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aothotties · 7 months

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Distraction

Warnings: NSFW, Gojo is your fuck buddy, Reader is in her mid 20s, car sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, ass slapping, overstimulation, begging, teasing and edging.

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DING!

You check your phone and roll your eyes when his name pops up on the screen again, as if ignoring his calls and face times wasn’t enough.

“Stop ignoring me before I magically appear outside of your door, answer the phone :)”

You groan loudly and roll your eyes when his caller ID flashes on the screen. You pick up the phone and answer the facetime call.

“What do you want?” You ask, annoyance very prominent in your voice.

He lets out a fake laugh and rolls his eyes, from what you can see he’s sitting in his car with the seats reclined.

“I’m bored as hell and need some company.” He says with a fake pout and you scoff back in response

“You’re trying to be funny and I’m not laughing dumbass, I told you last night that I have to study for my exams. Remember?” You look at him in disbelief and he just continues to stare at the screen

“Was that before or after I ate you out in the backseat, because anything past that point is a blur to me” He responds and it takes everything in you not to hang up right there.

“Satoru-”

“Look it’s that little allowance money my father likes to put into my account to make up for not being a father, and I don’t want to just spend it by myself. Why don’t you come and help me?”

“You’re 28 years old, you’re a grown ass man and you still get allowances from your father?” You looked at him in slight disbelief and he huffed in annoyance.

“I am trying my hardest to be patient with you, I really am. Close that annoying ass textbook and get your ass outside please and thank you. God damn.” You smile in satisfaction at his frustration and nod your head in agreement.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!”

“Yeah okay, oh and make sure you’re not wearing any-” you hang up the phone before he can finish what he’s saying.

It takes you a few minutes to get yourself together, looking yourself over in the mirror before heading out to the car in front of your house.

As you walk closer to the car you can see the tall man leaning on the passenger side while scrolling mindlessly on his phone, he looks up as he hears your footsteps get closer.

“I think the first thing I’ll get you is a damn watch, that was not five minutes.” He said as he stared down at you, one hand on his hip like the dramatic he is.

“Hm that is so like you, just immediately start complaining before you can even say hi or hello. Have you tried relaxing?” You ask sarcastically

He gives you a smile and cups your cheeks in his hand pulling you in closer while hovering his lips over yours, you whimper lowly as he just stares down at you.

“You’re really talkative today, it’s cute but don’t push it.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before letting your face go, he steps back and opens the door for you with a smile.

You slowly walk forward and get into the car, you rub your legs together to try and relieve some of the tension between your legs. You pull your seatbelt on just as he enters the car and sit back in your seat.

“So um, where did you want to go?” You cross your legs and look over at him

“We can drive around, I’ll get you something to eat because I know you think skipping meals is fun, you little psycho.” He mumbles the last bit and starts the car up before pulling off.

You sit back in your seat and feel the throbbing between your legs slowly calm down, you glance over at him and watch as he focuses on the road. You tense up when he takes one hand off the wheel and places it on your thigh instead.

“So why are you stressing over that little test anyways? You act like you’re not top of the class or something?” He asks, you have a hard time focusing when he rubs your inner thigh with his thumb.

You cross your legs a bit tighter than before and take a breath to get yourself together before speaking.

“Yeah I am, but how do you think I stay top of my class? Not all of us are promised a good paying job or have it like you.” You say in response to his question and he raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks, offense clear in his voice.

“Oh please don’t make me say it. I could’ve just stayed in my room if you were gonna bring me out to argue.” You roll your eyes and lean against the door.

“It won’t be an argument if you just explain what the fuck you meant!” He exclaims, his voice raising a bit in octave.

“I see I struck a nerve huh? I mean people like you that have access to money and anything they want.. Not everyone is promised that, some of us had to work hard to get there.” You explain and he just lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“You know you can really be full of shit sometimes.” He says in return and this time you let out a laugh.

“Me? I can be full of shit? Do I not bust my ass each and every day?” You sit up and look over at him angrily.

You watch as he grips the steering wheel tighter and presses down on the gas causing the car to accelerate slowly.

“The last time I checked, you told me that your parents took care of and still do give you money for school, so you are in the same boat I am!” He says smugly and you resist the urge to curse him out.

“That’s how I know you weren’t listening. I said they paid for the first year and after that I was on my own because I changed my major. So no they haven’t paid for my school in like four years you stupid bitch.” You sit back in your seat and cross your arms angrily.

You notice that he pulls the car over into an empty parking lot, you decide to just sit there and not question him. You continue to stare out the window and gasp when he grabs your jaw and forces you to look him in his eyes.

“What’s your problem tonight, hm? That test has you so stressed out that you’re acting like this?” You whimper in response to his question and close your legs tighter together.

“You think I didn’t notice you crossing those pretty legs? You think I didn’t see you staring at me while I drove?” He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

You lean in to try and feel more of him but he leans back so you couldn’t touch him.

“Satoru please.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and move over so now your face is inches away from his. He gives you a small smile and pulls you down by your shirt, pressing his lips to yours.

You crawl into his lap and his hands immediately find their way to your ass, he rubs his hands up and down the exposed skin on your thighs and you shiver at the sensation. You moan into his mouth as you move your hips back and forth over his lap, biting your lip at the feeling of his bulge against your clothed cunt.

You move off his lap and back into the passenger seat, you tug at the string on his sweatpants and he takes that as a hint to take his bottoms off. He swiftly removes his boxers and pants in one motion.

You stare at his dick and watch in awe as it twitches against his stomach. The tip is an angry red and there’s a bulging vein on the underside of his dick. He rubs your jaw with his thumb and forces you to look at him.

“Don’t make me wait, you’ve already pissed me off enough tonight.” He says half jokingly.

You put your hand around the base and lean down to wrap your lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it slowly. He throws his head back and groans out into the air, he gently gathers your braids up into a ponytail.

You take more of him at a slow pace, mainly to tease him, but partially to get used to how thick he is. He starts to become impatient and pushes your head down.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood to play games with you.” He bites his lip and thrust his hips upwards.

He tries his best to be gentle, but he can’t help himself with the sounds you make while his dick hits the back of your throat

“God damn you’re gonna make me come like this.” He moans and moves your head up and down at a steady pace.

You whimper in response and grab onto his thighs for support, you squeeze your legs together to try and relieve some tension.

He pulls your head off of his dick and you breathe out loudly into the air to try and catch your breath.

He pulls you in for a kiss and keeps a hand on the back of your neck. He swirls his tongue around yours and sucks on your bottom lip, he pulls away from your lips and presses his forehead against yours.

“Tell me what you want me to do princess.” He says, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I want you to fuck me Satoru, please I need you to touch me.”

You let out a low gasp when his fingers make their way into your shorts and past your panties.

“You want me to touch you right here baby?” He teasingly asks as his pointer and middle finger rub circles on your clit.

You gasp at the sensation and spread your legs as an indication for him to go further, he gets the hint and easily slides two fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“F-fuck Satoru!” You press your lips against his and moan into his mouth when his long fingers curve against your sweet spot

“Right there! Please don’t stop, I'm so close” You say with a desperate whine.

Satoru smirks and rubs your clit with the pad of his thigh, he licks his lips at the sight of you arching your back to fuck yourself on his fingers.

Your moment of pleasure is quickly ripped away when he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them off instead. You let out a cry and look up at him.

