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hanniesluvr · 2 months ago

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drunk in love | yjh

NSFW | MDNI!!

genre: friends -> fwb -> lovers, angst, smut, fluff

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

WC: 6.7k

cw: drinking, angry jeonghan bc i said so, smut, exhibitionism pretty much, spanking, degradation (he calls you a "slut" and "whore" a couple times :3), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, cucking (poor josh but also he had it coming), pet names ("pretty girl", "baby", and "princess"), oral (f rec), little bit of butt stuff, mc has a LOT of internal thoughts/ dialog lol, possessive jeonghan, possessive jeonghan, and possessive jeonghan. lmk if i missed anything !!

synopsis: when a game of truth, dare, or drink with the boys turns to shit (thanks to hoshi and josh), jeonghan has no choice but to prove himself to be the best dick you've ever had ): (SPOILER: he is. oh he most definitely IS the best dick you've ever had)

! nsfw content below the cut. mdni !

you’ve known the boys for years.

you’d met mingyu back in your senior year of highschool. both of you being on the friendly, outgoing side of introversion, he knew he had to introduce you to his rather large group of friends once you guys graduated.

and wow was your life was never the same.

you had a group of down to earth boys (men) who all looked after you like no one else had. a friend group that people could only ever dream of. no one got upset if you chose to hang out with only one of them for a day, rather than the whole group. if you wanted to go out clubbing with your girlfriends, they all knew you had 13 body guard options to call before heading out. and the best part, your best friend of the group might as well be a professional chef. you never had to worry about going hungry or even cooking as long as you had mingyu around.

other than mingyu, you ended up gravitating toward minghao, jihoon, seungcheol, and jeonghan. almost entirely separate, but sometimes you, seungcheol, and jeonghan would go out on a weeknight for some 2am ihop.

the last thing you or anyone else had expected however, was for you and jeonghan to develop a “situationship” of sorts together.

over the last couple months, you both started developing what you thought were strictly sexual feelings toward each other. now, you weren’t so sure. you knew your feelings were turning into something far deeper than just lust, but you quickly tried to shut them down in fear of ruining your initial friendship with him. tried to. you also were terrified to face those feelings because… you had no idea how he felt. other than the occasional secret or rant that he needed to share with you that he couldn’t share with the boys, jeonghan was pretty emotionally reserved. you had NO idea how he actually felt about you beyond friendly and horny.

until that night.

truth, dare, or drink was a game that you played with the boys every once in awhile when you guys were feeling frisky. normally, it came to one of your brains once you guys had already been drinking through the night.

in tonight’s game, jeonghan thought it’d be funny to dare jihoon to lean over and give you a kiss. childish. so childish. you could tell he just didn’t have any better idea in his buzzed brain.

“awww don’t be a pussy, jihoon!” jeonghan taunted him. he was leaning backward due to you being sandwiched between the two boys at the table, jihoon to your left, jeonghan to your right.

“nah i’m not touching her, hannie. you’re funny” jihoon chuckled, throwing back the clear liquid.

“heyyyy rude!” you pouted, crossing your arms playfully, a smile threatening to pull at your mouth.

“tsss…” jihoon put down the shot glass. “jeonghan would kill me, y/n” he chuckled. then, “ow!” he yelled, still laughing.

you whipped your head to jeonghan who was… glaring at jihoon? he’d smacked him upside the head and you had no idea why. you thought jihoon making that comment was just to poke fun at the fact that everyone knew you and jeonghan were basically fuck buddies. however, jeonghan didn’t find it very funny for whatever reason. you playfully pushed his face telling him to lighten up. to that he faintly smiled before putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together in front of his face. he looked like a cartoon villain. what was he so upset about?

“anyways…” you were the next to talk. “soonyoung! your turn!” you enthused leaning back in your seat to look at the boy to the right of jeonghan.

soonyoung jumped out of his seat before nearly screaming, “Y/N!”

“oh fuck.” jihoon mumbled looking into his lap. you broke eye contact with soonyoung to look at jihoon in confusion.

“i’m so sorry to do this.” you looked back up at soonyoung. what the fuck is going on?

“man i swear, if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” jihoon stood up from his chair.

“what? i have to ask!”

“no, no you don’t.” jihoon’s voice was threateningly low, and you now thought you had a hunch as to what’s about to happen. your heart started to race.

“is it true that you and hoon hooked up at last year’s halloween party?!”

“i’m gonna beat your fucking ass-“

you pushed your chair out blocking jihoon’s path before he could follow through. you shot your arm out for good measure to make sure he didn’t try to pass you. he silently turned around and sat back in his chair.

when you turned back around to face soonyoung, you couldn’t help but feel jeonghan’s eyes burning holes into you along with everyone else’s.

“dude, why?” you asked in a low tone.

“whaaaat the game was getting boring! i had to spice things up a bit,” he teased putting a hand on his hip before pointing his finger in your face over jeonghan’s head. “now answer the question or take a shot missy. either way, we’ll know the answer.”

you glared at him intensely sitting back down in your chair and quietly saying “it’s true,” before reaching for the shot in front of you and slamming it anyways. you needed it. you felt jeonghan’s eyes on the side of your face and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. you just locked eyes with mingyu across the table, knowing that even with his shock, his gaze would comfort you nonetheless. it worked. his face quickly went from a “what the fuck?” expression to a reassuring “we’ll talk about this later” look.

“ahem”

no.

“that’s interesting,” josh said from the head of the table.

“josh!” you, seungcheol and mingyu yelled at the same time. they also knew what joshua had to have been thinking, and didn’t want you to endure more embarrassment.

“ i thought i was your only little secret,” he said in a condescending tone, crossing his arms.

your face was hot. “it happened years ago josh!” you were yelling from your seat. “and we haven’t talked about it since! why are you even bringing it up? who cares!”

SLAM! you flinched. jeonghan had punched the table.

“i fucking do!” he yelled shooting up from his chair. “while we’re here,” his voice dropped, placing his palms on the table, leaning forward glancing at everyone. “would anyone else like to confess to fucking y/n?”

“jeonghan,” you reached your hand up to rest on his arm and you felt his muscles stiffen.

“it’s not like that,” jihoon followed up, trying to reassure him. jeonghan wouldn’t look at him. “it was over a year ago. it wasn’t important then, and it’s not important now.”

“it still fucking happened,” he looked over his shoulder down at you. “and you didn’t tell me about it.” his tone was laced with what could only be described as anguish.

“doesn’t seem like she’s told anyone,” josh pettily adds before taking a sip of whatever drink he’d made for himself before the game started.

now you were the one to punch the table but you didn’t stand up. “dammit josh! jihoon and i both agreed we’d pretend like it never happened. it was a mistake. and it happened years after you and i hooked up so why would i tell you out of everyone?! i didn’t even tell mingyu!” you were shaking in your seat. your breath rapid as you were hitting the peak of your anger induced high. shitfaced josh didn’t know when to stop. sober josh would never even slightly push anyone’s buttons the way drunk josh was vigorously punching yours right now (and jeonghan’s).

“well it seems you told mingyu and cheol about us, so what’s the reason for that? was i too good to forget?”

before jeonghan could even start to move toward him you stood up, forcefully holding him back by his shoulder. he froze. “josh…” you started, still keeping your hand on jeonghan to make sure he didn’t try anything. “i told them because i was fucking humiliated, and couldn’t believe that i fucked you.” you spat. “is that what you wanted to hear?” you could’ve sworn in that moment, all of jeonghan’s tension shifted to josh because as jeonghan found his way back into his chair, josh stood up. it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

“you’re fucking lying, y/n. i had to have been the best you ever-”

“fucking watch yourself man,” seungcheol warned, also getting out of his seat to defend you and jeonghan, his best friend.

“oh what? did you fuck her too?”

“that’s it!” jeonghan shot back out of his chair charging toward him.

luckily seungcheol was at the chair right next to josh and managed to get to him before jeonghan, stepping in front of him as some sort of human shield. jeonghan stopped in his tracks, mere inches away from his best friend.

“cheol, move.” he growled.

“walk away jeonghan.” seungcheol tried to calm him down.

“i’m not walking the fuck away. move or i’ll move you myself.”

“hannie, it’s not worth it,” you chimed in, making your way to him. “he [josh] isn’t worth it. what we did isn’t worth it.” joshua scoffed at your comment. you tried to ignore him, knowing that if sober josh was in there somewhere, he was telling his drunk self to just shut the fuck up and go along with all of it. although you really were ashamed of that hookup. you guys were like 19 at the time after all.

“look,” jeonghan turns around to face you. “jihoon? i get it. don’t ask me how or why, but it’s not much of a shock to me. i can suck it up over that.” he pointed his arm out behind him straight at josh, still looking at you. “but him? fucking joshua?” his voice nearly breaking at the end.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” josh mumbled.

you and jeonghan ignored him.

“it happened years ago hannie.” it suddenly dawned on you how intense this simple game of truth or dare had turned. as you and jeonghan stared at each other in silence, everyone else waiting for what was gonna happen next, you had a million thoughts running through your mind. why does he care so much ? is it because josh is one of his best friends and he can’t believe josh didn’t tell him? is he… jealous? no. maybe?

it was almost like jeonghan could hear the questions in your head. his face turned into something small and ashamed as he slowly lowered his head looking down at the ground. one last thought was about to run through your head. is he like in lo-

then seungkwan broke the silence, clearing his throat. you both whipped your heads to the other end of the table. everyone else still staring at the two of you. “why don’t we just continue the game. no more stupid bullshit, soonyoung.”

you took a deep breath. “i think i like the sound of that boo,” you held your hand out for jeonghan to take and he did so hesitantly. not until the two of you were fully seated did seungcheol make his way back to his seat. everyone’s eyes moved to josh still standing at the end of table… waiting for him to sit.

“josh?” mingyu spoke up. it was almost like he snapped him out of a trance.

“yeah! yeah let’s keep playing,” he blurted sitting back down.

“alright well i guess it’s my turn then,” seungcheol nervously chuckled. “jun! i dare you to take a shot!”

“what?” jun laughed. collectively the tension in the room withered away as everyone started laughing softly, giving seungcheol confused looks, except for josh. he just sat, straight faced.

“yeah, you’ve barely drank tonight! cmon! either way you have to take a shot soooo…” seokmin added.

“okay okay,” jun smiled while leaning over the table for the bottle.

once he took the shot, everyone carefully looked to joshua who was clearly faking his enthusiasm now. “okay well… i gotta go with y/n!” he said in such a deceptively happy tone, you knew he wasn’t over what had just finally ended for you and literally everyone else at the table.

vernon spoke up for the first time since his last turn probably 15 minutes ago, “please don’t be a dick dude.” he casually took a sip of his drink.

“don’t worry, don’t worryyyy. i just gotta ask her something.”

you watched jeonghan’s face as he stared at his drink in front of him. his jaw was clenched so tight you thought he might shatter his teeth. you put your hand on his thigh under the table to silently tell him you wish josh would shut up just as bad as he did. “why don’t you just leave her alone man?” jeonghan asked calmly not looking away from his glass.

“well i would but there’s just this burning question i have in my head that i can’t shake,” josh was slurring a bit but still thinking about his next words wisely. “y/n,” he was staring into your soul, and you did the same to him, not backing down. “was i not the best you’ve ever had?”

“no,” you immediately answered. “no you weren’t. why do you think i never mentioned it again?” jeonghan smiled to himself looking down in his lap, grabbing your hand that was on his thigh. the gesture was oddly sweet in this bitter situation.

“oh? well then who was the best hm?” josh followed up.

“oh, jeonghan! hands down,” you didn’t even hesitate. his grip on your hand tightened, the grin on his face widening as his eyes stayed locked in his lap. you even heard jihoon softly chuckle behind you.

“bullshit,” josh accused. jeonghan quickly looked up at him, tilting his head ever so slightly. “no way he’s giving it to you better than i did.”

after that comment, everyone collectively started yelling at him to just go to sleep or leave the game, anything to get him to stop his petty remarks. including you. you were still yelling when jeonghan turned to you, cupping your face, “shut the fuck up,” he whispered before grabbing your wrist and forcefully pulling you away from the table. he stopped at the end by josh’s chair.

“fine!” jeonghan exclaimed, silencing everyone. he then leaned in to josh’s ear, “i’ll just let you hear how much better im giving it to her.” and with that jeonghan was dragging you up the stairs at an aggressive pace, not even giving anyone the opportunity to respond.

once you reached the top of the stair case he spun you around in front of him so you were walking backwards. you passed the banister as he started taking off your shirt. your bare chest on display for anyone to see had they looked up from the table down below. you couldn’t care less.

“kiss me,” you whimpered trying not to stumble backward as he’s fondling with the button of your pants. he obeyed, eagerly crashing his lips into yours as you both neared his room. he started turning you to the left and you knew you’d reached your destination. he didn’t push you all the way into his room though.

“if it gets to be too much say ‘stop’,” he breathed before pushing you against his open door and dropping to his knees, immediately pulling your pants down. you stepped out of them without a second thought. is he just gonna fuck me against his open bedroom door?

“fuck!” you gasped out as he dove in after your clothed core. i guess the answer is yes.

“jesus y/n,” he growled moving your underwear to the side. “you’re fucking soaked already,” he continued to lap at your pussy, the annoying fabric now out of the way.

“mmm liked you getting m-mad,” you whispered, not wanting the others to hear your confession. you knew it sounded pathetic.

jeonghan groaned into you in response. you liked him fuming over the thought of someone else fucking you better than he did? if his dick wasn’t pushing to break free from his sweats before, it sure was now.

“fuck, you’re such a slut y/n,” he slurred, now grabbing at your underwear, ripping it on each side down the seams and throwing them right across the hall into josh’s open room.

“hannie what the fuck?” you bemoaned. you’d just bought the lacy fabric the other day for him to admire, not ruin. the fact that he threw them in josh’s room couldn’t be less of a concern to you right now.

he stood up putting his hand around your neck, firmly pressing you against the door. “what?” he asked innocently, taunting you before crashing his lips back into yours. you moaned into the kiss, desperate for him to touch you again.

as if he’d read your mind, he used his free hand to pull down the waistband of his sweats, finally letting his dick breathe. he put his cock in between your legs, basically fucking your thighs. the subtle friction against your clit was enough to send you spiraling. you were over his teasing and torture.

“hannie, please,” you panted.

“please what?” he mocked, still rutting against the heat between your legs.

“please fuck me,” you whined.

it wasn’t good enough for him. “what? i’m sorry baby,” baby? “i don’t think josh can hear you.”

you were suddenly reminded of the circumstances surrounding the current situation you were in. you felt yourself turn beet red.

“remember, you can tell me to stop,” he whispered to you, noticing your complexion.

“no, no don’t stop,” you begged.

he smiled maniacally. “okay. so again, i don’t think josh could hear what you said,” his voice rising in the second half.

“please jeonghan, please fuck me. please!” you cried, knowing damn well that josh and unfortunately, everyone else could hear your desperate words.

“such a good little whore for me aren’t you?” his grip on your neck tightened, his other hand grabbing his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. you lifted your leg to give him easier access.

he pushed past your folds and you winced at the slight stretch, but you fit jeonghan like a glove. ever since the first time you guys had sex it almost felt like you were… made for each other in a way.

“you okay?” he nearly wheezed, trying to hold himself back from going completely animalistic on you in this moment. wanting to claim you as his for everyone to hear… for josh to hear.

fuck josh…

he barely let you nod your head before snapping his hips, thrusting his cock into you so fast you swear you saw stars. the squeal that escaped your throat was something of pure filth and you knew that by this point, josh had to have felt like a fucking idiot for everything he said.

jeonghan moved his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up, your back still flat against his door, his cock buried deep inside you. “i’m going to absolutely ruin you and your pretty little pussy,” he fucked himself deeper into you if that was even possible, “not even gonna be able to walk back down these stairs without my help,” he panted.

“mmmph hannie~” were your last whimpering words before he started brutally fucking himself in and out of your sopping cunt. you were a blubbering mess, whining and crying out like a bitch in heat.

“dammit y/n how are you always this t-tight,” jeonghan groaned before swallowing your sounds in a sloppy, wet kiss. his tongue desperately darted into your mouth to dance with yours and you were more than willing to let it in. your tongues danced together not so elegantly as his dick was thrusting into you with determination, his door thudding against the wall to the rhythm he’d set, and you moaning uncontrollably into his mouth.

you started to wonder what everyone downstairs was doing. especially josh.

“mmm wait wait wait hannie wait,” you put your hands on his shoulders putting enough distance between your bodies just to speak.

“i-i feel bad for everyone downstairs. should we keep doing this?” you whispered, giggling a little as the gravity of the situation really started weighing on you.

“i really don’t give a fuck about everyone downstairs.” he kissed you deeply. “unless it really makes you uncomfortable, then we’ll stop.”

“i’m not really uncomfortable just… feel bad.”

“well don’t. and remember how this all started?”

he was right.

“you’re right,” you threw your arms around his neck, attacking his lips with your own, taking control of the situation.

he let your legs down, now gripping your waist, pulling your naked body closer to him. you spun the two of you around so he was against the door. you pulled away from your kiss to lift his shirt over his head and throw it into his room. you then dropped to your knees, almost mirroring his actions from earlier. you pulled his sweats and underwear down to his ankles and he kicked them off to the side.

“fuck hannie,” you moaned, clenched around nothing as you were eye level with his cock. jeonghan could’ve came just at the sight of you gawking over his dick beneath him.

“y/n as much as i’d love to feel your mouth around me, i need to fuck you properly and i need to do it now,” he cooed cupping your face. he traced his thumb across your lip and you took it into you mouth, sucking on it like a binkie. “fuck, you’re such a fucking slut y/n,” he ripped his hand from your mouth. “on the bed. now.”

you started to stand up but he stopped you, “no, crawl.” you did exactly as you were told and crawled your way to the foot of his bed.

you could predict he’d want you on all fours, but you didn’t want to assume, so you sat on the edge of his bed waiting for further instructions.

“you know how i want you.” he was making his way toward you.

you quickly turned around on your knees and lowered yourself so your face and arms were flat on the bed and your ass was in the air.

when jeonghan got within arms length of your body, without hesitation he slapped your right ass cheek before grabbing it tightly, his left hand doing the same to the other side. you just yelped and balled up the sheets in your fists.

spreading you so wide you thought you might split, he speaks again. “there’s so much more of you that i want to explore, y/n,” he mumbled lining himself up with your aching core once again.

“s-so explore me, jeonghan,” your voice was rather shaky as you waited for his cock to be shoved into you at any moment.

“fuck baby…” baby again? you didn’t have time to process the pet name once again before jeonghan picked up where you guys had left off.

his hands were holding onto your waist for dear life as he railed you into his bed with no mercy.

“f-f-fuck hann-nie!” you cried out, every stutter on beat with his hips. a string of the most lewd whimpers, whines and groans you’ve every let fly from your mouth followed.

“uh huh, that’s r-right. how g-good do i-fuck~ fuck you huh?” he boasted.

something about jeonghan’s feral tendencies to “claim” you had you tightening around him over and over, that familiar knot forming in your tummy.

“g-god hannie i’m c-close!” you warned, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

he pulled his dick out of you instantly. you started pouting, “noooo hannie why did you-“

you heard a pop from his mouth and couldn’t help but turn your head around as far as you could. “hannie?”

“if you don’t like it, or it’s too much, what do you say?”

“‘stop’… what are you- fuck!”

jeonghan’s thumb was prodding at your other hole, barely being granted access due to it never being messed with. “too much?” he asked as the tip of his thumb slipped in.

the groan that escaped your mouth was all he needed but you tried to respond anyway, “n-no hannie~ fffuck…” your voice trailed off, the new sensation sending your body into a blissfully painful new level of pleasure.

jeonghan lined himself back up, slipping inside of you with ease at this point. the sensation of being able to feel his cock sliding in and out of you through your ass with his thumb was a feeling he didn’t know he needed. he threw his head back, slowly pulling himself out almost entirely before steadily pushing himself back into you, pushing down with his thumb to feel every inch through your gummy walls. “god dammit, y/n. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he snarled before once again picking back up to his animalistic pace from before.

you both were a moaning mess, in your own bubble of euphoria when suddenly, you were rudely interrupted by an annoyingly familiar voice.

