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littlelioncub43 · 1 year ago

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Broooooo

You don't miss. You really don't miss. It's absolutely incredible, and I hope you're proud of yourself because this is a masterpiece and I will be thinking of it for the next 8-12 business days.

100000000/10 freaking amazing

Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

Sorry

MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW below the cut.

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Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.

You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.

The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.

“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.

You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors.

“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.

“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”

“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”

“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.

“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips.

“I know.”

…

You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes.

You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog.

“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.

“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch.

“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.

“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated.

“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”

Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.

His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.

Miguel was big.

His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length.

You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”

“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to force—”

“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter.

Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.

“Then help me.” He hissed.

…

You needed a new suit. Immediately.

Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.

You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.

Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock.

He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find.

His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment.

He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.

He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”

Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—

You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on.

Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.

He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.

He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you.

“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.

“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.

“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.

You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy.

He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you.

Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—

…

It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.

You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair.

“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”

“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.

You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.

“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.

“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”

“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.

You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you.

“Miguel?”

“Mm?”

“You better get me a suit like yours.”

“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”

“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?”

Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.

“Deal, Hermosa.”

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Quèdate quieta- Keep still

#ric rec #writer rec #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader

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psych87 · 2 years ago

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Fic Rec - Spider-Man

buttering me up

iron_spider

Summary:

“Couldn’t bear life without you, you know that? I hope you know that. You light up a room, you light up my life—you never bother me, not once, not ever—”

“Yesterday you literally said go grab some chips or something, you’re bothering me,” Peter says, parroting Tony’s voice. He takes another step into the workshop.

“Nope, that wasn’t—geez, Pete, there must be a clone problem—put that—put that one on the list of things for us to, uh, tackle—”

“What’s going on?” Peter says slowly. “Why are you buttering me up? Did you do something stupid?” Peter smiles a little bit, a bunch of scenarios quickly playing out in his mind. “Something so stupid that only I can help you out of it?”

spider-shaped and dad-shaped

iron_spider

Summary:

“I am,” Peter says. He tosses the pillow. “Indebted—no. Inebriated.” He winks, nodding. “Vocabulary.”

Tony narrows his eyes and marches over there, hovering above him. “Uh. Why?”

Now that he’s closer, Tony can see the bruises on Peter’s forehead, the cut across his jaw, and the new cuts slashing all over the suit.

“And you’re fucking hurt,” Tony says, his blood pressure skyrocketing. He kneels down, his knees immediately cursing him, and hauls Peter to his feet. The two of them straighten up—Peter sways and his eyes go saucer-wide and he laughs a little bit, like standing is a very new, special activity.

and stay out!

iron_spider

Summary:

“Okay,” Peter says, and he grabs Tony’s wrist. “Okay but I’m actively escaping. At the moment. That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. Right now.” He lets out a little huff. “So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yup,” Tony says. “A bang-up job.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re really killing it.”

“I know.”

Tony is nervous, because the kid is slurring and he’s severely loopy and that can only mean drugs. Were they to keep him docile? Were they to fucking experiment on him? Tony’s not in the suit anymore so he can’t see his heart rate but he knows it’s probably skyrocketing.

#Ric Rec #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #Tony Stark #One Shot #Series #Complete #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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babyboydaniel · 10 months ago

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Knock, Knock (M) | Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Semi-Public, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving) | Word Count: 2.8K

It was Friday, which meant free practice for all the drivers. You were excited to be able to see some action, even if it was just the teams running their programs. Not to mention getting the privilege to watch your boyfriend in action, wearing his undeniable mouth-watering race suit with skin-tight fireproofs underneath.

Your morning started with an innocent enough make-out session with Daniel before he suggested that you shower together to “save time.” Because somehow you were running late again. Daniel kept his hands to himself, well mostly to himself.

After hopping out of the shower, the two of you got ready in record time, yelling at him that tomorrow you had to wake up earlier since you cannot live your life like that. All Daniel did was laugh in response while running some product through his hair to make it extra curly. Tempting you to just run your hands through it and ruin it. But, unfortunately, there was no time for that.

The ride to the track was quick enough; before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand through the entrance. Scanning your badges as you made your way under the archway. Daniel smiled and waved to anyone calling his name. Shaking hands with those who came up to greet him. It made you smile, being able to watch the one you love be so loved.

It was not until after you reached his driver’s room that the thought of a potentially rogue Lando Norris flickered through your mind. With your hectic morning, the only thing that you focused on was getting out of the door and to the track. Now that you were there, you could not help but think about Lando and the antics he caused the day before. You hoped that you were not going to see a lot of him.

After setting your stuff down, Daniel suggested getting something to eat from hospitality since neither of you had eaten yet. Your stomach grumbled at the thought and that was answer enough for him. His warm, calloused hand returned to yours as you made your way back through the hallways that you had yet to familiarize yourself with.

As you waited in line for your food, you heard someone call out to Daniel behind you.

“Oy, how are the lovebirds?” Lando asked as he approached the both of you, reaching out to do one of those bro hugs with Daniel while offering you a tiny smile and a wave of his hand.

Daniel laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, attaching you to his side, “We are doing just peachy this morning. How are you?”

Lando quickly glanced at you before returning his attention to Daniel, “Same, though I woke in my bed alone, so it could only be so good,” he joked.

“I guess you could say I am lucky in that department,” Daniel chuckled while pressing a kiss to your head.

“I guess you are,” Lando responded, his eyes on you again.

“Are you grabbing something to eat? If so, you can join us at a table,” Daniel offered.

Lando looked as if he was debating something before agreeing to have breakfast with you guys. You grabbed your meals and headed to an open table. Lando followed closely behind. The chosen table sat four, a chair on each side. You plopped down next to Daniel, hoping that Lando would make the smart decision and sit on his opposite side, but of course, he did not. He chose to sit next to you. Flashing you a shit-eating grin as he subtly scooted his chair as close to you as possible.

“So,” Lando started, looking at you, “what are you most excited about today?”

