#like every comment that says it's dick. it's not possible to decide who the best detective is but also it's dick. i have no integrity

[aalghul]

if I see jason hate then i just type out angry posts on here but if i see dick hate then i start cursing someone's entire life and bloodline

[steddieas-shegoes]

a goddamn rockstar

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'eddie'

rated t | 912 words | cw: language | tags: side steddie, robin is also here, kinda just feels right to have these 6, new spicy 6 just dropped i guess

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Eddie Munson was born to be a goddamn rockstar.

His mama told him before he could even hold a guitar: "You're gonna show this world what music is, string bean."

His Uncle Wayne told him when he was crying at her grave: "You're gonna sing for her, Ed."

Jeff's dad even looked at him in awe the first time he watched him play and said: "You've got what they look for, Eddie."

His guitar was an extension of him from the moment Wayne gave it to him, never out of sight if he could help it. Wayne would joke that it would melt to his hands in the heat of summer while he sat on the porch strumming through whatever song was on repeat in Eddie's mind.

He could play by ear, a gift that he was lucky to have since they couldn't afford lessons or those books at the record shop that showed actual music. A song would play on the radio or on Wayne's record player, and within two days, Eddie would be playing it like he wrote it himself.

Wayne would watch in awe, watching his fingers glide across the frets like it was as easy as breathing.

When he formed his band, he was clearly the guy who would lead them somewhere. Jeff, Frankie, and Gareth were talented, of course they were. He wouldn't have bothered with them if they weren't.

But they were doing this for fun, because they thought it would be cool to get to play on a stage, maybe have an audience beyond their parents and unwilling siblings and cousins.

Eddie was doing this because this was what his life was going to be. This was his future. His everything.

They practiced twice a week, they played at The Hideout every Tuesday, and then every Thursday when more than a few people bothered to show up. Wayne made sure to switch his days off so he could be there to "babysit", an agreement between the owner and him when he saw how young they were.

They competed in the school talent show, but didn't even place. It was rigged anyway. Only the popular kids ever won it.

They took a day trip to Indy for Gareth's 16th birthday, playing at a pop-up show for local bands. Not quite a Battle of the Bands, but still a fun time.

Nothing came of it except for Jeff finding a girlfriend who would break his heart a month later, but they were glad to have the experience.

It still wasn't enough for Eddie.

But it became irrelevant when hell tried to take him, and then when cops tried to after he barely made it out of that alive.

He owed everything to Nancy Wheeler and Hopper, though.

He'd make sure to dedicate his first album to them.

God, Hopper would hate that. He couldn't wait.

It took him three months to pick up his guitar again. His dexterity wasn't the best anymore, and his biggest worry was that he wouldn't be able to play at the level he'd been at before.

Steve convinced him, though. Shyly asked him if he knew any Blondie, and of course Eddie knew Blondie. So he played Blondie.

Steve kissed him after.

Eddie decided to add Blondie to their shows and Steve to the front row.

As soon as Gareth graduated, they went to Chicago, looking for opportunity.

All of them wanted it, but Eddie needed it.

Steve came with them, and so did Robin. Frankie tried to make a move on Robin, got told to lose his dick, and then they became good friends. They all shared a rented house in the suburbs, rundown and needing more work than any of them could possibly give it, but it was a roof over their heads.

They didn't get many gigs, and the ones they did were for free or barely enough to cover the cost of gas to get to them.

But they didn't stop trying.

The one thing that everyone always commented on was how Eddie was made for the stage.

Corroded Coffin got lucky. That's what anyone in the business would say.

They happened to be filling in for a band last minute at a festival. It wasn't even supposed to be metal music. But they toned down their sound for their set, focusing on rock hits that all of them enjoyed.

They put on a hell of a show.

And someone was watching, someone who could make something happen for them.

Within a month, they were recording a demo of their real sound for a label, including two original songs and two covers. Two months later, they were signing a contract that didn't completely suck and booking studio time.

It was almost too much at once. After wanting it for so long, Eddie thought maybe he wasn't actually supposed to be doing this.

It was long nights, longer days, and arguments he never thought he'd have with his closest friends and boyfriend. It was finding balance between his music and his family. It was not knowing if all of this would even pay off for them, for him.

But their album did better than even the label could have expected, better than any of them had dared hope. They were planning a tour. They had t-shirts that Eddie didn't have to make himself.

He had Steve with a VIP badge backstage every night.

Eddie Munson was a goddamn rockstar.

[sturniolosiphone]

Mrs. Officer

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MDNI, angst, smut, use of Daddy౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

This is the first fanfic I have written about the triplets, and I am CRINGING reading it back, but I made it for my best friend, so I'll keep it up

y/n’s POV

It’s been five months since Nate ended things with me, and by this point, I thought I would be healed from everything he put me through, but I still find myself missing parts of him. I miss the status it gave me, I miss the chaos, I miss the holidays back in Boston and being surrounded by his family and friends. Well, except Chris, I do not miss Chris. Chris has been in Nate’s life since they were small and was always around throughout our two-year relationship - I tried so hard to gain a connection with my ex's best friend, but no matter what, Chris was standoffish and cold. We all go to the same small university in Pennsylvania, and my sorority and their fraternity always have events together, so keeping away from them has been challenging. Lately, I have kept to myself and tried to avoid any mixers or events because I can not face them, and honestly, it’s not even Nate who gets under my skin the most; it’s Chris. When he sees me around campus, he acts like he has never met me, rolls his eyes at me, or makes some snide comment about what I am wearing. I am sure Nate has told him that I do not care for him, but he is the one who was a dick to me first, and at this point he needs to grow up. Tonight is Halloween, and I have decided that I am finally going out. I am known as the party girl in my sorority, and my absence has not gone unnoticed. I can not give Chris Sturniolo the satisfaction of thinking he is controlling me, and I will make sure to wear a costume that will piss Chris off.

Chris’ POV

“Do you think y/n is coming tonight?” I asked while mindlessly scrolling on my phone. 

“For the tenth time, Chris, I have no fucking clue if she is coming tonight. Why do you keep asking me? If you care so much, text her,” Nate rants. 

“Assuming I care about that bitch is bold, kid,” I mutter, still not looking up from my phone.

 “I mean, you were the one who was interested first until I slid in and stole her from you,” Nate teases. 

“That was almost two years ago, " I rolled my eyes. I am just happy you are the one who got stuck with her,” I smirked at Nate.

I can't grasp what exactly makes me tick about y/n. Was it the fact Nate purposefully went after her once I showed interest? Was it the slutty outfits she paraded around on campus? Her smart mouth? I can’t figure it out, but all I knew was she drove me crazy and made my dick twitch.

“Let’s get ready for the party. People will probably start arriving soon,” Nate says, startling me out of my train of thought.

“Yeah, okay,” I nod, getting up from the couch. 

y/n’s POV

“Are you sure this looks okay?” I say while staring at the full-length mirror and looking at myself from every angle possible. It’s not that I’m not confident; I just want my comeback to be memorable. I decided to be a sexy cop wearing a crop top, a badge, short shorts, a hat, and functional handcuffs. 

“Yes, y/n, you are slaying! Nate is going to be so pissed.” Madi beams back at me in the mirror. I shake my head and stifle a smile. As much as I don’t want to see him, it would be fun to remind him of what he had. 

“I don’t want this night to be about him,” I say, turning to Madi and looking into her eyes. Madi is dressed as the corpse bride. “I am honestly going to do my best to steer clear from him and his douchebag of a friend.” 

“No, no, I agree, you just look perfect,” she squeezes my hand. " I wish Chris weren’t such a douche; I mean, he is pretty hot.” Madi giggles.

“I would never.”

As we near the Fraternity house, my nerves get the best of me, and my stomach turns. I slow down, trying to catch my breath and Madi notices. 

“Y/n, I love you, but I am not letting you talk your way out of this one. You can not let them control your life. After a few drinks, I am sure you will relax, and this house will be packed. You might not even see them,” Madi assured me. I nodded, ran my hands over my face, and breathed deeply.

“Okay..fuck..okay, let’s go,” I say while grabbing her hand, and we take off towards the house. 

Chris’ POV

The music is so loud, and my head is swimming. I think I may have pre-gamed too hard. My nerves are shot at the thought I may see y/n tonight after what feels like months without properly seeing her. She hasn’t been around much, and I would know because I scope out every event looking for her, but I know Halloween is her favorite. She would always make Nate carve pumpkins and bring her to haunted houses. He complained to me the whole time, but I would have done anything to be in position. Watch how scared she would get, hold her, and make her feel safe. No matter how hard I tried, I was always a dick to her while she dated my best friend. I was just so fucking jealous and couldn’t stand the way he treated her, and she just let him. Fuck, I need to get some fresh air. I start leaving the house when some girl I am sure I hooked up with last semester stops me.

“Oh my god, are you supposed to be Steve Harrington from Stranger Things?” she slurs.

“Yeah, and I am guessing you’re supposed to be Eleven?” I ask flatly. 

“How did you know?! Yes! Can we please take a picture together?” she smiles.

“Yeah, whatever.” I put my sunglasses on my head and bring my bat up.

“Thaaaank you, Chrisss,” she says, hardly able to stand. I just nod and try to find the nearest exit to the house. I step out onto the porch and close my eyes. Maybe y/n won’t come tonight. 

“Madi, please stop walking so fast. These shoes are not meant to do fucking track and field,” I hear y/n yell, and my eyes fly open. 

“Sooorrry, y/n,” I hear Madi sing while skipping.  

Before I can retreat into the house, y/n spots me. Madi grabs her hand, and they go up the stairs to the front door.

“Christopher,” Madi snaps.

“Madi,” I snap back. 

Y/n walks past me without looking in my direction. Of course, she would be wearing some slutty costume. I absent-mindedly adjust myself before saying, “Come y/n, it’s been so long, haven’t you missed me? No hello?” I smirk.

“Fuck you, Chris,” y/n spits. 

y/n’s POV

“Okay, I hate to laugh, but the fact that Chris was the first person we saw is kind of crazy,” Madi laughs once we enter the packed living room. I laugh and roll my eyes.

“I need a drink after that. Do you want one, Madi?”

“Yes, please.”

 I walk towards the keg and wait in line. I’m not as shaken up as I thought after seeing Chris. I will never understand his issue with me, but I am not letting myself meditate on it. I fill Madi and my cups up, and as I turn around, I feel the liquid spill down the front of me. 

“Oh shit, sorry…wait, y/n! A little birdy told me you were here. I guess I didn’t believe them,” Nate says.

“Hello, Nate. Yeah, I’m here, and now my costume is ruined, thanks to you.” I grumble as I grab napkins to wipe myself off. 

“How are you?” Nate slurs. “I am sorry for all the like shit I put you through, y/n really I am,” he pouts while putting his hand over his heart.

“All the shit? Do you mean cheating on me for two years with multiple girls? Do you mean humiliating me in front of everyone? Is that the ‘shit’ you are referring to?” I snarl.

“Chris always told me you were just some dumb girl, and I really should have listened to him. You can't even take a sincere apology from the man who made you who you are.” Nate boasts.

“Made me who I am?” I laugh. “Nate, you are a president of a Fraternity. Get the fuck over yourself, my god.” I yell. I make my way back to Madi with two half-filled cups.

“Umm..what happened to you?” Madi asks, scanning my face while grabbing her cup.

“I don’t even know it’s so packed in here. I just kept getting bumped into! I am going to go to the bathroom and clean myself up!.” I can’t tell Madi what happened between Nate and I. I don’t want to ruin her night, but I need some time.

“I can come with you if you want! Maybe help you with your costume?” Madi offers.

“I’m okay, thank you,” I offer her a smile.

“Keep your phone with you, y/n; I mean it,” she says sternly. I salute her, and she rolls her eyes. 

Chris’ POV

“Wait, did you spill a drink on y/n? Purposefully?” I ask Nate while standing in the kitchen.

“Not purposefully, but whatever, she deserved it,” Nate states. “You should’ve seen the look on her face once she realized it was me.” Nate laughs.

“You do realize that you are the one who cheated on her and made her life a living hell?” I ask, feeling my face get hot.

“What? Now you suddenly care about y/n’s feelings? It didn’t seem like you cared too much when you were trying to convince me to break up with her for two years,” Nate responds, putting his hand to his chin and pretending to think hard. But you know I could always tell you wanted her,” he wags his finger at me. You wanted to feel her mouth around you, didn’t you? You wanted to hear her moaning your name, right?” Nate taunts.

“You better fucking watch it, kid,” I say while shoving Nate. 

“Okay, enough, let’s break it up,” some random guy yells while getting in between Nate and me. I decide to head to the bathroom to try to cool off. I don’t know why I have been such a prick to her when Nate is the issue. Great, there's no line to the bathroom. I try the door, and it's locked. Of course. I knock loudly on the door.

“Yo, is anyone there?” There was no response. “Hello? Come on, bro. I have to go,” I yelled over the loud music. I put my ear to the door, hearing running water and sniffing. 

y/n’s POV

I feel like such an idiot while I stand in front of the mirror, trying to desperately get this sticky beer off of me and fix my makeup. Why am I even crying? This is such a pathetic state to be in at a party.

“Yo, is anyone there?” someone yells. “Hello? Come on, bro, I have to go.” 

I freeze. It’s Chris. Of course, it’s Chris, why wouldn’t it be Chris? Please, god, get me out of here. The excessive knocking is making my head hurt.

“WHAT?!” I yell, throwing the door open to meet Chris, who is startled.

“Were you crying in there? Chris asked with his eyebrow slightly raised.

“Nothing gets past you, huh?” I say while trying to get past him.

“Oh no, you are going nowhere,” he says, pushing me back into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

“What is your fucking issue with me, Chris?” I snap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n '' he starts.

“Spare me the bullshit. You haven’t liked me since we met, and I haven’t done anything to you!”

“Haven’t liked you, that's rich,” Chris mocks. “Haven’t liked you y/n? You have been all I thought about for two fucking years, but you chose Nate.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I ask, wondering if I heard him right. Chris sits on the side of the bathtub and puts his face in his hands. Chris sighs.

“I don’t know what I am saying,” he mumbles through his hands.

“I mean, you can start with a sorry, perhaps,” I say while prying his hands away from his face. He looks up at me, smiles, and rolls his eyes. 

“I am sorry, y/n. I am. I don’t know why I have treated you the way I have for so long. I may have been jealous of you, like your relationship or whatever,” Chris confesses.

“What? Did you think I was trying to get in between you and Nate? I never wanted that,” I say defensively, putting my hands up. Chris giggles.

“You are dense, aren’t you?” he stands up, towering over me. “I wanted you, y/n..just you,” he stares down at me. I feel like I am being pranked. Is there a camera in this bathroom? Is Nate outside listening? 

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” I whisper and shove his chest. “This isn’t funny at all. You act like you don’t even know me anymore. It’s been five months, and this is the first time we’ve held a conversation. Do you want me to trust you? I can’t.” I say, holding back tears. I have felt so alone after the breakup and can’t handle being taunted.

“No, I get that,” he says while tucking a hair behind my ear “I have been shitty towards you, and I guess if I were you, I wouldn’t trust me either, but I am serious, “ he tips my chin up forcing me to look into his eyes “I have wanted you for so long, Ma” he licks his lips. I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

“Chris,” I whisper.

“And that fucking outfit, jesus christ, y/n,” he smirks down at me. “Turn around for me, baby..bend down in front of the sink,” he whispers. I’m fucked. I turn around slowly, see my flushed face in the mirror, and bend down. Chris tuts.

“No, don’t get all shy on me, y/n. I have heard you in Nate’s dorm. Look in the mirror.” Chris demands. 

Chris’ POV

I look in the mirror and see y/n’s flushed face. I can tell she’s breathing heavily, and her breath is fogging up the mirror. I press my clothed hard-on against her, and she bucks her hips back. “You’re such a needy girl, aren’t you? I have been waiting for this for so long, Ma, you have no idea. We are going to take our time. Can you be a good girl for Daddy?” Y/n nods her head. “Words, baby”

“I’m going to be a good girl, Chris,” Y/n says breathlessly. I back away from her, and she whimpers. My hand meets her ass with a loud crack which makes her jolt. “Who are you going to be a good girl for?” I tease. 

“I'm a good girl for you, Daddy. I'm always a good girl for you,” she whimpers. I can tell she’s embarrassed by her constant attempts to hide her face. 

“And I want you to watch y/n. I want you to watch yourself while I touch you, okay? I want you to see all the pretty faces you make,” I lean over and whisper in her ear. She nods again. “Words y/n. I’m not going to tell you again.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. 

“Pull your shorts down.” I watch as she pulls her shorts down as I palm myself through my jeans. No underwear. I lock eyes with her in the mirror. “No underwear, y/n? You’re such a slut, huh? Look at you clenching around nothing,” I tut. “I bet you wanted me to find you like this with your shorts off, bent over the sink with your pussy soaked,” I laugh. 

“Please,” she whines. 

“Please, what, baby?” I taunt. 

“Please, Daddy, please touch me. I need you so bad.”

y/n’s POV

I never would have thought I would be begging Chris Sturniolo to touch me, but here I am bent over a sink with my pussy on full display for him. I have never experienced anything like this before. Sure, Nate and I had sex, but never like this, and I’m almost scared I won’t be able to take it. Chris gets on his knees and starts kissing up the back of the thighs, and I can feel myself dripping down my legs. 

“God, look at you, Ma, you look so pretty,” Chris says while wiping up my slick and putting his fingers in his mouth, letting out a satisfied moan. I clenched, begging for something, anything at this point. “And look at how you respond to me; you're such a good girl.” Chris spreads my legs and buries his face in my pussy, and focuses on my clit. 

“Fuuck Chr…Daddy.” I moan out. He swirls his tongue around my entrance before plunging it fully in, making me buck my hips against his face. “S-Sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to move.” I plead. 

“No, baby, it’s okay. I want you to fuck my face like the little slut you are,” Chris says while grabbing my ass. I start fucking myself against his tongue, and I can feel my legs begin to shake. 

“I’m close. I’m so close” I pant, and Chris snakes his arm through my legs and starts drawing lazy circles around my clit. “Yes, please, just like that…nghhh..fuck fuck I am going to cum” I scream out, and I see stars while I ride out my orgasm all over Chris’ face. 

Chris’ POV 

Y/n turns her head to face me and giggles. 

“What?” I smirk. 

“You still have all of your clothes on,” she laughs. I stand up, and she turns to face me and grabs the back of my neck. Our lips smash together, and I let out a moan as she bites my lip and runs her hands through my hair. She grabs my sunglasses off my head and places them on her eyes, breaking the kiss. 

“Against the wall, Daddy,” she barks at me, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh, are you giving orders now?” I smirk. I can feel a wet spot sticking to the tip of my cock. 