“You were so mean to me earlier, I don’t think you get to decide when and how you get to come.” He tells you, he moves his seat forward and urges you to the backseat.

You move back there without hesitation and watch as he follows quickly, pushing you gently so you lay on your back.

“So this is why you had the seats down back here?” You ask with a smirk and he laughs while taking off his shirt.

“I always have the seats down when I’ve got you in the car, just gotta be cautious.” He answers and pulls your bottoms off all together.

“I can see how wet you are baby, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit and your grip on the seat tightens.

“P-please fuck me, I want you so bad. I’m sorry for being mean.” You reach up and slowly trail a finger down his abdomen.

Satoru can’t help but to let out a moan at the feeling of your nails on his skin, he wo’t admit it but he adores when you leave scratch marka on him after he’s fucked you silly.

He takes your hand in his and leaves a gentle kiss on your knuckles, he intertwines his hand with yours as he slides his dick inside of you. Satoru’s jaw drops a bit at the way you squeeze him.

You throw your head back and let out a moan as he continues pushing himself inside of you, he takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

“Oh princess you’re so fucking tight. He drops his head down so that his forehead is pressed against yours, pull him down closer and wrap your legs around his waist.

“You feel so good.” You say against his lips, head falling back onto the seat when the tip of his dick damn near hits your cervix.

Satoru grabs your thighs in his hands and pushes them up towards your stomach, basically folding you in half like a sheet of paper. He quickens the pace of his hips while he holds your legs in place.

“Shit!” He groans in pleasure, never wanting the feeling of your tight pussy around his thick dick to end.

You feel your first orgasm of the night pooling in your lower belly, you gasp as his dick reaches deeper inside of your cunt, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. The car was filled with moans and wet slapping from him slamming his hips against yours.

“I-I need to come. Please let me come Satoru.” You desperately beg, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rolls his hips.

“Come for me sweetheart, let it go for me baby.” He drops his head down and sucks on the skin on your neck.

You drag your nails down his back as you come on his dick, he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and lets out a moan when your cunt spasms around his dick.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so good.” He whispers in your ear, gently biting the lobe.

His hips never stop moving against yours and you feel tears well up in your eyes at the overstimulation.

Satoru looks down at you and smiles in satisfaction, the sight of you crying because of his dick causes him to sink deeper inside of you, you let out a scream as he pulls another orgasm from you.

“Fuck yeah baby girl, that’s it. You’re making such a fucking mess right now.” He pulls out of you, causing you to whine at the emptiness.

He flips you over so that you’re on your hands and knees and slides back into you with ease. You fall forward in the seat and arch your back at how full he makes you feel.

“Oh god!” You grit your teeth as he eagerly thrust inside of you, not giving your body a chance to keep up.

“This what you needed baby? You just needed some dick to make you forget about those stupid tests?” He asks, smiling at the way you whimper in response.

His hands make way to your ass and he slaps the skin with one of his hands, biting his lip at the way it moves each time his hips meet yours.

You gasp at the sting from his large hand slapping your ass, your hips subconsciously move back against his and you feel your climax building up for the third time. This time it felt more intense and almost like you had to pee.

“Satoru, y-you have to stop. I-I’m gonna pee!” You reached behind you to try and stop him.

He chuckled and grabbed your arm in return, pressing it against your back. He held your arm and used that to help him fuck into you.

“N-no baby you’re not. F-fuck! Trust me, you’ll be fine.” He grits his teeth and continues to move his hips, refusing to come before you no matter what his body says.

You can’t control yourself as your final orgasm washes over you, you close your eyes shut and see pure white. You come all over Satoru, from his abdomen down to his thighs and even on his seats.

“Shit! I’m gonna come princess, fuck you take me so well.” He throws his head back and presses himself deep inside of you.

He lets out a high pitched whine as he shoots ropes of his come inside of your spasming pussy. He watches his dick twitch as it empties inside of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He pulls out of you and flips you so you’re on your back.

He refrains from laughing at the sight of you already dozing off to sleep. He gently pats your cheek and you sleepily open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you still worried about that test?” He asks and you shake your head no while letting out a yawn.

“Good, as nice as this is though, we should get dressed so we don’t get arrested.” He says half jokingly and you sit up slowly.

“I need something to clean up with.” You mumble shyly as you feel his come try to fall out.

“Oh no we don't, we're not that far from my house. If you hold it in I’ll make sure to go easy on you when we get there.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before giving you your panties back. No matter how much this man pisses you off, he’s always great when you need a break from reality.

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-Ari

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froggy-demon · 3 months

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Oh, Deer - Part One

A/N: This is going to be a looooooong fic, slow burn AlastorxOC, this is just what I have so far. I haven’t liked how OOC Alastor has been written, so hopefully you enjoy :) Part one has one trigger warning: drugs + date r@pe drugs.

Fic Summary Part One: Lilly meets Angel Dust and after a few close encounters is recruited by him to move into the Hazbin Hotel.

Part Two

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“LILLY!” My head snapped around at the sound of Velvette’s voice calling my name from across the studio. I flashed a “sorry” look to the background actor I was attempting to get the measurements of and went to Velvette’s side.

“Yes Ma’am?” I asked, standing stiffly, anticipating whatever she needed done that would be too boring or annoying for her to do herself.

“I need that fucking idiot off of my set. Now.” She hissed, jabbing a finger out at the offending party. There was only one person Velvette let boil her blood like that, and I didn’t want to deal with them either.

“Yes Ma’am.”

She mumbled to herself, something about cry babies and professionalism and staying the hell away from her as she stomped off to yell at another assistant. I turned my head to fully size up the situation, across the large expanse of the studio sat Valentino on an over stuffed couch with a hand gripping the upper arm of a studio aid who looked like he did not want to be there. Valentino always has a knack for running anything that isn’t his production off course. I held my clip board a little tighter as I made my way over to him. It was always odd to deal with Valentino, if he is causing big disruptions Velvette will call in the big guns, Vox, but for minor disturbances she seems to have no problem making me try to deal with it. Valentino being bored and taking that out on our crew did not qualify as a Vox problem. The clicking of my kitten heals against the floor stopped as I found myself standing in front of Valentino now, though he had not looked up from his hostage. The studio aid had a nervous smile on as Valentino had not let up his grip on the demon at all and as ranting on about ‘loyalty’ and ‘being respectful’. As intimidating as an angry overlord may be, I am far more scared of an angry Velvette than Valentino.

“Mr. Valentino, may I steal back my aid? I’m afraid he is imminently needed on set.” I said coolly, it’s best to not give him any emotion he can twist just to get a rise out of you.

“But then who will keep me company? Plus we are having such a good of a time, get someone else to do his job!” Valentino snarled, looking up at me over his sunglasses.

“Allow me to double check sir.” I replied, rolling my eyes mentally. I made a show of looking at my clip board, tapping my fingers on it, flipping between pages and then sighed. “Mr. Valentino, sir, I’m so sorry it would appear that no one else can cover for him. Maybe I can find someone else to keep you company.” He gave a dramatic sigh and released the poor sinner who quickly got up and scurried away.

“You can keep me company then since you’re clearly not busy today.” He said as he lit a cigarette and flashed me a toothy smile. Right, not busy, sure. I smoothed out my skirt a little, I knew I didn’t want much alone time with Valentino, but I also still needed to actually get him out of the studio and preferably with something to keep him out.