As much as you did not want to interact with him, Lando was Daniel’s teammate and friend and you had to make an effort. So, with a smile, you responded, “Seeing the cars actually out on the track. I am so used to watching it on TV. I am sure it is much more magical in person.”

Lando nodded, pleased with your answer, “Just wait until the race. It is next-level.”

“I know. I cannot wait. Also, being able to experience what Daniel does every weekend he is away from me will be special.”

“Aww,” Daniel interjected, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, leaving an obvious wet mark.

“Eww,” Lando giggled, “you guys are too cute.”

Though Lando joined in on the fun, you could tell that something was simmering beneath the surface as he looked at the both of you. Was it jealousy? Lust? Whatever it was made you feel hot, radiating just beneath your skin. Remembering how Lando’s hands felt on you, how hard he was for you, the way his mouth felt around your fingers. Lando’s gaze fell on you, an amused smirk on his lips like he could tell that he affected you.

As you chatted, you slowly began to enjoy yourself. Lando was not so insufferable when Daniel was around. You could understand why Daniel liked him so much.

During a truly riveting conversation about flying squirrels, someone called Daniel over to talk to them. With an apology and a promise to be right back, Daniel left you with Lando.

The moment Daniel was out of hearing range, Lando opened his mouth.

“Lucky me,” he whispered, “I got you all to myself.”

“Lando, I suggest you give up on whatever game you are playing. I am taken so you might as well save it for someone who will go for you.”

“See, that is where you are wrong,” Lando leaned in closer, his hand finding its place on your bare thigh, “I can see the way you react, that you are still thinking about yesterday.”

You shook your head as he began drawing random shapes on your leg. Teasingly moving higher and higher until his fingers dipped under the hem of your dress. If you were hot before, you were on fire now.

“Believe me, sweetheart, I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night either. While I came all over myself. Calling out your name,” his eyes sparkled, telling you as if you were discussing the weather.

You whimpered as you avoided eye contact with Daniel’s teammate. You were absolutely fucked. Lando’s fingers found their place along the edge of your underwear, almost close enough to where you wanted him. As if they had a mind of your own, your legs opened further. Directing him to run a finger along your dripping pussy.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Lando whispered.

Against your mind's wishes, you did. The strong desperate look of desire overflowed from Lando’s eyes. It made you shiver.

Before you could respond, Daniel reappeared.

“Whatcha guys whispering about?” he hushed as he returned to his seat next to you, placing his hand on your other thigh and squeezing it. Lando’s hand quickly disappeared from the other, and you felt like you could breathe again.

“I was just telling her about some embarrassing stories about you,” Lando teased with a cough.

Daniel groaned, “Aw, come on, mate.”

The rest of the conversation went on like that. Daniel and Lando went back and forth while you sat there quietly. Picking at your meal until you had finished, and only interjecting when spoken directly to. Soon the three of you made your way back to their driver's rooms. Lando disappeared into his room with a wave, and you and Daniel walked through the next door over.

The remainder of the morning was just as busy with them needing to do more media and a briefing, and then Daniel did a quick workout followed by a stretching routine. Not wanting to sit in the room all day, you followed Daniel around when you could, watching as he charmed every person he encountered. You could not be luckier.

Before you knew it, it was time for free practice. You and Daniel made your way down to the garage, where you had the privilege to watch from there. Daniel led you around and introduced you to any people he previously missed. You were buzzing with excitement, and you could tell how much joy Daniel got from sharing this part of his life with you.

When Daniel got deep into a conversation with one of his engineers, you realized that you left your phone back in his room. You informed him that you were going back to get it. He shot you a smile and a thumbs up to confirm he heard you.

As you walked down the hallway, almost to the room, you heard a noise. You stopped trying to figure out where it had come from when it happened again. Was that a moan? You thought. Then you heard it again, this time a little louder. Definitely a moan.

Your head whipped to the right and noticed that Lando’s door was slightly ajar. Not enough that it was immediately noticeable but when you did you got a clear view into the small room.

There lying on the couch was Lando, completely dressed in his fireproofs and race suit, which was hanging around his hips, but his fingers were wrapped around his cock. He was beautiful, girthy, and long, the tip flushed and leaking. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, moaning every time his hands ran over the tip of his dick. The obscene sound of him getting off made you hot. Your mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to wrap your lips around him. Forcing him down your throat while his big hands gripped your hair. Fucking into your mouth until he was whining and pink, as he looked down at you taking him all in. Those erotic blue eyes staring back at you, telling you how much of a good girl you were, and you took his cock so well.

You stood there for what seemed like forever, fantasizing, and you could tell that he was getting close. His hips bucked up into his hand while the other was shoved in his mouth so he would not make so much noise. Precum was leaking out of him like a faucet. It was a sight to see.

You were pressing your thighs together, trying to dull the ache. Losing your balance as you did so. While you attempted to correct yourself, your hands braced against the door pushing it open that much more.

Lando’s eyes flew open as he heard the movement. The moment he locked eyes on you. He was cumming all over his fist, in hot spurts. His fireproof top was covered in his own release, which he would no doubt have to change. The desire to lick his cum from his chest was almost too strong not to give into. You wanted him in ways you couldn’t understand.

The look Lando gave you was intense causing your unsteady knees to buckle. But he looked pleased.

“Fuck, sweetheart, how the tables have turned,” Lando joked, his voice thick from his orgasm.

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. So, you snapped it shut and quickly turned to leave, shutting the door completely before grabbing your phone in haste.

Luckily, you made your way back to the garage without running into Lando. That was something that you do not think you could’ve handled at that moment.

Daniel was still standing hunched over a monitor with some strategists, so you hung back and observed. Watching the way he gestured with his hands to emphasize a serious point, or the furrow of his brow when debating the pros and cons of a particular setup. You couldn’t get over the love you had for him and the guilt that was brewing in your stomach about how much you wanted Lando.

As you were making heart eyes at Daniel, you felt someone come up behind you. Their fingertips trailed down your spine until their hand came to rest on your lower back. Their warm breath fell over the back of your neck causing your hair to stand on end.

