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keeryhours · 2 days ago

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nothing else matters - eddie munson

Older! Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary:

Eddie is bummed about turning 40 - you help him feel better.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v, restraints?, age gap

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N:

This is my entry for the @corrodedcoffinfest Birthday pop up! Thank you @punkrockmlchael for your help as usual, ily bestie

Prompts: Birthday, 40, 25, “Seriously? Age is just a number” and gift | Word Count: 2818 | Rating: E | POV: Reader | Relationships: Eddie x Reader

The delicious smell from the cake you were baking filled your apartment. It made your mouth water - you always had a sweet tooth, and you wished you could take a bite now. You put the oven mitts on your hands and opened the oven, carefully pulling the pan out and sitting it on top of the stove.

Things had to be perfect for Eddie’s birthday. It was a big one - 40. And he was kind of freaking out about it. He had never minded your age gap - 25 and 39 - but turning 40 was making him really self conscious about it. You wanted to show him age was just a number and turning 40 had no effect on how much you loved him.

The cake looked perfect, and you had the icing and sprinkles set out on the counter ready for when it cooled. You were determined to make this his best birthday ever, despite his existential crisis.

While the cake cooled, you decorated the rest of the apartment with streamers, confetti, and a Happy Birthday banner. By the time the decorations were perfect, the cake was cool enough to decorate. You covered it in white icing, adding sprinkles to the side. You used the bag filled with black icing to write Happy Birthday Eddie! on top.

Perfect. Everything was perfect.

You heard the front door opening right on time, his keys jingling in his hand as he walked into the apartment. “Babe,” he said, a laugh in his voice, “what’s all this?”

You popped out of the kitchen, a big smile on your face. “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

Eddie smiled as he approached you, blue coveralls dirtied with smudges of oil from work. He reached you and placed a lingering kiss on your lips. “Thank you, baby. How about I go take a quick shower and we’ll have some cake together?”

“Sounds perfect,” you said, kissing him one more time. He reluctantly left you, heading into the bedroom down the hall.

While he was showering, you arranged the candles just right on top of the cake. You poured yourself a glass of wine, possibly downing it and pouring another before Eddie sauntered out of the bedroom, dressed in a pair of jeans and an Iron Maiden tee. You were already wearing his favorite Metallica one, oversized on you and nearly covering the shorts you were wearing. You handed him a beer as he walked over to the cake.

He was smiling, but you could see something else swimming behind those brown eyes. You grabbed the lighter and lit the candles, then smiled up at your boyfriend. “Ready to make a wish?”

“I already have everything I could wish for,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist, making you giggle.

“Stop being so cheesy and make a wish!” You said, giving his butt a slap. He laughed and moved towards the cake.

“Okay, okay.” He thought for a minute. “Okay, I’ve got one.”

“Haaaappy birthday to you,” you began to sing, Eddie letting out a playful groan. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, my dear Eddie…happy birthday to you!”

Eddie laughed, then leaned in and blew out his candles. Once they were all out you lifted them from the cake and cut each of you a slice to bring into the living room.

Eddie collapsed onto the couch with a huff. He looked tired, and you could tell he’d had a long day at work. You had suggested he try to get the day off to celebrate his birthday, but he insisted it was just another day and he didn’t want to make a fuss out of it. You didn’t know the definition of “not making a fuss” out of things.

You cuddled up next to him on the couch and he immediately put an arm around you, his plate sitting on his lap. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, finding a rerun of Day of the Dead, a favorite of you both.

As you ate your cake together, you noticed your normally high-spirited Eddie seemed…dejected. You knew he had been stressing about his birthday, but you hoped the little celebration might make him feel better.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked him, sitting your empty plate down on the coffee table in front of you. You reached up to hold his hand on your shoulder as he took his final bites before pushing his own plate onto the table.

“Ah, it’s nothing, baby girl,” he said, giving you a smile with no heart behind it. You weren’t buying it for a second.

“Ed, you can tell me anything. What’s bothering you? Your birthday?”

He sighed, a hand running through his wild curls, still damp from his shower. “It’s just…40 is a big deal. And sometimes I feel like a real creep for having a young little thing like you as my girlfriend.”

Your heart ached for him. “Eddie, baby, you know age is just a number. I don’t care how much older you are. We’re both adults, we can make our own decisions. I love you for you. I love you because you’re fun, and you make me laugh, we have similar interests, you’re handsome…I could go on.” You poke him in the side with a small smile that he returns.

Eddie held out his arm, showing the faded bat tattoo that’s been touched up a few times over the years. “You know I got this tattoo when I was 18, right? I was out getting drunk and high while you were still crawling.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Eddie, that doesn’t mean anything. It’s okay that you’re older than me, believe me. I certainly don’t mind.” You trailed a hand up his thigh, and he raised his eyebrows at you. “I think it’s kinda sexy.”

Eddie placed a large hand on your thigh and pulled you onto his lap, facing him. His hands rubbed up and down your bare thighs. “You’re too good for me. I don’t know how I landed such a hot little thing like you. You know they used to call me Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I was not popular.”

“Well, they were idiots,” you said, placing a kiss on his lips. “Because you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met.”

Eddie pulled you back into a kiss, deeper this time as your lips work together. Butterflies went wild in your stomach like it was the first time, even though you’d been with Eddie for 2 years now. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned into the kiss, pressing back against his tongue with your own.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled against your lips, hands sliding around to grab your ass and squeeze. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

You grinded down against his lap, feeling his hardness beneath his jeans. He gripped your hips and guided your movements, a low groan coming from his lips. “Want you so bad, Ed,” you whispered, leaning forward to place kisses on his neck.

“Fuck, I want you too, baby,” he groaned, his eyes half lidded as he looked at you. “Is this my birthday present?” He teased. “Because I’m okay with that.”

“One of them,” you said with a playful smirk. You kissed him again, hungrier this time, gently biting his bottom lip and making him moan. His fingertips dug tighter into your hips, his head tilting back as you moved back down to suck at the sensitive spot on his neck.

Eddie’s breathing grew heavier, soft moans spilling from his lips as you left a mark closer to his shoulder, where his coveralls would hide it. He didn’t need the guys at work teasing him about it.

He reached around to squeeze at your ass again, hands slipping underneath your shorts. “Need you right now, baby,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”

You moved off his lap with a smirk, Eddie watching you intently as you moved to your knees between his legs. He groaned, watching you undo the button and zipper of his jeans, lifting his hips for you to pull them down.

His cock sprung up against his stomach, already rock hard and leaking for you. You licked your lips at the sight, desperate to get him in your mouth. Eddie caressed the side of your face with his hand, looking down at you affectionately.

“Gonna take it in your mouth, baby?” He asked sweetly. “You’re so good at it. You suck dick like a fucking pro.”

You smiled up at him. “I do?” You grabbed his cock, wrapping your hand around it and stroking slowly as you stuck your tongue out to lick a bead of precum from his tip.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, watching every movement you made. “The best. So why don’t you go ahead and suck it, baby?”

Anything he wanted for his birthday. You wrapped your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his head. He groaned, cock twitching in your hand. “Fuck babe, take it deeper, please.”

You lowered your head, taking him deeper down your throat as you held eye contact with him. He pushed your hair out of your face and held it behind your head to see you better, to see the way your lips stretched around his thick girth, the way your eyes watered as you took him deeper and deeper. He fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth, forcing the remaining inches down your throat. He was trying his best to have some self control here, but it was hard when you looked that good.

When you took all of him, his head dropped back against the couch cushions for only a moment before he remembered he didn’t want to miss a second of this. As you lifted up he slowly began thrusting into your mouth, and you let him, let him use you for his own pleasure.

“Fuuuuck, that’s it. Lettin’ me use you like that? Such a good little slut for me.” His voice was strained, the pleasure almost too much for him. He didn’t want this to be over fast, he had to fuck you first, feel you wrapped around him and fill you with his cum. That’s what he wanted for his birthday.

But he could enjoy this for a little longer.

He fucked your face slowly, his grip on your hair tightening as he held you still and did all the work. You looked up at him with wide watery eyes and it nearly undid him right then.

“Fuck, you’re doin’ so good baby. Letting me fuck your face. You’re just a good little cockwhore aren’t you? You like letting a real man use you. Guys your age wouldn’t do it for you, huh?”

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him and making him moan louder. He thrusted his hips up into your mouth a few more times before he was pulling you off of him, gasping moans spilling from his lips as he tried to calm himself and not cum right that second.

“Shit. Take those clothes off and get back on my lap baby,” he begged, fisting his own cock. You obeyed, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs and throwing your shirt off. You climbed onto his lap, lining yourself up with his help before sinking down onto him. You both moaned together at the feeling, and Eddie’s hands quickly moved to grasp your hips. He pulled you down as he thrusted up, cock buried in you to the hilt as you cried out from the sudden feeling.

“Oh my god, Eds,” you moaned, starting to bounce on him, your head tilted back as he helped you keep your rhythm, his thrusts meeting you with every downward motion of your hips.

“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed, each time sinking into your tight, wet walls undoing him more and more. You leaned back, placing your hands on his knees as you bounced on his cock, giving him the perfect view of your bouncing tits. His eyes locked on them, drinking in how hot you looked. “God, you are perfect. Such a sexy little thing bouncing on my dick for me. You like that? Do you like taking my cock like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. “Feels so good, Eddie. Jesus, you’re just so fucking big, so deep.”

