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Friendly Banquet
Pairing: logan sargeant x american!reader
logan gets chosen to host the end of the year dinner and that means the grid meets his partner
a/n: Iâm firmly ignoring august 27th and choosing to live in my bubble of ignorance. this is my first ever smau so plz be nice - i also donât have instagram or twitter so đ€·đ»ââïž doing my best with the format.
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logansargeant: honored to have been chosen to host this year's postseason dinner. canât wait to welcome everyone to the farm!
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user1: HEâS GOT A PARTNER?!?
user2: HE LIVES ON A FARM?!
user1: ok but I can see the vision
oscarpiastri: itâs about time - Iâve been waiting to go back for months
logansargeant: like Iâd invite you before I get my farm time in!
yourusername: donât listen to him Oscar! Youâre always welcome
oscarpiastri: youâre my favorite american
logansargeant: what?!
user3: oh i love them already
user4: what do you mean postseason dinner?!? EXPLAIN???
user5: if I find out this is an actual thing Iâm gonna explode
user6: right?!? Just how long have these âdinnersâ been going on?
user7: brb just going to cry my eyes out
user8: why haven't we heard of this before
alexalbon: so when I have a pack of pets itâs weird but when you do itâs ok?
logansargeant: I live on a farm
alexalbon: so?
user9: I need photos stat. I need more evidence of past dinners
user10: right? Like you know these dinners be lit af
yourusername: I canât wait either babe! But be warned - Iâm putting you to work when you get home! đđ©”
logansargeant: Iâve got my potato peeler locked and loaded âșïž
landonorris: you can cook? đ€š
logansargeant: unlike you? Yes
oscarpiastri: yeah heâs actually pretty good. but he had a great teacher
yourusername: awww thanks osc! đ§Ą
user11: oh my god. the emojis are gonna be the death of me
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yourusername: the animals are primped, preened, and are ready to welcome the grid to dinner! They promise to be on their best behavior!đ©”đ
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user12: omg they are so cute!!! Love them all!
user13: such photogenic pets đ
maxverstappen1: Iâm ready to meet them
logansargeant: theyâre always ready to make new friends
yourusername: they do love to meet new people!!
charles_leclerc: how are they with new animals?
yourusername: they love them! All of our animals are extremely friendly
charles_leclerc: merveilleux!
oscarpiastri: is that scout and ranger in the second photo? theyâve gotten so big!
yourusername: it is! And time seems to fly with them in our lives now đ
user14: oh are they new?
yourusername: they are! Weâre a rescue farm and scout and her new puppy were surrendered to us when their family realized they couldnât give them the care they needed. Ranger was just a newborn puppy â barely a week old
user14: omg thatâs so sad and so cute đ„č
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f1gossippage: It seems like the grid is on the move! Recently it has been revealed via an instagram post from logansargeant that the drivers attend a post-season dinner hosted by a fellow driver. This year itâs being held at farmname with logansargeant and apparent partner yourusername hosting. And not only are current grid members invited â notably seen traveling to the United States are Arthur Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux as well as former driver Sebastian Vettel.
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user15: farm seb? Farm Seb? FARM SEB?!?
user16: we get more Sebastian content? Plz plz plz!! Post! More! Photos!
user17: Iâm gonna cry if this is all we get. Please yourusername logansargeant post more photos when everyone arrives!
user18: the more I learn about this event the more fomo I getâŠ
user19: user18 gets me. Cause what do you mean Iâm not invited to this dinnerâŠ
user20: god what I would give to get a full list of everyone going?
user21: right? Like really?
user22: Iâd bet money on jenson going! Like thatâs his grid kid
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logansargeant: dinner prep starts early
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user23: god that looks so good đ
yourusername: donât forget about the grill babe!
logansargeant: like youâd ever let me hun
yourusername: �
logansargeant: I mean, yes dear. Whatever you say đ©”đ©”
lilymunhe: youâve got him well trained!
yourusername: right?
lilymunhe: teach me your ways!
alexalbon: what?
user24: im so jealous right? All of that looks so good and itâs just the prep?
user25: I need more photos of this dinner stat. Most of the gossip pages have the grid already at the farm! Whoâs helping? Whoâs banned?
yourusername: gonna be honest - most of the current grid is banned. Iâve seen the videos and have heard the stories. Not risking my le creuset
user25: oh god I feel that!
landonorris: hey! Weâre not that bad!
charles_leclerc:âŠ
carlossainz55:âŠ
alexalbon:âŠ
georgerussell63:âŠ
landonorris: yeah ok thatâs fair
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yourusername: oscarpiastri is giving a tour of the farm and its animals
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user26: Iâve never wanted to be an animal more in my life
user27: nurse sheâs out again! (I completely agree)
oscarpiastri: ok but youâve definitely downplayed how many animals you have
logansargeant: dear?
yourusername: đ„č
logansargeant: đ
oscarpiastri: đ
yourusername: đâșïž
danielricciardo: what stallions you guys have!
yourusername: they are gentle queens đ
yukitsunoda0511: I love them. Thank you for having them and letting us ride them!
yourusername: of course!
user28: ok but what is happening Alex and Lily in the fifth pic? Like what is Alex doing???
lilymunhe: his bestâŠ
alexalbon: hey!
user29: ok but i love how both Lando and George got cornered by some animals in the 4th and 6th pictures
landonorris: they followed me! Everywhere!
oscarpiastri: this just in! Goats scare lando!
landonorris: you muppet! Theyâre creepyâŠ
yourusername: đ„č they just like you lando!
landonorris: if they could like me from a distance Iâd prefer that
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logansargeant: Iâd classify dinner as a success! Big thanks to yourusername for everything you do and have done - I wouldnât be where I am without you and can no longer imagine a life without you. It was a dream to host this dinner with you đ©”
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user30: im? crying?
user31: oh my god same. Like I didnât expect to open instagram to see such loving words
yourusername: babe đ„č ⊠I love you so much and there is literally nowhere else Iâd rather be then cooking dinner and washing dishes with you
logansargeant: even the most simple of chores sound like a dream if I can do them with you
user32: ok Iâve just been called single in about 12 different ways đ
oscarpiastri: well I was gonna tease you a little but nowâŠI had a great time on farmname with you guys. Thanks for the wonderful memories
logansargeant: you know youâre always welcome Oscar
yourusername: weâll keep the lights on and your bedroom prepared
user33: brb just going to cry my eyes out
alexalbon: thank you yourusername and logansargeant - it was a fitting end to the season
yourusername: it was a pleasure to have you! Youâre always welcome as well
alexalbon: will definitely take you up on that. Logan mentioned sheep cuddle parties and I need to experience that
logansargeant: itâs definitely something else!
user34: oh my god it looks so pretty! All those fairy lightsâŠ
user35: lights? Iâm just focused on how much food is apparently there. Thatâs like 3 different tablesâŠ
yourusername: I wasnât taking any chances. No one goes hungry at my table
charles_leclerc: we definitely didnât! It really was very good!
maxverstappen1: definitely the best grid dinner Iâve been too!
landonorris: hey!
carlossainz55: mateâŠ4 people got food poisoning last year
landonorris: who said it was cause of my dinner?
georgerussell63: We arenât taking any chances and youâve been officially banned from hosting any future dinners
yourusername: im sure it wasnât that bad landonorris
landonorris: oh no it was. Best not let me host again
user36: who let you host in the first place?!?
georgerussell63: Itâs a random draw chosen before summer break and itâs now GPDA policy that landonorris doesnât have a chance again
lewishamilton: thank you for the invite and for the truly delicious vegan food
yourusername: it was an absolute pleasure! And im glad those dishes came out good đ first time cooking vegan so I wasnât sureâŠ
lewishamilton: really? I definitely couldnât tell. They were spectacular
yourusername: make sure you take some home then!
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pro bono
member â lawyer!wonwoo x lawyer!reader genre â smut, fwb to ?? word count â 1.1k synopsis â you and your coworker jeon wonwoo have been working on this case for months. now that it's finally over, he shows you that "for the public good" doesn't mean that he can't be good for you, too. aka: lawyer wonwoo fucking coworker reader after winning a case smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, prone bone (the title is a pun hehe), creampie (shocker i know!), spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mirror sex, coworkers fwb!wonu, gratuitous descriptions of how wide wonu's shoulders are just because i can notes â requested by @junhuisms sorry this took so long bff </3 â lots of love to @onlymingyus for proofreading !! â probably some legal inaccuracies bc i know nothing about the law i'm just here to fuck the hot man so go easy on me pls. i really meant for this to be a longer fic but it's been in my docs for almost a year and i've been trying to not pressure myself to write a certain amount so i hope this is still able to live up to your expectations :) i know i've been pretty mia recently but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things so feedback is super super appreciated! hope you enjoy! note #2 â tumbly still hates me and is super finnicky about putting my posts in the tags so i haven't been able to use my regular divider image bc it bugs out :(( i've tried everything i'm sorry but pls lmk how you like this new one!
youâd been working on this case for months, and it had been one to make or break your career. weeks upon weeks of research, reviewing documents and studying laws to make sure your arguments were seamless.
the upside to all this work, however, was that you got to know your coworker wonwoo better, who youâd been assigned to work on the case with. and by âget to know him,â what you really meant was âget railed every night after workâ.
and tonight, after the trial had wrapped up and the courtâs final decision had ruled in your favor, you found yourself where youâd grown accustomed to spending all your nights: in his penthouse apartment, and more specifically, in his bed.
the floor-length mirror in his room was one of your favorite things, because no matter what position you were in or how you were angled, you could always see wonwoo. see his broad shoulders, see his muscles flexing, see his abs tensing right before he cums; and god, it drives you crazy.
but it drives him even more crazy as he fucks you into his mattress, watching in the mirrorâs reflection how your eyes are squeezed shut and tears stream down your cheeks onto his pillowcase.Â
itâs one of his favorite positions, as youâve learned over the past few months, to have you lying flat on your stomach as he fucks you from behind. with your body at this angle, he can get so much deeper into you, you can practically feel it in your stomach, and with only just a handful of thrusts he can make you fall apart on his cock in a matter of seconds.Â
tonight, however, itâs taken less than that to make you cum. the pride of winning the case has him on a high, and he barely even needed to get you stretched out first. but he did anyway, his face buried between your thighs for what felt like eternity until you were pushing his head away and begging him to stop teasing.
you yelp as he twists his hand in your hair, yanking your neck back so you can see your reflection in the mirror.
your eyelids droop heavily, jaw hanging open as wonwoo meets your eyes in the mirror. âyou see how well i fuck you, baby?â he groans, squeezing your hip with his other hand. âtaking it so fucking well⊠iâve fucked you stupid, havenât i?â
all you can manage is a moan as tears begin to form in your eyes from the pleasure. you whimper quietly, noises muffled by the pillow as you struggle to catch your breath in between thrusts. you can already feel the burn of another orgasm in the pit of your stomach, and wonwooâs hands pushing down on your lower back are making it impossible to hold back.
âmy good girl,â he coos and he lets go of his hand in your hair, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself as your head falls forward and back down onto the pillow. âdonât hold back those pretty sounds. let everybody hear how you like to celebrate your wins. you deserve it, baby.â
âjust as much a win for youâ as it is for me,â you manage to gasp out. you struggle to keep your eyes open but you force yourself to, determined to see the way his face contorts in the mirror. his eyebrows furrow as he adjusts the angle of his hips, staring down at your ass, back arching into him and forcing his cock deeper with every stroke.
he leans down over you, caging your body with his own, his mouth brushing against the back of your neck. âwe both know you did most of the work. and this⊠this is your reward.â
âwonwooââ you moan out brokenly as his hands knead your ass roughly, grabbing at your skin and spreading you apart so he can push into you with more force. you clench around him and he curses, his hips starting to stutter.
without warning he pulls out, rolling you over onto your back. you whine at the sudden loss and at the ache in your muscles, but wonwoo just leans forward over your body to kiss you and suddenly you forget everything you were thinking about. youâre so caught up in his mouth on yours and his hands sliding over your body that you barely even notice when he pushes his cock back into you, never breaking away from your lips as he starts out a steady rhythm, gradually building back up to his pace from earlier.
finally he pulls away, sitting up to put his hands on the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. your breath catches in your throat with each thrust, your mind reeling as you concentrate on the feeling of him so deep inside you, pressing against that sweet spot over and over again.
his broad chest is the only thing that fills your vision as you cum, and your brain barely registers the words that leave his mouth in that deep, gravelly voice youâve become accustomed to hearing nearly every night.Â
âtaking every inch so fucking well,â he grunts, forehead glistening with sweat. âgod, you look so good taking my cock.â his movements become more and more desperate as he starts to chase his high, his fingers digging into your skin so roughly to the point that you know youâll find bruises there in the morning.Â
still breathing heavily, you whine out his name one last time, sending him over the edge right behind you in a matter of seconds. he lets out a guttural groan, continuing to snap his hips frantically as your walls squeeze around his throbbing cock.
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
wonwoo chuckles, handing you your purse and helping you shrug your coat on as you attempt to wipe the smudged mascara from your cheeks with your thumbs.
âsame time, monday night?â you ask as he walks you down the hall to the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.
he nods, not even making an attempt to hide the grin on his face. âyou keep winning cases like you did today, and you might as well just move in. save you the trouble of calling a taxi every night.â
you laugh, knowing heâs not serious but your heart races at the thought anyway. âyou keep fucking me like that, and i might take you up on that offer.â
he hums and raises his eyebrows, but you can tell heâs pleased. âi knew having that mirror installed was a good investment.â
you might not be getting paid for taking on pro bono cases, but just knowing that youâre helping people makes up for it. and of course, the compensation you get from your coworker is more than enough to keep you coming back for more.Â
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MEDDLE ABOUT
SYN. Being co-stars with your ex-boyfriend of three months is basically hell; or at least, that's what you think. AKA: Sukuna wants you back, whether he's acting or not.
TAGS. actor AU, fem!Reader, mean!Sukuna, exes to lovers, forced proximity, sharing a cigarette, smoking, arguing, eventual smut, Sukuna likes to shut you up with his dick, cockwarming, answering the phone during séx, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, porn w/o plot, use of pet names: baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, my dear (mockingly)
WC. 5.4k (please read anyway đ)
AN. requested by anon (you didn't specify any genre, so i just freestyled đ€·ââïž), animated dividers by @/cafekitsune; i'm a sucker for actor AUs; available on ao3; MDNI
âI know you wanna kiss me,â you smiled, leaning closer to Sukunaâs face. Your noses were barely apart, and you couldnât tell where his breath ended, and where yours started. To be honest, this was far more intimate than any other kiss scene you ever had to film.
âYeah?â Sukuna grinned, getting equally as close. âAnd whatâre you going to do about that, pretty girl?â
â. . .Fucking slap you, thatâs what.âÂ
âCUT!â The director yelled, groaning in exasperation. âCâmon, people. I know itâs been a long day, but put your differences aside for the sake of one movie, will ya? When you receive your paycheck, youâll regret all of this âhuffing and puffingâ you two are both doing right now.â
You exhaled, pulling away from Sukuna. Itâs not that you couldnât remember your correct lines, itâs just. . . You couldnât take it anymore. Being in the same room as him, breathing in the same air as him, starring in the same movie with him. Fuck, you hated this.
You and Sukuna had broken up exactly three months ago despite having what seemed like a pretty healthy relationship. Seemed is the key word.
Of course, you two had your ups and downs, like an ordinary couple, but what differentiated you two from a normal couple was the fact that you guys both juggled busy careers as an actor and actress. Being booked with interviews, PR stunts, and in general, movies, you and Sukuna didnât have the ability to spend much time together. And, as if that wasnât enough, there was constantly a multitude of women on his arm during movie premieres. Yeah, you knew those were all for PR, but still, it hurt to see your boyfriend standing with a woman that wasnât you every day.
At first, you thought you could take it. Being an actress yourself, you had your fair share of rumors and made up scandals. But it came to a point where you couldnât take it anymore. You and Sukuna broke up, consequently, and fans immediately voiced their opinions and concerns, bombarding Twitter with trending tags, and posting videos on several apps. The internet had been obsessed with you guys as a couple since the first movie you two co-starred inâwhich was years agoâso their complaints definitely werenât for naught.
Originally, you thought that your relationship with Sukuna would end on good terms, but boy, oh boy, were you wrong. Sukuna, just mere days after your breakup, was spotted by paparazzi walking around the city with his arm around a girl you definitely did not recognize as one of his current co-stars. And to make matters worse, he had the audacity to hit you up and ask if he could come over to your penthouse right after.
Men, am I right?
You two may or may not have slept together as exes a few times after your inevitable argument about him and that new girl, but rest assured, you did eventually break things off permanently. Well, you thought you did. As if by fate, you and Sukuna were casted as co-stars in an up-and-coming romance movie that had your fans just dying in anticipation of finally being able to see their favorite (broken up) couple together on screen again.
To be frank, you were originally going to pass up the role as the female leadâseeing as your luck had landed you as co-stars with Sukunaâbut your manager apparently really, really wanted you to work on the film, saying things like Think of how elated your fans will be and Itâs an adaptation from a book that made millions and Just imagine all of the PR and promoting you could do. It took a while of convincingâand coercingâto get you to finally agree to the role since, after all, PR was the main reason for your and Sukunaâs breakup. But, honestly, you would be lying if you said there werenât any feelings left for your ex-boyfriend, Sukuna.
âI think we should all take a breather,â Sukuna began, jeering, âbefore someone gets all hot and bothered by just being on the same set as me. Wouldnât you agree?â Sukuna turned to you, an expression on his face that just made you want to punch him in the nose.
ââHot and botheredâ, seriously? Donât make me laugh.â You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.
Sukuna tilted his head to the side, grinning. âDo you think Iâm joking? I could feel the way your heart was racing earlier, when we had to shoot that hugging in the rain scene. Just admit it, this isnât acting for you.â
He was definitely self-projecting, you scowled just by the thought of it.
âOh, donât give me that look, sweetheart. We all know how you really feel,â Sukuna teased, leaning down to your eye-level. His breath fanned your reddening ear as he whispered, âYou want me so bad it makes you look fucking stupid.â
And when he pulled away, Sukuna added one last remark, âI know itâs been a long three months for you. Say, howâs that blondie treating you, hm? I bet his dick is as small as his future in acting.â
âRyomen, just stop.â You shook your head. âItâs not like that with him, and you know that. Just leave me alone.â
You shoved at his chest as you walked off set, your assistants following you promptly with water bottles and towels.
In all honesty, you remembered it like it happened yesterday. Before you and Sukuna became boyfriend and girlfriend, your first meeting was in a movie that you both starred in as the female and male lead. It was a romance movie, of course, that was about a couple meeting on an island while both on individual vacations. You two spent most of your days on set in swimsuits and bikinis, consuming fake alcoholic beverages, and, consequently, sleeping togetherâafter the tension just grew unbearable.
On and off camera, Sukuna had been growing an attraction towards you. I mean, who could blame him? You two had to be near each other while being basically half-naked. And, if your pretty face wasnât enough to beguile Sukuna, your ass definitely was. From the moment he shook hands with you at your first meeting as co-stars, he knew he had to have youâacting or not.
That movie was the start of the skyrocketing of both your and Sukunaâs career in acting. Fans quickly noted how much chemistry the two of you had together, and how well you two could act out emotions and intimate scenes. What the audience didnât know, though, was that you and Sukuna had started seeing each other a few weeks after shooting together.
Sukuna had invited over the whole cast and team for drinks after a successful movie premiere, and you two ended up talking and conversing in his kitchen whilst a little under the influence. You two hit it off, and learned that being an aspiring actor wasnât the only thing you two had in common. One glass turned into two, and two turned into stumbling into Sukunaâs bedroom after everyone had responsibly ordered a cab home.
Waking up the morning after, and deciding it wasnât just going to be a one night stand, you and Sukuna thus began your new relationship. At first, you two avoided being spotted in public together, but it came to a point where your relationship just couldnât be hidden anymore and you both decided to go public. The internet responded almost immediately with cheers, enthusiasm, and occasionally, expressions showing how un-surprised they were. I mean, you two had been shipped together almost constantly; making it official was almost expected.Â
Years passed, the honeymoon stage was over, your careers were more demanding and busy than they had ever been, and, well, you know the rest.
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âFancy seeing you here.âÂ
A grimace immediately made its way onto your face at the sound of Sukunaâs voice calling out to you from behind.Â
âHilarious,â you deadpanned, turning to face Sukuna as he sat down beside you and slung an arm around the back of the couch, âI was hoping the next time I saw you would be at your funeral.â
âA little harsh, donât you think?â chided Sukuna, as he brought out a cigarette and lit it.
You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back against the couch. âWhat do you want?â
âIsnât it obvious?â Sukuna leaned his face closer to yours, his eyes running down your face and naturally drifting to your lips.
âUnless youâre being your usual asshole-self, and here to annoy me in my dressing room, Iâm afraid not.â
After you stormed off set, the director decided it was best to just call it a day and continue filming tomorrow. You went outside for a bit to get some fresh air, before deciding to return to your dressing room and get unready. Stripping down and putting on nothing but your robe, you had sat yourself down on the couch and picked up a magazine, planning on spending a few minutes relaxing before making your way home. Sukuna barging in, despite being off the clock, was something you definitely werenât expecting. He wasnât supposed to be here, and if someone found out. . .
âYouâll be in a lot of trouble if my makeup artist comes in here and sees you,â you commented. âGo smoke somewhere else.â
At this, Sukunaâs eyes flickered up to your own, and he removed the cigarette from his lips before blowing out the smoke right in front of your face. Your nose scrunched up, as if on instinct, and Sukuna booped your nose with a shit-eating grin on his face.
âI swear,â you began, snatching the cigarette out of Sukunaâs hands, âif I donât kill you, I hope these will.â Now was your turn to put the cigarette between your lips. You inhaled, and took a deep breath. But, only moments after, the cigarette was out of your hands and abruptly stubbed on a nearby ashtray.
Sukuna looked at you with an intent look on his face. âAs much as I find that hot, Iâd rather I be the one damaging my lungs. Not you.â
âLooking out for little old me? How cute,â you smiled, your tone sarcastic. âI see youâre not over us, yet, hm? Did that new girl change your mind?â
You leaned closer to Sukuna, your shoulders brushing ever so slightly.