“okay you fucking psychopaths, your point has been made. can you shut the fuck up now?!” josh yelled from down below. if you two were being honest, the moment jeonghan had you crawling across the floor to his bed, you’d forgotten all about josh and the others.

“no. you can come close the fucking door!” jeonghan yelled back trying to keep his voice steady when in reality, he could fall apart here and now. fall to his knees and cry at how amazing you were making him feel. you’re the reason he can fuck you so good. you make it impossible not to.

“god you guys are fucking obnoxious…” josh’s voice trailed off at the end of his sentence as he reached jeonghan’s door. he froze in his tracks. his drunken state didn’t really allow him to comprehend that he was going to be walking in on jeonghan absolutely wrecking you. he was just coming up to close the door, but he couldn’t stop staring.

he was snapped out of his daze when jeonghan whipped his head around, making immediate eye contact with him, not slowing down his thrusts in the slightest, completely unfazed.

“the fuck do you want?” he spat. you managed to turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the boy in the doorway. your vision blurry from being completely fucked out of your mind. you knew it felt wrong that he was seeing all of this, but your brain was so fuzzy you couldn’t really focus on anything else other than jeonghan.

“i- i was just closing the door,” josh managed to mutter out. as he reached for the doorknob, jeonghan spoke up again.

“no. you wanna watch so bad?” he slowly took his thumb out of you first, then his cock. you subconsciously whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. you knew you should move, knew you should adjust so you weren’t so exposed for josh to see but you couldn’t bring yourself to in your sex drunk (and still literally tipsy) state.

jeonghan, dick still out, made his way over to josh. “then come have a seat,” his tone was bitter as he grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him to his desk chair, nearly throwing him down.

“dude i don’t-“

“i dont want to hear it. you’re the one that stopped to watch so im giving you what you want, yeah?” suddenly jeonghan had dominance over everyone in the room. all josh could do was nod in response.

with the main reason for all of this absurdity now sitting in the room, jeonghan felt it was appropriate to shut the door. he did so forcefully, then made his was back over to you.

your head already being turned to your left where jeonghan’s desk was, you were looking right at josh. you quickly flipped your head the other way, embarrassed by your state. jeonghan took a fistful of your hair and slowly pulled you up so your back was flat against chest.

“i want him to watch me make you fall apart,” he whispered so gently in your ear for no one else to hear. “is that okay pretty girl?” the nickname making your tummy do flips all over again. of course that was okay. sure it would be embarrassing for the first 5 seconds, but josh pissed you off tonight more than anyone. so yes, yes of course he could be put in his place with a front row seat to the show.

“jeonghan yes,” you breathed desperately, clenching around nothing.

“good,” you wish you could see the smile on his face that you could hear when he spoke. “now, when you lay back down, turn your head back toward him so he can watch your face while i claim what’s mine.”

what’s his?

you did as you were told and when jeonghan loosened his grip on your hair, you lowered yourself back down with your face in the sheets facing joshua once again. he looked at you with a stare that was incomprehensible. was it lust? embarrassment? anger? probably all of the above, but you didn’t care. all you cared about was jeonghan filling you back up.

jeonghan started to make a snarky comment to joshua when you interrupted him.

“hannie p-please who fucking cares i need you to fuck me please please please!” you were on the brink of tears. so desperate for him, to feel his cock deep inside you again.

“oh someone’s needy hm? good girl asking so nicely.” his voice something carnal. he took barely two seconds to line himself up with your soaked, swollen, reddened and abused core.

you didn’t think he was holding back before but holy shit were you wrong. his hands were basically imbedded into your waist. his hips snapping with even more determination and vigor than before. it took no more than 20 seconds for him to get that knot forming in your tummy again.

“is this what you wanted, you fucking whore? such a whore for my cock aren’t you.” he growled. “tell me baby, has anyone ever fucked you this good?” he whined out, his own orgasm approaching.

you must’ve taken a millisecond too long to answer him because he harshly smacked your ass making you cry out in pain (in a good way of course). “answer me.”

“yes!” your voice coming out in a mix of whimpers and pure air. “no one c-can f-fuck… fuck me like you do hannie!”

“not even josh over here?”

your eyes had been shut since jeonghan started fucking you again… you forgot josh was in the room. when you opened them you were met with the sight of him shamelessly palming himself through his sweats. “especially not josh,” you managed to spit out rather clearly. it was a somewhat mean statement but the mother fucker was getting off to watching jeonghan literally prove that he can fuck you better than josh ever could’ve, so why not humiliate him a little more?

sure enough, josh groaned out in pleasure. sick.

“that’s fucking right.” jeonghan managed to pull out, flip you onto your back, and start fucking you again so fast you got dizzy. the new angle allowing him to hit a new spot, one that was bringing you closer to the edge, much faster than before.

“mmmmffff h-hannieee~” was all you could manage to get out, but he knew exactly what it meant.

“gonna make a mess all over my cock baby? hm? gonna show josh what a fucking idiot he is?” he whined once again. he moved his hand down and began rubbing circles on your clit, bringing you to your breaking point.

you turned into an illiterate wreck. somewhere laced in your desperate noises were traces of jeonghan’s name. you physically couldn’t bring yourself to unscrew your eyes to look at him. you knew he loved it when you made eye contact whenever you came undone for him, but you just couldn’t. you suddenly felt a soft hand gently grab your neck.

“i fucking love your face, y/n,” he whispered as his hips started to stutter. you managed to open your eyes to look at him right before he started to come undone himself, you still coming down from your own state of euphoria. when your eyes locked, he immediately crashed his lips into yours, his hand on your neck tightening as his hips thrusted into you one last time. you couldn’t help but clench around him when you felt his warm seed fill you up. his mouth fell open letting out a feral noise as you two lay forehead to forehead, jeonghan slowly moving himself in and out of you letting you milk his cock for all it’s worth. his hand that was around your neck moved up to cup your face instead, wiping your tears that you didn’t even realize had fallen from your eyes during all of… that.

“josh?” jeonghan’s voice was low, and he never broke eye contact with you. “get out.”

you heard josh shuffle out of the room shutting the door behind him. it was nice for it to just be the two of you again… not that you didn’t enjoy the game you two just played.

jeonghan’s eyes were piercing into yours with something different than you’d ever seen. it was a content look which you were used to but…

“i-“ he paused, scanning your eyes to see if he should even say such a foolish thing.

“you what, jeonghan?” you said delicately, running your fingers through your hair.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered. he sunk his head down to the rook of your neck as if to hide. it was the most precious thing you’ve ever seen this boy do.

“jeonghan…” you shifted to grab his face and bring it back up to look at you. “i love you too.”

how were you two sharing the most soft, comforting moment with each other right after having sex that you felt would have the devil himself appalled?

“really?” his eyes lit up, a smile growing on his face. he showered every inch of your face in kisses as you giggled through every second of it. once he finally stopped you nodded silently with a soft smile plastered across your face.

most normal people in such a situation would be asking all sorts of questions, but you didn’t care to. you knew you guys would talk about it at the right time for both of you, that time just wasn’t now.

“BREAKFAST!!” mingyu yelled from the kitchen. you were barely managing to open your eyes as you heard footsteps running down the hall. for these men being well past their teenage years, you always found yourself thinking of them as boys. always so cheerful and full of energy, even first thing in the morning.

once you “came to” if you will, you realized you were being spooned by the boy that confessed his love for you last night… or early this morning. the moment he ripped you away from the table you’d lost track of all time.

you both were naked but you felt clean. you vaguely remember in your post-fucked-out state, that jeonghan had carried you to the bathroom with him to shower.

“hannie,” you spoke just above a whisper.

“hmmmmmm,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him.

“gyu just said breakfast is ready and.. i’m hungry.”

“i don’t blame you.” you could hear the smile on his face even tho your back was turned to him. his morning voice was husky, the sound of it immediately going to your core, but you were too hungry to do anything about it.

“shutup,” you giggled. “let’s get dressed.”

“ugggggh okay fine, fine.”

he let you slip out of his arms to sit on the edge of his bed before… attempting to get up. your legs were so physically weak, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand. in that moment you knew jeonghan was watching you because he bursted out laughing.

“oh i’m so sorry,” he sighed once he finished his laughing session.

“for laughing at the fact that i can’t stand? or for being the fucking reason that i can’t stand?” you jokingly scolded.

“both,” he shrugged with a smug smirk on his face before getting up and grabbing two pairs of briefs from his drawer, one for you and one for him. he put on a pair, then threw a baggy t-shirt on and called it good. “i hope you’re okay twinning with me,” he teased as he got on his knees to slide the underwear he grabbed for you onto your legs. once he got to your thighs you took over.

“i don’t mind in the slightest,” you gave him a cheeky smile. he shifted closer to you on his knees so he was between your legs, then gave you a tender kiss before he spoke again.

“good. now what shirt of mine do you want to wear, princess?”

you looked up at the ceiling, cartoonishly thinking even though you both knew what shirt you wanted to wear.

“maybe that really really baggy sweater with that ‘message of’ whatever on it?”

he gave you another kiss with a smile before moving to his closet. “message of ames it is, pretty girl.”

once he helped you put the sweatshirt on, you still sitting on the bed, he kneeled backwards in front of you so you could hop on his back.

“we were taking bets on if you two were gonna come down,” minghao deadpanned from the table, taking a bite of one of mingyu’s pancakes.

“the princess was hungry.” you lightly hit him upside the head before he carefully set you down right next to the chair he just pulled out for you. once you sat, he pushed you in.

minghao smiled at you. he spoke up once jeonghan walked into the kitchen to fetch your plates. “i’m glad he treats someone nicely.”

you two giggled together. “and i’m glad it’s me.”

“oh… something happened last night.” he paused with his forkful of hash browns in front of his face. “well, beside the obvious.”

your face grew hot. “ha, yeah you wouldn’t believe.”

“can’t wait to hear about it,” he whispered, then shoveling the hash browns into his mouth.

“hey,” jeonghan blurted setting your plate down in front of you. “you guys, where’s josh?” he asked casually as he sat with his own plate as if what happened last night just simply… didn’t happen. you could imagine he was hesitant to face you both.

but then…

“y/n! jeonghan!” josh yelled from his room. “what the fuck are these?!”

you and jeonghan slowly turned to look at each other, both wearing the words “oh fuck” on your faces without muttering a word. jeonghan shot out of his chair and ran up the stairs to save both of your asses.

you turned to your food, silently poking at a piece of your scrambled eggs. minghao leaned in close, so you turned to him. “what did he find?” he whispered.

as if on cue, mingyu ran over from the kitchen to lean his head in. you leaned close to the boys so you knew any lingering ears wouldn’t hear. “jeonghan threw my underwear in his room,” you whispered back.

minghao bursted out laughing, mingyu stood up dumbfounded. exaggerated shock displayed on his face. anyone else in the room who was trying to mind their own business was now staring.

“you guys are too fucking much,” minghao sighed while holding a smile on his face. mingyu silently kissed you on the top of your head before walking back into the kitchen.

“you have no idea,” you smiled back, taking a bite of your best friend’s homemade pancakes.

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#jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #hanniesluvr

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familyvideostevie · 1 year ago

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🐚 SEASHELL: I'm not sure why but I'm drawn to the line "What if this storm ends and I don't see you as you are now ever again?" from the song What If This Storm Ends by Snow Patrol for Eddie if possible please?

omg you guys kill me with the angst!!!! but you ask i answer, so let's go hard w this one and have some rockstar!eddie and you being a bit worried before he goes on tour -- a little angsty! fluff as always, though <3

"I'm not going to tell you not to go," you say matter of factly.

Eddie looks concerned. "Well, I hope not, since I'm about to get on the bus," he says. The rest of the band is busy loading their endless cases of shit into the huge bus behind him. He's going away for six weeks. You feel miserable.

"I just...I finally figured out how to say what I've been trying to say for ages." Ever since the band announced their tour, you'd had a pit in your stomach that you didn't know what to do with. It stayed as you and Eddie had small spats about his absence, as you spent long nights memorizing each other, as you cried a few times wondering what it would be like without him.

"Good timing," he says dryly, though his hand on your cheek is tender. You know that he's excited but also a bit stressed to be leaving you for so long. It's the longest you've ever been apart and it's scary.

"I think I'm scared that so much life is going to happen that when you come back we won't know each other." You can't look at him as you say it, instead fiddling with a button on his jean vest. "You're going to be having the time of your life and I'm going to be here working and doing whatever I do and you are going to live your dreams and --"

"And I'll be missing you," he gently interjects. "Every second, sweetheart."

You sigh and step forward, pressing yourself to him and burying your nose in his neck. He smells like he always does -- cigarettes and musk and his lightly scented shampoo. "I'm sorry for being so... like this." You're not sorry, not really. You're just a bit sorry for yourself.

"Means you love me, doesn't it?" Eddie asks. He rubs his hand up and down your spine. "You'll miss me because you love me and I'll miss you because I love you. And you'll love me a little less when I call you every day for the next six weeks to annoy you."

That gets a laugh out of you. "You wish." He pushes you away, hands on your shoulders, so he can look you in the eyes.

"When it's over we'll have so much to tell each other, yeah? Stuff that won't make it into the nightly phone calls. And then when we make it big and I get rich you won't have to work anymore if you don't want to and you can come on tour and get your own league of adoring fans."

"You dream big, Munson," you tell him. He leans in.

"You taught me how," he says against your lips.

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst

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taffycandyqt · 1 year ago

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hi, just saw requests are open! can you write a oneshot where 2012!raph comes down with a stomach bug and his brothers and splinter help him through it?

I'm gonna me honest when I first got this request I was at such a loss for what to write, but then the idea to have Raph and Splinter have a heart to heart came to mind and I just 🫢

TMNT 2012

Fluff! Comfort

Platonic family stuff (none of that nasty fam shipping)

Warnings: mentions of vomit and throwing up, slight angst

Raph comes down with a stomach bug and his family does everything they can to help him.

It was Mikey's fault.

How? I don't know.

But after waking up in the middle of the night to hurl his guts out in the toilet, Raph figured that one way or another, it was Mikey's fault.

That morning he wasn't feeling any better but he'd rather go to morning training with a broken leg then miss something important. How else was he supposed to stay better than Leo?

And that mindset, is what leads us to the current moment. Leo standing in front of Raph, ready to fight, while he pukes onto the floor. Splinter immediately stopped the lesson to check on him, while Donnie froze, Mikey gagged, and Leo asked Raph if he was okay.

"My son! Raphael, what happened?" Splinter asked. Raph however could not answer. Even though he was no longer vomiting he couldn't stop gagging. Eventually, he was able to stop but it took a second.

"I-I'm fine sensei. I can continue."

"No."

"Sensei, I swear I'm okay!"

"You may be okay, but the mats are not. Go rest. Donatello, Michelangelo, go get cleaning supplies to help me with this mess. Leonardo, make sure Raphael gets to bed."

"Aw sensei, do we really have to clean that up?" Complained Donnie.

"Yeah that straight up nasty dude." Mikey agreed.

"Would you rather take your brother to sleep?"

The pair looked over to Leo and Raph as they fought. Raph getting violent trying to keep Leo off him even to the point of using his sais. While Leo was trying to push him out of the dojo and convince him that a little rest wouldn't kill him. At that moment a chill ran up Raph's spine and he chucked up a little bit more of his breakfast onto Leo's foot.

"I'll go get the disinfectant." Donnie stated and Mikey followed after him.

After everyone finished with their respective chores Donnie talked to Raph to get a synopsis on his symptoms. Though he couldn't call them symptoms because that would imply Raph was sick.

And Raph never gets sick. (🙄)

Afterward Donnie shuffled to his lab while doing some research on his computer to start on some medicine for Raph.

Splinter was in the kitchen making Raph some rice porridge. It was light on the stomach with a mild taste so Splinter hoped he would be able to keep it down.

Mean while Leo was trying to keep Mikey out of Raph's room so he could sleep. Mikey insisted the best way to get better was for a bro to read you comics till the awesomeness of the characters scared the sickness away.

"No."

"Awwwwwww come onnnn Leo! It's what he needs dude!"

"What he needs is sleep, if you really want to help go help Splinter make him food or Donnie with the medicine."

Was it a good idea? Maybe not, but at least it would stall Mikey for a little bit.

"I can't sleep if you all are YELLING OUTSIDE MY ROOM!" Raph shouted. And with that Leo was dragging Mikey away from Raph's door in the direction of the Living room. At that moment Splinter was walking towards them with a bowl in hand.

"My sons, how is he feeling?"

"He being moody, so that's good at least." Answered Mikey. This earned him a light smack on the head from Leo.

"I got him to bed but I don't think he's asleep yet." Leo finally spoke, giving an actual answer.

"I see." Was all Splinter said before continuing in the direction of his sick son. Upon entering his room he found Raph not resting but rather sitting on the side of his bed, lights on, fiddling with his sais. Raph looked towards the door with an unhappy expression as Splinter entered.

"You should be resting."

"I told you I'm fine."

"Someone who is 'Fine' would not vomit for no reason." as Splinter said this, he sat the porridge on his desk table while he took a seat on the rolly chair across from Raph.

"It was probably Mikey's breakfast or something." Raph stated a tad agitated.

"Oh? None of you brothers seemed to suffer from the same issue. Did Michelangelo not make them the same breakfast?"

"I DON'T KNOW MAYBE HE USED ROTTEN CRAP IN MINE!"

"Why would your brother do that?"

Raph didn't respond to this. He looked away mearly shrugged. Deep down he knew it was ridiculous, to blame Mikey, but this whole situation just felt so dumb. He hated being treated like he was weak. He hated all this attention. Did he want Splinter's attention? DUH! But not like this. He wanted the attention he gave to Leo. To be treated like he was understood. Like he was enough. Like his flaws didn't matter in the face of all his strengths. But no. No matter how hard he worked the only time Splinter treated him like he mattered is when he's a problem. Is when is need to be fixed.

"Raphael, why are you so reluctant to admit you are sick?"

"..."

"My son, everyone gets sick. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Easy for you to say." Raph said, not meaning to speak that out loud.

"And why would you say that?"

"Uuuuuuh..."

"Raphael, I cannot understand how you are feeling if you never tell me."

Raph scoffed, "I have told you. I've told you over and over. But it's always the same. Control you anger Raph, it's self destructive, it hurts you and everyone around you. GREAT! Who new that the best way to CONTROL YOUR ANGER WAS TO JUST CONTROL IT! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT! But ohhhhhhhh because I don't know how to control my self like Mr. Perfect fearless leader Leo I'm just a mess. I'M 'TEMPERAMENTAL' AND 'MOODY' AND 'IMMATURE'. SORRY?! YOU ALWAYS TELL ME TO CONTROL MY ANGER, BUT HOW!?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IN YOU IS JUST BUBBLING BELOW THE SURFACE?! ITS LIKE WRAPPING A WATER BALLOON IN TISSUE PAPER! DOES THE TISSUE PAPER COVER IT? YEAH! BUT ALL IT TAKES IS ONE NEEDLE AND IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY LAYERS OF PAPER YOU HAVE IT WONT MATTER CUZ THE BALLOON WILL STILL BURST AND EVERYONE WILL GET WET AND IT'LL BE ALL YOUR FAULT EVEN THOUGH YOU TRIED TO COVER THE BALLOON BUT ALL YOU WERE GIVEN WAS FRICKIN TISSUE PAPER! AND IT'S NOT LIKE YOU MEANT TO POP THE BALLOON BUT SOMEONE SHOVED A NEEDLE ON YOUR HAND AND KEPT YELLING AT YOU TO POP IT EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T WANT TO BUT THEY KEEP YELLING AT YOU TILL YOU JUST DO IT JIST SO THEY'LL SHUT IT BUT NOW EVERYONE HATES YOU AND YOU HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN OVER AND OVER BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON EVERYONE HATES WATER!

Raph huffed to catch his breath but he wasn't done.

"I know I'm not your favorite. but being sick just makes it more apparent that the only time I am a priority is when I do something wrong."

"My son..." Splinter was at a loss. He hasn't realized just how much weight Raph was carrying hand how his treatment of his brothers in comparison him had effected him.

"I am sorry."

"W-what?"