“Why don’t you bend over the side of the couch for me?” Eddie asked, breathless. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You lifted off of his lap and moved to the arm of the couch, leaning over it as Eddie stood and moved behind you. You felt him dragging his cockhead through your folds, seeing just how soaking wet you were for him.

“Hands behind your back.”

You moved your arms behind you, and Eddie grabbed both wrists in his large hand just before he sunk inside you, filling you even deeper than before. He hissed as you moaned loudly, and began thrusting deep into you at a brutal pace.

“God, look at you,” he grunted out as he pounded you hard from behind. “So helpless. Desperate for cock and taking everything I give you. Little slut.” He slapped your ass hard with his free hand, making you jump and cry out, and leaving a bright red handprint he smoothed his hand over. “So fucking hot.”

“More, Eddie,” you whined. “Fuck me harder, want you to fill me up.”

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, “that’s all you had to say.” He sped up his hips, leaning over you as his pace became ruthless, much more intense than before. It was exactly what you wanted.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asked, reaching around to rub circles on your clit. “I think you are, baby. I can feel you tightening around me.”

You were close. Your eyes began rolling back in your head, the combined pleasure of his cock and his hand pushing you to the edge fast. “Eddie, Eddie-“

“Come on baby, cum for me. Cum around my dick, make a mess all over me, let me feel you,” he encouraged, cock pressing against that perfect spot with every thrust. “Go ahead and let go for me.”

Stars exploded behind your eyes at that moment, and you let out loud, whiney moans as he fucked you through your high. “Oh my god, Eddie, fuck yes, fuck yes, ohmygod-“

He thought you looked so fucking hot like this, falling apart on him, because of him. His own orgasm hit him unexpectedly and he bent over your body as he came inside, pumping his cum into your tight walls with every shallow thrust. “Fuck! Yes baby, take it all, take my fucking cum. God, I’m filling you up so fucking good, keep taking it just like that, fuck yes.”

When he was done he pulled out of you, calloused hands caressing the skin of your perfect ass, enjoying the view. “You’re so perfect,” he remarked, nearly to himself.

He pulled his jeans back up and collapsed down onto the couch, pulling your naked body down onto him as you giggled. He held you close, placing kisses all over your face and body.

“I love you so much,” he said. “This might have been the best birthday present ever.”

“Oh!” You said, jumping up and pulling your shirt and panties back on. “I almost forgot your actual present!”

Eddie laughed as you ran out of the room and into the bedroom. You poked your head around the corner, a mischievous smile on your face. “Ready?”

“I’m ready,” he said, a grin on his face at whatever you were up to.

You came around the corner holding a gorgeous black electric guitar, a bow around the neck. Eddie’s eyes widened as you brought it over and he took it from your hands.

“I know this will never replace your sweetheart, but…”

“Baby, this is incredible,” he said, taking it from you and removing the ribbon before strumming it. “I can’t believe you got me a fucking guitar. You’re my dream girl.”

You were beaming, pleased that he liked your gift. “You really like it? I wasn’t sure which one to pick out, but I thought you’d like this one…”

“It’s perfect, baby,” he assured you. “Now sit down so I can play you a song.”

He plugged the guitar into his amp, keeping it down not to annoy the neighbors. He tuned it, then began strumming the opening chords of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. You smiled up at him as he sang for you, still in disbelief that this was your boyfriend, your dream man, your heart.

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

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machveil · 2 days ago

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CW: alluded to kidnapping, Simon is drunk and lonely and wants a spouse (@nightunite for plot reasons, I’m tagging you)

Fisherman!Simon Riley who reeks of salt and smoke, a looming figure who returns from sea only to hide away in the corner of a pub. really, it’s just him, his boat, and the crappy flat he would hesitantly call home. at best, he’s a hardworking man who does whatever needs to be done. no one who’s employed him has had any complaints, maybe the odd comment on how he only responds with grunts and nods. at worst? after months at sea he’s a drunkard, hiding it well enough at first glance - the only give away being the slight waver in his walk and the smell of it on his breath

Fisherman!Simon Riley who slowly makes his way down to the coast after one too many beers, off balance as he makes his way to the dock. it’s closer than his flat, and he’s used to the rocking of the water by now. but you catch his eye, he’s never seen anyone quite like you. shoving something deep inside a crevice between a wall of rocks, padding off to walk down the sand opposite of him. curiosity wins him over, nearly stumbling down the slope of the beach as he makes his way towards the rocks. standing a foot away from where you had been, he leans forward, something catching his eye

Fisherman!Simon Riley who reaches in, a couple uncoordinated tugs and he’s pulled out— oh? well he’ll be damned, what fisherman hasn’t heard about the odd selkie? your coat cradled in rope weathered, rough hands. he’s heard stories about them, does he remember it right? returning a selkie’s coat and… and that’s as good as a marriage proposal? maybe that’s not quite true, but the slurred thought rolls around in his head. a beat later he’s carrying it back to his boat, he can give it back to you later, clambering onto the deck as he makes his way inside the cabin. shoved somewhere - a closet? under his bed? - before he’s waiting on the dock. waiting for you. maybe it’s the alcohol, but from what he can remember, you were breathtaking

Fisherman!Simon Riley who waits for you to come walking up the beach again, unaware of what’s about to unfold. a gruff chuckle leaving him when he sees you reach between the rocks, pausing before panic sets in. you had put it there, you always leave your coat right here. eyes darting around, leaning up to look just above the rocks, quickly circling the area. “What’s wrong, love?”, a deep, raspy voice catching you off guard, turning around only to freeze, “Lost something?”. he’s big, throat tight as you swallow, eyes like a predator that has you cornered. frozen in place, deep brown, nearly black, eyes gazing down at you, “Why don’t you come with me? S’not safe by the water.”. a panicked little gasp leaves you as he grabs your wrist, tugging you with him towards the docks. he only scoffs when you try to pull away, glancing over his shoulder at you, “Wouldn’t want you swept away by the waves, pet.”

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yagrldariv · 22 hours ago

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Little Black Dress

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.

TW:Smut, semi-public, fingering, squirting, overstimulation.

Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.

Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.

“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.

“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”

Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.

Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.

“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.

“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”

You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.

His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.

From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.

“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.

The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”

Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.

“Answer me,” he paused his movements.

“Yes, yes I love it”

“That’s my girl”

He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.

“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.

He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.

When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.

“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”

“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”

“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.

At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.

“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”

You nodded “always for you daddy”

He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.

Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.

“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.

You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.

His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.

His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.

“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.

“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.

“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”

Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.

Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.

He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.

He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”

You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.

“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.

You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.

He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.

That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.

He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”

You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.

“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.

His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.

You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.

“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.

“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised

“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.

Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”

You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.

He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”

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kiesbrainjuice · 2 days ago

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of your shared apartment with Atsumu, casting a warm glow across the hardwood floors. You had just returned from your morning run when you noticed a sleek black package sitting innocently by your door. The distinct white Chanel logo made your heart skip a beat.

"No way..." you muttered, picking up the package with trembling hands. Just last week, you had casually mentioned how beautiful that new Chanel collection was while window shopping with Atsumu. You specifically remembered telling him, "It's gorgeous, but please don't even think about it. I'm happy with my regular bags!"

But as you opened the package, there it was – the exact same black leather bag you had been admiring, complete with its iconic chain strap and quilted pattern. Your jaw dropped at its beauty, but immediately after came the familiar exasperation.

"ATSUMU MIYA!" Your voice echoed through the apartment.

You heard shuffling from the bedroom, and soon enough, your boyfriend appeared in the hallway, wearing his MSBY Black Jackals training shorts and a plain white t-shirt. His blonde hair was still slightly messy from sleep, but there was a telling glimmer in his eyes that he was trying hard to suppress.

"Mornin', what's with all the yellin'?" he asked innocently, leaning against the wall with that signature smirk of his.

You held up the bag, your eyes narrowing. "Care to explain this?"

"What? That's a nice bag ya got there. Secret admirer?" He scratched his head, playing dumb, but the slight pink tinge on his ears gave him away.

"Atsumu," you said firmly, though you couldn't help but feel your heart warm at his thoughtfulness, "who else would send me a Chanel bag?"

"Maybe it was Bokun? Ya know how he gets when he's shoppin' for Keiji-kun, might've got carried away and bought ya somethin' too!" His explanation was so ridiculous that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Bokuto-san, who panicked last week because he accidentally bought premium rice instead of regular rice, bought me a Chanel bag?"

Atsumu's facade cracked as he let out a chuckle. "Okay, okay, ya caught me." He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "But before ya lecture me about spendin' money, just hear me out."

You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. "Tsum, we've talked about this. You don't need to buy me expensive things."

"I know," he said softly, his Kansai accent thickening with emotion. "But ya work so hard, and ya never ask for anythin'. Ya even pack my lunches for away games and come to every match ya can. Let me spoil ya a little bit?"

"But—"

"Plus," he interrupted with a playful grin, "ya should see yer face whenever we pass by that store. Yer eyes light up like when ya watch me serve an ace."

You couldn't help but blush. "That's different! Your serves are actually impressive."

"And my girlfriend deservin' nice things ain't impressive enough reason?" He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I got money to spend, and I wanna spend it on the love of my life. Sue me."

You looked down at the bag, running your fingers over the smooth leather. "It is beautiful," you admitted reluctantly.