As soon as you mentioned that other chick, Sukuna rolled his eyes. âOh, please. It was nothing, we didnât even hold hands. Câmon, all we did was sit next to each other at a party, and now youâre on my ass about her?â
You shrugged, picking up the magazine you had previously discarded and flipping through the pages with faux interest. âOh, really? Didnât look that way to me. You two sure seemed buddy-buddy.â
âLike hell we did. Fuck, do you want me to bring up that twig you were with last week? Kidâs got no meat on his arms. Canât even call him a man. Is that seriously how low youâre willing to go, babe?â Sukuna scoffed at your lack of attention to him. âShitâs even worse than a downgrade.â
âYou can think that all you want. But I definitely disagree.â You struggled to stifle a giggle.
Sukuna, furrowing his brows, narrowed his eyes at you. âThe fuck do you mean by that? Donât tell me youâve seen his dick.â
âI dunno, have I?â You turned to Sukuna, meeting his gaze with an equal amount of irritation.
âMustâve been pretty small, though, if you canât even remember it,â Sukuna pressed, leaning closer to you, your noses touching, before pulling away. âWhatever, this is boring. Say, how about we get back to where we left off, and practice that kissing scene, hm? I think itâs a great idea.â
âRyomen, letâs not. You know weâre done. Been done. Weâre through.â
âYou donât really mean that.â
âOh, is it not obvious? I think it was pretty obvious when you had the nerve to get with a new girl just days after we broke up. And then you have the balls to call me right after the paparazzi catches you two. Really, Sukuna? I donât mind the idea of us ending on neutral terms, but . . . 48 hours? Two days after we broke up, and youâre already fucking some girl? Way to go, Sukuna.â
âDonât get ahead of yourself there, baby. We didnât even kiss, did you see any pictures of us kissing? No. And, besides, itâs called provocation. Honestly, you should be praising me, because it worked in the end, didnât it? I came âcrawling backâ like one of your little bitch boys, and what happened? Oh, I remember; you let me right the fuck in to your apartment.â
As much as you hated to admit it, you couldnât deny Sukuna. He was right. And, just the mere thought of what you two did after he hit you up brought heat to your cheeks.
The very same night after pictures of Sukuna and that new girl started circulating around the internet, Sukuna decided to text you:
hey pretty girl,
you up?
You were drying yourself off with a towel when you received two notifications on your phone, and when you saw the contact name, you frowned and turned off your phone without giving a response. Minutes after, there was a ring on your doorbell, and when you checked the camera, lo and behold, stood none other than the last pink-haired man you wanted to see that evening.
When you opened the door, wearing nothing other than a towel around your still dripping body, Sukuna couldnât help but shamelessly check you out, deciding then and there that this definitely wasnât going to be the end of your relationship. Of course, an argument ensued soon after, because thatâs what life was like dating a dick like Sukuna. Luckily for you, however, Sukunaâs bulge in his pants was bigger than his ego, and so it made up for all of the playful bullying and teasing remarks that he frequently gave.
Sukunaâbecause he wasnât born yesterdayâknew his looks and charms fairly well, and often used them as a weapon or bargaining chip. Thatâs why, after you spent a minute or two berating and yelling at Sukuna near your front door, it only took the man one look into your eyes and one sultry comment to have you both stumbling into the . . . bedroom? No, you two had been apart for two days too long, and just decided to utilize your expensive kitchen counters for purposes completely unrelated to cooking.
The next morning, you two woke upâafter getting just half an hour of sleepâand didnât untangle from each otherâs limbs until your manager called you nearly a hundred times, and forced you to get up and attend some interview or something. That, however, was not your last night with Sukuna. You two met upâintentionally or notâwithin the same week, whether it be at interviews or just random outings, and meddled with the other until one of you would fold (usually Sukuna) and consequently do something you would end up not fully regretting the next morning.
This affair continued until you finally came to your senses and blocked Sukuna out from your life in all ways possible. But, due to his bank account, Sukuna did end up purchasing multiple different phones just to be able to contact you. You may or may not have given in a few times, but in the end, you did end up leaving Sukuna for good.
âReminiscing, are you? Itâs okay, Iâve been doing that every night since you left the penthouse,â Sukuna laughed, noticing the way you went silent. You hated the way he referred to his place as The penthouse, and not, simply, his penthouse because, to be frank, for the years you both spent as a couple, you practically lived together despite having individual residences.
âWhat the hell, Sukuna. JustâWhy are you evenâ?â
Sukuna cut you off, rolling his eyes. âI find it pretty hard to believe that not a single part of you misses me. Donât lie; lying is a sin, yâknow.â
âSukunaâExcuse me? Donât give me that shit. âLying is a sinâ my ass. You must have to ask for Godâs forgiveness pretty often, then. I canât believe you want to call me a sinner, I mean, justâjust look at you! Youâre no saint, either, and you know that damn well.â
Sukuna raised his hands in defense, humoring you. âWoah, looks like Iâve been caught,â he laughed, before getting a little more serious. âBut, donât try to avoid the fact that youâre not innocent. Okay, we broke up due to not being able to make time for each other, and because of how much women I had to be around. Yeah, I get that. But itâs not like I was the only one taking up PR stunts. You did the same, too, didnât you? So donât try and paint me out to be the bad guy, when, at the end of the day, we did the same fucking thing.â
Irritated, you pinched the space between your brows. âI barely have any energy to say something to your stupid face right now. We broke up because of that, but also because of how much of a fucking dick you were and are. I knew you werenât a total angel when we got together butââ
âLook. Do you want a nice guy?â
â. . .â
âDonât feel pressured to answer, baby. We all know how you really feel.â
âGo. to. Hell. Sukuna. Seriously. This? Again? Do you even know how much of an ass you are? I should deserve an award for putting up with your shit for so long, Godââ
âYeahh, just keep talking,â said Sukuna in a teasing manner, as he leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs apart. You had never wanted to sit somewhere so bad.
âAre you fucking kidding meâmmph!â
You wouldâve continued yelling and cursing Sukuna out for being such a dick had he not roughly pressed his lips against yours, immediately shutting you up. Because you still had some self-respect left, you fought back, throwing weak punches at his chest; but when Sukuna caught your wrists in his hands, you knew it was game over. Your muffled complaints soon turned to whimpers and sighs, as you shut your eyes and let your body do the talking.
Minute after minute, you gradually turned to putty in Sukunaâs hands. Fuck, as much as you hated to admit it, you had truly missed this. The feeling of his large, coarse hands roaming your body, tracing your curves, the feeling of his soft, but unruly hair under your fingertips, but most importantly, the feeling of his lips on yours.
At this point, you couldnât even remember why the two of you broke up.
âSukuna,â you murmured, pulling away for a moment to breathe. âWeâre not together anymore. We shouldnâtââ
âShouldnât?â repeated Sukuna, eager to get back to where you left off. âAre you in a relationship with someone else? Am I in a relationship with someone else? No, and no. So enlighten me, my dear, why should we stop?â
â. . .â It was like he was challenging you, except, this time, it was a battle you could afford to lose. You wanted Sukuna, you really did. But admitting it was the hard part. You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating every outcome, as Sukuna continued to stare at you with so much desire you could practically feel it.
âAre you hesitating because,â Sukuna paused, ââbecause you fucked someone else while I was gone?â
You sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat; you had never been more conflicted in your life. Placing your hands on Sukunaâs shoulders, you pushed back until Sukuna was sitting on the couch, and you were sitting on top of himâseated on his lap. As if on instinct, his hands made their way from your hips to the curve of your ass.
Sukuna gripped the globes of fat and muscle with a purpose, and let out an exaggerated groan at the missed feeling of you practically sitting on his dick. You were wearing nothing but a dainty, silky robe, and you clearly didnât cross it over your chest too well, as Sukuna could see almost everything he had been missing out on during the past few months.
âDonât even think about lying to me. I can feel you throbbing on my thigh, yâknow.â
â. . .And?â You raised a brow; whispering in Sukunaâs ear, âWhat about it?â
Biting your lip, you let your hands wander up and down Sukunaâs neck, the spot you knew he liked you touching. When you broke things off with Sukuna, you didnât know you could miss being able to trace his tattoos as bad as you did.
âOh?â asked Sukuna. But when his fingers wandered up your robe, there was a sudden change in Sukunaâs demeanor, and he sucked in a breath.
âAdorable,â you laughed. âCat got your tongue?â
âShit, baby,â Sukuna groaned, âI bet you were expecting me to come and visit your little dressing room, huh. Even planned ahead and gave me a little surprise. Cheeky thing.â
Just seconds earlier, Sukunaâs fingers had been teasingly ghosting where you wanted him most, but when he noticed the lack of underwear you had on, he nearly lost it. You clearly werenât making it easy for Sukuna to stay composed, he was sure of that much. Despite all of his belittling and teasing remarks, he definitely wasnât as unaffected as he let himself seem to be.
âWeâve just been apart for so, so long.â You looked into Sukunaâs eyes, a faux pout on your lips as you looped your arms around his neck and pressed your tits up against his chest. âCan you blame me?â
âFuck, girl,â Sukuna kissed his teeth. âYouâre dripping wet. All for me?â
âWho the fuck else?â
Sukunaâs fingers danced around your entrance, collecting your slick as you pressed your thighs together, trapping his hand between your legs (not like he was complaining, though; that was probably the closest to Heaven Sukuna would ever get in his lifetime). âMmm, thatâs what I like to hear.â
It wasnât a surprise when you pressed your lips against Sukunaâs, bringing him in for another zealous kiss. In an effort to get impossibly closer, your body curved into his, like you were puzzle pieces molded and created just for each other. You two moved in sync, as if you had both rehearsed this before; but, in truth, you two had just made out too many times to count, so kissing Sukuna was basically like breathing air. You needed it to survive, and, it was light work. What more could you say?
The tension and lust between you two grew, and your dressing room soon filled with the sound of sensual desire, moans and quiet gasps, and the creaking of the framework of your unfortunate couch, which had the misfortune of being beneath the two of you.
From the moment you had begun straddling his lap, you had pretended not to notice the growing erection below you; but, by now, it was pretty hard to ignore the bulge pressing against your ass. It was like, during the months you two spent apart, Sukunaâs dick was growing even larger than before. You didnât remember it being so big. And, just the sight of it was enough to make you lick your lips in fear? Anticipation? . . .Definitely a mix of both.
As Sukuna made a show of removing his belt and pants, he grinned at the evident look of unfamiliarity on your face. âScared?â
âOf course not,â you quipped, trying to put up a front, but your body betrayed you, displaying otherwise.
âNaturally,â Sukuna mocked, âthatâs why I can practically feel your arousal, right?â
You bit your lip, âShut up.â
Sukuna laughed, pushing the ends of your robe up to rest on your hips, and sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing each cheek with an equal amount of force. Damn, thought Sukuna, he had missed his favorite girls.
âJust because we havenât done this in a while doesnât mean you have to be afraid of it. Câmon,â Sukuna slowly repositioned and lowered your hips and spread your legs apart, easing his dick through your cunt, âthereâs nothing to be shy about. I know youâve been missing this.â
It was true, you and Sukuna hadnât fucked in three whole months, and your body was definitely starting to forget how he felt. The feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate Sukunaâs length and size burned pleasurably, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan, which, in turn, just came out as a whimper instead.
Bracing yourself, you planted both palms on Sukunaâs broad shoulders as your lashes fluttered and your eyes shut tight. âSoânnghâSo big, Sukuna. God.â
âBet youâre real glad you decided to accept this role, after all, huh.â
Your eyes snapped open, and you glared at Sukuna. âWill you just shutâoh!â
Just as you were about to yell at Sukuna, he decided it was the absolute perfect time to give a rough thrust; and you couldâve sworn you felt him in your womb. Throughout all the years you two had been together, you rarely had the opportunity to actually sit on his dick, and, now that you had the chance, you realized how full you felt in this position compared to how you two usually fucked. Sukuna knew you liked it rough, but this . . . was like nothing you had experienced before.
Sukunaâlaughingâleaned down just enough to whisper in your ear, âYou were saying?â
âFuck,â you gritted your teeth. âJust move, Sukuna, goddamnit. Whatâs the holdup? Donât tell me the late twenties are catching up to your libido.â
âHa! in your dreams. I was just thinking of a new way we could have fun. Letâs see, just how long can you go without moving, hm?â
You gulped. âW-What? Why would youâ?â
âBecause itâs exciting, and spices up things. Donât you think so?â
â. . .â
As the minutes idly passed by, you grew hot and bothered, and exasperated. You couldnât believe Sukuna was making you do this. Nearly ninety days you two spent apart, and now that you had gotten back together, he had the audacity to leave you high and dry? In a final attempt at getting any satisfaction, you moved to roll your hips, desperate to create any amount of friction to free you from this everlasting state between Heaven and Hell; but two rough hands abruptly caught you in motion, and swiftly held you down.
âAh, ah, ah,â tutted Sukuna, in a mocking tone. âDid I say you could move?â
Clearly frustrated, you let out a whine; but as your hands move to give punches against Sukunaâs chest, he catches your wrists in his hands with ease, an evil smile on his face, like a predator that had successfully cornered their prey and was just seconds away from latching their teeth in.
The belt was already pretty loose, so when one of the sleeves on your robe slipped down your shoulder, revealing your bare chest, no one was that surprised.
âOh?â Sukuna began. âWhat have we here?â His scarlet eyes roamed up and down your figure, as his grip on your wrists turned almost deathly.
âYou . . . bastard,â youâsuddenly feeling a bit shyâtried to tug your wrists out of his grasps, in order to cover yourself up, but your attempts were futile. âLet go of meâhnngh, shit.â
Your back arched, body curving closer to Sukunaâs as his lips abruptly wrapped around one of your already hard nipples, catching you off guard. You had never felt so overwhelmed; the feeling of Sukuna sucking on a tit while his dick was buried inside of youâunmovingâwas nearly enough to make you cum, despite the lack of movement that Sukuna allowed.
Bringing you out of your dazed state was the sudden ringing of your phone on the table beside the ashtray. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you softly pushed Sukuna off of you. âJustâJust ignore it. Itâs not important.â
âRight. But whereâs the fun in that, huh?â
âYou donât mean. . .â
âYou know what I mean. Answer it, on speaker,â Sukuna pressed. His tone told you he wasnât going to repeat himself.
With shaky fingers, you reached for the phone, answered the caller, and put it on speaker. âH-Hello? Katayama?â
Katayama was the name of one of your co-stars. Or, in other words, the blonde dude, which Sukuna kept mentioning earlier.
âHey, you! Itâs pretty late right now, perfect time for us to go out and get some drinks, yâknow? Iâm a bit bored, as of lately.â
You were about to respond with an apologetic declination to his offer, but Sukuna cut you off as he roughly lifted up your hips and abruptly slammed them back down, causing you to choke back a moan, and cover it up with a faux series of coughs. âIâm, ah, a little . . . busy,â you whimpered, wincing at the tight grip on your hipsâwhich was sure to leave a bruise in the morning, âright now.â
âAre you sick?â
âUhm, noâI mean, yes!â You let out another fake cough just to seal the deal. âYup, just a little under the weather.â
You bit your lip, trying to suppress a string of moans and curses as Sukuna continued slamming your hips up and down onto his.
âWell, if youâre ever in need of an extra warm blanket, donât be afraid toââ
âHahh.â A breathy moan slipped past your lips, and you could practically see the surprised look that was probably on Katayamaâs face right now.
ââcall . . . me. Uhm, are you sure youâre sick? You sound like youâre in the middle of . . . something. Is everything okayâ?â
âYup! Yeah, everything is totally okay,â you forced out, with an enthusiastic tone. Gripping Sukunaâs shoulder with your free hand for leverage, you shut your eyes tight as you quickly ended the call. âIâm a little occupied at the moment, Iâll call you baâIâm gonna go. Bye!â
As swiftly as you hung up the call, you threw your phone across the couch, and let out all of the noises you had been previously bottling up.
âIâm so c-close.â You mewled, now even more desperate than you were before.
âIf you dare cum,â Sukuna began, his voice low, âIâll stop.â
âSukuna!â You whined, scratching at his back and leaving little crescent shaped marks from your nails on his tricep. âI need toâahnn!â
Squeezing your eyes shut, you held onto Sukunaâs shoulders for dear life as he quickened his pace. Lifting your hips up with ease, and slamming them back down with equal force. Fucked out of your mind was not enough to describe your current state, as your eyes rolled back into your head, and your lipstick was smudged across your mouth.
Sukuna leaned down to whisper into your ear, never stopping his movements. âBet the little blondie didnât fuck you like this, huh?â
It was obvious that Sukuna wasnât an insecure guy; I mean, he had no reason to be. He had nice muscles, a good body, overall, sharp features, tempting eyes, and tattoos for days. But, you had to admit, the spark of jealousy was definitely a good look on Sukuna, one that you wouldnât mind seeing every once in a while, if it meant seeing him like . . . this.
â. . .S-Sukuna, we neverâwe never even fucked in the first place.â
âOh, yeah? How long you been without cock, then, huh? Must be why youâve been acting like such a bitch. I almost feel bad; all this time, my babyâs just been depraved.â
â. . .F-fuck you,â you shivered, body practically shaking with need.
âNo need to state the obvious, sweetheart. Fuck, even your tears taste sweet,â Sukuna groaned, licking a stripe up your cheek. âItâs as if you were literally made for me to devour.â
âPlease, please let me cum! Iâm soâhnnghâclose.â
âYeah, no. Câmon, I know my girl can last just a little longer, canât you?â Sukuna grinned, biting his lip as he admired your dazed state. He hadnât been able to touch you in three months, ninety days, 504 hours. If anyone was going to get their fill, it was him.
â
âOh!â Your stylist exclaimed, after walking into your dressing room and noticing you lying asleep on the couch. âYouâre already here. And, Sukunaâs here, too. Wait. . . SUKUNAâS HERE, TOO!?â
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Back Together | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?
Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Buckyâs work, reader decides to âbreak upâ and have been separated for a few months. (Letâs say that this âjobâ was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)
A/N: so Iâm currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but Iâm not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isnât english so if there are any errors or mistakes, Iâm sorry lmao)
The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those arenât the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but itâll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesnât make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall donât need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)
A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao
Itâs almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Buckyâs turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.
Youâre not on the best terms. Actually, youâre broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Buckyâs âjobâ. You always said that he wasnât being careful with the things he did and you didnât like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didnât really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasnât putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didnât like that.
Which was kinda true. So youâre currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you canât take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.
âAre you sure you donât want me to pick them up for you?â Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you
âItâs alright, red, donât worry.â You replied âBesides, Buckyâs probably on his way anyway.â
âStill havenât talked?â
âWell we talk, just not about us.â You said walking out of the kitchen
âAnd are you guys still, like, mad or..?â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âSteve told you he got out.â
âI know.â
âSo?â
âI just.. I donât know, I havenât talked to him about it.â
âWell I think you need to.â She said âJust have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.â
And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just havenât talked about it again.
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window âHeâs here, I gotta go.â
âCall me if you need anything.â
âI will, love you.â
âLove you more.â
You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.
âHi mommy.â Eloise ran over to you
âHi, pretty girl.â You immediately hugged her
âSay hi to mama, Liv.â Bucky said as he got closer
âHi mama.â Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did
âHi, my angel.â You kissed her cheek
âSorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.â Bucky said
âBuck, itâs fine, they donât even go to school yet.â You told him âDid you guys have fun?â You asked the girls
âSo much fun!â Eloise replied excitedly âWe also went to the trampoline park earlier.â
âOh well that explains why someoneâs a little more tired than others.â You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder
âMommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?â Eloise asked
âBaby, Iâm sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.â Bucky told her
âItâs fine, donât worry about it.â You said âDaddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.â You tucked a few strands of Eloiseâs hair behind her ear
âDaddy, come on.â She grabbed Buckyâs hand
You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.
âMommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?â Eloise asked as she got on her bed
âYes, baby, I need to go to work.â You replied
âCanât we stay with daddy?â
âDaddy works too, honey.â You moved her hair out of her face âI thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.â
âWe do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.â Olivia spoke
âWell I can pick you up at auntie Wandaâs house when I get out of work, how does that sound?â Bucky told them
âAnd we can get dippin dots too?â Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes
âWe can get whatever you girls want.â He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle
You couldnât help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.
âAlright itâs getting super late, time to sleep.â You said to them
âBut mom!â Eloise pouted
âNo buts, listen to your mom.â Bucky said âCome on, get in bed both of you.â
Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but theyâre pretty close and theyâve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloiseâs room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they donât even want to look at each other, youâll probably make Bucky move Oliviaâs bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.
âI love you.â Bucky kissed Oliviaâs forehead âAnd I love you.â He then kissed Eloiseâs âSo so much.â
âWe love you too, daddy.â They said
âNow get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.â You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads âI love you both so insanely much.â
âLove you too, mommy.â
âNow go to sleep or Iâll call the slender man.â Bucky said as he turned off the light
He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.
âYouâre evil.â You chuckled âCreating them traumas so young.â
âIt gives them strength.â
You rolled your eyes laughing. âOf course.â
You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Oliviaâs shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.
âLiv didnât even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.â
âNo?!â You looked at him kinda shocked
Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didnât want to stay alone while using the toilet. Itâs been a rollercoaster for all of you.
âNo, she did it all by herself.â
âOh my god, really? Iâm gonna cry.â You said with a hand on your chest
âShe said sheâs a big girl and big girls donât need any help to go potty.â
âShe is a big girl.â You said âFuck, theyâre both getting so big.â
âThey are.â He nodded âHow was Seattle?â
âFucking amazing.â You said excited âItâs so pretty.â
âAnd how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?â
âHell no, I told Nick Iâm not leaving New York.â You replied âIf we were still living in the compound, then this wouldâve been a whole different conversation, but weâre not and we have kids now so no, Iâm not leaving even if they pay me more.â
âWell if they are paying you more then..â he raised his eyebrows
You laughed. âYou know what I mean, idiot.â You rolled your eyes âBut no, Iâm not being transferred.â
âThen why did you go?â
âNick said that they needed someone like me for some training.â You answered âIt was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.â
âIâm glad.â He said with a small smile
He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much youâve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasnât really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you werenât exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.
