#sitchski

[sitchski]

teach me, and i’ll teach you.

summary: sure, you could study chemistry… but how? when steve harrington was the one tutoring you?

pairing: nerd!steve harrington x black!fem reader

includes: oral stimulation (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, passionate sex, virginity loss, dom!reader, sub!steve, soft!steve, breeding kink

author’s note: where did i go? myb. but soft boy steve? NERD STEVE? i think tf so! ik this gif is from free guy but honestly it’s just a reference this is STEVE HARRINGTON we’re reading ‘bout. ogey ogey stay super freaky have great vagina i luv y’all ❦

“alright, now see if you can work that one out for me.”

this was easily his fault. the leaning in, making you catch the almost transparent hairs that littered his chin. the swallows, making your eyes avert to the bobbing of his adam's apple instead of being on the way his pen wrote numbers on the page. even if you did focus on the pen, you were just going to focus on the hands writing with it. calloused, veiny and large. the two most perfect necklaces you had ever seen. writhing silently took place in your seat as his left hand came to rub at his chin in thought. his bottom lip seemingly pouts at what was infront of him; you catching notice as his hand had covered it a moment ago.

he seemed stressed. what you wouldn't give to relieve it.

"struggling?" you asked him.

the way his big brown eyes looked up at you so innocently after gaining his attention warmed your heart. he chuckled breathlessly, eyes quickly averting back to the page instead of on you.

"uh- it's just... it's nothing. uhm- how's it going?"

you and chemistry never really got along. maybe it was the way your brain worked but... you just were not good at science. it wasn't that you were stupid, you just needed a push sometimes. and steve harrington gave you that push. ever since your bestfriend, robin buckley, aced her paper you had to know the source of all this random knowledge. she pointed you in steve's direction. which pointed you to make plans to study at your house.

the quick divert of conversation makes you quizzical and you quickly lift your body up to peer at his paper. at the very top of the page was the title, which you read back to him.

"star trek physics?" your tone was unintentionally in disbelief and the way steve shifted his paper away from you let you know he took note of that.

"it's- it's truly nothing. nothing to do with—"

"explain it to me," you urged. the cut off made his eyes widen a little, bewildered at your surprising curiosity. "i wanna know. am i allowed to know?"

"you really... want to?" he was surprised, right eyebrow twitching upwards which made you quite upset.

you weren't the smartest out of the bunch to understand physics to where you could apply it recreationally. despite this, it was perfectly normal to be passionate about things, as well as talk about what you're passionate about. no matter the subject.

"yes. why not?"

he began to get a little excited, shifting in his seat. it was so adorable watching him get ready to explain. the agony to indulge in what excites and gets you riveted. you understood... you really did.

"uhm- so-" steve cleared his throat, "there's this technology the enterprise, star trek enterprise, use called warp drive. in summary it's just a- really strong energy source they can use to travel really fast and through time," he explained, the enthusiasm jumping through him.

you couldn't help but be even more attracted to him. it was so hot watching him talk so enthusiastically — your eyes were so tantalising; without intent you were silently screaming at him to get closer to you. head rested on your palm, elbow propped up on the table.

"i know," you nodded slowly. you had watched only a few episodes of the popular sci-fi show but that was enough to give you basic knowledge.

he looked pleased that you did, smiling slightly as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. realisation that he was staring too hard kicked in so he went back to his explanation.

"so, obviously, all this technology is hypothetical since it's the whole point of science fiction. but, i... i wanna figure out how fast it is they're travelling physically. i used this physiologist's theory, uhm- franz joseph gall, to work out this thing called cubic warp space?"

he took a little pause to bring the notebook of equations and theories closer to him. numbers and letters dotted the page, messily done in hopes of his train of thought not coming to a halt.

"so... velocity equals work cubed times the speed of light," he noted as he pointed to the top of the page with his pencil.

"simple equation it's just... sometimes it gets a little overwhelming so," he laughed a little to himself again but stopped when he catches your smile.

"you're really smart, steve. very handsome too," you complimented. your smile grew even wider at the way his cheeks grew pink.

he smirks bashfully, thanking you. you scoot up closer to him, wanting to get a clearer picture of his physical features. though, the glasses were in the way (as cute as they were). the two beauty marks that were encircled on the right side of his cheek. perfectly implanted, right in the centre. eyebrow hairs flicked on meticulously but still looked like he didn't pay a single ounce of attention to how they looked.

"it's... really hot, actually," you added. something he may not get told often, judging by the way his face lit up.

he didn't know what to do with himself once you had said that, eyes blinking rapidly and trying so hard to look away from you. you began to grow agitated at that, frowning as you took off his glasses.

"why d'you keep lookin' away from me?" you questioned. stutters littered his speech, so prominent he wasn't able to form a proper sentence.

those eyes of his, that hair of his. Jesus, he was appearing to have a likelihood to someone you could draw in the hours you should be spending focusing on your teacher. or any other tutor for that matter.

"sorry," he apologised but you shook your head. you talk again.

"d'you have a girl, steve?"

he looked at you like he felt as though it didn't really warrant an answer before shaking his head. the sleeves of his button-up were now for him to relieve his nerves on, plucking at a stray string of fabric on the right cuff.

"you ever... ever kissed a girl before?"

it was at this moment he knew exactly what you were insinuating. you wanted to put your lips on his, taste him. in more ways than one.

he shook his head again. "do you wanna kiss me?"

your question wasn't met with an immediate answer but rather rendered a pause. again, he stuttered. not that you could blame it, it was a very bold question.

"i would- i would like that. but- but right now? or—"

you cupped his cheek, pulling him in to plant a soft kiss on his bottom lip. he reciprocated the act, kissing you back more forcefully than you intended. did he want this like you did? you gave him another kiss for his efforts, open-mouthed this time, your tongue colliding with his.

he was a good kisser for someone who had never kissed; you wanted to do it again. and more.

and he let you. he grabbed onto your arm lightly, running his fingers up and down the smooth skin. you made out for a while, stopping when the wetness inbetween your legs had accumulated to an uncomfortable point.

"steve, i- i wanna take you to my room," you confessed, eyes not leaving his lips for one moment. all he could do was look up at you, with hazy dreamy eyes like what you were saying was as fictional as the show he indulges in.

"can i take you there? please?" you pleaded.

he wanted you to. grabbing his hand, you both trailed upstairs until you got to your bedroom. flicking the lights and curiosity on, you couldn't even wait to get to the bed before kissing him again.

you kissed him hard, and desperate. you needed to feel him. you moaned sloppily through the kiss as your hands feel under his shirt to get any skin-to-skin contact.

"mm. can i take this off?" you mumbled through your kiss. he nodded quickly, with a little too much energy as a few strands of his hair came falling frontwards. you giggled a little at the eagerness, finding a particular magnetic impulse to the innocence.

button by button, his shirt came undone. you were met with a beautiful body that you couldn't help but ogle over. it made you so hot you decided to mirror him and lose your shirt too. in turn, steve began to ogle at your body. little by little, the unravelling had begun.

you stopped making out to take your pants off your body aswell but nearly got distracted at the way steve's eyes never left your tits. they weren't exactly the biggest but the way steve was eyeing them...

"you like 'em?" you asked tauntingly, pushing them up for display. you watched him swallow hard, feverish at the way you were teasing him.

"they're... they look really nice," he muttered back to which you thank him, "can i t-touch them?" his hands stopped mid-air, not wanting to do anything that would be warranted unwanted.

you were more than eager. "yes. please."

his hands grabbed onto them, thumbs rubbing over your nipples causing them to harden quickly.

"put 'em in your mouth, baby," you whispered. he looked up at you for reassurance but all he could see in your eyes was lust. that let him know you weren't playing around.

cupping your left breast, his lips latched onto the nub and you hum. it gets louder the more he sucked on them, darting his tongue out to circle around your areola. you smiled and shut your eyes in pleasure, running your hands through his gorgeous mane as he switched breasts.

eventually, he stopped and looked up at you again. pondering on your next move. you knew you would have to lead the way, meaning you would have to be the boldest one tonight.

grabbing his hand, you stuck out two fingers to suck on them both. eyes only looking his way, watching his mouth agape at how hot you were.

from there, you pulled his fingers down to your lower region; it was so obvious what you needed him to do. but you knew he wouldn't act without direction or question so you had to give him that push. like he does you.

"touch me. touch right here," you guided. however, he was hesitant. he gave your body the once over before making eye contact with you, not being able to express how scared he was.

"i'm sorry..." he apologised at his struggle to be wanton with you. you shook your head, telling him, "it's okay. this is your first time doing anything like this, right? robin told me — you don't have to be scared. just- just trust me."

all while you were talking, his fingers were rubbing at your wet folds, causing you to lightly mewl. the pure gratification from him doing something so small let you know you were fucking in for it. and you loved that.

"she told you that? gosh, that's r-really embarrassing," he grumbled but you kissed him again to stop him. "nothing's embarrassing about it. just trust me. that's all you have to do."

your hands aided his fingers inside of you while you both gasp at the feeling. he worked you slow, attentively watching how you writhed and spiralled when he fingered you faster.

he probably just liked to hear and see you in this context. you both were in different friendship groups, completely different sides of the social spectrum. never meant you were a bitch though. never meant you didn't find him hot either.

you sucked on his fingers again as you tasted yourself, before you told him to take his pants off. he did with an adorable haste in his actions, desperate getting the legs over his feet and kicking to rid them off his body faster.

when he was finally naked for you was when you copied the way he operated. rapt at the sight infront of you. steve's cock had the right amount of girth and length with this curvature to it like the gods had crafted it.

"something wrong?" he quizzed. you didn't respond but rather ordered.

"sit on the bed for me."

he hesitated for a moment, his head most likely racing a million miles. but he listened to you. you were the expert. his body sunk into the edge of the mattress, legs wide open and ready for you to take the slot between them.

how could you not?

salivating as your mouth wrapped around him only cranked up the pleasure steve was about to feel. the eye contact you two made while you sucked him off moved him to throw his head back, letting out a low-pitched moan at how good you were making him feel. you felt filthy but in the most licentious way possible. in the way that made you want to wrap your hand around his shaft, swivelling your hand around it and your mouth slid up and down to caress each and every single nerve.

you knew it felt good. you didn't even have to ask. but you were going to. your gratification was hearing him be pleased with your work. after all, that's why you were here.