"Just like ya," he said, and even though it was cheesy, your heart fluttered. "Now, are ya gonna model it for me or what? Gotta make sure my investment was worth it," he teased.

You playfully swatted his arm but couldn't hide your smile. "Fine, but this is the last time, okay? No more surprise luxury gifts."

"Sure, sure," he agreed too quickly, making you suspicious.

"Atsumu..."

"What? I didn't say anythin'!" He raised his hands in surrender, but you could see him already planning his next surprise in those mischievous brown eyes of his.

"You're impossible," you sighed, but reached up to kiss him anyway. "Thank you for the bag. I love it... and I love you."

His resulting smile was brighter than any designer purchase could ever be. "Love ya too, even when yer yellin' my name through the apartment."

"Only because you deserve it!"

"Worth it," he grinned, pulling you closer. "Every single time."

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violue · 1 day ago

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Normally I'd probably just have scrolled past this, as I saw it while looking for new Mel fanart, but seeing that it had 200 notes made me so sad.

I just can't agree with this at all. I've been black for nearly 41 years and I would have killed to have media like this when I was a young anime loving nerd. Not just because every frame is art, or because the music was so on point and impactful, or because every character was so damn interesting, or because I was a League of Legends player.

Because it was special.

Mel was incredible. Just because Jayce and Mel parted ways (ish)? Doesn't mean she was treated as disposable. She was a straight up Deus Ex Chosen One Perfect Goddess Wolf, and the narrative gave her plenty of growth, character, and plot. She had a deep and interesting dynamic with her mother, with Jayce, with the Black Rose, with her own self. The show also made it clear by the end that her story was just getting started.

The same goes for Ekko. Him being the single most important part of the final act is huge. Him getting to experience that happier world was part of his story, the romance was an aside. It wasn't his main purpose. If anything, Jinx is a side character in his story in many of the scenes they share. He is a genius inventor, he had a life changing impact on a 300+ year old Heimerdinger, he was a revolutionary part of a crucial resistance against Piltover, Jinx, and any other threat that came by. Maybe you just didn't care about his story aside from how it developed with Jinx?

Sevika had an incredible arc that started with her as a snarky henchman to Silco and the chem barons, to an aimless "henchman without a boss", to a momma bear, to the sole voice of Zaun on the Piltover council. And she did a lot of that with one damn arm. As for the ogre thing; she's tall and muscular. If she was the only character with brown skin on the entire show and that ogre line came out, I'd be side eyeing it too, but she wasn't.

Sky existing only to further Viktor's storyline to ME feels a lot more like lazy misogyny than purposeful misogynoir. She got fridged, but she was still an intelligent woman of color, not the most common thing even in these 2020s.

You didn't mention Ambessa, but what a character. Aggressively flawed, powerful, shrewd. A type that's usually designed for white male characters, but instead she's a powerful Black leader commanding an entire army.

Now I'm not Jewish, so there's always been a lot of antisemitism in media that went completely over my head, but when in the world did we decide Silco was supposed to be Jewish? I even tried googling it while typing this post, and I can't find anyone suggesting this. Is it possible you're projecting Jewish stereotypes onto him???

I also definitely disagree with the idea that they went for a "both sides are bad" cop-out. They went out of their way to show why both sides are extremely complicated, and how different those factions can be depending on their leader. Piltover was always the city on a shining hill, and Zaun was always the unfairly maligned undercity rebelling against their unfair circumstances.

I'm frustrated, because to me, it feels a little like you're creating problems out of thin air so that people can congratulate you on being the one person smart enough to acknowledge them.

Look. If I come off over the top, it's because this bit of media meant a lot to me. The show's central (canon) romance was two women. There were multiple, smart, clever, powerful, black and brown female characters that were written to have multiple dimensions, purposes, and fates. They had a surplus of powerful, intelligent female characters in general. They had disabled, neurodivergent, queer characters. They left the Bechdel test in the dust.

They explored the way the wealthy can exist in comfort and ignorance at the expense of the poor, and how law enforcement is used as a tool to further that agenda. It explored corruption in law enforcement, government, and even criminal enterprises.

For me it was mindful and inclusive, which really impressed me considering the writing staff is mostly a bunch of white people.

... the pacing in season 2 was a mess though.

Now that arcane is over im seriously starting to doubt its “inclusion”

Mel being the disposable black girlfriend

Sky existing solely for the development of a white man (viktor)

Ekko and sevika both dedicating their lives to the betterment of zaun and getting absolutely 0 recognition and instead being favored for the white girl that didn’t even want the position (jinx)

Ekko having no personal development outside of jinx (white girl) and his only real purpose in arcane being to save the day and never being mentioned again

Silco being an antisemitic stereotype

Sevika being called an ogre by a white girl?????

Now that I’m actually looking at this shit, it kinda sucks. And when you consider the fact that the whole p/z conflict was thrown out the fucking window with the “both sides are bad” p.o.v + the fact that the whole reason the p/z conflict exists in the first place is because of ship angst, it feels like they never cared about any of it. The inclusion, the commentary, the mindfulness, it was all fake. Like damn. They really dont give a shit and never did. Its all just racism in pretty packaging :/

#arcane #violue rants #apparently I had big feelings about this?????#racism #media literacy #comments from a geriatric millennial

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shysuccubusstuff · 24 hours ago

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Yandere! Caleb pt. 2

Content: Stalking + Spying + Photo taking + Controlling + Masturbation + Breeding kink + Matting press + Aftercare - Stablished relationship

Note: I just love a good obbsessed man... Have you liked him so far? I've read that some ppl think that he's scary/too much, but I believe that this type of LI is quite common in otome games (and I enjoy them quite a lot). Sorry if it's similar to the previous one, I have trouble remembering everything I write...

Yandere! Caleb, who is able to mask all his obsession upon layers and layers, always acting as if he was that sweet older brother like figure. He keeps forcing himself to restrain, even when he sees you with some other people from your age. He even has to face the fact that you had found some other guys to be with, all nice guys, of course, sadly, that wasn't enough for him. I mean, he had been with you your whole entire life, who was better than him to be your husband boyfriend?

Yandere! Caleb, who loves stalking you while taking candid pictures of you. He just loves following you around the days he's free, his brown hair being concealed by a black cap, his ears now decorated with a bunch of piercings that dangled as he moved. He knows just how much he's betting every single time he decides to do it, but he just can't stop himself from pursuing you. He makes sure to buy clothes that he would never wear with you, a bunch of extremely baggy sweaters together with loose trousers that make him look larger than he actually is. He carefully takes out a phone he bought just for this task, and he hits the small white button, the shutter of his camera going off as you were sharing a small treat with a man he soon recognised. It was Zayne, the boy that lived next door, he clenched his fists in frustration, his hands trembling from the force he did. Still, he simply kept drinking that slightly bitter coffee, looking at the photo he had taken as he smiled charmed. In that photo, Zayne was nowhere to be seen, making him smile even wider.

Yandere! Caleb who loves collecting little trinkets (from you). You don't know it, but Caleb has a few keep boxes, all filled to the brim with different elements. This hobby of his began while the two of you were children, saving them with the purpose of showing them to you when you grew up. This quickly took a turn as he began to feel his mental state decay, the small collection growing more and more each day until he had to buy several boxes, all piled up on his private room within the Fleet.

Yandere! Caleb who used the intel within the Fleet to track you down. Always following your every move through the small screen, even watching what you saw through the small virus he had planted within your phone. He loved watching the world from your perspective, even hearing how happy you were just from winning those soft plushes in the claw machine. He made sure to even take screenshots, printing them and adding them to his vast collection of candid photos.

Yandere! Caleb who keeps your photo everywhere he goes. You don't know it, but he made a small modification in the necklace you gave him, creating a small cabinet just so he could keep a picture of you within it. This picture is sometimes rotated between the many options he has, but the only thing that remains despite all the changes is a few strands of your hair. Luckily (for you) he was the one that gave you the idea, telling you one day that people used to gift a lock of their hair before the impeding parting of a loved one. So of course you gave him one, how could you not, when you could easily tell just how much Caleb wanted it?

Yandere! Caleb who uses your photos to masturbate. It's late at night and he just can't bear it anymore, he has been restraining himself from such a long time, always having to conceal his hardened member by pulling down his sweaters or jackets, always wearing black clothing that is just a bit oversized for him. But as soon as he reaches his private house, he rushes to the small wardrobe, rushing to get his hands on some of the clothes you had left a few days ago. He knows this is awful on him, masturbating with some barely worn clothes that still had your scent, but, how could he not? That day, you had spent the whole day with him, your body constantly brushing against him as he kept biting his tongue as a way to control himself. He quickly rushed to his bed, sitting down and quickly undoing his trousers together with his underwear. He quickly wrapped his hand around his erection, starting to move it up and down his shaft as he inhaled the sweet scent that was emanating from the t-shirt.

"Fuck... I love you... I love you so much... I need you... Just---... Fuck I love you, you're so fucking cute, always looking at me with those sweet eyes... I could just eat you up..." As he started to lose himself on the pleasure, he kept mumbling, his hand starting to speed up as he kept rubbing his face against the cloth, sometimes bitting it as a way to muffle some of his sounds. "I just want you to... Fuck... Just want to get you all hot and bothered because of me... I need to fuck you so bad--- I love you..." As he kept moving his hand faster, he kept whimpering, his hips bucking against his hand as he dreamt about fucking your sweet pussy, seeing you drool all over him as his tip kept hitting against that soft spot within your cunt. Soon, he came all over his hand, his warm essence staining his hand as he kept his face buried on your clothing, wishing it had been you the one he came all over.