He was too close. Far too close but you couldn’t help but to lean into his touch.

“I am lucky it was you who walked by,” Lando stated cheekily.

You blushed just thinking about the recent memory, trying to ignore the man behind you and the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Maybe you will think about me while Daniel is fucking into you later tonight. Calling out my name instead of his as you come. I am sure he would love that,” Lando taunted when you did not respond. His voice inching ever closer to your ear.

You ignored him once again, but your body was a traitor. Your mouth opened as your breathing increased and the hold on your phone tightened.

“Sweetheart, you can try to deny that you feel anything, but I can see how your body reacts. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Then in the middle of the crowded room and with your boyfriend only a couple of feet away, Lando licked down the shell of your ear before giving it a nip. You yelped, though it sounded more like a moan in your ears. Thankfully, no one heard over the wheel guns going off.

At that moment, you turned to look at Lando completely. Moving away from his warmth so you have a moment to think straight.

“Lando, I am with Daniel. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. So give it a rest,” you sighed, trying to regain some sort of control. Because being around Lando makes it feel like you might slip at any moment.

Lando smirked, “Daniel can join us if he wants.”

Before you could respond someone from Lando’s side of the garage was calling him over. He looked annoyed but left without a glance back.

You stood there for a couple of minutes before Daniel made his way over to you, that beautiful smile on his lips. He took you into his arms when he got close enough, your hands resting on his chest.

“I saw Lando talking to you. I am glad that you two seem to be getting along.”

“Yeah, he is nice,” you responded, as if trying to convince yourself but doing a poor job of it.

Daniel gave you a questioning look but did not ask any further questions.

Then he was called over since free practice was about to start. With a grin, he pressed a kiss to your lips and made his way over to his car.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, between all the technical jargon that you tried your hardest to understand, and attempting to understand the top-secret run plans. But, it was overall unbelievably enjoyable.

Luckily, you did not have to interact with Lando for the rest of the day. He was too focused on his job, rightfully so. But that did not stop him from glancing over at you any chance he got.

Once Daniel was done with all his duties, you gathered all your belongings and said goodbye to everyone on your way out.

Being the sweet boyfriend that he is, Daniel had organized for you two to have dinner at a local spot, something away from the crowds with a homey feel. The hostess directed you to a small table secluded from the rest of the patrons. Giving you and Daniel enough privacy to enjoy each other's company without the fear of people listening in.

“I am so glad you have been enjoying the race weekend so far,” Daniel said once the food and drinks were ordered, grabbing your hand in the process.

His honey eyes were so open and loving as he stared at you.

“Me too. I am beyond happy that I have had the time to do this, and I will need to plan to come to another one sooner rather than later.”

Daniel smiled, “Really?”

You nodded, “Of course, I feel closer to you when I am here.”

Daniel beamed and leaned over the table to kiss you. His warm hand came to rest on your jaw in the most tender way. The kiss was filled with an overwhelming amount of love. It took your breath away.

The rest of dinner passed with Daniel and you in your own little bubble. Loving touches and delicate kisses were in abundance. The food was delicious, the wine was flowing, and the company was the highlight of it all. You loved nothing more than spending time with Daniel.

Towards the end of the dinner, Daniel and you were sharing a chocolate mousse. He looked deep into your eyes and casually asked, “So, what’s up with you and Lando?”

Your mouth dried, and your heart accelerated.

“What do you mean?” you stammered, focused on the dessert in front of you.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Daniel challenged softly, his expression neutral.

It was at that moment that you had an out, a chance to be open about what has been going on. You knew you were going to have to tell him eventually. But, if you were being honest, you were enjoying this game with Lando a little too much, and you were not sure if you were ready for it to end. Fuck, you thought.

Part 2 | Part 4

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princington · 2 years ago

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She soaks in it, the feeling of deep thrill and comfort in equal measure, the way it materializes as something as wonderfully simple as Ava’s arms around her waist. The manifestation of being held. Being held dear.

holy ('til you let me go) ch 4 by @omomoification

#avatrice art #avatrice #fic rec #ric: holy til you let me go #ava silva #sister beatrice #my art #fanart #anyway i clearly had a blast with this chapter #princington

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stormblessed95 · 4 months ago

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- https://archiveofourown.org/works/32122921/chapters/79583587 !!

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/25341166/chapters/61443385 !!

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/36493690?view_full_work=true

- Golden chase von jikook_sunray

- the cloudet star von koomins

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/23749087

- https://archiveofourown.org/series/3131040

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/25611670/chapters/62166064

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/43164765/chapters/108485235

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/35523274

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/36574027/chapters/91218262

Something like this? And need more? 😅

Some of these look hysterical lmfao and some of these tags 👀😂😂 thank you! I have actually read a few stories from shardofmoon a while ago and enjoyed their work alot! I hadn't read the one you rec'd or the others though! If you want more of my thoughts over them whenever I get to them, feel free to reach out on DMs ❤️

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lizlovestofangirl · 5 months ago

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vinelark · 9 months ago

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hmmmmhhmhm i should make another fic rec post soon. reading good fic is the best

#accidentally typed ‘ric rec’ and kill bill sirens immediately started blaring in my head #etc

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becca-alexa · 2 years ago

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Absolutely fucking feral for this lord jesus christ forgive me

I'm In Control Part 12 (Steddie X You)

A/N: God, y'all have so much fire lol I told you you would hate me lol I'm not going to lie that last chapter and this one kind of helped me work through some demons. Alas! As promised, I worked on this as quickly as I could while still allowing for all three of these damaged yet beautiful weirdos to work through their own demons.

I'm sorry they broke yalls hearts as well <3. I assure you, they are extremely sorry.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Feels but not as aggressive as the last chapter. The boys open up to her and really let her in so a lot of trauma is talked about. Cameos from The Harringtons and Wayne <3. (We love Wayne.) Of course, there be smut.