“Ms. Velvette has asked me to escort you to your suite, or studio” Or anywhere, but here. I stated plainly, he frowned.

“So that bitch just sent you to get rid of me? Fuck her! I can do whatever I want, I can go wherever I want, she cannot tell me what to do!” Valentino jumped to his feet and picked a vase up off the table and before I could protest, threw it at the wall in frustration. Standing he was more menacing, it felt as though he was nearly double my height now. He adjusted his large fur coat as he took some deep breaths, if I wasn’t obligated to follow the instructions given to me I would have been anywhere but here at this point. I did not want to be the next assistant he quite literally tore into to vent his anger with Velvette. Despite my anxiety, I stayed poised.

“And, Sir, where is it that you would like to go?” I ask keeping my tone level. Instead of replying he starts furiously texting on his phone. Satan help the soul in the other end. After a few moments he seemed to give up the texting route as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He looked back at me now and I attempted to not make eye contact, but also not look like I was trying to not make eye contact.

“My suite. He should be there soon.” Valentino huffed and I nodded in response, allowing him to lead the way to an elevator that would presumably take us there. He looked back at me and as we reached the elevator placed a hand on the small of my back, a shiver ran up my spine.

“You know Doll, I know you work for Velvette and everything, but this goody-two-shows, all-serious-business thing you have going on is quite…” he took a drag of his cigarette and then blew the smoke into my face. “...Profitable, if you’re ever looking to be bought out.” He flashed me another wide grin, like it was some great opportunity he was offering me to be a porn star instead of a wardrobe assistant.

“I believe this is your floor, Sir.” I responded, avoiding the topic altogether as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened straight to Valentino’s suite, it was massive as well of course, but laying on the largest couch in the room was a white spider demon who looked up at Valentino though his eyelashes and flashed a cheesy smile.

“I didn’t realize you were bringing company, Val.” he teased and sat up. Valentino seemed very pleased to see him and strides across the room to meet him.

“I was just ensuring Mr. Valentino got where he was going.” I turned to Valentino a bit, though he could no longer care less that I was here. “Thank you, Sir.” I added and stepped back into the elevator to return to work as moans start to fill the room. As soon as the elevator is back to Velvette’s studio I saw her with a line of models in front of her as she tore apart everything wrong with their hair, makeup, and outfits. Without casting a look my way she calls out, “LILLY! It’s about damn time, fucking hell!” And began listing off all of the things she had thought to tell me to do in the last 15 minutes. And so the day dragged on and on and on.

By the end of my day I am exhausted and I have the choice between going back to my shitty apartment with my roommate who I honestly think is trying to poison me, or go out and drink that worry away. While my feet are tired of these shoes and I know my hair has seen better days, I’ll take alcohol poisoning over regular poisoning any day. I let my hair down and walk myself to a near by bar that I like, they have the best espresso martini on this side of hell by far. I sit at the bar and order exactly that when I catch a familiar shape out of the corner of my eye, it’s that spider demon that was with Val, small ring of hell I guess. He is sat laughing with a group of demons, I don’t give them much thought though because I hear a friendly voice come up behind me.

“Lilly, sweetheart, fancy seeing you here!” I swiveled around to be face to face with a long time friend, Cherri. She flashed that trademark smile and I knew she was hatching some kind of an idea.

“Hey Cherri, didn’t expect to see you over on this side of hell, you usually prefer to kick it over in Pentagram City, what brings you out?” I offer her the seat next to me and she hops up crossing one leg over the other. She quickly flags the bartender and orders a double shot of tequila.

“Oh just dropping in on an old mate of mine, have I ever introduced you two? You know HE knows how to party with me, maybe you could learn a thing or two Little Miss Lightweight!” She jokingly elbowed me in the side and I smiled and swatted her away. Cherri threw back her shot and ordered two more doubles, sliding one over to me “Join us?” Cherri got this glint in her eye and I knew that she had made up her mind: I was joining them.

“You know I can’t keep up with you, not after dealing with Velvette all day and god the tantrum Valentino threw today-“ Cherri grabbed my shoulder and for a moment gave me a very serious sober look, she glanced around and then looked me in the eye again and very carefully told me, “look, absolutely no Valentino talk tonight, okay?” I nodded yes, a little taken aback. Cherri had never stopped me from ranting about work before, but I trust her judgment if it’s that serious. I downed my shot and grabbed my martini, Cherri already have three more doubles in her hands as she hopped down and sauntered over to the exact demon I had noticed a few minutes ago. I suppressed a smile, they looked like they went together. Cherri shooed away the demons at the table with him and he quirked an eyebrow up at me.

“Aye, haven’t I seen you recently?” He asked as I slid in the booth next to Cherri, she passed out the shots.

“Angie, this is Lilly. Lills, this is Angle Dust.” Cherri introduced us and Angel stuck out a free hand to shake mine which I accepted. I don’t love mixing work and fun. I don’t know about having a night out with someone else who works for the Vs…but if Cherri knows him he can’t be too bad, right?

“I believe, we briefly met this afternoon, but let’s leave the work stuff at work.” I said and gave a small smile, taking my next shot.

“I cannot agree more!” Angel said and Cherri laughed. She pulled out 3 small bags with a couple of pills each and held them up for Angel.

“I hope you don’t think we’re just taking shots all night!” She sang giving one to each of us.

“You know,” Angel said, popping it in his mouth and washing it down with his tequila, “Val said you were a tight ass, what the fuck does he know!” Angle and Cherri laughed and I sipped my martini as the music playing blared in the background, seemingly getting louder. Tonight might actually not suck.

And then I woke up.

I rubbed my eyes awake, trying to take stock of myself and my surroundings, and retracing my steps. Cherri is next to me in bed, okay that’s a start. Is it my bed? Yes. Okay even better. Angel was nowhere to be seen though. Do I remember him leaving? Hell I don’t even remember leaving the bar myself. But I don’t feel horrific so, things could be worse. What time is it? 6am, perfect just in time for work, ugh.

“Cherri-berry, I have to go to work,” I gently shook her to wake her up, brushing the hair out of her face. “I have to get dressed, if my roommate offers you ANYTHING do not take it, it is poison.” She groans to confirm she heard me and I set off to get my ass out the door on time. I rip off yesterday’s outfit and replace it with a black sleeveless dress with a high slit, run a brush through my hair, brush my teeth and gently shoo a groggy Cherri out the door while refusing the coffee being offered by my roommate.

It felt like I had been through this day at work a million times. Sometimes all the little problems in productions and costuming just run together, it becomes mind numbing to distinguish between 666 News, whatever newest sitcom we’re running, daytime talk shows, and whatever trash Vox is pushing to melt the brains of sinners. While trying to track down the extra mannequins needed for the next lineup I was pleasantly surprised to see a white tuff of hair attached to some very long legs rounding the corner down the hall ahead of me, maybe he had a better idea of how last night went, or I could at least say it was nice to properly meet him while it’s just the two of us.

“Angel Dust!” I called out and walked a little faster to catch up to him. “Hello! I just wanted to say-“ I stopped as soon as I rounded the corner, Angel wasn’t alone, Valentino was with him. Val had one arm wrapped around Angel’s shoulders and I think Valentino is one of the few demons that can manage to make Angle actually look small. They had stopped walking, Angle was still staring a head, unmoving, but Valentino was looking at me with an anger I couldn’t explain. A shiver run down my back and I found myself standing very still, I tried to remember not to show emotion, but it’s different when you’re caught by surprise. I didn’t want to be the first one to speak, but I also knew I shouldn’t leave until the silence was broken.