âYou know, if itâs really what you want, then go for it.â He told you âThe girls arenât stopping you and neither am I.â
âI know, but itâs just that I feel like Iâm on a different stage in life now.â You said âIt felt fucking amazing, donât get me wrong.â
âThen do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, thatâs what you want.â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âWeâre not going anywhere, you know that, right?â He said and you looked at him âAnd how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?â
You laughed. âThey will brag about it for sure.â
âAnd the best part is that youâre great at it and always have been.â
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You shrugged looking at the time on the stove âItâs getting very late.â You looked at him
âOuch okay, Iâm leaving.â
âOh my god.â You rolled your eyes
âAre we gonna keep this up?â He looked at you
âWhat?â
âThis nonsense.â He motioned his hand between the two of you
âThis nonsense?â You arched an eyebrow âDo I need to remind you whose fault is it that weâre on this position right now?â
âIt couldâve gone so much better, but little miss Iâm extremely petty over here, doesnât like to listen to people and doesnât care about anything other than her opinion.â He said
âOh donât make me mad, James.â You crossed your arms
âItâs the truth and you know it.â
âI think you can go now.â You said turning around and starting to walk away
âSee what I mean?â You heard him say from behind âCanât we just talk about it like normal people?â He asked following you
âI donât think thereâs anything to talk about.â You said turning around to look at him
âWell I think it is.â
âBucky..â
âY/N, come on.â He sighed âItâs been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?â
And heâs right, youâve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing couldâve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you werenât okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasnât doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didnât want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like âitâs not a big dealâ or âeverything will be alright, you donât need to freak outâ.
How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesnât care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?
In other circumstances, if you didnât have kids for example, maybe you wouldâve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But itâs a whole different scenario now.
And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasnât intentional, itâs just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldnât let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.
âYou made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasnât.â You said
âBecause at the moment I did feel that way and I didnât want to view the situation the way you were.â He explained âAnd I know I was wrong for that and Iâm sorry.â
You let out a sigh. âYou still went.â
âI know, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.â He said âAnd I came back as soon as I could.â
âAnd you stayed with Steve.â You rolled your eyes
âBaby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.â
â⊠Well, youâre kinda right.â
âI know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.â
âI did tell him that.â You nodded
âIâm sorry, I really am.â
âItâs fine, just forget it, Iâm sick of the topic anyway.â You replied leaning on the back of the couch
âBut are we fine?â He asked
âI donât know, are we?â
âWell Iâd say we are, kinda.â He got closer to you âYou want me to do anything?â
âYou could start by fixing the damn back door.â
âAgain? But I just fixed it a few months ago.â
âWell I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.â
âI need to change that fucking door already.â He rolled his eyes âAnything else? Are you still mad at me?â
âA little.â You replied
âJust a little?â He moved his hands to your hips âI can help you change your mind.â
âEasy there, soldier.â
âEasy my ass, come here.â
Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didnât give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.
âGod, Iâve missed you.â He whispered on your lips âIâve missed you so fucking much.â
âI did too.â
âCan we please never fight again?â He gently put his forehead against yours
âAs long as you donât piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, weâre good.â
âGood.â He nodded before kissing you again
âAnd I swear to god..â you started saying between kisses âIf I see you again that close to John Walker, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âI know.â He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up
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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (Iâve been thinking about it A LOT lately)
**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol
Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3
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#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#marvel#mcu#fluff#bucky barnes x oc#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic#bucky fanfic#marriage
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bad idea right
for @steddiesongfics July prompt using song lyrics from âbad idea rightâ by olivia rodrigo
rated e | 1569 words | cw: alcohol, super mildly dubious consent because of the alcohol | tags: angst with a happy ending, post break up, exes to lovers, getting back together, sex
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Eddie isnât afraid to admit that he makes mistakes. Sometimes, he makes big ones.
Answering the call from Steve is the first big one.
âSteve?â Itâs been almost a year since heâs heard from him, their breakup being the finite end to any and all communication. âYou okay?â
âEddie! Oh my god. So Iâm out right now, and Iâm all fucked up, and I was thinkinâ âbout that time I got so drunk you had to carry me to my bed.â Eddieâs listening to Steve, but he feels like his soul is leaving his body. âYou remember how gentle you were? You were so worried about tripping up the stairs and you kept cussing when you lost your grip. You kissed my head when you thought I was asleep.â
Steveâs words are slurred, but Eddie can make them out fine. He was good at understanding Steve all the time, even inebriated.
âI knew you were awake,â he gulps. Robinâs gonna kill him for even entertaining Steve like this. Actually, speaking of her- âIs Robbie with you?â
âNo.â Eddie can hear the pout on his lips. âSheâs on a date with her girlfriend.â
Right. Sheâd mentioned that to Eddie yesterday when they were texting about plans for next weekend.
Robin had refused to be split between her two best friends when they broke up, and rightfully so. She may have been Steveâs platonic soulmate, but she knew that what happened between them wasnât Eddieâs fault. She made sure to spend time with Eddie when Steve was otherwise busy.
âAre you good to get home? I can send an Uber for you.â Eddie offers even though heâs sure Steve thought of that already. Even drunk, he would know how to get home.
âI can get my own Uber.â
âI know.â
âI missed your voice.â
Eddie is doing his fuckinâ best not to make his second big mistake tonight, but itâs not going well. He knows whatâs gonna happen. He knows because heâs weak and loves Steve more than anything even after having his heart torn to pieces by him. Even knowing itâll only lead to more heartbreak.
âYou should get home, Stevie.â
âMissed that, too.â
Itâs quieter on Steveâs end now, like heâs stepped away from whatever club or bar heâs holed up in, maybe outside to get some much needed fresh air. Eddie hopes it sobers him enough to realize what heâs done so he hangs up.
âSteveâŠâ
âCan I come over?â
Eddie makes the second big mistake of the night and says yes.
-
When Steve arrives, heâs a beautiful mess.
Heâs drunk, but the ride mustâve helped a little. His eyes are clear, his cheeks not as flush as they probably were before.
Eddieâs waiting at the door when he gets there, standing with a smile that doesnât belong. Heâs trying to be welcoming to a man who did everything to make sure he felt like he didnât belong.
Steve is in his arms as soon as he makes it to the front door. Eddieâs third big mistake of the night is wrapping his arms around him as if heâd never stopped, as if this last year wasnât the worst of his life and heâs barely made it through.
âSorry I called. I didnât know where to go.â
And now Eddieâs confused. Heâs confused because Steve has an apartment of his own, one that he definitely knew how to get to even when drunk. Even if he didnât, he wouldâve been able to call Robin to help. Or Max. Or Lucas.
And heâs sure that Steveâs been drunk in the last year and not called him.
âWhy couldnât you go home?â
âToo quiet.â
11 months ago, almost to the day, Steve Harrington told Eddie Munson that he was too loud, too hyper, too messy.
11 months ago, Eddie Munson gathered whatever he could find in four minutes and left Steveâs apartment for the last time.
11 months ago, Steve ruined a three year relationship because heâd been feeling overwhelmed and didnât tell Eddie until it was too late.
Now, Eddie Munson is sure that Steve Harrington is about to be his fourth big mistake tonight.
âYou wanna come in?â He asks, already knowing Steveâs answer.
âPlease.â
-
Steve is tucked into Eddieâs bed, curled around a pillow, mouth open as he snores quietly. Eddie watches him for a moment before tip-toeing from the room.
Robinâs livid when she answers her phone.
âThis better be good. I was two fingers-â
âSteveâs here.â Eddie interrupts what was sure to be too much information about what Robin was getting up to on her date. âDrunk.â
âHe just showed up at your house?â Robin sounds less mad now, more concerned, though heâs not sure who sheâs more concerned about.
âHe called first.â
âAnd you answered.â
âYeah. Well.â Eddie sighs. âIâm gonna sleep on the couch, but just wanted you to know heâs safe and Iâll make sure he gets home tomorrow.â
âEddie, Iâm so sorry. He said he was just gonna watch a movie tonight or else I wouldâve suggested he go hang with Dustin or something.â
âItâs not your job to babysit him.â Eddie doesnât like the way she said that, but heâs probably reading too much into it. âHeâs an adult.â
âYeah, no. Heâs. I mean, heâs fine. Itâs just that we all try to keep his mind busy sinceâŠya know.â Robin explains, though Eddie feels even more confused.
âSince he specifically told me I was too much for him?â
Robinâs silence speaks volumes.
âEddie?â Steveâs voice is behind him and heâs quick to turn and make sure heâs okay. âSleep?â
âIâll text you,â he whispers to Robin before hanging up and turning to Steve. âYou should go lay down. Iâll bring you some water.â
âYou too?â Steve was blinking slowly, barely awake as he stood in Eddieâs living room.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea, Stevie.â
âIs it because of what I said?â
Itâs not the time for them to have this conversation, and itâs not the time for Eddie to wish he could forget it ever happened so he can hop into bed with Steve. But he thinks Steve is probably sobering up little by little, and if he expects Steve to sleep, he may have to do this.
âYou made it very clear how you felt. Iâm just trying to respect your space until I can get you home tomorrow.â Robin would be proud of how heâs handling this, he thinks. Heâs at least keeping things civil even though his head is screaming at him.
âI didnât mean what I said.â
Eddie stares at him, tries to find the telltale signs of Steve lying. He doesnât see any.
Steveâs too tired and too buzzed to hide it.
âThen why did you say any of it?â Eddie feels his chest constricting, his heartbeat racing the longer he looks at him. âWhy did you make me think I was too much?â
âMy dad came by that day,â Steveâs head falls, his hands wringing in front of him. âMy dad had spent two hours telling me I wasnât enough and that Iâd done nothing but disappoint him and Iâd never be what he wanted. And it wasnât the first time, but it was after my boss gave a promotion to someone else even though I was more qualified and my head was killing me and Robin and I had gotten into a stupid argument that morning and it was a bad day.â
Eddieâs staring at him, mouth wide open, watching as the man he loves falls apart.
âItâs no excuse. I shouldnâtâve said any of it no matter what. Not when itâs not even true. Iâve never felt like youâre too much or too loud.â Steveâs stepping closer now. âIâve always just wanted to soak up whatever energy you have. And I didnât know how to tell you that youâre more than I deserve without saying youâre too much for what I can offer.â
Damn Steve Harrington and his charm, even when buzzed, even when exhaustion is causing him to curl into himself.
Damn Eddieâs inability to avoid his fifth mistake of the night.
He doesnât know if he is the catalyst or if they both are, but suddenly his mouth is on Steveâs and teeth knock together, and thereâs a slight taste of blood on Eddieâs tongue.
Thereâs moans and hands against skin and in hair and hard cocks rubbing against thighs and bruises on hips.
Thereâs Steveâs head hitting the pillow and Eddieâs mouth sucking marks into his stomach and inner thigh and the blanket falling off the bed as they try to strip out of their clothes too fast.
Thereâs laughter and soft touches and nails biting into skin and check-ins.
Thereâs love when Eddie holds his face in his hands as he slides into Steve for the first time in too long, and thereâs hope when Steve cries out for more, and thereâs passion that Eddie knows heâd never find with anyone else.
After, when thereâs sweat and tears and cum and an unfortunate wet spot in the middle of the bed, thereâs whispers of tomorrow and the next day and apologies and promises.
It may have been a bad idea answering Steveâs call, but Eddieâs happy to make more mistakes if it means keeping Steve in his arms and being enough for each other.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddiesongfics#exes to lovers#getting back together#angst with a happy ending
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close the door | hanni pham
synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.
genre : fluffy smut!
pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader
tags : theyâre in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, theyâre both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanniâs dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! theyâre literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh
warnings : none :]
word count : 2.5k
a/n : if youâre rereading this and thinking âhey the synopsis changed and there wasnât an authorâs note before!!â well youâd be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH IâM SO SORRYYFKEJF
anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadnessâs fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! itâs truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33
oh how you loved your girlfriend.
you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? thatâs what happens when youâve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a âhi! my nameâs hanni! whatâs yours?â from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable.Â
so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.
âbro i genuinely donât understand why he doesnât just⊠run away. causeâ get this, thereâs obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like iâm aware they needed plot but lord, i donât know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i meanââ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.
you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. itâs not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldnât help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you werenât really sure what you felt about it anymore.
one thing you were certain of, however,Â
was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect.Â
and since you apparently werenât hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.
she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, âhello?â before full-on laughing, âwere you even listening to me?â
you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face.Â
âno seriously, what is up with you?â she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. âyou look stupid.â
âand you look really pretty.â was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didnât, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.
âso.. so pretty.â you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.
it didnât take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.
you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, âc-can.. can i continue, hanni?â
you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, youâd only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! itâs not like you see your completely platonic best friendâs naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still havenât gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,
the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didnât want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didnât happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.
as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, âcan you close the door?â
âthereâs.. nobody home, though?â
she giggled, âoh i know, itâs just that i donât want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.â
you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldnât understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.
âcome on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!â she exaggerated.
after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again.Â
âhappy?â you asked in a fake arrogant tone.
she hummed, radiant, âyes, very happy.â before turning her head just right and kissing you again.
eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.
her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. youâd be lying if you said that wasnât the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing.Â
then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??
you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.
a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.
then suddenly, itâs like the concept of making love to her wasnât as nerve-racking as it originally was.
âs-sorry..â she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.
you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, âdonât apologize, i wanna hear you.â
despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, âis it okay if i go further..?â
nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, âyes. yes keepâ keep going. please.â
well shit! even if you wanted to stop, itâs not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.
not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.
you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her.Â
so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didnât expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.
your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip.Â
plus, her panties were wet.Â
did all of that mean you were doing good? âŠperhaps it did!
and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!
âd-dâyou feel okay?â you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down.Â
âs-so okay.â she giggled.
her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.
soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger.Â
it was tantalizing.
growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.
thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.
you pulled away after a few moments, âtell me if it hurts, okay?â you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.
she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. âg-go slowly.â she whispered.
âi will.â you affirmed.
slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriendâs breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her.Â
fortunately, she assured you that you werenât, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.
once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.
âi-iâm ready.â
you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.
thatâs when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.
âis this okay babyââ you asked.
âf-fuckâ yes y/n that feels goodââ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.
when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you couldâve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldnât help but moan at both the thought and the sensation.Â
you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.
amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork youâd ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment.Â
you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
âi love you so much, hanni.â you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldnât form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.
then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her handâs grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.
ây/nâ baby i think iâm- iâmâ mmhââ
that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair.Â
you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.
you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.
âd-did i do okay?âÂ
she giggled, â..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?âÂ
you raised your eyebrows, playful, âfor all i know you were faking it.â
âyeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. arenât i such a good actor y/n? itâs almost like i legitimately came really hardââ
âshut up.â you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs after changing.Â
âhey y/n?â
âhm?â
ââŠwanna bake brownies in a bit?âÂ
âuhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.â you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, âunless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of courseââ
you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, âyouâre fucking disgustingâ go wash your hands, you weirdo!â
oh how you loved your girlfriend.
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Heavenly Torture àŒ*·Ë
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 11 - Teasing & Degradation. After Hogwarts, Reader and Neville end up working together at Noltie's Botanical Novelties. Reader soon discovers she holds an unexpected power over Neville, one she'll have fun exerting over him at her whim.
Tags: Teasing, Degradation, Oral sex (m receiving), Neediness, Begging, Virgin!Neville, Sub!Neville, Dom!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Set post Battle of Hogwarts, Coworkers to lovers (??).
Word count: 4.8k
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Authors note: I know I'm running a day behind right now, I'll try my best to catch up when I can (hopefully monday)!! Another day, another submissive pathetic man... lol!! Also why did this end up so long... all this backstory for what?? Why do I keep doing this?? Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
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Getting the job at Noltieâs Botanical Novelties, the garden shop on Diagon Alley, had been one of the most relieving moments of your life. Not only did you have an income secured, but theyâd hired you despite you having been in Slytherin. It seems silly for you to have been worried about this, given that people are starting to heavily advocate against stereotyping based on houses, but that didnât mean it had actually stopped happening. At the moment, Slytherins were quite radioactive. Less than a year out from the war, all Slytherins near your age were assumed to be Death Eaters who just escaped consequence based on their age. This, of course, was not true for most of you, and certainly not for you. Youâd been on the right side from⊠well, perhaps not the start, it takes time to shake your upbringing, but probably from some time in the fifth year. However, most people only remembered you as a Slytherin, and that was a decidedly bad thing to be currently. You knew you should have made more appearances at Dumbledoreâs Army meetings, but back then you were facing the same issue, avoiding the meetings because when you did go, people would be distrusting of you because of the colour of your tie. Now people barely remembered that youâd been a member at all. It was frustrating beyond belief, but you just had to keep going.Â
The job at Noltieâs was an undoubted blessing, just a few years ago it would have been a no-brainer for you to get the job, given your expertise, but this year it had truly felt like it wouldnât happen for you. When youâd gone in to pick up your uniform about a week before starting, Edward Noltie himself had confessed to having been a Slytherin himself in his school days. You wouldnât have guessed it, the kookie old man certainly reminded you more of the types that come out of Hufflepuff, but you told yourself to stop stereotyping, you had learned its inaccuracies over and over by now. It amused you slightly how much he tried to separate himself from the Slytherin label, only claiming the identity in the past tense, while most Gryffindors were likely to wear their Gryffindor scarves until at least their 200s. You thanked him anyway for his understanding, emphasising once again that youâd had no ties to the Death Eaters. As you were leaving with the bag containing your uniform, he stopped you.
âWe actually have another employee with us from your year group at Hogwarts, a very talented young man, instrumental in winning the war, weâre lucky to have him, really. Joined a few months ago,â Noltie chuckled. You smiled and nodded awkwardly over your shoulder. You knew exactly who he was referring to.Â
Thereâd never really been any doubt in your mind that Noltie had been talking about Neville Longbottom, but the suspicion is confirmed immediately on your first day. You walked in, hair neatly up as was required (less for aesthetic reasons and more for safety against the various plants stocked that had a tendency to thrash), your uniform tailored to fit you perfectly, and saw him behind the counter. You had been dreading this moment since you realised youâd be working with him. You knew what heâd say to you, how he would call you brave for going against your house, how much he appreciated your efforts during the war, things like that, and you couldnât be bothered to listen to it. You just wanted to stop thinking about the war, and all the things youâd had to do to survive, but it seemed too much to ask. You took a deep breath and approached him and he did just that. With a serious and sympathetic expression, he began to thank you and commend you. He stared quite intensely at you as he spoke, which made you admittedly uncomfortable, your eyes flickered around the store as he spoke.Â
âWe barely had any Slytherins in the D.A. and I know some people gave you a hard time about it, so I think itâsââ he continued in his solemn voice. You squirmed in discomfort and decided to cut him off.Â
âLook, Longbottom, all the same to you, yeah? Youâre a war hero and all that, so⊠thatâs great, congratulations! Can you show me how the till works now?â you huffed. He blinked in surprise at your little outburst, before flushing slightly, clearly having realised heâd made you uncomfortable in some way, even if heâd only been trying to compliment you.Â
âSorry, err⊠yeahâŠâ he cleared his throat, showing you over to the till on the counter at the back of the store. You walked in front of him toward it and when you turned back to face him, you saw his eyes flick up and his flush deepen a little. You realise with a start that heâd been looking at your ass as you walked. These uniform trousers really were tailored perfectly, so you were sure heâd gotten a good view. You just smiled to yourself and filed the information away for later as he started to explain the machine to you.Â
The next few weeks go surprisingly well. Sure, youâre only working the till and shop floor rather than actually doing any research or fieldwork, but at least youâre in your desired field, and the work is quite easy. The shop is never terribly busy, and the people who do come in like to spend a while browsing and contemplating, meaning you get to tell them all you know about the plants theyâre deciding between, which you find quite fun. Neville works mainly in the backroom, counting stock, moving boxes, and maintaining the plants that canât be kept on the shop floor because theyâre too dangerous or require certain temperature conditions. You help with inventory, letting him know whatâs running low on the shelves and making notes of what needs to be ordered for Mr Noltie. Mostly, youâre out of each otherâs ways, but that doesnât mean youâre not highly aware of each other.Â
You knew Neville had changed over the years, every girl whoâd been at Hogwarts was aware of it. You remembered quiet nights while the D.A. had been hiding out in the Room of Requirement, when a bunch of the girls would get together for some girl talk, trying hard to feel a sense of normalcy. Lavender Brownâs idea, which initially seemed silly, actually raised spirits quite a lot. You joined in, even though people were still rather wary of you, being one of only two Slytherins in the room, you mainly listened because of this. The girls huddled together in one corner of the room, while the boys chatted about who knows what in the other, and gossiped about the boys. There was hardly time for romance in the conditions you were in, which is perhaps why so much of it was happening, forced to stay together in one big room and fearing for your lives, you had overheard a lot you wish you never had. Neville ended up being the subject of a few of these conversations. He had changed a lot, becoming taller, broader and more handsome. He had also taken the role of the leader of the D.A., and many of the girls admitted that they quite liked the authoritative voice he used, which made everyone tease and giggle. He was nothing like the timid little boy heâd been for the first few years at Hogwarts, he was a man now, a strong, handsome man. However, no one ever reported any sort of action with him like they did with the other boys. At the time, he became sort of untouchable, which was odd considering he was Neville Longbottom.
These days, he was looking even better. His face was no longer so marred by the constant scrunch of stress as it had been during the war. Heâd grown out his hair a little, rather than keeping it quite as short as he had during the war. He overall looked healthier, and even more muscular now that he was able to eat properly, his skin looking less pale and dull. Days of moving and stacking boxes in the backroom gave you plenty of time to subtly watch his muscles. He really was handsome now, though he didnât seem to even realise this himself. Occasionally, when heâd be bringing stock out front for you to shelve, thereâd be a woman in the store who would begin to flirt with him. He always seemed baffled and out of his depth, never flirting back and just trying to escape.
âWhat was that all about?â he asks you once, poking his head out of the backroom when she leaves. This woman had come onto him particularly strong, trying to touch his arm and invite him to the Leaky Cauldron.Â
âShe was flirting with you,â you chuckle, sorting the coins into the till. He scoffs.
âNo, she wasnât,â
âYes, she was,â you laugh in disbelief. He chews his lip.
âOnly because of what I did during the war,â he dismisses, fiddling with his wand in his apron pocket. It amuses you how insecure he is. But he is partially right, heâs become a bit of a celebrity in the wizarding world, thanks to Harry Potterâs insistence on mentioning Nevilleâs contributions every time heâs interviewed about the war. Sometimes you think itâs selfishly motivated, wanting the world to focus on someone other than him so he can be left alone, and dumping it on poor shy Neville.
âThat could be true I suppose, but I bet sheâd still let you shag her,â you grin at him. Neville splutters.