Word Count: 6582

Eddie barges through the front door as Steve trails behind him. His eyes follow the metalhead as he stomps around the kitchen, aggressively opening cabinets to grab a glass before filling it with strong liquor.

“Okay. Out with it, Eds. What’s on your mind?”

“Doesn’t fucking matter.”, he mumbles, heading for his bedroom.

“I miss her to!” Steve shouts after him, making him pause. “I do. It’s too fucking quiet here on the weekends. I miss hearing her babble about that fantasy shit she enjoys and the way our whole house smelled like flowers after she took a shower. I miss her voice and her fucking laugh. God damn, man. I…I don’t know.”

Eddie slowly headed back towards the living room and handed Steve his glass who gladly knocked back the rest of its contents.

“She doesn’t even smile anymore when we’re around. It’s all so formal.”

They both sigh, throwing themselves down on their sofa.

“Steve. I think we should get her back.”

“After what we did? I mean—”

“Harrington, look…I’ve been thinking about it a lot. She was right. We pushed her away. We did become our parents.”

“Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I bailed on her just like my mother did. When my dad went to jail, I thought maybe things would get better. Maybe my mom would shape up and we could be a family. Next thing I know I’m living with my uncle. I abandoned her when she was vulnerable.”

Steve starred into that void as he listened to him speak, fully absorbing everything Eddie was saying.

“My dad always made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. Eddie, I probably made her feel the same. Oh my god, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“WE are idiots.”

“But how do we get her back? What do we do?”

“I may have idea but you’re not going to like it.”

######################

The past couple of weeks had been extremely rough. When you woke up the next day after the wedding, Eddie and Steve were gone. You wondered around your place, gradually realizing that they collected any remnants of themselves and removed them from your house. While you were at home you cried but in the office, you held your composure as best you could.

They did follow the rules you set and only spoke with you about upcoming events or anything work related. Both men no longer hung out in your office or sat with you during lunch. They barely even made any eye contact with you which was fine because you were sure if they did, they would be able to see how broken you actually felt.

“Y/N? Are you listening, angel?”, TJ waved his hand at you.

“Yeah, hey, I’m sorry. I’m just really exhausted lately.”

“Hm. Listen, I’m just going to say this. I’m worried about you. There’s a spark you usually have that’s been missing since the wedding. I think you should take some time off and rest.”

“No, TJ, no. I swear I’m ok. I just—”

“Hey, oh, I’m sorry. Are we interrupting?”, Eddie asked after poking his head in.

“Ah, no, kid. Come on in and I’ll get out of your hair. Y/N, I want to talk to you later, okay? We aren’t finished with this conversation.”

You wave your hand nonchalantly in his direction as they come in and take a seat in front of your desk.

“So, how can I help you both?”

“For these next few days, we will be flying back to Indiana. We already cleared it with Luke so we aren’t missing any production schedules or anything.”

“Oh. Ok, yeah that’s not a problem. If you can just let me know when you get back, I’d appreciate that.”

“We want you to come with us.” Steve’s tone is full of fear that you had never heard from him before.

“Mr. Harrington, I can’t do that. I have work I need to do here and that sounds like a non-business related trip so no.”

“Baby, we—”

“Don’t.” Your voice shakes as you speak but you try to keep control. “Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

Eddie nods before continuing. “Y/N, nothing we say will ever make up for the pain we put you through. We fucked up. We…I’ve… been thinking about what you said and you were right. I always told myself I would never treat anyone, especially someone I cared about, the way my parents did and that’s exactly what I ended up doing.”

“We’ve been talking about it. I didn’t even realize it until he said it.” Steve glances at Eddie before facing you again. “I know, you put a lot on the line for us and we want to do the same. Come home with us.”

You lean back in your chair and shrug your shoulders. “What…what am I supposed to say? ‘Sure boys. Let’s go. Let’s go on a mini vacation together. We can forget everything and just be one happy family!’”

“We’re not looking for forgiveness. We don’t even think we deserve that luxury and you have every right to be angry. Even…even if we don’t ever have a relationship with you again…we think you do deserve this.”

“To see where we came from.” Eddie’s eyes scan you over, debating on if he should say what he’s thinking. “Sweetheart, we miss you.”

“Naw, Eds. You can’t miss me. I’m not someone you miss.”, you echo their words from the wedding. “Get out of my office.”

As they rise from their chairs, Steve reaches in his pocket and throws a piece of paper on your desk. “Like we said, we don’t expect forgiveness. You always wanted to break down the wall and this is our way of handing you the hammer.” They both leave and you feel your body relax.

You reach for the paper, realizing they had giving your plane ticket for tomorrow morning. You stare at it for a long while truly debating if this is a risk you want to take. You meant what you said that day. No one had ever hurt you as bad as they had but you did love them.

“Fuck.”, you whisper to yourself as you get up and head over to talk to your boss.

###############

The entire plane ride, they continued to respect your boundaries and only talked shop. This time business was what would happen in Indiana.

“Eddie’s uncle knows what we do but our friends and my parents don’t. I told my dad I worked for a studio but I didn’t elaborate. Thankfully, he didn’t care enough to ask.” Steve glances at your face before looking down at his hands in his lap. “May I ask what you’re thinking about?”

“I’m…”, you sigh before continuing. “I’m wondering why it had to get this far before we got here, Steve. Why it took you both tearing me apart before you were willing to let me in.”

“We’ve never brought anyone home before. You’re the first person we are letting in. To be honest”, Eddie’s eyes met yours. “You are the only one who’s ever kept pushing.”

“I shouldn’t have had to push.”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely, 100% right, princess.”

Steve’s arm brushed yours on the arm rest as he shifted his body and you immediately recoiled, hugging your own arms around your body. You two locked eyes before you quickly turned away.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t—”

“No, Y/N. No reason to be sorry. We meant what we said. You have every right to feel what you’re feeling. We… we deserve this…you being afraid of us.”

“I’m not scared of you.” They turned to face you, hearing your change in tone. “I’m not. I just don’t trust you anymore.”