"I have always done what I believe would be best in order to raise you and your brothers. However I had not realized how greatly you were struggling and how my response to your struggle had effected you emotionally. You are not a burden Raphael. You are my son, my family, and I love you. I am sorry that I made you feel less important that you brothers and I'm sorry if my actions made it seem as though I favor Leonardo over you. I have always been proud of your skill and impressed by the speed of your progression. That is why I pushed you so hard in regards to your anger, as I could see how it was holding you back from tapping the true potential I see in you. From now on a will make a better effort to understand your needs so we can work on your struggles together."

Raph was speechless. He genuinely believed that Splinter didn't care about him as much as he did Leo or the others. He had waited for so long for someone or something to prove him wrong, and he was so happy it finally happened. As Splinter embraced his son Raph began to cry. He cried hard and afterwards he felt refreshed. He felt lighter now that his mind was clear and he had finally said all that he's always wanted to.

"I think I'm ready to rest now sensei."

"Good. Sleep well my son."

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I'm not gonna lie, getting an idea for this one was hard and I avoided it for so long😭 but once I got it rolling I'm actually kinda happy with how it turned out.😍

#raph #raph tmnt #2012 raph #tmnt 2012 #2012 Raph deserved better #master splinter #2012 master splinter #2012 donnie #2012 leo #2012 mikey #oneshot #Comfort #father son bonding

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hyperactive-cowboy · 11 months ago

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So that's the second chapter of the landoscar christmas series, I have literally no idea of how to make a link between this chapter and the first one, so if you want to read it then you'll have to search it yourself, but it is my last post so no big problem. You have probably realized it, but I got inspired to write this story by "All I want for Christmas", so the titles of the chapters are part of the lyrics. As always if you have suggestions or there are issues with the story don't be shy kidsss. Oh and if someone can tell me how to make the link I'd be grateful for my life. ENJOYYYY

Make my wish come true

Warnings: like one curse word at the start and one at the end (I don't even know if those are considered curse words), the littlest angst and fluff. Some words are translated with google because english is not my first lenguage. It's not beta read because I don't have the energy to do it right now as I had planned on finishing the series in 2023 but here I am.

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter 1, 2, 3

Summary: Max and Logan help Lando in his little gremlin plan to propose to Oscar during their christmas party.

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Max's phone rang in the exact moment his dream was at its climax, waking him up without letting him know the finale of it.

Max looked at who was calling at such an hour in the morning.

It was Lando. Then probably it wasn't important.

Max deactivated the sound and left the vibration on, trying to fall asleep again just to see the end of his dream, but the buzzing wouldn't stop.

With a mix of frustration and malcontent for his not-well-started Wednesday morning, Max took the phone and answered his best friend.

"What do you want" he asked abruptly

"'Morning sunshine, I also miss my best friend so much" Lando answered sarcastically and Max could perfectly picture in his head the wide tooth-gaped smile his best friend almost certainly had on his face.

"It's not a good morning when it starts like this" Max returned.

Lando, on the other hand, laughed at his friend's distress. Max knew that, sooner or later, he would've killed his best friend.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for your pain, but I've just got an idea" it surely wasn't a good start. Every time Lando said stuff like that, it didn't end well.

"Oh god"

"I want to propose to Oscar"

"OH GOD"

Suddenly Max was sitting on the bed, totally awake and vigile.

He didn't know what to say. Well actually there were too many things he wanted to say but couldn't choose which one to say first. Between the "when?" The"where?" and the "Why?"s.

Instead, his mouth (apparently not connected with his brain) deliberately and on its own expressed all his emotions at once.

"What the fuck"

"Yep it was pretty explanatory"

Neither of them knew how to behave. Obviously some people they both knew have got married before, but neither Lando nor Max have ever experienced a crazy idea like that.

"So… when?" The moment Max started to metabolize the news, he also began to like it in some weird way.

He knew the two have been together for some time and (at least for Lando) have also been pining over each other for even longer, so it was logical that one of them would've done the big step in a short time.

"Okay, well, that's my plan…"

Lando started to explain The Big Plan to his best friend, who was more excited every new sentence he heard.

Max had known him for so many years and has always thought of him as more immature and childish than other people their age, but he was sure Lando would've made the perfect husband to Oscar.

This train of thoughts continued and extended in every direction that included memories of Lando, the emotions took over him and made his eyes water a bit. But thinking about it, those words were good, he should've taken notes for his best man's speech.

"Let's recap it from the start once again" Max read on his phone. It was at least the 25th time Lando had asked him to repeat The Plan. He was sure he could've acted even other people's parts in the show.

"Dear god I only have to say yes when he asks me about the party" Max texted back.

"It's not difficult" then he added just to emphasize the pointlessness of Lando's worries.

"Don't you dare make fun of me I'm just anxious, it's normal I guess" Lando's answer arrived in no time

Max smiled to himself shaking his head. Some things never change, he thought while unfolding all the memories with his best friend and rewatching every time Lando acted anxious. There were a few.

"If your calculus are right, he's calling me in ten minutes, so maybe I should get ready to answer him?" Max asked, trying to find an excuse to not leave his friend on seen in this particular situation.

Lando texted just a "yeah you're right" and then left the chat.

Max sighed and closed his phone, just to get his hands on his face and rub his eyes.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" is the sentence Max and Lando have accorded for him to say, and he did it spectacularly. As if he hasn't repeated it for the past twenty minutes without a single stop.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asked him.

"But isn't Lando away?" He was trying really, really hard not to abruptly laugh and scream at Oscar's ear.

"Yeah, in fact we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore" Max thought he sounded a little exasperated.

He felt his lungs expand and contract without an order, his cheeks had become red and swollen, in his eyes there were tears for holding it back, but then he couldn't take it anymore.

Max let out a soft giggle, but that giggle meant to him like the most powerful and exorbitant laughter he had ever had, mostly because he felt (he could literally touch it) the importance of his position in there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there"

"K, thanks mate" Oscar sounded pretty hesitant with his answer. "And you can come with who you want" he then added.

"Great, thanks. Bye" Max hung up just right before exploding in what he thought was one of the biggest laughs of his life.

He didn't know the cause of this, but that situation was so funny to him. Maybe it was just the stress. Most probably it was just the stress. But why should he be stressed? It wasn't even his proposal. What would have happened when it was HIS time to take the big step? Max didn't even want to think about it for a minute.

He jumped back to reality and immediately opened his and Lando's chat to update him.

Max rang the doorbell of his best friend's house and waited for his best friend's boyfriend (and next-to-be fiance) to open the door.

"Never saw you awake this early"

Oh right! Oscar's humor was something he could never forget about.

"I'm happy to see you too" Max stated with the biggest smile stamped on his face. He patted the boy's shoulders with both his hands and looked him down, trying to imagine the guy with a different surname (something like Norris) and a different look (a smoking might be ideal, and maybe a golden ring on that finger could be even better).

"Yeah" Oscar mouthed with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression.

Max entered the house without needing a welcome. He treated it like it was his, he didn't care if the actual owner was okay with it. At least he could say the same happened every time Lando and Oscar were at his place.

"What are you doing here?"

If there was another person in the room, they could've heard three voices ask the same question at the same time.

"No no no. I asked you first" Logan yelled at Max getting up pretty fast from the couch he was previously lying on.

"Well yes man, but really why are YOU here" he repeated.

"I'm here to help Oscar. And you?"

"I'm too"

Max and Logan looked at each other with a slightly confused stare, narrowing their gazes and tilting their head to one side or the other.

Oscar cleared his voice behind them and just then he realized he couldn't tell Logan what he was about to. ("Well, actually I'm here to help Lando" would've been his response).

"Max, can I ask you to get away from my home? I already have enough help" The youngest boy looked exhausted. It must be tiring to project an event like this almost alone and with his boyfriend hundred of miles away from him.

He could not understand, but he surely could pity him.

"I'm very sorry Oscar, but I'm not leaving this house until tonight"

"Okay then" he looked more exasperated every sentence.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to"

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it" Oscar pointed out almost ironically.

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan, who has been silent the entirety of the time, had stepped in the conversation to support him, and Max couldn't be more grateful.

With all due care, Oscar left his house in his friend's hands and headed to work.

Max and Logan had only six hours and a half to transform that house into a HOUSE.

"So why are you here really?" Logan broke the silence, leaning on the shopping cart as he pushed it.

The two were at the mall searching for cute items and classic christmas stuff to hang here and there in the house to make it look more comfortable.

They have given themselves a specific and perfectly timed list to follow religiously: the times were calculated per second and the both of them had certain works to complete.

"Lando wants to propose Oscar tonight" Max let out.

"LANDO WANTS TO WHAT?'' Logan cried out in the middle of the cheese island, standing up like he was electrocuted and launching three slices of gruyere into the cart.

"SHHH why are you screaming?" Max whisper-yelled at him.

"Oh ya know? It's just my best friend getting married to yours, why aren't YOU screaming?" Logan replied in the same voice tone.

"I've already had my screaming session a week ago" he explained.

Max looked at his clock and calculated there were two minutes of delay in their schedule.

Logan looked around himself in disbelief, pinching his own cheeks to make sure he was not living a dream.

He looked at Max right in his eyes for the first time in their entire lives.

"Then we have to make sure we do the best of it" Logan stated resolutely, speeding even more than before, driving his shopping cart like a formula 1 car.

"You go bake the cookies, I'll get the house aesthetically ready"

Max nodded at his newfound friend and sprinted into the kitchen to prepare all the ingredients he needed.

Right after putting on his freshly-bought apron, his phone started vibrating.

Max boringly looked at the screen and would've even hung up, but noticing Lando's nickname on it, he thought it was preferible answering, after all that work.

He accepted the call and put on the speaker while calling Logan to make him participate at the "meeting".

"Everything's okay?" Lando's altered voice sounded more worried than Max had ever heard him.

He took a moment to appreciate the fact that his best friend was giving this plan all his soul. You could know how much he cared about Oscar (or generally about his loved ones, even if he didn't show it that much) just by hearing his preoccupied voice.

"Yep, we're almost ready" Logan answered, just as joyful as Max.

"Wait, who was that?"

"It's Logan. I know everything and I couldn't agree more with you on this decision" his face was stamped with a smile from ear to ear and his eyes shone brighter than the stars.

"Oh hey Log sorry, didn't know you were there too. Does he suspect anything?"

"There is absolutely no way he could. We were silent as a grave" Max answered, almost kicking his feet like a schoolgirl.

"Well then-" Lando's sentence start was interrupted by a not a little hasty Max, who was sure he was about to scream.

"Now that you have secured yours and our wellbeing, can we finish our work? We have a pretty full agenda to follow"

"Oh okay then, I'm halfway there anyways"

"Yeah yeah, you know where I keep my second set of keys" and without another word, he hung up the phone just as fast as they both came back to their respective jobs in the house.

"Hey that chocolate dough looks fantastic" Logan laughed entering the kitchen, looking at a totally covered in chocolate dough Max.

"Where? I thought I cleaned everything" Max responded.

Logan sighed and continued his laugh, then threw a clean kitchen towel at him, telling him where he was still dirty while taking a seat to taste what they had prepared during the evening.

"It's not that bad" he exclaimed, chewing the biggest bite of cheese and ham toast Max had ever seen.

Logan raised the volume of his phone when he heard the first bits of "Last Christmas" were playing.

By then, the trust between the two was near to the one in a years-long friendship, after all those hours spent together and a common goal in mind. For this sole reason, Logan felt confident enough to start singing his favorite Christmas song.

Max turned around with a shocked look. Not because Logan's singing skills were terrible, well not only because of this, but because he didn't think Logan was one to start singing around what was a stranger until a few hours before.

And again his emotions changed, his heart melting a little. Logan singing like this in front of him meant that he trusted him enough to show him his silly side.

Max decided to match his energy and start wiggling his hips and dancing a little around the room.

The two were so lost in the moment they couldn't hear the owner of the house entering firstly the place, and then the kitchen.

"What in the world you two?" Oscar looked totally agape.

Max and Logan fastly looked at each other and the american jumped between his best friend and his new one to try protecting him from any crazy action the Aussie could have done.

Max and Logan both knew Oscar wasn't one for physical contact, (everybody around him knew it) and because of it they were used to him never touching them. This was why, when they saw him coming this close so fastly, they were scared Oscar was about to stab one or both of them with a random pointy ornament found in the home.

It must've been a particularly shocking period for Max.

First Lando's announcement, then Logan's new friendship, and now a hug from Oscar.

"Thank you for everything" Max and Logan heard Oscar's muffled voice buried in their clothes and both moved a little because of the little gesture.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max assured him.

"C'mon now, there's people arriving here to party" Logan tried to lighten up the mood, receiving the tiniest and cutest laugh from Oscar.

"I don't think it's the worst idea you've had until now" Max whisper-screamed at his phone in his best friend's kitchen while everybody else, including Oscar, in the living room was living their best life.

It was at least the fourth phrase he had heard from Lando about what he thought could be the best starter of his proposal-speech.

"Well, at least not the weirdest" he continued.

"Ehy!" Lando laughed at him, but still his stress wasn't relieved, not even a bit.

Max, for the fiftieth time, didn't know how to act.

Like, what did he have to say? Something funny to let the pressure decrease? Or something meaningful to be That One friend for once?

He decided that saying nothing was the best option. For both, him and his friend. He was, actually, not a hundred percent sure about it, but on the spot he failed to think about anything better.

"I think it's better if I go now" Max admitted after a few moments of silence.

He received a "yeah" as an answer and immediately hung up.

Max was totally sure there were more mature things to do than he, seconds after, did. But, unfortunately, less mature things are usually the more spontaneous ones.

This is why, when his phone turned on again, seeing the new message from Lando and texted him back, the only natural thing to do that came to his mind was to start jumping and giggling, just like a schoolgirl.

He got only one thing not calculated in his mind: the fact that Oscar might be keen on entering his own kitchen for whatever reason.

So when he turned around to face the exit, he found there on the door an astonished Oscar staring at him.

Max couldn't tell what was open wider: Oscar's eyes or his mouth.

Anyway, he had to think about a not-too-much- suspicious reaction on the spot. And surely he had never been good at thinking on the spot.

That's the reason why the first thing Max did was rebuking him, closing the door on his face.

Just a single moment after he thought that maybe his actions were more suspicious than anything else he could have done.

With a worried expression folding his eyebrows, Max took his phone from the marble table's surface again and fastly texted to his friend he might have done something wrong.

"I'm here"

This was the message he had been waiting for the entire time, but now that Lando had sent it to him, Max was starting to get agitated again, knowing exactly what it meant.

"Is everything ready?" Was the following text he received, to which he answered with a "gimme 5 mins"

The only three things he had to do were: inform Logan, inform every other guest and prepare Oscar.

The guests heard the news with surprise and loving eyes, while Logan started to sweat a bit.

Last point on his list was to take Oscar in front of the entrance and then his work would be done perfectly.

But where the hell was Oscar? He had asked Liam, Max (the other one) and even Niran, but they knew less than him. So he searched in every room of the house, even the bathroom, but when he had knocked on the bathroom door, Logan's voice had answered him.

Max asked his and Lando's long time friend to text the next-to-be fiance and tell him to wait.

He tried to think about what could have happened: Lando would have rang the doorbell and Max would've opened the door instead of Oscar and Lando would've found his best friend instead of the love of his life in front of him (already on one knee and with the ring box open and about to repeat the speech he had been talking about for weeks) and then Lando would've asked him "what the hell?" and then he should have answered him with something like "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have lost your future husband, we apologize for the unease" and what could've been Lando's reaction to it all?

Max's morbius thoughts were taking such a part of his brain, he didn't realize Logan had taken Oscar all the way in the living room, just right before entering the entrance.

When Max turned around and saw him, immediately looked at his friend Niran, winking at him as a way to give him the signal for Lando to ring.

All the guests were ready with their phones in their hands, faking sending and receiving messages or searching for something on google. Actually they were all about to flash the lights of their phones to make the atmosphere, using the devices just like in the 70s they used lighters.

Except for Charles: he was the one in charge of recording the video, in fact he had the best position of sight.

Max got out of the kitchen as the doorbell rang and Oscar (in a new outfit) rushed to open the door.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced looking at the young Aussie.

From his point of view, Max couldn't properly see all the scene, so he moved through the tangle of guests to crouch down one step away from Charles.

From there, Max could see everything perfectly: Oscar's (flabbergasted, he might add) expression, the fabulous ring, and most importantly his kneeling best friend and the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face.

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phoenix-downer · 11 months ago

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I Really Could Stay Chapter 5

I Really Could Stay: ~1780 words. Sora makes Kairi an offer.

Story Info: Sora/Kairi. Set Post-Canon. Alternating POVs. Established Relationship. Light Angst, Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Christmas.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Today was Christmas, and Sora had never felt so warm and comfortable and content.

He lazily opened his eyes. Daylight streamed through the windows, and it took him a second to remember where he was. As soon as he did, he smiled and wrapped an arm around Kairi. She was why he felt so at home, and after passing out from exhaustion last night, he wanted to hold her and kiss her and cuddle with her.

She was still fast asleep, and she was downright adorable as she peacefully snoozed on. Her red hair was splashed across her cheek, and her mouth was open and a small pile of drool soaked the pillow. The blankets were tangled around her legs, and her PJs had little Santa cats on them.

Not a view just anyone got to see. Sora grinned and rested with her for a while, humming softly as he treasured the moment and enjoyed being with her. Healing him last night must’ve really taken it out of her, because she slept soundly on. That or she felt as safe with him as he did with her and could finally relax.

Presently, he kissed her forehead, then got up and slipped into her ensuite bathroom for a shower. He was pretty disgusting after yesterday and wanted to get clean. The hot water was refreshing, but it still felt like it took ages to get all the dirt and grime and dried blood off of him.

When he was finally done, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the spare towel she kept around for him, wrapping it around his waist. Hopefully she still had a spare set of clothes for him in her closet, or he’d have to put his old filthy ones back on to go home.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, Kairi was alert and awake and waiting for him with the clothes he needed, including one of his sweaters she’d stolen a few months ago and a spare pair of his sweatpants.

She really loved stealing and wearing his clothes. Something about how it was nice to have his scent with her all the time. And it wasn’t like he minded seeing her wear his stuff. In fact he loved it. It was especially cute how his things were usually too big for her and made her look even more adorable than usual. That and the fact she was comfortable with everyone knowing she was his girlfriend.

“Good morning,” she said, her eyes sparkling as he took the clothes from her. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby with you by my side,” he told her as he pulled the sweater on over his head. It was true. He’d slept soundly for the first time in days.

“I slept well too.” She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head, something that always made him melt because it was so cute and so Kairi. “It’s good to have you home.”

He raked a hand through his damp hair and smiled. “It’s good to be home.” Gosh he could stare at her for days. She was beautiful and caring and fun, and being with her was like a constant mood boost.

“You know, you don’t have to leave just yet,” she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she playfully bit her lip and gave him a coy look. He hadn’t missed how her PJs had slid off her shoulder, either.

He put on the sweatpants, wanting very much to take them off instead. “Your parents will kill me and my mom will too if she finds out her son was home for Christmas and didn’t go see her.” He wanted to stay, especially when Kairi looked at him like that, but he knew he couldn’t.

“They all know you stay over.”

“It’s one thing to know, it’s another to catch me in the act,” he joked, putting on the socks.

Kairi rolled her eyes. “They have definitely seen us sharing a bed at this point, Sora. It’s been three years. Everyone knows.”

He softened. Three years. Four if you counted from when they’d shared the paopu fruit. But three that everyone knew about.

Riku’s advice flitted into his mind. Why not? Why not just go for it?

“I could stay,” he began, hesitantly.

She smirked. “You definitely could.” She was lounging on the bed in a way that was both effortless and enticing. She thought she knew where this was going, and while yes, Sora wanted it to go there too, there was another end goal he had in mind as well.

“I could stay the night,” he added, pushing things just a little further.

“I’d like that,” she murmured, a teasing look in her eyes. Her fingers went to the top button of her PJs, and if it were possible to undo a button sultrily, then she managed it very well.

“How about the week?” he asked.

