock and Eddie groaned at the beautiful sight. 

Sliding his tongue up Steve's shaft Eddie lapped up the clear fluid enjoying the taste. When again Eddie fully took Harrington’s cock into his mouth he also pushed his middle finger into Steve, painfully slow, reveling in the feel of each inch of his finger being gripped by Steve's tight entrance. 

A high crescendo of sounds escaped Steve's throat, sharp intakes of breath followed by half formed moans. Eddie was almost too excited by the way Steve reacted to his touch, he pulled out and pushed in again at the same sole pace. 

Steve made a sound close to a whimper then started grinding down on Eddie's fingers, fucking himself at a faster pace. Taking the hint Eddie added a second finger then a third and started finger fucking Steve at a brutal speed, working Steve cock faster and deeper swallowing hard when he had Harrington's cock buried deep in his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Steve cried out, bucking and grinding in time with Eddie's movement. 

Eddie was desperate, he wanted so badly to make Steve drown him with cum, wanted it hot in his throat and spilling out his lips. It only took a few more moments before Steve gave him exactly that. 

Moaning at the cum spurting down his throat Eddie swallowed, and swallowed his fingers now fully pushed into Steve as he milked at his insides. 

Once Steve finished cummung and his body started to relax Eddie pulled away long enough to pull his own throbbing cock out and slide the condom over himself. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you” Eddie asked in a husky voice. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Steve answered as he readjusted himself on the couch making room for Eddie to climb between his legs. 

“You want my pretty cock inside you?” Eddie asked in a teasing voice. 

Steve yanked Eddie down on top of him, kissing him roughly as he wrapped his legs around Eddie's back. Eddie groaned in pleasure at the eagerness of the man under him, Steve reached down and grabbed Eddie's cock aligning it with his ass and slowly pushing himself up onto Eddie's erection. 

Steve tossed his head back and moaned, squeezing his legs tighter around Eddie to push him further inside. Again Harrington moaned, loud and satisfying, Eddie flicked his hips up just as he sunk his teeth into Steve's neck, one hand holding the back of the couch for support and the other digging into Steve's hip. 

“Fuck!” Steve screamed, his body twitching into Eddie's as he started fucking himself harder with Eddie's cock. 

“God dammit, Steve. You're so fucking needy, fucking me like a little slut.” Eddie growled into Steve's ear as he ground his hips into Steve. 

The way Steve's ass gripped his cock and the moan that spilled out at the word Slut had Eddie's balls tightening and his blood singing with pleasure. Moving the hand on Steve's hip down to roughly jerk up Steve's thigh Eddie fucked into him deeper, harder, faster.

Steve was writhing under Eddie, moaning like he was trying to be louder than the thunder rattling the windows, his hips jerking in a frenzied rush. 

Eddie bit into Steve's shoulder, hard and unforgiving, which pushed Steve over the edge and him splattered hot cum between them. Eddie moaned at the way Steve's body clenched around him, pounding harder and harder into him it till he spilled into the condom, pushed as far into Steve as their bodies would allow. 

Eyes half lidded from the orgasm Steve continued to ever so slowly fuck himself with Eddie's spent cock causing him to bite down deeper into Harrington's shoulder. 

After a moment their body's began to relax, Eddie sucked at the deep bite before pulling away from Steve and collapsing on the floor.

For a long moment they both just laid there, trying to catch their breaths while the aftershocks of their shared orgasms passed. Eddie closed his eyes, pulling the used condom off and tying the end up so it didn't leak out.

Eddie felt Steve take the condom, then he felt Steve lay down beside him, pulling the thick blanket over them both before he settled into Eddie's side. 

[crinkled-emotions]

MERRY CHRISTMAS ❤️🎄☃️Can I please request "broken thermostat" and "missed alarm" for a sick Rooster and of course Mav looking after him. Just imagine poor sick Roo trying to manage in a freezing house 🥺 (I know from personal experience that being in the cold is not preferable for when you're sick with a chest thing lol)

Happy holidays anon! Can't believe Christmas is over already! Feels like this year has simultaneously been the best and the worst. I might put that in another post though, it's kind of a lot.

"Broken thermostat" and "missed alarm".

Side note: has anyone else seen the offer?? I may have, uh. Drooled. A lot. *swipes at shirt*

-

Maverick checked his watch for the third time that morning, frowning when he saw it was a minute after he’d last checked. Penny appeared from the back deck, clearing her throat.

“Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to call him?”

“Call who?” Maverick asked. When Penny nudged his shoulder he sighed, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll call him. It’s just not like Bradley to not show up on time. He promised Amelia he’d be here to help with her car, and he’s...”