"that feels so good!" he raspingly praised, balling his hands into fists and taking the sheets as prisoners. you hummed slowly and gripped onto his thighs to steady yourself as your nose slightly grazed his pelvis from how much of him you fit.

"you like when my mouth's on your dick, baby?" you questioned. most likely you looked a hot mess; slobber probably dribbled down your chin. steve didn't seem to care; salaciousness sewn into your tone almost forced him to answer verbally.

looking frantically in your eyes, he answered, "yes. really like it."

you smirked, hand still stroking his shaft. "how would you like it if you put it inside me? yeah? you'd like your dick inside my pussy?" your lips were up next to his ear. you teased him and you could see a vein pop out near his left temple. whatever you were saying and doing was working.

"god, y/n. i'd like it. i'd like it so much," he whimpered, eyes shut in complete ecstasy. he pauses from the indulgence to look up at you; his eyes were puppy-like, pleading as he asks,

"i wanna make you feel good too. can i? make you feel good?"

again, the innocence. only the need to attract and get closer was felt when steve talked or acted like that. you shared a quick kiss before lying down on the bed, waiting for him to get ontop of you.

there was trust in his eyes as he looked down at you; he was comfortable with you. every utter of the word 'yes' and every nod of his head was all true. he wanted you too. you didn't have to be unsure of it now.

your walls opened up for him as he eased the tip of his cock into you. a gasp was heard from both of you as you focused on the feeling of you finally becoming one in this moment.

he thrusted slowly, placing his hand right under your knee to spread you and hold it at the angle most pleasurable for him. his other hand roamed your body, on a journey figuring out where to stop and settle. he settled with one of your tits (the right one specifically).

you shut your eyes in pleasure, throwing your head back as you felt him go deeper inside of you. "you okay?" he was breathless as he asked you, squeezing your flesh to get you to give him your eyes.

you smiled, holding his hand. "i'm so good. more than okay. you?"

"r-really good. you feel... amazing..." he rasps out, looking down to watch the work he was doing. from there, you could tell he was beginning to grow cautious. he wanted to make you feel good and desperately wanted to last for you.

you get his attention by running your fingers through his hair, though stray strands still subside infront of his face. panicked eyes watch you but you were sure to inspirit him.

"you make me feel so good, baby," you whined. initially, you felt a weird feeling in your heart, thinking you had gotten too comfortable too quickly. but he groaned slightly, pushing his length further into you.

you moaned quite audibly, smiling at his newfound confidence. as you locked eyes, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping them. he hopelessly chased your lips, a heavy tongue kiss being displayed which you both moaned through.

the sheer intimacy of it made you tighten, causing him to hiss and pull away. "nngh- fuck," he mewls, looking down at his dick pushing into you.

his eyes were glued to the sight — the wetness splashing onto his shaft had made it glisten each time it reappeared from being in you.

"i wanna feel... all of you..." he breathed out, "m'gonna push all the way in. c-can i do that?" he cupped your cheek. all you could do was kiss as him as confirmation.

the repeated smacking sound of his hips hitting your backside was soon heard, as were your shared moans and whimpers. “just like that, baby… you like being inside me, huh? you like using my pussy to get you off?” your tone was a little condescending but it seemed as though steve… loved it.

he pushed his length into you like he was fraught to get in even deeper. your walls tightened around him once again, slowing down his movements slightly. “uh-huh,��� he nodded, “and you- hmph- fit so- fuckin’ tight ‘round me, sweetheart. like you were made for me. i love the way you feel around me.”

it was you who was now speechless, the one without a thing to say. he had knocked all the wind out of you, driving fiercely into you as though he wanted to prove how quick of a learner he actually was. and boy, was he proving it.

however, you weren't expecting him to say this next.

"i wanna put my mouth on you. y/n... i wanna- wanna taste you. please," he mumbled sheepishly and breathily. your eyes widened but it didn't mean you were going to stop him.

"ofcourse. ofcourse you can."

you both laughed at his haste; steve practically scrambled to his knees and pulled you in by your thighs. surprisingly, he didn't ask much questions he just went straight to pleasing you.

his focus were your folds, lapping up all the wetness there and humming at what he got on his tongue. the vibration made you cry out louder, trying so hard not to squirm around from the pleasure. the shift from your folds to your clit didn't help. how could he not have done this before?

“m’i makin’ you feel good? yeah?” he desperately questioned. he had pulled a way for just a moment, hand sliding up and down your wetness as he looked up at you from inbetween your thighs. he hadn’t even kept them off you yet.

his chin was glistening, hair dishevelled and you were fully convinced there was no sight hotter. you nodded profusely, barely finding it in you to speak.

“m’gonna try and get you there, okay? make you feel how you’ve been makin’ me feel. you- you deserve it okay?”

you didn’t have time to respond, but it didn’t matter. he was already back at it. his tongue flicked at your clit rapidly, sucked on it hard before he shook his head as his tongue messily moved around on it. you were too distracted to ask, feeling the rush build between your legs.

"fuck, baby, fuck. i'm cumming, i'm—"

your hand slammed down on the bed at the total ecstasy you felt. out-and-out pleasure; something you were familiar with but never like this. reminding you you need him to feel the same.

"mmm!" he groaned out at the feeling of your release on his mouth. the back of your mind went on a subconscious wonder of how it felt to him, especially since it was for the first time.

you propped yourself up with your elbows resting on the bed, watching him stare at your cunt. "fuck, i- i've fucking ruined you, haven't i?" he asked, rhetorically. the pit of your stomach stirred — well that was fucking hot.

giggling, you replied, "i think you have. makes me wonder where on earth you got this from."

he didn't respond, but rather came up to hover over you. he kissed your body. his lips took a wondrous trail on you, stopping at the familiar parts of your neck.

"scored a one hundred on my biology test last week," he murmured through his kisses. you were distracted, but wanted to hear about this so-called explanation.

"it was on anatomy. female anatomy."

the answer was just too comical for you to not burst out laughing. he joined you sheepishly but his lips claiming yours stop your light taunt. everything takes a tantalising turn once again as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock; he was still hard, thank God. it meant you could still finish him off — you weren't satisfied if he wasn't.

"you've been so good for me, y'know that?" you pecked his lips. still pumping, you watch his face turn pink at the pleasure. "i think you deserve to finish off, right?"

he nodded, completely speechless.

"you wanna lay on your side for me, steve?”

he planted a quick kiss to your lips, cheek and breast before doing what you asked. you turned to your side quickly, lifting your right leg up which he grabbed subconsciously.

his tip slid over your folds numerous times, struggling to find your entrance but your guidance quickly got him there. he pushed in fast, a little too fast making you grip the sheets at the intensity.

"shit- did- did i hurt you?" he stopped instantly, raising up to see your face. you looked back with a lazy smile, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"it felt good, trust me. don’t worry. go at the pace you want, mkay? want you to finish inside of me. want your cum dripping out of me. you want that too huh?"

he didn't respond verbally. you still knew, though. he had began to speed up in strokes, your bodies moving along with the force inwhich he fucked you.

"i need to hear you, steve," you demanded through your moans, "tell me you wanna cum inside me."

"oh my god," he panted, eyes darting from yours to your tits which were bouncing rhythmically with his thrusts, "i wanna cum in you. so so bad."

his pelvic bone was surely damaged. the fierceness of his thrusts as he verbalised what he wanted to do to you got him acting rougher. in actuality, the animalistic side is what you wanted. you got that tame side of him gone.

"mhmm? you gonna fill me up?" you egged him on, realising that was how you could get him there.

"wanna fill you up, so bad, sweetheart. m'gonna fuckin' drain myself in you. p-paint your walls with it. while all- while all you can do is shut up and take it," he expounded. his fingers dug into your thigh while the other had grabbed onto your tit.

"yeah. 'cause you deserve it right?" you persuaded, nearly orgasming a second time just from his words.

he bit his lip. "i do. 'cause i've been so good for you, shit," he groaned aloud. before watching his cock disappear in your pussy over and over again, he goes to kiss you. it was sloppy and so sensual but you were obsessed with it. you even chased his lips to get a second one.

his thrusts were beginning to get sloppy, your hand still stayed on his neck to comfort him as he lost control. he shut his eyes tight, wavering in stance as he was so desperate to give what you both wanted.

"let go. let go, baby, you can do it. cum for me, steve, please," you whined. it was a need for you as much as it was for him; this whole thing wasn't even about you, you just had to make sure steve felt good.

"holy fucking shit. you're gonna make me cum, y/n. oh- fuck! oh?!" he moaned very loudly as he finally released. you felt his cock twitch at every sprout of cum that shot out and painted all inside of you. your arm extended for your hand to wrap around his neck some more as he buried his head in yours.

you hummed to yourself happily, craning your neck up to be level with him just enough to kiss him endearingly. his tongue slid in your mouth slowly as his hand on your thigh ran up and down across the skin, leaving a tingly feeling on what he touched.

after a couple moments of staring at eachother, you said, “thankyou for trusting me.” your hand ran his fingers through his hair, admiring how handsome he looked. infact, he looked even better all fucked out.

“thankyou for… for it all. it- it was amazing, baby,” steve commended and pecked your forehead.

his cock was still stuffed in you, his cum managed to spill out regardless. it made a puddle on the sheets, much to your amusement.

“y’know you called me handsome,” he taunted. eyes drinking in your features and the way you stared at him quizzically for a moment,

“but you’re… beautiful. absolutely beautiful.”

you giggled lightly at his kind words, thanking him and enjoying this intimate moment you were sharing. aimless conversation, smoothing your hands over eachother’s bodies.

“so…” you started, looking at the way his eyebrows raised briefly in anticipation, “…you wanna watch some star trek reruns?”

his cheeks changed colour, to a light pink hue. he was flattered by your request. that in turn got you grinning profusely.

“i would love that. you need to be converted anyways.”

[sitchski]

i am so. goddamn. obsessed.

LNC: STEVE HARRINGTON (inspo)

[saintsir4n]

cast list

CARSON "SUMMER" BAKER 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗦. 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹

introducing... joy bryant as 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻

(rest of the fast and the furious cast as their respective roles.)