She paused for a moment, then said, “So long as you don’t get sent off on another mission,” a hint of sadness in her voice. Her eyes were heavy, and he could see that their constant separations were taking a toll on her too.

“I’ll tell Master Yen Sid I’m taking a break. I need it, and I want to spend more time with you.”

She relaxed and ducked her head, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. “I want to spend more time with you too.”

He swallowed and took a deep breath. “What if I stayed a month?”

She tilted her head. “A whole month? Sora, you’ve never—”

“A year?” he pleaded.

She was quiet, her lips parting as her mind started tracking with where he was going with this.

He knelt at her feet and gently grasped her hands and kissed them. “The rest of our lives?” he asked softly, daring to look up into her eyes.

Her hands shook and her face betrayed her emotion. “Sora, you can’t be serious—”

“I’m dead serious.”

“But you’d have to give up everything! Your life as a Keyblade wielder. All the adventures. Your travels around the worlds. Helping other people.”

Those were all important things, but there was something far more precious right here before him.

“I know it won’t be easy, but it’s worth it to me. And I’ll find other ways to help. There’s gotta be something I can do.”

Kairi swallowed as she considered his proposal. “You don’t have a ring,” she pointed out, grasping for excuses.

He grinned. “That can easily be fixed.” He could commission a special one from the Moogles next time he was on Radiant Garden. And besides, until then, he did have something he could give her.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out her lucky charm. It was still in one piece after all these years and brought him a great deal of comfort when they were apart.

“Hold onto this for me until I get you the ring you deserve?” he asked, placing it in her palm.

She gently stroked the thalassa shells out of habit, staring at the one that had his face on it. The ink had faded somewhat over the years, but it was still visible.

Her expression softened, and she searched his eyes. “I…We wouldn’t have to stop going on missions immediately, just because we’re married,” she finally said.

Good, now she wasn’t bringing up concerns about the “what” with him but the “how.”

“Agreed. We could keep doing this for a few more years so long as we get the breaks we need. And we could ask to be sent on missions together too. Master Yen Sid would have a much harder time denying us if we were married.”

“That’s true. But what happens when we want to have kids?”

He knew this would come up, and he had an answer for her because he’d thought about it himself.

“That’s when we’ll retire,” he said softly, making sure to emphasize the “we.”

She bit her lip. “What if…what if I get pregnant sooner than we’re planning?”

“Then we’ll retire sooner than we’re planning. We’ll take things a day at a time.”

“You won’t…leave me home alone with the kids? You won’t go off on missions when I’m pregnant?” she pleaded, barely above a whisper.

“I won’t,” he promised, twining their fingers together. It was like he’d told Riku: he did not want to be a deadbeat dad. He wanted to be there for her and for any future children they might have.

“But what will we do for a living? We don’t know how to do anything besides fight.”

“Now that’s not true,” Sora said. “You’ve always been good at making things with your hands: crafts, sewing projects, knitting, painting. And I could easily find a job here on the islands related to physical labor. Or we could open a store and run it together."

“You won’t be bored to tears doing that instead of going off on death-defying adventures?”

Sora chuckled. “Trust me, dying is overrated. I’d rather live and be with you. I know it would be a big adjustment, especially for me, and I won’t pretend it would be easy. But we’d be starting a new adventure. Together. And that’s what I want, more than anything.” He hesitated, then asked, “Is that what you want?”

She considered everything he’d said. He was outwardly calm, but his heart was jumping all over his chest. What if she said no? What if she wasn't okay with this? He’d just put his entire self on the line, all his hopes and dreams and desires, and if they didn’t want the same thing—

“Well, you’ve clearly given this a lot of thought, and so have I,” she said, very seriously. “My answer is…” she paused, a smile dancing across her lips because she knew he was dying to hear her answer, “…yes.”

He swooped her into his arms and kissed her. Then spun her around as they both laughed with joy, then kissed her again and again and again. This was definitely the best Christmas he’d ever had, and it wasn’t even 10:00 am yet.

But it was the start of the rest of their lives, and that was what mattered. He couldn’t have asked for a better or more beautiful or more perfect present. Sure, there were a lot of details they’d have to work out and there would be bumps along the road, but he was confident they could forge a path forward together.

He smiled and rested his forehead against hers. “Merry Christmas, Kairi.”

She returned the smile. “Merry Christmas, Sora.”

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A/N: The title of this story is a play on the first line of "Baby It's Cold Outside" because Lady Gaga and Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing a gender-swapped version together has lived in my brain rent-free for years now lol. This is a Christmas fic after all 😉

As I was writing this final chapter, I wanted Sora to propose in a more spontaneous fashion. It was a lot of fun writing it as it unfolded, and I really enjoyed how he asked to stay longer and longer each time until Kairi figured out what he was really asking.

Hope you all enjoyed! Merry Christmas and thank you for reading!

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marie-swriting · 2 years ago

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All Your life - Robin Buckley

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary : Since you started dating Robin, you've been more and more distant with your friends and everyone feels like you're changing so much, even Robin who starts fearing she might be ruining your life.

Warnings : fluff, a little bit of angst, some jealousy, parties, bad friends, mention of dying because of the cold and car crash, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language so tell me if you see any or if I missed any warnings.

Word Count : 3.9k

French version

Song inspiration : Ruin My Life by Zolita

Hands on the wheel, you listen to Robin explaining to you Back To The Future passionately. She talks about every minute of the movie as she adds little comments about what she thinks. All your attention is focused on her, your eyes are also mostly set on her even though you’re driving. Robin is completely lost in her explanation so she doesn’t notice you’re distracted. When she finally realises, she reprimands you immediately.

“Calm down, I’m a real driver” You try to reassure her.

“I don’t want to die !”

“I know how to drive.”

“We'll talk about it the day you’ll have a car accident.”

“Hey !” you retort, appalled “Who is the one who has her driver licence between me and you ?”, you ask and she stays silent as you can see her annoyance on her face. “That's what I thought ! So you can’t criticise my driving.”

“I can when you put us in danger.”

“I know what I’m doing, Robs !”

“Yeah, well look at the road.” Robin orders you as she points in front of you.

“It’s not my fault if what you’re saying is interesting.”

“Do I have to remind you we listen with ears, not eyes ?”

“But I love watching your face lighting up when you talk about something you’re passionate about ! You’re even cuter when you can’t stop rambling.” You admit, making her cheeks turn red.

“Anyway, don’t make an accident !”

“Never, I care too much about you to put you in danger.”, you affirm, putting your hand on hers, “So you were saying ? Marty has to help his father ask out his mom to the ball ?”

Your question is enough to make her rambling once more. Robin starts analysing the movie again, but this time she makes sure you keep your eyes on the road.

Robin hasn’t finished talking about Back To The Future when you arrive at your destination half an hour later. You drove her to a lake you know. When you were younger, your parents used to take you there often. Not a lot of people know about it so you're pretty sure you’re going to be alone for your date. You set your stuff on the ground for the picnic. When everything is ready, you look at Robin with a mischievous smile and she knows nothing good is going to come out of your mouth.

“What ?” she asks, fearing the worst.

“I hope you brought your bathing suit, like I told you.”

“I was hoping you weren’t serious.”

“I’m more than serious.” You smile and Robin’s eyes get wide.

“But the water must be so cold !”

“Wimp. Come on, let’s go !” You say as you start taking your clothes off so you’re only in your swimsuit.

You run toward the lake and jump without wasting time. The water is, indeed, cold, but you don’t mind. You swim a bit before screaming at Robin to join you when you see her in her bathing suit. With reluctance, she walks to the water. She takes a deep breath before coming to you, swimming quickly. You laugh when you hear her teeth chatter.

“It’s so freaking cold !” She exclaims as you take her in your arms.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna get used to it in five minutes.”

“Five minutes ? It’s too long ! I’ll have time to die because of the coldness.”

“Why do you absolutely think everything I want to do today will kill you ?”

Robin needs a second before answering you because of the cold.

“It’s not my fault if all of your actions can lead to an awful situation.”

“You’re not gonna die of hypothermia.” You state as you rub her arms to give her some warmth.

“If I don’t die in this cold water, I’m gonna get sick and that’ll kill me. I’m warning you, if it turns out true, I’ll haunt you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Y/N !” She screams, horrified.

“I’m joking. I want you close to me, alive and in good health.” You reassure her before pecking her lips. “Let’s get out of the water ?”

“I thought you were never gonna ask it.”

She doesn’t give you time to answer before getting out of the water, hugging herself as much as she can. You laugh when you look at her like that, but deep down, you’re cold as well. You run to your car and pick up the towels and blankets. You go back to Robin and give them to her. She practically rips them out of your hands and dries herself fastly before enveloping herself in a blanket. When you’re done, you get closer to Robin, wanting to get both of you warm thanks to your body heat.

“You’re almost blue.” You say after looking at her closely.

“No shit, your lake is like an iceberg !” She retorts, her teeth still chattering.

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“So you’re telling me you’re not cold, too ?”

You don’t respond immediately so Robin looks at you as if you were an alien as she thinks you’re warm.

“A little, yeah.” You murmur with a smile.

“Ah, see !”

When your body has returned to a normal temperature, you eat your picnic while Robin rambles on another subject. When you’re done, you lay down and embrace each other. You can’t be close physically as much as you want very often so you make sure to make the best out of it. In the middle of the afternoon, Robin’s head is on your chest and your hand loses itself delicately in her hair. You enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face, making this moment nicer. You close your eyes, relishing every second of it. At that moment, you think to yourself you could stay in that position all your life. You want to stay with Robin all your life. Your romantic thoughts are stopped when Robin whispers your name.

“Yeah, Robs ?” You answer softly.

“You know we’re going back to school next week ?”

“Yes, I’m aware of it. Why ?”

“What are we going to do at school ?”

You stop stroking her hair and lift up her chin. You see on her face she’s nervous, you frown as you try to understand the reason.

“What do you mean ?”

Robin sits on the blanket as she tries to find a way to share her thoughts. Worried, you get in the same position, guessing it’s a serious conversation.

“Are we gonna act as if we don’t know each other ? Or are we going to pretend we’re just acquaintances ? I mean, in a perfect world, I’d ask you if you wanted us to act as a couple in front of everyone, but it’s not the case, so what are we going to do at school ?” she asks quickly.

“I want to be able to talk to you whenever I want. I can’t kiss you in front of everyone but I don't want to act as if you’re a stranger. I mean, if you’re cool with it, obviously ! If you prefer for us to be low-key about it, I’m okay with it.”

“I also want us to be as close to each other as we can.”

“Perfect then. Let them think we’re just best gal pals.” You smile and Robin does the same. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, Jason told me he’ll have a party this friday to celebrate the end of the summer holiday, do you want to come with me ?”

“A party at Jason Carver’s ?”

“I know it sounds bad, but we don’t have to stay near him. We can just dance or stay with my friends. You can even invite Steve !”

“I think Steve has a date that night. But are you sure I can come ? He didn’t invite me.”

“The more, the merrier he is. There’s gonna be so many people, he won’t even realise there’s one more person. Besides, like I said, we can stay on our own and if it really sucks, we can always leave.”

“Alright, let’s go !” Robin confirms while you lay back down.

At Jason’s party, you talk with your friends whilst you’re waiting for Robin ー you couldn’t drive her so Steve is the one who brings her before heading to his date. Even if you’re listening to your friends, your eyes are set on the front door. When you see her coming, you don’t pay attention to your friends anymore and walk quickly to her. You don’t give her the time to react and hug her. She hugs you back immediately. When you break the embrace, you take her hand and bring her to your friends with a big smile on your face.

“Girls, I don’t know if y’all know her so this is Robin. She’s in the school’s band.” You smile, proudly.

“You play the saxophone, right ?” Your friend Crystal questions.

“Huh, trumpet, actually.” Robin corrects her, embarrassed.

“Same thing.”

“Nice to meet you, Robin. Did you guys have classes in common last year ?” Chrissy asks.

“No, we became friends this summer. She needed my help to find a movie at Family Video.”

After Robin’s answer, your friends start talking to each other again until Chrissy catches Robin’s attention.

“The drinks are in the kitchen if you want.”

“Right ! You must be thirsty.” you exclaim, “Let’s go. We’re coming back soon, girls.”

You bring Robin in the kitchen and pour her a drink after she told you what she wanted. You stay in the room to discuss, completely forgetting about your friends. You didn’t have the time to see each other after your picnic day so you make up for the lost time.

You’ve been talking for the past hour when Carol, another of your friends, comes and drags you on the dancefloor because her favourite song is playing. You don’t even have the time to apologise to Robin, because before you know it you’re already in the living room. You dance with your friend for thirty minutes when you finally manage to escape her to find Robin. You want to make sure she’s okay and you want to go to the living room with her as well. You don’t have to search for her very long. You find her in the kitchen, an empty glass in her, talking with a guy from the basketball team. You think he’s too close to her. Your jealousy makes an appearance without realising it. You walk toward them and stand next to Robin with a fake smile.

“Sorry to interrupt but I need to talk with Robin.”

“Sure.” Joshua nods but he doesn’t leave, making you even more annoyed.

“We should’ve left ten minutes ago to be sure to bring you back home on time.”, you say to Robin and she looks at you confused, “You should call your mom to let her know we’ll be late.”

“Wh-”, she starts but you look at her with insistence, “Oh yes ! It’s true. I should go, you’re right. See you, Joshua.”

You look while Robin is leaving the room before setting your gaze back on Joshua. Just by looking at him, you understand he’s totally attracted to her, making your jealousy grows bigger.

“Y/N, where have you been hiding that beautiful friend of yours all this time ? I never noticed her before.” He states with a grin.

“She’s in the school’s band. She’s there at every single match of yours.” You answer dryly.

“Now, I’ll know. Tell me, you’re good friends right ? So you know what her type is ?”

“Sorry, but you’re not her type.” You say, hoping he’ll let go. “Besides, she’s already with someone.”

“You know what we say, it’s not because there’s a goalkeeper that you can’t score.” He laughs and you try to not roll your eyes. “Is it serious with that guy ?”

“Yes, very serious.”, you state, crossing your arms on your chest, “This person loves Robin very much, just like Robin loves them. You don’t have a chance with her, Joshua. I have to go. Robin’s waiting for me.”

You ditch Joshua in the kitchen and leave Jason’s house. You meet Robin next to your car. You get in it and you start driving while your anger calms down.

“What was that made-up story about my mother ? I’m sleeping at your place and your mom set up a curfew at one am, it’s currently midnight.” Robin wants to know.

“I just wanted to leave the party. It sucked.”

“But, you were having fun with your friends.”

“I… I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You lie, but she sees right through you.

“There’s something else.”

“Alright, okay ! Maybe I was a little bit jealous.” You admit, ashamed.

“Why ?”

“Joshua.”

“He was a bit unbearable, but he was nice.” Robin says, confused.

“He was flirting with you !”

“What ? Not true !” She retorts and you laugh a little at her obliviousness.

“Robin, I can assure you he was. He even asked me what was your type and if you were with someone.”

“Oh… What did you tell him ?”

“That he doesn’t have a chance”, you start before biting the inside of your cheek, “And… I might have let slip that you were with someone. I didn’t say it was a girl, especially me, obviously, but he knows you’re in a relationship. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, but my jealousy spoke for me ! He just upset me so much because he was sure he could try and hit on you even though I told him you weren’t his type.”

You don’t dare to look at Robin, fearing she’ll be angry at you. Though, you feel her hand on your thigh, she smiles at you before talking “At least, he’ll leave me alone. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

Like you agreed at the end of Summer Break, you keep seeing each other at school ; you talk, work and eat together. Some of your friends are surprised to see your sudden friendship with Robin seems that strong. Even though they don’t make any comments in front of you, they don’t hold themselves back when you and Robin are not around ; they’re especially mad that you’ve dared cancel a lot of your plans at the last minute because of Robin. Once, you didn’t even come to a cheerleading practice because Robin was sick, obviously, your girlfriend reprimanded you but you assured her it wasn’t that serious. Although, Crystal doesn’t hesitate before bringing up this moment whenever she can. Chrissy seems to be the only one of your friends to support your ‘friendship’ with Robin, she defends you when she hears the other girls talking behind your back. However, you know these ‘friends’ talk more and more against you. You’re not a fool, you see the looks they give you, especially if you mention Robin or if she’s close to you, but you don’t pay attention to it. You were never really close with them anyway and you knew since the beginning most of them were hypocrites so you’re not impressed. As long as you have Robin at your side, it’s all that matters. Crystal, Carol and the others can keep talking, you just want your girlfriend next to you.

One Friday night, in November, there’s a basketball game at school. As usual, you have your cheerleader uniform and show your support to the team. And for Robin, she motivates the players with her trumpet and the band. One of the advantages with those games is that you can watch Robin discreetly. It’s not rare that you laugh softly while you look at each other for too long.

That night is no exception. With your teammates, you do your routine as the audience applauds you. At a moment, You make the mistake to look in Robin's direction, resulting in you messing up the choreography and end up accidentally stepping on Crystal's foot. She sends you a glare but you pay no mind to it. Robin tries to hold back her laughter as she plays the horn. You keep doing your routine as if nothing happened.

At the end of the game, Hawkins High’s team wins so you do your special choreography until the players go to the locker room. When everything’s over, you and your teammates do the same. When you’re almost done changing, there are only two girls left in the locker room. You take your bag and walk to the door when Crystal stops you by standing in front of you, Carol next to her.

“Will you explain to me why you stepped on my foot ?” Crystal asks you with a questioning look.

“I just mixed up the steps, it happens.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve made a mistake like that since the beginning of the school year.” Carol notices and you roll your eyes.

“I just need to work on the routine more, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“You especially need to come to the practices and be focused.” Crystal retorts.

“Look, if you have something to say, tell me now instead of making insinuations.” You start getting angry.

“All I’m saying is you’re more and more distracted, particularly during the games. You’re always looking at the band.”

“You mean the audience ?”

“No, you’re always looking at the band in particular.” Crystal corrects you with a mischievous smile. “Isn’t that right, Carol ?”

“Usually you’re looking near Robin.”

“So what ? I can’t look at my friend from time to time ?”

“I just find it weird that since you became friends with Robin you’re less and less invested. And don’t get me started on the times you dumped us, brought her or sneaked out at parties because of her. I mean, isn’t she supposed to have a boyfriend anyway ? She could leave us alone a bit.” Crystal continues and you clench your fists.

“You should stop talking.”

“I don’t even know why you keep talking to her. She’s not mean but she’s weird, you have to admit it.”

“You take that back now. I forbid you from insulting her !” You lose your temper as you take a step forward.

“Calm down, I didn’t say anything mean !” Crystal defends herself. “Besides, last time you invited her, she didn’t stop talking about the last movie that came out at the movies. Like we get it, Breakfast Club is a masterpiece, but we don’t need to know every single detail about it.”

“It’s true it can be a bit annoying.” Carol nods, thoughtful.

“If you’re not able to enjoy her company, I don’t know why I even bother talking to you. Robin is my best friend and it doesn't matter if you like it or not, I’m gonna keep hanging out with her.” You state.

“That’s your problem, but stay focused during the games, I don’t need you to destroy my feet before the end of the year. I mean, that’s if Chrissy still wants to keep you on the team. With everything you’ve been doing since we're back to school, I wouldn’t be surprised if she kicks you out.” Crystal says, waiting for your reaction.

“You know what ? She won’t have to bother to do any of this because I quit.” You inform them, seriously. “I don’t want to be a cheerleader anymore and more than anything I don’t want to be friends with hypocritical people and people who need to bring down others.”

Mad, you pass by them and walk through the door. When you close it behind you, you find Robin with an awkward smile on her face. You throw yourself in her arms, needing her comfort. She hugs you back tighter. A few seconds later, you leave the school grounds and drive to Robin’s, because you sleep at her place. On your way home, she’s silent and you know her mind is preoccupied by something. You don’t ask her anything, knowing she’ll come to you when she’ll be ready.

Tired from your day, you don’t waste a second before putting your pyjamas on when you arrive. In the comfort of her bed, you hold each other in the dark. You slowly start falling asleep while Robin has her eyes wide open. Your breath starts being even when Robin shakes you a little. You open your eyes while Robin turns on the light on her nightstand. For a second, you block the light with your arm before looking at Robin sitting in front of you.