Eddie’s fist clenched as his chest tightened. He wasn’t upset with you but himself.

##############

“Wow, I didn’t realize you guys came from such a small town.” You watched outside the window of the rental car as small mom and pop shops whizzed by.

“Oh, yeah. It’s expanded a bit since when we were kids but still.”, Steve smiled from the driver’s seat.

“So, what are we doing first?”

“My, uh, uncle still works nights so we’re going to his—my—trailer first.” Eddie’s eyes examine your face from his place in the backseat for any signs of discomfort.

As the vehicle pulled into the trailer park, you couldn’t help but wonder what this was like for him growing up. You pictured angsty Eddie stealing his uncle’s cigarettes and running to the forest area to smoke without getting caught. Teenage Eddie walking the path along the outside of the trailers with a girl he liked. Maybe he sat on one of these lawn chairs, shirtless, strumming at his guitar like he did in bed when he was at home.

You felt that familiar pain tug at your heart and you abruptly shook away that particular image. Steve pulled up and parked outside of a trailer that had a man sitting on his front steps, smoking. He smiled as Eddie got out and opened the door for you.

“Hey Wayne.”

“Hey, kid. It’s been a while.” You grinned as he tugged his nephew in for a hug, Eddie bracing slightly before fully falling into it. Wayne nodded a hello in Steve’s direction before looking down at you. “Who’s this? Is this Y/N?”

“Hello. Yeah, that’s me. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Your grin grows as he wraps his arms around you and you do the same. As he held you, your mind started questioning how much Eddie had picked up for him. They definitely smelled the same with that lingering smoke smell that hung around him. Wayne however also had a mix of coffee and grease scent that you recognized from your hometown from the nearby factory workers when they got off.

Wayne was a gentleman, just like his nephew, he opened the door for you and pulled out the chair at his dining room table so you could sit. While you two talked he would occasionally say things like “Yes ma’am” or call you “sweetheart” after laughing at a story he found amusing.

After a while, Steve stepped out to make a phone call and Eddie headed for the bathroom, leaving you two alone. He waits for the door to shut before he speaks.

“My nephew must really like you. He’s never brought anyone home before. Well, except Steve but,” he chuckles. You softly smile before down casting your eyes towards the table. “He did something stupid, didn’t he?”

Your head shot up to look at him, flashing a questioning look.

“Yeah… I know that sigh and smile. No disrespect, of course, sweetheart. That smile you just gave me is a smile of someone trying to keep things together. Saw it on Eddie’s face a few times those first couple of months after I took him in.”

“What makes you think it has something to do with him?”

“Because I’m not an idiot. You should hear the way he talks about you when he calls. Plus, I see the way you look it them. His mom used to look at my brother like that even through all the bullshit.”

“How old was he…when she left him with you?”

“About 10 or so. I did what I could…before…to keep him safe but…” You reach for his hand as he sighs. “He’s been through a lot and this town did not make it easy. People, even full-grown adults, would bully him. They told him he was a freak, evil, trailer trash… God, you never know full helplessness until you feel like you can’t protect your kid from pain like that.”

“My parents are the same. They bullied me and brother pretty much our entire childhood.”

“Hm. Explains why you’re so strong. You put up with a lot of garbage you shouldn’t have.” Wayne grins at you. “Whatever he did, his past doesn’t excuse it but knowing that kid…if he brought you here… he’s going to spend his whole life making it up to you.”

He pats your shoulder as he rises from the table, pulling out his pack, and exiting the front door. You get up as well and begin really looking around at everything in his home. Obviously, he was a collector of some kind. There were hats and mugs hanging everywhere. You noticed some picture frames and slowly browsed through them.

There were so many photos of Eddie especially from his early childhood. You picked up a photo, running your fingers over the glass.

“I keep telling him to change out some of these. Or at least get rid of those.”, Eddie shuffles further into the living room.

You point at the little boy in the picture. “Is this you?”

“Oh yeah. In middle school, my hair was buzzed. When I lived with my parents, I kind of had short wispy hair like Steve’s but after I moved…I don’t know. I wanted a fresh start I guess.”

He watches you as you carefully place the photo back down. “You want to see more?”

He smiles when you nod, so excited that he doesn’t even realize you allowed him to take your hand and guide you towards the back of the trailer.

“My bedroom.”

“Yup, this is your bedroom all right.” A small happy sigh escapes his lips when he hears your laugh for the first time in a long while.

You grin at some of the photos he had tapped above his bedside table. “Hellfire Club?��

“Our D & D club in high school.” Eddie pointed to each boy, saying their names. “These three were in my band Corroded Coffin.”

“There’s no pictures of you with Steve at this time?”

“Naw, remember what I told you in Vegas, babe? Harringtons couldn’t be seen with the likes of us Munsons.” He started laughing before suddenly covering his mouth. “Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry. I forgot you didn’t want us to call you stuff like that anymore. Fuck.”

You take note of his demeanor as he panics slightly. “It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean to. I’m not mad.” Eddie’s chest rises and falls as he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

“Your uncle said that the town was rude to you all the time. Why?”

“Good lord, take your pick.” He sat down on the edge of his bed and you did the same. “My dad was a menace in Hawkins. Boosted their cars, destroyed property, drunkenly harassed people. I’m his son who looks like I stepped out of Alice Cooper video while everyone else is small town southern ‘We have one way of doing things and it’s worked this whole time’ mentality.”

“I guess I can see now why you keep feeling like you’re going to be him. I mean when you have an entire city treating you like you are… but…”

“But what?”, he urges.

You smile softly as your eyes meet his. “You have so much of Wayne in you. Do you know that? Do you recognize that at all?”

“Sometimes I do…”

“Eddie, I think the fact that you even have this fear of becoming your father proves you’re not going to be. Think about it. When we went to visit him that asshole genuinely thought to ask the child that he hurt to lie for him on the stand to get himself out of jail. You just got upset because you called me baby. You two are NOT the same.”