DEDICATIONS: ViaVolterra afro_crown19  sitchski taco_c4t sintivafantasy -cloudydior

warnings: swearing, anxiety, smut, violence, guns and death

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a/n:

i am only doing the first fast film, not the rest. i've been rewatching all of them, just find them ridiculous and heartwarming. it'll be a short story guys, ten chapters long, and will contain y2k slang *cringey i know.* updates will be normal guys, (every Sunday). i got bored and decided to write this ages ago.

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hope you enjoy.

[sitchski]

OMG!!!! more steve harrington x fem!black!reader smut PLEASE!!!!

hmmm.. only cuz you said please 🤭 no but lowkey i’m glad you asked this so i now have the excuse to post this yayyy!

off limits.

summary: your boyfriend loved to gloat about how lucky he was to have you, but what he didn’t know was that steve had you first.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!black!reader

includes: unprotected sex, rough sex, oral stimulation (f receiving), choking kink, pet names, dom!steve, older!sinclair!sister, cheating

author’s note: so idk if y’all have heard the song restroom occupied but that song is a BANGER. and i’m not sure why but it inspired this oneshot. so did scandal i have been watching aLOT of scandal. idk where i was… lost but i am now found. anyways enjoy !

steve harrington was a good friend. he was so good! you, him and robin became such a cute little trio even though he was to graduate pretty soon.

even while at school, he managed to keep a watchful eye on your little brother, lucas, and his friends, mike, will and dustin. the party as they liked to call themselves.

steve harrington was a great guy. so why was he doing something so bad? and why, oh, why did it have to be you?

"your boyfriend has some real fuckin' attitude, y'know that?" he muttered discreetly, pretending to look for something to drink as he caught you in the kitchen.

a house party, one your boyfriend was throwing. he was sweet... a little boring but ugh so sweet! you had been dating for a couple of months now and were truly starting to feel comfortable.

but ofcourse, right there to disturb your peace was him.

"attitude? you really wanna sit here and talk about attitude?" you countered through gritted teeth. you absentmindedly grabbed the first thing infront of you in order to get your eyes to look anywhere but at him.

you settled on a coke bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring it into your cup as you continued, "this night has been so good. he invited you to his house in confidence. can you for once not let your pride get in the way and act cool? please?"

he rolled his eyes dramatically. he was over your pathetic pleading. he knew that wasn't what this was all about.

"y/n, look at me. look at me."

"nope. i've got a drink to make."

"look..." he emphasised sternly but still quietly. this caused you to put the bottle and glass down, sighing as you didn't give in just yet. "...at me."

though you did some internal fighting, you caved. locking eyes with him. you only saw admiration; pure admiration. so raw it turned ruthlessly animalistic. you knew, because of how well he inflicted it on you.

"d'you think it's been easy? watching—" his breathless laugh interrupted him, his head turning away for a brief moment. "watching him kiss you? touch up on you? stare at me with a fuckin' smug face like your thighs weren't locked around my head this same week?"

your mind instantly pulled up vivid screenshots of the act, causing you to inhale sharply. you couldn't look away, though. he didn't even touch physically to force you to hold that gaze but there was something strong, almost magnetic, telling you you didn't stand one chance.

he was the one to break it though, glancing down, at your dress. black, sleek, tight. his jaw clenched as he drank you in, parched the whole evening.

"fuckin' teasing me with that dress. you know, we know he's not the one you wore it for. like- like he would know what to do when the dress is off. like he would know how to make those thighs shake," he mumbled. his voice got lower the more he talked, supposedly jumping onto a train of thought himself. one that stopped at the same destination as yours did.

he looked back up at you again. "go to the bathroom in about ten minutes. i'll meet you there in five after."

you scoffed, looking away to give a studious laugh. "like that isn't gonna be any more obvious?"

"nope," he chugged his full cup and slammed it on the countertop, "was just leaving."

you watched as he said goodbye to all of your shared friends, stopping at your boyfriend, where the exchange was done awkwardly and tensely.

silently, you screamed. in your head there was only one reaction. your consciousness had sat down your heart in a chair where she was repeatedly getting beat up. but it didn't matter. no matter how hard the blows were, your heart was still beating. for him.

and it beat in a happy and excited rhythm as you waited in the bathroom. you leaned against the sink, arms folded and anticipating.

it was pathetic, really. how consumed and controlled you were by the connection you two shared. you fixed your hair in the mirror, smoothed out your dress and, out of nervous habit, nearly chewed through your pinky nail.

that was until he showed up. climbing through the window like this was the heist scene in a big action blockbuster. speechless, you eyeballed his terribly indiscreet entrance and the way he dusted his knees as though it was a job well done.

"james bond, everybody," you slyly commented on his overt performance, arms folded like a true member of the audience.

"shut up," he bluntly demanded before claiming your lips with a cup of your cheek.

he appreciated your banter, he always did, but not right now. you were doing something to him. just standing there you were doing it. as long as that dress stayed on your body there was no need for talking. it needed to come off you.

you moaned softly through your lip lock, hands moving to tug at his green sweatshirt. he stopped you though, pushing your hands away quite forcefully. breaking away from the kiss to stare at your body. sorry, the temptation known as your body.

"off."

the word was muttered at first but when you didn't do what he had ordered, he glanced up at you to repeat himself. "off, angel. take it off for me."

you were going to listen. obviously. but it didn't mean you weren't going to have fun while listening. slowly, one of your hand reached back to the zipper. it took a lifetime to undo a few zips, though in your world it was only a few seconds.

already way too much time. he gave up, grabbing you by the arm and spinning you around so your back could press up against his front. the bathroom mirror being right infront of you both, you kept your eyes on him as he began to talk. his right hand makes sure to wrap around your neck so your eyes don't do him the disservice of wandering.

"you tease me every single day, y/n. every day you're with him. kissing him, hugging him- quite frankly, i don't wanna talk about what you two do together, it'll just piss me off," he interrupted himself, breathing in for a second.

"but i finally get to have you all to myself, alone, and you fuckin' stand there and tease me in that dress? d'you have any idea how hard this night has been for me, baby?" he questioned as he pressed his lips against your cheek. while putting emphasis on the word, he decided to also make you feel something very hard that was growing in his jeans.

you hummed in pleasure, moving your ass against his hard slowly. this made him hiss, tightening the grip on your neck.

"i think you're gonna have to take all of me now. make up for it, no?" he proposed. but he didn't even have to; he knew that he has you trapped in an imminent chain. all signs only pointed to:

"yes."

"then take off your dress, beautiful."

that was how it all lead to this point. you sat on the sink, naked and legs spread wide open. how it lead to steve mercilessly rutting his cock inside you to the point where your mouth wasn't even capable of moaning his name anymore.

"good God," he groaned, hands grabbing you by the thighs and roughly pulling you closer. one hand gripped your neck again, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

the green sweatshirt he wore here was off quite quickly, though his pants were simply pulled down  as well as his boxers. he clearly didn't want to waste anytime but that didn't matter to you. the quicker he got inside of you the better.

your g-spot was being bruised and abused by this man, each thrust giving you that same wondrous sensation that got you closer and closer. there was something so specific about the way he stretched you out, how each vein from his girth caressed your walls and the way it almost hindered his roughness.

"look at you," he murmured with a hinge of endearment, "my good girl, my good pretty girl. taking every inch of my cock for me."

'my'. he always used that word 'my' when he knew it wasn't (totally) true. this was bad for you, it was so bad. but you couldn't never bring yourself to the focal point of guilt. not when your focal point was wrapping your legs around his torso as he lifted you up, slamming you against the wall beside the sink.

claiming your body with his strokes, giving you no real option but to scream his name.

"you gonna cum for me, angel? tell me, has your precious boyfriend ever gotten you this close?" he asked as if this whole ordeal was normal, as if it was normal to fuck a taken woman.

it was humiliating as it was gratifying. but you answered every question, gave into every taunt, moaned at every position, fuck, flick of his tongue. you were his. some stupid boyfriend didn't matter.

you answered sheepishly, "no, steve. only you. it's always been you."

your arms were wrapped around his neck tightly as you felt your stomach grow heavy and your legs grow weaker. he seemingly felt it too, burying his head in the crook of your neck after grunting loudly.

"shit," he cried, turning his head to the side so he could plant some sloppily placed kisses on your skin, "and you love it don't you? love my cock buried deep in you. love cumming all over my dick while your boyfriend wonders where you are, you love it don't you baby?"

him whining his words, begging you to release like he needed it more than oxygen seemed like pure mockery. jeering at your pathetic desire. your walls sunctioned around him, much to your dismay, as it let him know how powerful his words were.

he finally hit that spot that made you scream with pleasure, forcing him to quickly wrap his hand around your mouth. he wanted to scold you until you creaming all over his shaft felt way too good to focus. he grunted harshly, dropping his hand and nearly sinking from the feeling.

but you didn't even get a chance to ride out your high, as you were already being lifted. physically. steve had literally picked you up, throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his head inbetween your legs.

naturally, you were petrified of falling. somehow, this thrill and fear added to your elation. it almost felt like a sick form of punishment for what you had done earlier — you were literally convulsing and he was eating your cunt like he wanted you to feel pain.

"fuck, steve!" you cried, bunching fistfuls of his hair against your palms. there, he stopped, muttering, "my thighs, my beautiful angel. mine," he looked up at you, hopefully.

breathlessly, unconsciously, you confirmed to him, "yours."

him beneath you like this, watchful and attentive eyes made you get a surge of power. maybe the feeling was shared. steve harrington possibly feels controlled by you and not the other way around.

although, that thought is soon gone as he let you down. his eyes didn't leave you once. not even as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the door. he didn't open it, he didn't unlock it. all he did was press your bodies against it.

"s-steve?" you murmured, "what are you—" you glanced back to see him removing his pants fully from his body, wanting to get comfortable is what you presumed.

"oh, me?" he reiterated, "i'm taking my pants off."

you rolled your eyes at his fake cluelessness. stopping you from opening your mouth was the jolting force that was him grabbing you by the hood and forcing his backside right against his front.

"and i'm also fucking you against this door so he knows exactly who you belong to."

[sitchski]

my love

[sitchski]

got a lil something for y’all soon… stay tuned!

[sitchski]

SICKENING.