“Aw c’mon Val, she must be a fan of mine.” He turned around and gave me that same toothy grin as yesterday with a hand on his hip and another twirling a stand of hair. “Tell me, Doll, what’s your favorite video of mine?” He teased. Val did not seem pleased yet though.

“Aren’t you that bitch from yesterday? Unless you changed your mind about working for me, fuck off.” He growled, and Angel gave me a look that said that’s the best out I’m going to get.

“Yes Sir, thank you.” I said with a slightly bowed head, I nodded to Angel and promptly turned around to find my way to anywhere but here. Note to self, try not to make an overlord your enemy. I trekked on to find my mannequins for Velvette and got on with my day.

I wanted to go home and curl up in bed, but if I did that I would only think about how utterly stupid I had been today with Angel and Valentino. Not only could I barely keep my cool, it was ridiculous to even try to say hi to Angel at work in the first place. Nope, I did not want to wallow in my own self pity and hatred at home all night. So I went out, hoping to find some club to lazily move though and let someone buy me one too many drinks until all the sudden it’s tomorrow and I can repeat the whole damn cycle again. I walked a few blocks before I finally found somewhere that looked right, Nightmare Nightclub, and once I was in I made my way up to the bar. I tried to flag the bartender, but she was quite busy.

“You have such lovely hair, has anyone ever told you that?” I felt an arm snake around my waist as he said it, but I didn’t know that voice. I turned my head to see whoever this stranger is and was met with the sight of a red hell-borne with blue horns just a few inches longer than his hair, and a wide smirk. He wasn’t bad looking, but the night was juuust starting.

“Y’know I don’t think they have,” I spun around in place so I was at least facing him as he held onto me. “You can tell me just what else looks lovely on me if you can get the bartender to put a drink in my hand.” I smiled and he seemed eager to take on the challenge, puffing up his chest and going to get the bartender’s attention. While he’s busy I scan the room, it’s mostly dance floor that’s hard to see too much though with the mass of people mixing with the low and colorful lights, then booths lining the wall for any interested in a less public place to talk. If it wasn’t proving so hard to get a drink myself I might have walked off in that moment, but I needed something to distract myself.

“You didn’t say what to get so I figured we’d start off with something quick, a whiskey neat for the lady, and for me” he chuckled as he handed one of of the glasses, not my drink of choice, but that’s what I get I suppose. I knocked it back and set the glass back down on the bar just a step away.

“Thank you, that’s the least horrible tasting whiskey I’ve ever had!” I smiled a little at my own joke as he drank his and set down his own glass. The demon placed his hands on my hips from behind me, I became suddenly aware of the sharp nails at the end of fingers, more like claws than hands.

“Why don’t you join me at our booth? I know some people who I think would like meeting you.” He said into my ear. Normally I’m more hesitant, but I let him walk me over to a booth far from the entrance and the dance floor, but at least it was a little quieter over here. When we got there there were 4 other similar looking demon men sitting there. “Gentlemen I’ve found a lady willing to keep us company, don’t scare her away.” He teased his friends as we sat down, one of them motioned to a passing waitress and she nodded, assumingely for drinks. “I’m so rude though, what was your name?” he asked me as the other man beside me put his arm over my shoulders and the original demon’s arm found its way back to my waist.

“Lillian, but please, I prefer Lilly, and you?” I asked him and then glanced at the others around the table. The waitress brought over a tray of drinks and some shots for the table and began setting them down.

“Sebastian, these are just my friends that I’m out with tonight.” He slid a cocktail in front of me, “Another drink? Maybe this one will be a bit better than ‘least horrible’." He watched me try my drink and admittedly it was pretty good, some fruity mix. "Let me know when you want another, you're drinking on me tonight sweet stuff." That, I don't mind. He sipped his whiskey and began to fiddle with the hem of the slit on my dress.

I knew his game, get a couple drinks in me and then ditch his buddies so we can sneak off somewhere, that was also my game tonight. Still it's early, I should pace myself this drink must be pretty strong because I felt a little lightheaded already. I realized I needed to know how to make small talk, neither in life nor afterlife has that been my strong suit. "So, Sebastian, when you aren't buying overpriced drinks for girls what are you up to?" I teased, drinking some more.

He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe not everyone wants to talk about their job, or they don't have one to talk about. "Oh nothing too fun, I'd rather hear about you, I think this lot is tired of hearing me bitch about all the stupid fucks at work." He said earning a couple of laughs from the other demons. I glanced around the table and Sebastian pressed his claws into my side a little, not enough to hurt, but enough to say we wanted a response. He scooted my drink closer to me again, encouraging more. I finished what was left of my drink and more was ordered.

"I don't have time to get up to anything very interesting. I work for 666 News and the rest of the TV studio in wardrobe, or really as a task rabbit for whatever Velvette tells me to do." I say and the waitress brings over another round. Sebastian drums his fingers on me and flashes me another smile. There was a bit of ringing in my ears, maybe the music was too loud for me, but it felt far away.

"Well there are worst way to spend your days here I suppose, they haven't killed you yet so you can't be too shit at the job either!" He says and grabs my second drink from the demon with his arm over my shoulder and gives it to me. "You out here all alone tonight?"

I had to give it to him he was at least charming, scary, but charming. "Well-" I took a sip of my drink, but watched as Sebastian’s face fell into a scowl as he looked out of the booth before I could finish answer. My eyes went to meet what he was looking at, but my ears found it first.

“There you are tuts! You promised to let me know if you were running off!” It was Angel, but why was Angel here? He looked at the demon with his arm firmly holding my waist, his eyes lacked their usual carefree spirit. “We were just headed out.” Angle Dust reached across the table to grab my wrist, but the two demons had a better grip on me and I was beginning to feel dizzy between my head and the lights.

I blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of the situation.“Angel, yeah, we wanted some air. I want some air.” I looked back down at my drink and Angel slid it away from me with another arm. He leaned in close to Sebastian and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Sebastian begrudgingly released his grip on me and after a look his colleague did the same and Angel practically yanked me out of the booth. He kept one pair of hands on my shoulders leading me to the door and used the other set to keep people out of our way.

“You got some self destructive tendencies babe I can tell yah that.” He chirped. I still didn’t feel any better than I had sitting down inside.

“What can I say, I’m here for a reason.” But I felt far away, and really I was glad Angel was there. We made it outside and I think it is the only time I have been happy to breathe in the ‘fresh’ hell air.

“Listen I may not know you well, or really even at all, but” he looked away from me, fiddling with his gloves a little. “you gotta be careful going out like that. I’ve seen that scenario play out a hundred times and let me tell yah, 5:1 is not a good ratio. I’ve seen that video babe, hell I’ve made that video. I wouldn’t recommend it.” Angel had one hand on my shoulder and I suddenly felt my face get warm with embarrassment and shame, but I could focus on his words less and less. “You gotta be aware, that guy he-“

I'm starting to think he put something in my drink.