“Well, I am the cop, you know? So..against the wall,” she stands on her toes and whispers in my ear. I back up against the wall and watch her unbuckle my belt. 

“Shirt off,” I whisper while taking her police hat off her head and running my hands through her hair. Surprisingly, she listens, taking her shirt off. “Bra, too,” I say. I watch in awe as her tits bounce. “Fuck y/n. You are stunning.” She pulls my boxers down, and my cock springs out, hitting her face. I hiss at the cool air. 

“You’re so big, daddy.” She looks at me through my sunglasses. I just nod and lick my lips. I don’t know how long I will last if she keeps looking at me like that. She kitten licks the tip of my cock, and I can’t help but buck my hips forward, burying my cock in her throat. She hums around my cock, making me throw my head back. 

“You’re taking me so well fuck. I want you to get yourself ready for me, okay, baby? Stretch yourself out for Daddy,” I instruct her while I watch her finger her pussy. I grab her hair fucking her throat, and watch her gag and spit on my cock. She grabs my balls and gives them a firm squeeze. “Fuck yeah, Ma, just like that. You going to swallow all of me, y/n?” I moan out. She nods and looks up at me through her wet eyelashes. My hips stutter as I squeeze my eyes shut and cum down her throat. 

y/n’s POV

I make sure to lap any cum with my tongue as Chris winces at the sensitivity. 

“You are fucking unreal, y/n,” Chris laughs. 

“Oh, I know,” I wink back at him. 

“Are those handcuffs real?” Chris nods at the handcuffs left on the top of the toilet, already getting hard again. 

“Yeah,” I smile shyly back at Chris. “They’re real.” 

“Stand up, turn around, and hands behind your back,” Chris demands, and I do as I’m told. I know he had me stretch myself out, but I can’t help being nervous, considering he is way larger than Nate. Chris walks over, grabs the handcuffs, and cuffs my hands behind my back. 

“Bend”

I bend over the sink and glance up at Chris, who is staring at me. 

“What?” I ask nervously, looking at his reflection in the mirror. 

“You just look so good I can’t even believe my eyes, bro,” Chris says dumbfounded. 

“Calling me bro right now is crazy,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Right..sorry, officer,” Chris winks at me, lines up with my entrance, and grabs my hips. He slides into me slowly without breaking eye contact. He is so fucking huge. 

“Jesus, y/n, your pussy was fucking made for me,” Chris moans and bottoms out. I can feel him in my stomach. “You tell me when to move, baby…you’re taking me so well; such a good girl for me,” he soothes me while rubbing my back. 

“S..slow, please move slow,” I whine out. Chris starts moving slowly, and I rock my hips back, starting fuck myself back on his cock.

“Yeah, baby, you're doing so good. You look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock for me. Can I go faster?” Chris breathes out. 

“Please, Daddy,” I moan. Chris wastes no time and starts to pound into my pussy. 

“Deep breaths, baby, you can take me, fuck you’re so wet,” Chris mumbles and lifts my leg until my knee is on the sink. “Fucking look at you, Ma, so fucking good for me,” he pants. I just nod my head. “Have I fucked you, dumb baby? Too tired to talk to your daddy?” Chris laughs.

“Gonna cum” I mumble out, hardly able to talk.

“Go ahead, baby cum all over my cock. Make a mess all over me, y/n,” Chris grunts. I scream out cumming all over him while babbling. Chris continues to pound into me.

“Dad..dy too sensitive,” I whimper.

“I know, baby, I’m almost there, so good for me,” Chris huffs. “Can I cum in you, baby?” he questions.

“Please, Daddy, please come in me,” I beg.

“Yeah, want me to fuck my baby into you? Want everyone to know you’re mine, you dirty slut” Chris’ hips stutter, filling me with his hot cum. We both hiss while he pulls out of me. 

“Here, let me get those cuffs off of you. Do your arms hurt?” he says, looking concerned.

“Just a little, but I’m okay though.” I smile at him. Chris helps me clean myself up and presses a kiss on my forehead.

“I hope this isn’t it. I’d like to hang out more, you know? I have a lot to make up for you,” Chris says.

“I don’t think this will be the last time, Chris, but I have to go find Madi,” I laugh. 

“She’s going to kill you,” he says while shaking his head.

“I know I have 40 missed calls.”

[tinytalkingtina]

Born to Run

Part 1 of Running with the Devil, a Steddie role reversal series

4k words | Rating: E

Tags/CW: Role reversal no upside down AU with some canon divergence, Jock/Track Star!Eddie, Metalhead/drug dealer!Steve, appalachian Eddie, confident bisexual Steve, Eddie has a sexuality crisis but is in denial, Eddie's sleeping mind decides to take matters into its own hands, wet dream (contains spanking and public humiliation), running of both the literal and metaphorical kind, child abuse referenced indirectly (physical beatings that happened in the past)

Read now on Ao3, and be sure to read @little-annie's Part 2 from Steve's POV, "Metal Health will Drive you Mad"

The sex dream within this fic is brought to you by the Week 4 prompt "slap" of the @steddiesmuttyseptember event

Eddie was always a runner. If you asked Wayne, he apparently skipped straight from crawling to toddling around as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. When he got older, it was a release valve, for everything and anything shitty in his life.

He didn’t have to think about his mom pulling a disappearing act, or his dad getting himself arrested (again). The world would narrow until the only sounds he could hear were the rushing in his ears and the smack of his sneakers on pavement.

Running had brought him to where he was now, as he clawed his way up the proverbial high school ranks. Anyone at this party would look at him and only see the triumphant senior captain of the track team, fresh off a successful meet. Every keg stand, every heroic retelling of a close race, every sloppy makeout session with a cheerleader, kept the attention on the Eddie of the present. 

No one needed to remember the wide-eyed weirdo with patched baggy clothes, nearly ten when his classmates would only turn nine that year.

All around him, the crowd ebbed and flowed between the alcohol and the bonfire, the flickering flames and shadows making it hard to tell who was who. Someone stumbled into Eddie, breaking him out of his brooding.

“Whoops, sorry Eddie! Guess I’ll have to make it up to you later.” Before he could say anything, the giggling cheerleader pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. (He knew he went on a date with her about a month ago, but her name eluded him. Tina, maybe, or Vicki?)

He forced a grin back. “Of course you didn’t mean it sugar. Gonna hold you to that ‘kay?”

The girl possibly named Tina swooned at the tiny bit of accent he'd carefully slipped in. Just a touch could be charming to the fine folks of the Midwest, even if what he ended up using was way less Appalachian hick and more refined Southern gentleman than his momma's family had ever spoken in their lives.

As soon as her back was turned, he let the smile slide off. His post-meet high wore off too quickly tonight, and it left him well, twitchy.

An arm slung itself over his shoulder. "Ed my man, this party is wild! Your best work yet dude." Tommy grinned at him, already drunk. Neither of them commented on how close Tommy was pressing himself into Eddie. Or how Eddie wasn't quite moving away. But then again, the two of them had perfected the art of leaving things unsaid after what happened sophomore year, how close they had come to—no.

"Heh, yeah. Hey, where's Carol? She's gonna be pissed you abandoned her."

"Please, Carol's fine. She's busy talking with Lisa Carmichael. Speaking of which, she's really into you. Come on, get your dick wet, you deserve it after that 800 meter. We're fucking going to states!" His last sentence was said much louder, and a chorus of cheers and whoops predictably echoed back from celebratory partygoers. The twitchiness grew.

"I dunno man, not really feeling it tonight." Eddie tried to subtly back up a little bit, but Tommy just swayed forward into his space again.

“Trust me, you won’t be feeling like that when you're balls deep in a nice tight—"

"Tommy will you just fucking stop? What's with your obsession with my dick huh?"

A look of fear and hurt flashed across Tommy's face for a second, before it was replaced with a scowl. Fuck that was the wrong thing to say and danced way too close to the thoughts about—nope, they were not gonna talk about that.

Eddie carefully pat Tommy on the shoulder instead of thinking. "Shit sorry, it's fine, you're just looking out for me, right? I appreciate it, just not uh, really in the partying mood for some reason." 

Tommy managed to recover his grin. "Oh, duh, why didn't you say so? That fucking freak Harrington finally showed up about thirty minutes ago. Sure he's got something that'll make you unwind a bit. Here, have one on me.”

Eddie wanted to snap that he didn’t need pity money. He got the kegs supplied just fine on his own, hadn’t he? But Tommy was still holding himself tensely several steps away. Tommy, who in sixth grade biked over every other day even after his parents had told him to stay away from the trailer park. Who “accidentally” always had a second pudding cup tucked in with his lunch for sharing. Whose summertime freckles were just starting to fade but Eddie knew still trailed down all the way to his—. 

Besides, maybe weed would take the edge off whatever ugly thing kept rearing its insistent head inside him tonight. Help him forget about the looming pressures of the future and the things he wasn’t going to think about, help him feel normal again.

“Thanks Tommy, I’ll try and relax.” Eddie grabbed the money and set off down the path towards Skull Rock, where Harrington always held court. The chill wind rustling through the trees was a welcome respite to his overheated skin.

The walk over to the next clearing was only a few minutes, but by the time Eddie came upon it, the thrum of bass and general teenage debauchery had faded into a low murmur.

Instead, Skull Rock reverberated with the sound of tapping and gentle humming. Eddie’s heart picked up a little.

Steve Harrington made him nervous. It wasn’t necessarily how loud the guy was. Eddie could understand the need to fill a room up. He could vaguely remember a quieter pre-pubescent Harrington before his dramatic transformation, dressed in tiny polos and khakis and halfheartedly kicking around a soccer ball. Now, his entire wardrobe consisted solely of black and red accented with flashy gold rings. The thick combat boots he wore constantly made him tower over everyone else, and the ever-growing collection of tattoos scattered on his body thoroughly scandalized each and every teacher. What they all meant was a perennial topic of discussion amongst the student body.

A voice echoed down from one of the boulders: “Oh hey, look who showed up, it’s Eddie Munson himself! Heard from your sidekick Hagan you’re the reason Hawkins is going to States.”

Steve was stretched out, lounging on the top of the rock, a pair of drumsticks held loosely in one hand.

“Yup, we are. First time in five years actually.” The state championships. There would be college recruiters there, and with them the promise of scholarships that’d get him out of this town. Somewhere far away from the looming threat of the plant bending his back prematurely like it had Wayne’s. Somewhere no one had heard the name of Al Munson.

“Well then.” Steve practically purred as he smoothly jumped down to the ground. He gave his drumsticks a twirl before stashing them in his pocket. “You sure got ‘em, didn’t you Tiger.”

Yeah, there it was. Seemed like sometimes, Harrington could see right through him, like he knew about how his thoughts occasionally strayed to—nope.

Eddie crossed his arms and tried to keep his face neutral. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t you know it’s polite to thank someone when they compliment you?” Steve’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The fucker was toying with him. Worse, he was enjoying it.

Summoning every ounce of cockiness he possessed, Eddie stood up straight. Sure, this close Harrington had several inches on him, but it didn’t matter. Only one of them could throw the party of the year, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the unpopular weirdo in front of him.

“Shouldn’t you be the one thanking me? I let you sell your shit at my party.”

“Got a mouth on you, don’t you.” Steve smirked. “Tell me Munson, what’s stopping me from taking my goodies to, say, the basketball team’s next rager and skipping out on your little get together entirely? Don’t have to dirty my shoes at their parties. They choose to host at a house.”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “Hey fuck you man, not all of us have—”

“Didn’t say I minded,” Steve plowed on, interrupting him. “Maybe I like the fresh air and the…view. Just like to enjoy them peacefully.” He stood there with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in expectation.

Eddie could feel his face flushing but he held his ground. “Never stopped you from helping yourself to our beer.”

“Free shitty beer, just what I look forward to.” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I gotta say, wasn’t really expecting you to come here. Don’t you usually send someone else to get your fix?”

Eddie shrugged. “Needed a change. And we both know you overcharge Tommy.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” Steve barked out a laugh. “But he deserves the asshole tax. Just weed for you tonight? There’s all kinds of ways to unwind if your usual methods are leaving you…unsatisfied there Munson.”

Vividly, Eddie was reminded of the graffiti scribbled on the walls above the urinals near the gym: Score a touchdown, then score with SH. More often than not, Steve could be found spectating the games, quietly dealing underneath the bleachers. On occasion, one girl or another could be seen emerging from underneath and brushing dirt off her skirt. But there was that other rumor, one that no guy would ever admit to having personal experience with. That if you won, Harrington would give anyone weed for free if they got on their knees for him and—woah there. What was wrong with him tonight?

“Th-think the weed is jus’ fine, ain’t lookin’ for much else.” he stammered out. Shit, why did his accent have to slip now of all times? “I mean, weed is all I need. Those fucking pricks from Greencastle got under my skin.” Assholes thought they were so big, mocking his out of style sneakers. Those shoes hadn't stopped him from shaving half a second off the regional record, but he couldn't help but still feel the barbs from their insults lodged under his skin, festering.

Steve cocked his head as he stared at Eddie with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally he broke into a disarming smile. Eddie couldn’t remember ever seeing Steve sincerely express happiness, at least not from this distance. He would have remembered how prett—how his eyes lit up.

“I’m in a band you know. Pierced Scepter. We play down at this shitty dive bar and yeah, usually it’s a crowd of four drunks and the bartender, but it doesn’t matter. Being on any stage is…fuck it’s awesome. But sometimes it’s a little too much to just pack it all up right after. So I come out here to scream my head off, get it all out. Better off terrorizing the birds than picking fights when my parents are around.” Steve unconsciously rubbed his palm as he laughed humorlessly. “Saves on the screaming matches at home and the. Well.”

“Didn’t realize rich folks got their own hands dirty like that.” Carol’s parents had left the task of punishment to her nanny, preferring to swoop in with carrots after the stick had been administered.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure my dad would say something about how ‘real men are responsible for disciplining their kids so they don’t get soft.’ Though what he considers ‘soft’ changes a lot based on his mood. And whether he’s wearing a belt or suspenders that day.”

“G-d, who knew our dads have something in common then?” Eddie snorted. “Never could keep my old man happy, was always doing something wrong. He took the belt to me so often in third grade I barely could sit down the whole year.” His first time in third grade anyway, the one before he was whisked away to the safe haven of Wayne’s trailer.

“And…I have absolutely no idea why I told you that.” He barely talked about his dad to Tommy and Carol for crying out loud. On visitor’s days he always made up some lie about why he and Wayne were driving close to the state penitentiary.

Steve let out a weird little braying bark of a laugh and shuffled his feet. “Right, you didn’t come here to cry over our daddy issues. Gimme a sec to get your stuff.” Steve reached behind to grab the lunchbox he carried his goods around in. As he did, his jacket slid open enough to show the exposed line of his clavicle above the low-cut collar of his tee. Eddie swallowed hard. Against his will, his eyes dipped lower, noticing a design over the top of his pec in black ink. Oh, a new tattoo.

Eddie squinted trying to make out what it was. “It’s been a while since you gave O’Donnell a reason to lecture us on the ‘decaying morality of the modern day.’ Is that a two headed monkey?”

Delight flickered over Steve’s face. “This? Yeah, it’s new. Supposed to be Demogorgon, the ‘Prince of Demons.’” At Eddie’s blank look he chuckled. “He’s a monster from Dungeons and Dragons, you know, the fantasy game we play in Hellfire Club. It was the final battle of a months long campaign and our characters were trying to escape Demogorgon’s lair. Most of the party was close to death, but at a chokepoint, my character took a last stand and gave the others enough time to escape. Everyone else got out, even if the bastard got me in the end. So, I got this as a tribute to my character's sacrifice.”

Eddie spoke without thinking. “Oh, that’s kind of similar to what Gandalf did: facing off against the Balrog to save the rest of the Fellowship.”

Forget fleeting glimpses of real smiles. The look of surprise Steve gave him was almost comically out of place on his face. “You’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

“While ago, yeah. The Hobbit too.” Back when he first moved in with Wayne, the man had found an absolutely beautiful illustrated set at a rummage sale. Eddie smiled to himself, remembering how excited he’d been to get his first real present ever. “Spent a whole summer running around during the day, then staying up way too late reading all night. My uncle had to confiscate my flashlight eventually.”

A snort from Steve jolted Eddie out of his memories as he realized who he was talking to. “Don’t tell anyone that Harrington, or else,” he ordered as he flushed for the second time that evening, “The rest of your dorky club of nerds better not start bothering me in the hallway just because I’ve read Tolkien. Not going to step in to save them if they forget their place.”

Steve’s expression shuttered as he stood upright. “Right, wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation with the rest of your jock buddies.” Eddie was taken aback by the bitterness in Steve’s voice. “They might explode if you admit to having interests beyond banging chicks, sports magazines, and beer. Your secret’s safe with me. After all, who’s going to believe the Freakshow? Here.” He shoved a baggie in Eddie’s face. “That should be enough for about a week. Now get lost before I double the price.”

Eddie opened his mouth to apologize. But the artificial sneer on Steve’s face made him lose his nerve. He just held out his money as he snatched away the weed. “Thanks, uh, have a good night Harrington. Help yourself to something from the kegs.” He almost made it to the edge of the trees before Steve’s voice called out to him: “Hey, Munson!” 

He froze and turned. Steve had clambered back onto Skull Rock, moonlight and shadows making him look otherworldly and malevolent, towering over the clearing. “Keep that attitude of yours in check next time, or else I might take my services somewhere else. But, if you need more help…unwinding, well. You know where to find me.” That knowing smirk was firmly fixed back in place on his face. 

Eddie couldn’t help it. He finally gave into his impulses and ran.

He didn’t think about those plush lips drawn back into a genuine smile as he quickly navigated back to the party. He didn’t think about those amused eyes seeing right through him as he knocked back a few cups of beer and danced a little with anyone and no one. And he certainly wasn’t thinking about that tattoo surrounded by chest hair as he staggered home to an empty trailer and collapsed into his bed.

“You look so good there, kneeling for me Eddie.” Steve looms over him, those ringed hands on his hips. Eddie realizes he’s naked in the clearing and flushes with embarrassment. When did he take off his clothes?

Any thoughts on how he ended up here are derailed when the wind caresses his body. Oh. Tendrils of air race over his exposed chest and glide over his heavy balls and dripping cock. 

“And look how much you’re enjoying it too.” He’s never been this turned on in his life, and it’s all because of Steve. All for Steve. He’s powerless to prevent a moan from falling out of his mouth. 

“You act so big at school, like you’re the top of the food chain yeah? A real king of the jungle. But you and me, we know better. You’re not a scary tiger at all are you. No, you’re just a cute little kitten.”

Eddie can’t help but whine as he spreads himself wider in invitation.