[sitchski]

so you got new braids and eddie’s pretty obsessed!

modern!eddie, black!fem reader, fluff

“holy shit.”

you looked back at your boyfriend, who appeared to be stunned at you… washing the dishes? you shifted your eyes side to side, waiting to see if he’d moved but he didn’t. so you spoke up.

“what?”

“your hair, it’s- its different than what it looked like yesterday,” he pointed out, staring at it puzzlingly. after having a wig for a bit of time, you decided to switch things up and get some tribal braids. they had beads threaded at the bottom; some were clear, some were white and some were purple (eddie’s favourite colour on you).

you chuckled at him before turning your head back to the sink. “mhmm. i got a different style this time.”

he let out an ‘oh’ to make it clear he understood. then came up beside you, leaning on the sink. all while still admiring the new hair.

“and these are…” he trailed off waiting for you to complete the sentence. “…tribal braids, baby.”

he pursed his lips up as he nodded, looking impressed with it all. his eyes widened slightly at the beads.

“the beads. the beads are… really fuckin’ pretty, angel. how long did those take?”

while putting away dishes, you answered his question again. “thankyou. i did ‘em myself. and it was around a whole night. so… a few hours. but i had this little tool for them.”

he noticed you had done the beads in honour of the colour he likes most on you but decided to not bring it up, silently admiring your thoughtfulness instead.

when he was finally finished inquiring about your new hair, he stepped behind you. warmth filled your belly as you felt his hands snake around your waist to hug you and hold you close.

“i was only asking questions ‘cause i was curious. i’m sorry if i pried too much?” he apologised, his speech muffled as his lips pressed into your shoulder.

that put a smile on your face as well as making you giggle lightly at him. “you didn’t, eddie. you’re actually respectful about it when most aren’t. i love that about you.”

“okay… plus i have one more question.”

“and that is, mr munson?” you waited, placing another clean plate on the drying rack.

“can you turn around so i can see how it looks from the front a bit better?”

you breathed out a laugh before giving him his request. his mouth hung open a little at how fine the parting was, how one was in a swirled pattern, two were crossed over. also at how well your edges were done (even though you did them all the time they still surprised him).

you began to grow a tiny bit embarrassed at his gawking since it was so up close and personal and not from afar. it boiled down when he spoke, the softness tying in with the genuineness.

“you look beautiful, y/n. jesus, how an asshole like me ended up with an angel like you, i’ll never understand, huh?” his hands found their way to your waist again, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling stupidly at his compliment. as your body was supported itself by holding onto him, his hand dipped to under your thighs to pick you up.

you squealed at the suddenness but still buckle your legs around his torso. “i mean look at you. i’m so lucky, ain’t i?”

you cut off his self-deprecation tied up into a compliment by the kiss you gave him. your noses bumped eachother’s as your head turned to the side, to deepen the kiss between you.

it had already gotten heated, your tongues in clash. it’d help if you stopped so you could finish cleaning up but you always commended eddie on how easy it was for him to captivate you in a kiss. his urge to stop was slim to none, especially since he had picked you up and you were sat directly on a ticket to your bedroom.

you hummed into the kiss, quick to object when you found your heart beating even faster. “dishes.”

with the single word mumbled upon his lips, he let you down. but didn’t stop kissing you. his ring-adorned, brute hands sat either side of you as they gripped the edge of the sink.

still enjoying being tongue tied with him, you decided to let him end it on his own terms. he finally pulled away but not without sending a few pecks to your lips and nose.

“beautiful. say it back to me,” he urged, wanting you to know how true it was. “beautiful,” you repeated. initially, you rolled your eyes at him but ended up smiling at the smile lighting up on his face.

“good. i love you.” once more, he kissed your lips again and backed up from you, walking away from the kitchen.

finally, staying out of your hair.

[sitchski]

good god

it’s time to bereal; jude bellingham

summary: bereal goes off while you’re in a slightly compromising position and jude can’t help himself

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex

notes: you can find my masterlist here. THIRD times a charm, if it doesn’t work this time i’m just gna leave it smh

"fuck, that's good." jude's voice was a low rumble, his words huffed out into the quiet room around a soft moan. the sound of his breathless groans and the occasional whimper was making your head spin, your pussy clamping down around his cock so tightly you were surprised you could still lift off him.

he was pressed into the mattress beneath you, both hands gripping your ass, pushing and pulling to help you ride him at a steady pace. your thighs were starting to burn with the effort of staying upright and he was so deep each time you dropped your hips back down he brushed a spot so sensitive inside of you that your breath hitched. the pace you'd set was slow and steady and was driving the both of you insane, jude's impatient hands urging you to rock against him faster.

"so good, baby." you whimpered softly, nodding your head in agreement with his confession, nails sinking into the sweaty skin on his chest. you raked them down his stomach and he hissed at the sting, his hips bucking up beneath you. the thrust was hard and almost toppled you over, a surprised whine catching in your throat. you hadn't even realised your eyes had closed, head had tipped back until then and when you glanced down the sight beneath was almost enough to have you coming on the spot.

jude was fucked out and sweaty, eyes dark and glazed over, gaze flitting between your face and the spot he was repeatedly fucking into you. he'd tucked his bottom lip between his teeth but on a particularly skilled roll of your hips he let it spring free, a broken moan of your name spilling out. the vein in his neck bulged just slightly, the skin of his chest already marred with scratches from your nails, an overly obvious teeth indentation at the base of his throat. he looked so pretty the tug in your lower tummy only got harder, your release rushing closer.

fingers squeezed at your ass, guided your movements until only the tip of his cock was nudged between your walls, his eyes dropping to take in the mess you'd made. he made a noise between a whine and groan before pulling you back down, his cock slipping back between your slick walls. he let you grind your hips a little, the friction of the hair at the base of his cock against your clit making your pussy squeeze around him.

"so pretty, god, you're so fucking pretty." jude grunted the words, worked his hips up against yours and it was getting difficult to stay upright, your hands against his chest started to give out. "look how good you're taking it, pussy's just swallowing my cock, babe." you could only moan his name in response, circling your hips to pull one of your favourite groans from deep in his chest. "there you go, just like that yeah? make yourself cum for me."

your hand had slid down your stomach, fingers just beginning to tease over your already sensitive clit, jude's feet planted in the mattress to fuck up into you. the wet sounds of your pussy and the constant moans from the two of you filled the bedroom, loud but still not loud enough the drown out the notification ping from the phone beside his head. his hips faltered, both your heads turning to face the screen, the bereal two minute notification blinking back at you.

you expected him to ignore it, he was still pumping his cock up into you and your orgasm was just starting to build in your tummy, but jude had other ideas. his lips tilted into a smirk and his thrusts came to a stop, his hands pulling your hips to a halt. the whine you let out was loud and dramatic, almost a cry when your pleasure was yanked away from you.

"what? what're you doing?"

"taking my bereal."

"i-are you fucking kidding me? jude, i was so close." you were pouting, shifting your hips to grind your clit against him and feel the tip of his cock nudge the deepest part of you. his lashes fluttered and his jaw tensed but he didn't resume fucking you, just gripped your ass a little harder in warning.

"c'mon, you're telling me you've never thought about this?"

"no, no i haven't. can you just- baby, please i just wanna cum." jude matched your pout at your whiney tone, pushed himself into a sitting position with his phone still in hand and pressed a single soft kiss to your mouth. his cock pressed impossibly deeper inside of you and drew out a quiet whimper.

"i'll make you cum so good, i promise," he kissed the corner of your mouth and then your cheek, nuzzled his nose against yours with a dirty smile. "just let me take this."

"you're so fucking annoying."

"so is that a yes?"

"i swear to god, if you get my tits in it i'm breaking up with you."

"i won't, no one will see anything." jude pressed one more kiss to your lips before lifting his phone, angling the front camera at himself. he grinned, that smile that always made your chest ache and held up three fingers, your brow crinkling in confusion at what that was for. liquid heat blossomed in your tummy and you felt a new wave of wetness coat jude's cock at the dirtyness of the situation.

his next few movements were quick and ridiculously agile considering how little time there was between the first and second picture. he fell back on to the mattress, back into his original position and with the palm of his free hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pulled you down on top of him. the phone turned so the back camera was pointed at the row of mirrors on the wardrobe beside your bed, easily capturing the position you were in. you knew without looking it would be obvious what was happening, your ass was still half raised, back arched and jude's legs bent. his cock was still nestled deep inside of you but thankfully the angle of your legs would make it impossible to see.

when he lowered the phone you shifted, ignoring the ache between your thighs that urged you to rock against his cock again. jude grinned and turned the screen for you to see, your head shaking at his cocky expression. you were right that everything was covered, the picture of the two of you just blurry enough that really it could pass as simply cuddling if you ignored the slightly dramatic arch of your back. the selfie of jude alone however was enough to give away what had been happening. he was sweaty, lips kiss bitten and swollen, chest bare and glistening, your teeth marked into his throat. he looked filthy and a part of you liked that he was about to post something so intimate.

"what's with the three fingers?" you watched him press post before switching the device to silent and half throwing it to the other end of the bed. his eyes met yours again, one hand smoothing down the expanse of your back and over the curve of your ass. he gave the soft skin a light slap, groaned when your pussy fluttered around him. leaning forward he caught your lips in a scathing kiss, ground his hips up against yours so his cock could slide deeper into your slick walls.

"already made you cum three times." in a quick movement, he'd flipped the two of you, your back against the mattress, his body slotted between your open legs. his cock stayed snug inside of you. "y'want that fourth one?" you could only nod, sighing softly when he mouthed at your jaw, tipped your head back so he could reach more skin. "good girl."

the bereal went forgotten for the next hour, jude's phone still left on silent and lost within the tangled bedsheets. he hadn't made you cum straight away despite your orgasm already being so close, he dragged it out with teasing thrusts, your hands pinned above your head with one hand, his other wrapped loose around your throat. he fucked you until your thighs were shaking and you were begging him to stop, your pussy so wet and swollen it took everything in him to keep his own orgasm at bay. when he finally did finish he pumped you full of his cum, pressed his hips flush to yours and made you take everything he had with quiet praises, his lips against your ear so you could hear every hitched whimper and whiney moan.

you'd showered together afterwards, giggling and kissing as jude made sure to clean you both up, his hands gentle on your sensitive skin. clean and no longer overwhelmed with the need to have him fuck you, you fell back on the bed, searching the sheets for his discarded phone. jude flopped down next to you, one arm propped behind his head and watched you switch it back on. he tilted his head to work the face id for you and both of you blanched at the multitude of bereal notifications and texts regarding the post.