Maverick glanced out the front door to where the Daggers and Amelia were fussing over Amelia’s car, her first car. It was lucky she’d stopped screaming in excitement.

“Not present.”

“Don’t panic, you told me he sleeps like he’s dead. Maybe he just missed his alarm?”

"Yeah, maybe. It still just... isn’t him.”

Maverick dialled, listening to Amelia hold her own quite well against the Daggers outside. The phone went to voicemail and Maverick frowned.

“Bradley, it’s Mav. Just making sure you’re okay, kid. Gimme a call when you get this.”

He tuned back into the Daggers and Amelia just in time for Amelia to tackle Phoenix. The pair laughed as they avoided each other, Phoenix hiding behind Coyote while Amelia wheeled around Hangman to grab her. Maverick snorted, dialling Rooster’s number again.

“C’mon in kids, it’s getting cold!” Penny yelled out to her daughter and the Daggers. They all headed in, piling into the small living area with ease. When Maverick got his voicemail again, he decided something wasn’t quite right.

-

“Bradley?”

Maverick carefully made his way into Rooster’s apartment, frowning at the way the room was just as cold if not colder than outside. He glanced over at the thermostat, telling him it was a comfortable temperature. When Maverick tried to adjust it the device beeped and the screen flashed a bright red.

Broken. That would explain a lot.

The sound of a harsh cough from upstairs made everything Maverick had go on overdrive and he flew up the stairs, running as fast as he could to the bathroom. He found Bradley doubled over by the sink, hand to his chest as he coughed and gasped and sobbed.

“Bradley! Hey, kid, c’mere. Hey, hey... what the fuck happened to you?”

Maverick put a hand on his back, giving it firm thumps. When Rooster could finally breathe a little easier, Maverick reached up to feel his forehead.

“I don’t think you’ve got a fever. What’s up with your thermostat? Are you alright?”

“Dunno, woke up coughing. It’s so cold...”

Maverick’s eyebrows shot up and he reached for the random hoodie hanging on the towel rack, helping Rooster get it over his head.

“Thermostat’s fucked,” Rooster said as he reached for the tap to wash his hands. He winced and Maverick took another look at him.

“Are you... hungover- hey, Roos, what’s going on?”

Maverick caught Rooster easily when he stumbled, pushing his curls back and guiding him out of the bathroom.

“Think the thermostat fucked you over too, huh kid?”

“Yeah... feel really congested and cold.”

“Alright, let’s get you into bed. C’mon. I was worried when you didn’t show up, Amelia was so excited.”

“Excited? Why would she be- her car! Did she like it?”

“She was ecstatic, but I also think she wanted you there. Your big brother status is improving, kid.”

[malicious-spectrum]

"fuck you all, and fuck me as well. merry christmas. check your bathroom now"

[cheio-do-vazio]

Fuck you all, and fuck me as well

Merry Christmas

Check your bathroom now

[shellacnet]

Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now.

[kuro2427]

"Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathroom now."

[technicolorxsn]

still have petscop on the mind

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Christmas Crush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem-Reader

Words: 6693 (yikes)

Summary: Bucky has been infatuated with you for months. Will the Christmas Spirit finally help him make his move?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (just all of it), fluff(I don’t know y’all, I have trouble qualifying this one), slightly dom partner, overprotective partner, SMUT (like over 3700 words of it y’all!), 18+

A/N: Sooo, this was supposed to be like 2500 words guys but I got a bit carried away. Made it in right under the wire for day 3 of my birthday week. This is also an entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge that is being hosted by @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline​. I chose the dialogue prompt “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” (from The Holiday). Please enjoy!!

“You better be wearing something nice, Barnes! No cargo pants!” you yelled out to the living area as you finished applying your makeup in the bathroom.

“Yes, boss!” He yelled back at you as he adjusted himself in the dress pants he borrowed from Sam. They weren’t uncomfortable, just tighter than he was used to.

“Dude, leave your crotch alone!” Wilson chuckled at him.

Bucky scowled at him and did his best to focus on anything else. “I can’t believe I let the two of you talk me into this.”

“You know how the boss-lady is, once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.” Sam gave him a grin as he lounged on the sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. “Would you relax? We’re going to a club, you literally fought of a group of five assassins on your own last week. This is nothing!”

“I’m used to fighting, I haven’t been dancing since….”

“Oh god, have you not gone out since World War II!” Sam threw back his head and gave a laugh from deep in his chest. “Hoo, boy this should be entertaining!”