“Is it okay if I hug you?” His heart broke as your entire body caved into itself at his question. “I’m sorry. That-that was fucking stupid and selfish. Let’s, uh, let’s go. We probably need to get a move on anyway.”

As he stood up and headed for the door, Eddie suddenly felt your arms wrap around to his front as your cheek pressed against his back. His eyes closed as he felt your grip tighten.

“Y/N, I’m going to say something and you don’t have to respond. You don’t even have to acknowledge it when I’m done. I’ve never met a woman like you before and that terrifies me. But these past couple of weeks without you… I feel like I’m fucking drowning. I know I deserve it. Hell, I deserve worse. I should have been braver instead of running. I should have told you… that I love you to.”

You both stood there in silence for a few seconds before you finally let him go, circling around him without saying a word and heading out the trailer door.

#############

“Why couldn’t Eddie come with us?”

“My parents aren’t as fond of him as Wayne is with me. I told him he could still come but he thought it was best if you came with me alone.”

You noticed Steve’s body steadily tense up the further he drove into this different area of town. Compared to where Eddie grew up, this was literally night and day. The houses he passed were big with multiple stories. The cars looked completely brand new and even the lawns were kept in line, no piece of grass out of place.

“Look, um, I know you don’t trust me and that’s fair but I want you to know you’re safe with me in there, okay? I’m not going to let my father or any of these rich assholes talk down to you or hurt you.” He pulled into a fancy driveway where multiple cars were already parked and quickly ran around to open the door for you.

“Who am I? Do I just tell them I work for a studio?”

“Yeah, IF they find time to stop talking about themselves and bother to ask.” He grins comfortingly down at you before guiding you up the walkway towards the front door.

You were flabbergasted when you entered his family home. Working for a pretty popular studio of course you had seen many big and gorgeous houses. But while those homes had an injection of life, this one had almost none. It felt like walking into a model home. Everything was pristine and in its place. Anything that was set out felt like it was intentionally put there to start a conversation or just to show how wealthy they were.

It seemed like the Harringtons were having a little party and every guest greeted their son with what felt like an overexaggerated “Hi Steven!” He would reply with a small wave and fake smile, continuing his way through the house.

You also noticed little details about his parent’s home that were different from Wayne’s trailer. For example, all pictures of Steve you passed were oddly formal. There were no natural photos of a boy playing with his mom and dad. No images of him doing something he enjoyed or being with friends. They were either school photos or pictures of all three Harringtons standing together in what was most likely a professional studio.

There was also no personality or any proof that a child had even grew up here. Eddie’s uncle still had his nephews D & D campaigns in different places around the trailer and had even shown you some things that Eddie had made or drawn in school that he saved.

“Steven!”, a loud female voice echoed down the hallway. As you both turned, she quickly embraced him before patting him lightly on the back and releasing him from her hold. “Oh my god. I’m so glad you could make it home for the party.”

“No reason he couldn’t. It’s not like he has a real career over there.” A gruff man entered the room and extended his hand towards Steve, shaking it before backing away.

“Y/N, this is my mom and dad.”

His mom daintily shook your hand but his father just briefly smiled your way before turning back to his son. “Come on, let’s get away from the noise and talk. It’s been a while.”

“Mm. I wonder why.”, his mother murmured under her breath.

You both followed them into what looked like a living room mixed in with a study. Steve sat down on the couch and you did the same finding yourself a lot closer to him than he expected. Just like the incident with the police, a strong need to protect him had washed over you as soon as you saw his dad. Even though you were mad at him…you still loved him.

“So, Steven, how is it over there in California? It’s been a year. I would hope you’ve made some headway.”

“It’s films, dad. You don’t just show up and on the first day get roles. It takes time.”

“I see.” His dad lights a cigar as his mom comes up behind you and hands you a drink. You politely thank her as she takes a seat. “How are you supporting yourself up there? I would imagine with Scoops Ahoy and Family Video on your resume your options are endless.”

Steve deeply exhales as his dad chuckles like what he said was a joke.

“Actually, he does pretty well for himself. Since he and Eddie hired me.” You casually sip from your glass as his dad glares at you.

“And I’m sorry, one more time, who are you?”

“I’m Y/N, Steve and Eddie’s agent.”

“Must not be a very good one if I haven’t seen him in anything.”

“Dad…”

Even Steve’s mom turned to growl at her husband. “Why do you do this? He hasn’t been home in a year. He brings a nice girl. Why are you being an asshole?”

“I’m not being an asshole. I’m just asking questions especially with these few chances to see him. Honestly, I’m just going to cut to the chase, and maybe it’s good his agent is here. I’ve indulged this little fantasy of his for a while. It’s time he comes back home and finds a real job. Y/N, maybe you were being polite taking my son and his weird friend on but trust me, you would be doing yourself a favor by letting them both go.”

“So, you would rather he leave his friends, career, and happiness behind to come work for you so you can constantly remind him how much of a fuck up you think he is?”

“Acting is not a career. Not for him. He needs to work a real job and make some real money. And he wouldn’t be fucking up if he realized that.”

You scoff as you look at your watch. “Wow Steve. We’ve only been here for 20 minutes and he really didn’t waste any time did he.” Steve looked over at you with admiration. He had never met someone who could go toe to toe with his family, not even himself. “You, Mr. Harrington remind me a lot of my dad except to him if I fuck up, I’m going to hell. Imagine being him and hearing someone you love tell you that if you don’t conform to their bubble then your life sucks. He deserves better than that. He’s a good man.”

“I like her, Steven.” His mom raises her glass to you.

“I don’t. You don’t get to tell me how to talk to my son.”

“Yeah, well there’s a reason he talks about you instead of to you.”

“I think you should leave.”, his dad says as he rises to his feet.

“I think we should to.” Steve stands and grabs your arm to do that same.

“No! Steve, please. Don’t go.” His mom trails behind you both as you head for the front door.

He sighs as he stops, turning to pull her into his arms and kiss her cheek. “I love you, Mom.”