I remember being outside and the club had been so hot that the regular air almost stung my skin like the cold. I remember standing up trying to listen to Angel, god he was saying something important too I really wanted to listen. And I remember that feeling of falling, like when you nearly fall asleep and your brain goes into free fall mode. For a second there isn’t really an up or down or left and right, just the air you’re moving through. Luckily I don’t actually remember hitting the ground, judging by my headache though I’d guess it was pretty hard.

I open my eyes, but this time I’m not back in my room. Is this Angel’s place? It’s…nicer than I imagined. And bigger? I sit up from the couch that I’d been laid on, holding my head with one hand. Hopefully I only bumped the back of my head, Velvette would be pissed if I scratched up my face. Looking around the room, I’m in a library maybe more so a study. It’s me, the couch, a warm fireplace and whole walls of books. Interesting, Angel didn’t strike me as much of a reader. I swing my legs over the side of the couch getting ready to stand up, but my whole body begs me to stay down. I groan as my feet meet the cool floor.

“Did I hear signs of life?” Thank goodness, Angel. He walked in and leaned down towards me, grabbing my face to make sure I looked alright. I grunted when he lifted my head back and he sighed. “Well you look alright, but you sound like you don’t feel great, huh?” He had this little ‘I-Told-You-So’ look and to be fair he was right.

“Goodmorning to you too.” I pushed him back and stood up, stretching out the aches on my arms. “Is this your place?” I ask him rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He looks back to the open doorway and then closes the door, as if someone is listening.

“Yes, and no, mostly no, but I live here!” He said excitedly. He sat me back down and paced in front of me. “So the hotel you see, which we’re in, let’s you stay for free so long as you are ‘working towards redemption’ or whatever!” He explained, using air quotes. Yeah that sounds too good to be true to me. I may be fresh, but it’s not my first day in hell.

“Yeah and which overlord sold you THAT bullshit?” I crossed my arms, skeptical. Angel furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“No overlord, it’s run by Charlie Morningstar, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of her. She’s just the Princess of Hell!” That caught my attention. What does the princess care though? “She might be the only actually nice person in all of hell. The rest of the staff is slightly more rough, but not bad.” He sounded like he was building up to something, but how much bigger does ‘You crashed at the Princess of Hell’s place’ does it get?

“Well I’m glad you’ve got a cool situation going with them, and thank you for looking out for me. You didn’t have to do that, especially since I pissed off Valentino.” Angel looked away from me at that, staring into the fire for a moment.

“It’s no big deal.” He turned back to me with a wide smile. “My point was though, I was completely under Val’s thumb ‘til I moved in here. You seem to me to be under someone’s thumb too, I’m sure they’d be happy to have yah if you wanted to stay here.” He seemed surprisingly earnest. I mean I pay practically every penny I make to live in a rat infested apartment with someone who I’m pretty sure is trying to kill me, so at worst someone tries to kill me for free right?

“I don’t know maybe-“

“DID I HEAR A YES?!!” The door flung open and a very smiley blonde stood in the middle, sporting a deep red suit, squealing with excitement. To the side was another demon with long grey hair, missing an eye, but she was focused on the blonde more so than me.

Angel huffed and tried to shoo the two girls away “NO you did not, you are going to freak her out and scare her away, fuck off!” The Blonde bypassed him and strutted up to me on the couch and held out a hand for me to shake.

“Pleased to meet you! I’m Charlie! This is my hotel, oh and that’s Vaggie, and you know Angel, and I’ll introduce you to everyone else in a moment, and I can give you the full tour, and we’ll find you a room! I’m so excited!” She grabbed my hands, positively giddy. Can you say no to the Princess of Hell? Would Lucifer swoop in and exterminate me himself? I glanced at the annoyed looking Angel who was staring down Charlie and I smiled.

“I’d love that, thank you.” I replied and she pulled me in for a bear hug, not my thing. She stood back up and smoothed out her suit and I stood too. The other girl, Vaggie it would seem, stepped further into the room and smiled, though it did not seem to come as naturally to her as it did Charlie. I forced myself to stand up and tried to smooth out my hair.

“We’re happy to have you, Angel said it’s Lilly right?” Vaggie asked and held Charlie’s free hand as Charlie had linked our arms.

“Yes, I’m…happy to be here.” Angel gave me four thumbs up and Charlie lead us out of the room. She excitedly explained her plan, to teach sinners how to be better and get them to heaven in order to avoid extermination by ascending instead. We reached the foyer which lead to most of the main level rooms, and where it looked like she had gathered the rest of the hotel staff.

“Lilly this is Niffty, our maid-“

“Reporting for duty!” And then she flung a dagger at a nearby roach with a menacing laugh.

“Husk, the bartender-“

“Nice to meet you.” He did not look up from the glass he was cleaning and inspecting, but it was more than nothing.

“And, uh-“

I felt a hand land on my shoulder and heard someone clear their throat directly behind me. “I’m Alastor, charmed to meet you!” His voice sounded like it came from somewhere entirely detached from his body, as if it was being filtered in some way. I flinched at the surprise contact and looked up at the demon responsible.

He had the widest toothy grin I’d ever seen, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, they carried a sinister look that felt like he was seeing every weak point of mine in that moment. His suit was similar to Charlie’s, though more refined. Really her suit was a less nice version of his. He took a step away, removing his hand and stood by Charlie’s side, smile never faltering. I knew that name, that voice was familiar, why can’t I place it?

“-The Hotel’s manager!”

“Alastor is an overlord," Angel whispered in my ear "but he just got back from being missing, I can’t figure out his deal, but I thiink I’m wearing tall dark and handsome there down.” Angel threw a wink to Alastor. Of course, that voice. Who could forget his broadcasts, not that long ago it felt like. I can’t believe here he is just standing here, playing with the Princess of Hell. What the fuck is this place?

“Please to meet you all, I’m Lilly, thank you for letting me stay here.” I said keeping my even tone that I usually save for work. I don’t want to come off cold, but also I also can’t immediately be a target here. I mumbled chorus of ‘Hello’ and ‘whatever’ comes from the staff.

“Okay babe, I think she gets the idea, let’s try not to overwhelm new guests.” Vaggie says to Charlie, giving her hand a squeeze. Charlie gives her a soft smile and then turns back to me.

“Ooookayyy! You are welcome to find a room that can be yours and explore the place. If you get lost we are never too far away!” Charlie said and then Vaggie and her set off back to whatever they had been doing before I woke up. Husk sighed in relief and went back to straightening his bar, pouring himself a drink. Niffty scurried off presumably to stab more bugs. I turned to Angel, who I guess at this point is my new friend, and he seemed to know what I was thinking.

“Yes there is a super fucking cute room across the hall from mine that you should take, I’ll show you the way!” Angel lead me up the grand staircase and we made our way up to the 6th floor.

It was a lot to take in. Getting roofied, and now I live in Rainbow Hotel with Princess Sparkles and an incredibly murderous deer demon? Cool, that’s totally normal.

“Angel, can I ask-“ I paused to wait for his confirmation. “-should I never say hello if I see you at work? Valentino seems particularly.. territorial over you. And frankly he is fucking intimidating as shit on his best days.” I look at my feet as we walk down the hall and Angel doesn’t respond for a moment.