âI⊠I donâtâŠâ he runs his finger through the collar of his shirt. You chuckle at his reaction, enjoying teasing him like this. âThatâs not⊠I wouldnât do thatâŠâ he swallows thickly.Â
Youâd discovered quickly that you had a certain power over Neville. At first, it was catching him occasionally staring. Youâd be leaning on the counter, your ass jutting out slightly as you scribble down inventory notes and youâd glance at the door to the backroom, spotting him peering through the glass door. Heâd immediately blush beet red and look away, clearly ashamed to have been caught staring at you. It was sweet, in a way, because most guys didnât seem to have any shame in ogling at you, at least Neville seemed to know he shouldnât be doing it, even if he couldnât stop himself. Slowly, you start leaving more and more of your shirt buttons undone, revealing glimpses of your cleavage. You revel in the way his eyes constantly stray to you as he brings you boxes, taking shaky breaths as you bend over to pick up the little plant pots from the box and organise them onto the shelves. Whenever you talk, you take to standing just a little too close. His height gives you a perfect view down your top, and although he tries his best not to, he takes advantage of this fact often, his eyes flicking down and then his face going red. You like to innocently ask him if heâs feeling warm, which makes him stammer. Itâs a bit of fun to fill your days, and quite an ego boost too. Every quiet moment in the shop you take to showing yourself off somehow, or even just chatting to him, which seems to fluster him too.
âYou wouldnât shag her? I thought she was cuteâŠâ you tease. He goes a deeper shade of red.
âSheâs⊠itâs not⊠uhâŠâ he stumbles. You smile, leaning yourself onto the counter in a way you know shows off your ass. His eyes flick immediately down your body and he goes redder, success. âI donât⊠shagâŠâ he coughs, looking mortified.Â
âWhat? Never? But youâre the saviour of the wizarding world!â you taunt, pretending to be shocked, when really it had become abundantly clear not long into working with him that despite how much his looks had changed, and his confidence in every other area, women still made him unbearably anxious, especially you.Â
âI- I mean IâŠâ he stutters and then straightens up. âThis is none of your business,â he asserts shakily. You shrug.
âJust curious about you,â you smile flirtatiously, watching as he blushes once more and avoids your eyes. âDo you never want to shag? Some people are like that and itâs perfectly fineââÂ
âNo! I⊠uh⊠I do want⊠oh Merlin!â he groans, burying his face in his hands. You press on, pretending not to realise how uneasy he is, delighting in his discomfort.Â
âWell, then what was wrong with that girl? She was cute⊠more than willingâŠâ you taunt, taking a few slow steps toward him now.Â
âShe just⊠itâs not⊠I canât justâŠâ he stammers, eyes following you until youâre right in front of him. You catch his eyes flicking down to your cleavage. You smile.Â
âAre you a virgin, Neville?â you ask bluntly. He twitches anxiously.
âIâm not answering that,â he squeaks, but you both know that itâs answer enough. He sighs, seeing the smug way youâre smiling at him. âItâs just⊠the only girl Iâve ever liked enough to do that with didnât feel the same, she⊠never wanted to do that sort of thing with anyone⊠like you were just talking about,â he mumbles, avoiding your eye.
âLuna?â you hum. He just nods. Youâd heard about that through friends, his wartime confession and her confession that she did not experience romantic or sexual feelings for anyone. To many people, it had seemed a completely foreign concept. You imagined that, even though heâd been understanding, it had probably felt like another blow to his confidence.Â
âItâs⊠thatâs over now⊠sheâs my friend and I respect her⊠I donât feel that way about her anymoreâŠâ he rambles. His eyes flicker over your face. You believe him, you touch his arm, making him tense.Â
âYou poor thing,â you coo gently, rubbing your thumb over the bare skin of his arm, feeling the muscle underneath. âYou must feel pathetic, saviour of the wizarding world, women lining up, and yet youâre still a virgin,â he jolts slightly, not expecting your words. He feels confused, your tone is sweet and soothing, but your words are insulting.Â
âI- I donât, Iâm fine,â he stammers, his cheeks red as he looks at you cautiously. What are you playing at? You pout and tilt your head.Â
âPoor baby,â you coo again, making him nervous.Â
âWhy are youâ?â he cut off when the bell above the door jingles, signalling a customer entering. You pull your hand away with a teasing smile, he just stares a little dumbly at you as you return to the till and greet the customer. He canât help his eyes from straying to your ass, perfectly hugged by your uniform trousers. Heâs never felt this crazy before, this overtaken by lust. He wants you and something about your faux-pity has made it worse. He hadnât felt this way about Luna, heâd liked her first and foremost, he never ogled her like this, never felt this maddened by her simple presence. He forces himself to return to his work in the backroom.Â
You torture him the rest of the day. He knows youâre playing at something, but heâs not quite sure what. You keep flashing him mockingly sympathetic glances, showing off your body more than usual, touching him. Youâre making excuses to come into the backroom, youâve never been in here so many times in one shift before, perhaps even ever. Leaning over his shoulders, touching his back, stretching up to the top shelves in front of him. Heâs oblivious, but heâs not completely blind and while heâs suspected before that you might have taken to teasing him, now heâs sure. After trying fruitlessly to avoid you most of the day, he gives in toward the end, letting himself admire your body and enjoy your closeness. Heâs had a few relentless flirts at his neck since graduating from Hogwarts, but you feel different. Most girls flirt with him because they think heâs something special, something big that will help them earn fame and get them in the Daily Prophet. You flirt like you think heâs a pathetic little puppy dog, and perhaps he should take offence from it, but instead, it makes him need you even more. Because itâs what he is, heâs not big and strong when it comes to this, he feels small and he needs someone who understands that, which you seem to, in your own roundabout way.
He helps you close up the shop, at your request, which is something he only usually does on particularly busy days, yet he knows the question is coming. You pout at him sweetly and ask for help and he comes running. As a thank you, you lean over as you count up the day's purchases, emphasising your chest and not commenting when he stares and blushes. He wouldnât mind being compensated like this more often. He sweeps up the soil thatâs accumulated on the floor from the various pots being moved around. Technically itâs your job, but how can he say no when you look at him like that and push your tits together just so?
Youâre still double-checking the accounts when he goes into the back room again. He checks on all the special plants, making sure nothing is wrong, before moving toward the little cupboards in the corner of the room. He washes his hands and unties his apron slowly. Rubbing a hand through his hair, he sighs. Youâve been driving him crazy today. The subtle way you mocked him made him so needy for you even though he should hate you for it, he didnât want to psychoanalyse that. He hears you enter but does his best to ignore you, you never usually talk at the end of your shifts, usually too tired and eager to get home to bother small talking. You wash your hands and remove your apron too, hanging it up by the door, your name tag facing forward. You feel his eyes on your ass again, which makes you smile to yourself.Â
âIs that why you stare at me so much?â you taunt, being purposefully vague. You glance over your shoulder at him. Heâs bright red and chewing his lip.Â
âWhat?â he croaks.Â
âBecause youâre a virgin? Is that why you stare so much? My ass in these trousers is the best view youâve been allowed?â you mock, cooing as if youâre being sympathetic. He hates that you know, but he knows he hasnât at all been subtle enough for it to be a shock. He just takes a shaky breath.
âIâm so-sorry, really⊠I donâtââ he pulls nervously at his shirt. Godric itâs hot in here. You stalk closer.
âPoor thing, canât control yourself around me, can you, hm?â you ridicule him, stalking closer with those dark seductive eyes. He realises youâre backing him into a wall as he takes a clumsy step back, moments away from hitting the hard surface. He swallows hard and you come closer, pressing your chest to his, emphasising the curve of your breasts. He canât help but look, even if only for a split second. âCan you?â you prompt again, your voice lower.Â
âNo,â he chokes. You laugh, low and mocking.Â
âNo⊠you canât control yourself around me⊠you pathetic little thing,â you finally backed him against the wall. He looks nervous, but you can feel his hardening arousal against your stomach. You shift yourself slightly, making him gasp and harden even more. You look up at him, smirking, the irony of belittling him in this way doesn't even matter, because you feel powerful and he feels small in this moment. You reach up and trace his cheek, making him shiver and his eyes flutter. âPoor little loser,â he whines loudly at that, and you watch carefully to see if youâve actually hurt his feelings or not. When his eyes flicker open again, his pupils are wildly dilated and he looks desperate. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck.Â
âI am,â he whimpers. Youâre surprised to hear him talk, but you let him, caressing his cheek in a mocking gesture. âI donât want to be pathetic but I am, I canâtâ do this sort of stuff,â he laments. âWhat kind of freak am I? Getting off to you calling me a loser?â you giggle at him and he laughs slightly too, looking down at the ground, not before glancing once more at your tits.Â
âYou just want someone to see you for who you are and want you anyway, not put you on some pedestal,â you hum. He blinks at you. That actually⊠made sense. He glances up at you. âIsnât that pathetic of you?â you tease with a smile and you both laugh a little.Â
âYeah, Godric⊠I really am pathetic,â he chuckles quietly, watching you.Â
âA complete loser,â you chuckle, leaning up to kiss him. He squeaks, taken completely off guard by your lips on his. You fist your hands into the material of his shirt, forcing him to lean down to your level to kiss you. He kisses back, desperate and shaky. He pants into the kiss, already feeling a little dizzy. Your hand is reaching down and brushing feather-light against the bulge in his trousers before he can register whatâs going on. His hips stutter and he whines against your lips. âSo pitiful, barely even touching you and youâre whining,â you mock, brushing your fingers up and down the bulge, slow and teasing. His hands come to grip at your waist, exhaling shakily against you. âSo needy,â you chuckle, pulling back and pouting at him.Â
âY-yeah,â his eyes flit all over your face. You smirk up at him, trailing your hands down his body as you move to kneel in front of him. He gasps, his hands falling to his sides, chest heaving. He stares down at you, wide-eyed. He mumbles your name in question, wondering if this is really happening. You reach up, still smirking and pop to the button of his trousers. âAh⊠oh MerlinâŠâ he exhales, his eyes closing. You gently tug his trousers down and then lean forward, nuzzling your nose against the bulge in his boxers. You watch as his face twists in pleasure, a strangled gasp on his lips. He leans his head back against the wall as you press barely there kisses along his twitching length through the fabric. âThis canât be happening right now,â he pants, pushing his hips towards your face.Â
âDonât you want it to?â you tease, gently licking the wet spot on the fabric, making him gasp.Â
âIâ yes I want it butâthis doesnât happen⊠to meâŠâ he groans as you slip down his boxers, springing him free. He stares down nervously now, no one has seen him like this before. You just smirk up at him, gently massaging his thighs.Â
âYou want it?â you taunt, gently blowing on his length, making him twitch and buck.Â
âNnghâ yes,â
âThen beg me,â you grin. âShow me how pathetic you are for me,â he stares down at you, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard you can watch his pulse. He should feel humiliated, but the pre-cum dripping from his tip tells the both of you the reality. You lean up, placing soft open-mouthed kisses against his length, making him inhale sharply. âBeg me,â you sing-song between kisses.Â
âP-please,â he gasps. âPlease, Iâm pathetic, I need this so bad⊠Iâve neverâ ahâ!â you cut him off by licking a stripe up his length. He dissolves into a string of shaky moans as you wrap your lips around his tip, softly suckling. Heâs never felt this amazing before. He fights to open his eyes and look down at you, needing the visual of you doing this committed to his memory desperately, even though he knows it will likely haunt his every waking thought from today onwards. You look smug, even on your knees in front of him, and he knows you have him wrapped around your finger. He tries uselessly to dig his nails into the wall for purchase, watching as you slowly envelop more and more of him into the heavenly heat of your mouth. Your head bobs slowly, torturously slow, up and down the length of him. What you canât fit in your mouth, you take a gentle hold of with your hand. Your tongue swirls and laves against him within your mouth, making his hips buck toward you. You immediately withdraw, making him sob.Â
âYou just canât control yourself, can you?â you chastise harshly. âNeedy and brainless,â he nods along because he really canât help but think youâre right.
âI-Iâm sorry, Iâll control myself, I will, please⊠I need you,â he wails. You look unimpressed, slowly teasing your hand up and down his shaft. He whines, melting against the wall. âPleaseâŠâ he whispers. His voice is entirely wrecked and he already looks thoroughly debauched by you, you find the image exciting. When he glances down at you with those pleading wide eyes, you canât deny him any longer. As a final teasing act, you lean in and gently kitten lick at his slit for a moment, tasting the salty sweetness accumulating there. You feel him trying to twitch in your hand, his head falling back again and desperate groans leaving his throat. You take him as deep down into your throat as he will go, gagging just a little, and start to bob your head again. His fingers curl, and you can tell he wants to grab your hair, but heâs being good, you keep in mind to tell him he was good later. Your lips slide up and down his length, using your tongue to swirl and add an extra layer of stimulation. Heâs very vocal, whining, whimpering, groaning, completely ruined. You stare up at him as you gently swallow around him. His eyes squeeze further shut and his hips cant forward, making you gag a little, but you do it again. He gasps loudly and his hands start to flail, smacking against the wall. You only realise he was trying to warn you between strangled moans when you feel the warm spurt of his release in your mouth. You swallow it down as he frantically withdraws himself from you, crying as he rides out the feeling of his orgasm, his legs shaking. He feels like heâs left his body and ascended to heaven, this was why all his friends were so crazy about sex. He got it now. Once heâs returned to himself a little, he falls to his knees in front of you. âIâm so sorry, I tried to warn you but I felt so good, I-â he fusses. âIâm so sorry, th-thank you,â he whimpers, wiping a tiny bit of cum from the corner of your mouth. âThank you,â
âItâs fine,â you dismiss him as he holds your face and thanks you over and over. It amuses you how wrecked he is. âItâs alright, Neville,â you chuckle in disbelief, leaning forward and pecking his lips. He can vaguely taste himself on your lips, even without you opening your mouth, and it makes him groan. He chases your lips as you pull away, opening his eyes to give you a puppy-dog look.Â
âMerlin ⊠I really am pathetic,â he swallows and then laughs nervously, leaning back against the wall, smiling sheepishly as you tuck him back into his boxers. You sit on your knees in front of him and he stares at you, half in awe, half in apprehension. âAre you going to tell people about this?â he questions, slightly anxious, wiping some sweat from his brow.
âNo, I canât lose my job, weâve just broken a bunch of rules, you realise?â you tease and he smiles slightly.Â
âAre we going to do this again? Or you know⊠something else?â he glances at your body, feeling a little bad he couldnât do anything to make you feel like he just did.
âMaybe, maybe not, youâll just have to wait and see,â you taunt, pecking his cheek and rising to your feet. He cranes his neck to watch as you fetch your bag and coat. You glance at him over your shoulder, seeing him sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, looking dazed and ruined. You canât help but giggle, the sound stirring his stomach again. âSee you soon, Longbottom,â you blow a mocking kiss and leave. He stares after you, both glad youâre gone so he can process what just happened, and also wishing you were never away from him again.
Tomorrow at work was either going to be heaven or hell on earth, and he found himself eager to find out.Â
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Day #1 - Prompt: Secret Relationship | Word Count: 1125 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Steve | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Steve & Wayne
Steve parks outside of the trailer park and walks in. Careful to avoid the streetlights and the corners where there are known yapping dogs.
He approaches Eddie's window on the back side of the new trailer, and moves to push open the screen, to let himself inside without waking up Eddie, or Wayne. He just hikes his foot up into the sill when he's startled.Â
"We do have a front door, you know," comes the lazy drawl, and Steve nearly jumps out of his skin, heart hammering wildly in his chest. He tries to suck in a breath, gripping the edge of the window frame, finally looking over at Wayne as he sits on the back steps, cigarette burning between his fingers.
"I'm sorry," Steve says, taking a step back from the house, pulling the window closed, putting some distance between himself and the room where Eddie is surely sleeping.
Eddie sleeps all the time these days. The doctors swear it's just part of his healing process, the recovery, but Steve still worries. All the time. Everyday. It's impossible not to. Eddie's healed so slowly, after being so close to death, that Steve's terrified he'll never fully recover.
"C'mere, kid," Wayne says, and pats the step beside him.Â
Steve goes, but is a little wary. Wayne and him haven't really spent that much time together, they were just ships passing in the night while Eddie was in the hospital. Each taking their turn, and then handing the baton off to the other.
Steve sits down, and folds his hands in his lap.
"I know you've been sneaking in and out of his window during all hours of the day and night, for, well, months now," Wayne says, just barely above a murmur.Â
"I'm sorry. I just worry about him," Steve says, and that's the truth. Most of it, anyway.Â
There have been a couple quick, tentative kisses, but that's it. Eddie isn't strong enough for anything else, definitely nothing as tawdry as Wayne seems to be implying. It's pretty innocent, this thing they've got going.Â
Steve's snuck in a lot of windows in his lifetime, but none compare to crawling over the sill of Eddie's window, and onto the chair Eddie now leaves there to ease Steve's entrance. None have been as chaste as this either. Steve's never spent months pursuing someone, hell, loving someone, that he didn't win over.
Even Robin, he counts as a win. It's platonic love, for sure, but he worked his Harrington charm on her, and got her to love him.
"I know you worry, but we have a front door. You're welcome to use it. Day or night," Wayne says, low and almost too soft to hear, even in the still of the night.
"Oh," Steve says, like this hadn't been something he'd ever considered, and honestly, it hasn't been, "okay."
"Okay," Wayne agrees, and he digs in his shirt pocket and fishes out a single key on a ring. "Here. So I can lock it. I worry about him, about someone coming after him again. And I wanted to put better locks on all the windows, but Eddie protested. Any idea why?" Wayne asks, and it's playful, in a very dry way.
Steve laughs, reaching out and taking the key, closing his hand around it, tight.
"Okay, I'll come through the door."
"Thank you," Wayne says.
"And I'll help with the window locks. If you want," Steve offers, and Wayne nods, like he's accepting this offer.
Now, Steve isn't sure if he should get up and leave, or keep sitting, or what. He stays.
"I don't care, you know," Wayne finally says.
"Don't care?" Steve questions, wanting him to clarify.Â
"If you boys are more than friends," Wayne says, and Steve hadn't expected it.
"Oh," Steve breathes out.
"He's my boy, and I want him to be happy. Whatever that means for him," Wayne explains and Steve suddenly feels like his eyes are burning.
He wishes his dad would be as invested in his happiness as Wayne clearly is about Eddie's.
"Thank you," Steve says, "it'sâŠnothing, not really. We're just friends."
Wayne turns to look at him, and grins, "If you say so."
Steve feels like he's lying, even if he isn't. Not really.
"But we could be more than that, maybe, someday. When he's feeling better. Maybe, if he's interested in that," Steve rambles.
Wayne smiles, takes a deep drag on his cigarette, and blows it up into the night sky, "Oh, he's definitely interested. Steve Harrington this, Steve Harrington that. Let me tell you. I've heard your name more in the past few months than I've heard my own."
Steve laughs at that, unexpected and far too loud, and it doesn't take long before Eddie's bedroom window is being shoved open, his head popping out. His hair is a mess, tangled and frizzy, but he's on his feet, and that's a damn good look on him.
It's a beautiful sight. But he always is.
"What? Are you two having fun without me?" Eddie asks, like he's not at all surprised to see them together. Like this whole sneaking through the window thing wasn't a top secret operation.
Was it not a secret?
Steve turns back towards Wayne, "How long have you known I was coming through the window?"
"Since the first night," Wayne admits, "I heard you floundering in, and came to the door to check on him, but I heard Eddie laughing, so I knew he was okay. I asked him in the morning who was making such a racket, and he said it was you."
Steve laughs at himself, apparently he was trying to be stealthy for Eddie's benefit, but they weren't on the same page.
"C'mon in, Harrington. Henderson brought over some new tapes earlier," Eddie says, and Steve stands.
Wayne nods his head towards the back door, "It's unlocked. But your key will work there, too."
And Steve pulls it open, heading towards Eddie's room. Eddie is back in bed, propped up, remote in hand for the VCR Steve had set up in Eddie's room months ago, thinking they'd get better use out of it here, than Steve would at home, these days.
Steve settles next to him, "What do we got tonight?"
"Back to the Future, have you seen it?" Eddie asks.
"Only while very drugged by the Russians," Steve admits, "it'll be nice to see it again."
Steve's sure there's no chance Eddie will stay awake for an entire movie, but he'll be happy to sit with him, no matter what.
"You're so weird, Harrington," Eddie says, but it sounds affectionate, and Steve will take it, as Eddie leans his head on Steve's shoulder.
"Yeah, well. Back at ya, Munson."
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â HYBE BOY â
đ§žđ©° iâm a lucky fella, iâve just got to tell her that i love her endlessly
summary - quinn hughes, captain of the Vancouver Canucks, is dating model, y/n y/l/n and hard launches his relationship leaving people shocked at how beautiful she is and making his brothers question how he managed to pull her.
pairing - model!f!reader x quinn hughes
side note - miranda kerr will be used as a faceclaim for the ig posts. but like sheâs so beautiful omgggg đ»đ» *careless whisper starts playing* anyways uni is going so well. my professors are so chill like literally itâs amazing. i barely know anyone here (yes after a whole month here, i only know like 6 people). but uni is amazing my roommate is the best and itâs js a great experience!!
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_quinnhughes iâll keep this one, thanks. đ
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colecaufield found in the wild đđ”ïž
_quinnhughes â
user81 Y/N Y/L/N DATING A HOCKEY PLAYER??!! MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING đ„Čđ„Č
jackhughes đïžđđ«”
user17 jack what is this??! đđ
user38 heâs weird
user82 he js built diff
trevorzegras quinnifer got (no) game??!
_quinnhughes at least i have a girl whereâs yours *looks around* oh i forgot đ„Č
trevorzegras youâre my girl @/_quinnhughes donât worry đ
jackhughes AYE!!
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/y/n.y/l/n idk what heâs talking abt đ„
y/n.y/l/n trev wishes đđ
user93 NOOOOđ!!!!
user72 sad day for us quinn girlies đ
user57 trevor and quinn are ummâŠ
y/n.y/l/n weird and not okay i know and also very much in love with each other???
user57 yes
y/n.y/l/n have you fixed the bed yet??