“Yeah, thought you’d like that.” Steve crooks a finger and gestures for Eddie to follow him. “Come on kitten.” Eddie begins to get up, his legs tingling with pins and needles.

“Mhm, no. I like you better down there. In fact, I think you should crawl.”

He shudders but obeys the sound of that voice, would do anything for it. He stays on all fours as the path unwinds before them, until they come to a door. Eddie moves as fast as he can to follow Steve through, tumbling into the void within. He flails, plummeting until a familiar wax-polished wood rushes up to meet his palms. Eddie doesn’t dare get up from his hands and knees as he lifts his head but-

The gym is filled to the brim. 

Their classmates sit silently, blank looks on their faces as they stare. They’re waiting for something to happen. White hot shame courses through his veins as he desperately tries to cover up.

The voice cuts smoothly through the haze of his embarrassment: “Look at them kitten, they’re all waiting for a show. Let’s give one to them.”

Steve nudges him onto his back. He grabs his wrists and pulls them away from his body, exposing Eddie to the crowd. No! His face is on fire as he tries to fight it, but he can’t seem to break free, his strength sapped away. Steve tightens his hold on his wrists.

“Settle down Eddie, let them see you. You love this.”

He knows Steve is right. He can’t hide how hard his aching cock is, slapping against his belly as he squirms. But he can’t help it, they’ll all know. Faint whispers drift down from the stands as the crowd watches him struggle.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” he begs, but the words get caught in his choked up throat.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place. Maybe you need a reminder that you can’t hide, not from me.”

Steve hauls him up and easily slings him over a shoulder. Eddie lays there limply, frozen and whimpering. He’s unceremoniously dumped on top of a teacher’s desk right at the center line.  Hands come up to squeeze at his nipples, hard. Just the way he does when he’s alone. His cock twitches and drools even more from the groping. 

Eddie blinks, and suddenly the bleachers are that much closer.

“Be happy kitten, all the attention is on you! Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Oh G-d. Every eye is fixed on him, the buzzing of interest growing louder.

“No, I don’t want this, I don’t want you!” He shouts as loud as he can but the words come out muted and garbled.

Steve barks out a cruel laugh. “God, you’re pathetic. But then you’ve always been so good at lying to yourself haven’t you? You were the one who kissed Tommy, not the other way around. But when he went in for more, you pushed him off and ran away.”

Through the blur of tears, he can just make out Tommy’s face in the crowd, wearing the same accusatory and hurt look he had two years ago.

Steve leans down to nibble at his ear. “And,” he whispers, his voice silky smooth. “Let’s not forget how in the back of your head you imagine me shoving you against a locker and making you take it. Or sometimes, I threaten you with my knife a little out in the woods, yeah?”

Without warning, Eddie is manhandled over Steve’s lap. “Good news, guess today’s your lucky day kitten. I’m going to make you take it until you admit to everyone what you really want.”

SMACK!

The first slap to his ass sounds loudly, echoing around the gym. Eddie nearly swallows his tongue trying to keep quiet. The spectators in the stands let out a gasp for him.

But Steve doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, until Eddie feels like his ass is on fire.

He finds himself pleading for Steve to have mercy, slipping back into the accent he tries so hard to keep a lid on normally.

“Ha, there he is, finally. You can dress yourself up in a varsity jacket all you want, but we all know what you really are. Just a piece of trailer trash. You can’t run from this you dumb hick. Tell me what I want to hear.”

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t. “Fine, then take your punishment.”

Smack after smack rains down on his ass. The pain builds and builds, and the crowd gets louder and louder. But underneath the humiliation, he remains hard and grows even more desperate. Every slap sends him thrusting, his cock trapped between Steve’s muscular thighs. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Ha! And you jocks call me the freak. You’re the one humping my leg and yowling like you’re in heat. Pain turn you on kitten?”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge. 

He cums to the sound of cheers.

Eddie woke with a jolt and a gasp, his whole body pulsing in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. 

Trembling, he curled up into a ball and let the tears fall. This was nothing, just a passing thought his brain had gotten attached to. All he had to do was survive the year, and then he could be finally free of Hawkins, and the living ghosts that haunted him.

If only that had been the last time he dreamed of Steve Harrington.

Two weeks later, Eddie woke with a fuzzy head and even fuzzier memories of the night before, vaguely remembering a ringed hand stroking his hair. On his nightstand was a glass of water, some Tylenol, and a note from SH telling him to take it easy. 

After that his dreams changed. Sometimes he wasn’t humiliated at all, and those tattooed arms kept him safe and cared for. It felt worse almost, to have his subconscious offer up such happiness, only to snatch it away when he woke to an empty bed. He didn’t dare spend the night in the arms of a girl at her house, worried he’d reveal himself for the freak he was.

A full month of torment and countless hours of lost slumber later, Eddie finally had had enough. He grabbed his keys and tore off in the direction of Steve's house, praying that Carol wouldn't see his van in her neighbor's driveway at this time of night.

As he rang the doorbell, he didn’t know what to expect. But it certainly wasn’t the sight of a sleep rumpled Steve answering the door in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Somehow, seeing his bare hands felt more intimate than the lack of shirt did.

“Munson? Gave me a heart attack, thought my parents were back a day early. What are you—”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupted, wide-eyed and feeling slightly crazed. “Can we talk?”

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It's finally here! This began life as a brain worm that Annie and I have turned into a whole fully expanded universe. We can't wait to write more with these two :D

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For the @corrodedcoffinfest Birthday pop up event.

Rating; Teen and up| Promt; Birthday, 25, 30, ‘Seriously, age is just a number’| Ships; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth Emmerson/OFC| CW; alluding to Domestic Violence| Tags; Famous Corroded Coffin, Eddie is a menace, age difference, Musician Steve Harrington,accidental baby acquisition, meet cute, speed running starting a family, Steve has hearing loss, Steve needs a hug and gets it, Original Child character

It still feels like a dream, standing on a stage with his best friends, his ride or die, his family. Looking out at the crowd of thousands of people, people that have specifically come out to see them, people that choose to watch them while waiting for other bands. While not headlining, they or the fourth to last band playing the mainstage. They had lost their collective shit when the timetable got announced and they got to basically open for Metallica. Only Electric Callboy and a tbn band between them. The other headlining band had dropped out the evening before due to health related reasons. That morning the festival organisers had tweeted about finding a replacement but had decided to keep it a secret. 

They only have a couple of songs from their set left. “ We are Corroded Coffin and want to thank you for taking the time to watch us! Are you all excited for Electric Callboy and the metal Gods METALLICA?!” He grins wildly at hearing the crowd screaming and whooping. “I want to thank everyone here for making this the best birthday I've ever had! A quarter of a century old! Can you believe it? I can't think of anything better to do than play for all of you beautiful freaks!!!” 

“ Oh I know one thing” He turns his head to look at Gareth, leaning awkwardly towards the microphone “Enlighten me Garebear, what could possibly be better than this?” Gareth grins like a lunatic “ Well Teddy, I'm so glad you asked. What would be the icing on this day would be for a doe eyed, and I quote ‘ most beautiful man alive, sculpted by Aphrodite herself, i want to lick and kiss every mole’ guy wearing a pale yellow oversized sweater, mom jeans and glasses to single and gay or bisexual. So if you fit that description of or know who does, Eddie Munson is horny for your ‘perfectly biteable ass’.” He and Jeff and Freak cackle along with the roaring laughter of the crowd. Eddie blushes and huffs “Yeah yeah, I hope you all chock!” 

The rest of their set goes off without a hitch. They take a selfie with the crowd before leaving the stage. They make it back to their designated dressing/green room, feeling on top of the world. “Find Eddie's mystery hottie is trending. Everyone and their mum is sending in pictures of people in yellow sweaters. It's insane! Gareth you made us go viral” Jeff says as he's scrolling on his phone.

“For once your sluttish ways have done more good than getting your dick wet” Freak comments as he flops down on the couch sighing in relief. Eddie glares at his friends as he grabs a bottle of water “ Why am I friends with you shitheads again?” Gareth slaps his back “Because you really love us?” Jeff hums loud “Oh god listen to this @HailMadMax, Jesus this guy sounds more full of him than you says ‘eeeww, I never want someone describing my Mom's ass like that again @CorrodedCoffinOfical’. 

”You sure he was a guy?” Eddie nods “yes! I'm absolutely sure ""Because I got a few other users saying something along the same lines.” Freak snorts “I think they are just having fun with it or are homophobic” 

Eddie spends the next hour and a half jus relaxing, smoking a joint and eating greasy festival food. He's on his way to catch the last part of Electric Callboy’s set when he bumps into a petite girl with Strawberry blonde hair wearing a hot pink hoodie and a black jeans. “I'm so sorry I wasn't……holy shit! You're… you're Chrissy Cunningham.” Eddie looks at her with wide, star struck eyes. 

Chrissy smiles “It's fine, I forgot how cramped it can be back here. Yeah I am. And you're Eddie. I'm a big fan! Much to Bill's chagrin on some days.” She looks down at her phone. “Speaking of the devil, look, I gotta go. But I'll see you in a bit, yeah?” She hugs him before speed walking away. He's left speechless as he watches her go. The Mind Flayers was the first ever band he got to see live at thirteen with Gareth and his uncle. Steve Harrington, their frontman and bass player was his bisexual awakening. And his first real crush. 

As a matter of fact, six years prior, The Mind Flayers were one of the four main headliners. They had gotten tickets to see them play, but as fate would have it they cancelled at the last minute, citing a medical emergency and had disappeared from the music scene until a few months ago when out of nowhere they not only dropped a single but a dubbele album. Listen it wasn't a best off, a remastered previous album or a live album. No, they were twenty-eight new songs. All of their social media channels suddenly started posting and interacting with comments and other people's posts. It was surreal and broke the metal corner of the internet. He had heard some chatter and theories about TMF being the mystery band but didn't give them much credit, but now. His mind was going into overdrive as he went looking for Gareth, completely forgoing watching EC. 

He finds Gareth facetiming with his girlfriend and their two year old son. “Hey Sammy, look it's Uncle Teddy, say Hi” Eddie narrowly avoids getting the phone smashed against his nose “ Hey Sammy, my favourite little Hobbit.” He talks for a few minutes with the toddler, and spends another fifteen minutes waiting for Gareth to hang up. He feels like he's vibrating out of his skin, patience was not his forte. he starts fidgeting with his rings before pulling out his phone and goes to check TMF's twitter to see if they tweeted before checking to see if they are trending and anyone has seen any other members somewhere backstage but he only finds one of two posts about people seeing Chrissy. “What's gotten into you? Please tell me you didn't snort something or take some sketchy pills from an even sketchier person” Gareth glares at him 

“No, I didn't take anything stronger than grass mom! I literally walked into Chrissy Cunningham from The Mind Flayers! Not only did she know who I am, but she's a fan!” Gareth scoffs “Yeah right Teddy”. “I swear! She's here, somewhere backstage. Look I found some pictures others took with her today” He shows Gareth his phone. “Holy shit! You're right! You think they are gonna play?” 

“Fuck I hope so!” He says. After EC's set every one that isn't a crew member or ready gets barred from going near the stage. They are sitting in their dressing room with the others watching the livestream of the mainstage and crowd. Eddie and Gareth had told Freak and Jeff about Chrissy being backstage and they speculate about the band that's going to play as they pass around a blunt. Eddie shushes the others as he notices the crowd going quite “ Shut up! I think it's starting!” They watch his laptop with baited breath. When the first guitar rift starts and the drum joins in, Eddie whoops loudly “Fuck!! I can't believe this!” As the black curtain falls, the crowd goes ape shit as the band appears. Eddie can hear others out side of their room yelling and whooping. He automatically zeros in on Steve. He can't believe how good he still looks while pushing 40, his signature death hawk with green streak looks flawless, all of his blood rushes to his cock when he sees he's wearing a black pleated skirt with a green & black asymmetrical tartan panel insert and a pastel green crew neck sweater. He groans, adjusting himself in his pants. “Really dude?!” Freak tries to shift away on the couch, not in the mood for Eddie being gross next him. 

The camera zooms in, giving them a close up of his face as he screams. His left eye looks to be drooping, while the side of his head has multiple scars littering his skin and what looks to be a Cochlear implant. Gareth is the first to say “I think that he got into an accident or something and that was their emergency.”

 After their forth song Billy, their lead guitarist steps up to the mic. “How are we feeling tonight, Download?” He smirks and licks his lip at hearing the crowd screaming. “We've been gone for a while, so introductions are in order. On the drums we have Robin Buckley, for a lesbian she knows her way around poles” the camera pans to a woman with a red shaggy mullet as she flips Billy off. “On rhythm guitar we have my beautiful and radiant wife Chrissy Cunningham” He blows her a kiss as the crowd goes wild. She catches it and makes a heart with her hands. “On bass and vocals we have, King Steve Harrington” Steve flips him off with both hands, and gives him a lopsided smile. “The asshole on lead guitar is Billy Hargrove” Eddie frowns when he hears him slurring his speech, it's a sharp contrast to his perfect singing, growling and screaming. Billy dramatically bows before reaching back for his mic. “We are The Mind Flayers!” They start playing again. “I think he lost his hearing guys” Jeff muses out loud. “I just looked it up and that's a Cochlear implant” “Damn that's rough” Gareth says “But he can still sing!” 

Forty-five minutes later Billy takes the mic again “We have two more songs we want to play for you but first, Birdy has a PSA” Robin grins at the camera before leaning to her mic “This Public Service Announcement is for one Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. Dinges over there is convinced he's too old for you, but he's very single, very gay and very much horny for you too” Steve blushes brightly and bites his lip. Before effortlessly starting to play again. Jeff, Freak and Gareth stare at Eddie. Eddie's eyes have gone wide and his jaw drops open. “I'm dreaming right? I've got to be right? Please pinch me” He yelps loudly and glares at Freak. “I said pinch! Don't beat me!” He rubs his shoulder. 

“Jesus H. Christ! I can't believe I called out Steve Harrington! And called his ass biteable, fuck me!” Gareth hides his face in his hands. Jeff pets his back “ We will hold a vigil in your memory while looking for a new drummer, starting tomorrow"

 “Fuck off” He pushes Jeff away. Eddie tunes out his friends, he can't believe his childhood crush is gay, let alone interested in him.  

As they are packing up their stuff there's a knock on the door, he opens the door and there standing before him is Steve. His death hawk has been carefully combed and his hair lays perfectly styled, covering his shaved sides, scarring and implants. He's also wearing the same soft pale yellow sweater as early and smiles at him “Hi”

Eddie tries to hide his blush at getting caught staring and clears his throat. “Hi, oh wow. Um yeah, come in” He lets Steve into the room. The others greet him and ignore Eddie's glaring at them, gesturing wildly for them to get lost. “You guys were amazing! Totally caught us off guard. But damn was it a good set” Freak gushes as Gareth tries to apologise “ I'm so sorry for saying those things about you. It's all Munson over there. I don't have an opinion on your ass” 

Steve laughs “Don't worry people have said far worse and more graphic things about my ass” Jeff is the least tactful person on a good day so he goes straight for it when he sees Steve using his hands to sign As he talks. “ You've gone deaf right? That's why the slurred speech and implant?” 

Eddie hits him “What the hell dude! You don't just ask someone that” Steve looks between them and pats his hair down a little “A parting gift from my ex. But yes I have lost most of my hearing. It's why I sound drunk. Before you ask, singing uses a different part of the brain”

Eddie looks shocked as do the other three, but then it suddenly clicks, the first song they dropped was called DV. “It's so impressive sweetheart, you sound just as good as before” 

Steve blushes “Thank you, it's hard when you can't hear yourself properly” Gareth and Freak strong arm Jeff out of the room with them. “Teddy, be good, yeah? Man's a national treasure, he deserves to be wined and dined not get a quick fuck in a green room” Gareth cackles loudly at Eddie's sputtering as he closes the door behind him. 

“I'm really flattered you are, quote ‘ horny for my biteable ass’ but I'm fifteen years older than you. And I can't do situationships or casual flings. I want something real” Eddie closes the distance between them and strokes his cheek. “Not to sound cliche but, age is just a number, baby. I want a chance to wine and dine you. Adopt a mean old grouchy cat from a shelter that only likes you and uses me as their personal scratching pole. Buy a house together, sneak off to have some privacy on the road, adopt and raise some kid's together. The whole ass nine yards. I want it all” 

*Epilogue*

Eddie wakes up to quiet giggling and hushed voices. He fakes being asleep as he feels a small body climbing on top of him, small hands pat his face “Daddy wake up!” He quickly pulls the young boy into his arms and starts tickling him. He smiles at hearing the boy's happy squeals and please for him to stop. He hugs him tightly and kisses the top of his head. His eyes meet his husband's eyes as he stands leaning against the door frame, holding a tray of breakfast. 

The last five years had felt like badly dubbed novella. He and Steve had just been officially dating when CPS appeared at his door with a one year old baby boy. Turns out his father had not only been released from prison but he had gotten married and had gotten her pregnant. His half brother's mother had been found dead and his father in the wind. He was incredibly glad that Steve had been staying with him at the time. Like a Knight in shining armour he had swooped in and taken his brother from the frazzled social worker, along with a small bag of belongings and set about getting him cleaned up and fed. 

He doesn't hesitate to take his brother, Cedrick, in and become his legal guardian. He called Gareth right after the social worker left in a bit of a panic. His best friend came through and arrived hours later with his sons hand me downs, crib, toys and misaleniues baby items. All thought he had told Steve he wanted to have kids together, his fathers sudden presence in his life awakened his dormant abandonment issues. He's scared that Steve will break up with him, because of this. But as the days turn into weeks and into months, Steve stays and they slowly grow closer. 

He never misses an appointment with their assigned social worker, he stops smoking cold turkey, both kinds. He greatly cuts back on his drinking and starts taking parenting classes. He also breaks down crying on the phone to his Uncle Wayne, it's the first time he calls Wayne dad out loud. Wayne gets the first flight out and stays with them for the first month. Once the last leg of Corroded Coffin's tour comes up, and overlaps with a short Mind Flayers tour. He freaks out about what to do. Chrissy is the one that saves the day, by reminding Steve that Jane is in between jobs. He learns she is one of Steve's ‘kids’ he used to babysit, she studied child development and education and jumps at the chance to come on tour as live in nanny.

The next two years fly by with little to no drama or huge life events. Besides Cedrick starting to call him daddy and Steve, tee that evolves into papa tee. And of course him marrying the love of his life in a small private ceremony. Shit doesn't hit the fan until six months after them officially submitting the paperwork to adopt Cedrick as their son. He had already been given permanent custody by the courts but he wanted Cedrick to know that he was truly wanted by adopting him fully as his son. Unsure if he would be able to adopt him, Steve had his lawyer write Cedrick into his will, making sure to name him as his son. 