"oh no."

"i can't believe you thought that was a good idea." his friends had flooded the comments more than once to express their disgust, most of them calling you out for being filthy. the reaction pictures to the post were just as disappointed, a couple of your friends faces popping up between jude's.

"i was a good idea. c'mon we had to do it at least once and it's not like they can see anything."

"they can see my arse."

"not properly." he tilted his head and kissed your temple, pressed closer to you so you could read through his notifications together. "but it does look hot." your gaze snagged on jobe's name in his texts and a deep groan rumbled in your chest, your face twisting as you let the phone drop to jude's stomach.

"your brother saw. your brother knows we have sex! that's- ew! how am i supposed to have sunday dinner with him ever again when he's seen this?" rolling over on to your stomach you buried your face into the pillow, jude's laughter loud, his snort only making you grumble more. he patted a sympathetic hand on your ass, still thumbing through his notifications, his amusement obvious. his laughter came to a sudden halt and the pout could be heard in his next words.

"hey! jobe blocked me."

[sitchski]

eddie being a great little aftercare giver 🤌🏽 (and also having an expertise at teasing)

dom!eddie?, black!fem reader, fluff, aftercare, smut (clit stimulation, teasing)

author’s note: fluff eddie is now my shit sorry folks. i also don’t really like how i ended this but ykw it’s fine we moveeee

you finally came up for air after your kiss. all the want, consideration and love put into it. his forehead had little beads of sweat dotted across it while his hair was wilder than its normal state. but you couldn’t replace it.

a demon that had taken his horns off for you was in a dreamy haze after letting the angel beside wear them for the night.

“mmm,” he smiled, gazing at your face, “you’re so pretty.”

“you meant that?” you questioned, faking your shock, “i thought that was y’know- just for the hour or so your dick was inside me.”

“it was actually for right now. i figured if i tell you it enough times, you’ll let me spent the night,” he grinned sadistically, adding to the joke that there was no relationship or feelings between the two of you.

you gawked at him, your eyes even widening a tad. “fuck you!” you exclaimed but he just laughed. he leeched onto you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he chortled at you.

“you ask for honesty,” he started then moved his head so you could be eye level with eachother, “i give it to you.”

“i hate you,” you taunt but fail to hide your grin since his beautiful face was so close to yours. you expected him to match your energy and say it back, only he doesn’t.

“and i’m obsessed with you.”

words couldn’t be formed as the erratic, chaotic and hearty feeling in your belly possessed you to do nothing other than sit and gawk at his words. he was good at that.

he sent a quick kiss to your lips before getting up from the bed. as he tried to get his boxers on, your eyes were glued to his ass, struggling to not let out a giggle.

“stop staring at my ass, y/n,” he called out. “but i can’t help it. it’s so cute, like i could hold it in one hand,” you cooed jokingly and pouted at him.

his face when he finally turned around was something to giggle at you. you wanted to get up and follow him but he lightly grabbed you by your waist to stop you.

“mm-mm, honey. i need to clean you up,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked to the bathroom.

once he left, you decided to pick up the book that you had been reading before he decided to come over. you rolled onto your stomach, picking out the bookmark and getting to reading.

it was a collection of poems by edgar allan poe, one of your favourites. so much so that when you were reading while eddie played his guitar and not focusing fully on him, he liked to change the poe to poo since he was soooo funny.

although he did secretly admire your love for poetry and prose. not to mention your ability to apply some of them to your relationship, reading some of them directly to him.

your eyes only averted for a second when the sound of a door opening distracted you. eddie stopped in his tracks as he breathlessly laughed at you reading. he so desperately wanted to take a picture but you probably would’ve broken the camera.

“y/n. y/n, lay on your back for me,” he softly ordered. you didn’t even look at him as you turned the page to reveal the next poem.

“yeah… after this poem…” you told him but he rolled his eyes. kneeling on the messy bedsheets, he reached for you. “you can read your edgar allan poo poems after. or even during! just- just lay on your back.”

“no. you called him edgar allan poo.”

he stayed stunned for a moment but then shrugged at you, knowing that since you weren’t going to cooperate he’d have to get you to turn around himself.

“fine.”

first, he snatched the book out of your hand (don’t worry, he still took the moment to put the bookmark in at the correct page). then, as if you weighed nothing but a feather, he grabbed by your waist and picked you up and out the sheets to lay you down on your back.

“i- rude.”

“rude,” he mocked you in a high pitched voice, “sometimes you need to shut up and let me take care of you,” he mumbled back and spread your thighs open.

a damp washcloth was in his hand, which soon after began to wipe at your inner thighs. it was a pleasurable warmth. a little too pleasurable to feel the normal kind of nice. especially since eddie would give the occasional kiss afterwards. or even worse for you, sink his teeth into your skin.

“eddie… that kinda feels…” you weren’t hoping to get particular excited over this; it was just him taking care of you. but you thought the care was as mild as a tissue to your thighs and a kiss.

so the warmth stinging at your thighs and the tender bites eddie sunk into your flesh had your mind outside of the wholesomeness and right back to the place you guys were at around 10 minutes ago.

you looked down at him when you realised he’d stopped. your right leg had been bent up and spread to the side, as he rested his cheek against the thigh of that leg. he was gazing at your entrance, specifically, the wetness that had accumulated in your folds.

with a blink, he looked up at you. his brown doe eyes resembled those of puppy dogs. mind you, there was not a single innocent thought behind them. maybe pleading, but never innocent pleading.

“eddie,” you huffed. you knew exactly what he was doing looking at you like that, you knew what he wanted and what he was trying to get from you.

“baby,” he said back. the attention was now back on your body, sloppily kissing down your line which created a snail trail of his saliva cascaded to your inner thigh.

your heart began to beat faster the closer you got. your breathing was a testimony to that; diaphragm rising and falling at a rapid rate. hovering right over your core, he blew his cold air onto your core.

he smiled at the way you shivered. also, at how fed up you looked with his teasing. but he liked getting a rise out of you so he let it happen.

“i don’t know what you’re trying to do but…” you trailed off as you indulged in the feeling of his warm tongue sucking on the skin of your thigh.

“…you- you need to stop.”

“why? you won’t let me take care of you? ” he asked innocently. right after he did, his thumb reached over to your bud, circling it slowly. you exhale instead of speaking, since your mind was now completely blank.

“eddie.”

your voice was lilted, humming delicately at his delicate attention to your clit. however it changed, and so did the tempo of your voice. you hummed sharply and breathed rapidly. he circled your bud fast, seemingly enjoying the way your mind was now scrambled having just come to a set of peace.

the gratifying heat of the warm washcloth going over your clit, then your slit now accumulating wetness more and more made you let out an impulsive moan. you were now officially frustrated. whether it was at him, or at the fact that this whole aftercare thing was much too stimulating for you, you had no clue.

your thighs squirmed at his touch, as everything was teased at you. within seconds, you were face to face. you gave him a look — one that wondered how on earth he could just do that wizardry so calmly

“what? i thought i should probably stop like you told me too,” he teasingly said. your eyes rolled and your turned your head away to no longer look at him.

chuckling at you, he grabbed the book you were previously reading and handed it to you.

“now you can read your edgar allan poo poem—”

“you’re the most annoying person alive. i hate you,” you confessed (even though you both knew it was false). he attacked your cheeks with little kisses, some trailing down to the neck since you still wouldn’t look at himself.

“and i’m obsessed with you.”

[sitchski]

Distraction — Eddie Munson x black!fem reader

summary: you needed a distraction from the stress your homework was giving you and luckily, eddie was there to provide it.

cw: dom!eddie, bratty!nervous!reader, praise kink, face slapping, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk (minors dni!)

word count: 3k

“Goddammit.”

you were so over it. why did calculus have to be so difficult? not just difficult but unnecessarily difficult? you had breezed through all the studying for your other subjects, all the homework you were assigned.

it was just. calculus.

in hawkins high’s library, you had found a loophole. see, ms. rivers (the librarian), was young. meaning it was stupendously easy to get on her good side.

and in the right corner of the library, the “closed off area” led to a tranquil, secluded section. where ms. rivers herself went to at times. there stood a desk, chair and was surrounded by bookcases — not in the suffocating way and more in the ‘if the walls were books’ way. it was also accompanied with a skylight, giving the space just the right amount of greenery to soothe the soul from a school day. a ladder sat lonely in the room, used for reaching the higher spots of the rows of shelves.

you got on her good side. you got the secret spot. simple.

but right now its serenity wasn’t helping, as you were even more tense than when you entered.

you decided on giving up, pushing away your things and hoping to meet up with someone in your class later who knew what the hell the worksheet was talking about.

you got up to look at the bookcases. eyes skimming over the spines upon spines of books, you settled on a classic. i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou. also known as your goddess.

you began to try to let your mind indulge in the story. try to forget to be aware of your surroundings. the book needed your full attention so, that’s what you’d give it.

except you couldn’t. the harder you stared at the words to try and make sense of them, the less they became comprehensible.

you sighed, ready to get up and leave. your point of focus was lost and you were starting to regret giving up your free time to walk all the way from the other side of school to get here.

“oh. uh…”

what you didn’t expect when your back was turned to put away the book was another person when you turned around.

it was eddie munson. dubbed as the school’s ‘freak’ by many of the assholes that walked the same halls as you.

personally, you never saw him as such. you shared one or two classes but the barrier of differing friendship groups stopped you guys from having actual conversations. all you knew was, he wasn’t what people tended to make of him. he was a little witty, a little eccentric, and in most cases, a little kind. you gave him props honestly. his ability to care about school’s subcultures, its bursts of outrageous gossip every once in a while was so low that he minded his business.

“s-sorry, i- didn’t know anyone else was…” he paused for a moment, not truly believing what he was seeing. “you know about here?” he questioned.

to be honest, you were as confused as him. seems as though you weren’t the only one who has exclusive access.