The three of you had been on a surveillance assignment for the past three months, and a replacement team had finally arrived to take over for you. Your flight back to the states wasn’t until tomorrow, and you had insisted that all of you find something to do to get over the stir craziness that had taken over. When you found a flyer for a hip hop Christmas party at one of the fancier downtown clubs, you ran back to the suite and insisted that you all head out. Sam was of course down immediately, but it took you a while to convince Bucky it would be a good time.

It was hard for him to not feel like the third wheel sometimes with the two of you. You and Sam loved your hip hop, and Bucky still remembered the first time he walked into one of your sparring sessions while Wu Tang was playing and had to immediately turn around and leave, ears turning red as you and Sam shouted mirth-filled apologies after him. He was slowly warming up to the aggressive music style, but still occasionally pined for the days of the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby.

He squirmed in the dress pants again; when did they start making suits so tight? He rolled the sleeves of his deep green shirt up over his forearms, trying to get more comfortable as the lights glinted off his metal hand, when you finally came out of the bathroom.

“You two boys ready to go?”

Fuck me, he thought.

You were wearing a bright red dress that was covered in sequins. It was in a wrap style that was wide open across your chest, exposing the valley between your breasts almost down to your navel. A thin gold chain with a dark green stone dangled around your neck and nestled in your cleavage, drawing the eye as is twinkled in the dying light through the windows. The skirt portion of the dress was short enough that it was almost obscene, and the apex of the wrap was almost up to your hip. You topped off the look with a pair of thigh high black velvet boots.

“Damn, mama, you look good!” Sam whistled at you as he stood up and spun you around with one hand.

“You’re not too bad yourself Wilson. Barnes, you clean up real nice!”

He couldn’t speak. He was suddenly extremely aware of just how tight his slacks were, and he strode over to grab all your coats from the rack and hold his in front of his crotch as he handed Sam the other two, hoping it wasn’t obvious what he was trying to hide as he slipped it over his shoulders.

“Ok, then, let’s head out!” You said, giving Sam a look as he helped you slide into your wool coat. He just shrugged at you before donning his, and the three of you got on your way.

Sam and you walked arm in arm on the way to the club, chatting idly and laughing at the occasional quip. You tried to engage Bucky in the conversation, but he just marched behind you scowling, collar pulled up against the chill in the air.

He couldn’t deny he had developed a bit of a crush on you over the course of your assignment. You always tried to keep morale up in the surveillance house, brightening the air with your laughter as you baked some sort of treat for everyone, or broke out an obscene amount of liquor when two of you had a shared shift off. He still remembered the time you had indulged in the gin just a little too much during a game of poker and passed out with your head in his lap. He hadn’t slept or moved from that position the entire night until he had to relieve Sam in the morning, reluctantly removing your face from where it had nestled during your rest.

He did his best to move past his crush, trying to convince himself it was just an infatuation that needed to wear itself out.

Then he saw you fight for the first time.

Sure, he had seen you sparring with Sam, and may have even done a session with you himself he hadn’t been concerned about how his body would react in such close proximity to you. But when that group of thugs attacked the house last week, he really saw you in action.

You moved like water. Dodging every blow that was thrown at you and landing flurries of strikes of your own that seemed like they shouldn’t have caused any damage but would reduce your opponents to puddles. Bucky almost got knocked out when you had pulled out your knives to spin them through your expert fingers like they were extensions of your will. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom after the fight to jerk himself off, imagining it was your hands wrapped around him.

Now he watched your ass swaying back and forth in front of him as you arrived at the club, wearing those boots and that dress that made you look like walking sex. His mood soured as he handed his coat to the check girl and shoved his call ticket into his pocket, so he headed to the bar to get himself a drink.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder and gave a wince as he turned to face you.

“C’mon, Barnes, it’s Christmas!” You were giving him a heartachingly beautiful smile. “Wipe that frown off your face and come dance!”

He softened as you looked into his eyes. It wasn’t your fault he felt like a pervert everytime he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to go grab us a table for our drinks, you go have fun with Sam. Maybe I’ll join you in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and bit your lip, and he felt his gut clench and his cock twitch at that look.

“I’m sure. Enjoy yourself.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before ordering yourself a shot of vodka that you immediately tossed back before heading to join Sam on the dance floor.

Bucky took his double scotch to one of the tables scattered around the floor and perched himself on a tall stool. His gaze scanned the dance floor before finding you and he let out a groan.

If he thought your fighting was beautiful, it was nothing compared to your dancing. You looked ethereal and free as you tossed your hair, rolling your hips as your arms raised above your head and followed the motion in your torso before they sank back down and rolled along your sides, highlighting the curves of your body. Sam suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, causing you to throw your head back with a beautiful lilting laugh.