The proverbial shit comes in the form of his maternal grandparents suddenly appearing and suing for full custody and petitioning the adoption forms. And want an absolute shit show it turns out to be. Of course they turned out to be bible thumping homophobic zealots. They accuse them both of molesting Cedrick, abuse and neglect. It turns into a two year long legal battle with Cedrick being placed for a week in a foster home while the claims of sexual child abuse get investigated. That week was the worst of his life, he takes up smoking again to try and calm his nerves and to stay away from harder stuff. Steve struggles as well, the trauma of his previous abusive relationship giving him near constant panic attacks.

When they get their son back home he's traumatised and keeps apologising for being bad. They start family counselling on the advice of Cedrick’s case worker. As overworked as she is, she keeps on fighting with them. When the claims of abuse and neglect get dismissed they feel vindicated, but they celibate too soon before because the next work day new petitions are filed, claiming grandparental rights. All in all it takes two long years for every nonsensical petitions to get dismissed with prejudice. It helps that Cedrick's grandfather has three convictions of child abuse and neglect, the victim being his own daughter. First thing Eddie does is get a restraining and protection order against them.

It takes a lot of therapy and concealing for the family to start healing and repairing their bonds. Finally the paperwork for the adoption got finalised a few weeks ago, which brings them here to the present, his thirtieth birthday. He hugs his son tightly before letting him go and sitting up so that Steve can place the tray over his lap. “Ced’ helped me make breakfast for you. There may be more chocolate chips in your pancakes then batter” Steve says as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“That's exactly how I like them to be perfectly honest” He kisses his husband smiling as their son makes gagging noises. He gives Steve a very noisy kiss before pulling back and sticking his tongue out “It's my birthday today so that means I can kiss your papa as much as I want”. He ruffles his sons hair as they eat breakfast in bed, uncaring about crumbs or spills. “ I lied” 

Steve frowns looking at him, concerned about that statement “About what Teddy?” Cedrick chiming in to say that lying is bad. Eddie smiles wildly. “Five years ago I lied when I said that was the best birthday ever. I don't need tens of thousands of people screaming my name. I just need my family” 

[hanjizoo]

“white lace”

(ship: bang chan x male reader)

(synopsis: reader is a solo porn star who goes live every once and a while. chan stumbled across this boy toy, and after a session or two, knew that it was worth the run of his money. one live, (y/n) decided to surprise his viewers with something special and caused chan to make a dumb impulse decision. was that impulse decision the best decision of his life? he won’t admit it…)

(genre: smut, with a plot? maybe?)

(note: before you read, just wanted to say that i was recently diagnosed with a couple of health conditions. i’ve been dealing with them for a while, so it’s really put a hinder in the consistency of my writing/posting. i have gotten a few requests, and i promise i see them! i am trying to keep up with them as much as possible and finish them for you, my lovelies. i hope that my inconsistency isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you all. thank you for reading this!)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut!! so, there are mentions of: both heterosexual porn and solo gay porn. various words such as pussy, cock, dick, balls, tits, daddy, sir, etc. reader is a “femboy”, wears woman’s lingerie. reader imitates breasts with his own, acts of dirty talk, dildo riding, masturbating, cum-eating, etc. if you do not like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

it was a stressful day for bangchan. he dealt with a lot of working in the studio, practicing choreography, and looking after his other 7 members(children). all he wanted was to go to his dorm room and sleep. though the closure of sleeping was what chan truly wanted, he has nightly ruts that get in the way of that closure. chan was never the type to take time in jacking off. it was more of a one-and-done kind of thing. no motivation pictures, no porn, not even an audio…just straight imagination and the dull process of jerking his cock until he came.

it seemed every session got more and more un-relieving. he did it to relax his tense muscles and anxiety after all. strictly jerking wasn’t enough to even make chan cum after a while.

that’s when he decided to dive a little more into the side of porn. it was typical to watch porn, though chan never had time nor even have the desire to. it was only a faded recollection of his teenage years. but he thought that it would help him in his dilemma down south…

chan messed around and scrolled for a long while, finding something perfect that really got him going, though there wasn’t much. there are many sides to porn that chan found basic and seemingly effortless; nothing motivational enough for his soft dick. pages upon pages of monotonous porn and basic brags of “step sister with a tight pussy” accompanied with “jerking off my hard dick.” nothing set chan off, nothing made him hard.

that was until he found the glorious wonders of “imyour(y/n).” bangchan knew he liked (y/n) because of the instant twitch in his dick whenever he saw one of (y/n)’s thumbnails. (y/n) was a solo-pornstar, had an intense following, lots of viewers, and even an onlyfans that was expanding amazingly. men took a liking to this boy toy (y/n). bang chan took a liking to this boy toy (y/n).

many times did (y/n) satisfy bang chan. chan even went to the extreme of donating every once and a while just for (y/n) to say his username as he plastered cum all over his hands. (y/n) was smooth and smart with his words, always saying the right things in order to motivate his viewers and make them cum. every live and every video was a surprise, he loved pleasing his viewers.

so, of course, after long and hard days of working, chan always looked forward to reaching his dorm room, locking his door, and immediately watching one of (y/n)‘s videos to jerk off to. accept this time (y/n) was live. bang chan felt his heart skip a beat just seeing that he was live. he was overly ecstatic and already hard.

“hi, cuties. i see a lot more of you have joined, should i start now? i think i might. i’m getting a little hard.” (y/n) giggled as he watched the chat flood with horny comments of “show us your dick”, “take off your shirt”, and “moan my name, i’ll donate.” (y/n) was a sensation beyond many horny doms who wanted a boy toy like himself.

chan felt himself getting hard just at (y/n)‘s voice. he was flirtatious, and it was obvious how horny he was through his voice.

“right, i should start. i have a surprise for you all anyway.” (y/n) started. he slowly stood up, his head being cut out of frame and presenting his body instead. he was still dressed but only in a small jacket low enough to cover his crotch. he began to slowly unzip his jacket, each second he proceeded revealed a small, white lingerie. it was very obviously a woman’s lingerie set. he liked that it covered less of his body. it only covered his bulge, and loosely fit around his pecs. the straps wrapped around his body nicely.

chan loved that. instantly, his dick twitched and he felt silly little butterflies in his tummy. arousal started to take over chan as he fantasized about grabbing (y/n)’s small hips and slamming into his ass like there was no tomorrow. he grew harder with each progressive thought, and started to palm himself through his pants. he kept his eyes glued to his computer screen, watching intently as (y/n) started to also palm himself through his panties, body still in frame. the dim room, lit by led lights, didn’t do (y/n) any justice when it came to a clear view. chan wanted to see every detail of (y/n). he wanted to see his dick up close, leaking just for him to see the detail of his face to help his fantasies of cumming on it.

“do you like it? i bought it just for you, sir. i knew you’d love how revealing it is on me. do you like how hard i’m getting? it’s all for you.” (y/n) began to caress his body, pushing his pecs together like they were tits. he slid a hand down to under his panties and slowly massaged his dick and the other one massaged his pec through the bra. massaging his dick caused (y/n) to push his knees together in order to keep his balance as he was still standing.

“fuck it” chan thought. he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees as he sat in his gaming chair. he gave his cock a few strokes, adding a few drops of lube. chan never used lube too much but he began to need it more to help the fantasies of being in (y/n)‘s warm, lubed-up ass.

(y/n) sat back down in his gaming chair in front of his monitor. he began to read more comments that were flooding in. of course, all horny. he smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing.

“you do like it? i’m so happy you do. i just want to make you happy, daddies…should i show you my cock? do you want to see how wet and hard it is for you, sir?” the comments began to flood with many “yes”’s.

(y/n) giggled, “hm, okay. but i only will if i get three $10 donations, okay?” chan thought about donating. he contemplated it for a long while until his opportunity was over due to 3 other users instantly donating. chan loved donating to (y/n) but he wanted to hear (y/n) say his name tonight. “i should save my money for the later donation” he thought.

“oh wow, so quick. you are so good to me, daddies.” as (y/n) read off the usernames who donated and thanked them, chan couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. chan secretly wants (y/n) all to himself, but he won’t admit that to himself.

“since you were so kind to donate to me, i’ll let you see my cock now as promised.” (y/n) said, getting up from his chair and leaving only his body in frame again. he slipped off his panties slowly, taking his time and teasing his viewers, teasing chan. the moment his dick was set free, it bounced up and hit his stomach than bobbled back down to a semi-hard stance. he shook his hips a bit, making his dick wave from side to side to show it off.

“see how wet i am?” he asked. chan could see the light reflecting off of the small dribbles of cum on his tip. chan stroked his dick tightly, palming his tip every once and a while. chan was loud when he jerked off but tried his best not to be. but when it came to (y/n), he struggled to hold in his moans. these weren’t moans of lazy pleasure anymore, they were moans of pure high of arousal. chan felt dumb when he saw (y/n) stroke his beautiful cock. his cock was smaller than chan’s but chan found it cute. it was because of (y/n) that chan began to prefer little cocks to dominate rather than bigger ones.

(y/n) sat down again, his webcam gave a perfect view of his dick, thighs, torso, and face. chan could see everything he needed in order to motivate his cock. chan’s tip was red and hungry for (y/n)‘s ass. all chan wanted right now was to pound into him and shoot his seed into him.

(y/n) moaned, “ah~ god, im so wet already…do you like my cock, daddies? don’t get impatient, okay? i promise i’ll let you see this ass too.” he giggled, giving a smirk. (y/n) already looked blissed out and drunk on dopamine. his breath was unsteady and his moans were let free.

chan continued his strokes, covering his mouth as he felt butterflies invade his stomach again. it only made his cock twitch more.

after some more stroking and moaning from (y/n), he slowed, looking at his monitor. he scanned the comments, many of them by now were asking to see his ass.

he giggled, “oh, you want to see my ass, hm?” he pulled his panties back up, forcing them up high, the waist band fitting loosely above his hip bones.

he stood up, slowly turning around and shaking his ass a bit. chan admits, his ass is fairly big. definitely has a bubble butt for how small his build generally is. chan loved it of course, he loved thinking about slapping it while doing doggy and absolutely destroying his hole.

with the thong pulled up, his ass was fully out, fabric tucked within his ass cheeks. he massaged it, making it bounce up and down a bit. the recoil almost made chan cum on the spot. “fuck, his ass is so hot.” he said under his breath.

(y/n) turned to face his webcam again, this time turning the webcam to point towards his bed. his bed was decorated with a few stuffed animals and a white, satin sheet. his body was forced into frame, now with a dildo in his hand. it was realistic, a few veins running up the side, about 8 inches(20.3 cm) which was perfect for chan’s imagination since he was 7.5 inches(19 cm). (y/n) plopped himself up on his bed, setting the dildo next to him. he lifted up his bra above his pecs, pinching at his nipples accompanied by the massaging of his pecs. he forced them together, faintly imitating the shape of breasts.

“do you like them? do you like how big they are for you?” this made chan’s dick twitch. since he was bisexual, it was expected, but chan felt that this turned him on a little too much. he sped up the strokes on his dick, throwing his head back every few minutes. the room was filled with scant moans and whines, along with aqueous-sounding strokes. keeping his eyes glued to his screen, he watched as (y/n) lubed up the dildo in his hand, twisting his hand on the tip and slowly jerking it off. chan slowed his pace down to mimic what (y/n) was implementing on the dildo. chan closed his eyes and listened to (y/n)’s voice as he imagined (y/n) stroking his cock instead.

“your cock feels so good in my hand. it’s so big and wet. i can’t wait to feel you in my ass, daddy.” (y/n) moaned. he made intense eye contact with webcam. this was typical for him. (y/n) would make eye contact with the webcam every session to make the process more personal and seductive.

by this time, chan’s grip on his computer chair handle tightened, making his knuckles turn white. he had to edge himself just to hold himself off from cumming, even at this slow pace, chan was unbelievably close.

continuing to slowly stroke the dildo, it generating a lewd, wet sound, (y/n) announced, “i’d love to continue, but you all know what time it is, don’t you?” chan knew exactly what (y/n) was talking about. every time he went live, he asked for a $45 donation from chat, and whoever donated first was the lucky one to get their name moaned as (y/n) absolutely destroys his ass and cums all over himself.

chan’s stomach dropped, he wanted to be first. he wanted to go over the top just for (y/n), but maybe that was just the arousal making chan so desperate and dumb.

dumbly, chan scurried in order to be the first to donate. chan, dick still in one hand, hardly had to think about it before he ended up donating $100 to the boy. shock took over chan as he realized what he had just done, but simply stared at (y/n) and waited for his reaction.

chan watched as his username popped up in the corner of the screen, “call.me.chris donated $100!” it read. the small alarm of the donation pinging, getting (y/n)’s attention.

“oh my, $100?…thank you, sir…” it was obvious that (y/n) was flustered and shocked, but he tried to hide it the best he could in order to keep his provocative persona.

“well since you were first to donate, i should get ready for you then, shouldn’t i, chris?” chan hearing (y/n) say his name made him whine lowly, covering his mouth as he felt the heat radiate from his cheeks.

(y/n) prepared himself by picking up his dildo once again, stroking it a few times to warm up the lube, and turned his body around and proceeded to get on all fours. his ass was pointed up high. chan had a clear view of his beautiful asshole, and divine ass. (y/n) reached around, using his hands to spread open his cheeks to showcase his asshole some more.

chan sped up his strokes once again, moaning into his hand that was still covering his mouth. chan had a kaleidoscope of butterflies fill his tummy as he watched. he felt so incredibly special to (y/n) in that moment. he got what he wanted: (y/n)’s attention.

(y/n) arched his back, forcing his ass up high. a few of his fingers were still wet from the lube on his dildo, so he used it to massage his asshole, slowly inserting his middle finger. moans fell from (y/n)’s mouth as he continued to force his finger in and out of his ass. the lube made him slick and easy. chan wanted so bad to see (y/n)’s face as he fucked himself.

chan threw his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head. he continued to please himself, imagining that it was (y/n)’s ass that was pleasing him instead. the sounds that chan was hearing only motivated him to cum even more.

after a few minutes, and a few more peeks at (y/n)’s ass from his monitor screen, the sounds hushed. this got chan’s attention of course, forcing him to find the source of the pause.

he was presented with a pulchritudinous sight. within those few moments of silence and rustling, (y/n) must’ve gotten a little too needy for chris’s dick. he was exposed: legs spread open, on his knees, and was lowering himself onto the dildo that was only help up by his hand on the base of it.

chan paused and watched in awe as he saw (y/n) lower himself onto the dildo, it slowly disappeared in his ass. it was slow, moans and whines slipping from (y/n)‘s lips as his dick pointed straight up and leaking pre-cum.

once (y/n) got to the base, he paused, “your dick is so big, chris.” he giggled, smiling at his webcam. chan was now just a puddle; putty. he felt weak in every aspect and couldn’t even bring himself to continue jerking off, just watch in fascination at (y/n) as he moved slowly up and down, the dildo disappearing and reappearing in his ass. his legs were wide open, giving chan a nice look at all of him: his dick, his balls, his ass and the dildo deep inside of it.

“god, you feel so good. do you like seeing me like this for you, chris? do you like seeing me take your cock so well?” (y/n) asked rhetorically, looking at his webcam once again. chan felt special, he felt like it was only (y/n) and him in his room. chan, for once, forgot about the concept of porn in all of its counterfeit. he forgot about the other 5,000 viewers that probably felt the same way as chan in that moment. it felt real to him, and maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge. he felt like he could cum in seconds if he started to jack off again, and he didn’t want to cum yet. he waited, taking in (y/n). he watched as (y/n) would lift himself off of the dildo,

only to force himself back onto it, the base meeting his ass. every time (y/n) pulled up, strings of lube stuck. it was messy and chan loved it. the small boy was covered in sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face. only the sweet sounds of (y/n) forcing himself onto his dildo and loud whines and moans were heard through chan’s monitor. still riding the dildo, (y/n) rested his arms in front of him to hold him up, forcing his pecs together in order to mimic breasts forced together. they bounced a little from the constant motion of (y/n) pounding himself on his dildo.

(y/n) looked up again, “do you want to fuck yourself between them? cum on them? i’d let you do anything you want to me, chris.” he smiled, blushed cheeks and sweat accompanying his face as well.

this triggered something in chan. he usually wasn’t the one to pursuit so called “femboys.” he was bisexual, sure, but he loved both the feminine aspect of some women and the masculine aspect of some men. he never thought to let it interchange with one another, but chan wasn’t so sure anymore. seeing (y/n) wearing a woman’s lace bra, even the smallest detail of the bounce his pecs would do when he’d slam himself back onto his dildo did something to chan he couldn’t rightfully explain or fully comprehend. though, he didn’t really care either. all he wanted in that moment was to cum to (y/n).

chan’s eyes switched every so often. he didn’t know what he wanted to keep his eyes on more: (y/n)‘s glistering pecs or his bouncing dick. curses fell from (y/n)’s mouth, notioning that he was close.

“fuck, you feel so good, chris…holy shit…please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” drive took over chan, and he couldn’t help but to indulge and please himself to (y/n). he was desperate and wanted to cum, so he started out as rough and aggressive with himself. each pounding (y/n)‘s ass would take only caused chan’s dick to inch closer to release.

“haa~ fuck, so close. mm, please, chris, cum in me. please~” hearing (y/n) beg caused the already present knot in his tummy to accentuate. he felt himself come close, his tip throbbing and profusely leaking. he wanted nothing more than to fuck that small ass of (y/n)‘s; wanted nothing more than to make him cry all because of his big cock.

chan threw his head back, fucking into his hand like it was the small boy on his screen.

“fuck- gonna cum. please, cum with me, chris. please, fuck me until you fill me up.” (y/n) begged. his voice was shaky and raised a few octaves now. his whines were beautiful, chan could of swore that (y/n) was crying at one point from how needy his voice sounded when he begged.

small trails of curses were whined under (y/n)‘s breath before it all came to a stop, the continuously clumsy slaps of (y/n)’s dildo meeting his ass and chan’s sloppy fucks still quietly heard in his room.

chan knew that (y/n) came and was continuing to ride out his high of his orgasm. (y/n)‘s whining and moans pushed chan over the edge, forcing his dick to twitch and coat cum over chan’s hand and a bit of his shirt as well. chan groaned deeply, trying not to be too loud in caution of the other members.

as chan rode out his high, slowly stroking his cum-covered cock, eyelids slightly closed and breath heavy, he watched (y/n) again. he was now trying to catch his breath as well, and slowly raised himself off of his dildo. he sat it next to him, and raised his hand that was also coated in some of his cum. he forced his fingers into his mouth, tasting and swallowing himself.