“ms. rivers isn’t as trustworthy as those kind eyes make her seem…” you muttered back, earning a little laugh from him. you locked eyes and there was this comfortable silence.

he gave you the once over, then walked to the desk, peering at the worksheet on it. which was embarrassing since you had only written your name and three different wrong answers to the first question. you tried your best not to snicker at him tripping due to the ladder, watching him try to play it off cool.

you hurriedly picked up your pencil case, trying to leave so eddie could have the space to himself. “well, i should get going—”

“is this coleman’s homework?” he asked, his eyes trained on the paper before his eyes darted up at you. you nodded, sliding the sheet closer to your side.

he knew because that was one of the classes you two shared. he was also extremely smart in that class. he was one of the only three to score nearly 100% on the treacherous sheet of torture also known as a mr coleman’s test.

“i thought i’d do it now and get it over with. hence,” you raised your hands up, “you finding me here. but i’m bombing. like, hiroshima-level impact.”

“you really don’t get it, huh?”

“i’m in the one place in this entire school that doesn’t make me wanna shoot my brains out. yet these questions are makin’ me wanna know the nearest gun shop,” you digressed, shoving your pencil case into your tote bag.

as soon as it dropped in there though, eddie took it back out. you couldn’t even process that since he took the sheet out of your grasp too.

“let me know the directions and i’ll drive us. just been the same room as the esteemed hawkins’ tigers and i’d rather have my brains be splattered than deal with that level of testosterone ever again,” he muttered while looking at the sheet.

without even stopping yourself, you laughed at his remark. as it died down, you watched as he took a seat on the chair, after fishing out the crinkled, folded replica of the sheet from his pocket and laying it on the table.

you probably looked rude staring but he looked weird doing things with no context. he glanced at your frozen figure for a split second then grabbed two pencils from your case.

“you gonna keep staring at me, y/n, or d’you wanna learn how to do this?” he asked you yet another question despite your state clearly not associating your speechlessness with shock.

well, it was understandable. you and eddie weren’t friends like that. sure, you never had a problem with him. also, the passive but humorous comments he made towards any member of the basketball team when they tried to make him a victim of their harsh remarks was inadvertently admirable. and, he appreciated your shared distate for the team’s captain.

but again, you two were not friends.

now here he was, offering you homework help in a class he places top 3 in. he shouldn’t be helping you, he should swimming in a pool of self-actualisation and gloat.

it was a confusing matter. not confusing enough, however, for you to sit on the desk and pay attention to him. you crossed your left leg over the other, making your left foot waver right infront of his arm and your right was next to his left thigh.

once eddie’s teaching session began, you once again found it hard to get it right. not because you weren’t focused. oh no, you were focused. just on something else this time.

hands. his calloused, veiny hands. with small scars in hidden places. fingernails almost chewed to the nub probably from nervous habit. on the fingers were silver rings. some plain, some with skulls.

goosebumps arose on your skin — the rising action to the beautiful story you’re typewriting in your head. as you wrote of the spark of cold those rings would give you around your neck. as eddie kissed you. a rough, intoxicating kiss where the only logical thing to do would be keep kissing you.

“hello? earth to y/n?” the same hands you were fantasising about waved afore your daydreaming eyes to get you back into the room.

eddie was now raised up from his seat to be able to get his hand right infront of you. his brown, doe eyes looking quizzically at you. making them look better, making him look better.

amidst ridding yourself of distraction, you discovered a new one. eddie munson’s eyes… how the spherical hypnosis painted in a chocolate hue entrapped you.

his concerned face just made you stare at him harder. his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. his adorable curiosity made him seem even cuter to you than you initially wanted.

“you really spaced out there… you okay?” he asked, eyes dancing around your emotionless face.

you had never looked at him in this way, nor were you complaining. it was so understandable though, he had gotten so close to you. he had made you laugh, helped you with your homework, asked you if you were okay.

and doing it all in such an attractive manner that you couldn’t help but act on impulse. although eddie wasn’t your first kiss, the way you did it gave that impression for sure.

you pressed your lips against his with haste, your eyes shutting tight and body immensely stiff. when your eyes opened, you were met with a reaction you expected that didn’t really want.

eddie looked at you shocked but you couldn’t tell what kind of shocked it was. good shocked or bad shocked? fuck, what kind of shocked is it?!

“sorry,” you blurted out with embarrassed eyes and stiff posture. you gripped onto the edge of the desk so hard there was now a caramel hue to your brown knuckles.

he was still staring at you like you had just told him his uncle died or something. except this time, his eyes flickered down to your lips. since he still wasn’t speaking, you decided to dig a bigger hole and keep talking.

“you were- i just couldn’t focus like, the whole time you were tryna help me. then you just kept starin’ at me. and i had wanted to do that since you sat down an—” you caught yourself, shutting your eyes tight again.

why the fuck would you say that?

“why the fuck would i say that?” you thought out loud. you looked back up at him, except he didn’t so shocked anymore. if anything he looked… amused.

he had a lopsided smirk, the right corner of his mouth lazily upturned at your erratic state. maybe you shouldn’t have kept talking.

“sorry. i’m- m’really sorry, i should—” you stammeringly apologised, getting up from the desk. fingers struggling to grasp onto the handles of your bag like you trying to hold onto your sanity.

the only logical thing would be to walk away as you cursed yourself under your breath. so this moment doesn’t have to worsen.

“y/n.” only a simple call of your name got you to quieten down. that and the fact he grabbed your hand to stop you. you turned around to eye him, while he stared at you.

nothing was said. nothing could be said when he took a step closer to you, backing you up against a bookcase, to kiss you.

he kissed your bottom lip; a soft, chaste kiss. so soft you could almost hear the hatching of the cocoons that set free butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

more made home there the less chaste the kiss got. when his rings made you gasp as his hands held your cheeks. from that cold you had been imagining. giving him an opportunity to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

the iambic pentameter fluttered in the gates known as your rib cage, going so high up in iambs you were scared it was going to burst.

a hum escaped as he found a rhythm with the way he kissed you but was messed up by your constant gasping and hums. he pulled away with a look of concern he’d never had.

“y/n.”

“yeah?” you timidly answered, your voice so shaky from the nervousness. it’s funny, since in your mind there was no telling how bold you were.

“no one’s gonna know what we do. it’s just you… and i… alright?” he reassured. you nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with that.

“be vocal with me, hmm? it’s alright, yes?” his voice was soft but stern. warm but from the mouth of a brute so, you knew you had to listen.

“yes.”

“good,” he showed you a half smile, kissing your cheek. then trailed them down to your neck. where he sucked, bit and licked on your skin. desperate to leave a mark on you.

“and it’s good if i kiss you here, isn’t it, y/n?” he questioned you. your moans had surpassed your level of talking; the pleasure was started to get so intense you felt you didn’t need to say anything.

naturally, you thought it was fine that your vocal chords couldn’t push out anything other than an nonverbal expression of elation. but eddie wasn’t really having that.

he bit onto your skin and while in a context other than this, it would hurt you, it excited you. let you know he wasn’t doing the comfortable shit. he was doing what would never distract you.

jolting, you froze back in place once again as he kitty licked on that bruising spot to soothe you. “your words…” he muttered onto your neck. you breathed out heavily and shakily, pushing out a ‘yes’ from your voice only just above a mutter.

sadism. you could feel the sadism of his smile without even looking at him directly. it was on your flesh and he pressed it in with his kisses. you only registered his hands when they had skilfully slipped up your right thigh and hovered right over your panties.

fingertips flicking at the embroidered bow, digits dangerously close to your clothed clit and heart hyperventilating in tune with yours, he snuck his hand inside your panties.

you wanted to be quiet. oh, so desperately. but it was eddie. and yes, while you hadn’t looked at him so much before this moment, he was never unattractive to you. maybe your own mind and insecurities immediately associated him with the unattainable people at your school. but for what it’s worth, it was a fantasy to have someone so hot, so mysterious, so intriguing take intrigue in you.

“shit,” his voice was hardly audible as he watched the mess you were making on his fingers. well, it was his fault.

“and it’s good if i touch you here too? yeah, baby?” he asked hurriedly, like he wanted you to say yes immediately so he could get to doing all the things he’s currently imagining now here with you like this.

“isn’t it obvious?” you breathlessly goaded in hopes of him finally getting to the good bit. but he would only tease you more. his fingers went back up and away from your folds. stop right above your clit. not touching it, just hovering above it.

“you should watch your mouth before i stop,” he ordered. his breath fanned against your lips and you almost whimpered at how desperate you were for him to make you feel good.

the silence you showed was noticeable, making him chuckle. “so you can listen to me when m’touching you? when m’giving you hickeys and fuckin’ kissin’ you? when i’m doing bad shit to you? hmm?”

“that’s the problem,” you rolled your eyes, agitated at his effrontery with his efforts he began with, “you aren’t touching me right now. s’posed to distract me and you aren’t even doing that, are you?”

matching his energy worked massively. since his agitation caused him to skip whatever he was hoping to do and push two fingers inside of you. the rings he adorned brushed your pussy lips to create this beautiful blend of heat and cold.

you probably weren’t even aware yourself of how much noise you were really making but what mattered to eddie was that you weren’t talking out your ass anymore. you were focused on the feeling of his fingers working their way in and out of you with a quickness that was almost making you shiver.

your hand ran through his hair, while the other latched onto the bookcase for stability. eddie just watched. watched your wetness lap up on his calloused hand, dripping down to the knuckle.

it was all he could draw his attention to; the sound, your movement and the rush it was giving him. it was only after he got off on it, that he looked at you. “what was that?” he teased, making eye contact with you. for a second, it was just silence. reading the lust written all over those brown pupils.

then from there, it was feverish. your lips latched onto eachother’s like you were needed for the other to breathe. your arms folded around his neck as you took long, hard and harsh gasps for air inbetween your kisses.

distractions had come in all sorts of forms for you. in a riveting book, in the aimless conversations you and your friends had, or an episode of the golden girls. but not once did you think your procrastinating mind put focus on this.

focusing solely on making sure your legs wrapped around eddie’s torso. focusing solely on the rush you got when your covered clit pushed up against his bulge. focusing solely on the annoying barrier that were your clothes.

you sucked on his tongue, bit on his bottom lip, kissed wildly as he carried you over to the desk. for a second, he pulled away and you watched as he spun you both around briefly to knock over everything that was still on that desk to sit you right ontop of it.

your legs dropped but still opened for him and he slid himself inbetween them. one hand gripped your left thigh and the other gripped your neck. the choking excited you and the occasional squeeze he gave your pressure points had your pussy clenching on nothing but air.

his attention drove away from your lips and then to your body. delicately, he removes your cardigan, kissing the right shoulder that just became exposed to him. lips on your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, ascending to the closed valley of your breasts due to the tight black t-shirt you sported.

he pulled back to admire the shine his trail of saliva now gave then gazed at you. who was just patiently waiting for him to make his next move.