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid, but Val has a short temper so I tend to avoid it the best I can. That’s probably the only fucking thing that would make him happy, if he was the only demon in all of hell who got to talk to me.” Angel was pissed off, and he had every right to be. He took a couple deep breathes and smoothed his hair. “So that should work, don’t worry though, babe, that’s just work. Here are our rooms!” Angel beamed with pride at his bedroom door, it was decorated though mostly it looked like with notes from Charlie. He walked over to a blank door just a step across the hall for his long legs. “This one is yours!”

We walked in and it was more than my apartment was that’s for sure. Nothing fancy, a bed with white duvet and pillows, a dresser, and a desk with a lamp, but it was still more than enough. For the first time since arriving in hell I almost actually felt lucky. “Oh it’s perfect! This bed is twice the size of mine back home!” I flopped onto the bed and dust rose up around me, causing a coughing fit. “Okay maybe it needs a clean before it’s perfect perfect.” We both laughed and he walked towards the door.

“Try to get some more sleep tonight, we’ll worry about how shit it looks tomorrow!” And he went back to his room across the hall. I tried to lay down, but my mind was racing and even though I knew I was alone it felt like I was being watched by an unseen party. I huffed and dragged myself back downstairs, to the bar, what are the odds Husk is still there? If he isn’t is it totally against the rules to get a drink myself? Luckily he was there and he rolled his eyes when he saw me.

“Haven’t you had enough tonight, given you were literally drugged just a few hours ago?” He asked dryly, folding his arms over his chest. I sat down on a barstool in front of him and waved off his question.

“Oh please, I had one little sip that just put my out of it for a little bit. I’m fine now and looking for something to occupy my mind. Can I please have a drink, Sir?” I smiled unconvincingly, batting my eyelashes at him sarcastically.

“Ah whatever.” he huffed and began mixing something up for me. I kicked my feet a little in the air as I waited. Why does he work here anyway? Clearly he doesn’t seem to like it. Husk sat the drink in front of me on the bar and I happily took a sip, admittedly this mystery concoction was pretty good. “Anything else you need from me tonight?”

“Hmm, a vodka double shot to-go should have me set for the night.” He grabbed a second glass and poured exactly that for me. I traced the rim of my glass with one finger and decided to ask one last thing. “Hey I know it’s my first night and all, but…do you ever get the feeling someone is watching you around here?”

Husk looked side to side and then nodded “it’s because you are. Alastor, he can move through shadows. He could be watching and listening from any dark spot here.” Then he raised his voice just a little. “Which is why I only say the mean things about you in my head!” Clearly directed to an eavesdropping Alastor.

A chuckle came from the corner and out stepped the Radio Demon himself and his grand smile. “So you caught me! It’s always good to know who exactly you’re getting into bed with y’know! Or in this case in a hotel with!” He quipped, leaning on his cane. Husk wasn't kidding. Of all the rumors and stories I've heard about the Radio Demon shadow walking was not one of them, you would think that would be good to know.

“Well, Mr. Alastor, Sir, do you mind at least leaving me be while I try to sleep in my own room?” I asked allowing a hint of sarcasm to drip into my voice, making him laugh. He walked over to me and leaned down slightly so we were eye level.

“I’m afraid I am not in the business of making promises that I cannot keep my dear!” He sounded cheerful still but I knew he was dead serious. “Also, ‘Mr. Alastor’ is so formal, we’re all friends here! Please, just call me Alastor, but you can keep the ‘Sir’ if you really want.” Husk rolled his eyes at the ‘all friends’ part, but I am still not going out of my way to anger an overlord, even one who did drop off the map for seven years.

“Oh, of course, yes, Sir. Just Alastor it is then.” I replied with a smile. I finished my cocktail and picked up my double shot, hopping down from my seat which put some needed space between me and Alastor. “Thanks for the company, but I think I should try to get a couple more hours of sleep tonight. I attempted to turn and walk away but Alastor appeared directly in front of me, blocking my path.

“It might be best if I escort you up to your room, wouldn’t want you getting lost or anything happening to our new guest on your way there!” Alastor insisted, looking me in the eye. This wasn’t a request. I suppose it is natural he would feel a little protective of the hotel if he really does care about this, I’m some stranger who is moving in I wouldn’t trust me either.

“Of course.” I say. He turns around and starts leading the way, humming to himself. We walk in silence to the elevator, the exhaustion of the night starts to set in and my headache comes back, I drink my to-go booze hoping to hell it will help. Once we’re in the elevator I lean against the wall a bit, Alastor raises an eyebrow at me.

“Tired now are we? Not sure that liqueur is helping any.” He chuckled, eying me. I pushed myself up off the wall and stood up straight, smoothing out my dress.

“It’s been a long day, and an even longer night. I’m very much looking forward to a couple hours of actual rest.” I responded, watching the numbers tick up to the sixth floor.

“Very well, sleep tight.” He told me with a gentle push to the opening elevator doors. I looked back into the elevator, but he was gone into the shadows. I just went to my room, tried to floof off as much dust as possible from the bed and got a good few hours of sleep, it felt like the first time in a hundred years I had gotten proper sleep.

part two

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Two truths & a lie

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader.

Post summary | A drunken game of truth or dare between the older gang, ends up with you sitting on Eddie's lap and neither of you can tell if it's the drinks or the feeling of each other that leads to bad decisions. Just your classic teenage antics.

What to expect | Fluff, heavy make out, fingering, F oral.

Post Warnings | Mentions of drug use, underage drinking & swearing.

Word count | 5.4 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | Been having a little writers block - so hopefully this was still good - but I'm on days off from my job finally so I'm hoping I can 'reset' & get a few pieces out during the week!

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“Be nice.” We all thundered down the stairs of Steve’s house in a single file as the doorbell rang again incessantly. I pegged a piece of popcorn at the back of his perfectly sprayed hair as Robin yelled ‘good shot’.

“I am nice Steve.” I sneered, hanging back to lean against the banister as he turned to me with the same expression, his hand wrapped around the brass door handle as he waited for me to behave myself.

“Yeah well, can you tell your face that?” I sighed and flashed him an irritated glare, setting an uncomfortable smile on my face that felt more like a grimace, as he stared at me impatiently.

“I don’t even know why you invited him, he’s the town freak AND an acquitted murderer.”

“We told you y/n, he was framed by Jason Carver. And a lot’s happened since you left, Eddie’s our friend now… and he doesn’t really hang out with his other friends since he finally graduated.” Nancy’s short curly hair shook as she jumped the last three steps, stumbling into Steve’s back as Jonathan stared with jealously, she spun back with an annoying know-it-all look on her face towards me as she blushed, refusing to meet the eyes of either of her ex-boyfriends.

1983, the year my father Jim Hopper caught me ditching school to smoke drugs, shipping me off to live with my emotionally absent mother just before our sophomore year started.

Also apparently, the year that the small, boring town of Hawkins suddenly became exciting.

Coming back to my childhood best friend Nancy wheeler, and my usual party buddy Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington – funnily enough the main reason I got kicked out of Hawkins in the first place – being friends with band geeks, social outcasts and freaks, had thrown me for a loop.

Steve had been unusually offhand about it, saying that a lot had happened since I’d been gone and that ‘you really had to be there to understand it.’ I wasn’t interested enough to push him for more details, and once the weed had come out, it had lost my focus entirely.