“you taste so good, chris. i wish i could’ve felt your cum coat my insides though.” he continued to wipe some off the cum that was dripping off of his cock, and wiped his on his tongue, showing his audience. (y/n) never took his eyes away from the webcam, and continued to lick his fingers like it was the best meal he’d ever have. his eyes were semi-closed, and his body was very clearly tired from getting pounded into.

(y/n) lightly giggled, “my body’s so tired from your dick, chris. i’m always tired after i cum, but i think your cock really did a number on me. i can hardly hold myself up.” it was true. he was hardly able to keep his eyes open, let alone get up to end the live.

still in nothing but his bra, he struggled to find steady composure as his knees were wobbly and he began to limp. he picked a blanket up from his bed, wrapping it around his slim body. (y/n) was undoubtedly cute in chan’s eyes.

(y/n) mustered up enough strength to approach his desk where his webcam was located.

“i really hope you enjoyed, chris. thank you for donating, sir. i hope i can pound myself to you again soon, your cock was amazing…bye, sir.” (y/n) waved lightly, his body was giving in to the comedown of his previous orgasm. (y/n) kissed his viewers goodbye and ended the live.

chan looked at the end screen for a bit, trying to take in everything he has just done. he was even still shocked that he donated $100 to (y/n). he decided it was best to shower to rinse himself free of his cum. no matter how tired he physically was, chan couldn’t put off the thought of (y/n). he replayed the whole scene in his head, eventually needing to jack himself off again due to how hard he got due to a simple thought of (y/n). maybe chan was more intrigued with (y/n) than he thought.

(potential part 2?!)

xo, kai <3.

[ledalasombra]

The Granddaughter - Chapter 4 - Little reveals

"Media? If he's famous, the paparazzi must have made a mess of the relationship," Tim commented as he took a sip of his coffee.

Alfred noticing the matter, called attention to the preselnce of the two at the door, causing the room to be silent.

"He was a model…" Marinette replied in a low tone when she noticed the silence and everyone's attention on her. "He gave up his career when his father disappeared."

"A pity the boy had to go through that. Adrien is a good boy, and he didn't deserve to lose his father so soon after finding his mother and no matter how bad his father was, the boy should try to keep the good memories…"

"Gabriel Agreste is probably the worst person I've ever met in my life Jagged." Marinette spoke calmly, taking a deep breath "I'm sorry to cut you off, but after I had to take Adrien to the hospital at least three times in less than a year because of the absurd diet his father made him follow and of the countless times he's come to my house hungry because he's gone more than 12 hours without a proper food, I refuse to hear anything good about him."

"Oh Mari I'm sorry. I know you don't like talking about him, it's totally my fault" Jagged tried to apologize but she just shook her head slightly.

"Water under the bridge Jagged, don't worry." She looked at Alfred who rubbed her hand lightly to assure her that everything was fine. "Excuse my rudeness, good night everyone! Mr. Wayne, Damian, it's nice to see you." She smiled slightly, cutting the subject short. "Jagged didn't inform me that we would be coming here today, as usual I'll just find out where I'm going when I get to the place."

"Hey, that's not true.." he spoke with his hand on his chest pretending to be offended

Penny smiled looking at her husband beside her "unfortunately she's right, she only found out when she got in the car. I didn't know you knew Mari"

"Oh! Penny, Jagged, let me introduce you to my grandfather Alfred Pennyworth. He is Julia's father" Marinette spoke with a wide smile and a lot of pride, looking at her grandfather, hugging him from the side. "He is simply the best person in my life. I certainly would not have survived the last 5 years without him."

Alfred returned the hug, lightly rubbing his granddaughter's head. It wasn't common to see him so openly show affection, not that the older one didn't show it in general, but he was very attached to etiquette in front of other people. "You're going to be fine" he spoke softly in her ear seeing her just nod positively. He lightly rubbed her head with his hand, turning his attention back to the couple.

"No way Alfie! How could that be? And I thought I was going to surprise him…."

"Mr. and Mrs. Stone, Mari is my only blood family and, after hearing all the stories possible from her about the interaction between you, I can only thank you for the care you both have taken with her." Alfred told the couple "actually the family didn't know about her existence until yesterday…"

"So let me introduce you to my friend of many years. Bruce Wayne this is my niece Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Marie from Luck Charm, my fashion designer for the last four years…" Jagged spoke excitedly. Marinette smiled, greeting the older Wayne again.

"It's nice to see you. Jagged has been talking about you and your family for some time now and I can tell you it's nice to be able to put a face to every story. However, I must say I can't put you in most of the situations he described. "

"Should I care about what was said?" Bruce commented smiling and looking towards Jagged.

"Only if I decide to talk about them" Marinette completed looking at Bruce and smiling genuinely.

"Then I shouldn't worry about what Jagged and Alfred say about you. Let me introduce you to my children." He turned around pointing to the others in the room "This is my oldest, Richard Grayson-Wayne…" he said pointing to him.

"You can call me Dick, short for Richard… " Dick spoke cutting off what Bruce was saying. "You really look like Julia. Your mother was an amazing person from what I remember of her."

"Thank you. I don't remember her very well but Alfred always talk about her."

"This is my second oldest Jason Todd-Wayne" Bruce said.

"Oh… you were the guy from yesterday, who talked about the curves… of my motorcycle" Marinette spoke slowly, with a playful smile, which earned a few chuckles from around the room.

"It's a pleasure sunshine… " Jason replied laughing and shaking her hand.

"The one with the coffee is my second youngest Timothy Drake-Wayne" she smiled slightly greeting Tim from afar, where he looked at her a little scared.

"He is fine?" She spoke looking at Alfred and then Bruce

"You're Marie…" he said still on cloud nine "...and Alfred knew all this time?" Tim looked at the older man and only received a slight smile in return.

"It's not a secret of mine to tell master Tim" commented the butler….

Tim approached looking at Marinette in the eyes and then taking her hands. "Marry me?" She looked at him with wide eyes "You're the best designer I've ever seen in my entire life! You're smart, beautiful and Alfred's granddaughter…"

Marinette looked at him desperately hearing Jagged and Jason laugh behind her. She looked nervously at her grandfather who just shook his head. "Um… I don't think that's a good idea?"

"Master Tim, I suggest you sleep after dinner and I'll be clearing out all the coffee until you get a decent amount of sleep…."

Marinette frowned, looking at him sympathetically… "I'm sorry about that…" she said watching him walk away, looking at Bruce who pinched the bridge of his nose in a clear sign of tiredness.

"My youngest, Damian Wayne, who you met yesterday…" the young adult just nodded slightly towards her in greeting.

"It's a pleasure to see you Damian." she smiled slightly towards the boy.

"I'm going to finish setting the table for dinner. If you can all make your way to the dining room, everything will be ready in a few minutes." said the butler.

" Do you need some help?" Marinette asked, looking at her grandfather.

"Don't worry my dear, you are a guest." the older one responded by patting her hand, then moving away. The young woman just nodded, turning her attention to the other members of the room.

"Jagged mentioned yesterday that you moved to Gotham to study, correct? With so many universities in Europe and the region being so well recognized, why come to America?" Bruce asked, seeing the young woman take a seat next to Jagged.

"Actually, it wasn't such a difficult decision. My grandfather lives here, I spent my whole life away from him, for me it was the most logical thing. My parents are great people, but I always missed him by my side." She paused as if thinking briefly about what to say, "Besides, Paris has become a city with a lot of memories that I'd like to leave in the past."

"Hawkmorth left a deep mark on everyone." Jagged completed by speaking seriously for the first time.

"But people are healing, that's what matters. Plus Gotham has one of the best universities in the world which will certainly help me a lot with Luck Charm."

"It must have been pretty hard living all that time under the pressure of not being able to release your feelings in a decent way" Dick commented sympathetically.

"Everyone did what they could to not get akumatized. And those who couldn't or didn't care... people just wished it wasn't so bad." She spoke with a faraway look

"And how it is?" Damian asked, causing her to turn her attention to him, not understanding the question. Dick looked at him scolding him "What's it like to be akumatized?" She looked him in the eyes, but before she even answered, Penny did.

"I don't think Mari is the best person to answer since she has never been akumatized" Penny commented, hugging the young woman from the side.

"There were some very close situations... in one of the most extreme cases he called the akuma back. Not being akumatized is probably the hardest thing to do, but I managed it and I believe meditation and my family at the time were what got me helped. I also talked to Alfred quite often. I think knowing how to address stress and feelings was what helped me the most." She commented with a tight smile.

"I believe it's best that we direct the conversation to the dining room." Alfred spoke completely cutting the subject. Everyone got up, following Alfred to the dining room, not being able to notice some exchanges of glances between the family.

Dinner passed with light conversation about Jagged's tour accompanied by delicious food served by Alfred. Jokes and puns were thrown in during dinner, setting a mild mood, very different from earlier in the evening, where the atmosphere was tense.

“Hey Alfie, dinner was wonderful. I already missed your food, there's no place that can do what you do…” commented Jagged excitedly “I'll invite myself to eat here whenever I'm in Gotham…”

"Jagged... you can't just invite yourself into people's homes..." Marinette commented, rubbing her forehead and shaking her head.

“Oh M, I already do that with Tom and Sabine. You know very well that this is true. Your parents and Alfred are the best…”

“I'm glad you enjoyed the food, Mr. Stone. I suggest you finish your conversation in the living room and I'll bring you all tea in a minute." the butler commented getting up, watching the others leave next. Marinette watched the others leave, gathering some plates to help her grandfather.

“Do you think you can come to lunch with me tomorrow? We really need to talk…” the young woman said gathering all the dishes and taking them calmly to a cart that was in the corner of the dining room.

"I'll be there. Did anything happen besides the pending conversation?” the older one replied looking at her intently, studying her reactions. She looked at him without answering and they were both silent for a few seconds.

“I need to have a breakdown before answering this question, but we can say that the night has not been very easy… The conversation with Adrien was difficult and all the questions today were not very helpful…”

"I'm going to make you some tea to help you relax… In the meantime, we'll talk and you can explain to me what's going on in that head of yours that's always full…" the eldest smiled lightly, heading towards the kitchen with his granddaughter right behind him.

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"What possessed you to ask those kinds of questions Damian? I think it was clear that Parisians have a hard time with the whole Hawkmorth situation… We're not in an interrogation…" Dick spoke to the younger one when they both fell further behind when left the dining room.

"Tt. It's obvious to me that she knows something… The whole situation in Paris was very closely guarded, we don't have much information about what really happened these years…"

"Damian… Alfred asked that there be no involvement on our part. We all agreed not to delve into her life… "

"I, as an outsider of the situation, was trying to understand what went on in Paris. I wasn't looking at anything in her life… " the young man stopped to look the older one in the eye "I just think from the way she spoke and her reaction, she was involved..."

"Where is she? I didn't see her go by with the others…" Dick asked looking where they came from.

"She was talking to Alfred." Damian ended the conversation and walked back to the living room. He didn't intend to stay long, but he didn't want to be lectured by his father. Dick stopped for a few seconds, going back the way he did earlier and going to the kitchen, where he could hear part of their conversation.

___

"Adrien is trying to convince me to go back to London." She spoke as soon as they entered the kitchen. She was clearly uncomfortable with her conversation with her ex. "My presence wasn't doing him any good grandpa"

He sighed looking at his granddaughter "You need to worry a little about yourself too Mari. You need to be sure of what you want and what you need." He paused, reaching over and holding both of her hands. "Let's try to explain it piece by piece. Why do you think your presence hurts him?"

"He has nightmares seeing me… " she stopped talking closing her eyes “...during the last encounter everything got out of control and…"

"Calm down my love. Take your time…" he rubbed her hand lightly trying to be supportive.

"He thinks that because he couldn't protect me on the last day, because he saw me... he thinks that being by my side is putting me in danger. He pulled away and when he said it was better that we broke up, I ended up accepting it." she opened her eyes letting a tear fall. Marinette was going to continue but before she could say anything, she looked her grandfather in the eyes and stopped, pressing her lips together. "It's better if we talk when we're in a place where no one can hear us…"

"Hum…" the butler paused looking at her "we'll talk better tomorrow, ok?" She nodded.

"I'll understand your calmness about this whole situation as a vote of confidence but I don't like it…" He smiled slightly with the younger girl's sentence moving away. He put the water on to boil in the kettle, watching as she approached and stopped next to the marble cupboard in the center of the kitchen. He walked over to her, holding her hand "Do you trust me?"

"My life and more" she answered honestly and without hesitation.

"Then get that worry out of your head… " he said placing his index finger on her head. Marinette just pursed her lips, looking at him "Worry about what is necessary. I'll be by your side to solve what you need" Alfred caressed her face, seeing his granddaughter nod positively, leading them both to the door right away. As soon as he got to the door, both stopped and Alfred addressed the guy who was on his back playing with his cell phone "do you need anything Master Dick?"

….

Dick returned to the kitchen, stopping in the hallway when he heard the voices of Alfred and Marinette.

"He has nightmares seeing me... during the last encounter everything got out of control and…" 

 "Calm down my love. Take your time…"

"He thinks that because he couldn't protect me on the last day, because he saw me... he thinks that being by my side is putting me in danger. He pulled away and when he said it was better that we broke up, I ended up accepting it." Dick heard Marinette talking, noticing that they both stopped talking for a few moments. He was going to move, but stopped when he heard the young woman continue "It's better if we talk when we're in a place where no one can hear us…"

Dick was standing next to the kitchen for about 5 minutes and he was sure no one heard him coming, so how? He never understood how Alfred managed to sense his presence even when he didn't make a sound in the dark. Even after years he had come to simply accept that his grandfather just managed to be always present. Finding out that her granddaughter could do something similar was intriguing to say the least. Was it a family thing? Dick took the cell phone sending message in the group chat that has only his brothers.

Group Chat: The war zone

The First One

She certainly knows about what happened and from what I understand, so does Alfred.

It's scary how they manage to talk without saying anything...

I think it runs in the family, she knew I was down the hall in less than 5 minutes….

The Best One

I said she knew something. Pennyworth must explain to us later.

Richard was about to respond to the group when he heard Alfred speak behind him. He noticed that the cell phone started to be bombarded with a lot of messages, keeping it in his pants pocket.

"Do you need anything Master Dick?"

"Alfred! I came to get Marinette, she wasn't with the others…" he said smiling gallantly as he looked at the two. Marinette looked him up and down, taking a deep breath...

"And here I thought only Mr Wayne was like that…"

"Marinette…" Alfred spoke in a scolding tone.

"What? Seriously grandpa, Mr Wayne acted exactly the same yesterday… This family is very strange…" she said as she walked a little further ahead and Alfred shook his head negatively at the interaction.

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Please go easy on me guys I'm not the best writer and this is my first fanfiction. Anyways... this is the first installment in my series rewrite. It's going to be a Sam x Reader and possibly Dean x Reader. This is an 18+ series and will include canon level violence, eventual graphic smut, dark, and is a slow burn.

My body trembled and my heart raced as tears streamed down my face, their salty taste filling my mouth. I wanted to kill them. An innocent family. I wanted to kill them. The thought disgusted and delighted me at the same time. The mother clutched her daughter in her arms and whispered that everything would be okay. The father was already dead. I had stabbed him. Again, and again. Now, as I raise my hunter's knife over the two of them, I can't help but look into the mirror on the wall, dark, blood-red eyes staring back at me. I smile at myself and bring the knife down...

You woke up to the sound of your screams. The nightmare and the images of the blood-soaked family burned brightly in your mind. You sighed before turning on the lamp next to you, which dimly lit the crappy motel room. The nightmare had felt so real, so alive. "There's no way I'm going back to sleep now," you mumbled aloud.

After lying in bed for a moment, trying to calm yourself and stop shaking, you got up and went to the small bathroom.  The nightmare had been so real, so vivid. The old faucet made a high-pitched whine, and you flinched before the water started to flow. You leaned down and splashed your face, hoping the cool water would wake you up. Your tank top and shorts cling to your skin, wet with your sweat, making you shiver involuntarily. You look up, part of you expecting to see the same blood red eyes you saw in your dream. But to your relief, you see your normal self, albeit with your tangled hair and the purple bags under your normal blue eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door to your room open.

"Fuck," you muttered, fear clutching at your stomach. You weren't here with anyone or expecting anyone. You grabbed one of your knives from the top of the sink, you were in the habit of keeping a weapon in every room and turned off the light in the bathroom. You decided to hide in the shower, closing the curtain as quietly as possible. You planned to wait until whoever was there entered the bathroom, after all, you did not know who or what was out there, and it was better to be safe than sorry. You listened for a moment and heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. "There's one of them," you thought after hearing the footsteps. The door slowly creaked open and you held your breath, clutching your knife and taking a defensive position. The curtain was suddenly pulled open, and you did not hesitate to lunge forward with the knife. The man grabbed your empty arm and twisted it behind your back, holding my knife-wielding hand in front of him. You quickly pulled his leg out from under him, but his grip on you caused you both to lose your balance and fall through the bathroom door. You landed on top of him and held the knife to his throat. Though the room was dimly lit, you could see that toothy smile and emerald eyes everywhere. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the knife away from his throat. 

"What the fuck Dean?!" I yell.

"Hey, sweetheart," he replies, smirking. Only then do you notice the position you're in, practically straddling Dean. You immediately get off of him before offering him your hand, which he gladly accepts. As soon as he stands, he wraps his arms around you. 

"It's good to see you." You smile as you put your arms around him. You pull away and your expression darkens. 

"But I swear to God, Winchester, if you ever scare me like that again, I will cut your dick off." You say sternly. He chuckles at your comment. "Yes ma'am."

You walk over to the mini fridge in the motel room and grab two beers. After twisting off the tops, you hand one to Dean. 

"So, what are you doing here?" You ask, turning to face him.

"I wanted to surprise you." He replies gruffly. "Love the outfit by the way." He adds smirking. My face turns red at his comment as I realize how short my shorts are.

"Shut up." You mutter as he laughs. "How did you find me anyway?" 

"Bobby," he replies, sitting down at the small table in the room.

"Of course," You can't help but snort. As his daughter he was very protective and always knew where you were. 

"Well, I don't suppose you're just dropping by to say hello, are you?" You took a seat across from him, it had been six months since you had last seen him, and he looked different, tired. 

"I wish." He mumbled. "My dad's on a case."

"Oh? The great John Winchester needs backup?" You say sarcastically. You stop when you see his face, something is wrong. "Dean?" 

"He's out on a case and I haven't heard from him in three weeks." 