Bucky tossed back his scotch and flagged down a waitress, handing her his card and instructing her to keep the drinks coming. Maybe if he drank enough it would relieve the unbelievable ache he was feeling in his chest.

You and Sam joined him at the table after a few songs. You were breathless and flushed and all he wanted to do was kiss you then take you to an alley out back and fuck you stupid.

“Barnes, you are being a bit of a Scrooge here.” You grinned at him as you nibbled on a pretzel. Sam had headed to the bathroom, and you flagged down a waitress and ordered yourself a vodka cranberry before turning back to him. “I’ll order you to have fun if I need to.”

He grinned in spite of himself when you gave him a wink. “Sorry, Y/L/N, this isn’t really my type of party.”

“Aww, Bucky,” he took in a sharp breath, you’d never used his first name before. “You just need to loosen up. I can lend you a hand with that if you need it.” You reached a hand over and wrapped it around his wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

He almost said something then, but the waitress arrived back at the table at that moment with your drink and you turned to give her a smile and thanks. Sam arrived back from the bathroom then with a bourbon in his hand, accompanied by a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

“Bucky, Y/N, this is Marta, she’s a model!”

“Well hi there Marta, you going to steal my dance partner?” You were giving the girl a massive grin as you teased Sam.

“Yeah, Marta doesn’t really speak English.” Sam grinned.

“Oh, sorry.” You asked her the same question in Swedish.

Marta’s smile grew even bigger as the two of you started babbling away at each other while Bucky and Sam just shook their heads. Marta grabbed your hand suddenly and started to drag you away from the table.

“Be right back boys!” You said over your shoulder as you and your new friend headed off to the bathroom. Bucky watched you walk away and gave a deep sigh.

“Jesus Christ, man, you need to make your move already!” Sam said, exasperated.

Bucky almost choked on his scotch. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, wiping his chin with a napkin.

“Bruh, you’ve been staring at Y/N non-stop this whole night. Not to mention the fact that you were moping around the surveillance house for the past few months like a kicked puppy.” Sam shook his head as he tossed back the rest of his drink. “Oh, and if you thought you were sneaky about your little post-fight bathroom session last week, you are very mistaken.”

Bucky snapped his jaw shut and felt a flush creeping up his neck as he imagined your reaction to the discovery he had been touching himself to thoughts of your body underneath him.

Sam waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t notice. I sprayed the fuck out of that bathroom with Febreze after you left. I am never doing anything like that for you again, though.”

Bucky’s heart rate went back down in relief. “We work together Sam. Even if that wasn’t the case, what am I supposed to say to her?”

“Geez, man, just fucking kiss her!”

“Fuck, Sam, we haven’t even been on a date! Don’t women usually want that sort of preamble?”

“Some women, sure. But don’t treat them like a monolith. Y/N appreciates directness and the worst thing that could possibly happen is she tells you to back off.”

“She could stab me.”

Sam guffawed. “Don’t look so turned on at the thought, dude. She’s noticed how weird you’ve been acting. She thinks you don’t like her. One of the main reasons she made us all go out tonight was to hopefully get you to warm up some.”

Bucky sighed, he hadn’t meant to push you away. “I dunno, Sam. She’s super fucking intimidating.”

“Get over it, Barnes. If you don’t make a move, someone else definitely will.”

“Oh my god, Sam, get your ass out here! It’s Christmas in Hollis!” You and Marta were back on the dance floor now and you were bouncing up and down, waving your hand excitedly at Sam.

“Aw, shit, that’s my jam!” Sam was backing onto the floor now, trying to get Bucky to follow him before giving up and turning to you and his date.

An unsteady woman sank into the seat Sam had just vacated and gave Bucky a lecherous grin before she started talking to him in slurred Swedish.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you.” He shouted at her.

“Oh, American man.” The woman purred at him in what he assumed was supposed to be a sexy voice. “You, me, fuck in bathroom.”

Bucky didn’t hear her. A giant blonde man who looked like a knockoff Thor was dancing behind you now, trying to put his hands on your hips and grind his crotch into your ass.

Bucky watched you turn and place a hand on the intruder’s chest, giving him a polite smile as you stopped your dancing, saying something to him that Bucky couldn’t make out over the music.

The guy didn’t take the hint and put his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his front and putting a thigh between your legs, edging the hem of your skirt upwards.

Bucky didn’t realize he had been gripping the back of one of the chairs with his metal hand until he heard a crunch and looked down to see he had bent the frame when he clenched his fist.