Yandere! Caleb who makes sure to get you pregnant as soon as you allow him. Of course he wanted to become the father of your children, but he had to stop himself, biting his own tongue as a way to stop himself from fucking you against the mattress as he kept whispering into your ear, praising you as he burried his face in the crook of your neck. His attitude changed as soon as you allowed him, his cock growing while still being inside you, making your tummy bulge a bit as he started to increase the rhythm of his trusts.

"Just like that, you're doing so good for me, love... Just hold on a bit more... I'll be such a good daddy-- Provide for you, whatever you need, just take me as your husband, yeah? Just let me treat you all nice, you're so good, such a hard-working woman..." Caleb's voice resonated within your head, nails digging on his muscled back as your lower half kept receiving his powerful thrusts, making you mewl each time his dick entered, filling you to the brim and staying there for a few seconds, pressing even further as he kept kissing your forehead to keep you grounded. "Love... Just a few more minutes, promise I'll let you rest as soon as we finish, I just need to make sure to fill you up..." Caleb's rhythm became even more punishing, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, using his own body weight to keep you pressed against the bed, ramming against you as if he had lost every single strand of restraint. Just as you were about to loose yourself, Caleb's hips finally started to quiver, his thrusts becoming more swallow as his cock started to twitch, his cum filling your womb as he pressed himself against your entrance, making sure to not move an inch until he finally ended. "You did so good, my love, let me take care of you." Caleb got away from you, leaving the room for a few minutes. This moment allowed you to breath deeply, your chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to stabilise your own breath. Just as you kept trying to recover, Caleb's arms wrapped around you, lifting you up from the bed so he could take you to the tub that had been filled. Caleb let you lay within it, cleaning your body with the soft sponge, then moving on to massage your scalp, carefully shampooing your whole head and letting it for a few minutes. "I love you, you did so good for me... Now let me get you all warm and cozy before going to bed."

#caleb love and deepspace #caleb x reader #caleb lnds #caleb lads #caleb fanfic #yandere x reader

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hbyrde36 · 2 days ago

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Midsummer Nights

Ch 1 Ch2

WC: 5900 | R: Explicit (eventually | Ch 3/15 | AO3

Chapter 3

The next few days went pretty much the same, to Steve’s utter dismay.

Although, there were the occasional cracks in Eddie’s armor, brief moments where he’d look at Steve with something other than disdain, as though he’d forgotten for a second that he didn’t like him, or maybe Steve’s near non-existent charm was slowly wearing him down.

As if.

No matter how hard Steve tried, he could never seem to say the right thing where Eddie was concerned. In fairness, it wasn’t his fault. One look into those gorgeous brown eyes and he turned into a bumbling idiot, plain and simple.

The second morning of pre-camp saw Eddie—wielder of Steve’s own personal kryptonite, a.k.a. the aforementioned gorgeous brown eyes—stumbling into breakfast late again. Still recovering from jet lag, Steve supposed, and still looking less than thrilled to be stuck working together when they eventually met up with Joyce to get their assignment for the day.

Landscaping.

Which sounded like fun to Steve, honestly. He certainly wasn’t opposed to getting his hands dirty. Except It turned out that landscaping was just a fancy way to say cutting the grass—a shit ton of fucking grass—as well as clearing a bit of overgrowth and a few small trees to make a new footpath between two sections of camp. He had to tamp down his disappointment in finding out they wouldn’t get to plant any pretty flowers in the garden beds situated outside of almost every building on the property. Apparently Joyce liked to do that herself.

Oh well, they’d still get to play in the dirt a bit, and with any luck at least he’d get to watch Eddie use a chainsaw.

Steve pulled up the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. A futile effort considering the shirt itself, a soft pale buttery yellow tank top, was practically see-through now with how soaked it was with the sweat from his body. In the end he gave up, yanking the sopping cloth up over his head, and tossing it into a nearby bush.

A loud grunt of frustration had him glancing over at Eddie, who was tugging angrily on the pull-start of a chainsaw over and over again, with nothing to show for it but a few sputters and false starts. Steve had managed to resist staring at the other boy for most of the day, no small feat given that the top he wore, another sliced up black tee with the fading image of a zombie-skeleton-guy on the front, was more holes than shirt now, gaping open to offer even more glimpses of pale chest than the day before.

Including, as Steve was somehow only just noticing, the distinct glint of metal stuck through each of his nipples. His breath caught at the sight, and he had to clear his throat twice before he could manage to speak.

“Y-you need a hand with that?”

Eddie let out a puff of air, blowing the bangs off his forehead before looking up, lip curling into a sneer when their eyes met. He let the cord go, sending it retracting back into the saw with a loud snap, and held the tool out in Steve’s direction. “If you think you can do better, go on and give it a go, big boy.”

“I-I didn’t mean—“ Steve began, but quickly snapped his mouth shut, knowing he would only make it worse.

See? He was learning.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, giving the saw a little shake, daring Steve to come and take it.

Steve gulped, taking the few tentative steps that would bring him close enough to reach out for the handle, his own fingers lightly brushing against Eddie’s when he took hold of the saw. The simple touch sent a zing of electricity up Steve’s spine, making the skin on his arms break out in goosebumps. For a split-second it was all he could do not to drop the damn thing on his foot.

He gripped it tight, turning away from Eddie’s distracting presence so he could get his shit together. Somehow it was only then that it occurred to him that he knew fuck-all about chainsaws and he was 98% sure he was about to embarrass himself.

It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last probably.

He gave the pull an experimental tug, or tried to, but his hands were slick with sweat and the stupid thing slipped right out from between his fingers.

Right.

99%, then.

Before trying again Steve thought back to what Hopper had said when he dropped all the lawn equipment off to them this morning. Something about choking?

Steve’s dick twitched in his shorts.

Uhhh… no, that couldn’t be right.

The choke, he’d said, and it needing to be either off or on to start. There was only one switch on the saw that Steve could see, so he flicked it in the opposite direction.

Two hard pulls and the tiny engine growled to life.

Steve let out a loud celebratory whoop, turning to flash Eddie a wide smile and maybe hand the tool back so he could finally see those pale muscles in action, but Eddie was in a daze, his gaze firmly fixed to Steve’s chest, seemingly tracking the beads of sweat that ran from his collarbone all the way down to his navel and beyond.

Hmm.

Maybe Robin was on to something.

Steve huffed a surprised, breathy laugh to himself before he could help it, and though the sound of the chainsaw had to have drowned it out, it snapped Eddie to attention, and sent him stumbling back a few steps as his eyes drifted back up to meet Steve’s, the look in them becoming considerably less friendly by the second.

Maybe Steve had only imagined the ogling?

Only one way to find out.

“D’you mind if I just?” Steve asked, purposely over-flexing his pecs and biceps as he pointed the tip of the saw towards the thin row of small trees.

Eddie shook his head, eyes still wide and a little angry as his lips fell into a tight, thin line.

With an air of confidence he didn’t quite feel, Steve took on the first sapling, squatting down slowly while popping his ass out, trying to make a show of it all as best he could.

It wasn’t until he was half way through the row that he finally risked a look back to see if Eddie was taking the bait, only to find that the other boy was paying him less than no mind, and was more than a dozen yards away heading down the dirt road that led to the closest set of port-o-potties.

Another night at the bonfire came and went with no sign of Eddie. Which was probably for the best. In hindsight Steve was a little embarrassed at his own display, and more than a little disappointed that it hadn’t worked.

Robin was sympathetic as she listened to his whispered recounting of the day, right up until he began to sulk about not even getting to drool over his crush in action with power tools.

“What muscles?!” She’d said, which only had him sulking more, insisting that sure, Eddie was slender but Steve had a feeling there was a hidden strength inside that beanpole just waiting to be released.

Robin quickly changed the subject.

Normally he’d have been happy to sit and listen to her ramble on about Vickie and her ‘gorgeous fiery hair’ and ‘piercing blue eyes’, and her horrible on-again, off-again boyfriend back home, but it sort of added salt to his already stinging wounds that at least her crush wanted to be friends. He was saved by the soft patter of rain beginning to wet the canopy of trees above them, bringing the small party to a screeching halt as Jonathan and Argyle doused the fire with a bucket of water, and everyone gathered up their stuff to make a run for it.

Steve grabbed Robin’s hand and the two took off together with their faces lifted to the sky, shrieking with laughter the whole way, not caring at all that they were getting absolutely soaked.

Eddie was in bed again—under the covers this time—already asleep when he, Jonathan, and Argyle crept inside the cabin in their boxers, having left their wet clothes out on the porch to drip dry.

Steve fell asleep watching the rise and fall of Eddie’s chest, lulled by the sound of his breath and the tinkling of rain on the metal roof over his head.

It was still raining the next morning, the sound of it now more like rapid gunfire than the gentle plinking tones of the night before, as it really started lashing down.

Steve cracked his eyes open and found Eddie awake before him for once, climbing out of his bunk and slipping into a pair of long pants that would likely, sadly, remain uncut in the surprising chill of a rainy summer day in the mountains.