“black suits you, y’know,” he commented and it was so randomly put out there you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “yeah?” your smile caused him to mirror it.

“mhmm. looks hot on you,” he added. the random compliment was barely acknowledged as he pecked your skin under the hem before slowly lifting your shirt up.

air hit your nipples, both of them hardening and poking out. you wanted to convince yourself that the look on eddie’s face was a figment of your imagination. that it was all heightened, since your brain had floated away in this lustful high.

but it was all real. he marvelled at you, feeling at your brown areola and watching you shiver from his contact. without warning, his lips latched onto your boob. instinctively your hand ran through his hair. and since there was so much of it, it felt good to him.

while his mouth sucked on your breast, swapping around and giving attention to both, his fingers took a high dose of wanderlust. following a downward pathway to your inner thighs. finding the treasure that was your core at the end of it.

coating his fingers in your juices again, his fingers get lost in your entrance. working fast and hard for you. you barely cared how much noise you were making. it was only going to get worse if you two continued.

and you were going to continue. this man had excited you too much for it to stop now. it seemed as he was on the same track anyways. he stopped paying attention to the upper body and decided to meet where his fingers were. the white tennis skirt you had on was soon bunched up around your waist, with your panties carelessly being flung to the floor.

once you were ready to complain to him about his fingers slipping from inside you, you were shut up with something better.

“eddie! eddie!” you cried out as he mercilessly pushed his tongue in and out of you, pausing from the motion to lick a stripe up your folds to taste you.

“you’re soaking,” his eyebrows were furrowed as he watched your body move with his motions when he circled your clit harshly. you squirmed for him and he seemed to really enjoy that.

“you losin’ it for me sweetheart? when i do filthy shit like this for you, huh?” he questioned, so disgusting elated with how you were ready to come undone for him. all he needed was to give you that push.

he licked his fingers, feeling around before pushing the two digits into you once again. you cried for him, even his name fanning past your lips but he didn’t care. he could stay watching you like this for hours.

“fuckin’ gettin’ me hard, turning me on with the way you were starin’ at me. fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” his frustration was so apparent. the state you were in, as much as he enjoyed the teasing, it also made him lose his own control.

you ran your hands through his hair. that brown, unkempt mane. the disorder tying in with your control as fucking eddie ‘the freak’ munson spat on your clit, sadistcally watching it drip down your slit and mix in with your wetness only to lick it back up.

“fuck…” your body juddered at how sudden and pleasurable the feeling was. and how the desire to feel it again stirred up inside your heart.

a panting and heaving mess, you gazed dreamily at eddie as he stood up. it was clear his control was hanging by a thread as his fingers fumbled frantically with his belt to get his jeans off.

eventually, they were a pool at his feet and he was making his way towards you again. harshly, he pulled you to the edge of the desk, making you squeal a little.

“coulda got a splinter,” you mumbled. and while that was more of a comment to yourself, eddie was still able to hear you. he snickered a little before letting out a deep chuckle, you feeling it rumble in his chest.

after getting his laugh out, he looked at you with adoring eyes. a hand reaches out to caress your face, his thumb going to run down your bottom lip.

“this mouth, y/n l/n,” he said in a singsong tone which made you just want to challenge him. “wow, he knows my last name?! i’m so surprised,” your sarcastic tone just made him laugh again.

he grabbed your face, thumb under your ear and fingers resting under your jaw, so your focus was trained on one spot of his body.

“yeah and what’s mine? we take a class together, you should know this,” he teased, looking deadly serious. however, you played dumb, looking up to the ceiling pretending to be in thought.

“did it begin with an a? or an o? it was definitely a vowel, right?” you questioned stupidly, biting your bottom lip to suppress your cheeky smile.

lightly, his hand on your jaw raises to slap your right cheek. “haha,” he satirically retorted, eyes dancing around but finally focused on your lips.

his kiss yours, his tongue slyly slipping into it and finding a rhythm when colliding with yours. as you kiss, your hands feel down his abdomen. for what you wanted. his cock inside of you. his cock penetrating you. you two finally connecting after all this tension and head bumping.

you needed to be relieved.

he clocked onto your movements and broke from the kiss to watch you. from removing his black boxers, his cock broke free from restraint. he was already hard and you were already quite intimidated.

“holy shit, eddie…” you trailed off, reaching a hand out to feel it. as soon as your hand touched it, he hissed in pleasure. you were going to spit on your hand but eddie fixed that problem.

he slipped his shirt over his head, as it was getting in the way of what he was trying to do. then spat on his dick to give it more leverage as your hand stroked it.

whilst your hand rubbed against him, you looked up from watching yourself at work. to see eddie staring at you oddly. his mouth was uttering small curses and eyes not being able to fixate on a specific part.

you decided not to acknowledge the hard stare and shifted closer to him. he took over, running his dick over your folds before pushing the tip in.

there was a gasp both of you shared when the head of his cock settled into you. you bit your lip at the pleasure and you watched eddie as his eyes stared at nothing in particular. you wrapped an arm around his back as he pushed himself into you further, your wetness making the friction feel even better to him.

your moans were choked as he staggeringly goes in and out, your tightness not doing him any favours with finding a pace to start off at. to steady you, he grabbed a hold of your neck which you whimpered at.

“relax, baby. relax…” he whispered to you, probably hoping you’d stop clenching so hard. but the pressure and pleasure made for so much overwhelm you didn’t think he’d be able to push all the way into you.

ofcourse it felt good. you let him know that by the sharp, breathy moans you were exhaling. he kissed you to shut you up, also using it as a way to get closer to you. to push further in you.

as you felt his dick tap to a very sensitive wall in your body, you cried out louder into his mouth, the sound vibrating onto the tongue you entrapped with your lips. you arched your back at the feeling grew stronger and stronger.

he pulled away from the kiss and connected his forehead to yours, his eyebrows furrowing as a groan rumbled in his chest. this excited you — knowing that you made him lose control as much as he was losing it.

he pulled back out to thrust all the way back in. eyes rolling to the back of your head briefly, you got lightheaded from it. not in a painful way, in an elated way. in a way where you desperately needed more now that it was given to you.

“you like that?” he mumbled. although his voice seemed confident, his eyes had a little bit of fear in them. fear that he was going too rough on you.

but as you murmured that you loved it with your voice trembling, making the request to go faster, he knew exactly what he needed to do for you. he knew what his purpose in this library was.

to give you the best distraction ever.

by your request, his strokes were deeper, faster. so fast the table began to creak and shake in time with the friction. he plunged his dick in and out of your walls while his head buried into the crook of your neck.

this way you got to hear him. hear the little curses he muttered everytime you clenched your walls around his shaft, the groans, the moans. all of it was music to your ears. all of it made you wetter.

you began to grind your hips to match with his and heard his breath hitch as he seemed to really enjoy that. he cursed loud and held your thigh up to be able to get in deeper inside you from the angle you were in.

it felt almost like he was trying to one up you. he didn’t want to lose control of the experience he wanted to give you. as if he was a tyrant trying to keep order of the beautiful bodily temple he was making home in. so you let him. he fucked you in a way that you believed was merciless. a purely tyrannical fuck.

the pleasure of him hitting the spot inside you over and over again caused you to be blindsided by what he was looking at. without warning, you felt him stop.

your arm that was still wrapped around his back only gripped his shoulder as he lifted you. within seconds you felt your back hit something hard. and your ass perched atop something of the same feel. you looked to the side and realised he had sat you ontop of the ladder opposite the table that he stylishly bumped into.

his cock was still inside your pussy, enjoying the wetness that dripped on it and painted onto his shaft to create this beautiful sheen that captivated you everytime you looked at it. all he had to was push out and in to get your attention back.

and he did exactly. you needed to keep up, bitch.

your left hand wrapped around the ladder step above you and your right made home in his hair. which was wildly spiralled around his head, bouncing each time his dick nestled in you fully.

you looked to down to watch it, obsessing over how beautiful it looked. the contrast of your skin colours next to eachother, and how pleasurable his dick was making you feel each time it went in.

you didn’t get to enjoy the show for much long as eddie grabbed your neck and got closer to you. he slapped your face again, seemingly annoyed at the fact that his attention was on you and not his dick.

“keep lookin’ at me. i want you lookin’ at me with that pretty face, baby,” he ordered and you felt so succumbed to not do anything else other than listen.

although it felt intense, everything was already intense. weirdly enough, it made you feel seen. comfortable. like he only had eyes for you in this very moment. one would argue that you’re getting too dreamy about getting laid in your school library but a dream scenario calls for some dreamy feelings.

as he filled you up, you felt your heart beating faster. your stomach felt heavy — the harder eddie thrusted into you, the heavier your stomach felt.

“eddie, eddie, eddie…” you called his name, not even knowing what to say after. your eyes shut and your head threw itself back. you were trying to let him know but it was so powerful you were ready to let go.

“m’gonna cum, eddie. fuck, it feels so good!” you whined. the ticklish feeling of kisses on the bridge of your neck calmed you a bit. still keeping at his vigorous pace, he kissed your neck harder, marking it.

“cum for me, baby. fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, hmm? you gonna cum f’me? yeah?” his voice almost taunted you, jeered at your weakness. you’re about to moan loudly but he drowned it out with the heavy tongue kiss he gave you.

you came for him hard, feeling him grunt into the kiss also. “shit!” he exclaimed on your lips. he watched your body shiver and shake, seemingly in a trance at the sight. “just like that, baby, yeah,” he praised, eyes wandering all over you, “you’re so good. so fuckin’ good.”