_quinnhughes no..
lhughes_06 the beds broken?? oh đ
y/n.y/l/n he jumped on it to hard and made a leg break
jackhughes YO WHAT
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes in my defense she was chasing me
y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes you caused that to happen when YOU THREW A PILLOW AT ME
_quinnhughes @/y/n.y/l/n IM SORRY TAKE ME BACK
y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes YOURE NEXT TO ME STUPID
trevorzegras âïžâïž
user92 SHES SO PRETTY OMGGG đđ
user29 new wag alert!!!
user69 girlie so fine đ»đ»
bradytkachuk emma said to stop forcing her to say you guys are together
ehtkachuk yea bc sheâs MY wife not YOUR gf
y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes ^^
_quinnhughes @/bradytkachuk @/ehtkachuk @/y/n.y/l/n why are you all after me đđ
colemcward mama y papa? mama. papa.
y/n.y/l/n my son is all alone đđ
_quinnhughes heâll live
colemcward @/_quinnhughes no i wonât
lhughes_06 @/y/n.y/l/n why is he your son and not me???
y/n.y/l/n @/lhughes_06 bc youâre the annoying little brother i wished i had growing up
elblue6 my beautiful daughter đđ and her interesting bf
_quinnhughes iâm your biological son??!
y/n.y/l/n quinny shh đ€« ALSO MAMA EL đđâ„ïž
user48 parents so cute đ„°đ„°
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y/n and quinn had been together in michigan for a week now and his brothers were yet to meet her. she had met his parents a couple months before and theyâve loved her ever since. ellen treated her as if she were her own daughter. they would talk about quinn and his behavior and quinn would be in the back, getting offended. jim was like her second father. he was protective of her and was his little girl even if they werenât blood related.
the couple were on the couch, all cozy and cuddling when they heard a car pull up outside. quinn looked down at y/n who had her eyes closed, trying to go asleep after being out that day. âbabe,â quinn heard a mumble come from the girl, âtheyâre here.â she grumbled in response.
quinn had told her last night that they would arrive at the lake house tomorrow evening. she was half asleep when he told her so all he got from her was an âokay,â before he began to hear soft snores come from her mouth.
âquinny, let me sleep please,â y/n whispered, âiâll meet them later.â
quinn just smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple. he rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep as well.
unfortunately, in this household, a good nights sleep was never a thing. that was proven as the front door suddenly burst open which quinn jumped slightly at the action and caused y/n to stir in her sleep, letting out a small whine.
âhoney, weâre home!â an, oh, so familiar voice announced.
quinn turned his head to the side and peaked over the couch. as soon as he saw his brothers, he couldnât help but roll his eyes at their antics and go back to trying to go to sleep.
he heard chattering and the padding of footsteps get closer, indicating they were coming his way. he began to think of a way of how he would get up without waking up y/n. there was no way.
quinn reopened his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him. âwhat the fuck?â he questioned and his brothers laughed at his face.
âi see youâve been having fun.â luke said and his eyes traveled down to y/nâs sleeping figure and he raised an eyebrow at quinn. âlike i knew you had a girlfriend but sheâs way out of your league.â
quinn let out a fake chuckle. âget the hell out and let us sleep.â he commented and wrapped his arms around y/n, his arm covering her face from jack and luke.
âbut we just got here.â jack pointed out and luke murmured in agreement.
âthen go up to your rooms.â
âbut we want to meet your girlfriend.â luke stated with a fake pout.
quinn glared at the pair. âsheâs sleeping so leave,â he stated and closed his eyes, protecting y/n from their view.
âweâre coming back when youâre both wide awake.â jack pointed a finger at quinn before he and quinn went to the front to get their bags and head upstairs.
quinn shook his head and went back to sleep, awaiting the moment of when y/n wakes up.
the couple had surprisingly slept for an hour and a half. it surprised quinn since he knew his brothers and the amount of noise they made whenever one of them were sleeping.
y/n had begun to wake as she had begun to squirm in quinnâs hold. he let out a groan and held her closer to his body, her squirming subsiding. âq, let go.â she mumbled into his chest. he held her tight. âquinn.â
âgo to sleep, princess.â quinn whispered, his eyes still closed.
y/n started to squirm once again. âno, i have to meet your brothers as i said before.â she really wanted to meet luke and jack but with quinnâs hold keeping her restrained, it was impossible.
âthey can wait.â
âno we canât.â
quinn snapped his head towards the voice and y/n lifted her head and looked towards the boy. âwhy are you everywhere luke?â
luke shrugged, âi donât know,â he sat at the end of the couch, âi just am.â
quinn rolled his eyes and looked down at y/n. âwell youâve met luke,â he told her.
âand the other?â
âi have a name.â jack.
y/n turned towards the boy, âyeah i know. sorry jack.â
jack shrugged and sat next to luke who gave jack a look. âwhat?â luke stared at him for a second before using all his force to push jack off. he fell with a thud and quinn, luke, and y/n laughed. âasshole.â
âman whore.â
jack looked up at luke. he got up within a second before he pounced onto luke. the two began to fight, jokingly, of course. jack had an arm wrapped around luke who let out a scream. âget off of me.â luke managed to get out despite jackâs arm suffocating him. luke continuously slapped jackâs arm in an effort for his older brother to let go.
âno.â the two continued to fight and quinn and y/n just stayed there laughing at the two.
âwell youâve met thing 1 and thing 2.â quinn said as he looked down at y/n. âi donât know how they havenât killed each other in jersey yet.â
y/n looked up at him. âyou have a wonderful family.â
âarenât we just lovely?â luke asked as he wriggled under jackâs hold. âalso one more question,â y/n and quinn looked at him, âdid quinn force you to get with him?â
jackâs head perked up at this. âoh yeah, did he?â he let go of luke as he turned towards his older brother and his girlfriend.
y/n only chuckled and quinn gave them a death stare. âno, i didnât. she simply fell in love with me.â
jack and luke looked at each other. suddenly, the two bursted out laughing. both quinn and y/n were confused. they had a look on there face as the younger pair continued laughing. âwhat?â
âoh, weâre sorry but how is it that a girl like her, take this in a good way, would fall in love with a guy like you?â jack said and luke was still too busy laughing.
quinn looked at them, offended, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âsheâs beautiful! and youâre just..you.â luke exclaimed. âlike letâs be real here.â
y/n turned to them, âi didnât fall in love with him because of his looks, i fell in love with him because of his personality,â she looked towards quinn before looking back at the younger brothers, âalthough sometimes heâs a little interesting.â
âwhat do you mean interesting?â
âa wet cat.â
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i fucking hate this so much like actually wtff đđ anyways hereâs my monthly post and hopefully some of you enjoy it. uni is my new home and umm itâs great!! now my roommate and my friends are making go to a frat tmrw so uhh hopefully it goes well (ik it wonât) wish me luck đ€
#quinn hughes#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x reader#nhl imagine#vancover canucks#nhl#nhl hockey#hockey#jack hughes#luke hughes#isaâs works đŠ
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wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 5
chapter 4 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 6
pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)
summary: after what happened a couple of months ago, you are ready to move forward. joel? not so much. he might need a little... prodding.
warnings: 18+, mdni. internal and verbal discussions of feelings, trauma and past relationships. some jealousy (if you squint very hard). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). again, absolutely filthy smut because i donât know any better (sorry not sorry). fluff. voyeurism (you spy on joel). masturbation (f and m). oral (f and m receiving). finger sucking. unprotected piv. praise kink. sir kink. size kink. cum eating. a bit of cum play. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. dirty talk. you are very needy in this one and joel is very possessive over you. soft!dom!joel. aftercare. pet names (darlinâ, sweetheart, baby, honey). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n. joelâs and readerâs pov.
a/n: hiya! first i want to thank you all for the positive feedback this series has gotten! [: i started writing this for myself mainly, and decided to post it here thinking that if a couple of people liked it, it'd make my heart happy. also, i have taken some licenses with joel's past, as neither the game nor the tv show gives many details (you'll understand what i mean). anyways! after the last chapter, our two protagonists (you!) deserve a bit of calm, peace and quiet... right? đ as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests/side stories if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x
w/c: ~6.3k (sorry?).
tags (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981
August came around relatively quickly. Tommy had proposed you got closer to civilisation, which meant long trekking trips while the sunlight was still up. Joel agreed reluctantly, as he still thought that was dangerous. You just went along with it, letting them decide â you didnât really care where you ended up as long as the Millers were by your side.
Well, one of them especially.
At daytime you barely had time to yourself. However, the story was completely different at nighttime. The second you closed your eyes, snippets of what had happened two months ago flooded your memory. For the first few weeks, the nightmares were unbearable. You would wake up in the dead of night, sweaty and shaking.
And every time you woke up, Joel was by your side. He would hug you while you both laid on improvised beds, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Neither of you would talk, you would just cry in silence while your panic attack subsided â Joel holding you throughout the whole episode. He had truly been a rock you could hold onto in the middle of a sea storm.
It got to the point where Tommy had started to realise that something was up between you two. Neither you nor Joel denied nor confirmed anything, although Tommy never asked. He would just look away when his brother would attend to you if you fell behind or would offer to do the first night shifts so Joel could be by your side at bedtime.
You were somewhat sure that Joel really cared about you. The way he would look at you⊠it sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in his eyes was hypnotising â sometimes you would find yourself lost in his brown orbs, unable to look away. You also really cared about him.
You didnât want to put a label to your feelings, mainly because you were not sure how Joel would react. You had come to understand that the man was prone to evade any topic about his feelings in general â physical, emotional or otherwise. You could still not get him to tell you whenever he felt off. Since the blow to his head a couple of months back, Joel had been suffering with horrible headaches, to the point where he had fainted in a couple of instances.
The man was such a closed book you found out about his deceased wife the same way you knew about Sarah â through Tommy. You assumed he had one or at least a partner at some point in time before the outbreak. The younger brother didnât give you many details though, not that you asked either â some wounds were better left untouched.
You liked Tommy a lot. He was a godsend â so very different to Joel, but so similar in many ways. He was talkative and filled in long silences with stories about how they would cause mayhem at home when they were kids. You didnât know if they were true or not, but they were entertaining nonetheless. You were under the impression that Tommy was the one who got into sticky situations and Joel was the one who had to fix them.
âIâm gonna go to the lake for a bitâ, Joel told you, derailing your train of thought.
âNo worries, Iâll get the fire going. Poor Tommy is always the one setting up campâ, you replied with a slight smile.
âYeah, poor me, relegated to such unsignificant tasksâ, said Tommy with a chuckle.
You smiled back and then looked in Joelâs direction. He was frowning at both of you, but quickly controlled his face expression.
âIâll be back soonâ, Joel crouched to look through his backpack, grabbing a couple of towels.
Something inside of you twisted. But you pushed the thought to the back of your head. You had already volunteered to start the fire.
You really tried to focus on the bonfire. And after a few attempts, you finally got it going. Joel had not come back yet from the lake â it had only been ten minutes, but you were slightly worried in case he had lost consciousness again while no one was around.
âIâll go check on himâ, you told Tommy.
He looked at you with a sarcastic smile.
âSure thingâ, he replied while he started to skin a rabbit.
You rolled your eyes before you left in the direction Joel had gone.
You walked the hundred metres that separated the camp and the lake. The brothers had ensured the area was completely devoid of human existence before they decided to settle there for the night. You were now in Mark Twain National Forest, near St. Louis. You had checked out Kansas City a week ago, but both Tommy and Joel had deemed it too unsafe. So Chicago was your final destination. None of you knew what you would encounter there, but it was worth a try. The wilderness had not proven to be any safer.
Before you got to the bank of the lake, you spotted Joel in the water. He had his back towards you, your eager eyes checking out his broad shoulders, the water level up to his hips. He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back.
You stopped walking, somewhat mesmerised, your head slightly tilted to one side with curiosity. In the last two months, you had discovered a new side to Joel you didnât know he had.
You guessed that what happened that night also affected him in a different way it did you. After he almost decapitated that man, you saw guilt in his eyes when he looked at you â you still sometimes caught a glimpse of it to this day. As you found out later, that culpability was because he felt responsible for what those men did to you â he really thought he could have done more. And he did in a sense, because for the next couple of days he hunted down every man in that group until there was no one left to hurt you. Apparently, that was not enough in his eyes, although it was in yours. But as much as you tried to explain that to him, it just wouldnât sink in. He was so stubborn it made you go crazy sometimes.
Although Joel had been there for you emotionally, he had not touched you for the last two months. You managed to steal a few kisses from him and that was it. He had been extremely cautious with you in that respect. You were relieved he was as you tried to come to terms with what had happened, but after a few weeks it started to feel⊠frustrating. You were not broken and despite what he thought, you still had needs.
He suddenly looked over his right shoulder, offering you his side profile â to you, he was gorgeous. Feeling like a child caught causing mischief, you quickly hid behind a tree. Joel looked around, eyebrows touching in confusion, but then he shook his head as if he was imagining things and proceeded to cup his hands in the water to wet his face.
You couldnât not watch. You instantly realised that was the first time you saw him naked. The last âand, regrettably, the onlyâ time you two had sex, he was fully clothed. There was something very intimate about seeing him washing up.
You were so transfixed on the picture in front of you it was like the world had disappeared around you. Joel rubbed his skin with a hand towel â his strong arms, his chest, his back, his lower stomach⊠Your breath quickened a bit, your heart picking up a pace. Everything about him invited you in â it wasnât only his rugged appearance that appealed to you, but also his character.
You started to feel hot. Had the temperature suddenly gone up? It seemed like it. Joel put the hand towel on his left shoulder. When you saw his right hand disappear below the water in front of him, your mouth went dry wishing it was your hand. You wanted to help him clean his manhood so badly â memories of his delightful cock rocking you into a trance short-circuited your brain.
Before you could stop yourself, you placed one hand on your belly, biting your bottom lip. You finally gave in to temptation, pushing past the edge of your panties. You dipped two fingers in your slit, doing circular movements around your clit. Your eyes, albeit halfway closed in pleasure, could not leave Joel as he kept on freshening up. You pushed down your fingers a bit more, sliding one of them in your needy hole.
You closed your eyes, a half-smile showing on the corner of your lips. That felt so good. If Joel was going to do nothing about it â fine, you would. Still behind the tree, out of sight, you held on to the bark with your free hand, upping the rhythm of your wet fingers, your thumb rubbing that tight knot in your fold. Then you slightly opened your eyes again â you wanted to stare at Joel while you came.
But he wasnât there anymore. You frowned, confused, but you were too busy to worry about that right now. So you closed your eyes again to fully focus on the task at hand. You leaned your forehead against the tree, feeling your orgasm wash over you with intensity. You pressed your lips, suppressing a moan as to not alert Joel of your presence.
âAm I interrupting?â, his soft voice forced you to glance in his direction with starry eyes.
He was on your righthand side, just half a metre away from you. Entirely naked in all his glory, an erection creeping up on him. You were speechless, partially because you had been caught spying on him and partially because you were still feeling the last remnants of your climax, your inner walls crying for something to choke.
âIâIâŠâ, you really tried to excuse yourself, but your voice faltered when your eyes checked him out from top to bottom.
His body was chiselled, his muscles somewhat defined, especially around his waist. He had a pronounced V line with a hairy, happy trail which you avidly followed with your eyes until you were gifted with the sight of his veiny cock. You unconsciously licked your bottom lip.
Your fingers were still dunked in your warm pussy. Joel grabbed your wrist and took your hand out of your underwear, raising it to eye level. Your digits were sticky, covered in your own cum. You should feel ashamed, but you definitely didnât. Not with him. Joel looked into your eyes, and, without breaking visual contact, he brought your slick fingers closer to his face. With no hesitation, he opened his mouth and pushed them into it, licking them clean. You felt your cunt gushing, eyelids half closed. You could have easily come again for him, but he released your fingers far too quickly for your liking.
âYou naughty girlâ, he whispered as he pulled you from the wrist to get you closer to his chest. âYou taste even better than what I imaginedâ.
âI didnât think you wereâŠâ
âAware of your presence? Always, darlinââ, he finished for you.
Your cheeks blushed when he freed your wrist and lifted your chin up. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, his mouth just an inch away from yours. You bowed to kiss him, but he backed up a little, denying you.
âAre you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?â, he asked, you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
You nodded vehemently.
âYes, please, Joel, I really need to feel you, to have you fuck me senselessâ, you emphasized, short-breathed.
He seemed to consider your words for longer than what was acceptable. You saw his eyes flying between yours and your lips.
âPlease?â, you begged.
Your prayers might have been heard, because he leaned forward, brushing your mouth with his.
âThen go down on your knees, darlinââ, he whispered against your lips.
You silently gasped as your clit pulsed at his words. You were delighted to follow his command, and so you kneeled compliantly.
When your knees touched the grass, his cock was at eye level. You couldnât help but marvel at the sight. His dick was as big as you remembered, the memory of it filling you up still haunted you. It was so erected now that the tip touched his belly button. Joel looked so strained you thought he had to be in pain. And you were more than willing to help him alleviate it.
You moved your hand forward, but before you could try to wrap your fingers around him, Joel stopped you.
âNo, with your mouthâ, was his order.
You intertwined your fingers on your lower back and inclined your heard towards him. You gazed up at him, his jawline very tense. You let your tongue out and shyly tapped his glans with the tip. Joel closed his eyes immediately and grumbled loudly as his cock twitched in front of you.
That was all you needed to spur you on. You widely opened your mouth to house his manhood and sealed your lips around the head, the tip of your tongue trying to push open the slit on his foreskin. You played with him for a bit while your jaw relaxed. Then you started to push him in further and further down your mouth, as far as you could take him. His glans pushed past your uvula, you could barely breathe, just as you had imagined a few months ago â a dream come true. You bobbed your head back and forth, feeling him in your throat, your eyes watering. But you were still not close to have his dick entirely in your mouth â he was so damn big.
Joel growled in ecstasy as he looked down to you. The sight of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed, bright beautiful eyes, your tongue maliciously inciting him⊠He just couldnât believe how giving you were.
âLook at you with your mouth so fullâ, he said placing one of his hands under your chin. He could feel his own cock expanding your throat. âYou look so damn pretty, babyâ.
You leaned back a bit, releasing most of his erection except for the tip. With the help of one hand you started pumping his shaft, the other gently massaging his balls. Joel eyed you intensely while you ate him up like a lollypop. His salty flavour inundated all your senses, your eyes pinned on his.
His fingers clenched in frustration.
âShit, stop, Iâm gonna comeâ, he mumbled as he pushed back to free his dick from your wicked lips.
No way in hell, you thought. He was not about to deny you that. You had been thinking about this moment for fucking months, you wouldnât let him take that pleasure away from you.
You grasped him by his ass, your palms firmly pressing on his buttocks to take his cock even deeper. You then gave him head as best as you knew how, fastening the rhythm when you felt the pulsation coming from him.
âFuck, babyââ, he moaned your name as he came in your hot, wet cavity.
You felt his spent hit the back of your throat. It was so tangy and musky. You swallowed all of it. Ah, delicious, you thought gleefully. You let go of his ass and released his dick from the prison of your lips.
You placed the palms of your hands on your knees, still on the ground, and glanced up at him innocently with a sweet smile painting your face. You then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show Joel you had eaten all his cum â a bridge of spit connecting the tip of your tongue to his glans.
He dropped one hand to break off the arch of saliva between you and him with his index, and fed it to you â you gladly accepted, sucking his finger clean.
âDid I do good, sir?â, you asked with a small voice, looking for praise.
âGood? You did fucking splendid, sweetheartâ, you beamed with the compliment and got up to your feet when he offered you a hand.
He took your hand, walking behind him as he headed towards the lake. He turned around to face you and kissed you slowly, his tongue caressing your palate. He then took a step back. The sun was setting on his back, the orange and red lighting reflecting off the waterbed. His brown eyes, bearded jaw, hooked nose, his hair curling at the nape of his neck⊠He looked like a roman God â Mars, you thought. Joel looked like a man about to fight for his life and yours on the battlefield.
He sat down on a massive flat rock one metre away from the bank of the lake, which was approximately two metres wide in both directions.
âNow undress for me, babyâ, he instructed.
You did not hesitate â all your clothing fell to your feet, piece by piece, while Joel eagerly watched the show you put on. He wetted his bottom lip while he readjusted his cock on his lap. You stood there with dreamy eyes, awaiting. He motioned one hand towards the rock he was sat on, an invitation for you to join him.
Once you were sat on his right, he placed his left hand around the front of your neck â a very slight touch that forced you to flatten your back against the rock while he positioned himself on top of you. He bit your chin while his left hand put a sweet amount of pressure on your throat. You could tell he was controlling himself.
âMy turnâ, he whispered, coming off you.
He got off the rock, kneeling on the ground in front of you. You put your elbows down on the rock to lift your torso and be able to look at him, your knees bent, the sole of your feet against the cold surface of the rocky platform. Joel grabbed you by the hips and scooted your ass over to the edge of the rock. Your legs were firmly pressed against each other, trying to hide your quivering cunt â suddenly you felt shy.
âSpread your legs open for me, darlinâ, lemme seeâ, he commended you with his hands on your knees.
You couldnât say no to him, you didnât want to. So you obeyed, dropping your legs to the sides, offering him your dripping fold. He traced your slit with his index, and you moaned.
âYouâre so fucking wet already. So receptive, arenât you?â, he asked looking at you dead in the eye, his finger sinking in between your legs, looking for the entrance. âWho gets your pussy so wet?â, he pushed his fingertip in your hole, and you groaned loudly. âWho, darlinâ? Use your wordsâ.
âYou, only you, sirâ, you gasped.
âThis is mineâ. He pushed in the second phalange.
You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing.
âAll yours, yesâ.
His finger got completely sucked in down to his knuckle, stroking your g-spot. You harshly pressed your lips.
âExactly, donât you dare forget thatâ, his tone was so serious you looked at him enigmatically, not really understanding where that sudden possessiveness came from, but you loved every bit of it. And you were more than happy to put his doubts to rest.
You nodded frantically.
âI would never, sir, I swear my pussy is all yoursâ, you really meant it.
âAs it should beâ, he added a second finger as he leaned forward and kissed your mound.
You sighed, eyes teary, and flattened your back against the rock again, as Joel made out with the fatty skin above your clit. He introduced a third finger, all of them rubbing your anterior wall. Then his mouth dropped and sucked in your clit. Your knees trembled while you held both of your breasts, playing with your nipples and biting down your lip to stop your wanton screams. He insisted with his kissing until your wet cunt started fluttering around his fingers, a clear tell you were about to come. He stroked your clit with his teeth, very lightly, sending shivers up your spine. Your legs pressed against his head, tension building up. And then, finally, sweet release. You came so hard on his mouth, and he drank it all.
He unburied his head from in between your legs and glanced at you with a sufficient smile.
âYou taste even better directly from your creamy cunt, babyâ, you were glad he was so talkative during sex, especially if it was to praise you.
Joel placed the palm of his hand over your mound, his fingers covering your damp pussy, and rubbed with just the right amount of friction. You exhaled slowly.
âIâm gonna make you come againâ, he promised.
You pursed your lips, your cunt palpitating at the prospect.