“Knulla.” The suddenly sober woman said, standing up abruptly and scurrying away from the table.

Bucky found himself striding towards the dance floor, fists clenching and a low growl emanating from his chest.

That dirty fucker was still trying to hump you as you gave him a firm shove, trying to turn back to Sam and Marta. He wrapped a hand around your upper arm and jerked you back. Sam stopped dancing and tried to step in, but the son of a bitch slapped him in the face before turning back to you and smashing his mouth into yours, shoving his free hand up the front of your skirt to try to get at your pussy.

Bucky arrived just as you pulled back from the cocksucker and drew the offensive hand back so sharply, a snap resounded across the floor and he let out a scream.

Bucky punched him in the face before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him away from you as three security guards came rushing to the scene, too late to offer any sort of assistance. Marta managed to intercept them and started screaming at them in Swedish as you and Sam moved between Bucky and the giant Swede who was now a blubbering mess on the floor.

“It’s good Barnes, you can relax.” Sam said.

“Bucky, it’s ok. He isn’t worth it.” You were as close to Bucky as you had ever been. He could feel the heat radiating off you as you put a hand on his chest.

You had never seen Bucky so angry. His jaw was clenched so tight, you were worried the tendons in his neck were going to snap. He was breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he glared murderously at the man who had touched you.

“Baby, you can let it go. I’m ok.” You murmured low enough that only he could hear you.

He looked into your eyes and relaxed, taking a deep breath through his mouth and nodding as the security guards dragged your assailant out of the club.

“Good boy, now you owe me a dance.”

Bucky’s look instantly changed to confusion as you dragged him onto the dance floor, giving him a breathless laugh as you started dancing again.

He had no idea what to do with himself. You saw his look of utter helplessness and turned to face him. You placed his hands on your hips and your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You’re hips started rolling to the rhythm as the rest of your body swayed in time with the music. Bucky was too aware of his feet and broke eye contact to stare at them, trying to figure out how he was supposed to move.

He felt your hand lift his chin and you shook your head at him before bringing the front of your body flush against his. You lined up your hips to his and started rolling them, your legs on either side of his massive thigh as you gyrated against him. He let out a moan and screwed his eyes closed.

You brought your face against his neck and whispered in his ear. “Just relax honey.”

You dipped your hips slightly and he followed you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent as his brain finally stopped overanalyzing what he was doing.

You felt the muscles underneath his shirt tightening and releasing as he rolled his body against you and your pussy clenched over his thigh. You gave a soft gasp and hoped the rush of arousal hadn’t soaked through your panties and onto his pants. His hands were pressing into the soft skin of your hips, and you knew you would have light bruises there tomorrow.

You pulled away suddenly and Bucky groaned at the loss of you before you flipped your hair forward and dropped your ass, separating your thighs slightly as you slowly drew your back up Bucky’s front before nestling your ass into the dip in his pelvis that seemed made to fit you.

Bucky growled into your hair and nipped at the soft skin behind your ear before starting to grind himself into your ass. He brought his metal arm to press against your abdomen and push you further into him, while his other wandered up between your breasts, giving one of them a soft squeeze before loosely wrapping his fingers around your throat

You felt him harden against you and let out a small gasp, starting to pull away before his metal arm locked you in place.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe with his teeth.

His hips were moving at their own rhythm now, the music forgotten. Neither of you noticed Sam making an exit with Marta, grinning back at you before shrugging his coat over his shoulders and heading out into the snow.

Your breath was hitching softly as Bucky rutted himself against your ass, and the sound was driving him crazy. You could feel your cunt throbbing as it became slick, your arousal soaking your panties and threatening to start leaking down the insides of your thighs. He suddenly stuttered his hips and let out a hiss before stilling.

“Shit.”

He had come in his pants like a teenager, filling his boxer briefs and leaving a small wet spot on the front of his slacks. His arms released you as he stood up straight, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and screwing his eyes shut. He’d never been so embarrassed.

You shuffled the edge of your skirt down before turning around and pressing your lips against his softly. He groaned against your mouth as he brought his hands to either side of your face, tangling them in your hair. You discretely untucked his shirt as you kissed him, covering the evidence of his orgasm graciously. You pulled away before he could really lean into the kiss, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh.

You looked at him through heavy lids, biting at your kiss swollen lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the exit. “We’re going back to the hotel”

You tossed the coat tickets at the girl at the counter, breathing heavily as you tapped your nails impatiently. You snatched the coats from her without a word and tossed Bucky’s to him before charging out the door.