It was no surprise when after breakfast Hopper and Joyce announced a change in plans for the day. Not wanting anyone stuck working out in the bad weather for too long, they decided everyone would work together to do a deep clean and declutter of the theater. Which, as the largest building besides the mess hall, served as the main meeting space for all sorts of camp-wide activities, not just drama classes and end of session performances, making it a huge undertaking.

It was a surprise, however, that Eddie and his grumpy-gus attitude, even with the option of mingling with others, still stuck close to Steve’s side, tagging along wordlessly when he, Robin, and Vickie volunteered to take on the veritable mountain of giant totes and ancient boxes hiding in the rafters, containing every costume and accessory the camp had bought or made in the last twenty years or so.

With Robin by his side for the day Steve was feeling more relaxed than he had in days, and especially around Eddie. He stopped worrying about how he looked, or over-analyzing every word that came out of his mouth before he said it. Apart from a few appreciative glances when he knew the other boy wasn’t looking, Steve sort of ignored Eddie, in favor of more than one walk down memory lane with his oldest friend.

The first few containers they sifted through were full of props. Everything from foam swords to plastic rifles, and even a small Audrey II that Steve himself had made with paper mache. That one at least prompted an impressed hum from the usually aloof British bad boy.

Then it was on to the costumes. Steve drug two of the heaviest totes over to the back row of the audience so they could all sit, knowing these would take longer to go through.

He cracked the lid on one, nose wrinkling as he was assaulted by the scent of years-old sweat and mothballs. No sooner had Robin popped open the lid of the other when she squealed with delight, tossing a filthy bundle of velvet into Steve’s lap. He instantly recognized it as the formerly bright blue floppy tudor hat that had gone with his Romeo costume, complete with a shriveled up feather still sticking out of it. Without hesitation he perched it on top of his already deflated hair, the weather doing him no favors.

“Very dashing,” Robin said, and reached back in the bin, her eyes lighting up as she next pulled out a light pink satin dress.

Steve gasped. “Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?”

Without a word Robin leapt to her feet, yanking the scrunchy off of her ponytail to shake her hair out. She batted her eyes as she held the frayed, dingy gown up in front of herself. It was too short now with how tall she’d grown to completely cover her jeans and Converse, but the visual still took Steve back in time. She cleared her throat, calling out in a pitched-up voice, “what man art thou thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?”

Steve was a little shocked to realize he still remembered his next lines nearly 6 years later. With one hand on his heart and the other reaching out to Robin, he replied, “by a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.”

Vicky dissolved into a fit of giggles as they went on, while Eddie offered raised eyebrows and a smirk, his head tilted curiously.

“My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound,” Robin continued. “Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?”

“Neither, fair maid, if either thee dis—”

“That’s how they met, y’know,” Nancy chimed in, interrupting the show as she appeared over Eddie’s shoulder. “Can you believe they’ve been together since they were twelve?”

Steve groaned, ripping the old hat from his head and tossing it back into the box, releasing a puff of dust into the air. “You know we’re not a couple.”

“We’ve never been a couple,” added Robin.

“They always say that,” Nancy uttered from the corner of her mouth to Eddie and Vickie as she gave Robin an appraising stare. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

“Wrong show, Wheeler,” Robin said, with a sneer.

“I just don’t get it, Robin.” Nancy rounded the bench where Vickie and Eddie sat, making her way closer to Steve while giving him a blatantly obvious once-over. “I mean, you two are perfect for each other, and you’ve been joined at the hip since the day you met. What are you,—gay?”

Steve’s blood boiled, but before he could even begin to formulate a response in his best friend’s defence, someone else beat him to it.

“What the fuck, Nance?” Jonathan barked, appearing from nowhere just as his girlfriend had.

Nancy startled violently, the blood draining from her face as she slowly turned to face him. “What? I didn't say there was anything wrong with it, I just want to know,” she said, in a pathetic attempt to defend herself.

Clearly, Jonathan wasn’t going to fall for it, or go along with it. “No, you were being a bitch, and It doesn’t matter anyway because that shit is none of your business.”

“Jeez, it was just a question,” Nancy mumbled, defensively.

Jonathan shook his head, shooting an apologetic smile at Robin and Steve both before stalking away. Nancy chased after him in a huff.

“What’s her problem?” Vickie asked, getting up to stand next to Robin and began rubbing her back as they both watched Nancy’s retreat.

“Who knows,” Robin scoffed. “Does no one appreciate friendship anymore?”

She looked far less bothered and panicked than Steve himself felt. It made him wonder how often Nancy had thrown that sort of ‘joke’ around at her before, and it pissed him off all over again.

The foursome shook the interruption off as best they could, managing to finish their bit of the job without further incident. Robin was smiling again in no time thanks to the attention Vickie was showering on her. Steve, on the other hand, couldn’t quite bring himself to relax again, a tension settling in between his shoulder blades that refused to ease. Not helped by the fact that Eddie remained as quiet as usual, even if the looks he gave Steve for the rest of the afternoon were unusually softer. He even volunteered without being asked to help hoist the totes full of items being kept back up into the loft area.

The sun was back out the following morning, and it was a good thing too. Steve and Eddie’s job for the day was giving all the cabins a little refresh, mainly the porches, and rain wasn’t helpful when waiting for paint to dry.

Painting wasn’t exactly Steve’s forte. In fact, he was terrible at it, evidenced by the fact that he’d been allowed to paint his childhood bedroom exactly once, only to have it hastily covered up with the most godawful plaid wallpaper that had ever existed. But once Hopper explained that they didn’t even have to sand and scrape at the old layers of forest green paint that covered the deck boards and railings, just sweep the dust away and slap a new coat over the last, he felt pretty confident that even he couldn’t mess that up.

Easy peasy.

There were ten cabins in total, five on the girl’s side, five on the boy’s side. They started at the end of the line, which happened to be the one the boys working pre-camp were currently sharing, using an old wagon to cart around the trays, brushes, rollers, and gallons of paint.

When they were all set up and stationed on opposite sides of the porch, where they could meet in the middle at the stairs and paint themselves down, Steve popped inside, bringing out his small but mighty CD player in hopes of lightening the mood. Eddie hadn’t said two words to him that day, and it’s not like the guy had been chatty up till then or anything, but after yesterday's debacle with Nancy, Steve was feeling a little more on edge than usual.

He switched on the radio, hoping to find something neutral or in-between genres, like a top 100 channel or something. Unfortunately, it sounded like only one station was coming in clear. Some awful churchy bullshit that he was absolutely refused to listen to, and he decided—fuck it, he wasn’t about to suffer this kind of work in silence. Eddie would just have to deal with his summer mix.

Steve turned the player’s mode over to CD, pressed play, and humming along to the powerful tones and unapologetic words of Alanis Morissette, got to work.

For a while he was so engrossed in the music and his task, trying his best not to paint outside the lines, so-to-speak, that it was easy to ignore the presence hovering behind him.

That is, until Savage Garden faded out and an unmistakable three note intro came pounding out of the speakers, and Steve couldn’t help but look back and see Eddie’s face.

As soon as he turned he caught Eddie smiling, trying to stifle a laugh, and saw for the first time that Eddie had the most adorable set of dimples.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked, the little lines at the corner of Eddie’s mouth making him feel brave, a hint that maybe the other boy smiled way more than he’d been letting on.

For once Eddie didn't look away or scowl. He met Steve’s gaze with sparkling eyes and shook his head, grin widening. “Your taste in music is absolute shite, mate.”

Steve grinned back. “Oh, I see. Not a Britney fan?”

“Do I look like someone who listens to that teeny-bopper rubbish?”

Steve let his mouth drop open in mock offense, slapping a hand to his own chest. The same hand that’d been gripping his brush, splattering his shirt with paint. “She transcends genre!” He insisted, playfully.

Eddie chuckled, setting his own paintbrush down before crossing the porch, closing the distance between them. He raised a hand, gently swiping his thumb across Steve's chin. “I assure you, she does not.”

Steve sucked in a breath, a rush of heat spreading over his cheeks in an instant. The feeling crept down his neck and chest, a fire felt even over the intense temperature of the day, to settle low in his stomach.

Eddie pulled away slowly, a new deep green smear left behind on his pale skin.

Steve’s gaze flitted from Eddie’s hand to his lips, then quickly down before he could give in to the overwhelming desire to lean in closer. He’d never wanted to kiss someone so much in his fucking life.

“That’s lookin’ real good boys!” Hopper's booming voice came from directly below, startling them both and making them jump apart.

The blood drained from Steve’s as he looked down to see the older man in his truck on the road below, while Eddie turned his back on them both, returning to the section he’d been painting.

They hadn’t even heard him drive up.

“Uh, t-thanks Hop,” Steve called back.

“You two make a good team! All your work this week’s been exceptional. ‘S a shame I gotta break you up.”

Steve froze, panic shooting through his veins like ice. This was it. Hopper must have caught the way he was looking at Eddie just now and figured out his secret. Or maybe Nancy said something about the other day and he put two and two together, and Steve was getting sent home, or fired, or worse. Would Hopper tell his parents? His mom would probably take it okay but his dad would never speak to him again. No big loss there, but still—

“Why’s that?” Eddie asked. His voice, so much nearer than it should be, interrupting Steve’s spiral. He’d moved close again, standing right next to Steve at the rail, giving him a sidelong glance.