âI donât know if I canââ, you uttered under your breath.
He raised an eyebrow, almost as if he was offended. Joel grabbed your thighs and pulled towards him; the back of your knees placed on his shoulders.
âDonât doubt me, of course you can. I said Iâll make youâ, his mouth was so close to your moist pussy you felt his cool breath on your damp skin.
You whimpered when his tongue swept your entire slit unhurriedly, from your perineum to your clit, his hand climbing up your body to squeeze one of your breasts firmly. Joel repeated that move a few times â and your brain chemistry would be changed forever after that. He briefly pinched your nipple while he paid special attention to the core of your pleasure. Joel smothered your clit with his lips â you closed your eyes while placing a hand over his on your boob.
Joelâs tongue stopped torturing you for a second. He nudged your clit with the tip of his hooked nose and then inhaled your sweet smell. That scent was making him go wild with lust to the point where he started fisting his cock, the tip already leaking with precum. He flattened his tongue against your swollen lips, wiggling it through the slit to touch your needy hole. He could not believe you were this wet for him â if he had the chance, he would drink from your seeping fold every single day. This was how ambrosia tasted like â he was damn sure of it.
He placed his hands to each side of your puffy flaps to spread your pussy open, while the tip of his tongue slipped inside of you. Your free hand flew to his head, fisting a handful of hair. Your toes clenched as he started to fuck your hole with his tongue. You felt your whole uterus contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your cum started to ooze out as a new orgasm hit you with full force, yelling his name. Joel did not waste any of it, licking it off you shamelessly.
What just happened â that felt like sin, the most beautiful sin you had ever experienced. Your breathing was so irregular you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Then you heard Joel snickering as he got back up to his feet.
âSee? Told yaâ, he said smugly as you placed the elbows on the rock to lift your chest and glance at him.
He was jerking off, his cock ready for you again. You sat back up and leaned forward, your hands on his muscular thighs as you kissed the slippery tip, the shaft, then his balls. You showered pecks all over his manhood, worshipping it.
âS-sorry, sir, can I ask? Is your cock only mine? P-please?â, you asked in between smooches, almost panting, looking at him with puppy eyes.
Joelâs irises were swirling with desire, his hips slightly slanted forward towards your mouth, his dick visibly spasming while he caressed your cheek.
âAll yours, yesâ, he replicated your exact words, your heart fluttering with contempt.
You smiled at him before licking his testicles again â your hand pushing his shaft against his lower belly to give you better access. Your eyes never abandoned his as your saliva covered his soft ball sacks.
This time he did step back, and you let him.
âI need you inside me, pleaseâ, you murmured.
His jaw was so tight he didnât dare to speak. Joel could feel his heartbeat on his cock, all because of you and your wanton mouth. You looked so damn beautiful â on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes, patiently waiting. He knew you very well by now, fully conscious that as sweet as you were acting now, that was it â an act. And he loved every bit of it. He liked the way you replied to him when sex wasnât involved, taking no shit from anyone, your snarky remarks driving him crazy.
Joel sat down on the rock and motioned for you to join him on his lap. You joyfully obliged, sitting atop of him. Your knees to each side of his waist, your bust against his, skin to skin. Your nipples grazed his chest, becoming harder at the electric contact. He cupped both of your boobs and pushed them up, so he could kiss them tenderly. You sighed, your mouth against his ear. Still holding your breasts, he unattached his lips from your nipples to peck your chin.
âFuck me, darlinââ.
You looked down between you two. His erection was so prominent you knew it was hurting him. And you could ease that pain for him. Heaving, you lifted your hips up and grabbed his dick. It was hard but soft at the same time, velvety, very warm and beating. So sensitive to the touch he groaned â music to your ears. You hugged his neck with your free arm as you guided his tip to your leaking entrance.
With a sudden drop of your hips, you impaled yourself harshly â his bollocks kissing your tumid lips. You circled your hips against his, very slowly, which made you both moan in unison. Then you raised your body, his cock slipping out completely. Holding him from the base, you came down on him sharply again.
Joel was close to losing his mind. If you did that one more time, he wasnât going to be able to hold it for much longer. You seemed to understand that, because you started to rock your hips back and forth, up and down. He kneaded your ass, feeling your rhythm, spurring you on. His fingers squeezed the skin under them while he kissed your collarbone. His mind was completely blank â he could only focus on your sweet pussy hugging him, choking him. His dick felt so wet, so hot, throbbing for release⊠You kept on riding him, your movements growing erratic as you both were close to climax.
You surrounded Joelâs neck with both arms, pressing your breasts against his handsome face, your hips flushed with his, as your cunt angrily convulsed around his erection in blissful liberation. Joel held it together while you recovered, his hands still on your ass cheeks, fingers so clutched they were close to dislocating.
âBaby, if you donât get off, Iâmââ, pain smeared his tone. He was really fighting for his life right there and then.
âOh, sorryâ, you said with a small voice, still feeling your own pleasure. You elevated your hips, so his manhood popped out with a squelching sound.
You were not going to leave him hanging, obviously. So you kneeled before him, in between his strong legs, and kissed his tip. Joel sighed loudly when you closed off your lips around him for the second time today and pumped his shaft fast and strong, milking him dry. A minute later, your throat was clogged with his spent. A drop of it trickled down the corner of your mouth.
Joel leaned forward and caught the cum off the corner of your mouth with his thumb before rubbing it on your lips. Then he kissed you wetly, devouring you. He could never have enough of you.
âThank you, sirâ, you whispered with a smile when he was done assaulting your mouth.
He just smiled back. A genuine smile, the first you had seen from him. It tugged at your heart a little.
You were still feeling restless. Although you had orgasmed four times already, your pussy lips were so inflamed you thought you were on your way down to hell. Still on your knees in front of him, you softly massaged your sensitive clit. It was burning â you suppressed a sob as you glanced up at him, lips slightly parted.
âWhat is it? Is your tight pussy still gushing, sweetheart?â, he asked you, cupping your chin.
You nodded, tears of frustration blurring your vision.
âI need more, I canât â my pussy is on fire, sirâ, you muttered, feeling sorry for yourself. You were in a heightened state of sensory overload.
âLet me help you with that thenâ, you almost cried of relief at his words.
You quickly got up and kneeled on top of his lap again. He slipped a hand in between your bodies to caress your core. Your flesh trembled at the touch. Suddenly you realised you desperately needed to find your own rhythm â you didnât have to communicate it, Joel understood it in a second. He stopped and let you do what you had to do. You placed the palm of your hands on his shoulders and started rubbing your pussy against the side of his still hand. You slid your cunt further up to his elbow, and then returned back to his wrist. Your clit greedily welcomed the tingling sensation of the hair on his forearm against your wet slit.
You kept on rocking your hips back and forth on his forearm, pressing hard against it, sliding, rubbing and causing as much friction as you could, the heat in your belly flowing down to your crotch. You buried your fingers in his wet hair and tilted his head backwards so you could rest your forehead against his. Your inner walls contracted extremely hard and then you let go, squirting plentifully for a few never-ending seconds on Joelâs forearm. Your overstimulated cunt was leaking on top of him as if someone had opened the tap of your pleasure and couldnât close it. When the last wave of your climax abandoned you, you looked down to see how it all trickled down from his forearm onto his lap.
You closed your eyes, content, when he gently tapped your pussy a few times. You breathed in deeply, feeling completely satisfied, finally at peace. Then you pecked his lips with gratitude.
âBetter now, baby?â.
âYes, infinitely better. IâIâm sorry I made a messâ.
âDonât you apologise for thatâ.
You both remained in that position for a few minutes â his now relaxed, wet cock warmly lodged between the flaps of your still dribbling cunt. He hugged your waist to bring you closer to him, his mouth brushing yours in a moment of calmness you had not experienced with him yet.
When his lips released yours, you placed your cheek against his right shoulder, your fingertips tracing the scar on it. Silence ensued, neither of you felt the need to fill it with words.
As much as you fought against yourself, you had feelings for Joel. Although you probably didnât know all his faces, you knew enough about him to love him. The way he would have you on your tiptoes with his sarcastic comments, his bluntness, his rudeness, the way he would snap back at you when you pressed his buttons â but also his kindness, his caring side, his softness, how he worried about you making sure you were okay, his demanding sexual needs, the way he made you feel when his hands mapped out your skin.
But you were not sure what he thought about all of this. In some respects, his mind was inscrutable. It was part of his charming personality, you guessed. You kissed the scar on his shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.
âI love how you smellâ, he murmured.
âIs that the only thing you love about me?â, you couldnât resist, the words just slipped out of your mouth. You wished you could take them back, but it was too late for that.
Joel slightly froze in place at your question. He couldnât deny that he had started to develop feelings for you. The way you looked at him made him want to be a better person. Although you drove him crazy sometimes, you made his days bearable, a shining beautiful light amongst so much darkness. You were his lighthouse, guiding him to shore. He just needed to learn how to surf through the violent waves before he could safely approach the coast.
Knowing how close he had been to losing you had opened his eyes to a new, unknown reality. He would literally kill for you if he had to â he had already done it and would do it all over again without blinking. No regrets whatsoever.
But he had some unresolved trust issues when it came to romantic relationships. Joel married Sarahâs mother, Charlotte, when they were both twenty-one years old, as soon as they knew they were expecting. The first two years were very hard on them both, parenthood was not a piece of cake. Resentment had grown between them, to the point where Charlotte had accused him of robbing her of her fun years, which led her to cheat on him. They tried to salvage their marriage for the sake of Sarah, but they never did â Charlotte died in a car accident while on a heated, angry phone call with Joel.
He locked away those thoughts â it wasnât the time nor the place to dwell on the past. Not when he had you with him.
âI⊠well, no. I love everything about you, sweetheartâ, he conceded.
Your heart skipped a beat with joy. No, it wasnât a love confession, but it was much more than what you were expecting of him. You turned your face against his neck and placed a kiss on his Adamâs apple.
âCâmon, letâs freshen up, I want to clean my mess off you, I do feel a bit badâ, you said with a chuckle.
You got off his lap, the cool breeze touching your sweaty skin. You offered him a hand, which he took, standing up behind you. Without letting go of his fingers interlaced with yours, you guided him to the water. It was cold, but you ventured inside with Joel following you. When the level was up to your waist, you turned around in Joelâs embrace.
You proceeded to wash off your cum and his off his cock, his lap, his forearm. When you were done, he kissed the top of your head. His left hand did the same to you, his fingers caressing your pussy, cleaning the proof of your shared pleasure. He did so not in a sexual way, but in a caring, intimate way. A minute later, you both disappeared beneath the water to emerge a second later, to wash off all the sweat. You found yourself in his arms again, your cheek against his chest â you could hear his heart beating loudly but steadily.
âJoel, Iââ, you didnât know where to start. There were thoughts you had been wanting to put into words for a while now. âWhat happened to me sucks and I still die a bit inside when the memories come back at night. But none of it was your fault, nor mine. I do not want those bastards to win, to ruin my life. And my life with you. And I know it will take time to heal that part of me, or maybe it will never heal, but that doesnât mean that I donât want you. I want you so badly, Joel, but what I do not want is you walking on eggshells around me. Iâm not broken, I want to move forward, not get stuck in the past. Do you understand what I mean?â, you asked, your cheek still against his chest, looking up at him.
His eyes were focused on yours. His heart shrunk a bit, sharing your pain. If he could, he would take it away, all of it â the fear, the panic attacks, the agony, the memories, the nightmares. But he couldnât change the past. So, he nodded.
âI do, honeyâ, he whispered as he bowed down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.
You both stood there for a few more minutes, hugging each other in silence. Then Joel grumpily ended the embrace.
âWe should get back, Tommy is going to kill usâ.
You laughed because it was so true. You both got out of the lake, towelled down and got dressed. You started walking towards the campsite besides him â your hand in his, fingers entangled. When you saw the tent and Tommyâs outline against the fire, you got ready to release his hand. But he didnât let go when Tommy turned around to look at both of you.
You tried to hide a soft smile â and failed.
The younger Miller noticed you holding hands but made no comment about it. But he did smile. A very wide smile.
âWell, about damn time, dinner is almost readyâ, he said with amusement, pointing to the rabbit impaled with a stick roasting on top of the fire. âIf you took any longer, the rabbit was going to come back to life and run awayâ.
âAlways so theatrical, Tommyâ, you chuckled.
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feather , part 25
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Obligation [Joel x f!reader]
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Fandom: The Last of Us
Ship: Joel Miller x you/f!reader who is 52.
Tags/warnings: Throwing up, unplanned pregnancy, angst, Joel doesn't take it well but is soft, implied abortion.
Summary: You've been fucking Joel Miller for a couple of months when you realize that you're pregnant - which you didn't think possible because you thought you were post-menopausal. How does one get an abortion in Jackson - and how are you going to tell Joel?
Words: 4,267
A/N: For all my old gals out there, as well as those who don't want kids.
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I think I may be pregnant.
The realization reverberates through you, bringing with it another wave of nausea. You barely have time to stick your head down the toilet before you throw up. The acrid taste of bile fills your mouth and nose, and tears stream down your cheeks. You grip the toilet seat as you continue retching, your stomach hellbent on emptying itself.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. No. No, no, no, no, no, how can this be?
What an idiot question. You almost laugh at yourself in the midst of this misery. How does one become pregnant? Well, fucking someone like Joel Miller on a regular basis is a good start. He fucks you deep and good, the bed and his body creaking in unison as he has you pinned underneath him, his broad, heavy body a welcome weight on you, his cock balls deep inside your wet cunt when he finishes and leaves you full even after he's pulled out. His thick, creamy cum dripping out of you when you fall into blissful sleep, sometimes with him staying over.
You know how babies are made, for God's sake. You just didn't count on you still being able to make them. You're past 50, and your period stopped years ago. This is new to you, youâve never been pregnant before or even had an interest in trying, but youâre not stupid. Youâve been feeling tired lately, out of sorts, a dull nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach like just before your period, and last night when Joel grabbed your breasts, you almost punched him. Even now theyâre so sore even the weight of them hurts.
And now this. Morning sickness. You havenât eaten anything strange, you were okay last night, and paired up with everything else that has been going on⊠you must be pregnant.
Thank God Joel isnât here, you think dimly. He didn't stay over last night, quoting an early morning today to go on patrol. You didn't mind. What you have together is casual, and you're not the one who needs to be cuddled â or coddled, for that matter. You like it when he stays over, but donât care if he doesnât. It has worked out well for a few months now.
And now this. You draw a quivering breath, and slump against the wall. It seems like your stomach has settled, so after a couple of minutes, you carefully stand up and bend over the sink, rinsing out your mouth with cold water before splashing some in your face. Straightening your back, you meet your tired gaze in the small mirror above the sink. There is nothing different there, except a lack of energy, but nothing that could reveal the fact that you are carrying a growing clump of cells in your belly.
The thought makes you nauseous again, and you step back to the toilet, expecting to be sick, but there is nothing else to expel, so you flush the toilet, and slowly make your way to the kitchen. Despite being sick, or because of it, youâre hungry, so you take out what provisions you have, and sit down at the table. You usually take your meals in the dining hall, but you donât want to show yourself right now. God knows what will happen if anyone asks you how you are. And what if you eat, and then throw up again?
Slowly, you gnaw away at a slice of bread with cheese on it, while trying to get yourself together and think over your options. But no matter how you try to think about it, there are no options except one: you have to get rid of it. The reasons are many, but the two most pressing ones are the simple fact that you have never wanted children, and this is not a world into which children should be born, as far as youâre concerned. The more you think about it, the more certain you are. But how in the hell are you going to get an abortion? And while you may not be shy, how the actual fuck are you going to tell the doc that you, a 52-year-old woman, didnât think to protect yourself? Or that you know your own body so badly that you didnât even know that youâre, in fact, not post-menopausal?
You stopped crying years ago because tears have no function in this world, but now your humiliation makes your tears well up. You sniffle wetly, put down the piece of bread, and angrily wipe at your eyes.
âFuck,â you mutter, but there is no stopping the tears. When the first one runs down your cheek, you bang your fist to the table and scream.
âFUCK!â
You let the tears fall, confident that there wonât be too many. When youâre done crying, you finish your meagre breakfast, wipe your face, and get dressed. A day of work awaits you, and maybe if you work hard enoughâŠ
You shudder at the thought. You may not have any experience in this department, but you know that your age is a liability. Things could go wrong, and you could die. You donât want to die. You didnât survive for all these years just to get taken out by a goddamn unwanted pregnancy.
Fortified by your sheer will to live, you open the front door, and get to work.
During your lunch break, you slip into the Jackson library, which is only just one room in the schoolhouse. The collection consists of whatever has been found during raids, as well as works that the residents have brought with them. The stacks are neat, though, thanks to the teacher who also doubles as a librarian. The collection is divided into main classes, and you quickly find the small section for Biology. There is a middle school book with a chapter on human reproduction, but thatâs just the basics. You check the Medicine section, finding nothing. You leave the library, mentally chiding yourself for thinking that youâd find anything there to help you deal with the fact that youâre geriatric, pregnant, and in need of an abortion, with no hope of having one because there are no hospitals, only one doctor who operates out of a simple cabin with barely any equipment or drugs.
Anxiety rises in you again, bringing bile with it. You slink in behind the nearest house and bend over. What little breakfast you had lands before your feet, and you spit away the taste.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck am I going to do?
You take a steadying breath before reappearing back on the street, aiming for your house. So purposeful are you to get away from people, that you donât notice the tall man next to you before he puts his hand on your arm.
âHey.â
You start, jerking back before you recognize Joelâs frowning face.
âSorry,â he apologizes immediately. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you nod, casting your eyes down as you continue your walk. âJust didnât see you there.â
âGoing to lunch?â
âI already ate.â
âAll right.â His hand is on your arm again, now effectively stopping you in the middle of the street. He stands in front of you, broad, tall, and smelling of horses.
âYou sure youâre okay?â His voice is lower now, so as to not have anyone overhear him. âYou look a little pale.â
Joel Miller has been nothing but good to you. He doesnât talk much, and what little he talks, happens in the darkness after youâve fucked, when there are no barriers left between the two of you. He keeps to himself, to the girl who was with him when he arrived, to his brother. To you, now. You may not be able to make him laugh as Ellie does, but he saves soft smiles for you. Heâs loyal, kind, and helpful. And despite all that, youâre going to lie to him.
âI didnât sleep well.â You look into his eyes, even giving him the ghost of a smile. âYou wore me out, but I still couldnât sleep.â
His face softens visibly, a smile playing in the corner of his mouth as he leans in and whispers: âIâm sorry, darling. Just have to try harder next time.â
Something flutters in the pit of your stomach, but it doesnât translate to the usual heaviness between your legs. Instead, you just feel sick for having lied to him.
Joelâs hand travels down your arm to your hand, thick fingers quickly squeezing years before letting go.
âSee you later?â
You hear the question, know what it means.
âI think I better get a good nightâs sleep?â
Joel flashes a sympathetic grin. âGood idea. See you around.â
You watch him stride towards the dining hall, broad back squared, head held high in constant vigilance, even here within the walls of Jackson.
Heâll figure it out eventually. Heâs smart. Heâll know somethingâs up.
You shake your head to get rid of those unwanted thoughts, and then you return to work.
The next morning starts the same way the previous one did: with your head down the toilet bowl. This time you feel even more sick because you didnât get much sleep, and when you finally emerge out of your house, you run into Joel, whoâs halfway up your porch.
âMorning,â he greets you, then stops as he sees your ashen face. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI think Iâm coming down with something,â you shrug, stacking another lie upon the previous one.
âMaybe you should stay home, get some rest,â he suggests, and even if heâs wearing his customary frown, you can hear how his voice is laced with concern. Managing a smile, you brush your arm against his.
âIâll just get antsy. Iâll take it easy today, I promise.â
Heâs happy with that and doesnât question you when you donât go to communal breakfast.
For the next few days, you do what you can to avoid Joel. You donât want him to know that youâre sick in the mornings, donât want him to touch you and find out how tender your breasts are, donât want to talk to him or even see him because it only reminds you of the solution you inevitably have to find soon. Youâre going to have to come clean to the doc at the very least â Â unless you try to deal with the situation by yourself somehow. But you have no idea how to do that without hurting yourself, and thatâs the last thing you want to do.
Finally, itâs Joel who takes the first step. You have declined his visits for a week when he surprises you by knocking on your door one night. His face is backlit by the porch light that creates a halo around his ragged, curl-prone hair.
âCan I come in?â
âIâm tired,â you mumble, but he speaks your name, and you realize that there is no running away anymore. So, you step to the side to let him in.
He stands before you, arms crossed over his broad chest as he stares at the floor between the two of you. You canât look at him, so you stare at the same spot. Thereâs dirt from his boots there, but you donât care.
âListen, IâŠâ he starts, clearing his throat. âI know nothingâs been explicitly said here. About us, I mean. It is what it is. But I thought we had a good thing going, and now it seems like you donât want anything to do with me anymore?â
Your stomach drops, and for a moment you fear that youâll throw up your dinner as well as you did your breakfast.
âJoelâŠâ
âI just want to know if I did something wrong, so that I can apologize and then leave you be.â
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â you tell him quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself to prevent the slight trembling thatâs starting to travel through your body. Your nerves are shot, and you press your lips together to keep your teeth from chattering.
âThen what is it?â Now heâs looking at you. You can feel his eyes burn into you.
Does he have to sound so fucking gentle? It would be easier if he yelled at you, or stormed out, or hadnât come at all, but you should have known that Joel Miller would be so fucking gentle about it.
You take a deep breath, then finally look up into his eyes.
âIâm pregnant.â
Joel stares at you, his face blank. There is just nothing there for several breaths before his brows rise and his arms fall to his sides.
âYouâre what?â
âYou heard me.â
He still looks at you like he doesnât understand.
âBut⊠how is that possible?â
You lean your head to one side and give him a come on kind of look. Joel scoffs, scratches his head, then shakes it.
âArenât you too old?â
âThatâs what I thought.â
âYou didnât know?â
You donât like the hint of accusation in his voice.
âIâm sorry I havenât seen my healthcare provider in a while!â you snap, now irritated. The change in tone causes in a change in Joel as well.
âIf you werenât sure, then why the hell werenât you more careful?â
âSo itâs my fault?â Your voice is now raised, and your hands come to your hips. âYou took one look at me and thought, âOh, this old hag surely has no eggs leftâ, and then you happily stuck your dick in me, to hell with any other consequences?â
âYou shouldâve said something!â he growls, now visibly upset. If you werenât so intimately familiar with just how soft he could be, youâd be afraid of his dark storm cloud demeanor. But youâre not afraid: youâre pissed off.