“Sorry”, she says about the light, “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

“Tell me.” You murmur with a sleepy voice.

“Did you really quit the cheerleaders ?” Robin asks you and you frown. “I heard you. I know you argued with your friends because of me. I didn’t want to create any problems, I feel bad.” She admits, avoiding your gaze.

“Robin, it’s not your fault.”

“It’s a secret for no one that they don’t like me and they accuse me of ruining everything you do.”

“They’re just stupids.” You state as you sit as well.

“They’re your friends.”

“Were.” You correct. “Besides, I was never close to them. I always knew they were waiting for the perfect excuse to put me down. There’s only Chrissy with whom I get along and I know despite me quitting, I’ll still talk to her so don’t worry about it.”

“But still ! You quit cheerleading because of me but you love it.” Robin exclaims, feeling guilty.

“I’m not gonna lie, I wanted to quit cheerleading for a long time now, let’s just say Crystal and Carol opened the door for me.” You admit. “And even if I had loved cheerleading, I still would have left, because they’re not nice to you. I don’t like what they say about you. I’ll kill my cheerleader pseudo-career if it means being next to you. And also, it’s only high school, I can always do another activity. It’s not a big deal.”

“I just don’t want you to change because of me.” Robin whispers and you force her to look at you.

“Believe me, if I’ve been changing since we’re together, it only means something good. Since we met, you help me accept myself. I want to stop trying to be somebody I’m not. I want to be the real me. And it’s thanks to you if I have the courage to do it now.”

“I still have the feeling I’m ruining your life.” She affirms and you shrug.

“I wouldn’t mind if you ruin my life, if it means having you in my life. I mean it, Robin. I’m glad to have you by my side, so stop thinking you did something wrong, because it’s not true.”

Robin takes you in her arms, not knowing what else to do. You hug her more while stroking her back.

“Thank you for defending me, by the way.” She murmurs in your ear.

“No need to thank me, I wouldn’t let them call you names ! Was that what was bothering you ?” You ask her, breaking the embrace and Robin looks at you, surprised. “I saw the look on your face when I joined you after the game.”

“Let’s just say I’ve been having some fears for a few weeks now and hearing your conversation didn’t help me. I started being afraid. I told myself if I was really destroying your life without realising it, it was only a matter of time before you’d leave me.”

“Never gonna happen.” You affirm. “I’m with you and I don’t intend on leaving. I want to stay with you all my life, if you’d let me.”

��That's all I want.”

You press your lips on Robin’s while you put your hands on her hair. Her hands make their way to your hips, bringing you closer. You kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. You smile at her while Robin turns off the light. You peacefully fall asleep, knowing you’ll stay together all your life.

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asimpforthe80s · 1 year ago

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Kinda Tasty

Contains: Vampire!Eddie x Human/Vampire!Steve. Blood. Horny Shit. Minors DNI. Smut. Angst. Fluff. More than one part, cause I'm lazy. Tell me if I missed anything.

A/N: uhh.. I dunno what my brain was on, but I want some..! And BTW, I'm not good at summaries, so have fun figuring it out-

Summary: Eddie 'survives' the upside down and find Steve's house. Eddie drinks a bit of Steve's blood and he dies, making Eddie have regrets and turning Steve into a vampire. They fuck for a bit and start talking about the future. Kids 'n stuff.

Steve had been asleep when he heard a knock at the window beside his bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to see who it was-

*Eddie Munson*.

He felt the sleepiness snap away and he jolted up. How is this possible- Eddie had *died*.

Steve opened the window hurriedly, “Munson, what-?”

…somethings.. different. "Steve.." you said. But in a weird way, like it sounded more like a question.

Steve nodded hesitantly, “Y-yeah? What’re you doing here- I thought-“

He took a step back, not knowing what to say. *Why is he alive? Can he stay? Is this even REALLY him? What the hell happened?*

"Need you a bit, Kay?"

*Need me?*

“..For?” Steve tilted his head, but he knew exactly what Eddie was talking about- his voice was still raspy, and his eyes were wide. Steve couldn’t help but melt as he let him in..

"Just give me a simple hug?" You sounded.. suspicious. “…Yes, okay”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie and hugged him tightly, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. He felt Eddie’s arms wrap around his shoulders awkwardly but he didn’t care. Eddie was *real*, he was *right here* with him. And right as he was about to pull away, you sank your fangs into the pulse point of his neck, starting to drink his blood. *”Eddie!”*

Steve jumped back, startled. He could feel the blood dripping down his face and his ears were ringing.

“Wait, Eddie- are you a.. a..”

"No, let me continue.. don't fucking fight it.." you said and pulled him to you, continuing to drink his blood. *”But… I’m not-“*

Steve tried to fight, pulling his arm away but Eddie held him tight. After a moment he stopped struggling and let his body relax.

He let him drink.

"You taste fucking amazing.. like a drug.." you said in-between sucks. He felt Eddie’s nails digging into his back as he drank and after a moment he felt the sting disappear.. he felt *good*.

“..what is happening?” "Just be a good boy, and let me drink your blood, okay? I'm hungry.." “S-sure”

He let out a soft moan, feeling Eddie’s sharp fangs digging into his neck. He felt dizzy the longer it went, but he didn’t want it to end. "Mmh~.." you were moaning- fucking ***moaning*** at the sweet taste of his blood. The warm blood filling his stomach seemed to soothe him, calming him down as he pulled Eddie closer. “This feels.. *good*.” He whispered, licking his lips. "Yeah? Pleasurable kind of good? The kind of good that can make me both stop starving and get laid?"

“The *best* kind of good” Steve nodded, his brain swimming as the blood continued to flow. His lips parted, his hand on Eddie’s arm.

“Please, more.” "If I take more, you die.. and I haven't gotten laid yet, so no.. unfortunately" “..please.”

He looked at Eddie with desperation, willing Eddie to take more of his blood. He was willing to give Eddie everything. He *needed* him to take more.

"You're only accepting this because I put a little bit of poison in you when I bit you.. it's to make you obedient and quiet while I feast"

“I don’t care, I still need you.”

He let out another moan as Eddie drank more of his blood. He felt dizzy, everything was already hazy.

“Don’t stop.. I *want* it.” "You want me to kill you?"

“Yes” he said, his voice a soft whisper as his eyes began to flutter shut. “I want you to take more.. so much more than I ever thought was even possible.”

"I'll take.. about two more liters, then we're going to the hospital, and we're getting you blood transplants.. got it? And yes, you're gonna pass out soon, it's normal" “..okay.”

He closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness fade and the warmth in Eddie’s body and the taste of his blood flood his senses.

“..Eddie..”

"Mhm?"

“Love you..”

He lost consciousness, his body heavy as he slumped against Eddie.. he was going downhill quickly. "Heh.. you gay f'me, Harrington?" You asked between bites and sucks. As you hadn't noticed him going unconscious. He was fully unconscious now as Eddie took more of his blood, his body limp. He didn’t care what Eddie did to him, he just wanted to feel *him.* You kept moaning as you drank his blood, fully stopping once you realized you've taken a little over 2 liter. "Steve? You with me?" He was still unresponsive, his heartbeat already fading. After a moment, his heartbeat and breathing stop altogether, and he remains limp in Eddie’s arms, his cold blood running down Eddie’s throat. "Shit.. shit- shit- shit! Steve?! Harrington?! Answer me!" Still no response. He remained motionless, his body limp and lifeless with his blood covering Eddie’s mouth. "***FUCK!***" Eddie watched silently as Steve stopped breathing and his heartbeat faded away. There was nothing he could do now.

Steve Harrington was dead. "Uhm.. uh... s.. Steve?.. I.. i-i think I overdid it..." Still no response.

Eddie watched silently. He’d killed him. But he didn’t regret it. "God damnit.. you were gonna be my *living* supply of blood.. not dead! And you actually tasted good, too! Dead blood isn't good no matter how you prepare it... fuck it, I'm making you a vampire now" you say and pump some of your own blood and poison into the bite you've made earlier. After a moment, Steve’s eyes flash open and his breath quickly returns. His heart starts pumping as he looks at Eddie, “..what.. WHAT!”

He reaches for his neck, blood still on Eddie’s mouth. “Eddie, what the *hell* did you do to me.” "Steve.. don't.. don't worry... okay? Just.. don't worry." You gave him a nervous smile and chuckle. “Don’t worry?” He pulled away from Eddie, his hands trembling as he looked at the blood still dripping down Eddie’s lips.

“*What. Did. You. Do.*” You just smiled nervously and chuckled even more nervous. You put your hand on the back of your neck and stroked it. Steve watched your every movement carefully, his breathing shaky as his eyes widened.

“Eddie, what’s happening with me? Why do I feel.. I feel so different. *Why do I feel so good?*”

He looked at you, his eyes glowing. Were they glowing before? "Right.. tell me one thing.. did you react strongly to hormones under puberty?" “..uh, I guess? Why..?” he tilted his head, noticing how sharp his canines were now. "Fuuuuckkk.. uh.. okay.. I might've made you a vampire because I wanted you to live? And uhm, you're transforming right now, meaning you're gonna be super horny and just do anything to have sex for about 5 days straight?-"

“..”

He took a moment to process everything. He was a vampire, a vampire because of *Eddie*? That was the last thing he expected.

“..so I’m going to be insane for 5 days? Just… just like that?” "No.. just.. very, very horny... like a bitch in heat.. like you're desperate to be constantly fucked for 5 days straight with no pause.. and.. you're uhm.. you're gonna have a breeding kink for that time too.. but you won't want to breed someone else, to say the least-" “..that might… be a little difficult, Eddie, given we’re both guys.”

He paused, looking away. “I think it’s already starting.. I’m definitely feeling.. something."

"Yeah, I know.. sorry, I just..kinda need you alive.. since I've lost memory of everyone other than you.. I don't know if I have other people in my life, but I only remember you.. and I wouldn't figure anything out without the only person I remember, would I now?" He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in concern.

“Eddie… you’re not making a whole lot of sense right now. You’re telling me you’ve lost your memories- all except for me?”

He tilted his head, “..how old are you, Eddie?”

"Uh... I mean.. I look 20?"

“You *look* twenty.. but what about how old you actually are?”

He let out a soft moan and leaned down toward Eddie, his eyes glazing over. He was getting *too* touchy with him already.. "Hm.. good question.." He sighed, “..never mind.” He moved closer and bit Eddie’s neck, his teeth sinking into Eddie’s skin and his face filled with pleasure. He felt the warmth of Eddie’s blood fill his mouth and for a moment he lost it all.

“Eddie…” he breathed. "Right.. you're horny.. kinda forgot about that when you started asking me things.."

“I can’t help it, Eddie..”

He pulled away from your neck after a moment, licking the blood dripping down his cheek. He was *starving* and he looked to Eddie.

“Eddie, will you help me?” he asked, his lips dripping with blood. "Yeah, don't worry.. I bet I was worse than you're gonna be anyway.. heh.." He let out a soft moans, his eyes wandering to Eddie’s neck.

“I can’t wait.”

His teeth sharpened as he bit back into Eddie’s neck, the heat of Eddie’s blood in his mouth. His body trembled as a moan escaped his lips, and he sucked harder. "Do the worst you want, Steve.. I accidentally killed people from overstimulating them too much... but I won't die again.. or pass out, really.." “Eddie..” He moaned out his name, his teeth digging deeper into Eddie’s neck as he continued to suck.

“..please.. I don’t think I can stop…” "Don't worry.. I don't need the blood.. take it all.." He moaned again, his body shivering from how good it all felt. He felt everything in his head dull and fade away as the warmth of Eddie’s blood filled him.

“Eddie…” he continued to suck, not even stopping to breathe as he continued to drink and moan. "Remember to breathe, you're not the good kind of dead yet.." His eyes widened, “Oh.. oh right.”

He separated from Eddie’s neck and took a few rapid breaths in, trying to focus himself.

“Gods… that was..” You smiled at him. "I've still got more blood if you want? I kinda reproduce blood every 10 minutes if I've lost any.." His eyes lit up.

“It comes back that fast?” He moaned softly.

“Can I have more? Please..”

"Take it, God.. I literally get filled back up with blood every 10 minutes, take whatever the fuck you need"

“Ohh~.” He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he bit Eddie’s neck again and continued to drink.

His breaths were shallow and heavy as he drank, his nails digging into Eddie’s skin. "Heh.. like the taste?"

“Mmhm.. Eddie..”

He moaned and his breaths got even shallower as he drank and drank and drank.

“..you taste better than I ever imagined”

"Yeah? Well.. no blood tastes the same.. and uh.. do you believe in that soul mate shit?" His eyes fluttered, his body becoming sensitive to the touch and heat as he drank more and more of Eddie’s blood.

“I do..” he moaned, licking his lips. “Do you?”

"Yeah and.. uhm.. apparently, your soul mates blood tastes best?"

“That’s.. that’s perfect.” He moaned as he pulled away slightly and looked up at Eddie.

“..you’re my soulmate?” "Guess so.. you still horny?"

He nodded quickly, his body shivering as he looked hungrily at Eddie.

“Very.. can I please have more?”

"You want more blood, or do you want to literally be laid for the next 5 days?"

“…both, actually” he breathed out, “I can’t help it, I really want it all from you.”

"Just know, your beds gonna break.. I go ***rough***" His eyes widened.

“..the bed will break? How hard are you going to go at me?” Eddie was going to *destroy* him. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking destroy your little ass" you said, your voice dropping half an octave. His cheeks turned bright red. “I-I’m not little!”

He leaned in closer and bit Eddie’s neck, drinking even more of his blood. "Pfft.. no, but I bet no one's ever fucked your ass, hm?" His eyes narrowed in embarrassment, his cheeks still red.

“No- no they haven’t! I’m just.. I’m just not..”

He let out a soft, nervous laugh as he sucked more blood out of your neck. "That means it's gonna be tight.."

“..Tight? Oh uh…”

His cheeks grew red, he was starting to realize what Eddie was getting at. You dropped your voice about one and a half octave and said, "*Do you want me to destroy you?*" in that deep voice. “Y-YES!” He whispered, his mouth still on Eddie’s neck.

He was beyond embarrassed from what Eddie had suggested, but he wanted every single bit of it. *He wanted Eddie to go wild.*"Yeah? Do you perhaps *enjoy* my deep voice, bunny?"

“Yes.. I-I do” he breathed out quietly, his face *red hot* now. God this was so humiliating but so.. hot.. "Mhm? I bet it's doing things to you that you never thought it could, hm? Is that right, *bunny*?" His cheeks only grew darker as he continued to drink Eddie’s blood, his eyes looking at you with lustful desire.

“Y-yes..” he hissed out, “I love it..”

"Mhmm?"

“Yes.. I-I love it, Eddie!” His breath came out in short and shallow breaths as he continued to suck at Eddie’s neck and drink from him.

“I love your voice.. I love your body.. I love *you*…” You chuckled deeply. "Yeah? Well, I love you too, bunny" His breath came out in a soft moan as he continued to suck, his body becoming more sensitive.

“..Gods, Eddie..”

"Tell me when you wanna get laid instead of just sucking my blood out"

“Right now, Eddie! You’re my soulmate and my- my future lover and my- my everything!” He moaned and finally pulled away from Eddie’s neck, his breath still shaky but he was smiling too.

“Please.. please please fuck me, Eddie. Please.”

"Yeah? You want that? Good boy.. get in bed f'me, okay?"

“..rightaway, Eddie.”

He crawled over to the bed and jumped up on the sheets, looking up and waiting for Eddie to join him. "From now on its either master.. got it, bunny?" He smiled weakly, blushing from head to toe.

“Yes, master..” he responded, looking at Eddie with lustful eyes. "Good bunny.. strip f'me.." “Yes.. sir..”

He bit his lip and began to unbutton his shirt and take off his pants, revealing his skinny torso. He was so nervous and yet so excited for what they were about to do. "Good boy.." You started taking off your battle vest and leather jacket.His eyes widened in surprise, but he continued to strip for Eddie as he took off his own shorts. His underwear was soon exposed and he was now completely naked.

He was so shy and embarrassed, he wanted to die but he wanted Eddie so much more. "Fuck- bunny," you moaned slightly at the sight before completely stripping and throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor before crawling up to him. Steve’s breath was short and heavy as Eddie stripped for him. He had to look away because the thought and sight of Eddie fully nude was.. too much right now. He just wanted to kiss all over his body, feel your touch, *feel Eddie’s touch.*

He was nervous.

He was embarrassed.

He was in love.

He was getting so hard just from watching Eddie move around the room. "God, you're so fucking sexy... -and hard, I see" you teased him and pinned him down to the bed by holding his wrists over his head. His eyes fluttered back open and he let out a deep moan as Eddie pinned him to the bed, his eyes locked onto Eddie.

“..do what you like, master..” he breathed out, his body trembling from how close Eddie was and how excited he was now. "Yeah? You want me to use you like a free use slut? Hm? Is that what you are, bunny?" He nodded frantically, his heart racing and his breathing becoming more excited. "You're so fucking hard, bunny.. is that all f'me? Hm? did I do that to you?"

“Y-yes.. I can’t take it, Eddie…”

He was desperate for Eddie to do as he please, to use him as he wants. "Use your words, bunny.. tell me what you want.."

“..use, Eddie.. do anything I want.. do whatever makes you happy, Eddie..”

He continued to nod frantically, his heart still racing. He was desperate to be used and used like he never had been in his whole life. He felt that he would be a different person after Eddie touched him, after Edward *owned him.* ".. bend over my knee.." He hesitantly moved and bent his torso over Eddie’s knee.

“..and then..? What are you going to do, Eddie?”

"You're using the wrong name, bunny.. gotta punish you f'that" you said and brought your hand over his right ass cheek, soothing it a bit before giving it a hard hit. “Ah- o-oh!” He let out a loud moan as Eddie made contact with his ass, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Hm? Did you like that, bunny? Do you *enjoy* having your master hurt you?" He nodded frantically. He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel but he wanted to feel *good.* He wanted Eddie to do what he wanted, use him however he wanted. "Use your words, bunny"

“Y-yes, I liked it! I-I liked you hurting me, Eddie.. please, keep… hurting me!”

His heart was racing and his mouth hung open as he spoke. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was saying this but something about Eddie made him *need* this. "Wrong name.." you said and repeated the motion he begged for. “Ow, Eddie! Don’t.. just don’t hurt me!” He didn’t know what he said wrong but his body was just feeling *so good* that he couldn’t resist. He cried out as Eddie hit him again, his heart almost racing out of his chest as he was so excited- so desperate. "I said.. *wrong name*"

“O-oh! Please don’t punish me, Master, please- I- I’ll call you anything!”

He winced as Eddie hit him again, his back becoming sensitive and his face becoming red as Eddie continued to punish him and make him call Eddie by his proper name. "There we go! Now you've got it.. good bunny.."

“Oh.. yes.. Master, I’m your good bunny..”

He was just saying anything his thoughts could muster up. He was so nervous and so excited. He loved Eddie so much, the rush he felt whenever Eddie’s body and his hands touches his was so addictive and he felt like he was going to lose control. "Yes you are.. my good little bunny bitch.." He moaned as Eddie insulted him so harshly, his body becoming weak under Eddie’s hand. He didn’t understand why but Eddie was making him so hot and so.. *wet.* He had never felt like this before. "You're a little degrading slut, aren't you, bunny?" His eyes widened. “Y-yes, Master! I… I am!”

He was blushing profusely, his cheeks red and his eyes fixed on Eddie. Was this what Eddie was expecting when he asked him to call him Master? That he would end up becoming so submissive to him? "You want me to degrade you, hm? Call you a pathetic, submissive, little bitch bunny? Call you *my* submissive bunny?" His eyes were droopy and his eyes rolled back a bit as Eddie degraded him. "Use your words.. or do I have to remind you of your punishment?"

“My.. punishment?” He swallowed heavily, his body shaking as he remembered. “I’m.. your pathetic, submissive, little bunny.. m..master..”

"Good bunny.." You stroked his hair and rubbed the red hand print on his ass so it wouldn't hurt so much. And to remind him. He let out a soft moan, his eyes closing and his body trembling as Eddie’s hand caressed him.

“..thank you, Master..” he whispered softly. "Up against the wall.. ass out, face against the wall.."