“I’ve got a guy, Gareth, he’s driving in a day early so he’ll be here tomorrow. The two of you will be working in the music building together so I'll need you to help him get things set up tomorrow. Steve, you’ll be with me.”

“I know,” Hopper began with a sigh. “It’s a shit job, son, but someone’s gotta do it.” He chuckled at his own awful dad joke, slapping Steve on the back with one of his big, meaty hands.

Steve groaned, glaring at the row of port-o-potties just outside the dining hall as he pulled on a pair of yellow elbow-length rubber gloves. They were, admittedly, overkill for the job at hand. He wasn’t actually cleaning the waste out of the many plastic outhouses that were placed all over camp, there was a company that came once a week to pump that out, thank god, but toilet seats and walls still needed disinfecting, toilet paper needed filling, and apparently that was his and Hopper’s job today.

Lovely.

“Get it? …Shitty?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied without enthusiasm, rolling his eyes. “Good one, Hop.”

Hopper gave a disgusted huff. “Kids have no sense of humor these days I tell ya.”

“Did you ever consider the fact that you’re just not funny?”

“Hey! What happened to respecting your elders?”

Steve shrugged, grinning.

“Must be part of that y2k thing they keep talking about on the news,” Hopper mumbled to himself. Which made absolutely no sense but Steve wasn’t about to point that out.

“Anyhow,” the older man went on, “this’ll go a hell of a lot faster if we split up. I’ll take the west side of campus, you take the east, and we’ll meet at the theater. Good?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As he cleaned, Steve’s mind wandered to Eddie, wondering how his day was going with this Gareth guy. He’d gotten a peek at the new counselor this morning, and he was cute, Steve supposed, in that overactive puppy-dog sort-of way. He certainly had one hell of a head of hair on him. So, naturally, when his day’s task brought him near to the music building, tucked halfway into the trees by the lake, next to the media center, he couldn’t help the urge to check in on Eddie… covertly.

He crept around the side of the small white building and quietly climbed up a pile of wood, stacked precariously against its outer wall, till he could reach the structure’s only window. He kept his head low, taking in the guitars, bass, ukuleles, and tambourines hung on the studio’s unfinished walls. He couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but there through the smudged glass he could see Eddie and Gareth laughing and smiling and chatting away as they put a drum kit together in the corner.

So it wasn’t a personality thing, like Steve had secretly hoped, it was only him Eddie was a grumpy dick to.

As he watched with envious curiosity, the two boys got the last cymbal screwed in place, and Gareth immediately plopped down on the little stool behind the bass drum, pulling a pair of sticks from his back pocket and twirling them between his fingers.

Eddie clapped, giving Gareth a little bow before pulling one of the guitars straight off the wall, draping the strap over his back, and plugging it into a nearby amp. Gareth grinned at him before raising his drumsticks in the air, clicking them together four times.

Steve was entirely unprepared for the sheer volume of the atrocious sounds that followed. Under normal circumstances, he was sure he could have appreciated the pounding beat of the drums, and chaotic chord progression Eddie began to hammer out, but as it was, it was jarring. He flinched, slipping on the top bit of wood, still partially damp from rain earlier in the week. In regaining his footing he stood upright, gripping the window frame tight, his face suddenly dead center of the glass. The guitar came to a screeching halt as Eddie’s head snapped up, his eyes locking with Steve’s for a single harrowing heartbeat.

With the sound of blood rushing in his ears, Steve flung himself backward off the stack and went tumbling to the ground, taking no time at all to recover from the short fall before pushing himself to his feet, and taking off at a run for the theater building.

Later, when Hopper released him for the day, Steve couldn’t bring himself to go back to the boy’s bunk, not ready to face Eddie after he’d been caught gawking in the window at him like a goddamn peeping tom.

Instead he hid like a coward, propped up against a tree behind Robin’s cabin while he waited for her to shower. She emerged in record time through the back door with Vickie in tow, and the three of them walked down to the mess hall together, the girls flanking him on either side. Vickie couldn’t have known exactly what was bothering him, Robin wouldn’t have betrayed his confidence like that, but Steve still appreciated the support.

He continued to hide as best he could behind his two small bodyguards while they traversed the food line and took a seat.

A few tables over, Eddie was sitting with Gareth, waving his hands around and grinning wide enough to show those goddamn dimples again as he spoke enthusiastically about something.

Fucking Gareth. Steve hated him, feeling a renewed stab of jealousy watching them together. What did he have that Steve didn’t?

And how did his hair achieve such volume with seemingly no products?!

Steve forced himself to look away before he was noticed, turning his attention to Hopper making his way to the center of the room, trusty microphone in hand.

As usual the sound system revolted for a few seconds when the thing was switched on, but Hopper ignored it, clearing his throat loudly into the mic—his way of asking for silence—before he began.

“First, I want to thank all of you for your hard work this week. It’s no small task to get this place up and running and ready for the kids, and I can’t tell you how much we appreciate your efforts. I hope you’ve enjoyed the week with your assigned partners because, as you may or may not have already guessed, you’ll be working together for the rest of the summer as well.

“We’ve got one more day before the real chaos begins, folks. The remaining counselors and support staff will be arriving in the morning, and we want you to take the day tomorrow to move into your assigned bunks, continue to get to know your co-counselors, and make any last minute preparations that might be needed.

“And please, keep the partying to a minimum the next two nights. I know you think Joyce and I don’t know about what goes on here after dark, and when I'm done speaking we can all go back to pretending that’s the case, but you do not want to face nervous parents leaving their kids overnight for the first time with a hangover. Trust me.”

Him and Eddie, living together, essentially co-parenting a pack of children for the rest of the summer?

Steve dropped his head in his hands, leaning into Robin’s touch when she threw a comforting arm across his shoulders. How was he going to survive this with his sanity intact?

With Hopper’s oddly specific warning there did seem to be a little less drinking at the bonfire that night. That whole thing had Steve wondering what sort of ragers his counselors had been throwing in these woods when he was a camper.

He’d considered doing the same, and almost skipped grabbing his usual six pack of beer out of the trunk of his car, but changed his mind when he spotted a familiar head of curls walking the dark path with everyone else. Figures this would be the night Eddie decided to come out.

Steve stuck close to Robin and Vickie again, drifting in and out of their conversation as he pounded two of the beers to try and calm his fraying nerves. It didn’t help that Gareth was now buddying up to Jonathan and Argyle too.

It did have the side-effect of leaving Eddie sitting on his own for the first time all night, not that Steve had been keeping track, and now that he was three beers in it was starting to sound like a good idea to clear the air between them, and maybe take one more go at being friends, or at least friendly since they’d be stuck spending a lot of time together.

Without a word to the girls, who were too caught up in each other anyway, he scooped the half empty six pack from his feet and strode over to where Eddie sat, taking up the stump right next to him before he lost his nerve.

“Hey, um, so I was thinking–” Steve began eloquently, but Eddie quickly cut him off with a snort.

“I figured. Listen, Harrington, it’s fine. I’m sure if we talk to Hopper he can switch the assignments around.”

Steve took a long blink, processing. “That’s… not what I was going to say at all.”

“No? Coz I saw your face when he made the announcement, and the way you’ve been eyeing me up since I got here—it’s not like you haven't made it clear how you feel about me.”

“Shit,” Steve cursed under his breath. Had he been that obvious?

Eddie nodded to himself, slapping his hands down on his knees before moving to stand. “Thought so.”

“It’s not what you think!” Steve rushed out.

“Don’t want to be paired up with the freak?” Eddie asked.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Steve's eyes grew wide, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, that’s… it really isn’t what you think. That’s not why I–” he trailed off with a frustrated groan, staring out at the dark expanse of trees surrounding them. He’d almost rather Eddie knew the truth than think he was that kind of shallow asshole, but he was too afraid to admit to his hopeless, pathetic, crush. “Look, can we just start over or something? I think we got off on the wrong foot. Several wrong feet.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, studying Steve's face like he was searching for the catch.

Steve reached down into his half-empty six pack of lukewarm beers, plucking out the coolest of the bunch and held it to Eddie in offering. “Hi, I'm Steve.”

Eddie looked down at it suspiciously for a long beat, leaving Steve feeling like an ass with his hand out but he held firm, pleading with his eyes for Eddie to believe he was being sincere.

“Alright.” A heavy sigh crossed Eddie’s lips as he finally caved, reaching out to take the bottle from Steve’s hand. “Don’t waste those puppy dog eyes on me, they'll do you far more good elsewhere.” He twisted the cap off and took a long sip of the beer, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face, before sticking his empty hand out.

“I'm Eddie. Pleased to meet you, Steve.”

The full touch of Eddie’s hand lit Steve’s entire being on fire, and as they shook he wondered if it would have been safer—smarter—to have just let the guy keep thinking he was an asshole.

“It’s not completely your fault, by the way. I… I haven't been quite myself lately,” Eddie admitted after a while, upending his bottle as he stared up at the sky.

Steve took the empty when he was done and passed him another beer, raising an eyebrow in question.

An odd expression crossed Eddie's face, but it was there and gone in a flash, too quickly for Steve to read. “It’s nothing,” he replied, though it sounded anything but. “I think I might be a little homesick, is all. I’ve never been this far from my uncle before.”

It was the first bit of actual personal human knowledge Steve had yet to acquire from the other boy, and he itched to know more. A dozen questions came to mind, but a deep yawn from Eddie interrupted his train of thought.