âI didnât know,â you articulate. âI havenât had my period in years, and Iâm over fifty! How the fuck could I have known that I could get fucking pregnant!â
âIs it even mine?â Joel retorts, and for some reason, thatâs what makes you snap. Before you know it, your palm has connected with his cheek, and youâre pointing at the door.
âGet out. Get the fuck out, now!â
You donât need to tell him twice: the door slams only a moment after. Youâre no longer feeling nauseous, or trembling. Youâre just empty inside.
He's back the next morning. You did not expect that, and eye him with apprehension where he stands in the doorway, shame etched into his features.
"Can I please come in?" he asks quietly. You're nauseous again, but you don't want to be a bitch. He's a good one, you know that, despite everything. He deserves a chance.
You let him in, gesture for him to go on through to the kitchen. Following him, you swallow down the nausea, and hope that you won't have to throw up. It would be so humiliating.
Sitting down, you nod to him to do the same. He perches uncomfortably on the edge of his seat, sincere gaze searching for eye contact.
"I'm really sorry," he finally says, his voice low but earnest. "I handled myself poorly."
You give him a Ya think? look but say nothing. He gets the message.
"I didn't expect... or think..." He falls silent, looks down at the scratched surface of the table. You stare him down relentlessly, waiting for him to speak on. He's slowly rubbing the knuckles of his right hand, like they're itchy or in pain.
"I had a daughter, a long time ago. She... I lost her on the first day."
Your heart could break from the choked agony of his voice. Swallowing hard, this time to fight the lump in your throat, not nausea, you reach across the table to put your hand over his.
"Joel..."
He looks up at you, now with a new fire in his eyes.
"It was a long time ago, but I've lived in that pain every day, until Ellie took me out of it. And now... this feels like a second chance."
He raises your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your palm. You stare at him, suddenly wary.
"What do you mean, second chance?"
"To have a child with you."
You stare at him in bewilderment, barely even sure you heard him right. He hurries to elaborate.
"I'll take my responsibility. I'll help you raise the child. You won't have to do it all alone."
You quickly pull your hand out of his, like you burned yourself.
"Joel... I'm not going to keep it?"
Before Joel can say anything, your stomach revolts, and you shoot out of your chair, only just making it to the sink before you throw up. Spitting and turning on the water to wash away the vomit, you cup your hand under the stream of cold water, and drink to eradicate the sour taste in your mouth. Barely having swallowed the water, you throw up again.
Joel's warm body pushes gently against you, and his hand is on the small of your back.
"That's it," he murmurs, "deep breath, you're okay."
"I'm fine," you gasp, trying to breathe through your mouth to avoid the smell that seems to penetrate everything.
"I know," he replies calmly, reaching for a glass and filling it with water before handing it to you. "Here."
You drink carefully, hoping it'll stay down. The cold water chills your entire stomach, but you do feel better.
"Thanks." You glance up at him, hand holding the glass shaking a little. Joel notices, and takes it from you.
"You're welcome. Wanna sit down?"
You nod mutely, and he leads you back to the kitchen table. You can walk by yourself, but it's comforting to have his hand on your back. You're no longer alone in this, and it's a bigger relief than you thought.
You bow your head and hide your face in your hands for a moment, steadying yourself. Hearing the other chair scrape against the floor, you finally look up at Joel.
He looks sad but resigned.
"How far along are you?" he asks quietly. You shrug.
"No idea."
"Probably over six weeks."
You shrug again and draw your hand through your hair.
"I meant what I said, Joel." You try to sound gentler. "I'm not keeping it. I can't. I don't want it."
He casts his eyes down, and for a second you think you see a tremble in his lower lip. Then he sniffles with a grimace and looks up again.
"Okay."
You raise your brows. "Is that all you're going to say?"
"It's not my decision, sweetheart." This term of endearment is new, and you're not sure what to make of it.
"You're not going to try to convince me to keep it?" you dare him, but without vehemence. You're just tired.
Joel shakes his head, but you can see that he has something on his mind.
"Joel?" you prompt, and he finally sighs deeply.
"Are you sure you won't regret it?" His voice is eerily toneless, like he's trying his best not to sound accusatory. You rub your forehead with both palms in an attempt to suppress the headache that you can feel building up behind your frontal lobe.
"I've never wanted kids," you tell him in the same, dispassionate voice. "Not when I was younger, and surely not now. Not in this world, not at my age. Not at all."
He flinches, like your words hurt him, but then he nods solemnly.
"Okay. What are you going to do?"
You take a deep breath to steady yourself, because the question faced you with the fact that you have absolutely no idea how to deal with this.
"I don't know."
Your voice breaks, and the first tears well up in your eyes.
"Fuck." The tears spill down your cheeks, and you hide your face from Joel, embarrassed by this sudden display of desperation.
"Hey..."
He's around the table in a heartbeat, crouching by your chair and collecting you into his arms.
"It's okay, sweetheart, we'll figure it out. We'll talk to the doc."
The tears multiply, and you sob audibly from sheer relief of having someone else take charge. You haven't lived with the knowledge of your condition for barely a week, but it has weighed you down more than you knew. And now Joel knows, and he is telling you that it's going to be all right.
"I - just - feel - so - stupid!" you whimper between the sobbing, and Joel strokes his hand down your back.
"Not as stupid as I feel. It's okay, I promise you it'll be okay."
You draw a deep, quivering breath, and square your shoulders. They feel lighter, and you wipe your eyes and cheeks before smiling weakly at Joel.
"Thank you."
"I got you," he smiles back, a dimple appearing in his cheek. You haven't seen it before. It feels like a promise.
Carl, Jackson's doctor, is a GP, but has had to deal with a variety of emergencies over the years. He doesn't bat an eye when you, seated next to Joel, tell him of your predicament, and that you want a termination. He asks for a urine sample, handing you a cup that you, frowning, take with you into the bathroom, do your business, and leave it on the counter, as per Carl's instructions. Coming out of the bathroom, Carl asks you to come back in the afternoon. You agree on a time before you and Joel step out. He squeezes your hand before you part to go to work.
Returning later to Carl's office, you find out that you are, with a seventy percent accuracy, indeed pregnant.
"It's the best test I have," Carl explains. "If a thin film forms over the urine, pregnancy is likely. If not, there is no pregnancy."
"And it couldn't be anything else?" Joel asks, surprising you. Carl looks pained for a moment, and you realize what a difficult question that is. Your hand moves on top of Joel's on the arm rest.
"Given the symptoms; breast tenderness, morning sickness, light cramping... I can't think of anything else to explore."
 "How do we stop it?" you want to know. "Can we even?"
"A surgical abortion is technically possible," Carl nods, and you feel your shoulders relax. "I've done it a couple of times before I came to Jackson, even."
"Well, good."
"Is it safe?" Joel's voice seems tight. "Is it doable here, in these conditions?"
Carl hesitates for a moment before leaning forward to rest his forearms on his desk.
"The procedure itself doesn't take longer than fifteen minutes, but our conditions are, as you probably understand, not ideal. I can sterilize the equipment, but our biggest concern, apart from post-surgical infections, is pain relief."
He lets the information sink in before he adds: "I simply do not have the means to sedate you or give you the pain relief that you are going to need. I wish I could tell you this in any other way, but I can't: It's going to hurt a lot."
You swallow tightly. Joel's thumb passes over the back of your hand.
"Okay," you tell him in a small voice. "I don't have a choice. I'm not going to have a kid in this world. There's no way. We have to do it."
Later, after an extensive talk with the doc, you step out onto the main street of Jackson, Joel right behind you. Without words, the two of you slowly walk towards your house. Not until reaching it, do you sit down on the porch steps. Joel sits down next to you, shoulder to shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"That's a hard question to answer," you sigh, rubbing your forehead. Joel sighs as well.
"Yeah."
You sit in silence and watch people go by. Ellie passes further away together with a friend, waving hello to you but not coming over to chat. You and Joel wave back.
"What does she know about us?" you ask quietly. Joel grunts.
"She knows we hang out, that I like your company, but I havenât told her that we⊠you know.â
"Iâm sure she knows. She's a smart girl."
"That she is."
You wet your lips. "Listen, Joel... I just want to say... thank you, I guess. For being there for me."
"Of course," he replies softly. "And I really am sorry for how I reacted."
"I'm sorry for slapping you."
"I deserved it."
"Kind of." You shoot a quick grin at him, and he grins back.
"Don't think about that," you shake your head. "And I want you to know that you don't have to be involved in what comes next."
"I'm not going to - "
"You wouldn't mind having a baby," you cut him off, "so I'm not going to have you watch me take one away."
"It's not a baby yet," he reminds you pragmatically. "And I said we'd figure this out together. I'll be there, every step of the way. I'll make sure you get through this."
He speaks with a quiet, gentle confidence that makes you want to cry again. You never knew how much you have longed for someone like him.
"You don't have an obligation," you try one last time. Joel turns towards you and cups the back of your head with one large hand.
"I want to be obliged to you, sweetheart."
He leans forward to let his lips brush over yours.
"Let me," he whispers, and you wrap your arms around him, accepting both his offer and his kiss.
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DECEMBER 2022
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user1 somehow all three are very grumpy about rhea leaving.
âł rheareynolds they were. although the boyfriend has no place to be complaining. he's constantly travelling.
user2 the boyfriend is hot.
âł user3 you can only see his hair and arms?
âł user2 and?
vancityreynolds stop lying, i bet they're thrilled.
âł rheareynolds just because blake always throws a party when you leave doesn't mean my friends and boyfriend do.
lilymhe you couldn't have found a better picture of me?
âł rheareynolds i think you look very cute
âł alex_albon that's my girlfriend!
âł rheareynolds what's your point? she's literally my wife
charles_leclerc have fun but not too much fun!
user4 okay but her cat is literally the prettiest cat i've ever seen.
user5 see i personally love that rhea met lily and the other drivers through lando but they still picked her over him
âł user6 to be fair they are friendly with lando but you can tell it's not the same as it was.
âł user7 well lando cheated on his girlfriend and not the other way around.
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logan sargeant i don't speak french
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charles leclerc piastri i swear to seb if you tell nowins about this i will crash into you. alex albon jeez give the kid a chance to breathe sharl
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rhea reynolds oh hello. oscar piastri and?
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rhea reynolds july.
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rhea reynolds but a single in june
pierre gasly IT'S BARELY APRIL?? THAT'S TWO WHOLE MONTHS AWAY?? mick schumacher sucks to suck charles leclerc YOU LET HIM HEAR IT BEFORE US?? YOUR BEST FRIENDS?? charles leclerc WHAT HAPPENED TO BROS BEFORE HOES?
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charles leclerc claiming snow angel lily muni he claiming pretty girls max verstappen you two are too much sometimes. but i claim so what now.
rhea reynolds his ass is grass. trust.
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i just woke up why the fuck is everyone blowing up my phone? did my nudes get leaked, not that i have any, or some shit? worse, what the fuck did ryan do now?
mick schumacher who fucking spilled??
esteban ocon i spilled milk earlier, why are you asking?? and how do you know??
rhea reynolds how the fuck did some spanish paper find out that i was dating mick??
charles leclerc oh no.
max verstappen YOU TOLD CARLOS??
charles leclerc HE PROMISED ME HE WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!
pierre gasly HE'S FRIENDS WITH NO BITCHES!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE KEEP IT A SECRET??!!
oscar piastri this is bad. so bad.
lily muni he OH COME ON!! SERIOUSLY CHARLES??
charles leclerc I FUCKED UP OKAY?! I GET IT! I WILL SPEAK TO CARLOS!
george russell NO! NO MORE TALKING TO CARLOS!!
charles leclerc HE PROMISED!!
max verstappen HIS PROMISES MEAN SHIT! WE BOTH KNOW THAT!
rhea reynolds WHAT THE FUCK CHARLES??
charles leclerc I WAS ALSO DRUNK AND I TRUSTED HIM!!
pierre gasly i thought we learned our lesson after last time?
alex albon this is bad. this is so fucking bad.
rhea reynolds yeah no shit alex.
alex albon you didn't read the article did you?
lily muni he i swear to sebastian that i will be castarating both sainz and norris for what's being said. rhea reynolds oh fuck me.
are you dating mick schumacher?
rhea?
i know you're seeing these
are you seriously dating mick? my friend?
that's rich coming from the guy who cheated on me with a friend.
and if i am i don't think i owe you an explanation.
i also wasn't aware you guys were friends. you take one picture with a guy and suddenly you're friends.
are you fucking kidding me reynolds?
you're dating him?
him of all people
literally fuck you norris.
tell carlos to pull the fucking article or i'm suing his ass for defamation.
for what? telling the truth?
you and i both fucking know that article is straight bullshit. i never did anything to you. i was committed to our relationship more than you ever fucking were.
either he pulls the article or i swear i'll sue him.
fuck you and i hope you choke.
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why are you never real?
@steddieangstyaugust 02/08 // ghosts
wc: 6.1k // rating: E // cw: suicidal ideation, sexual content // tags: angst with an ambiguous ending, ghost eddie munson, dream haunting, dream sex, mild suicidal ideation, nightmares, post-s4 but vecna died, inspired by sleep tokenâs the apparition
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well, i believe // somewhere in the past
something was between // you and i, my dear
âYouâre gonna wake up soon.â
Steve sighs, the motion feeling exaggerated, as most things did here. âAlready?â
Eddie cocks his head and smiles sadly at him. âYou know how it is, time worksââ
âTime works differently here, yeah.â Steve cuts him off gently, having heard the words many times before. âStill⊠I wish I could stay here.â The with you is unspoken, but in his dreams, Eddie always seemed to be able to read his mind.
âDonât say things like that, Steve.â Eddieâs tone is soft, but concerned. âItâs too easy to get stuck here, and theyâthe kids, Robin, Nancy, Jonathanâthey need you.â
Steve scoffs, looking back out over the trailer park. Itâs night this time. It wasnât always. But at least they were in the Rightside Up. Sometimes they were in the Upside Down. Eddie said it depended on Steve, his moods, how his day had gone, how much pain he was in from his residual injuries, physical or otherwise. âThey donât need me. Maybe for someone to get his ass handed to him to buy time for more important things.â
Eddie grips his shoulder, a strange sensation still, no matter how many times Steveâs felt it. âDonât undersell yourself that way. Youâre way more important than that. They need someone whoâs gonna look out for the reckless ones. How many times would Henderson or Mayfield have thrown themselves into danger if you hadnâtâve stopped them? How many of them have you saved by looking out, making sure they didnât do anything stupid?â
Steve looks back at him with a pained expression, head tilted slightly. âI didnât save you.â His voice is soft.
âThatâs not fair, Steve,â Eddieâs sympathetic gaze goes right to Steveâs soul. âYou couldnât have known⊠I needed toâHenderson⊠I couldnât let him get hurt.â
âI know,â Steve sighs, the many times theyâd had this argument echoing in his head. âI just⊠You deserved to make it out. As much as any of us did.â
Eddieâs hand moves from his shoulder to his hand, grasping tightly. If Steve thought about it for too long, the feeling would change, would start to become unnatural. âCâmon, big boy, timeâs almost up,â Eddie teases, the humour falling a little flat.
Steve looks from where Eddieâs hand is placed over his, back up to his soft gaze. And as most of these meetings ended, they look at each other like they want to say more. Each of them with unspoken words barely held back, communicating something with near imperceptible shifts in expressions, eyebrows slightly raising and pulling together, tiny shy smiles. âIâll see you soon?â Steve asks, the same way he always does.
âOf course, as long as you want me to be here, I will be,â Eddie answers, the same way he always does.
Everything shifts, warps, fades. Then Steve is awake, and Eddie is gone.
Steve knew. He knew he was getting too attached. Was starting to just wait for the days to end so he could enter his dreams and see Eddie again. Starting to pull away from his real life and crave the night, crave the warm feeling he got there. Like there was nothing else to look forward to aside from sleeping and dreaming. He knew the others were starting to catch on, to notice Steveâs detachment. He could only blame his ongoing migraines so many times before theyâd start to get concerned and demand he see a doctor. But he couldnât help it. It was like an addiction.
The first few times Eddie appeared in his dreams, those few months ago, Steve wasnât even aware of whatâor who, ratherâhe was seeing. It was more like a feeling. A level of awareness deep in his subconscious mind that let him know somethingâsomeoneâwas there. Seeing him. With him. It wasnât until weeks later when he was hit with an exceptionally vivid dream, something he only experienced with night terrors after his experiences with the Upside Down, that he realised who it was.
To have a vivid dream that was calm was its own exceptional experience. Weirdly, he found himself in the trailer park. He was walking around alone at night, the area quiet aside from wind rustling and insects chirping. Steve walked aimlessly for what felt like close to an hour, until he heard a very quiet humming that made him stop and look around. He eventually looked up and saw a figure sitting atop a familiar trailer, swinging their legs and looking up at the stars. The humming got louder as Steve approached. The figure turned their head, and Steve saw a big smile he knew, crinkling the corners of eyes that he last saw as glassy and lifeless.
âEddie?â
Steve woke up with a gasp, the sight of his own bedroom jarring after waking so abruptly. He rubbed his eyes with trembling hands and shook his head. Despite the fogginess of his mind, he remembered flashes of the recent dreams heâd had, all those weird-feeling ones, and it hit him. Steve didnât know how exactly, but he was sure that all those weird-feeling dreams heâd had were also about Eddie. They all felt the same, somehow. The same⊠energy, or something.
Steve dreamed of Eddie again the next night. In that one, Steve was standing below the Munson trailer, already looking up at Eddie, who was still on the roof. Steve called for him, less shocked than the previous night. Eddie smiled down at him, the same as before. Though he only got to say, âHey, Harrington,â softly, kindly, gently, before Steve startled awake again.
It took two more nights of the sameâeach wake up just as jarring, hands shaking for long minutes afterwardâbefore something changed. The first difference was that it was daytime, the sun shining down over the trailer park. The second was that, instead of the roof, Eddie was sitting on the small porch of the trailer. Once Steve appeared, Eddie patted the step beside him, inviting Steve to sit.
âGood day today?â Eddie asks, lighting a cigarette.
Steve thinks for a moment, struggling to connect his dream mind to his conscious memory. He did have a good day. Both he and Robin had the day off work, so they took the kids to the movies. âUh, yeah? Howâd you know?â
Eddie waves vaguely at the sky. âSunâs up,â he says around a puff of smoke. âIâm here instead of up there.â He points to the porch, then the roof of the trailer. âYou didnât wake up the second I opened my mouth.â
Holding out the cigarette, Eddie lets the smoke exhale from his nose like a dragon. Steve accepts it, taking a drag. âYeah, wonder why that keeps happeningâŠâ
âItâs your dream, man,â Eddie shrugs.
Steve only hums, taking several moments to think about it. âI guess thereâs no use asking why youâre here then?â
âYou wound me, Harrington!â Eddie slaps a hand over his heart. âAm I such an unwelcome presence in your dreams?â
Steve laughs and looks to the ground, tapping the ash off the cigarette. âOf course not, man. I⊠Iâm happy to see you. Even if youâre not, yâknow, real⊠Are you?â He looks back with unease.
âAhâŠâ Eddie smiles in an odd way. âI guess that depends on your definition of real.â He throws up finger-quotes.
Handing the cigarette back, Steve gives him a quizzical look. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Eddie takes the cigarette, inhales the smoke, and lets it out slowly. âYou believe in ghosts, Harrington?â
The world shifts as Steve takes in the question, vision warping, colours blending together, physicality feeling both weightless but somehow very heavy.
âWoah, man, hey, stay with me, Harrington.â Eddie places a hand on his shoulder, but it feels wrong. Both too tight and too distant, like itâs not his arm at all but also like itâs inside his arm. Steve meets Eddieâs worried stare and tries to focus. The world settles around them. Eddieâs hand feels less foreign on him.
âYouâre a ghost?â Steve finally asks.
âTa-daâŠâ Eddie does a weak imitation of jazz hands, cigarette between his teeth.
âAnd youâre, what? Haunting my dreams?â
âAw, câmon, man, donât make it sound like that,â Eddie laughs. âBut yeah, I guess something like that. It was more just to, yâknow. See. What would happen.â
Steve thinks back on all the weird-feeling dreams. âItâs been, uh, couple of weeks? Right?â
Eddie is defensive, but thereâs humour behind it. âHey. I only popped in a couple of times, but then you started calling for me. And who am I to ignore the call of King Steve?â
Steve frowns and plucks the cigarette from Eddieâs fingers, pointedly ignoring the nickname. âCalling for you?â
âYeah, I guess once you realised it was me and tried to see me again. Itâs kinda like, I dunno. A sense? Or something. I can just feel it when it happens. And I know to come here.â Eddie gestures vaguely, hands moving with his words.
Steve exhales, smoke shooting low out of his mouth. âSorry, man. Didnât know I was doing that.â It sounds silly now that heâs said it, but he didnât really know what else to say. What do you say to the ghost of your kinda-friend who is being called to your dream world?
âNah, itâs cool,â Eddie brushes it off, taking the cigarette back again. âItâs not like I donât have a choice. Like you summon me and I get dragged from wherever I am into your dream, nothing so dramatic. But, yâknow, not much else to do. Ghost life isnât exactly the most exciting existence.â
Steve looks at Eddie, whoâs looking ahead, seemingly seeing something other than the trailer park. âWhere are you when youâre not here?â
Eddie drops the cigarette butt into the grass below them and squashes it with his boot. âOther places.â
He doesnât elaborate and Steve doesnât ask. The silence stretches between them for several long moments before Eddie breaks it. âYouâre taking this surprisingly well.â
Steve hums thoughtfully. âWeâve seen weirder shit. Besides, Iâm not even sure Iâm convinced this isnât something my whacked out brain cooked up for me.â
Eddie looks like he wants to say something, but laughs softly instead. âI guess Iâll have to find a way to prove it to you.â
Steve mulls over what heâs learned, and remembers what Eddie said when he arrived in this dream. âAre you around when Iâm awake?â
Eddie grins at him. âSometimes.â
Another vague answer, but Steve canât stop the matching grin that grows on his face.
âAlright,â Eddie says suddenly, looking out to the middle distance, then up at the sky. âTimeâs almost up, youâre waking up soon.â
âWait, what? Really?â Steve was sure it had barely been an hour.