Bucky almost slipped several times back to the hotel as you set a brutal pace. He couldn’t get a read on you now and was worried he’d ruined things already.

You rode the elevator up to your floor in silence, one hip cocked to the side as you clicked the opposite heel against the floor rapidly. As soon as the doors opened, you strode down the hallway like you were possessed and Bucky hurried after you, concern written all over his face.

You arrived at the room first and wrenched the door open, leaving it open behind you as you stepped inside. Bucky was a few steps behind you but stopped at the entrance. He was certain you were going to lay into him as soon as he entered and wanted to take a moment to collect himself. He was running his metal fingers through his hair when your arm suddenly shot out, your fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt and hauling him inside as he let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

You slammed the door behind him and pressed him up against it, shoving your fingers under his collar and wrapping them around his neck before you smashed your mouth to his violently, clashing your teeth against his before shoving your tongue down his throat.

Bucky overcame his surprise quickly and grinned against your lips as he slid his coat off his shoulders before cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze.

Your lips left his suddenly, leaving him breathless. You gave him a small smirk before sinking to your knees and starting to undo his belt.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty cock from me baby. My pussy’s been gushing thinking about your hot length in my mouth.” You were kissing around the bulge in his pants as you slipped his loosened belt out of the loops and undid the buttons. He leaned his head back against the door and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had a woman speak to him like this before and it was making his cock ache. He jutted his hips forward and you rubbed your face against his cloth covered erection before drawing his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs swiftly, freeing his dick to bounce back up against his abs.

You spat in your hand and wrapped it around him, drawing a groan from his chest. You started peppering soft kisses along his shaft as you ran your hand up and down slowly. “God Bucky, you’re so fucking big, I can’t wait to feel this in my pussy. I need to taste your sweet cum first though honey.”

You softly ran one finger up the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip before dragging your tongue in a heavy stripe over the same path.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and let out a hiss. “Fuck, Y/N, who taught you to talk like that?”

 “Mmm, you like it sweetie?” You asked him wickedly as you ran your tongue over the sensitive slit along his tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to collect there.

“God, yes.” He couldn’t believe how much the filthy praises you were giving turned him on.

“I’ll give you as much as I can honey, but I’m worried this cock is going to fuck out my throat.” You took him in your mouth then, relaxing your throat as you drew in his entire length, feeling his balls hit your chin as you swallowed around him.

“Shit!” he thought you were going to go slower and he almost came immediately when you hollowed your cheeks around him and pulled him out slightly before taking him in again, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls.

He braced his metal arm against the door as he started to thrust his hips, fucking into your face as you choked around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“God baby, you’re taking my cock so good. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.” His hips picked up speed and he gazed down at you. You looked sinful, a flush in your cheeks and over your chest as you gazed up at him through thick lashes. You moaned around his cock as his praise caused a fresh rush of arousal to leak from your cunt.

“You gonna take my cum down like a good girl?” His hips were starting to stutter and you felt his cock twitch at the back of your mouth. You let out a tiny whine and tried to nod as he shoved himself all the way in, stilling himself as you felt his release run down your throat.

He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from you chin before softly cupping your cheek.

“Stay right there for a second pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered at him, your voice husky now that your throat was raw.

He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off over his shoulders, then removed his undershirt and tossed it aside too until he was standing in front of you naked.

You let out a low moan at the sight. His muscles were sculpted beautifully, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered to a happy trail that led down to his thick cock. The skin around his metal arm was scarred and puckered, and other faint scars were visible elsewhere on his body, giving him an air of danger and menace. Your cunt clenched as you took in the sight, biting your lips as you ached to run your hands over his body.

“Stand up.” He ordered you. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had spent months wanting to beg you for some sign of affection, but now that you were there kneeling in front of him, he just wanted to take it from you. And you were willing to give him whatever he required.

You drew yourself up slowly and he picked you up with one hand and wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought your mouth down to his and teased your lips open with his tongue as he carried you to the bedroom.

He knelt on the bed with you straddling him and started to trail rough kisses down your neck, sucking occasionally to draw a bruise against your skin.

As he reached your shoulders, he wrapped his metal hand through the chain around your neck and gave it a yank, snapping it off you. He drew the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits as you arched your back up to meet him.

“God Bucky, please” You whined as nuzzled his face into the valley between your breasts, his stubble scratching the skin there.

“You want something, baby?” he asked you wickedly, kissing slowly up the slope of your breast until he almost reached your nipple, then moved his mouth away again.

You groaned and wound your fingers into his hair. “Need your tongue on me, please baby.”