“Sorry, jet lag still has me knackered.”

“Do you wanna head back?” Steve asked, quickly tacking on, “together, I mean.”

Eddie shook his head. “You don’t have to cut your good time short for me, I can find my own way back.”

Steve shrugged, trying not to seem too eager. “I’m out of beer anyway, unless I wanna walk all the way back to my car, and I think an early night would do me some good.”

“Alright then, lead the way.”

They picked their way carefully through the trees, the path ahead lit only by the light of the moon, and Steve was kicking himself for being chivalrous and leaving the only flashlight behind for Robin and Vickie to use at the end of the night. Eddie kept close, as if he were nervous, a theory all but confirmed by the way he whipped his head around at any sign or sound of wildlife. It made Steve wonder if he was more a city boy, another question to add to his ever growing list. Their hands brushed more than once, and each time Steve felt those scorching flames again, licking their way up his arm.

The edge of the woods was near, the semi-circle of cabins just coming into sight when they were plunged into further darkness by a passing cloud. Eddie stumbled, the toe of his boot catching on a thick clump of roots. Steve lunged on instinct, so used to Robin and her two clumsy left feet, and Eddie fell right into his arms with a yelp.

“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie said, his tone breathless and a little hoarse.

The scent of campfire clung to his hair, and Steve had to fight the overwhelming urge to bury his face in those wild curls. He swallowed hard, blushing furiously as he set Eddie back upright, suddenly grateful for the dark cover of night.

“You’re welcome.”

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katareyoudrilling · 6 hours ago

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The Sweepstakes: Javi Gutierrez Epilogue (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn star Javi Gutierrez x Female Reader

Summary: You are getting dressed up a year after your night with Javi

Word count: 637

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Healing from negative body image, mentions of past sexual encounter, reader is a full figured gal, but has no other physical descriptions

A/N: If you haven’t read The Sweepstakes: Javi Gutierrez yet, go read it first! I always knew this would be their epilogue, I don’t know why it took me so long to write it! I hope you enjoy! Spanish translations are at the end, but everything should be able to be understood in line. Big thanks to @burntheedges for the beta!

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“Are you getting dressed?”

Javi’s deep voice rumbles in your ear.

“Yeah.”

“What are you wearing?”

“The black one.”

Javi groans. “Your tits look amazing in that one. Muéstrame. Let me see.”

You add video to the call as you check yourself out in your full-length mirror. You have to agree with Javi, the woman looking back at you looks pretty amazing.

What a change from this time last year. Your mirror is much less of an enemy these days.

Your negative body image isn’t something you could change overnight. Even if the night in question was the most amazing one you’ve ever had. You think back on that night with Javi often. The way Javi looked at you with lust and desire in his eyes and the confidence it gave you to let go.

You’ve even watched it a few times. You didn’t want to be filmed initially, but Javi convinced you to try. He bent you into positions you didn’t know you were capable of and found realms of pleasure you hadn’t discovered on your own, and most definitely not with a partner. You lost count of how many times he made you come.

The video was difficult to watch at first. You squinted through your fingers and could only let it play for a minute or two. But gradually, it got easier.

You practiced looking at yourself in the mirror. Javi would whisper in your ear while you looked at your naked body. He helped you see the beauty in your roundness and rolls until you started to see it yourself.

Now you run your hands over your curves with affection and don’t need a gorgeous man to tell you what to appreciate… but you still like it sometimes.

Javi fills your phone screen with his golden skin, warm brown eyes, and sunshine smile.

“Hola, bonita. Show me this dress.”

You angle the camera down to show the deep V at the front of your dress, your cleavage on full display, and the high slit up your thigh.

“Deliciosa,” he murmurs. “Do you think it is tonight?”

You nod and bite your lip as your cheeks heat. You’ve been dating Joel for a little while now. Your connection was immediate. There was just something about his soulful brown eyes that drew you in.

“Is he good enough for you?”

“You know he is, Javi.”

Javi’s protectiveness of you warms your heart. You’ve told Javi about all your dates over the last year. He has become your best friend and confidant.

You haven’t had sex with anyone since him, focusing instead on how you feel about yourself, so you’d be ready when the right man came along. You wanted to be able to fully embrace that side of yourself when the time came.

Then you met Joel.

Charming, gentlemanly, competent Joel… you shiver with anticipation.

You know he is the right man. Tonight may just be the right night.

“You’re glowing, bonita.” Javi interrupts your reverie. “I am so happy for you!”

Javi’s smile lights up the screen and you smile back. “Thank you, Javi. For everything.”

“De nada, but it was you all along. I just get to enjoy. I hope that this will not end, but I will understand if it does.”

Javi’s puppy dog eyes fill the screen. Thankfully, you can console him. “Joel knows about you. I think you’ll be great friends.”

“Bueno! I am so glad! I know this is maybe unusual.”

“Maybe, but I don’t care.”

Just then, your doorbell chimes. “Oh! He’s here!”

“Ve! Go!”

“Bye, Javi! I love you!”

“Te quiero tambien! Call me tomorrow.” Javi smooches the camera and hangs up.

You check your dress and make-up one last time in the mirror, grab your bag, and open the door to the man of your dreams.

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A/N: Did Joel surprise you???? He surprised me!!! Am I even capable of writing something without a cameo? Lololol

Spanish translations: Muéstrame - show me Hola, bonita - hello, beautiful Deliciosa - delicious De nada - you're welcome Ve! - Go! Te quiero también - I love you too

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ijustbewriting · 4 hours ago

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A man who yearns is a man who earns

Wolfstar X fem!reader

Summary - In which Remus and Sirius quietly ( not really) yearn for the reader

Warnings : none, (delusional Sirius), shy reader I guess

A//N My first Wolfstar fic !

Word count: 1.2k

“ I want her so bad” Sirius groans softly watching as you laugh along with Lily and Marlene. Remus who had been reading had promptly stopped as he had watched his boyfriend look at the girl who they had both been crushing on as of late. You were in the same year as them, a beautiful and smart Ravenclaw who just so happened to waltz in the boys life and change them forever.

“If you keep starting at her she’ll think you’re a creep” Remus tells his boyfriend

“She’ll think about me !” Sirius gasps, Remus shakes his head at his gasp

“ You really need to stop”

“Why won’t she look at us “ Whines Sirius sitting next down next to Remus who was quick to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him closer.

“Don’t know love” He plants a kiss on his neck making Sirius shiver.

“Do you think she even knows our names” The young Gryffindor pouts.

In all honesty Y/N did know Remus and Sirius, how could she not? The famous group, the marauders. Known for pulling pranks and bringing fun to Hogwarts, it was hard to miss such a group.

Remus and Sirius especially, god were they gorgeous. Remus with his beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lit by the sun itself, his curly hair that was always curled to perfection, his old soul which was so kind and oh Merlin’s beard was he so smart. The few classes she had with him where she would hear him answer the professors question’s correctly and even sometimes add even more information made her Ravenclaw heart swoon.

Sirius Black, oh Sirius Black. He captivated everyone’s heart. His unique grey eyes and long hair, and that smile. That Sirius Black smile. Charming is what he is, suave with his words having anyone flustered and blushing when Sirius would flirt with them. Everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. But only Remus Lupin was lucky enough to have a slice of whatever Sirius was offering but god did he want top give a piece to you.

You the beautiful creature who captured their hearts when Lily walked into the common room that fateful day. You both were working on a project for Potions. Both of them were awestruck by you. Swearing they had never seen someone as beautiful as you. They knew then and there that they wanted you, the question was how?

It seemed like any time that they wanted to see you, you were scurrying away, off to the library, your dorm or somewhere else where they could not reach you.

One time when Sirius was walking with James after heading back from quidditch practice. Then a sudden figure zoomed right past them, it was you. Sirius blinked and he turned to look at you as you left, he wanted to say something but by gods were you quick. As you turned the corner and disappearing from his sight he promptly fell to his knees.

“Come back my love PLE-“

As you had turned the corner, you stopped swearing that you had heard something

“Must of been the wind” you muttered to yourself.

It was not in fact the wind but none other than Sirius Black dramatically on his knees clutching his chest, the other hand reaching out for you.

“Mate get up this is embarrassing” James muttered

Truth is- you’re painfully shy. Having a crush on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black the it couple right next to Lily and James was painful, for so many reasons. One being the most obvious, they’re both together and you were no home wrecker. Two you could not imagine even being friends with them. They were so different from you, in a good way.

While you were more quiet and reserved, staying in your dorm to read and study. You enjoyed your me time more than anything. Parties at Hogwarts were something you rarely attended, given the fact that you didn’t drink or dance. The few times you did go was because a friend’s or Lily had dragged you. You would see both boys at these parties and they were the life of the party there was no way they would look over at you and want you, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself thus far.

It was far from the truth. Remus and Sirius both yearned for you silently or at least remus did, Sirisu was alwasy loud about those he cared about.

But enough was enough, both of them decided that they were going to get your attention one way or another.

As you exited you class, you sighed as you slinged your bag on your shoulder, the bag was heavy a reminder of all the homework you had to do.

"Ok I finish reading chapters one through twenty and then I can start my essay and give my self enough time-" you muttered to yourself but promptly stopped as your eyes landed on two figures. Remus and Sirius. Quickly and without blinking you turned your heel and began to walk the other way.