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"Kindred Spirits" Chapt. 3

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: In this chapter, we get some more of Aemond's perspective and his first impression of the reader. Feedback is welcome and appreciated! <3

TW: afab!reader, soulmate AU, talk about religion/piety, arranged marriage, Aemond being an arrogant and insecure dick

Summary: Being a highborn lady, a love match is out of the question for you, much less a match with your soulmate. You're not even told about the intricacies of what meeting your soulmate entails. When you are tricked into a betrothal to Aemond Targaryen by your parents, you don't know how to handle things. The Prince's cold demeanor is off-putting, but he is also the only one who is willing to help you, the only one you can depend on. Just how is all this going to play out?

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„So they caught you too now, I see. Enjoy your last moments of freedom.“

„We must all face the walk to the gallows one day.“

„Best hope she’s pliable, brother.“

„You have me to thank for I prepared you for your wedding night.“

Those were the comments Crown Prince Aegon thought to be appropriate to say the moment he knew of his brother’s betrothal. They were said through giggles, hiccups, and the wiggling of eyebrows - with a cup of Dornish wine in hand. Aemond knew better than to give his red-faced brother the satisfaction of a reaction to his words, merely rolling his eyes. He had hoped against hope that his brother would take the news maturely, and not slur these vulgar comments completely unbecoming of a Crown Prince.

But now that Prince Aemond found himself in the chamber that the Queen had chosen in a calm part of the Keep, he truly did feel like a lamb led to slaughter. He couldn’t help it, as much as he told himself to keep it together, to force his mind to understand that this was his duty - a duty that hundreds of his ancestors had done before him, so that he could have the honour to do now as they had done then – he couldn’t help the sense of doom, that hung over him like a heavy black cloud.

His mother simply offered him a compassionate smile when she saw him pacing the room nervously, fidgeting with his hands, biting the skin around his nails. She didn’t think that he was aware of how much of his anxiety he was showing – he was so completely occupied with his thoughts that he didn’t notice what his body was doing. Yet, when he heard the two voices outside the doors coming closer, he stood still as if rooted to the spot, looking at his mother, wide-eyed. Then he jumped into action, in two quick strides he was by her side, adjusting his eyepatch and smoothing down his jacket. The prideful facade was back up. He chose to keep his hands clasped in front of his body, but immediately changed his mind and decided to put them behind his back when he noticed that they were shaking.

His body had betrayed his mind. The Prince had been convinced that he was well prepared, that he would be calm – after all, he had gone through every possible scenario, knew how he would choose to react to each of them. Yet, his heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he could barely hear the servant's voice when he announced Lord Barryn and his daughter.

The tension that he thought would rip apart his body that instant lessened when she entered. The anxious anticipation was over. It was done. There was no retreating now.

He felt silly when his first thought was criticism of Lord Barryn’s decision making. What kind of portrait painter did the House Barryn employ? Usually, nobility tended to encourage the painter to portray his subjects in a more…comely fashion - in the case of the Barryn’s, the opposite seemed to be the case. It wasn’t that the young Lady Barryn looked completely different, he had simply gotten so used to the specific features in the portraits that he had studied meticulously for hours. She looked better than he had anticipated was all.

His mother was overjoyed at the young lady’s arrival. Of course, she found a few quick words of welcome for Lord Barryn, but the introduction Aemond had been preparing for for months now, was cut short, as his mother seemed to want the young lady’s company all for herself.

The Queen introduced them to each other, but before he could get a word in, Lady Barryn was already under the scrutiny of his mother. He even missed the opportunity to get a better look at her face, as he was bowing his head slightly when they were introduced, as was custom, and then she was already whisked away by the Queen. Baffled, he watched the situation as it unfolded before him.

The Queen couldn’t contain her excitement as she was taking a good look at Lady Barryn from all sides, squeezing the lady’s hands in hers, even caressing her face, and finding words of welcome Prince Aemond had never heard her speak before.

He sensed that something was amiss though, when he caught a glimpse of the face of his intended. What had been light puzzlement before, had now turned into earnest confusion. His mother must have realized the same, as she took a step back, feeling that her behaviour was slightly exaggerated.

Lady Barryn had turned to her father, and Aemond watched the silent exchange of words between them intently, with crossed arms. Something was going on here, and he wasn’t aware of what it was. He hadn’t prepared for a scenario like this.

But then she snapped her head around and he knew instantly that the pure horror on her face was intended for him. It dawned on him that his mother probably hadn’t sent any portraits of him – Lady Barryn didn’t know that he was the one she was supposed to marry...She hadn’t been told about his missing eye.

Of course, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to marry someone who was pleasant to look at, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of disenchantment. Up until now he had had the hope that she would see him differently than the ladies at court. He had spent hours looking at her face in the portraits, reading the letters over and over again that described her character and habits in more detail. He convinced himself that he did all this to prepare himself for the upcoming introduction to his betrothed. Yet, as much as wanted to keep a realistic perspective on his engagement, knowing that it was a purely political deal, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she would accept his appearance as it was. It was one of his innermost desires, to find someone with whom he would belong, someone who was free from prejudice, someone who could offer him a fresh start at life – of course, he couldn’t admit that to himself, his entire carefully built facade would crumble if he did. He had put his most ardent wishes on a piece of canvas, and now he had to face his punishment for getting his hopes up – the cruel realisation that she was nothing like he had hoped. Needless to say, he only had himself to blame. The cruel side of him looked on in merciless satisfaction as the small hopeful part of his mind was obliterated. He deserved this feeling of shame – his defeatist side was right: he shouldn’t have hoped.

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke her first words after the initial shock. „W-what?“ Yet, he heard her loud and clear. „Why didn’t you-“, she pleaded, but was instantly interrupted by the hushed voice of her father. Then a short moment later, she turned around to his mother and him again. Aemond had been straining to hear her whispers before, so he almost flinched, as her voice seemed abnormally loud when she spoke normally again. „Right!“, she said, exhaling sharply.

He wasn’t sure whom she was trying to convince with that plastered smile, but it fooled his mother apparently. He attentively mustered the young lady while she exchanged pleasantries with the Queen. Careful not to seem too interested, he exchanged a polite smile with Lord Barryn, to whom his mother soon turned her attention.

„Lord Barryn, I take it the crossing wasn’t as calm as I had hoped ?“

Good Gods, could she make her intentions anymore obvious?

„You must tell me more about your journey here while I show you the gardens, the blood-blooms are so beautiful this time of year!“

If he wasn’t so intent on portraying self-assuredness, Aemond would’ve looked down to the floor, and prayed to the Seven that it might open and swallow him whole. He couldn’t endure bearing witness to this embarrassing attempt at tactfulness.

After bowing slightly to his mother and Lord Barryn when they left, he took his usual position again. Crossed arms, head held high, stubbornly staring at the wall across the room.

If she was so shallow as to not approach him because of a simple scar, she was much more vapid than he had thought. He didn’t want to marry her any more than she wanted to marry him! He had no need of someone who judged him at once on their first encounter.

Of course, he had noticed her examining gaze before, he immediately recognized it - it was this sort of gaze that he had grown up with. Inquisitive, disparaging, condemning.

He swore by the seven Hells that he would not give her the pleasure of trying to start this conversation, forced on them by their parents.

„I take it you knew, my Lord?“, Lady Barryn interrupted his thoughts then, lifting her chin arrogantly.

Knew what? That he would marry her? That they were betrothed? Of course he did. The question almost made him laugh out loud. What kind of betrothal would it be if one of the parties wasn’t aware of the fact that – oh.

No , surely, they would have told her about – it was no matter! It wasn’t his fault that they found themselves in this situation, and nothing changed about the fact that she was as arrogant and judgmental as the rest of the ladies in King’s Landing. He refused to feel any sort of compassion for her.

„I did“, he said quickly. Maybe this was the reason she was so thorny – what he had noticed of her character so far didn’t fit his mother’s description at all. Nobody would be pleasant to be around if they had just found out that they were tricked into marriage. He wondered if he would want to marry her even less than he already did if she really was deceived into all this.

Aemond noticed that no word came from the Lady in front of him, making this entire situation even more unpleasant. Apparently, she was more stubborn than he had gathered from the descriptions in the letters.

„I was told about your family background, the house Barryn, your faith, your personal interests, your talents -“, he listed, before being rudely interrupted by Lady Barryn.

„Pray tell, what don’t you know about me?“ She sounded truly frustrated with his knowledge about her person, even if it wasn’t much. The things he listed about her were the simple basics. He had been given this knowledge about all the ladies who were suggested to him. However, if she thought that this was a lot already, he wondered how much she knew of him? It couldn’t be much if she was already so upset about the few things he had just told her. Of course, he wouldn’t tell her about him reading her parents’ letters, or asking the Queen for more details.

This was getting more disagreeable by the second. Awkwardly, he put his clammy hands behind his back. He was still a man of honour, as stubborn as he was. So in order to not embarrass her further, he kept quiet. He was positive that Lady Barryn would go up in flames, should she get to hear all the things he knew.

As honourable as his intention was, his action seemed to have the opposite effect of what he was hoping to achieve.

His silence only seemed to have confirmed her worst beliefs.

„Right,“ she said quickly, smoothing down her skirts. He knew this gesture to be one of nervousness; he did the same thing with his eyepatch or his jacket when he tried to reassure himself in uncomfortable situations.

„I believe this matter to be settled then. Please excuse me, my Lord, I’m excruciatingly tired from the journey.“

He only realised what had happened when she had already curtseyed and was on her way out the door. He didn’t expect her to leave so quickly, this was the first time they had gotten the opportunity to get to know each other, at least a little bit.

Aemond didn’t know what had come over him, but he reached out for her, knowing that he could never bring himself to say that he wanted them to continue their conversation.

She caught his movement from the corner of her eye though, and her reaction was immediate.

„Don’t! Touch me“, she hissed, making him withdraw his hand at once. He shouldn’t have insisted after that clear demand.

Aemond hoped that making one bad decision after the other would not become a habit. He truly did not know what drove him to call out Lady Barryn’s first name, but he regretted it the moment he did it. The barely concealed fury in her eyes belied the calmness in her words that shot from her mouth the moment she heard him say the name that was usually reserved for peope whom one was close with.

„You may not call me by my given name, my Lord. I’m still Lady Barryn to you!“ And then she took off.

Prince Aemond was stunned. Nobody had ever dared to speak to him like this, except his close family. He had never seen that somebody whom he had just gotten to know would express themselves like that towards a Prince.

Who did Lady Barryn think she was? First talking to him like that, and then stomping away like an angry little child?

-

Prince Aemond had withdrawn to his chambers after what he could only describe as a most embarrassing introduction and enfuriating half-conversation. He slouched lazily in an armchair by the fireplace now, staring into the crackling flames, thoughts running wild.

The behaviour Lady Barryn had displayed had been childish, to say the least. She hadn’t even had the decency to look embarrassed! And this woman was meant to be his bride.

„Good Gods“, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Was this what they meant by „most holy tradition of marriage“? The „most sacred bond“? He felt anything but a sacred bond to that lady.

Aegon would have a field day if he ever found out how their presentation to each other went. Knowing his brother, Aemond was sure that Aegon would examine the couple closely as soon as he had the opportunity to do so, looking for any sort of disagreement for his personal entertainment.

Aemond had been convinced that his future bride would be honourable, noble, pleasant, agreeable – whatever words his mother had used to describe her. Instead she was immature, mulish, and outrageously insolent. Unfortunately he had to admit that she was pleasant to look at – but this was the first and last positive thing he could think of.

He only hoped that she would have enough sense to understand that a good first impression was of the highest importance. If she chose to behave the way she did with him in front of his whole family… no, he didn’t dare think about it! The fools from court would be watching them like hawks, eager for an opportunity for gossip and schemes, Aemond knew that.

Wrought-up, he left his chair, now picking up his personal copy of The Seven-Pointed Star from his own collection of books. The only sensible thing to do in a situation like this was to pray for a miracle.

Chapter Four

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[kittenintheden]

okay listen I'm so tired lol

I am a fandom old. I've been around the freaking block like eight dozen times. I'm at the point in my life where I enjoy media because it's FUN and ENRICHING for me personally, rather than something I base my identity on. I adore the community that happens in fan spaces (mostly).

here is why I never trust an anon that's clearly just being a dick: I've been in way to many scenarios where people who aren't even invested in the thing just think it's so fucking funny to watch segments of a community fight with each other. it tickles some part of their lizard brain. their mom never taught them not to be an asshole to strangers. idk.

there's a political term that you may or may not be familiar with called astroturfing. it's frequently used in marketing and politics to falsely create the image of vast public support for something that doesn't actually have all that much natural support. for example, people who don't especially have strong feelings about trans issues being encouraged/paid/instructed to respond to any and all trans support a certain way. responding to blogs, sending letters to the editor, posting on message boards, etc. their goal is to create a broad public perception that most people are anti-trans (untrue).

and it works. entire fucking laws and legislation and protests and fearmongering come out of that shit. people make up FAKE PROBLEMS (cis men dressing up like women to go be pervy in public bathrooms???) and spread the word via bad actors and controlling the public discourse. the media conglomerate that gamed Facebook to disproportionately support asshole authoritarian alt-right clowns and got them elected was EXCELLENT at it.

a similar thing can happen in fandom, ESPECIALLY when that fandom is a haven for women, POC, queer folk, and other minorities. you guys might remember GamerGate and SadPuppies? yeah all those fuckers are still active and still purposely being shitty at every given opportunity because they think it's funny to make the "libs" fight amongst themselves.

look up #yourslipisshowing if you're not familiar. it was a movement by Black Twitter (specifically Black WOMAN Twitter) to expose bad actors who would create accounts posing as Black woman activists, learn the surface-level terminology, and just purposely cause discord in leftist spaces under the ever-familiar activist method of "being morally pure is a thing that can exist."

anyway: any time I get an ask or comment without a name attached that is very obviously intended to poke me in a sore spot, I delete that shit and assume it's some fucker trying to start fan drama for kicks. even if I'm wrong, I still don't need to feed into that shit. this is my fun, happy space. I'm an activist and do activist shit and get angry at the world in real life, I don't need it in my little fandom corner of the internet too.

which is not to say that shitty fans and shitty fandom takes don't really exist. they very much do. but I don't give them much air unless there's an actual name attached. and even THEN it can be hit or miss because people can and do create fake accounts if they're especially dedicated to being a shithead.

so: if you're minding your business and some goober comes into your ask box with shit that's clearly intended to push a button, give it like 24 hours to cool down and decide if it's actually worth it to respond. for me, most of the time I determine that it's not.

don't get me wrong. calling out bad behavior in fandom IS IMPORTANT and SHOULD BE DONE. I just also think it's important to try and find the joy and camaraderie in these spaces as much as possible and that people who try to disrupt that for jollies suck real bad and give a disproportionate perception of "what X fans are like."

in summary, my philosophy is be the best person you can be, be as kind as is warranted, focus on the parts of your fandom that make you happiest, and carry a big stick for when the jerks won't take a hint.

also like. shitting on other characters to prop up your fave is such a freaking middle school move. are you in middle school? if so, I'm sorry. if not, I'm still sorry, but for a different reason.

[meyerlansky]

gonna get REAL snippy about some disk horse tonight: i am real fuckin' fed up of seeing everyone who felt impacted by the idea that astarion might be asexual or aspec in some way feel like they have to qualify their interpretation of a canonically sex-repulsed character openly discussing that sex repulsion in a way that is very resonant for a lot of asexual people. i am really fucking tired of the fact that everyone talking about astarion maybe even possibly being some variety of aspec feels COWED into couching it in "it's just a headcanon, it's just something that felt important to me personally! i'm not saying anyone else has to agree, it's just that it resonated for me."

i get not wanting to impose your reading of the text on other people—there are a fuckton of posts floating around about how that's a shitty thing to do and how x read isn't any more canon than y read and people who insist x IS more canon than y are jerks. and i don't disagree! people who insist there's One Canon in a choice-centric RPG are fucking dicks.

but i was also here in 2014, at the peak of exclusionist discourse, when every single time someone said "it's not that i have a problem with asexual people, i just wish they weren't taking up the resources meant for [REAL gay people/rape survivors/people dealing with comphet/etc]." what they actually meant was "I will not be satisfied until you shut the fuck up and never talk about your experiences in a place where i have to hear about it again". and it fucking worked; people recloseted themselves, blogs centered on the aspec community deactivated, real life organizations stopped explicitly including asexuality in their documentation when they had the previous year. for a solid three years, the only time any "big name blogs" mentioned asexuality was to make a joke out of it. i watched this shit happen with my own two eyes.

i don't have a problem with people who disagree with my reading of a character as asexual. i don't have a problem with allosexual people who say "this same thing resonated with me too, just in a different way" and move the fuck on. what i do have a problem with is the implicit vibe that comes up any time asexual and aspec people decide to talk about their experiences and things that resonated with them that we shouldn't take up too much space when we talk about that, because there are other people who don't feel that way and their interpretations deserve to be heard too.

i have not seen a single person on the acestarion train saying "you HAVE to think of him as asexual." i have seen multiple comments saying people who do see him as asexual are delusional or reaching, or that it's insulting—to whatever other identity—to read asexuality into his sex-repulsion. and i am really fucking annoyed [not at all surprised, but annoyed nonetheless!] that not only does the compassion for different takes not go both ways, but that people discussing their resonance with astarion from an asexual/aspec perspective are instinctually or habitually ceding ground by couching it in "you don't have to agree!" kind of statements, when that should be the fucking baseline for every single conversation about any characterization choice in, AGAIN, AN RPG BASED ON INDIVIDUAL CHOICE.

and i don't have any way to express this to the people that i actually have an issue with, because, again: asexual people relating to a character that's not explicitly stated to be asexual is treated as a joke at best and an attack on other identities at worst. but at this point, to me, calling a reading of astarion as asexual/aspec a "headcanon" is minimizing what it actually is: an interpretation of the text, supported by both dialogue and action[s], that is not monolithic but is no less "canonical" and/or rooted-in-the-text-itself than many, many other readings of his characterization, intended by the character's creator[s] or no. you're not going to catch me apologizing for how i read the character and how his dialogue resonated with me. and i don't think anyone else should feel like they have to apologize for it either.

[beelmons]

Escapade 3 - Bonus (Reid's POV)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!reader Rating: Explicit, readers under 18 are not advised to read this story. Tags: smut, best friends to lovers, possible angst at some point, porn with plot, mentions of weapons, minor OC appeareances for plot purposes, mentions of death for plot purposes, unprotected sex, reader drinks a bit of alcohol. Summary: After you leave his room with Morgan, Reid's mind drifts to unhappy places. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 / 3: Bonus | 4 | 5 | 6 A/N: Repost so it can appear in tags. If you want to be added to the tag list for future chapts, let me know in the comments or my ask! Tag list: @punkndisorderrly

Derek and Spencer loved each other. They did. Less like friends, and more like the older brother that would succeed in every way during high school and, well, Spencer. It’s not like he was jealous of him, or was he? He had just walked out with the girl he was… What? What was he doing with her? Banging her? That’s not right, it was a bit more than that, at least that’s what he tried to state for himself, but for a fact-checking genius, he was having a hard time accepting that he was, in fact, nothing to you.