I didn’t really care about Eddie Munson crashing our games night, I was just in a bad mood because my last sesh had been two days ago, Steve had really struggled to keep up with the tolerance I’d built up from living in New York and hanging around with questionable characters, but I’d had no problem smashing the entirety of his stash in a matter of days as I crashed at his place.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as Steve pointed a silent finger in my direction, twisting the doorknob behind his back and spinning around to welcome the new guest with his arms wide open, a fake smile plastered on his face as he turned away from me.

I was confused for a hot second as everyone greeted the stranger as Eddie, the six foot, leaned muscled and long, curly dark-haired man leaning against the door frame, dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it right there on the front porch.

“Awh man c’mon, y’know my mom’s gonna kill me.” Steve whined, pointing at the black mark his sneakers exposed as he stepped inside, running his hands back through his hair in frustration.

“Keep your pants on Harrington, it’s a party isn’t it?” He held up a pack of beers as he twisted one of the cans away from the plastic and shoved it against his chest, the drink leaving wet splotches against the grey material of his shirt as Steve took it from Eddies grasp.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as his big, dark ones darted around the warm room, briefly flickering over me as he took a double, confused look back at me. My thoughts muddled together as I tried to piece the image of the rounded, baby faced, buzz cut eleven-year-old I’d gone to middle school with, with the unfamiliar, grown man in front of me. But the group had said Eddie Munson was joining us, and I didn’t see a reason for them to lie to me about it. Robin noticed his lingering stare on my face as he tried to place me as well.

“This is y/n, Eddie. You remember y/n right? From band?” She held her hands up in a ridiculous move as she mimicked playing a trumpet. I reached down the stairs to push her arms back to her sides, my cheeks flaming as recognition flared in his eyes.

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” Eddie nodded slowly and raised two fingers in a half wave towards me, pressing his lips together awkwardly.

Nancy clapped her hands together after a moment of silence making us all jump.

“We’re set up in the living room.” Jonathan flinched back against the wall, knocking off a family photo of Steve and his parents, all with stiff smiles on their faces, as Nancy brushed past him.

“Sweet, lead the way.” Eddie smirked and playfully shouldered Steve as he followed after Nancy; Robin and I trailing after them as we shared an uneasy look.

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‘Ummm….. Dare!” Robin grinned with a mouth full of potato chips as she leant back on her arms, spreading out across the carpet as she wiggled her feet. We were all seated in a loose circle in the middle of the floor, the expensive, barely used furniture of the living room pressed up against the walls to make more room for us.

“Dare you to shot gun this.” Steve tossed her a beer, it tumbled from her fingers as she clumsily caught it, our cheers echoing around the room as she punctured it with her house keys and tilted her head back to drain the entire can.

I laughed as she belched and wiped her mouth with back of her hand, staring back down into my lap as I rolled a cigarette, bits of tobacco spilling out onto the carpet under my crossed legs. My eyes flickered up across the circle as I felt someone’s gaze on me, I narrowed my brows as I met Eddie’s sullen stare. He watched me and brought his beer to his mouth as I raised the smoke to my lips, holding eye contact as I ran my tongue over the bitter paper to seal the cigarette shut. I smirked as he twitched and ripped his face away from me, turning to Robin next to him as she spoke.

“Nancy!” She jumped a little as we all looked to her expectantly, Jonathan’s face blushed hard as he got cut off mid-sentence.

“Truth or Dare?” Robin grinned cheekily, reaching across the circle to grab another drink from the pile in front of us.

Nancy nervously tightened her hands around the beer she had been nursing, chewing her lip as she considered her choice. She smiled as she watched Robin rock back and forth tipsily.

“I’m going to go with truth.” Jonathan gave her a side glance as Steve’s eyes flashed to her face.

“Okay fine…” Robin tapped her chin. I looked over at Eddie next to her, watching the muscles in his neck flex as he took a swig of his drink, my stomach flipped as I looked up to see his wide, dark eyes staring at me from over the top of his can.

“Who is a better kisser? Jonathan, or Steve?” The latter choked on his drink as Jonathan scratched the back of his neck nervously. Nancy shot a betrayed look at Robin as she shrugged her shoulders innocently.

“Uh Robin, I don’t think-“ Steve wiped his chin from his spilled drink, red blotches appearing under his cheeks as he avoided Nancy’s stare.

“Oh screw that.” I interrupted him, bringing my cigarette to my mouth and leaning forward to pull my lighter from my pocket. “None of that PG rated shit around here, the real question is… Who is better in bed?” I raised my eyebrows and smirked at the shocked look on everyone’s faces, except for Eddie’s. He raised his arm with his drink is his hand in a toast towards me as he smiled with a sort of approving expression.

Steve leant across to rip the smoke from my mouth as I went to light it. “Not in here y/n, God.” He whined.

“Fine.” I snapped, flashing my hand out to grab it back from him. “I’ll smoke outside when Nancy answers the question.”

“Uhhh I don’t think-” Nancy begun, her big eyes dropping to stare at the floor as she stumbled over her words.

“Oh come on, I thought you’d loosen up a bit over the years Nance.” I rolled my eyes, sighing at her fidgetiness.

“Well.” Her eyes flickered over nervously to her most recent ex. “I was Jonathan’s first, and Steve was more experienced so…” Eddie and I burst into loud laughter, as Robin buried her face in her hands and spoke through her fingers, Steve took a sip of his drink, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Ew, I did not need to know that. And he did not need that ego boost.” Robin nodded her head towards Steve, standing up and brushing crumbs off her front.

I stood up with her, my legs tingling from sitting still for too long. “I’m going for a smoke.” I stared at Steve, sticking to my promise.

“I wouldn’t mind one either.” My eyes flicked to his as Eddie stood up, his leather jacket and denim vest rustling as he stretched, I licked my lips as his thin shirt rode up, exposing a pale strip of skin above his belt. He smirked at me as he caught me staring.

“We’ll all go.” Nancy exclaimed as she got caught in a weird three-way stare between those still left sitting on the floor.

“….Kay then.” I laughed and bent down to scoop up a fresh drink, turning to head out the back door towards the patio. I shivered as I felt someone tall hovering closely behind me, the heat radiating off of him sending a dangerous tingle down my spine.

Dammit

Steve was going to give me so much shit if I hooked up with the guy I’d spent the better part of an afternoon complaining about.

Robin brushed past me as she slammed the bag of drinks onto the glass tabletop. “Careful dipshit, your clumsy ass is going to break something.” Steve waved his hands around angrily as the rest of us pulled out chairs, the clouds of steam misting off the heated pool swirling around us.

Eddie did a quick count with his eyes. “Uh Harrington, got anymore chairs?” He looked around, a spare chair with one of the legs snapped off pushed away against the side of the house.

“Y/n!” Nancy exclaimed, clapping her small hands together as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Truth or Dare?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared me down, the flame from my lighter died as my finger slid off of it.

“Go on then Nance, Dare.” I smirked as her eyes flashed, my smile fading from my face as she spoke.

“Since there aren’t enough chairs, I dare you to sit on Eddie’s lap for the rest of the night.” My face flushed as everyone laughed, unaware of the slight throbbing forming between my legs at the thought of being that close to him.

The others took a seat as Nancy and I stared each other down, her face breaking into a mean smirk as I hesitated. “Scared y/n?”

I looked over at where Eddie was sitting at the end of the table, his legs widening slightly, like he was offering an invitation as he raised his eyebrows at me, a small grin playing around the corner of his lips as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“Of course not.” I snapped, walking around the table to stand next to him, staring daggers at the others as they all laughed lightly. The night air fluttered my short skirt around my thighs, drawing Eddie’s eyes to them.