He quickly takes your hand in his and pulls you towards the car. After he gets you in, he comes around to the driver’s side, climbing in and slamming the door as he stares at the house in front of him.

“Thank you. For what you said in there.” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows and you watch him as he tries to calm down.

“I feel bad now for all the times I called you Steven. People in there said it so many times it got me annoyed!” You watch a slow smile spread across his face. “I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah… I didn’t have a Wayne like Eddie did. I was on my own for a while. Even at school, as the popular kid I was surrounded by people but they didn’t know the real me. Hell, I didn’t even know who the real me was until my senior year.”

His eyes shift towards you before looking down at his lap. “I’m sorry about your dad to. I didn’t know he talked to you like that.”

You shrugged as you looked out the window. “It is what it is. I mean they weren’t like that all the time but their beliefs as well as the towns were always looming.” When you turn to face him, your eyes lock with his. “You guys didn’t have to do this. Make yourself uncomfortable to let me in. I do appreciate it though.”

“Like we said, you were right. You put some much on the line for us and trusted us… you deserved the same. We tried, Y/N. We really did but we panicked.”

“Can, um, can we go to the hotel now? I’m tired.”

Steve gently nodded as he started the car and began backing out of the driveway. He paused before turning to look at you again. Your head was facing the window and in the reflection he could see you trying to control your tears.

“I love you to.”, he whispered before swiveling the vehicle and heading towards the hotel.

##################

As soon as you both got back, you immediately headed for the bathroom and shut the door. The hotel you were staying in didn’t have many rooms available and the one they did have left had two beds. The guys said they would sleep in the car if it made you more comfortable but you told them it was fine.

When you finally exited, they were both outside talking as Eddie smoked. As soon as your head hit the pillow on your bed, you crashed. You were physically and emotionally exhausted.

“Do you think it worked?”, Steve asked as they stared off into the distance at the highway.

“If what worked? Our plan was to give her glimpse and let her in. If she doesn’t take us back…I can’t say I would blame her but at least she would have all the pieces.”

They glanced at your sleeping frame as they came back inside.

“Shit. She hasn’t eaten anything. Should we wake her up or?”

“Naw, dude. Just let her sleep. She deserves some peace.” Eddie grinned as they threw themselves down on the adjacent bed.

As the night went on, they ordered some food and browsed through their phones. They didn’t want to disturb you by turning on the tv. Just before they were about to get ready for bed, they heard your tiny voice.

“Please.”

Steve quietly tip toed towards you, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed as he examined your face. Your nose was scrunched up like you were in pain as your fingers clung to the blanket.

“Y/N? Everything’s ok.”

That didn’t do help in anyway as your breathing picked up.

“Please. No.”

He looked at Eddie helplessly, unsure of how to pull you out of your nightmare.

“Maybe…maybe she needs Daddy.”

“Eds, I can’t do that. After what happened…”

“Please…please. Don’t…hurt me.”

Steve aggressively sighed as he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his hand reached over to brush your hair back before resting his palm on your cheek. His thumb caressed your skin as he spoke.

“It’s ok, baby. Everything’s ok. Daddy’s not going to let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

“Please…don’t…hurt me.”

“Who’s hurting you, pretty girl. Hm? Tell me.” You grip tightened on the sheets as your head moved slightly. “Come on, honey. Tell Daddy who’s hurting you.”

“Hurt me…don’t…hurt them.”

“Who’s getting hurt, baby?”

You rolled on to your back, your cheek pushing against his hand.

“Eddie…Steve…please…don’t hurt…them.” They looked at each other at the sound of their names. “Hurt…me…”

“Y/N, honey. Wake up.” Steve shook your shoulders and you abruptly sat up swinging your arms. He quickly caught your wrists with his hands. “Y/N, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

“Fuck! Jesus Christ, Steve, why are you in my bed!?” You were panting as he let you go and you ran your fingers through your hair.

“You were having a nightmare and talking in your sleep.”

“Okay. That doesn’t give you permission to be in my bed!” Your eyes finally meet his and you immediately see the worry but you also see something else. “Why are you in Daddy mode?”

“How the fuck do you know that?”, Eddie asks letting out a confused laugh.

“I fucked you two, remember? I also wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. I know the difference between Steve’s eyes and Daddy’s eyes.”

Your breathing starts to slow as you fully start to realize where you are and wake up.

“You were in pain and said someone was hurting you. I… we didn’t know what to do.”

“Ok…well, I’m awake. I’m fine. You can…go over there now.”

“Y/N, you can’t save us.” You start to look away but Steve reaches his fingers out to lift your chin. “You can’t. Not in the way you’re dreaming. You…God this is going to sound so fucking cliché. You help us by being you. I told you we had never met a woman like you before. Someone who is sweet, adorable, sassy, and sexy as fuck.”

“Steve, please. I can’t…”

“We know, sweetheart. We just want to do what we should have done in the first place and give you all the facts.” Eddie smiled tenderly at you. “And while it is a fucking cliché,”, he raises an eyebrow at his friend. “He’s right and if it takes the rest of our lives to make up for what we did than we’ll do it. Hell, we’ll do it anyway because we are assholes.”

They both chuckle but stop as soon as they see your head fall into your hands as you cry. Without prompting, you crawl out from under the covers and climb into Steve’s lap. His fingers run through your hair as you let the tears flow.

“What do you need right now, honey?”, he whispered. Your fingers reached up to trace the stubble that was outlining his face as you looked up at him with big, glassy eyes. Steve closed his own as he leaned his forehead down to yours. “Come on, baby girl. Tell Daddy what you need.”

Your hand snaked to the back of his neck, guiding his lips to yours. You were so hungry for the taste of him, of both of them. Steve pulled away, allow you two to collect some air.

“Gentle. I need you both…gently. Like you love me to.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie crawled onto the bed as Steve sat you up more so you could talk to him. “We do love you. I love you. I don’t throw that around and I don’t say it unless I mean it. I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes meet Steve’s again as he beams down at you. “I love you to. I know we broke your heart but I promise, honey, nothing like that will ever happen again.” He sees the trepidation flash through your gaze. “I understand if you don’t trust us. I know it will take a while to rebuild that but we’re willing to do that and take it as slow as you need us to.”