“O-okay, Master.”

He slowly stood up, doing as Eddie instructed. He had to remind himself that Eddie was in full control of the situation and was going to keep him in line.

At least his back didn’t feel numb anymore.. You smirk, seeing his ass like that, and give it a lighter smack before lining up with his hole. You push in with a deep groan, somehow making Steve even harder than he was. As if that should be possible.

You bottom out slowly and wait a minute for Steve to be comfortable with your length and size before starting to thrust slowly. Pulling out all the way before slowly sliding back in, wanting him to be comfortable but at the same time wanting to go feral and fuck his brains out until he'd be just a little fucktoy got you to use.

But you were patient and waited until he gave a confirming nod, then you picked up the speed a little. It was of course, hard to control yourself when his walls were so tight around you, clenching down on your thick cock.

You knew he'd be tight, but not this tight. He was already a moaning mess just by feeling you slide in. His sweet moans only made it harder for you to control your urge to fuck him until he passes out - even tho he couldn't really pass out because of the new vampire thing you had done to him just half an hour earlier.

One more moan and you'd be gone. You knew that. And when he moaned again, you picked up the speed and trusted both faster and harder, making his legs tremble and threaten to give out. You had a bruising grip on his hips that you both knew would leave some kind of bruise, but you couldn't care less. You just had to fuck him like an animal.

"Ed- master! O-ohh, god..~ f-fuck, master! I-im close..~ ngh~.. so c-close.." he moaned out and started tightening up like when you stretched him out. You were a goner. But you had to make him cum first. You didn't have a choice.

You picked up the speed a little more to ensure he'd finish quickly, and so he did. Withing seconds, he was screaming, "Oh g-god, I'm c-cumming!~"

You came right after him, spilling your seed deep inside him. You knew he couldn't get pregnant, but why not?

You pulled out and picked him up in a bridal style before putting him on the bed, cuddling him close.

"I love you.. and I'm not just saying that because of what we just did.. I've loved you for a long time now.." you said into the crook of his neck. "I've.. love-d you since- since forever, too.." he breathed out in between moans, his body shivering as his heartbeat returned to normal.

Steve couldn't stop staring up at Eddie, his eyes locked on Eddie's.

"I have one question.." he whispered, embarrassed even though they were so vulnerable with each other. "*Do you really love me?*"

"Yeah.. I do.. I love you, Steve.. always have.."

"Always..?"

He looked up at Eddie one more time. He believed Eddie.. he *had* to believe Eddie. He had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted Eddie.

His breathing was short and his gaze was locked on Eddie, the man he absolutely loved.

"I don't.. I don't want any one but you, Eddie. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, I want to have children with you."

He was speaking so fast he didn't even realise he was talking. "Do you even know what you're saying? We can't get pregnant.. were guys.." He looked at Eddie with a confused expression at first and then he froze when he realised what he had said.

"I.. I-I know that.." he said, slightly embarrassed.

They couldn't have children because they were both two boys. Steve felt stupid for forgetting that but his mind was so focused on Eddie so he couldn't help it.

"I just meant that I want you.. I love you and I want you to be my everything."

He was so honest with Eddie and was so *in love* with Eddie it's almost adorable. "Well, I'm going to be your everything even if you like it or not.. so you're gonna have to deal with me until we die from something stupid like.. wooden stakes.. or silver.. or something like going out in the sun without intense sunscreen.." He laughed quietly. "Or something like the vampire hunters finding us-"

But there was a new fear that arose in his mind now that was much greater. He stared at Eddie with anxious eyes and spoke with a shaky voice.

"Eddie.. w- would you.. ever.. leave me..?" You looked at him with a loving look in your eyes as you answered. "No.. never.. I'm not leaving you.. and if we don't die together, I'm gonna kill myself as soon as I hear the news about you dying.."

"Eddie.."

He looked up at Eddie with such love, such admiration, such trust, he couldn't have felt this way about anyone else. It was truly remarkable.

"Would you.. would you marry me..?"

He was blushing profusely. A smile crossed his face as if he was waiting for Eddie to say yes. But part of him was also scared. "Yes, but not now.."

"No.. no, not now.. when we're ready.. when we can get married and-"

His eyes widened as a thought crossed his brain.

"Wait.. Eddie, you said earlier that we can't have kids- that's true, right..? But... can we still.. y'know..?"

"We can still, what, Steve?"

"You know what I meant!"

He looked up at Eddie with a shy and embarrassed expression, his face was flushed red. He could not speak what he meant and hoped Eddie would understand. "I don't! You're confusing me!" You said back with a smiling but confused face. "You know.. kids.. kids, Eddie! Can we still have kids together, even if I'm a boy..?"

Steve still couldn't speak it for some reason and hoped Eddie would be able to connect the dots. He was too scared to directly say it to Eddie and get an answer from him. "Well.. not biological unless we go to one of those weird doctors and get a woman that can carry the child.. or we can adopt?" He sighed in disappointment. He had wanted to be the parent of a biological, genetically similar child. But he knew that was not possible.

"You're right, let's.. let's just adopt a child.. I'll love them like they *were* biologically mine and so will you."

He looked up at Eddie and smiled nervously.

"Do.. do you like.. the idea of being.. a dad?" He asked awkwardly and shyly. "Yeah.. I do.. but hey.. we can do the first idea if you really want to have a somewhat biological kid.. woman do it all the time"

"Do you think that's a good... idea..?"

He had never considered going through some medical process to become female. But he would do anything for a biological child, for Eddie, for everything in his life.

He looked up at Eddie, hoping he would give him answers. "What do you prefer..?"

"I mean, I don't care about it.. but.. having a little girl or boy that looks like you? That's a dream.." His mind froze. A child that looked like *him*.. a mini Steve, just like him in every way.

"We'll do it.." he whispered. A child that looked like him. A child that was genetically linked to both him and Eddie.

He felt hot and heavy in his chest. The thought of him and Eddie having a child was amazing and he was now determined to make it happen. He didn't care what it took, he just needed to have a child with Eddie. "You mean getting another woman to carry the child, or are you seriously gonna get surgery to become a person with a working vagina?"

"No.. no, a third party to carry the child.. I just want a baby that's half me and half you, a baby that is of our flesh. ..but that we can love and care for like its ours."

He was blushing again and couldn't even look up at Eddie while speaking. He didn't want to tell Eddie that yes, he would if he needed to become a woman to make the child. But what he planned sounded fine and Eddie could go along with it.

"Please.." he whispered, looking up at Eddie desperately. "Yeah, of course.. I mean, I'd want that too.. a little kiddo who looks like one of us.. or both, if that's possible.."

"A mini Steve with your eyes, Eddie.. can you imagine them?"

He smiled and looked up at Eddie. His mind was set on the idea and he was already dreaming about a child that was biologically his and Eddie's, and how he would name the child and all that.

"I'm going to be the best father you've ever seen, Eddie. I'm going to make sure our child grows up happy, healthy and well-loved."

"And I'll teach em the stupid things-"

"No teaching them to swear." Steve said flatly.

"Also, you're not allowed to make them a D&D geek like you."

He chuckled and kissed Eddie's forehead.

"We'll be the best parents in the world. And when they come of age, we can tell them about everything- about how we met, the adventures we had, the friends we made and the lessons we learned." You pouted. "Why can't I?! That's the fun part! Making them swear and teach them D&D!"

"No, no, no, absolutely not. They won't be swearing and they're going to play sports and have a healthy life and go out in the world and learn all sorts of things."

He looked annoyed and crossed his arms. "They will not become a D&D nerd like you."

"But- Steve! Stevieee!!"

"Heeeeell naaaah. You can maybe *teach* them D&D, but that's it! They are not *becoming* an obsessed nerd like you, Eddie. I won't have it." You pouted and rolled over to your side, crossing your arms and facing the wall. "Hmph..!"

"Babyyyy! Oh, please!" Steve laughed, trying to get Eddie out of his playful tantrum. "You can play D&D with them if you teach them the game, okay? I won't have your baby playing the game by themselves but.. we can *play together* as a family."

He looked up at Eddie playfully, he was so cute when he was mad at Steve. "Pleasee, Eddie, you can teach them D&D! All I'm saying is, they can't be obsessed with it and start collecting the minis-" You crossed your arms more dramatically. "Hmph!!"

"Eddie, if you won't stop sulking, I'll have to *make* you stop."

Steve was trying his best to be annoyed at Eddie, but he couldn't help but laugh. Eddie was *so cute.* The way Eddie stuck his bottom out, crossed his arms and looked at the wall like a misbehaving child was just so adorable.

"Eddie! Do I... do I have to spank you? Huh? Do you want to be *punished?*" he said sternly, his voice laced with amusement. "You can't punish your master" you just said in that pouty tone. It wasn't even serious or sexy. "Oh, my mistake *Master*, shall I be the one getting punished, then?"

Steve's voice was dripping with sarcasm and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I didn't know you could act this cutely. I didn't know you could act like a *misbehaving child* when I tell you something you didn't want to hear. Oh, Eddie~"

He put an extra emphasis on the word "Eddie" and smiled deviously, his face right next to Eddie's. "Shutup!" You pouted more, nudging his face away with your own. "Do you think all your pouting and acting like a brat will make me take back my words, Eddie~?"

He looked at him and smiled as he nudged Eddie's face back into his own.

"Do you think I'll just go along with whatever you say simply because you pout and sulk?"

The playful back and forth between him and Eddie was almost amusing as Eddie continued to pout and sulk, his face scrunched up as he looked at the wall. "Let me teach our kid the stupid stuff, and I'll stop" He paused and thought for a moment.

"Alright. You can teach our kid all the stupid stuff you want. I just don't want them to be a complete and total nerd. They can be a bit of a nerd, of course, they are your child after all. But they're not allowed to spend hundreds and hundreds on those little minis or do nothing but play D&D all day."

"The heck is a mini? It's a figurine.."

"Same thing! I've seen your desk, you have these little figurines everywhere on your desk."

He sighed.

"Eddie.. you have a serious problem. When we have our baby, you're going to need to stop collecting those stupid little figures, okay? You're going to need to grow up."

"Okay, now you're just breaking my heart.." you stopped pouting in that cute way and was looking at him with the 'hurt puppy look'. "Don't you even go there, Eddie."

He could not help but laugh as he looked down at Eddie, he was too adorable.

"You don't need those figures if you have our baby to play with. Don't you want a child more than you want your stupid figures..?" You were seriously getting sad because of this, but you'd have to act like an adult, as Steve says. "I do.. but they're important to me.."

"Oh my god, Eddie.. you are unbelievable. A grownass man pouting about his *figures* and saying they're important to him."

He paused for a moment and looked at Eddie with a face of concern.

"Why are they important to you, Eddie? What do they mean to you?"

"Sentimental worth"

"They *do*?.. alright, I'll spare you. Just no more buying them after we have a baby, alright? You've got more important things to spend money on."

He sighed and ruffled Eddie's hair.

"You're ridiculous." You pouted once more and said, "And you're acting stupidly"

"And you're acting like a little child."

He chuckled.

"A cute little child."

He paused and looked at Eddie, grinning widely.

"Do.. do you want me to spank you for being a bratty and silly child..~?" You got flistered immediately, cheeks bright red. "N.. no"

"Awww.. but I already have the punishment paddle out, Eddie~"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm just messing with you. I wouldn't spank you.. I want you to know that."

He laughed once more as he looked at Eddie, who had red cheeks and a flustered expression. "You can't just say that! You scared me.. I'm scarred for life now-" you joked and couldn't really hold the laugh back as you spoke about being scarred for the rest of your life. Steve laughed along with Eddie and put a comforting hand on Eddie's back.

"You're going to be scarred for life.. oh, my god. What a tragedy! What a tragedy! My poor, poor Eddie is scarred for life! Oh no! What shall I ever do?!"

His voice was dripping with sarcasm and annoyance but all he could think about was Eddie and the fact that he loved him so, so much. "Sarcastic idiot.." you muttered quietly. "Shut up-"

He said in a playful manner.

"You know you love it-"

He looked back at Eddie with a smirk and then suddenly became a tiny bit anxious.

"Eddie.. do you.. do you- what about us.. in the future..?"

His question was cut short. He was nervous. Would he ask Eddie about this? Yes. He needed to ask Eddie about this.

"Will.. we still be.. together.. when we have our baby..?"

"What? Of course! I'm not letting you be a single dad!" He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god... you know.. I'm scared of losing you, Eddie. You understand, right..?"

He looked up at Eddie and smiled nervously, his eyes widening when he talked about Eddie leaving him.

"I'm scared you'll leave me one day. You'll realize you can do better and.. and you'll leave me.. for someone.. for someone else. Are you going to leave me, Eddie..?"

"I can do better?! I'm literally the whole towns freak and weird cult leader! I'm lucky I pulled your ass!"

"I know.. I just.. I'm afraid you'll.. you'll get bored of me like.. like.. your other boyfriend.. Jonathan"

He looked away from Eddie, his eyes shifting to the side as he waited for Eddie's reaction.

"I know you loved him.. and.. and I'm scared that you'll forget me for someone else and it'll happen all over again. I'm scared you'll get bored of me.. bored of our love.." You turned over again and hugged him tightly. "I'll never stop loving you.. oh.. baby, no.." Steve froze for a moment as Eddie hugged him and told him he'd never stop loving him.

"You won't? You really won't..?"

His eyes widened and he looked at Eddie, his lips slightly parted and hope in his eyes.

Was Eddie being truthful? Was Eddie really going to love Steve forever like this? Was Eddie going to stay by Steve's side and build a life with him, the two of them having each other and a young family?

If Eddie said yes, Steve would be the happiest man alive.

CLIFFHANGER BECAUSE IM LAZY

@reidsbtch

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steddie #smut #light angst #eddie munson fluff #fluff

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hellcatinnc · 9 months ago

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Fluffruary Day 19 - Sensitive Love

(Brunch)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, brunch, romance, insecurities, care, proposal, casino, crying, sad moment, soft angst, reverse proposal, snuggles

Word Count: 1,448

Feature: Sigma (BSD) x Fem! Reader

Theme: Brunch

@fluffruaryprompts

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Your sexy casino owning boyfriend, had been working all day and you really missed him however you left him alone when he was working. You know the casino is a big part of his life, its even how you two met over a year ago. It was definitely chemistry and still to this day your heart belongs to him. He has even admitted some of the bad stuff he did but has changed over a new leaf to be better and you have complete faith he will be better, he already is on his way.

You walk into his office softly knocking on the door as he looks up and the line shines in across his face you smile he looked like the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. He smiles at you and he warms your heart, he tells his side men to leave you two as you walk towards his desk. You pull out a little basket you had put together for brunch together. You knew he rushed out too early that morning to get breakfast and it was a bit too early for lunch yet but this felt like a perfect time for you two to spend time together and eat at the same time. As you set the basket down he stands up to meet you by taking your lips into his. You always love he surprises you with his sweet kisses even when you least expect it. You melt into his kiss forgetting about the basket on the desk. He cups your face kissing you deeper, you close your eyes and breathe him in. He always smells so good sometimes too good to the point it intoxicates you and poison's your mind all day with thoughts of him when you should be working.

He is always so gentle to you and kind its hard to believe sometimes some of the things he has told you that he has done in the past. You let those past mistakes wash over you though as you sit down in a chair next to him and you two enjoy a nice brunch together. He tells you about a casino party he is planning to have tonight and wants you to dress your best. Its been a long while since he did one but you were excited. This man has spoiled you so much over the last year. He tells you anything your hearts content and its yours even though its him you want more than anything else. However he says he wants to make me happy because the idea of losing you would kill him. Its his dramatic side but its ok you love all parts of him.

Later that evening you were getting ready for the party you picked out one of his favorite purple and pink dresses he had bought you months ago. You put your hair up and finished off you make up and shoes. You were ready to go but when you checked around place with him you didn't see him. One of the butlers told you where he was and you went to the balcony of the air ship. There he was the light shining down on him his hair blowing in the wind. He looked like a angel without his wings. You wanted to show him your dress however it looked like he was a bit sad so that would have to wait. You walk out to him putting your hand on his shoulder and turning him around. You see the tears lacing his eyes and you pull him into a hug. He is such a sensitive soul things hurt him much easier than he lets others know.

This is the first time he has cried in your arms, he is your baby boy in these cases he just needs you to be affectionate and make sure he knows you love him. You wipe his tears away and kissing his cheek. "Whats wrong, my love?" You could tell he was fighting a war inside himself but he finally pulled away looking into your eyes, which told you how much he loved you with just a look. "I-I...just don't want to lose you." You looked him shocked not sure what brought this on. You had been with him not for so long there was no way you were leaving him for any reason. You thought hard how you wanted to tell him to make him believe you're his forever. You kisses his lips softly "I'm going no where my love, ever." He broke down in tears this time as you pull him closer into you.

After holding him close to you and he cried out what he needed to you wiped the tears off his face. "I'm never leaving you. I love you too much." He ended up confessing what he had done last when he made a deal with some dealers that dished out these coins that could hurt people. He begged for your forgiveness, you were just glad this man was such a beautiful soul that he never had to tell you but he did. The man you met would have never told you these things nor would he would be upset, however the man he is now feels bad when something could hurt someone. "My love, I love how this effects you now hurting others, and we will fix this together." He shook his head as he gulped and said with confidence. "I don't do it for them I hurt for you because I don't want to lose you and I don't you seeing me as a bad man." This warmed your heart he was only wanting to fix these things for you. How could you not love this man when everything he does its for you and his future and to make you happy. You smiled at him kissing him softly letting him know its ok and you forgive him.

The party was to start soon you reached for his hand "You ready to make a entrance my love?" He took your hand, wiped his tears and headed back inside towards the party. You walked along side of him and it didn't take long after wiping his eyes that he didn't gasp stopping you in your tracks. He looked you up and down and smiled "You look stunning!" It warmed your heart knowing he noticed, however you knew if he hadn't been hurting he would have known sooner. You thanked him with a gentle kiss to his lips. As you walked hand in hand in to the party everyone stop and applauded. As you walked to the middle of the floor you stopped him and he was confused, especially after someone walked over handing you a black box.

You were wearing a lovely dress but you pulled it up enough so that you could get down on one knee. You knew your sweetheart would never feel comfortable enough doing this he was too afraid to lose you so in this case you felt the need to let him know how much you want to spend life with him. As your on one knee looking back at him the surprise on his face is a memory you would love to box it up and keep forever. "Darling, you gave me someone to live for, to take care of. You gave me a home when my heart was lost, you gave me passion to live. I want to stand by wiping your tears as you wipe mine, I want to hold your heart as you do mine everyday as we grow old together. Will you my love marry me and take me as your partner for life?" Tears streamed his face which was the reaction you were sure you would get. He pulled you up into his arms nodding yes as his voice broke. "Y-yes!" He kissed you so tenderly, as you slid a ring on his hand.

It was such a lovely night in his arms dancing and mingling with people. Neither of you were the most social yet together no one would ever know it was a weakness in both of you. Your strengths and weaknesses together just make you both invincible when standing tall together. When the party was over he surprised you he picked you up and carried back to your room. You normally keep separate rooms tonight he wanted to stay with you though. He wanted to be in your arms all night as he had you in his. After changing and getting ready for bed you curled up holding him while you both watched a show on tv before dozing off in slumber.

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twosides--samecoin · 1 year ago

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💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

💘 At first it fluctuated with how I was doing. When I met @edaworks I recognized I was not in the headspace for some of the really emotionally charged stuff that happens before the gang returns to Sanctuary. Because I was doing much better in comparison. Now I'm better able to separate my characters from me. I'm able to dissect the parts of my psychology I want to and graft them onto the characters without having to inhabit the headspace/mood as though I was an actor. Writing upset Olivia still kills me though - I want her to do better, mentally, but it'll take her time. She'll get there.