He clutched the knob of the door, why wasn’t he moving? It was so easy to go out and say “Hey, Morgan, I’ll walk her to her room instead”, and it would certainly put at ease every insecurity he was feeling. With a deep breath, he let go. His sight travelled to the tea table in the middle of the room where you had been working earlier in the evening. He didn’t really feel like learning about balloon fetishists anymore. He contemplated cleaning up, but his eyes seemed tired all of a sudden. Dragging his feet, he got into bed.

You were supposed to be there, too, next to him, your lips against his skin, or his dick, or just his own. Instead, you were out there on a night walk with Derek Morgan, nonetheless. Enough. The more he let his mind wander, the further he felt like he was sinking into a no-return oblivion. He needed to forget about it. What a fun time to have an eidetic memory, wasn’t it? Or, perhaps, he was looking at it from the wrong perspective.

He was the one who had the opportunity to engrave on his mind forever the sound of your moans, the chance to memorize every nook and cranny of your body, the angle you liked to be fucked in, and the exact degree his fingers should be curled upwards to make you squirm. Without realizing it, he had gotten himself excited again. He tilted his head down, as he laid face-up on the bed, to look at his newfound issue, man, was he hoping this night would have ended differently.

Regardless of his exhaustion, he seemed unable to fall asleep, and now it was just going to get harder. Literally. Reluctantly, he decided to take his member out from his pants, he could not help but think how the last time he was so excited it had been in that utility closet with you. You clenched on him so hard, possibly because you were nervous about getting caught; his hand mimicked the pressure as it started to move up and down his shaft. He could remember every single movement, the pace he held as he fucked you from behind. The fist he had formed began to pick up its speed, and his breath seemed to follow. His mind was flooded with pictures of you, the sound of your ass against his thighs, the intense pleasure he made you feel.

He wanted to recreate the first time you were together, the extraordinary blowjob you provided when you wanted him to “relax.” He stopped his motion for a second to gather some saliva in his mouth and spread it all over his palm, within seconds his grip was back on his aching member. It wasn’t the same, of course, but it provided some relief. The lubrication helped him go faster, and the image of your mouth around him was giving him all the inspiration he needed to finish the job. His hand adjusted to the speed he was really needing, steady and slow, his hips were uncontrollable, bucking up and hard as he had done once to your mouth, the memory still vivid in this mind. His pants had gotten stronger, breathier, his mind clouded as he put more pressure on his cock. His stomach began to tense up, his climax about to reach, his free hand clung onto the bed sheets, he needed more, more of this, more of you.

As the thoughts clouded his mind and his climax reached him he allowed himself to let out a needy moan of pleasure, and yet, without noticing, your name came out his lips instead.

Not your last name, as every coworker used to call you, but your name. Your beautiful, lovely name.

Oh, no.

[cagedchoices]

Honestly though the more I see about Popular Red Dead Theories (i.e. "Abigail was a second rat/Molly was the rat all along/Molly/Karen was pregnant" or otherwise critical opinions of the women "Mary used Arthur/Sadie is a Mary Sue/Abigail nags too much/Molly is annoying" it reminds me of aall the similar things that have ever been said about Westworld characters and the double standards that exist there too.

So to start with, there's a double standard that results in a lot of pushback when it involves something like a love interest asking their lover to change for them or run away with them. Abigail and Mary in Red Dead beg John and Arthur respectively to leave their outlaw ways behind and just live a normal, honest life and they receive the brunt of criticism for having set unrealistic expectations for their men.

BUT in Westworld, Teddy is the one who dreams of asking Dolores to run away with him. He asks her to leave their pasts behind and live a domestic life together, carve out a tiny piece of the park for themselves. Nevermind that hundreds of heavily armed enemies are on their way to slaughter every host they find, "just come play cowboys and indians with me forever Dolores I know it's the last thing you want when there's an entire world out there you're not allowed to even see but I love you... Conditionally."

I suspect that because Teddy is a man - or more accurately, a robot designed to look and act like a man in every meaningful way to the point that there is functionally no difference - he got a lot less criticism about this than if you were to reverse the roles. If it was Dolores begging Teddy to quit his job as a bounty hunter I would be highly disappointed but not at all surprised if people then started calling her a nag about it and saying shit like 'well don't fall in love with a bounty hunter if you don't like what they do to put food on the table'

People will also consistently criticize and call Dolores a bitch for changing Teddy's code, but it was apparently totally fine when Arnold merged Dolores with a different character and programmed her to kill him. Likewise, they'll often call Dolores a bitch Again and blame her for manipulating Caleb and not telling him everything she knows, but. I guess it's fine that Serac/Rehoboam & Solomon systemically manipulated Caleb into capturing or killing people, and manipulated him into killing his best friend when the system decided both of them were no longer useful to its cause, and manipulated the most boring and unengaging existence Caleb could've possibly lived to keep him compliant and too shut down to want to fight back. Serac's a dick, but point this out and suddenly a bunch of people would go "wellll maybe he had a point though."

And for another common criticism, both Maeve and Dolores get hit with the Mary Sue comment often, but it happens to Maeve more frequently AND she also gets called annoying for the crime of...idk, missing her daughter? And right there is another double standard. Maeve tried to let go and move on, convince herself that the host playing the role of her daughter is someone she has no attachment to and that it wasn't real, but she couldn't. She remembers and she loves and protects that little girl as if she was real, because to Maeve, she is!

In contrast, Bernard has memories of Arnold's son Charlie and Hybrid Caleb has memories of Frankie, but these men have never even met these children who are always on their mind. There is rarely ever any critique that dives into Bernard chasing after his love of a son who hasn't existed for a very long time. As for Hybrid Caleb...

I don't know, it's like for all the hemming and hawing people do about "oh but the hosts aren't real and they never have been that's the thing" ...by the time they kill Caleb off and reintroduce fidelity testing (which still hasn't quite worked out all the bugs in the program by then) almost everyone seems okay with accepting that for all intents and purposes, Hybrid Caleb is still Caleb. He never even met Frankie before she came to rescue him, but he has all these memories of her and they motivate him to survive until he physically can't go on anymore. He never gets called annoying for this. Just Maeve. Only ever Maeve. I wonder why that is?

[cheyisagirlkisser]

CAMGIRL ELLIE

Camgirl Ellie AU: Ellie Williams x Fem! reader

Description: Ellie is a broke college student whose options are either selling weed on campus or doing filthy things on live for her mainly female audience. When another famous camgirl joins one of her lives, she is about to have the collab of a lifetime.

Content / Warnings: Femme camgirl reader, headcannon-style fic, explicit content, Jesse and Dina make cameos woah, Ellie is all cute and nervous for the first half, masturbation on camera, fingering & oral sex, use of strap-ons, reader is on receiving end, feminine reader, use of petnames (baby and mamas), breeding kinks, mult. orgasms. Enjoy the ride.

Word Count: 3.3k

★ Camgirl Ellie who is a sophomore in college, so broke and extremely desperate come with the territory. Like, Taco Bell is a luxury broke, and desperate as in she has applied to every job around campus. She even thought about dealing for a while, but as much as she loves a good smoke sesh, she'd rather not risk getting kicked out of school for something as dumb as selling blunts.

★ Camgirl Ellie who laughed when her friend Jesse suggested her being a camgirl.

"Why the fuck would I give old creepy dudes jerk-off material?"

Jesse laughed, grabbing a handful of cheetos from the bag in her hand. "Dude, you wouldn't be doing it for men. I mean, look at you." Jesse took a good, hard look at his friend; the several silver rings across her five fingers, a short-sleeve blue button up layered over a white wife-pleaser, and for god's sake, a pair of jorts that only Ellie could pull off. "You're clearly not for the male gaze."

After much (15 minutes) contemplation, she decided that maybe it'd be fun to get attention from girls and money at the same time.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is actually rather awkward and quiet around girls in the real world, cursing "fuck" under her breath when she sees a pretty girl but just doesn't know how to impress women in a way that doesn't come off as too forward or weird. That being said, she actually likes having a persona online where she can say anything she wants, and she definitely abuses the fact that she is allowed to say anything she truly feels like saying, and women will go crazy for it.

Sitting on her couch, propping up her iphone 11 on the coffee table with a pop socket she got like, 6 years ago so that the fans have a wonderful view of her stroking a strap-on with cheap lube she picked up from her local Walmart. Her bush is slightly peeking out from the harness, and the fans are getting filthy. Not as filthy as camgirl Ellie, though.

"Fuck, feels so good on my clit.." she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

dykeluvr69 commented: oh my god y'all her happy trail i'm throbbing

wet4williams commented: i wish i could ride that strap

andersonsabs33 commented: mid💀

Ellie squints, anticipating all the thirsty comments, and scoffs at one, her hand jerking away from the silicone shaft for a moment to tell off some random.

"Suck my dick, andersonabs33."

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: me next please!!

★ Camgirl Ellie who doesn't always have to be explicit to even get views. She finds that focusing the camera on her fingers while strumming her guitar can work wonders online. If she has had an exhausting day or is feeling anxious about getting naked in front of an overwhelmingly growing audience, she can always just show off her hands or say sweet things to her fans.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is not a virgin. She's had a few past girlfriends, no casual sex, but is pretty experienced from her long-term relationships. That being said, she never once has considered doing actual sex on camera for money. That changes when another famous (and nearby) camgirl joins her livestream.

Ellie's once again on her couch, two fingers doing figure eights on her clit as the view count rises. She's basically man-spreading to give her girls the best view possible, and not holding back from letting out breathy little groans and loud curses. Her fans go crazy when she has her tits out, so her sports bra is hitched up, her perky tits free and her nipples stiff.

"F-Feels so good, holy shit, wanna cum for my girls so bad," she groans, closing her eyes. Ellie doesn't view real masturbation as anything like her online work; if she were actually to be playing with her pussy all alone with no audience, she'd cum by now. But that doesn't make a profit, no. Longer time is important, and the more she ups the antics, teases her fans, the more comments can come in. The more donations arise and all that good shit.

Ellie teases her entrance with her middle finger, and her eyes flutter open as she eases the digit past her puffy folds.

She reads through the chat to hold out from cumming too quickly.

elliessluttygirl commented: i wish that was my hand playing w ur pussy ellie:(

Ellie smiles, curling her finger and moaning. She smiles lazily. "Yeah, slutty girl..wish it was yours, too."

As she adds a second finger upon the majority request in her comment section, she pauses at the feed.

urfavfemme has joined the livestream. Say hi!

Holy fuck. Ellie hasn't seen your videos, but the pink checkmark on your name means you're verified. Suddenly, Ellie is nervous as hell now. How is she supposed to act now, with some famous, probably fine woman watching her? She swallows and continues bucking up into her palm, but her fingers are slightly shaky now.

urfavfemme commented: ur pussy is so pretty.

Ellie laughs nervously at that. What the fuck is happening? But maybe she can use the situation to her advantage.

" 'urfavfemme', huh? Cute username," she coos, a little breathlessly because now she's getting closer to cumming, her nerves dying down as her fingers massage her sensitive walls. Ellie is so fucked up, she thinks to herself. She doesn't even know what you look like yet, why is she getting so crazed by you complimenting her?

urfavfemme commented: i wanna see that pretty pussy squirt please..

Ellie moans and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it all. She gets dozens of comments just like these, thirsty ass girls drooling to her playing with herself or showing off a strap-on. Why is it that the idea of you, a self-proclaimed 'femme' making these comments is the thing that makes her belly all hot with the familiar ache of true need?

pixiestickpussy commented: holy shit this is so hot

wet4williams commented: is it just me or is smth going on with ellie and this camgirl chick

imonherefortheporn69 commented: i checked out the girl's content she's super hot dude

Ellie's head is spinning at the whole situation. It's overwhelming and she wants to just turn off the camera, but she's so close and getting desperate to cum. It is just so fucking hard when all of her girls are in an uproar over you.

urfavfemme commented: stretch me out on those fingers.

"Oh- Oh, my fucking god!! 'm cumming-" Ellie can barely keep herself from crying out as the waves shoot through her body throughout, a finger covering her clit to extend the orgasm that hits her so deeply. Her fingers are soaked more than usual, juices trickling down her knuckles. Her other palm is massaging over her tits, and for a moment, she forgets she is on camera. Forgets the thousands of people watching her, probably fingering themselves just like her. The though that is usually so overwhelming is forgotten.

Her body is warm, and if she could describe how this nut feels right about now, she'd say it's hot pink. It's light lightning, and for some reason, all she can repeat in her head is "thank you thank you thank you urfavfemme" because seriously, this has been one of the most insane experiences of her life. When she finally comes down, she has to take a few moments to catch her breath.

The aftermath of it all hits her. She did not just cum like she does in private. The usually dramatic orgasms the viewers got are nothing like that, and for what? Some girl she hasn't even seen yet?

The comments are going off, praising her and thirsting like she's never seen before, but she is still panting and flushed on her couch.

urfavfemme has donated $1000.

urfavfemme has left the livestream. Bye!

Ellie is quickly turning off the stream with a half-assed goodbye, and collapsing back onto her couch. She cannot believe that she just lost control like that. Her mind is processing the huge donation, too. A whole thousand is more than she's ever gotten in donations on a single live. How famous are you?

Ellie can't dwell much, because as her body cools down, she realizes how soaked the towel she is sitting on is. Oh, my god. She actually squirted on live.

★ Camgirl Ellie who searches up your username on google a few days following the squirting contest incident, and is soon brought to a url that hits her like a flashbang as soon as it loads on her ancient ass laptop. Her screen is covered in pink, and a pretty white font with your username is front and center. She then sees your face and nearly nuts. You're fucking gorgeous, definitely out of her league.. How are you the same girl that talked her through an intense orgasm over a livestream the other night?

★ Camgirl Ellie who spends the next few hours watching your videos. She has found a new obsession, that's for sure.

She has hearts in her eyes watching you bounce on a fairly-sized dildo suctioned to your floor, helplessly groaning with a hand down her basketball shorts as your pussy swallows the length of the toy. Your moans are what really gets her. You sound like anything but the pornstars she's heard, instead moaning like you're really getting it. And suddenly, Ellie wants to be the one to give it to you.

★ Camgirl Ellie who types out various messages to send to your gmail so conveniently linked on your website until she finally settles on something not too awkward

To: urfavfemme@gmail.com

From: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

Subject: Collab? Dear urfavfemme,

You were in my livestream the other day. I'm Ellie from the camgirl website, and I wanna know if you'd like to collab? (If you're around my area, of course).

Reading it back after she sent it, she sighs. That looks way too fucking professional for a request to do porn together.

★ Camgirl Ellie who anxiously waits for about an hour, not even Borderlands 3 able to distract her before she finally gets an email back.

To: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

From: urfavfemme@gmail.com

Subject: Collab?

Hi!! I'm in Fairview, WY if you're near? I'd love to collab:)

★ Ellie, who is freaking the fuck out now. She hadn't had sex in two years since Dina traumatized her with the worst break-up possible, and you're one of the hottest girls she's ever seen. Plus, she is only an hour away from you.

Jesse laughs when she rants to him about the whole thing.

"So you've got a fine ass girl offering to have sex with you? What's the problem?"

Ellie scoffs and gives him a glare, but there isn't any true malice. "That's the problem, idiot! She is way hotter than me. Plus, I haven't even had any practice in so long. What if I can't make her cum? What if I embarrass myself on live in front of both of our fan-"

"C'mon man, you gotta get out of your head about this. Does she seem nice?"

Ellie nods.

Jesse sighs, and slightly softens his tough-love look. "Look, she is probably just as nervous as you are. Give yourself a break, and go have fun with the pretty femme girl."

★ Camgirl Ellie who shows up at your apartment a little earlier than she meant to. She didn't mean to speed, but she was nervous on the road, anxiously tapping the steering wheel.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is greeted by you in a robe and what she assumes is going to be either nothing or lingerie underneath. That makes her heart beat even faster. She feels like she's gonna puke from how nervous she is, you're even more gorgeous up close.

★ Camgirl Ellie who takes in your bedroom compared to her own small apartment's bedroom. You've got posters covering your walls of various artists like PinkPantheress and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts; your bedsheets match your whole feminine vibe, and you have a whole camera set up with a stand. There's a box with a harness and different sizes of dildos inside of it. All of this is making Ellie even more nervous, like, shit her pants nervous.

You seem to take notice of her nerves, because you have clear concern on your face as you guide her to sit on your bed.

"You okay, Ellie?" voice so sweet and soothing, it could make her heart stop.

"Yeah..I'm okay.." she sighs, and anxiously chews on her lip, "I'm just like, me.. and you're super hot and all-"

Ellie's self-doubt is choked off when you cup her face, leaning in. "Do you know why I donated?"

"Why?" Ellie sounds shaky, a little confused on where this is going.

You give her a sweet smile, your glossy lips catching the ceiling light. You lean in even closer so that you can speak quietly, intimately. "I thought that you were easily one of the hottest camgirls I've ever seen on the website."

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up at that. "No fuckin' way you think that.."

Your smile doesn't falter, and you lean in even closer. "I do. I want you to fuck me, Ellie."

★ Camgirl Ellie who didn't know how passionately one could eat a pussy until she got a taste of yours. With the camera all set up and the live on, viewers roll in quickly at the promise of a collab between their two favorite lesbian camgirls. Ellie never forgot about the camera when it came to her solo steams, but you just have an effect on her that makes her head dizzy and her pussy throb, and all of a sudden she has her tongue deep in your wet pussy, alternating between tonguing your hole and tasting your clit. You're sprawled out on your bed, completely naked with Ellie between your thighs, and your moans are even louder than usual. They're angelic sounds that make the comments roll in like crazy.

dykeluvr69 commented: ellie eats pussy like a madman and i am so jealous rn

andersonabs33 commented: she's too sloppy with it, slow tf down girl.

This time, Ellie is far too blissed out devouring you to even pull away and tell the troll to fuck off.

"Mmmph, pussy tastes so fuckin' good.." You can't make out her muffled declaration, but the vibrations on your clit have you creaming for her.

Your pussy just sings for her. Three orgasms in, and she hasn't even used the strap she's wearing yet. She wants to savor every soft whimper you make when she nibbles on your neck before making out with you, tongue shoving into your mouth so that you can take your own perfect pussy on her tongue.