âTime works differently here,â Eddie says. âSometimes itâll feel like five minutes, other times, five hours. Just depends.â
Steve feels his brows pull together. âOn what?â
Eddie gives him a half smile. âOn you, mostly.â
âAre you gonna always give me super vague non-answers?â Steve asks. Thereâs no heat behind it.
Eddie grins again. âMaybe.â
Steve scoffs and then shoves him softly with his shoulder. Another question creeps to the front of his mind. Overhead, the sky grows grey. âAre you⊠am I gonna see you again?â
Eddie gives him a curious look and then shrugs. âSure. As long as you want me to be here, I will be.â
âOkay, okay, cool,â Steve sighs, the surprising bloom of panic settling back down. âI guess, uh. I guess Iâll see you soon?â
âSure thing, Harrington,â Eddie says with a light laugh. Itâs the last thing Steve hears before he wakes up.
Steve jolts awake, but doesnât sit up immediately. The memory of his dream fresh, not fading quickly the way they usually would, and with it, a lot of confusion. Was that real? How would he ever know if it was and not just some delusion? His hands shake for twenty minutes before settling down. The questions and confusion plague him all day until the next dream.
When Steve arrives, itâs night again. But heâs on top of the trailer, standing a few steps behind Eddie, who is back to sitting over the edge. Greeting him with his usual grin, Eddie pats the spot beside him, same as the night before. Steve sits and joins him, looking up at the stars.
âWasnât sure if youâd want me back,â Eddie jokes.
Steve huffs a laugh. âWell, I have some questions.â
âOh?â Eddie turns fully to face him, crossing his legs. âDo share.â
Steve turns too, pulling one knee up to lean his elbow on, other leg still dangling. âHave you worked out how to prove that youâre actually a ghost?â
Eddie hums, looking off to the side, out at the trailer park. âSadly, Iâm stuck on that one. I could tell you stuff I saw around you today, but that doesnât really prove anything.â
Steve nods. âSo I just⊠have to believe you? Take you at your word?â
âI mean. You donât have to believe it, you could tell yourself itâs all in your head and banish me from ever returning to your dream world. If you wanted to.â Eddie shrugs, but continues pointedly looking away from him.
âI wouldnâtâI donât want to do that,â Steve sighs. âI guess I just donât want to have my hopes up. That youâre still around in some way.â
Still facing away, Eddie side-eyes him with a small smile. âCanât imagine anyone being happy about getting haunted.â Thereâs something beneath the joke. Something soft.
âI guess⊠itâs nice? To think that youâre there. Here.â Steve coughs a little, struggling with the sincerity that seems to be pouring out of him. No filter in his dreams, apparently. âAnd in my dreams,â Steve continues. âBecause Iâm⊠inviting you?â
âI only answer the call as I hear it,â Eddie says, closing his eyes and holding a hand out to the side, palm up. Steve snorts, and they both laugh. Thereâs a brightness in Eddieâs eyes.Â
The dream doesnât last long. They spend some time looking at the stars before Eddie notes that Steve will be waking up soon.
âHow do you know that?â
Eddie shrugs. âDunno, just do. Same as you calling me. Just a feeling.â
Steve has no choice but to accept that answer. âSo⊠I guess Iâll see you soon?â
âSure thing, as long as you want me to be here, I will be.â
Eddieâs smile fades and warps before disappearing completely. Steve is awake and alone again, unsure of what to make of his most recent dream. It was nice to think that Eddieâs ghost was around, that he wasnât completely gone, but how much could he rely on that? Sure, they had seen plenty of weird stuff, but Steve never believed in ghosts before this. If he wasnât real, was Steve going crazy, having vivid conversations with the image of aâwhat? Friend? Steve wasnât even sure what to call their relationship. This distinction held him up for longer than thinking about whether or not he even believed in Ghost-Eddieâs existence. Both thoughts hung over his head all day like his own personal dark clouds. He found himself wondering if Eddie was around during his shift at work, his car rides, picking up Robin or the kids. It was ever-present, and that thought alone started to make him believe that maybe Eddie really was there. Like his presence was forcing Steve to think about him.
Eddie visits his dreams every night. Days and nights at the trailer park, sitting on the roof or the porch, sharing cigarettes, talking about their lives, their pasts. Eddie claims to see a lot of what the group gets up to, and is always keen to share with Steve his thoughts on conversations, fights, misadventures he sees. (âItâs so good being able to tell someone what I thought!â Eddie says, grasping both of Steveâs shoulders. He feels heat growing in his cheeks at the sight of Eddieâs delighted eyes, but assures himself that itâs nothing.) Steve still finds himself questioning the reality of it all, but he starts looking forward to his dreams more and more each evening.
Then he has a nightmare.
The night terrors werenât anything new, not since eighty-three. Though it had been a while. The knowledge that Vecna was defeated certainly helped, but there was something else. Steve tried to convince himself it was not the comfort of knowing Eddie was waiting for him. Of knowing that he was never truly alone in his dreams. No, it was definitely not that.
When he arrives at the dream-trailer park, Steve almost jumps back, almost trips over a familiar vine. The sky is a haunting blue-grey, red lightning striking in the distance. The trailer is covered in vines, exactly the same as it was that night. Fog covers the ground all around him.
âWoah, Steve, what happened?â Eddieâs voice comes from his right, causing him to flinch instinctively. âYou okay?â
Steve swallows, heart pounding. âYeah⊠Yeah, I justâŠâ He took a breath. âMigraine.â
Eddie nods in understanding, looking around them. Steve had told Eddie about the migraines that struck him regularly since his run-in with Billy Hargrove, then doubled after his beatings below the Starcourt Mall. Heâd suffered through one today, falling asleep with it pounding behind his eyes and feeling like his skull was splitting in two, cold cloth over his forehead doing little to ease his pain.
Eddie looks back to Steve, concern in his eyes. âYou feeling okay now?â
Steve turns his shaking hand in a so-so motion. Thankfully, he wasnât feeling the physical pain here, but it was clearly showing itself in other ways. Between the visuals of a place he hoped to never see again, the way his heart pounds in his chest, the way he couldnât seem to take a full breath, he knew he was in a night terrorâor at least, something like one. He didnât know how that changed with Eddie being there. âBeen better. You?â
âFine, aside from seeing the place, yâknowâŠâ Eddie waves in the general vicinity, grimace settling over his face. âLike this.â
âYeahâŠâ Steve exhales, running a hand through his hair. âSorry about that.â
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Eddie gives him a look, one that Steve was starting to become all too familiar with, huge brown eyes filled with sympathy. âItâs not your fault, Steve. You donâtââ
A low growl stops Eddieâs words, both of them turning sharply towards the sound. The sound of a creature creeping in the grass alongside the growl awakens something in Steveâs memory. âShit.â
âWhat?â Eddieâs expression is slowly turning to panic. âWhat is it?â
âQuick.â Steve turns to the trailer. âOn the roof. Goânow!â
He grabs Eddie by the elbow as he rushes to the railing. Steve sets his knee up for support, pulling Eddie forward to go up first. Eddie pulls himself up with surprising dexterity, quickly turning to offer his hand down to Steve. The growling gets louder. Steve grips Eddieâs forearm, using his foot to push off the railing and pulls himself up to the roof. They only get to look at each other in relief for a brief moment before the sound of something heavy hitting metal startles both of them into looking down.
âWhat the hell is that?!â The panic comes clear in Eddieâs voice.
âYou remember when I told you about the demo-dogs in the junkyard?â Steve says, voice unsteady. âNineteen eighty-four?â
The dog below them opens its face, hissing horribly, drool dripping from its many teeth.
âJesus, yeah, okay.â Eddie rubs a hand down his face, seemingly unable to look away from it.
Another two demo-dogs join the first, all hissing and jumping at the side of the trailer, sending tremors through the structure. The rattling and sounds of flesh hitting metal send a chill down Steveâs spine. âYou think they can hurt us?â
Eddie scratches the back of his neck. âI mean. This is a dream, and Iâm, yâknow, already dead, so technically no.â He peers over the side of the trailer, legs wide to keep him steady. âBut uh, itâll hurt until you wake up, Iâm sure.â
Steve joins Eddie in looking over the side, mirroring his stance. From the fog, another group of demo-dogs joins the others, seemingly larger than the first ones. One of the big ones looks up at themâand how was it looking at them with no eyes?âopens its many-flapped face, and screeches.
Before he can register it, or stop it, Steve grabs Eddieâs hand, instinctively pulling them closer together. Heâs unsure if heâs trying to protect Eddie or himself, he just knows he wants him near. Taking a small step, Steve ensures Eddie is behind him, further away from the creatures.
âThey canât get us. Up here.â Eddieâs reassuring tone changes quickly. âRight? They canât like, fly, or something?â
âShouldnât be able to,â Steve says, more steady than he feels. His heart is still slamming in his chest, his breathing is still short, and his hand is still in Eddieâs. Somehow the last fact is the one sticking to the front of his mind.
One of the creatures rears up before taking a leap. Steve grips Eddieâs hand tighter. It reaches high, but not high enough, missing any possibility of getting to the roof by half a foot. He feels Eddie tug on his hand, pulling him slightly back. Finally dragging his eyes away from the creatures, Steve turns to see Eddie pulling him down to sit.
âMaybe if they canât see us, theyâll piss off,â Eddie says, leaving their hands joined.
Steve follows him, sitting close. âYeahâŠâ Steve lets out a shaky breath. âMaybe.â
Loosening his fingers slightly, Steve tries not to watch, tries not to see if Eddie immediately takes his hand back after being released from Steveâs tight grip. He doesnât. He just squeezes gently, reassuring. They sit cross-legged across from each other, while Steve tries to control his breathing.
âYou saved the kids from those things?â Eddie asks, fear still lingering in his eyes.
Steve laughs shakily. âYeah⊠yeah, like, five of them? Seven, maybe? Had Dustin, Lucas, and Max in the bus. Just whacked the dogs with the bat.â
âAh, the fabled nail-bat,â Eddie says with grandeur. âDevastated I never got to see it. Pretty metal, Harrington.â
Steve can tell Eddieâs trying to make him feel better, distract him from his own mind, and Steve is willingly lulled into it, a small smile creeping onto his face. Their hands are still clasped together, Eddie now tracing little circles with his thumb on Steveâs skin. Itâs all so comforting. So comforting but so temporary. So unreachable. The thought makes his smile drop slightly.
âHey, you okay?â Ever-observant, Eddie notices the shift.
Steve tries to bring the smile back up, but heâs sure his eyes betray him. âI just⊠worry, yâknow? That youâre not real. That itâs all in my screwed up head. IâŠâ Steve sighs, looking down at their hands, voice growing small. âI want you to be real.â
âSteveâŠâ Eddieâs voice is thick. His other hand reaches out, hesitates, then his fingers are softly around Steveâs jaw, gently guiding his gaze back up. âI know I canât prove it, but Iâm real. As real as a dead guy can be.â They both laugh softly. âI promise. I see you.â
Heart pounding rapidly, Steve tries to blink away the tears pooling in his eyes. âWhat if I go to sleep one day and youâre not here?â The question comes out quickly, out of Steveâs control. Like he canât hold anything back.
Eddie pulls his hand out of Steveâs, who mourns the loss for only a moment, before Eddie brings it to the other side of his face, the cool metal of his rings softly pressing into Steveâs skin. âI promise,â Eddie says, voice serious. âI will always be here if you want me to be. Okay?â
âOkay,â Steve whispers, nodding between Eddieâs hands, before they trail back down to Steveâs.
The dream doesnât last much longer, and Eddie prompts him to go quicklyââItâs a lot easier to get stuck in a nightmare.ââdespite Steveâs quiet protests. Eddie brings his knuckles up to Steveâs face again, softly grazing his cheek with another promise to be there the next night, before he fades away and Steve wakes up.
Steve doesnât have another nightmare for a long time after that. Weeks blend together in a mess of dream memories, Steve finding himself eager to get to sleep each night. He doesnât tell anyone what heâs experiencing. Itâs not that he doesnât think anyone will believe him, but he doesnât know how heâd explain why Eddie comes to him every single night. What possible reason could he give for that?
Itâs a few weeks later, when theyâre laying side by side on the roof of the trailer, Eddieâs hand softly tracing little shapes on Steveâs arm, when Steve finally asks a question heâd been thinking about for far too long.
âThat day, back when you were hot-wiring the RVâŠâ Steve starts slowly. Eddie hums for him to continue. âWere you⊠flirting? With me?â
Eddie doesnât pull his hand away, but does keep his eyes firmly on the sky. âIâwell, yeah. I was.â Itâs hard to tell in the low light, but Steve swears Eddieâs cheeks are a little pink. âI just thoughtâyâknow, weâd already seen so much shit. Thought it might, I dunno, make you laugh? But yeah. I was.â The silence stretches for a long moment. âDid youâis thatâum, were youâŠ?â
Eddie lets the question trail off into nothing. Steve takes his hand firmly in his, watches as Eddie looks at him and looks away just as quickly. Steve joins him in looking up at the stars. âIt took me by surprise, for sure. But I, uh. It wasâI hoped. That you were.â His cheeks feel hot, and he can feel Eddieâs eyes on him, analysing him. Steve doesnât look back, scared to have said too much.
Neither of them say anything, but Eddie squeezes his hand. They stay that way until Steve wakes up, as always with a promise that Eddie will return the next night.
Itâs another week, when theyâre sitting side by side on the trailerâs roof, before Eddie struggles to ask a question that has seemingly been on his mind for days, hands more jittery than usual as he lets his fingers trail over Steveâs skin.
âDo you think⊠if I hadnâtâif weâd been able⊠that maybe,â Eddie clears his throat. âMaybe we could haveâŠ?â
Steve doesnât need to hear the words to know what he means. âI think⊠yeah. There was something. Between us. I could, I dunno. I could feel it.â
He canât explain it, the thing that Steve felt. Some electricity, some pull that dragged him into Eddieâs orbit starting the second Steveâs back was shoved into the wall of the boathouse and a shard of glass was pressed up against his neck. He found himself constantly in Eddieâs space, and was sure that Eddie felt it too. The lack of needing to distance themselves from each other. It was present, and the more Steve thought about it, inevitable. If theyâd had more time, been able to explore itâŠÂ
âOkay,â Eddie exhales heavily. âYeah. Me too.â
They lock eyes, and Steve sees barely concealed grief, longing, in Eddieâs. The almost imperceptible widening, irises shining, the slight pull of his mouth, all says more than anything either of them could put into words. Eddie breaks the moment, letting his head rest on Steveâs shoulder, hand clasped tightly around his.
Itâs one of the longest nights Steveâs had in his trailer park dreams.
It gets much worse after that. Steve constantly pulls away from his real life, like itâs just time to fill until he can get back to his dreams. He often says how much he wishes he could stay. He doesnât say why, but Eddie knows. Despite how gentle his tone is, Eddie reminds him to think of his real life, to not let himself get stuck in his dreams. But Steve sees the resolve slipping, the way Eddie doesnât even seem to be able to convince himself when he tells Steve how important it is to stay present, with the people that love him.
Steve opens his eyes to his dream to see night, as it often is, though the sky is clouded. No sign of the stars he and Eddie usually spent the nights looking at. He knows why the clouds are there, his earlier argument with Robin echoing in his mind. Eddie is where he usually is, sitting with his legs dangling off the roof of the trailer.
âHey,â Eddie calls softly. âYou okay?â
Steve shrugs before moving to the railing to pull himself up to join him. The silence settles between them, Eddie waiting patiently for him to start talking. Steve doesnât say anything, instead looks at his own shoes beside Eddieâs.
âCâmonâŠâ Eddie brings his face close to Steveâs, leaning down with a small smile. âTell me what happened.â
Sighing softly, Steve doesnât bother to ask how Eddie knows something happened. He always knew. âJust had a fight with Robin. It was stupid. Iâll apologise to her tomorrow.â
âWhy was it stupid?â
âShe justâŠâ Steve runs his hand through his hair. âShe knows Iâm hiding something from her. Said Iâve been distant. And I got mad about her asking. The whole thing is my fault.â
Eddie is quiet for several moments, studying him. âThat doesnât sound stupid to me.â
Steve sags a little at the words. âYeah⊠but if I had just told her⊠maybe not all of it, but enough. I dunno. We probably wouldnât have fought.â
âSteveâŠâ Eddieâs voice is so soft, Steve knows he doesnât want to hear what heâs about to say next. âYou canât⊠you canât keep doing this. Iâve told you before, itâs too easy to get stuck hereââ
âWell maybe thatâs what I want!â Steve snaps, cutting him off and immediately regretting it.
Eddie pushes himself a few inches back, away from Steve, expression unreadable. He pulls his knees up to his chest. âIf I thinkâŠâ His words are slow and measured, âthat you are at risk of getting stuck here⊠Iâllââ Eddie pauses, seems unsure for a moment. âI will have to stop coming back.â
Ice floods Steveâs veins. âWhat? What do you mean?â
âI donât want you getting stuck here. You need to live your real life, you canât just keep waiting to come back here. Itâs not healthy.â Eddie hugs his knees. âI donât want to stop coming. But I will if I have to.â
âEddie⊠noâŠâ Steve reaches out but stops when Eddie shakes his head.
âYou canât keep doing this. Itâs not your fault that I didnât make it,â Eddie says, referring to their conversation from the previous night.
Steve feels a wave of guilt wash through him. âWe couldâve saved you. I could have saved you.â
âI made my choice that night, you canât keep blaming yourself for it.â Eddie pulls his legs tighter. âBut itâs not just that⊠is it?â
Steve curls in on himself. âI⊠I canât help it. Knowing that we could have had⊠Itâs like thisâthing that wonât leave me. Itâs all I think about. You are all I think about.â
Over his knees, Eddie gives him a devastated stare, eyes swimming with it. He looks at Steve like he has so many things to say, but doesnât say any of them. Holding it all back. Holding himself back.
Steve feels the lump growing in his throat. âPlease⊠please donât leave me, Eddie.â
Whatever resolve Eddie had crumbles, and he shifts close to Steve, taking his hands. âI wonât, Steve. Iâll always be there. But this⊠it isnât good for you. If I need to hide from you, for a little whileâŠâÂ
âPlease donâtâŠâ Steve whispers, looking up at him with wet eyes. Their noses are almost touching. âPleaseâŠâ
âSteveâŠâ Eddie sighs, pained. His brows pull together.
Steve pulls his hands from Eddieâs, placing them on either side of Eddieâs face. He watches the conflicted look fly across Eddieâs eyes before he leans forward slightly. Their lips brush so softly, Steve shudders a breath at the feeling and Eddie groans, eyes closing as his frown intensifies. Steve freezes for only a moment, before surging forward. Eddie is grabbing him tightly, one hand pressing at his back, the other pulling on his shirt. All of their fear and longing felt through the movement of their lips. Itâs fierce and heavy and desperate. Eddieâs tongue is in his mouth and he tastes like cigarettes and the salt from Steveâs tears. Letting his hands soften, one cups Eddieâs jaw, the stubble rough against his skin. The other trails down his neck, then to grip at his hair, fingers tangling in the curls.
Steveâs heart races, and everything starts to warp. Eddie is not close enough and heâs so close theyâre almost one. Their lips are too soft and too firm against each other. It feels intense and it feels like heâs chasing it. Itâs all consuming and it doesnât feel like enough. He tries not to think about it. Tries to just sink into the feeling.
Unsure how or when it happened, Steve is on his back with Eddie above him. Their hands are everywhere, mapping each other, clinging desperately to one another. Steve pulls Eddie closer so their bodies are flush, feeling the weight of the man he knows in his heart is dead but feels so real and alive on him now. Feels the expansion of breath in Eddieâs chest, the thrum of his pulse in his neck, the pull of his teeth on Steveâs lip. He hears the soft moans from Eddieâs throat, the rustling of their clothes as they move against each other.
Their movements become frantic as hands move to waistbands and zippers come undone. Everything blurs. Their hands are together, wrapped around each other, running up and down their lengths as one. Steveâs lips trail down Eddieâs throat, breath catching as he feels the pulse there again. Every sensation arguing, screaming, that heâs real and alive. Eddie ducks, bringing his lips back to Steveâs, face angled to deepen the kiss until they're both panting into each other's mouths.
Steve tries to look but only sees snatches of detail. Eddieâs eyes, hooded and glazed as their hands move quicker. The redness creeping up his neck. The creases between his brows deepening as his moans grow louder against Steveâs lips. He canât tell whose groans belong to who as their breath combines between their lips, their hands moving together. Pleasure coils low in his abdomen, his breath hitching as he holds tight to Eddie with his free hand. He moans and cries, lips dragging against each other as he comes, Eddie close behind him. Their hands slow and their breathing softens. Eddieâs weight is on him almost entirely. Everything else feels fuzzy.
They lay there, arms wrapped tight around each other, for what could be hours. Time has never been clear to Steve here. They hold each other as though fearful that one might be snatched away from the other at any minute. Between gentle kisses, Steve looks to see tear tracks running down Eddieâs cheeksâno doubt mirroring his own. His focus starts to return, the warped feeling fading, returning to the clarity of his familiar dream world. Steve remembers what they had been talking about before.
âI wonât,â Eddie says, eyes locked on his. âI wonât leave. I promise.â
Steve has no choice but to believe him, nodding before kissing him again. It might have been one of the longest dreams Steveâs had, but itâs entirely too soon before Eddie warns him that heâll wake up soon. Steve pulls him tighter, his desire to stay stronger than ever. Eddie is the one who finally pulls away, sitting up beside him.
âPromise me youâll fix things with Robin?â Eddie tries to ask it casually, but itâs clear heâs avoiding what he really wants to say.
âYeah,â Steve sits up with a half smile. âI promise.â
Eddie reaches out, letting his hand trail down Steveâs cheek, stopping at his jaw. He leans in for a slow, soft kiss. Everything he wants to say is in his gazeâgentle, longing, pleading.
âIâll see you soon?â Steve asks, the way he always does, and yet not at all like that. Thereâs so much more behind it. His voice wavers, afraid that the answer will be different.
âOf course,â Eddie answers, voice breaking. As the dream starts to warp and fade, Eddieâs wide wet eyes blurring before him, Steve hears the promise more earnestly than ever. âAs long as you want me to be here, I will be.â
#this one really got away from me#i planned it so much shorter and with a different vibe entirely but alas. it developed a life of its own and i just had to roll w it#fellas is it gay to summon your friendâs ghost into your dreams?#cira writes#cira writes steddieangstyaugust#steddieangstyaugust#freaky friday#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fic
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Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. đđđ First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!
This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.
But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? đŹ
So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)
Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. đ And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? đ€š)
So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. đ
Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!
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