"No wait- hold on love" you heard Sirius voice as he catched up to you, now this is the one time you cursed Sirius and Remus's great hieght becasue with a couple of strides they had already caught up to you.

"Dove please" Remus said almost pleadingly. The nickname made you stop walking. The boys both next to you.

"Merlin's beard, your worse than a snitch, I don't even think James would be able to catch you" Sirius huffed in light laughter, Remus smiled soflty.

"We've been looking for you " said Remus

"You have?" you responed in a quiet voice

"yes love, for what feels like an eternity-"

"two months" Remus corrected

"felt like forver to me" huffed Sirius his lips almost pouting

"what for?" you ask

"well we wanted to ask you something actually" Remus started

"We want you so bad" blurted Sirius, now that made you completely freeze up.

"Sirius we said we were going slow" hissed Remus, swatting his partner gently on the shoulder.

"I can't- this will not be a slow burn love, I will not allow it" He shakes his head before grabbing your hand.

"Love, please we've been going crazy without you, you drive us insane and we want you in all ways possible, please let us treat you right, we won't ever hurt you and your days will be filled with love and passion-"Sirius's love declaration was cut of by his boyfriend.

"Pads you're scaring her" He says as he had been wacthing your reaction and it was all wide eyed and he wore you had stopped breathing for a moment. Sirius quickly shut up, the quickest Remus had ever seen him. After a moment of silence you finally spoke.

"You want me- you both want me ?" you sputtered finally breathing again

"Most ardently" Remus answered. You look between both boys, whom you've had been crushing onf for so long, who you had never ever in your life believed that they would ever look at you in that way but here they were. Sirius basically on his knees begging you to talk and Remus with his beautiful eyes asking, no pleading for a positive response. You drew in a deep breathe before answering.

"I want you guys too" You confess

"Praise Merlin and David Bowie she said yes Remus!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yes I heard her love thank you" chuckled Remus who was now looking you fondly. Sirius who was still holding your hand gave it a small squeeze.

"Did you hear how Remus pulled a Mr. Darcy on you "

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sageispunk · 16 hours ago

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pretty like u (18+)

↳ A little lipstick never hurt anyone...

pairing: early 2000s jeff hardy x bestfriend!alt!black!reader

wordcount: 1.5k+

warnings: 18+, smut, just a lil self indulgent fic, reader is also a wrestler & southern, MUA foreplay basically, making out, lap riding/dry humping, dubcon if u squint, light choking

“You sure it’s gon’ look good, baby?”

“Mhmm, now sit still…you’re gonna mess me up.”

Kittie was playing faintly on your stereo behind you, coming off the nu metal mixtape you put together last week. Jeffrey watched as you continued to work on his face. The two of you were seated in front of your brightly lit, custom-made vanity. You straddled the fluffy brown bench and he sat in front of you, leaning forward in the chair he pulled over from across the room.

You could feel his pretty green eyes on you as you held his jaw sturdy with one hand, using the other to very carefully pen the eyeliner along his lower lash line. You didn’t want to do too much but you knew that he was okay with you playing around a little bit on his face. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he blushed and giggled after you’d mindlessly commented about his perfect facial structure while you were finishing up his smokey eye.

Sitting back, you scanned his face to make sure everything was symmetrical. His eyes followed yours, going back and forth until you looked away, twisting to retrieve something from the cluttered vanity.

Jeffrey tried not to stare but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body stretched and the way your clothes pulled around the curves of your body. The thin leopard print halter top you wore began to rise up on your tummy, giving him a sneak peek of the softness he was eager to lay his lips on.

The moth tattoos on the tops of both of your thighs were creeping out from under your black denim shorts. His fingers twitched in his lap, he wanted to trace them along the lines, softly, enough to get you to finally let your walls down for him.

In the few years that you’d known one another, there was almost no separating you. You’d traveled together to matches, and despite having your own hotel rooms, the two of you would often be found in yours—munching on a box of pizza together, watching Scooby Doo or some other silly cartoon. You would fly back home to NC during holidays together, visiting each other’s families before spending your own time alone.

But neither of you ever crossed that line. Sure, there were those times when you would notice his hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed by, or when he would catch you staring while he was putting on his face paint on the other side of the room. Tiny moments that the both of you brushed off as just parts of your weirdly intimate friendship, but everyone around you could see the energy there.

Like now, as you held Jeff’s jaw in your hand, with your own face just inches away from his. The pattern of his beard tickled under your fingers. A moment of eye contact had you both seizing your breath, before you tore your eyes away, focusing instead on his lips—soft, pink. You took a deep breath and popped open your black lip liner with one hand, bringing the pencil up to his face.

“Baby—” His cold hands gently landed on the tops of your thighs.

“Jeff…” You took a deep breath. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” His thumbs slid back and forth on your skin.

You lowered the liner back down to your lap. Jeffrey kept his face close, still in your grasp. “Just, let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.” He fought the urge to grin.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide your own smile. You quickly finished up the liner around his lips, following with a layer of your darkest purple lipstick. “Smack.”

He did as you said, and you released his face. He stayed close, and you didn’t dare to back up either. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

“Pretty like you?”

“Jeff-”

He leaned in just an inch. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

You smacked your lips. “So now you wanna mess up all my ha—"

Jeffrey closed the distance between you, swallowing your words down with his lips. Your eyelids fell shut as you accepted the feelings you’d been denying for too long. Blindly sitting your materials back onto the vanity, you brought your hands up to Jeff’s shoulders. As many times as you’ve touched him before, it was nothing like how you felt him now.

His warm muscles tensed under your grasp, relaxing a second later before he slid his hands further down the sides of your thighs, tucking them under and pulling you forward into his lap. You gasped at the sudden rearrangement and Jeff chased your lips like there was nothing in the world that he needed more.

Eyes low and lipstick already smudged, he used a hand on the back of your head to bring you back in. His fingers tangled in your long, black braids, gently stimulating your scalp. Jeff’s other hand was placed firmly on your hip, massaging into your bare skin. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands scrambling to touch as much skin as possible, to remember as much as possible.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his lap, already feeling his excitement underneath you. He whined against your lips, beginning to move in circles with you. The harmony between your bodies had you growing needier by the second, feeling almost regretful about taking so long to go further with Jeff. One of your hands found itself lightly wrapped around his neck, your fingers only slightly squeezing the sides. Jeff moaned, putting a few inches of space between your faces. You looked down at his purple, kiss-swollen lips, then back up to his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I’m all yours, take what ya need…”

Resting his head back against the chair, he pulled your free hand up to his neck to join the other. You took the hint and let both of your hands wrap around, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your hips bucked on as you felt him thrusting his hardness up into you, the only thing separating you being the fabric of both of your jeans. The teasing friction had you wanting more and more, and you tried for it.

You threw your own head back, sexually and emotionally frustrated and needing this orgasm to level your thoughts. “Fuck!”

Jeff squeezed your hips, providing a grounding sensation. You zeroed in, focusing on his touch and the heat growing between your bodies. You found the perfect pattern to move your body in, feeling the effects of both his cock and the seams of the jeans teasing your cunt.

You knew you were close, but it felt like you were missing something. You wanted to feel him, actually on you, or in you. You wanted to reach this high with him.

And just like he could read your mind, Jeff brought your attention back to his face, with his hands wrapped around your wrists. “Don’t stop, baby,” He whispered. His eyes were pleading, and so was his body under you.

“Cum with me?” Your voice was hushed, rasped, throat nearly dry although the rest of you felt the complete opposite.

Jeffrey nodded, slowly, moving once again with you as you picked up speed. Your eyes never left one another as the intensity of the moment increased. It was as though you were in tune with each other’s heartbeat, with the way the blood pumped through the other’s system. Everything in the universe began to make sense, like your whole life was leading up to this moment.

You used your hands on his neck to steady you as you moved with an eagerness even you haven’t seen in yourself. “Jeffrey— fuck, oh my god…”

“Mhmm, just like that baby, don’t stop…you’re so pretty grindin’ on me like this…”

You shouted out his name one last time, your entire body freezing up before it began to vibrate. White light blinded you behind your eyelids as you hit your peak, and you could faintly hear Jeff’s choked moans below, his own hips jerking up into you. You could feel every hair standing up on your body, every gentle gust of cool wind from the vents kissing your skin.

Your hips continued to move together, lazily, cooling down. You were synced, it seemed. Your hands loosened from his neck, falling down to his chest and feeling the swell of his chest under your fingertips.

Jeffrey pulled your arms in, effectively bringing your face back to meet his own. This time, he didn’t catch you by surprise. Your lips moved together as though you’d been doing this for years, tongues slipping past one another to explore. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

When things cooled down, you were forehead to forehead, breathing in eah other's air. You could feel the dampness of Jeff's lap under you, whether from you or him, you didn't care. Your eyes opened and were immediately met with his soft hazel gaze. Turning your head to the side, you placed a quick, gentle kiss on the side of his face. A new warm feeling spurred within you at the sight of him blushing and turning away from you.

"Oh, now you wanna act all shy, huh? Don't tell me this is all I had to do to get Mr. Jeff Hardy to give up all his power..." You teased him, giggling as you circled your hips for a short second, knowing good and well that he could probably make you just as weak if the roles were reversed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, endearingly pulling you in to squeeze himself against your chest. "Shhhh, girl...just gimme a few minutes..."

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