I LEFT THIS FOR AGES BUT HERE IT IS AND I COULDNT BE BOTHERED TO FINISH IT OKAY BYE

[sitchski]

new joseph quinn fic soon bitchessss

[sitchski]

this was amazing i’m in awe

hi!!!! could you possibly do something where the reader and dom are on a podcast together?? i think that would be super fun☺️☺️

anon, this is probably the funniest request i've ever worked on oh my god.😭 i had so much fun writing this! thank you for sending it in!

this is heavily inspired by the drake podcast with bobbi! honestly, all her podcast episodes really. i also read a few of dom's interviews, so a good bit of the dialogue is based on some things he's actually said.

this is dialogue heavy just so you all know! hope you love it!

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You move the mic stand that your crew set up, so it’s level with your face, and adjust yourself under the blankets of your guest star's bed. 

“Okay, tell me when,” Dominic says. He’s holding the clapperboard, and watching your crew for his signal. 

“Marking.” He says into the mic, then snaps the take. He grins, while one of the crew members come to take the clapperboard. “Ah, bet you didn’t think I knew about that huh?” 

It’s episode seven of your podcast, and you somehow managed to get Dominic Fike as your guest. You’ve been a fan of his for years, and have followed him through his ups and downs of fame, fortune, and misfortune.

You’re a little shocked at how well you’re keeping your composure by being able to have your favorite artist featured on your show, but you're thankful for it. 

“Hello everyone, welcome to episode seven of I’m Not in Your Bed, and today I’m here with.” 

You look over at Dominic, and he leans into his mic.

“Dominic Fike. How are you guys today.”

“Are you talking to me or the viewers?” 

“The viewers.” 

“This isn’t live though, so you won’t get to know their responses.” You turn on your side so you're facing Dom, and move your mic in front of you. 

“Well yeah, but, isn’t that like proper podcast etiquette or some shit.” He starts to trail off towards the end and he looks at the staff. You hear a few of them chuckle, and you almost do too, but you can’t break character. 

“Who taught you that?” 

“Well, I just sort of.” He pauses for a moment, “Fuck you.” There’s no bite to it, and the staff laughs out. 

"You think Drake is watching this?" He asks, fixing the glasses on his face.

"Maybe, he was my episode four."

"Were you in his bed too?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Fucking cheater." That earns him a few laughs behind the camera.

“How does it feel having a stranger in your bed?” You ask. Dominic tilts his head in thought. 

“Well, it’s not too weird. I used to have random women in here all the time.” 

He then grabs hold of the mic and stares dead into the camera. “Not anymore though. Completely abstinent. Not fucking. Stop having sex. I’m talking to you. The one watching me say this while probably planning on having sex later.” You stare at him and press your lips together, letting the silence after his proclamation linger in the air. 

“And how’s that been going for you?” 

“You know, it’s been well. I’ve stopped a lot of crazy shit recently. Stopped smoking, stopped drugs. Stopped drinking more than 4 cups of coffee a day.” 

“How do you like your coffee.” 

“Black. I hate that creamer shit.” 

“You know it’s reported that some of the most known serial killers drank their coffee black and were Capricorns?” Dom’s eyebrows raise. 

“Oh fuck, really?” 

“No, I made it up. But you feel a little crazy now don’t you?” Dominic drops his head and starts laughing, the staff right along with him. 

“What’s your sign?” He asks once he gathers himself. 

“Cancer.” 

“Ah, that makes sense. You probably have a mommy kink or some shit huh?” You look at him in disbelief and suck your teeth when your staff betrays you with giggles. 

“I do not–” 

“Momm–.” 

“Dominic.” You warn, glaring at him. He bursts out laughing, and you can’t help the scoff you let out. 

“You know, they do say that Capricorns and Cancers are the mom and dad of the zodiac.” You try to reason.

“You’re the mom right?” He asks. You squint your eyes at him and dig around the space between you two. 

“I lied, I'm a Leo.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I know.” You pull out a little knitted beanie baby from the blankets. It wears the hat Dominic had on during Coachella. “A fan made this for you right?” 

“Yes, she did! Isn’t it sick?” 

“It is. How does it feel having some of the most creative fans there is out there?” 

Dominic looks between you, and the plush, then reaches his hand out for it. “You know, it's almost surreal. This fame shit kinda came out of nowhere for me, so there was a huge adjustment period I went through when it came to people supporting me and giving me things they put so much time into.” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“I think I’m still adjusting to it really, but nothing brings me more joy than like seeing this stuff you know? I love my fans, and I’d be nothing without them.” 

“It seems they love you back just as much, if not more.” Dom grins and nods, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re so fucking creative.” 

“Have you read your fanfics?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Because I have one right here we can—” You stop mid-sentence and pull out your phone. 

“Are you serious?” He looks at the camera as if he was Jim from The Office when you ignore him, and begin typing with urgency.

“This is the most excited I’ve seen you since this started.” 

You ignore his comment and hand him your phone with a fic pulled up. 

“Read this.”

“Yo, do you read these yourself? You found this way too fast.”

“I found this one last night. Now read.” 

It’s a Tumblr story you found for this very moment, and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Smut? What’s smut?” He looks at you for an answer, but you just gesture your hands toward the phone for him to keep reading. 

It’s silent for a few, and you signal your cameraman to zoom in on Dominic’s face. 

You watch as his face morphs into confusion, then surprise, then what you assume is mild interest, before he’s pulling the phone back and his eyes are blown wide. 

“Holy fucking shit y’all write porn about me?” The crew erupts into laughter, and you tuck your lips in to avoid laughing too. 

“Smut.” You say. 

Dominic glances from you, back to the phone. 

“Why am I kinda turned on by this.” 

“Because I wrote it.” 

Dominic whips his head towards you, and his mouth drops.

“Wait really?” You don’t respond, reaching down to the floor and pulling up a box of Reese’s Puffs cereal. 

“Reese’s?” You ask, dropping a handful into your mouth and holding the box out to him. 

“Where did you—” Dominic keeps the same shocked expression and turns back towards the camera. The cameraman starts to laugh again and zooms in on his face. 

“When did you—” He stops, watching you chew with mild interest to his confusion. So he presses his lips together, clicks your phone off, and folds his hands together over his lap. 

“Yeah, let me get some.” You wordlessly lean over and Dominic tilts his head back so you can shake some cereal from the box into his mouth. 

“Good?” You ask while chewing. 

“Yeah.” He nods. Silence ensues while you both continue to chew while staring at each other. Then at the same time, you turn to the camera with monotone expressions. It’s unplanned, and the crew let out chuckles once again. 

“So how was touring?” You swallow, and reach down towards the floor again, pulling up two bowls with spoons in them. Dom’s learned not to question you anymore at this point, and just accepts a bowl. 

“It was fucking fun dude. I wasn’t expecting everyone to know the words of my album for the first few dates since I toured a solid week after the release.” 

“Resse’s, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Lucky Charms?” 

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” 

You pull up that box, and pour some into his bowl, then yours. “It must have felt incredible to hear them yelling it back to you. Did it?” 

“Oh man, I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get used to. A lot of my songs are me just fucking around and making stuff that people can dance to you know?” You nod, and bring up a jug of milk, filling up your bowl, then Dom’s.

“So when I’m performing, it kinda feels like me and my fans are just kicking shit up. I’m dancing, they're dancing, it feels good. It’s fun. Whatever’s bothering them can just be forgotten for a bit.” He takes a spoonful of cereal to his lips and hums around his spoon. 

“I was at one of your shows, the LA one. And what I noticed was that your energy on stage is unbelievable.” You press your cereal down into the milk with your spoon, before continuing. 

“Like, you look so youthful, and just in your element up there. You bring such an intense and loving energy to every show and I strangely found myself missing you when it was all over and I’d never even formally met you until now.” 

It’s silent for a moment, Dominic soaking up your words while you begin eating. 

“Was that your way of confessing? Are we like gonna kiss now?” 

You roll your eyes and your crew giggles. 

“No, but seriously, thank you. That means the world, especially when like I said before I’m still adjusting to this shit.” 

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re navigating through all this perfectly. It’s why I became a fan in the first place. Your talent is unique to you and only you. And I mean it when I say talent like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

You point your spoon at him, “I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say we’re beyond lucky to experience you and all your greatness in our lifetime.” You give him a big smile. 

Dominic stares at you, and can’t read his expression but also don’t look for too long. Opting to look into your cereal bowl, because you could feel the love-sick look that was about to show on your face.

“You’re too good at this sentimental shit dude, what the fuck.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, so you try to lighten the mood. 

“Don’t start crying on here or I’ll be forced to use it as my thumbnail for views.” The staff comes to your aid with laughter, and Dominic joins in. 

“You wouldn’t do that.” He goes to wipe his face with his shirt but is met with silence and your face back to its deadpan. He looks between you and the staff, then the camera. He speaks a little unsure, his voice going up a pitch.

“Right?”

You fully break character and full-on laugh. Unable to keep up your act with him. 

The podcast continues for a bit longer before you bring it to a close. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to say before I take a nap in your bed?” The cameraman zooms in on Dominic. 

“Um, thank you for having me. This was easily my favorite interview I’ve done. The cereal was great.” he laughs and holds up the bowl. “To my fans, I love you all so much, thank you for always showing out for me.” 

“Please continue to love my album, and stay tuned for what’s to come.” Someone behind the camera whistles, and everyone begins clapping.

The camera zooms out and shows you staring at Dom with the expression you feared the most. You’re looking at him with a dopey smile, cheek resting against the palm of your hand. 

One of the staff calls out your name, and you blink, jumping up and looking at the camera, then back at Dom who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god, were you falling in love with me just now?” 

“No, what.” You scoff, looking around like he’s crazy. 

“Holy shit, you were totally falling in love with me!” He laughs while moving up and pointing at you excitedly. The staff once again, betray you and join Dom. You mutter curses and pull back the blankets, stumbling off the bed and speed-walking away. The camera follows you, as you go behind the staff and all the equipment.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Dominic’s still laughing, hopping up and following after you.

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m sorry!” He calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and slinging himself over you, while you cover your face and groan. 

The camera follows you both all the way out until you turned the corner. Laughs still loud and boisterous on the set. 

[sitchski]

a bitch said a hunnid followers???? ahhh tysm i love u guys

[sitchski]

new eddie fic out soon… listened to kehlani for an hour straight and got too excited :/

[sitchski]

you just HAVE to love their love. ❤️‍🔥

Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton Bridgerton (2020– ) 🐝 2x08 “The Viscount Who Loved Me”