★ Camgirl Ellie whose fingers curl inside of you relentlessly, pumping into you, coaxing out orgasms like it's nothing. To her though, it is truly everything. You cry like you're pleading for her to never stop. It feels like hours that she's been tending to the perfect cunt you've got between your legs, and she doesn't know where she even learned half of the shit she's done. It isn't too hard to please you when she craves your sounds, though. She craves the feeling of your thighs squeezing the apples of her cheeks, making her lightheaded.

★ Camgirl Ellie who saves best for last, finally rubbing girthy silicone against your clit, making you whine in the process. That sound goes straight to her clit.

She grins with a newfound confidence, one she think that she has been given from a witchy ritual or something, not lesbian camgirl sex.

"You want me to fuck you good, baby? Fuck you 'till you squirt on my dick like you made me squirt?"

"Please, fuck, Ellie..." You're babbling nonsense at this point, legs spread wide and knees almost to your ears at you nearly sob for her dick.

"C'mon mamas, I wanna hear you beg for me." She taps the tip against your clit repeatedly, holding you down by the back your thighs to keep you from trying to squirm for more.

"Please, Ellie!! Fuck me, make me cum. I want your dick."

Ellie groans as she finally parts your soaked folds with the tip, sinking into your heat slowly as to not hurt you, but she soon finds that your walls are just swallowing her completely. All that foreplay must've really paid off.

★ Camgirl Ellie who practically goes from a nervous wreck to a pornstar in a matter of minutes, because she insists that she can feel how tight you are around her huge dick.

"Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you scream my name." She manhandles your legs around her waist so that she can hold your hips while she pounds into you, creating a whole bonfire of heat in your pussy.

"Feel you so deep in me, Ellie!" You almost break when she starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Yeah? Gonna make you feel me in your tummy, mamas. Gonna put a baby in you." Where in the hell did that come from? You both roll with it, if not getting even more riled up by the idea of Ellie cumming in you and knocking you up.

"Please, Ellie. 'm g-gonna cum for you-" before you can finally have your orgasm, it's ripped away as she pulls out of you. You can't even protest or make a loud whine before Ellie is flipping you onto your stomach, frantic to tuck one of your pink pillows underneath your tummy. She lines back up with your sloppy hole, slamming back into it to earn herself an actual sob from you.

You cry into the pillow, not from pain at all. No, this is probably one of the best fucks you've ever had in your life. Ellie doesn't start slow again but rather pistons her hips into yours, bony hips slamming into the fat of your ass upon each thrust until you finally get the intense orgasm you need.

"Pleaseknockmeup-" you cum with a broken cry, a couple euphoric tears streaming down your face. Your poor bedsheets, all soaked from you and Ellie's pussies and your tears. At this angle with the pillow raising you, you believe you can truly feel Ellie all up in your stomach. The waves are more like knots of a rope being snapped in half deep inside of you, and Ellie only keeps you riding the pleasure with her little sloppy grunts audible behind you.

Ellie groans as the friction to her own clit is vastly more intense with each grind to meet your body, and now she is humping your ass to get herself off. After she cums with a "gonna fucking cum in this pussy", she goes limp on top of you, her sweaty body covering yours, her tits pressed against your back in a way that is more comforting than arousing now.

★ Camgirl Ellie and you who entirely forget about the live and fall asleep in your bed together, snuggled up with you the big spoon, and the cum-coated strap on thrown somewhere across the room. Your bodies are flush against each other and your hands are wrapped around Ellie’s stomach, holding her closely.

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: aw this is actually kind of cute

pixiestickpussy commented: i wanna be sandwiched between them wtf

limpbizkitsbitch commented: ts gonna be awkward when they wake up

andersonabs33: quit being a miserable bitch

limpbizkitsbitch: ironic coming from you🌝

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Jayn sees the way Tim’s comment bites at Dick, and she’s surprised. Dick’s always been known for his sexual prowess, which is only second to his general lethality. She’s not sure why he takes offense to being called a slut, considering that he’s worn the title as a badge of pride for years. And that’s where she miscalculates. 

Something in him snaps, and before she can warn anyone, his hand has lunged forward, just out of view. Jason hisses in pain, louder than he would have if he’d expected the strike, and suddenly his grip on her isn’t as strong anymore. Dick’s speaking so, so gently, the way he used to when they were younger and he was about to punish her for executing a move two hairs away from perfect. That, plus the choking sound Jason makes behind her, shoves hot tears in Jayn’s eyes right as her blood goes cold.

The killer in her, the Owl, automatically begins to assess the situation and strategize. Dick is not very used to her puppeteering ability. She could use her hydrokinesis to effectively paralyze all of his body, save for the hand that holds Jason captive, and get her lover free. They’d have to break Dick’s fingers for the plan to work. Or, she could simply stop Dick’s heart. Physically, it wouldn’t be hard after that. But then, there are too many unknown variables. She used her abilities on Dick when he threatened her at the table, so he might be ready for her to do so again. He could break Jason’s neck the moment he saw violence in her eyes. If she decided to kill him, Bruce (and maybe even Tim and Damian) might decide to kill her, depending on whether they saw his failure as his weakness or hers. She goes through all this in her mind in a matter of seconds. She wants to be strong. She does not want to be Dick Grayson’s pet again, and she is definitely never looking for his approval again. But she can feel Jason’s heartbeat under her skin, and Rye, the friend she came to save, is just inches away. 

Her father’s “We are all you’ll ever need,” said when he took her from her mother, rings in her ears, juxtaposed neatly with his, “Your heart will get you killed. Your head holds your brain,” repeated every time he found her with Jason, icing his bruises.

She will kill Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne herself, later, slowly, when there’s no possible way she can lose and absolutely no kind of collateral damage on the line.

“Okay,” Jayn says softly. She gently moves forward, whimpering when Jason slides out of her. It’s a difficult maneuver, what with how Dick has Jason by the throat, but she manages to do as he asks. She shimmies Dick’s hardness out of his pants and briefs--both of which are, as always, tight enough to show off the Best Ass in Gotham. His cock is blushing a soft red, which would make her smirk if she wasn’t terrified for Jason and Rye. (He probably hasn’t been teased in years, unless he’s let Bruce or Barbara be his dom. No wonder he’s so on edge, she thinks.) Jayn tries to be clever with how she pushes Jason back and away from Dick. And then she sinks onto the Talon, allowing herself to moan. As much as he might hate her, she knows he loves having an effect on whoever he’s fucking. 

“Mmm...so big,” Jayn groans, and it’s not a lie. Jason’s thicker. Dick is longer. Within a few seconds, she’s fully riding him like he asked, bucking her hips as much as she can. It’s hard to keep her eyes open...fuck, it’s been a while since she’s had someone inside her like this...

Tim still feels like he’s winning, like he’s superior, all the way up until Dick gets the upper hand again. The heir to the Drake fortune doesn’t care about the joke his older brother makes--he killed his parents, they deserved what they got, and so does he--but he is angry nevertheless. Angry that Jayn, the girl who everyone refused to forget and never stopped talking about (despite her clear betrayal), let her focus and control slip. Angry that Dick continues to threaten and make eyes at Rye, who does not and will not belong to him. And most of all, Tim is angry that he himself has not become his father’s Talon yet. Tim is going to kill Dick very soon. He might need Jayn’s help, possibly Jason’s too, to do it, but he will. Dick might be good at his job--that’s fine. However, Tim has never enjoyed being second-best. He’d rather Dick beat him to death with a brick than laugh in his face and walk away.

Enjoy your sweet sister’s traitorous cunt, Grayson. This’ll be the last night you ever fuck anyone ever again. I might not even kill you right away. Maybe I’ll just cut off your namesake and watch you bleed all over the--

Then Rye’s moving, and Tim nearly cums right there. It’s an awful shock because Tim has his eyes on the man he’s plotting to murder at the time, instead of that of his fiancée. It takes him back to one of the only times he ever made the mistake of asking Dick to fuck him--and that makes him angrier. Dick had seen him desperate, lonely, weak...well, he wouldn’t see that anymore.

“Faster,” he growls, trying to keep the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice almost nonchalant. But then he realizes that Dick expects anger. Whether Tim takes Rye to his room (where it’s unquestionably safer), gets rough with her (which she probably isn’t ready for), or he just has her do as Dick wants, Tim is going to seem angry. And that’s fine. What he won’t expect is a coordinated, planned-out attack that utilizes the best skills of all the people who want him dead. It won’t be like a ceremonial challenge for the mantle of Robin. It’s going to be like when the Owls felt that it was necessary to replace Hal Jordan as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814: clean, efficient, successful...hm, maybe not clean. 

Tim presses his fingers into Rye’s thighs so hard that he knows he’s leaving bruises, especially as he ruts upward into her. He’ll kiss and ice all of those little injuries, though, once it’s all over. And that will be soon.

Dick wants fucking blood.

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My Saviour / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here

Summary: After spending time getting to know Eddie better, your relationship deepens further. Andy gets fed up with this and makes a move.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS swearing, jealous toxic ex, mentions of cheating, fighting, mentions of blood, brief mention of divorce. lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: next part! Think I'm going to do one, maybe two more parts to this and then it's done. We shall see how the next one or two plays out, and go from there. But honestly, I am absolutely loving writing this :D, although I've had a little writer's block lately, unfortunately, so that's why it's taken so long to write. So I apologise for that, but enjoy! Liking, commenting, and reblogging really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 1.9k

"For the last time Andy, fuck off! I don't want to talk to you." you were beyond frustrated and fed up, just wanting to leave at this point. You keep trying to walk away but he would not let you, stopping you every time you tried. Your fist itched to come into contact with Andy's stupid face, it was a harder task than you anticipated. "Just listen to me, please baby. I just want to talk, okay?" You scoff, was he really this blind or just plain stupid? Andy grabbed your wrist, a little harsher this time. His grip was the opposite of his calm demeanour.

You laugh bitterly, your anger and frustration becoming extremely evident now. The absolute audacity of this man. "Firstly, do NOT call me baby. Secondly, you want to talk? seriously? What is there to talk about? You cheated on me with my best friend while I was going through shit, you didn't give a shit about my feelings. You were just thinking about your dick, as per usual. We are over, stop bothering me." you rip your wrist from his grip and walk away, re-joining the girls to practice your routine. Erin was sending you daggers and you were so over it.

"What is your issue? Huh?" you question, walking towards her. Erin's face contorts into anger, "stay away from my man, bitch." You give her a look as if to say 'have you lost your mind?' You laugh at her, "You think I want him back? Honey, I have respect for myself unlike you. He's yours trust me, I want nothing to do with him or you." you roll your eyes and walk away, taking to practice by yourself for today. You couldn't cope with any more bullshit. You watch as Erin storms over to Andy, jabbing a finger into his chest and yelling at him. "Someone's insecure." you laugh to yourself as you stretch, Chrissy joining you and agreeing.

"Tell me about it, like as if I'd want my cheating ex back. No thanks!" you both giggle, shaking your heads at the two arguing. "So you and Munson, eh?" Chrissy smirks at you, suggestively raising her brow. "We are just hanging out, he's really sweet." you smile, shaking your head at her. "Hey! No judgment here, I know you've had a crush on him for like ever." she giggles, passing you a water bottle. You blush, "I don't even know if he likes me back." Chrissy snorts, giving you a 'are you serious?' look. "Have you not seen the way he looks at you? Just go for it girl!" Chrissy encourages, a wide smile on her face. "We'll see," you reply, biting your lip as you think.

-

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of hanging out with Eddie and getting to know one another properly. You started hanging out at Eddie's trailer, for the most part, wanting to stay out of your home as much as possible. Eddie noticed that you were keeping something in, something that was bothering you, so he decided to ask what was going on. Eddie was such a sweet, understanding guy that you felt comfortable enough to tell him anything. You knew that he wouldn't tell others and would be there for you, it would be nice to have someone who understood things weren't as "great" as they seemed. So, you confided in Eddie about your parent's divorce and how your home life had become increasingly awkward/uncomfortable.

Unintentionally, you and Eddie had begun falling for one another but not acting on it. Eddie didn't want to push you, knowing you hadn't long broken things off with Andy. He would never push you or do anything to make you uncomfortable, intentionally. And you wanted time to come to terms with what's happened, and heal. Even though he was a shitty boyfriend, you still felt you didn't want to drag any unnecessary baggage into a new relationship. But even so, it didn't stop either of you from catching feelings for one another. Neither had acted upon it, but you both couldn't help the small touches. A hand on the arm, tucking hair behind the ear, Eddie's arm wrapped around your shoulder, or cuddling during movies.

Eddie was getting fed up with Andy lurking in the background, pestering you and waiting for you at your locker a few times, despite actively being in a relationship with Erin. Chrissy had come by your locker and told you about overhearing Erin saying they made it official. You honestly could've cared less about what either of them did, just wanting to be left alone to move forward. Eddie was trying to help you move on because he cared about you. Of course, a small part of him wanted you to himself also, but the main reason was that he cared about you. He could see how Andy was draining your energy and resetting your progress over and over.

There were many occasions when you had agreed to meet at your locker after classes that you didn't have together, it had become a normal thing between you. You both looked forward to seeing the other, it felt weird if you went all day without at least passing in the hallway and saying hi. So, on a few of those occasions when he would step out of class and see you yelling at Andy or ignoring him as he spouted crap about "loving" you, Eddie would get pissed. He would feel like walking over there and beating the shit into Andy's stupid face. Once or twice Eddie did march over there and confront Andy but you would grab Eddie's hand and drag him away.

Today was no different, you and Eddie were hanging out at your locker before your last class together. Luckily, without Andy or Erin. Eddie had his back leaning against your locker with you next to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Your back was leant on his front slightly, your hand holding the one wrapped around your shoulders with fingers interlaced. It was extremely intimate but felt so natural between you both. You were laughing and enjoying each other's company. Until Andy decided to walk over and ruin it. He somehow always found a way to see you and destroy your peace.

"God, do you have nothing better to do than come over here and harass me all the time?" you groan, rolling your eyes as Andy stood in front of you. Completely fed up with him at this point, maybe if he saw you and Eddie as a couple he would leave you alone? Realise you've moved on from him and don't care. You could feel Eddie's body tense behind you, his hand tightening in your hold. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze, helping him to feel a little better. If looks could kill, Andy would be dead right now. Eddie was glaring at him so furiously that he swore he would get a migraine.

"Honestly, y/n. It's pathetic that you're using the freak to try and make me jealous, just drop the act it's fine. I know you don't actually like him." Andy rolled his eyes as if he expected you to agree with his statement. You raise your brows in half humour, half seriousness, did those words just come out of his mouth? You laugh, actually laughed in his face at the ridiculousness of his thinking. Did he think you were that delusional to use someone else to make him jealous so he would come "running back to you"? You couldn't believe him, what a tool.

"Yeah, no. This isn't to make you jealous, I genuinely like him. " you infer between yourself and Eddie, "it's honestly hilarious and sad how you seem to delusionally think everything I do involves or revolves around you. Why don't you back to your little girlfriend over there who's glaring at me like she wants my head to fall off, yeah? Bye!" you push off the locker and grab Eddie's hand, pulling him with you. Which proved harder than you thought as Eddie was glaring furiously at Andy, and vice versa.

The bell rang as you managed to pull Eddie away fully, his grip on your hand tightening. "I'll be seeing you later y/n!" Andy called after you, his body shaking with outrage as he points at you. You peer over your shoulder at him, "no thanks!" you call back with a sarcastic smile, flipping him the bird. You turn back around to look at Eddie, standing outside of class with him. "Don't let him get to you, okay? He's not worth it." you place a gentle kiss on Eddie's cheek, pulling away with a smile. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes, a smile on his face as you pull him to class.

-

You and Eddie walk outside hand in hand, talking about the movie you guys were going to watch tonight when you get back to his. Both relieved to relax after the stressful day you had. Finally finished with the day thankfully, and ready to get away from Andy and everyone else. You couldn't give two shits about what everyone thought of a cheerleader with the school's "freak". You liked Eddie for who he was, having had a crush on him for the longest time now, you weren't going to let anyone ruin that. You finally had a chance. He was the only guy around here, other than friends, who treated you with any respect and genuinely cared for you.

As you reach Eddie's van, you hear someone call you. The familiar annoying voice you just wanted to get away from, fed up with his constant harassment. You sigh frustratedly and spin around, storming over to him. "What Andy?! Do you not know the meaning of 'leave me alone'? Go away, do you not understand that I hate you?" you spit with venom, hoping the crueller you were, he would take the hint and just go be with Erin. Andy stops in front of you suddenly, his eyes glaring. His whole body was tense with anger, but what right did he have to feel angry? He was the one who cheated.

"I'm not letting you leave with him, I'm done with letting you run around with the freak anymore. Your mine." He growls angrily as he aggressively grabs your shoulders and shakes you, his fingers digging into your skin with malice. You yelp at the harshness, trying to pull away from him. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, he was ripped away from you. You gasp, almost falling over from the force. You watch with wide eyes as Eddie lands a punch on Andy's face, blood pouring from his nose immediately.

You were sure he would leave marks from the force of his grip, your shoulders burning with a painful ache. But you pushed the pain away, focusing on the person you cared about the most. You had every faith in Eddie, knowing he was stronger than he looked. People always underestimated him, something you found amusing. The guy could hold his own with no problems. But it didn't mean that you didn't still worry about his well-being and safety, hoping he wouldn't get hurt too badly. You would help him all the same.

You watch with worry as Andy lands a few punches at Eddie, the pair landing on the ground. Everything happens so fast, that it's hard for you to process it all. There was so much movement, that it was hard to keep track of. Eddie managed to get a few more punches in, not letting up. You run over and grab his arm, pulling him from Andy. A small crowd had gathered, people staring in amazement that the Eddie Munson beat Andy in a fight. "Let's go," you mumble to Eddie, pulling him to his van. You didn't want him to get into trouble or get detention, potentially even expulsion. Especially not for defending your honour.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks breathlessly, placing his bloody hands on either side of your face. He had just gotten into a fight, been punched in the face and he was asking if you were okay? You had already fallen for him but things like this made you continue to fall harder. He stared at you with deep concern, despite being the one who just had a fight and got hurt. He looked you over with wide eyes, seeming to calm when he couldn't see any injury. "Are you?" He nodded, placing a gentle but rushed kiss against your forehead before pulling you to the van. You could hear people yelling and chattering about why they had just fought, your name being mentioned a few times. Shit.

You both get into his van, the engine roaring to life. You watch as Erin runs over to Andy's now sitting bloodied figure, yelling at him. Andy's eyes were glaring at the van as you drove past, his jaw tense. You didn't think that would be the end of Andy's torment, not even the beginning. But you weren't going to let him ruin your chance to be happy. You turn back to look at Eddie, his lip and cheek bleeding, but only slightly. You would need to sort him out when you got back to his and treat the cuts so they wouldn't get infected. You were so thankful for him, more than he would know. And you were determined to show him that.

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