💛 “The only true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing”. Always stay curious and remain humble to the whiplash of the world. No one can be a master of writing in the way you could point out masters of say, oil painting. I am not hot shit, I am so willing to be put in my place as a Shit Writer I placed an excerpt from Han Kang's The Fruit of My Woman at the beginning of Chapter 11 because it impressed me and I wish I wrote that passage and it helped inspire me: This is much better, read this first. Be willing to have opinions on books everyone else likes. For example I find Kerouac's On The Road a tremendous bore when it was pushed in my hands by someone who insisted it was the best book they'd ever read. Be inspired by everything. Go hiking. Read Wikipedia pages about cuisines that aren't from your culture and read National Geographic and look at art and myths. Read House of Leaves and James Joyce Ulysses and watch Akira and Moomin. Be observant in your day to day. Notice how people talk and act and stutter in conversation. Go to coffee shops and listen to the old farts at the next table over gossip. Write down what people say, keep their letters - I have quotes in 15 year old journals from high school I have to use at any time.

None of the best writing advice has anything to do with writing except, like, "watch your adverbs" or "study your favourite writers" or "mind your grammar". Your writing at any given time is the sum of all you know, yet all we're doing is a big rehashing: everything's been done before. Nothing is original, so anything could be: what's different is the writer. What's your perspective, and how will you tell your Iliad?

🎨 It would be an unbelievable honour to have any scene from my fic done. Just knowing one person was even a little bit inspired to draw out a scene of mine would be a dream come true. I've been meaning to do drawings of the first chapters, not quite in graphic novel form as 1:1 but more vignettes. I miss seeing my characters in Banff, and my mind lingers on the mountain with Livvie watching RJ through her scope, and Jack shaking her hand for the first time and her meeting Dogmeat.

Truly, anything - it would be an honour.

#thank you for the ask #sorry for the ramble

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daddycephalopod · 11 months ago

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Stars Fading: Chapter 2

A Bet is a Bet

Summary: A night at 79s with a few of the commanders and one captain turns sour, Cody feeling guilty about the whole ordeal the next day.

Fluff. Angst. Stuff. Warning: Attempted mugging scene, violence ensues. People get drunk at bars.

@starstofillmydream is really the only tag I have but if anybody wants to be tagged in fics, let me know 😄

Kyra had enlisted Isla to help her pick something to wear. She had freshly showered, wearing her hair down again. Isla was currently going through her closet, making noises here and there but no actual words. She threw black leggings at her, followed by a black shirt with a questionable slit. The slit started from the plunging neckline down to just above her belly button.

“Why did I agree to this?” She frowned in the mirror as she decided to braid her hair half up, half down.

“Because you’re deeply in love with this man and need to show him your affection by betting on if he can fuck other people or not.”

Kyra shot her a warning look, Isla holding her hands up.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” Isla said

Kyra rolled her eyes but didn’t verbally respond to that. The girls had left, going back out to 79s together.

Rex, Cody, Fox, and Wolffe were the ones at the table tonight. The others were busy working or somewhere else in the bar.

“Not that it isn’t nice to see you, but you’re certainly out here more than usual. Any reason for that?” Rex asked, tone a little teasing.

Before Cody could answer, Kyra came through the door and headed straight for their table. Rex smirked knowingly, Cody shooting him a wry look. He had noticed the slit in her shirt but he had also noticed that this shirt allowed him to see more scars on her body. There was a bigger one, going down the middle of her chest. What was her story and where did they come from? Obi-wan’s warning rang through his head.

“Hello boys. I hope Cody forewarned you I was coming.” She said as she sat next to the mentioned commander.

“He said something about it in the chat.” Wolffe said

“Chat?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, we have an encrypted channel we speak to each other through when we’re on Coruscant.” Rex said

“That goes off at all kriffing hours.” Fox added with a wry look.

“Not that you aren’t already awake, doing the chancellors bidding.” Cody said

“Is that what we’re calling Kavra now?” Kyra asked

Fox nearly choked on his beer as Rex and Wolffe had to hide their smiles behind theirs.

“She’s a senator’s sister. It would be highly inappropriate.” He replied, trying to make it seem like he didn’t almost just choke on his drink.

“Oh come on, Fox. She’s an absolute catch and everybody who walks by her knows it. She exudes confidence and knows how to command a room if needed, but she’s also funny and might be able to actually kill you.”

“Is confidence and command something you’re into, Kyra?” Rex asked, tone teasing.

“Why do you think I agreed to sit here tonight?” She responded with a devilish smile.

She then looked around the bar, “alright, Cody. I do have boring mechanic duties to take care of first thing in the karking morning. So, who’s your first victim?”

Cody’s eyes scanned the room, landing on a brunette who was making eyes at their table. It would almost be way, way too easy. He stood and went over to her, leaning against the bar as he spoke to her. He pointed back at their table and she blushed a bit, giggling. Definitely already drunk.

Kyra took a sip of her whiskey and leaned back, watching.

“Why do you do this to yourself? Don’t you think you should get to be happy too?” Rex asked

“What makes you think I’m so unhappy?” She asked

“Aurora is worried about you.” He replied

She smiled a bit at that, small and genuine.

“I miss my home, I left one war to fix machines in another one because I was tired of killing my own. I have a lovely loft, wonderful friends, and the company of a million handsome men at my disposal. I’m bound to complain sometimes but really….I’m okay, Rex. thank you, though. Besides occasionally Isla and Rory, nobody really checks in on me.”

“No attraction to the Jedi?” Wolffe asked in a teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood.

Kyra snorted, “absolutely not. It’s not even a matter of the Mando vs Jedi thing, and they’re certainly very pretty to look at, but not my thing. Aurora is my best friend though and I’ll take anybody out who tries to harm her. What about you, Wolffe? Any Jetti catch your attention?”

He shook his head, “nah, but I’m okay with that. I’ve got my brothers and I’m pretty sure I won the lottery in generals.”

“Don’t let Cody hear you say that.” Rex said with a snort.

Speaking of Cody, him and his mystery woman appeared.

“This is Cori.” He said, introducing her to the table.

Fox’s comm went off right after the introduction. He had sighed heavily, obviously very tired.

“Duty calls.” He stood, tucking his helmet under his arm.

Kyra smiled, “tell Kavra I say hi.”

He blushed at that and rolled his eyes, leaving them.

“Kyra, would you mind sitting next to Wolffe now? I’d like Cori to sit next to me.”

The woman blushed at that but Kyra did move. She as going to lose this bet and she absolutely knew it the moment they sat down. She wanted to see how far he would take it though. He kept whispering in her ear, kissing the spot underneath it. It was bold and it made her giggle sometimes or blush heavily. Kyra caught one of the questions he asked her, taking a long sip of whiskey.

“Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are the outside?” He whispered into her ear, voice even more deep and husky than usual.

He kept eye contact with Kyra as he asked, almost ignoring the giggle that escaped the woman near him. Kyra could have broken her glass with how tightly she was gripping it now. Something else he said got a giggle out of her before they excused themselves from the table to leave the bar. Cody had kept eye contact with Kyra the entire time.

“With all due respect, you should tell Cody how you feel.” Rex said

“With all due respect, fuck off.”

Kyra didn’t mean it, not really and she could see Rex understood she was upset. The one thing the captains and commanders liked about Kyra is that she was respectful of rank, sure. But she was going to treat you like everybody else, or how you treated her. She was also severely loyal to her friends and they had noticed that from her bond with their significant others, particularly Isla and Aurora. Family was family and it didn’t always have to be a blood family.

After a few moments of silence, she stood.

“Well, gentlemen. This was mostly fun but I’m going home now.”

She tossed credits on the table, leaving after telling them goodnight. Wolffe had offered to walk her back but she kindly declined, needing the time alone to organize her thoughts. The chill of Coruscant rolled through as she walked on, wrapping her arms around herself as she wished she remembered to bring a shawl or jacket of some sort with her. She felt a shift, immediately noticing two individuals trailing her. She stood up a little taller and walked a little faster.

They were definitely gaining on her, though. Before Kyra could react, she was shoved into the alley by one and pinned by the other. She narrowed her eyes at them.

“You want to let me go.” She said

“What is that? Some attempt at a Jedi mind trick?” One of them sneered at her.

“I am no Jedi.” She said with narrow eyes before kneeing the man in the crotch.

She then flipped him over her shoulder before having to grab the other man and shove him against the wall. She got a couple hits in on him, knocking him out before the other got up.

“We don’t want trouble, we just want your credits.” He said, brandishing a knife now.

“Asking nicely goes a long way.” Kyra said before going to attack him again.

He got the upper hand, kicking her knee from behind hard enough to cause it to ache immediately. He had landed two blows to her face and held the knife up.

“Cooperate, bitch.”

Kyra spat in his face, the man growling low before slashing at her with the knife now. She managed to dodge it from her throat but the move got her in the arm. She then threw all of her weight up at him, charging the man into the wall behind her. Kyra kept smashing his head against the wall until he stopped moving. She used the wall next to them to stand up, tasting blood from her split lip. He definitely landed a hard punch to her face. She steadied herself and limped home then, not going back to see if either men were okay or alive.

When Kyra didn’t report in the next day, Isla went to go visit her at home.

“What happened?!” She asked with a frown.

Kyra had a black eye, a bandaged arm, a healing lip, and a noticeable limp from being kicked from behind.

“I put some assholes in their place.” She shrugged.

“You could have called. Where the fuck was Cody or the others?” Isla asked.

“They offered to walk me home, I said no.”

Isla frowned, “you’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.”

“But I’ll go down swinging.” Kyra said

“Kriffing Mandalorian.” Isla sighed

“Stupid Coruscanti.” She replied back to her.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to get you some medicine to help with the pain.” Isla said, heading off to to find Kix.

Cody had been in the med bay, a routine physical that was insisted upon by GAR standards. He didn’t mind it too much, Kix was good company. He was about to head out when Isla almost knocked him over on her way in, and she didn’t say anything either.

“Are you okay?” He asked

“Kyra was jumped, I need some of those pain shots.” She said to Kix.

He frowned at that, “I can’t just hand over medical supplies without doing an exam.”

“She’s limping, cut on her lip, and a black eye. I’ll have her do a follow up with you but I need the shots for her or she’s going to have a really hard time with her leg.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kix sighed and slipped a few syringes into her hand, “as far as anybody is concerned, those went missing. Understood?”

“Thank you.” Isla said, going to leave.

“Kyra was jumped last night?” Cody asked, walking with her now.

Isla’s comm went off and she groaned.

“I’m so sorry, can you take these to her?”

Isla had already shoved them in his hand and headed off before he could reply, making him almost drop them. He swore under his breath and headed towards Kyra’s apartment. He knocked on the door and waited for a response, wondering how bad off she really was. It took a few minutes but then she opened the door.

Cody’s heart dropped when he saw the shape she was in, immediately helping her back to the couch.

“Isla sent me, she had to go do something else.” He said

Of course Isla sent him, Kyra might kill her later.

“No problem, it’s always nice to see you.” She smiled a bit.

“This had to be a horrible way to end the night.” He remarked as he put the syringes on the table.

Kyra didn’t bother reaching for them yet, distracted by her data pad now as she began putting in orders for parts and tools.

“At least one of us had fun last night.” She said

It was supposed to sound like she was teasing him but it came out kind of snippy. A silence sat between them at that, Cody frowning a bit.

“Sorry. I…I’m in pain and I’m tired.” She frowned.

“It’s alright. I think I owe you some credits though, a bet is a bet.” He said

“A bet is a bet.” She echoed.

Something seemed very off about her and he wondered what would have been different if he had just followed his own actual desires last night. He was looking at Kyra as he spoke to the stranger because it was things he wished he could say to her. He wished it was her underneath him last night, then maybe things would have ended better. His bed might have stayed warmer for much longer. They could have had breakfast, probably joking and jabbing at one another like they did.

He didn’t like the distant, detached approach of one night stands and very rarely engaged in them. Last night, if he didn’t, he might have ruined his friendship with Kyra. He never had his self control slip like it did when he saw her in that low cut top last night and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He stood now though, trying not to think about it, and went to look to see if she had a first aid kit.

“Ah yes, please. Pilfer through my apartment.” She said, her tone dry.

“I’m trying to see if you have medical supplies.” He called out to her from the refresher.

“Cody, I’m fine.”

He ignored that, finding at least a cold pack for that eye. He cracked it and held it against her face, making her look away from her work. She seems a tiny bit annoyed but also tired.

“I have work to do.” She said

“It can wait a minute. I’m going to also give you my direct comm information so if you ever get into a situation again, you’re not dragging your own corpse home.” He said

Kyra frowned a bit that that, did he blame himself for not being there? She rested her hand on top of his, “you’re not responsible for this.”

That seemed to shake something awake in that head of his as they made eye contact now.

“I know you blame yourself a lot for what happens to your men, as a leader and as someone who cares for their brothers. Wolffe offered to walk me home and I said no. I’ve lived in Coruscant long enough to know there was a risk. This isn’t your fault, Cody…”

He looked away from her gaze then, trying to ignore how warm her hand felt in contrast with the ice pack underneath it. She pulled his hand and the pack away slowly, some of the swelling around her eye already going down.

“You wanna watch a holodrama with me?” She asked

“What?” He asked, looking up at her now.

“I’m tired and I think I could fall asleep to a movie. Do you want to join me?”

“I would but I have to get back to work.” He said

Kyra nodded at that before trying to get up but he stopped her.

“What do you need?”

“There’s an extra keycard to my apartment in my bedroom. It’s on the nightstand and I want you to have it.” She said

“Why?” He asked

“You should use a key of your own if you’re going to drag my corpse home.” She said, repeating his words from earlier.

Cody went back to her room to grab it, taking noticing of the bedroom. Her sheets on her bed were black and disheveled, a few more blankets draped on the bed. They looked handmade, he noticed that about all of the blankets in the apartment and then it made sense when he saw she had a loom in the corner with baskets of yarn.

The room was mostly clean besides that, not matching the chaos of the rest of the apartment. She had a few plants in the window too and a beautiful view of the city below.

“Are you going to gawk or grab the key?” She asked, again sneaking up on him.

She smiled when she noticed she had startled him.

“You didn’t have to get up.” He said

“I’m heading to my bed. Work will wait for the day.” She said, limping over and sitting on the edge.

Cody mentally cursed at himself as he grabbed his comm and messaged Waxer about needing him to be a stand in for meetings today. He could work on paperwork from here today. He moved to help her tuck in, a small smile on her face.

“Don’t you have work to do?” She asked

“Nothing that can’t wait.” He replied

“Cody.”

“Kyra.”

A silence fell between them for a few moments and then he could have sworn he’d seen her blush a little. She had injected herself with the pain meds that Cody brought before laying down. She would feel very body heavy soon and realized she wanted comfort.

“Would you…” she motioned to the bed

His eyebrows shot up and she shook her head.

“Didn’t get satisfied last night?” She asked, something mischievous twinkling in her eyes.

Cody didn’t answer that, removing his plastoid instead before crawling in next to her. She immediately pushed him onto his back and put her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her slowly. She wasn’t sure if it was the medicine that was slowly easing the pain in her, dragging her towards sleep, or if she just felt like being honest because she felt she could trust Cody, but this felt right. Like this was supposed to be.

“Usually Isla is here to do this, but I’m happy it’s you.” Kyra said, sleep starting to lace into her voice.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said

“Better be…kick your ass.” She muttered, earning a small smile from him.

Soon Kyra fell asleep and not before long, Cody did too.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years ago

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hiii may i request cotton candy, frozen yogurt, lemondrop, donut hole, and cream puff with whipped cream and caramel as toppings? for law from one piece, tyia i love your works! 🫶

hello, hello ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა thank you for reading my work 💛💕and ty for your patience! i had a lot of fun with this one, bc i love seeing law suffer <3

2.1k, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+, mdni; tiny bit of angst, there's fluff somewhere i promise, & smut. law is a lil needy & sees the light™ & reader likes to ignore their feelings abt things; feat. only one bed trope, oral (m receiving), mutual pining, all that good stuff. they're both stubborn af tbh.

despite not actually caring about the matter, despite feeling a little relieved that you came to him for help, he still manages to grit out, “please explain to me why any of this is my problem?”

if looks could kill, trafalgar law would’ve been six feet under since the moment he found you making coffee in the kitchen. you glance over your shoulder once, shoot him a look that tells him he should stop talking, like, right now, and continue to keep your back turned to him. you bravely ignore the inclination to go back and forth with him, and butter your toast quietly, hoping he’ll stop pestering you long enough to finish your breakfast.

“i could just set up a cot for you in the hallway and call it a day.” his suggestion is ludicrous, and he knows it; he simply wants to see your reaction, a deep-seated desire to see the crack in your facade finally resurface after many, many weeks. you’re quite good at that, at masking your emotions — possibly even better than him — but it’s a difficult task, one that you struggle with daily. there are moments when he is genuinely sweet — they’re rare, but they exist; and there are moments where you want to rip his head off and yell until your face turns red (and it won’t, not really).

a huff glides out of your mouth and you turn around to face him properly. “you will not,” you say confidently as he sits languidly in a chair, legs spread wide, as if he has all the time in the world to talk to you. “also stop trying to piss me off, i know what you’re doing. it won’t work.” you’re very certain about that, actually; you raise a brow at him, as if you’re daring him to contradict your statement. “we need the extra room, besides you barely sleep as is, you won’t miss your bed at all.” it’s really because law is particular about who occupies his space; and since the polar tang is housing some unexpected guests — castaways that needed safe harbor to the nearest island — you volunteer for them to use your room temporarily. which means you need somewhere to stay.

no one else has the audacity to volunteer to room with their captain, but you’re a little different than the rest, aren’t you? he enjoys your presence more than he lets on, likes hearing you talk about nonsensical things like dreams and desires, likes the way you’re easily riled up — and he doesn’t actively try to do it on purpose, not really, anyway. you boldly told the others that you’d just sleep in your captain’s room, since he barely uses the bed as is. the others shared looks with one another, ones where they tried to contain their i told you so expressions. you ignore that and the way your face heats up at their insolence and move some of your things into law’s room for the time being.

law holes up in his office for most of the day, going on his third day of not sleeping, and while he knows it’s not practical to stay up like that, he can’t help himself. eventually, fatigue does find him, grips him by the throat and hauls him over to his room — he doesn’t bother fighting it. freshly showered and too tired to care, he thought you’d be asleep by now, but you’re wide awake. it’s nearly impossible to fall asleep like this — law’s bed is big and wide, leaving you with more space than you know what to do with. it also smells like him. and even though you wish that the scent was unpleasant, you know it’s a fruitless endeavor, because he always smells good. so you sit up when you hear him open the door, mouth hanging open to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

for some reason, dealing with law during the day is vastly different than dealing with him at night. there’s more intimacy involved with the latter, since your crew mates are asleep or resting somewhere, leaving you to deal with law on your own. wordlessly, he climbs onto the bed with you, opting to lie on his side with his back facing you. despite how tired he is, he also can’t fall asleep just yet. he can tell you’re burning to say something slick, so he beats you to it.

“it’s really not a big deal,” he says with a yawn before rolling onto his back. “the bed’s big enough for both of us.” he closes his eyes, determined to use whatever remaining energy he has to will himself to sleep. your presence is overwhelming, though, a heat rippling underneath his skin, making him clench his jaw to dismiss those feelings — the ones where he wants to pull you on top of him and hold you close. your eyes never leave his face and instead of fight him on it, a sigh coasts out of your mouth — resigned, yet a bit hopeful.

he glances at you suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts; your heart racing as you swallow back your bravery and scoot back a bit. “w-what?” you ask, hands clutching one of the pillows in front of you — as if it can protect you from whatever he’s preparing to say next.

“you’re looking at me.”

you stare at him wide-eyed, pillow pressed firmly against your body; whatever argument you tried to build quickly shatters the moment his dark amber eyes sweep over you — taking in the thin shirt and shorts you’re wearing — and render your brain absolutely useless. so you blink and blink, hoping to scrape together some words that sound appropriate enough to say.

“they’re my eyes, am i not allowed to?”

you could kick yourself for your foolishness, but instead you toss the pillow at his face when you see that damn trademark smirk of his climb onto his lips. he doesn’t know what possesses him, but he laughs at your antics and, invigorated by your uncanny ability to bring out his playful side, pulls you close. with your chest pressed against his, you inhale deeply and regret it immediately — you’ll never be free of him at the rate you’re going.