He stood up with you still in arms, placing you back down on the bed with your head on the pillows. Both boys laid on either side of you, lips tracing your neck, shoulders, and any other place they could reach.

When Eddie’s fingers slid through the waistband of your pants, your hand flew down to stop him.

“No. I need you both. Please.”

Steve hesitated, pulling his lips back from yours as you tried to kiss him again.

“Honey, are you sure? I just… it’s a lot without foreplay.”

“Please, Daddy. I can take it.”

Both men sighed as they removed their sleepwear and helped you out of yours. Eddie spit in his hand and began pumping his cock but Steve knew that may not be enough for it to not hurt you and you said you needed gentle.

Without explaining or saying a word, he leaned over you to give his friend some extra lubrication. A line of spit left his mouth and fell down his length making Eddie groan. Their eyes met for a split second before the metalhead nodded and Steve wrapped his lips around his cock.

“Daddy.” You sit up and pull at his hair, trying to get his attention. “You don’t have to do that. We’re not on set…let me—”

Eddie’s hand tugged at your arm bringing you back to his side. “It’s ok, Princess. He’s…he’s fine… Jesus fucking Christ…”

Your pussy fluttered at the sound of his moan, your lips falling down to his. His tongue danced with yours and just like with Steve, you craved his taste. He whimpered against your mouth and it was hard to pull away, the sound driving you crazy.

“Stop. Stop, stop, stop,” Eddie panted. “Steve, yellow or whatever. Fucking hell. You’re both going to make me cum.”

The boy immediately removed his mouth, leaning back on his knees as they both exhaled heavily. Eddie’s forehead was resting in the nook of your neck as you two leaned up on your elbows.

“You got it right, Sir. It is yellow. Although with Daddy’s lips, I can understand why you may forget.” You smile when you feel the air of his chuckle hit your skin.

He leaned his head back to look up at you as his eyes roamed your face. “I missed you so fucking much.” Eddie’s lips quickly found yours before rolling you onto your side. Steve fell in front of you and you tenderly ran your thumb over his face removing some spit that lingered.

“By the way, besides set, we haven’t been with anyone else so…nothing to worry about but if you still want us to use condoms we can.”

“I get your tests. I know you both are safe. I am to. Besides work, I haven’t really left my house to be honest.” You looked away into the memory of the nights you had spent crying and missing them. Eddie felt your body stiffen as Steve saw the images flash through your eyes.

They both leaned in to hold you, lips roaming once again to any place on your skin they could kiss to comfort you. “Fuck.” You mewl under your breath as you feel the metalhead behind you begin to guide his cock into your ass.

“Look at me, baby.” Steve gently petted your head, leaning down to kiss your forehead before meeting your beautiful eyes. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so good. Just breath, relax.”

Your mouth opened as your eyebrows scrunched together. Eddie’s fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he moaned into your flesh. Steve slowly lifted your leg, placing it on his waist as he scooted closer to you. Reaching between you, he pressed his fingers against your clit, moving in delicate circles as he tried not to overwhelm you.

Your mouth began to water as Eddie started doing little thrusts into you, murmuring praises into your ear and repeating how much he cared about you. Steve licked his bottom lip, unable to wait any longer as his removed his fingers and pushed himself into your entrance. The arm that was clinging to the one his friend had wrapped around chest, shot out to grip his shoulder.

“Co-color, Y/N?”, Steve stuttered. Your pussy was practically sucking him in deeper as it clenched around him and he had no idea how long he was going to last. You mumbled an answer that he couldn’t hear.

Eddie’s lust blown eyes strained to look over at him. “She…she said green, dude. Fuck me.”

They both thrust into you at a steady pace and per your request were being gentle with you. Each stroke had a purpose, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you making your eyes roll back as you silently moaned their names.

It was music to their ears followed with your subtle whimpers of pleasure. It had been so long since they even heard you say their names positively and to hear it like this…

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking amazing. I’m going to cum, baby. Will you cum with me?” You nodded as Steve’s hand rested on your face while your own held on to the back of his neck, holding his face as close to yours as possible.

Your eyes never left him as his hips faltered and his mouth hung open as he came inside of you. The sight alone had you cumming with him as he leaned forward to place kisses along your chest and neck as you did.

Eddie soon followed and you turned your head to kiss his lips, him holding you tightly against his body as he came. You felt them both twitching inside of you as their continued pants warmed your skin. They delicately pulled out of you one at a time but no one moved.

“I haven’t talked in my sleep since I was a kid.” Steve looked up and noticed your eyes were closed as you spoke. “The doctors would tell my parents it was stress but they would tell them they were stupid because I had nothing to be stressed over.” You lazily smiled before feeling your tiny frame being lifted off the bed.

The chilly air of the bathroom startled you for a moment before you heard the shower turn on and the steam filled the room. Steve held you up as Eddie cleaned your body.

“Tonight, in my dream, people were trying to kill you both. I tried to save you but it was like I was invisible. No one would listen to me…”

You felt them gently turn you around before you leaned into Steve’s chest. After a while, the hot water was turned off and you were lifted again out of the shower. You open your eyes to meet Eddie’s sympathetic ones while he dried you off.

Steve replaces Eddie in front of you and pulls one of his shirts over your head before taking your hand and guiding you back to bed. He hands you a container of food that they saved for you which you accepted eagerly.

The metalhead curled up behind you on his side as you sit cross-legged, leaning against his stomach while the other man laid across from you on the other bed.

“I do…I do understand you better. Thank you…for this…even though I almost went to jail for killing Steve’s dad.”

Their laughs cut any remaining tension that was still in the room.

“Mr. Harrington was on his A game?”

“God, we barely even got in the door.”, Steve grinned as he sat up. “It was like some kind of record, Munson.”

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