“Where did you want it sweet girl?” he asked innocently before cupping one breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his nose. “Did you want me to lick you here?”

“Yes, yes, fuck!!” His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, drawing it to a sensitive peak. “God Bucky, that’s so good!”

He brought up his metal hand to palm your other breast and you gasped at the contrast of the cool metal against your warm flesh. He tweaked the other nipple and you groaned. “You want my tongue on this one too, honey?”

“Pleasepleaseplease….” You whispered breathlessly, whining when he moved his mouth where you asked him. You started grinding yourself into his thigh, desperate for release as your pussy quivered and wept.

“No.” He ordered, grabbing your hip with his metal hand and holding you still. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock sweetheart.”

You let out a thin keen as tears leaked down your cheeks.

Bucky brought his face back up to yours, holding your chin with his other hand and kissing you hungrily. You cried into his mouth in desperation.

“You want this cock, pretty girl?”

“God, yes. Please, Bucky!”

“You asked me so nicely, honey. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He gripped your dress in his metal hand where it had gathered at your waist, gave it a twist, and ripped it off you, sequins and beads flying off the bed and across the floor. He grabbed your panties next and shredded them, bringing their ruins up to his face and inhaling your scent deeply before tossing them aside and giving you a wicked grin. You bent one leg up to start to remove your boots when he slapped your hand away.

“Leave those on.” He growled at you.

He took a moment to pause and look at you, memorizing every slope and curve of your body. He spread your legs wide and gave a low moan when he got a look at your pussy, coated in slick and swollen with desire. He drew two metal fingers softly up the inside of your thigh before running them over your sex, coating them in your arousal and making you moan. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl. Maybe once I’ve fucked you stupid with my cock I’ll eat you out.”

“Unnhh, Bucky, give it to me.” You begged him.

“You need something baby? You gotta be specific.”

“God, need you inside me. I fucking need your cock. Bucky, please.”

“Alright sweetheart. You better have at least five orgasms on my cock sweet girl. Otherwise I might have to spank you.”

He lifted your right leg and looped your knee over his elbow, opening you wide as he brought himself up to your entrance. He slowly drew his length through the slick gathered there as you whimpered, then he slammed into you, bottoming out right away and knocking the air out of you.

“FUCK!!!” you screamed as you came immediately, clenching and fluttering around him as you went rigid and started to tremble.

“That’s one, baby.” He grinned as he started to fuck into you, not bothering to wait for you to come down from your orgasm. “Shit, this pussy was fucking ready for me. Look at you gripping me so good, like you’re fucking made for my cock.”

“God, Bucky!” you whined. “You’re so big, keep moving baby. Fuck that’s so good!”

Lewd squelching noises filled the room, combining with the slap of flesh against flesh as he drove into you hard.

“Mmm, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey. You gonna come on my cock again?” Bucky slipped a hand underneath your ass and tilted your hips just a bit and felt you clench around him.

“Shit, right there. God, I’m coming again. Don’t fucking stop.” Your face screwed up as your second orgasm ripped through you, curling your toes in your boots as your legs quivered with the strain.

“Good girl.” He praised you as you fluttered around him, your release soaking your thighs as it seeped out around his cock. “I’m gonna move you now, sweetheart, get ready.”

His hand moved under your waist and he wrenched you up until you were flush against his chest. The coarse hair there scratched against your sensitive nipples and you gave a soft whine at the change in position.

Bucky stared into your eyes. Your face was a mess. Lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin. Mascara and tears running in streaks down your flushed cheeks. Mouth open and panting with need and pupils blown wide as you gazed at him through your thick eyelashes.

You looked like the perfect mixture of sin and sex. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He wrapped both his arms behind your shoulders and buried his hands in your hair, pressing your face to his and forcing his tongue between your lips and teeth, running it everywhere it could reach inside your velvety mouth, growling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened yourself up to him, whining as he increased his pace even more and you felt the tension gather in your core again.

“Give me another one, baby. My good girl. Show me how good that pussy is for me.”

You buried your face in his neck and groaned as you felt every muscle below your waist go rigid and another orgasm wracked you. You didn’t know if you could handle two more.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is making a mess everywhere.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gasped, hoping for a reprieve. But he just flipped you so you were on all fours and slammed back into you, making you scream.

“Just two more pretty girl. Then I’ll fill this pretty cunt with my cum.”

You didn’t know how he could last this long as he pounded into you relentlessly. He drew you up straight suddenly so your back was against his chest and you gave a small whimper. Your throat was raw from him fucking it and from your screaming, and the only sound you managed to make now was a stream of unintelligible mewls.