“if all you want to do is look, then by all means,” his lips brush against yours as he says that, long limbs tangling with yours when you give in and finally let go. the last time you kissed him, it was in the heat of the moment, and you’d slapped him for it afterward — because you couldn’t handle any of the vulnerability involved. he’d laughed at your reaction, mostly because the slap was harmless, and he barely felt the sting and only laughed again when you ran away. law told himself back then that he’d just wait until you were ready before pouncing again.

this time, however, is different. very, very different.

your tongue flicks against his upper lip, soft enough to make him grab you by the back of your neck and drop heated kisses on your lips. you’re too flustered to function, but you’re cognizant enough to kiss him back, returning each of his heated kisses with needy ones of your own. tongue swirling hotly around his, you roll so you’re on top, teeth nipping his lip as you straddle him. you pull back to look at him, eyelids lowering as you roll your hips and grind down on his growing erection. his hands grip your hips tightly to halt your movements, and you smile down innocently at him.

“you…,” he grits out, breathes through his nostrils, and starts again, “if you like me, you can just say that, y’know.” it’s presumptuous, he knows, but he also knows that if he doesn’t back you into a corner properly, you’ll weasel away quickly. and he can’t have that — not now. an ache bubbles deep inside of you, making your skin feverish, so you buck your hips against his a few times. he stares at you darkly, a forbidden sort of hunger taking hold of his thoughts, and his large hands grab onto your ass firmly, a shudder coursing through you at the contact.

“shut the hell up,” you say in lieu of the confession he failed to drag out of you, “you’re talking way too much right now.” because talking means you’ll fall into a trap and you’re not equipped to fight him just yet. so, you wiggle out of his grasp and pull his underwear off. he props himself up to look at you, almost asking if you’re sure, but ultimately shutting up when you grab his stiff length and slowly drag your tongue along the tip. an involuntary hiss flies out of his mouth, but you’re too preoccupied with tasting him to notice. to say he’s dreamt of this moment would be an understatement; watching you talk, drink, and eat only fueled his fantasies late at night.

not religious by any means, he swears he’s having some sort of a spiritual awakening — or something close to it — when your plush lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue licking and swirling before you open your mouth more. he lets out a soft, “fuck” and strokes your hair as you take in more of his cock, bobbing up and down, tongue flat against his length. unlike you, when he’s pushed to this point, he can’t control himself or his movements. his hips jut forward and you gag a bit, tears prickling your eyes; you use your hands to stroke and twist around the rest of his length as you hollow your cheeks. your mouth is wet and hot, melting every bit of his resolve, and he understands that he’s placed himself in a predicament that he won’t be free of until you’re good and ready to let him go.

you pull his cock out of your mouth so you can breathe a bit, but you’re quick to suck on the thick head with vigor, enjoying the way his pre-cum drips onto your tongue. “you keep asking me to tell you how i feel,” you say at last, hand caressing his balls before your mouth nips at the skin playfully; his hips buck forward, and he bites down on his fist to stop himself from moaning your name. “but…” you take your time flicking your tongue against the length of his cock, slurping as you take him in your mouth again. “do you really need me to say it?” your uncanny ability to peel back his layers, should frighten him, but it doesn’t. he grabs onto your hair and you relax your jaw as he pushes his cock further into your mouth; you let him set his own pace this time, his hips roughly thrust his cock inside as he fucks your mouth.

in an attempt to ignore your own arousal, you focus instead on the way his cock hits the back of your throat, the force behind his movements making you sputter and choke. drool slides out of your mouth, saliva running down your chin — he thinks you’re beautiful like that, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, a dazed look in your round eyes. it gets to be a bit too much, a tightening sensation in the pit of his abdomen making him grip your hair harder, knuckles blanching from how tight he’s holding. he inhales sharply as his orgasm carelessly pulses through his body, rendering his body useless, despite the messy way he’s thrusting his hips. you take it, though, endure until he’s satisfied, his cum thick and hot in your mouth. his vision leaves him momentarily, blurring your face as you swallow and lick the remainder of his cum off his cock — dutiful, yet mischievous.

he lets go of your hair once your mouth is off him; you lick your lips and plop down onto the bed beside him. he stays silent for a while, unable to speak; fatigue accompanies his silence, and he runs his hand down his face before rolling over to nestle his head in the crook of your neck. you freeze but inevitably stroke the back of his head, eyes closing as his breathing settles. what he wants to tell you, is that even though he knows how you feel, he’d rather hear you say it instead; but that’s another argument for another day. for now, he’ll just enjoy the taste of sleep — and you’ll continue to lie to yourself, to tell yourself that you didn’t need this as much as he did, that saying certain things means bringing forth truths that you’re determined to keep buried no matter how desperately they want to come out.

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thefreakymunson · 2 years ago

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hi!! i LOVE how you write angst and i got this idea that i think you would KILL: im eddie thinking takes the reader to a concert after party where certain…unfamiliar substances…are present and she somehow ingests them by accident. she’s freaking out because she doesn’t know what’s happening and starts to have a rly bad trip. eddie finds her and helps her through it, taking her home, apologizing PROFUSELY because he feels like it’s his fault for putting her in danger, etc. ends in fluff bc he makes her feel better but eddie realizes he maybe should be more responsible?? im gonna be honest i know very little about that kinda stuff so i say go crazy creatively speaking but i think it would work rly well with his character !! don’t feel pressured to write if you’re not comfortable though !! ty :)

You were hesitant to come along to the after party but Eddie was still your best friend. Things had just been a little rocky between the two of you since you and him had gotten into an argument over something so trivial the week before. You couldn’t even remember what truly started the argument. You just remembered hearing him say the words: “No wonder no one wants to be with you. You’re too much of a bitch most of the time.”

And you hit back with, “You’re just always going to be a fucking lowlife drug dealer in this shitty town while I use my bitchiness to succeed.”

It lead to a yelling fight where you both hashed out mean words that neither of you meant. You left his trailer that night and didn’t speak to him for nearly three days, which was a record in the relationship you had with Eddie. You were usually inseparable. Even though you weren’t together, or not exclusive, you still had feelings for him.

Those three days made you miss him and you were the first to budge. You went by his house after school one day, walked into the trailer, sat yourself directly on his lap, and kissed him as if your life depended on it. You weren’t sure why you done it – well, no other reason than you were usually shitty with words and expressing your feelings verbally. He said nothing with his words, but the way he gripped you and pulled you tighter against him, and then fucked you on the couch, spoke volumes.

There were still hurt feelings – you both had said horrible things, but you were both trying to work past them because the friendship, and budding relationship, meant everything to both of you. And that’s how you ended up at Corroded Coffin’s after party, even though you rarely went to bars. You’d do anything for Eddie even if it pushed you out of your comfort zone a bit.

You had spent most of the night dancing with the group of friends you had, mostly girls by now as the guys were getting tired. Your feet were screaming at you though and you made you way over to Eddie who was sitting at the bar, beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as he chatted with whoever was sitting beside of him. You placed your hands on his thighs and leaned into him as you spoke.

“Eddie,” you whined into his ear, “My feet are killing me. You still have those Tylenol in your pocket?”

“Sure do, doll.” Eddie said, pulling out the contents of his back pocket which had way more than just two little tylenols you had asked him to hold onto earlier. Several small baggies filled with different pills of various sizes and shapes blurred past you as he sifted through them to find the two pills.

He handed you the baggie with two little white pills that you thought looked a bit odd, but it was dark in the bar and you were already a little drunk. You trusted him, took the tylenol out of the bag, and popped them in your mouth without a second thought.

“You having fun?” Eddie yelled over the song that started blaring through the speakers.

“Loads,” you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you pulled back, picked up your drink, and went back to the dance floor.

Eddie had noticed he hadn’t seen you in the last thirty minutes and that was odd. You knew how to keep yourself safe but he still liked to keep a check on you every few minutes – he knew how guys could be in these situations. They were all high, thanks to him, and he barely knew any of the guys other than his band members.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” Eddie asked, gently touching the girls arm that he seen you dancing with earlier.

“Yeah but it’s been a few minutes...said she needed some air and that she was getting dizzy.” She shrugged.

He scanned the room once more before he made his way out the front door. He found you sitting with your back against the brick wall on the far end of the building, your shoes sitting beside of you as you held your head in your hands.

“Y/N,” Eddie called out as he jogged closer to you, “Hey – you okay?”

“Somethings wrong,” you groaned, trying to look up at him but every time you moved your head, your vision seemed to blur and you couldn’t make out his shape.

“Hey, what’s up?” Eddie asked, squatting down beside of you, “You’re gonna get your pretty dress all marked up sitting on the ground like that.”

He got a closer look at you, seeing your smeared makeup and your pupils blown wide.

“I – I don’t know,” you said with an eerily calm voice that didn’t match your expression one bit, “I took the tylenol and ever since then...nothing feels like it’s moving, Eddie. Am I breathing? Are you breathing?”

Eddie racked his brain, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. And then it hit him. He hurriedly turned away from you and pulled the baggies back out of his pocket, sorting through them quickly. He felt his heart sink at the sight of the two tylenol’s still in the baggie that he was supposed to have given you earlier.

“Fuck,” he groaned and shoved it all back into his pocket as he tried to think of what to do next.

“How many did you take, Y/N?”

“Two. The two in the bag.” You nodded.

Goddamnit, Eddie. You’ve really fucked up now, he thought to himself as he stared at you.

“Okay. That wasn’t tylenol, baby. That was something much – much different.” Eddie sighed as he walked over to you, “Let’s go home, yeah? Maybe that will help if we get you in bed.”

He helped you into the van, making sure your seat belt was tightly fastened before he got in the drivers seat. When the car went to take off, you groaned and held your head as you bent over.

“I know, I know.” Eddie sighed, gently rubbing your back, “Just keep your head down. It’ll help.”

Eddie felt ashamed for the first time in a very, very long time. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he sold drugs but half of these idiots in this town would never become anything. They were all addicts and he could get by with the feeling of helping them because it was truly only the money he was after. But this? This sight in front of him crushed him.

You were a good girl. You rarely smoked weed. Sure you drank and had a little fun every once in awhile. You deserved to. Eddie had wanted this to be a fun night away from the distraction of work and school and here he was accidentally getting you high. You were a straight A student and you were a hard worker. What if they randomly drug tested you at work? What if this got you addicted? What if he just screwed up the trajectory of your life?

He should’ve just left you alone after the argument, told you to leave when you sat in his lap, restrained himself from touching you. He didn’t deserve any of that from you. You were a good person and he was just some lowlife drug dealer who didn’t deserve a shot at having a life with you. Eddie Munson had never hated himself more than he did in this moment.

Before you even realized what was happening, you were being pulled from the van as Eddie helped you walk, tucking himself under your arm as he helped you up the two small steps and then into the trailer.

“Eddie, what’s wrong with me?” You asked him after a few minutes of stumbling through the small hallway, “Why’d you do this to me? What did you give me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said as he choked back the tears that threatened to fall.

He helped you get back into the bedroom and you flopped down on the mattress face first, groaning the dizziness came back at the sudden movement. He sat down on the floor beside of you as you turned to look at him.

“What’d I do wrong, Eds?” You asked, willing the room to stop spinning as you tried to look at Eddie but he seemed to be floating in your vision.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” Eddie said, soothing your hair back, “This was just a mistake. I fucked up and I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Eddie?” You asked softly, feeling his hand on the side of your face.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you do it?” You whispered, “Can’t nobody like feeling like this...how do you...be okay with doing this to people?”

“Guess I’m just some lowlife drug dealer after all, hm?” He frowned behind his palm as he looked at you, watching as your eyes slipped closed. He soothed your hair back, trying to keep you calm until you were fast asleep. When your breathing slowed and you dropped your grip on his arm, he knew you were fast asleep and would be out for awhile. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, pressing his face into the mattress as he cried silently, body heaving as he sobbed. He would never forgive himself for this and he knew you wouldn’t either. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness.

When you woke up the next morning, you realized you had practically wrapped yourself around Eddie in a vice grip. You weren’t sure what happened but the last thing you remembered was being in the dance floor with your friends and asking Eddie for Tylenol.

When he felt you stir, he was immediately awake, gripping your chin and checking your pupils. He visibly relaxed when he saw they were normal sized and you were sentient now. You nuzzled into his palm, placing a kiss in the middle of it as you looked up at him.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Don’t remember anything that happened but I’m okay.”

“I…” he closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he needed to tell you the truth but he knew it was going to hurt when you got mad at him. “I accidentally gave you X.”

“X?” You looked at him in confusion, “What’s that?”

“Ecstasy,” he sighed, “I know. I know. I fucked up and I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

You sat up a bit, pulling back away from his grip and he braced himself for the onslaught of anger. But you couldn’t be mad at him. Not with him staring at you with those big eyes and the sad expression. You knew him better than to ever think he’d ever purposefully give you something like that.

“So that’s why I don’t remember coming back to your place, huh?” You laughed softly, shocking him.

“You’re not mad?”

“I can’t be mad at you, Eds.” You sighed, reaching for his hand, “I thought they looked odd before I swallowed them but I didn’t think twice. I know you’re not going to give me something like that to try and hurt me, Eddie. I know that.”

He sat up and you leaned in closer to him, resting your forehead against his as he stroked your cheek. He wouldn’t bring up what you said to him last night. It hurt too bad to even remember the look on your face.

You could tell he was still fighting himself internally. The stress was elucidated on his face and you hated it. He didn’t do anything wrong on purpose.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “You?”

“Feelin’ a lil hungover,” you sighed and nodded, “But I’m okay. It was an accident.”

He his hand around the back of your neck and gently kissed your lips, sighing as you moved closer against him until you were pressing him back down in the mattress and straddling his waist.

“I love you, Eds.” You mumbled, “Forgive yourself, okay?”

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asgardwinter · 2 years ago

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steve harrington and keep driving by harry styles (my two greatest loves)

here we go... thank you for the request!!

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summary | It all happened so naturally, you knew it would hurt when it eventually reached the end of the road.

pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | fluff and angst, suggestive themes, allusions to semi-public sex (yeah, idk how we got here), sort of hopeful/bittersweet ending, this sort of delays season 4 for a year so no spoilers :)

word count | 1,3k (blurbs? i don’t know them anymore)

author’s note | idk, i listened to this song in an insane loop and sort of went with a summer love vibe because no one could stop me, but now i’m sad and i want these two to have a very happy ending… anyways, see it for yourselves :)

song: keep driving by harry styles

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After moving out for college life in Hawkins felt weird.

Going back to your old home for Summer Break brough not only all the memories from your high school year but all related to The Upside Down events and it was… well, it felt even more weird.

You went to Family Video first, a way to get back to the Hawkins atmosphere after a good while you were gone — your mom would certainly kill you if you spent the break anywhere else that wasn’t her home again. There was no way to contain your surprise as you walked inside and saw Steve Harrington on the front of a shelf organizing movies, all that while involved in a playful conversation with Robin Buckley, one of your old friends.

With the Mind Flayer incident being distant by almost a year you ignored the last occurrences of your last month in Hawkins — that included the unexpected friendship between Steve and Robin and how he somehow knew who you were after surviving together in a Russian Military Base.

“I can’t believe it!” Robin said in the middle of whatever Steve was trying to reason with her. “It’s been months since I’ve heard from you.”

She came from behind the counter to give a hug, one that was very much welcomed by you. You truly missed her, distance made things harder and you feared the day one of your only friends in that small town would move on completely from you.

But at least you were still safe from that, it seemed.

“I didn’t mean to take so long to come back here and the phones… they don’t collaborate with a poor girl with too much gossip to tell.” You started to justify your every action before she just smiled and interrupted you.

“I get it, but I’m happy to see that you’re still alive.” Robin was still Robin, you grinned.

“Hi.” Steve finally came from behind the shelf, running his hand through his hair and smiling at you — why was he smiling at you like that? “Long time no see, Y/n.”

“Oh, hi Steve. I’ve been a little bit distant.” You heard Robin scoff the moment “little bit” left your mouth.

“So, now that you’re here, how can I help you?” He gestured around him, making you remember what your intentions were at first.

“Right! I came here to look for a… movie.” You told him the obvious, only five minutes inside the store and robin had enough material to tease you. “Don’t even say anything, Robin! Would you have any suggestions for an indecisive person?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be working here if I didn’t have one now would I?”

Robin told you later he would.

…

If you told any past version of you that you’d be one of those girls in Steve’s car you’d laugh in your own face. But there you were, during a summer break and very much occupied laying in the backseat. It seemed to be one of your favourite pastimes along with finding an excuse to go to the video store and talk with Robin, both of you teaming up against Steve.

Of course, she didn’t know about the other stuff that kept filling your daily schedule, but no one knew about that and it was better like that.

The “secret” rendezvous didn’t start as something intentionally hidden. Going to your house or his house when parents weren’t there was just easier after two casual encounters at a diner. It wasn’t hard to figure out you told no one about it and he neither, so that became a silent agreement.

Yes, the boy you considered a complete douchebag through all your High School years and avoided any possible conversation was now quite busy with the buttons of your blouse and not taking his lips away from yours. Things were different then a year ago.

There was no need to make a big deal about something with an expiration date.

But in those moments when you were so lost in each other you allowed yourself to think what would be like if it could last, just to hide the question in the darkest corner of your mind.

No need to make a big deal about something with an expiration date.

…

It was comfortable, that’s why you allowed it to happen.

Talking with Steve was good. He knew about the Upside Down even before you did and there were no lies about how you’d spent the last summer fighting a monster from another dimension. Steve was fun and charming, you felt safe with him even as the shadow of your departure came looming above you two.

And that was something you avoided talking till the last minute, you wouldn’t say you forgot because it was completely intentional.

That was the problem with things that flowed way too easily at the start, between wine glasses and late night drives the important stuff kept left out to create a new problem in the future, the type of problem you only stop ignoring until it’s too late.

“I got back to Washington tomorrow.” You suddenly announced.

Steve hit the breaks almost as fast as it, making you gasp with surprise since you were in the middle of the road.

“What?” That was the only thing he could think of asking. What on Earth were you saying?

“I’m going back to college tomorrow.” You repeated it, the nonchalant tone made his heart clench playfully and he had no idea yours was hurting in the exact same way.

“And you just tell me now? Less than 24 hours earlier?”

Your silence only seemed to make things worse, but there was nothing you could do. “You never asked me when I was going back.”

“It is because I was pretty sure you were going to tell me eventually!”

“Well, I didn’t.”

“Now I know.”

The quiet and uncomfortable atmosphere was a stranger in that car, but helped the tension to rise more every second you both spent with months shut.

“You should pull out the road.” You suggested in a whisper voice.

Steve took your suggestion in silence and all you wanted was to get out of his car and disappear.

“I guess this is it.” Steve said, pulling on your driveway and parking right in front of your house.

“Steve…”

“No.”

“Hey! I’m sorry, okay? I liked every moment we spent here. A lot. Probably more than I should.” You confessed to him even if Steve avoided looking in your eyes. “But we always knew this wouldn’t work.”

“Just say you don’t want it, assume you think it’s better this way but don’t say ‘this couldn’t work’ like me thinking it could work is the craziest idea you ever heard.” Steve said bitterly and you had no reaction to it besides the tears pooling in your eyes. “If you really wanted…”

“Now this is bullshit, Steve!” You exploded and his face fell.

“What did you say?”

“It makes no sense! It doesn’t mean I like you less, it just means there’s so many things that aren't in our favour right now and… God! I’ll miss you like hell, but I can’t even keep in touch with my friend, Steve.”

“You… like me?”

You frowned at his question. “I like you, I really do. Like, so much I know young me would slap me if she found out.”

“Wow, now that’s a pretty huge risk.” Steve joked and relief washed over you seeing his attempts at going back to your usual behavior.

“I know.” You smiled sadly at him.

The silence was back, the tension had dissipated but the weight of the words that were said was impossible to ignore.

“Well see how it goes. I…” Your rambling was cut off by a soft kiss, also a melancholic one. You wouldn’t dare to say it was a goodbye kiss, it was more of a don’t-wait-another-year-to-come-back-or-I’m-going-to-find-you-myself type of kiss.

“How many days till Winter Break?” Steve asked you when your eyes were still closed.

You didn’t even bother to answer the question, just pulled his lips back to yours by the collar of his uniform.

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comfortbucky · 3 years ago

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hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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