You leaned your head back against Bucky’s shoulder as he brought a hand up to palm at your breast. His metal fingers moved to the apex of your thighs and started drawing rough circles against your clit. You felt tears leaking down your cheeks as your pleasure began to gather. He drove them into you suddenly and you let out a thin wail as your entire body went stiff before vibrating with your release.

Bucky guided your fall forward gently until your face was resting against the blankets. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore so they laid limply next to your face as Bucky gripped both of your hips and drew them back to him over and over. You felt drool leaking from your open mouth as you blinked slowly. You were absolutely cock drunk. The sheer number and intensity of your orgasms had made your brain short circuit. He really had fucked you stupid.

Bucky slapped your ass suddenly and you gave a sharp gasp as you came one last time, fisting your hands into the blankets to try to keep from passing out.

“Good girl.” Bucky murmured at you. You could feel the smile in his voice and you felt your cunt clench around him at the praise. His hips started to stutter and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“You ready for me sweetheart? This pussy treated me so good, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You managed to moan out a single word through your hoarse throat. “Please…”

The wantonness in your voice pushed him over the edge and you felt his hips still suddenly as he released inside of you. The feel of his hot cum coating your velvety walls made you moan like a whore.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.” He gently lowered himself on top of you and you felt him soften inside of you. He peppered gentle kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pulled out of you slowly. You gave a contented sigh as he rolled off you and headed to the bathroom. You’d never been fucked so well in your life.

You heard the water running and you managed to lift your head to watch Bucky return, holding a damp washcloth. His abdomen, thighs, and cock were coated in your release, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom as he walked back towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked form filled you with a renewed sense of desire.

Bucky rotated you carefully until you were lying on your back and brought his face down to yours and gave you a soft kiss before moving himself between your legs. You heard him suck in his breath sharply when he got a good look at you, drawing your knees apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“Fuck honey, you’re beautiful.”

The skin of your mound and thighs was flushed red where he had thrusted into you repeatedly and it was all coated in the evidence of your multiple orgasms. Your cunt was swollen and pulsing as his cum slowly leaked out of you, collecting in a small puddle on the sheets.

Bucky gently cleaned your thighs and mound with the cloth, being careful to not irritate your already sensitive skin. Then he worked your folds apart with his metal fingers and drew the damp fabric over your slit slowly, collecting his release from your entrance. You gave a groan and pressed yourself into the cloth when he tried to pull it away.

“Jesus, sweetheart, already?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared at him. “Bucky, you promised.”

He shook his head and tutted his tongue at you. “No, I said I might eat you out after I fucked you stupid. No promises were made.”

“Bucky, please?” You begged him, your voice husky with lust.

He gave you a look then moved to kneel between your legs. “Can’t say no to you, pretty girl. Not after this pussy treated me so good.”

You gave a soft chuckle followed by a gasp as he flattened himself on the bed and drew your left leg over his shoulder, softly kissing and sucking down the inside of your thigh before he nuzzled himself into your folds.

He softly licked at your entrance, lapping up the renewed evidence of your arousal as he dragged his tongue up and down your slit before he wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and sucked softly.

“God, Bucky! More…please…” You moaned at him, winding your fingers into his hair and pressing him further into you.

He gently teased two metal finger around your entrance before inserting them slowly, grinning against you as he felt your pussy flutter around them.

He started fucking them into you steadily while he gently sucked at your clit, crooking his wrist to hit your sweet spot as he picked up speed.

“Fuck! Right there! Don’t you dare stop! So, so, good! Please baby!” You started babbling, the pitch of your voice getting higher as he edged you closer to your release.

He latched on and sucked hard at the same time he added a third finger, and you came apart around him, soaking his chin and stubble as your thighs tried to crush his head between them and your pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

Bucky crawled back up the bed and laid next to you, drawing you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You nuzzled your face into him and let out a low humming noise to show how content you were.

“God, it took you long enough, Barnes.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, pulling the blankets over the two of you and flicking off the bedside lamp.

“You know, you could have made a move yourself.” He murmured against your hair.

“And offend your World War II sensibilities, grandpa? You would have run away screaming.”

“Grandpa?”

“Whatever, you were scared of me. I didn’t want to frighten you off before you took advantage of your crush.”

“Right, crush.”

“Mmm, if this is how you fuck on the first date, what are you going to do when you fall in love with me?” You teased against his chest, your breathing growing deeper as you drifted off to sleep.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” He lied as he dozed off.

The snow was falling heavy over the city. And Bucky was dreaming about marrying you.