“May I?” I snarked, nodding my head at him. He slowly ran his glare up and down my body, leaning back further in the chair as he lifted his hips into the air slightly, readjusting himself.

“Be my guest.” The laughing died down around the table as I sighed and sat down, perched on the edge of his lap, leaning most of my weight on my toes. His hands moved to the sides of my thighs, tapping them lightly to get me to look back at him.

“It’s okay, you can relax.” My breathing sped up as his dark eyes glared into mine, smiling kindly as he waited for my answer.

I put my hands on the arms rests of the chair and used them to push myself further back into his lap, so that my feet were lifted off the ground and I could feel the hardness of his chest pushing into me. Eddie’s arm snaked along my side and settled on top of my leg as he leaned to see around me, pulling his lighter from his pocket and bringing it to the cigarette still between my lips.

I mumbled a thanks as I leant forward towards the flame, watching his free hand ball into a fist as I accidently grinded into his lap. My skirt was loose around my waist, so that it was just my underwear separating me from the roughness of his jeans. He wasn’t erect, but I could still feel him pressing up into my clothed slit, his belt buckle pushing into my ass.

And if I could feel him, then I was sure as shit that he could feel me.

Steve’s voice snapped me out of my daze as I ripped my eyes away from Eddie’s.

“Y/n, it’s your turn.” He slid a cold can down the tabletop to my end as I drained the last dregs of my drink.

“I’m over this, let’s play a different game.” I sighed as I crushed the beer can, leaning back further into Eddie’s body as the alcohol blurred my vision a little.

“Like what?” Robin piqued up, kicking her feet up on the table, Steve sighed and pushed her legs back down.

“You guys ever heard of two truths & a lie?” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows seductively.

Blank faces were my answer, the party girl in me groaned at their boringness.

Eddie’s chest grumbled as I leant forward to put my elbows on the table, dragging my ass against his lap. I shot a look at him, but he had his head tilted back, his eyes pressed closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette.

“Basically you say two… outrages… things about yourself that’s true, and one that isn’t. If we guess the lie, you have to take a shot.” Robin stood up from her seat at my words, running back into the house to grab a bottle of whiskey, chanting ‘shots, shots, shots’ as she danced on the spot.

“You go first to show us how it’s done.” She said, spilling brown liquor as she poured it into short glasses grouped messily in front of her.

I tapped my chin as I pretend to think about it, falling back into the crook of Eddie’s arm dramatically as I stared up at him through my lashes, the alcohol running through my body making me comfortable and brave. He smirked down at me in a half disappointing half amused look as I twisted back and forth on top him, swinging my legs. He stared at me with an expression that said he knew, that I knew what I was doing.

I sat up suddenly, squeezing his knees as I arched froward away from him. “Okay…. I can put both ankles behind my head.” Robins eyes popped out of her skull as Steve swung his head back and forth, covering his ears. Eddie chewed on his bottom lip as he fought back a grin.

“I’ve had a threesome… And I’ve never been arrested.” I pressed my mouth together as I tried to keep a straight face, failing as I burst into laughter as Steve yelled out.

“Third one’s a Goddamn lie y/n, because I was in the back seat of your dads cruiser with you the first time we both got arrested.” Nancy smacked him on the shoulder playfully as Robin grinned excitedly. I popped another beer can open as I raised it in their direction.

“And cheers to being the reason I got kicked outta Hawkins, Steve.” He toasted me back as we both downed our drinks. Eddie jostled underneath me as he turned to look at me incredulously.

“Wait, you're Hoppers kid?” He narrowed his brows as he smiled uncertainly at me.

“Uh yeah.” I laughed at the expression on his face. “Wait why do you look so worried?”

“I’m not exactly his favourite person.” He admitted.

“Neither am I.” I pursed my lips, rolling my eyes.

“So you’re not going to care if I smoke this?” He leaned into me to pull a fat joint from his jacket pocket, twisting it around.

“Only if you don’t share.” I cocked my eyebrow, watching a slow smile spread across his face.

“Here you are m’lady.” He held his arm out, angling the joint towards my mouth.

“Uh! I could kiss you Eddie Munson!” A shock of pleasure shot through me as I leant froward across his lap, the cool buckle of his belt pressing up against my clothed clit the further I moved forward.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” He grinned, pulling his hand back.

“Don’t tempt me.” I smacked his chest with the back of my hand lightly, staring over the flame at his serious eyes as he opened his lighter and lit up the joint for me, brushing the corner of my mouth with his rough fingers as he pulled away.

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Under the heady smoke and warm alcohol, my body was charged. The voices of the group sounded far away as they played the game between them, I was lost in the distraction of the mixed drinks, strong weed and the feeling of Eddie’s body beneath me. My high made every slight touch ten times more potent, my skin felt like it was on fire every time I felt Eddie move under me. He spread his legs, making both my thighs that were crossed over them, spread with him. I gasped as the cold air flew up under my skirt, hitting my clothed slit and swirling around the warm wet patch in my panties. I moaned quietly and rolled forward to push my skirt down between my thighs, but that was a mistake. I felt him stiffen as his arms shot out to snake around my middle, his face pressed into my back and his voice low as he mumbled into the fabric of my shirt.

“God, can you please stop that?” His tone was gruff as his arms tightened around me. My face blazed as I felt him harden beneath me, my eyes shooting to our friends around the table, but they were too caught up with themselves to pay attention to us.

“Stop what?” I whispered innocently, grinding forward as I twisted back to look at him, he sat back to stare down at me in his lap, clenching his jaw.

“You fucking know what, you keep pushing your tight ass into my dick and it’s driving me crazy.”

The corners of my mouth turned up as I slowly arched back, dragging my ass across his crotch, his dick pushing up against my clit. I moaned so only he could hear and rolled my head back against his shoulder, pushing my chest out as he swore under his breath.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna make you pay, I don’t care if anyone sees. I’ve already told you. Stop it.” His hot breath tickled my ear, sending an electrified shiver up my spine as I closed my eyes, letting the false confidence from drinking spur me forward.

“What if I don’t want to stop?”

Gripping my wrists, he guided both of my hands to the small of my back, where my fingers brushed the hard planes of his abdomen.

"Wrap your hands around my belt. Don’t move them."

“Is this a mistake?” I whispered fiercely back as a sober thought flashed through my mind, my thin wall of resistance slipping away with each moment his dark eyes sent stabs of wanting fire through me.

Eddie sat forward, leaning close to my ear, he murmured, "I promise you, whatever we are together, it’s not a mistake. It’s too good to be a mistake."

We both jolted as Robin called out my name, breaking us apart as we both leant into each other. “Y/n, it’s your go again.” She snapped pointedly, holding a hand up to Steve’s face as she cut him off, leaving him with a miffed expression.

“Uh okay, I don’t have a criminal record, I’ve never had a boyfriend and –“ Steve voice rang out to cut me off.

“Hang on Robin, you absolutely cannot say –“ I ignored his tangent as I turned back in Eddie’s lap to finish my turn, dropping my voice so the others couldn’t hear.

“And I’m not horny right now.” My voice fell to an almost whisper as I turned my head to look at Eddie behind me, his hips bucking up into me softly, almost like he was doing it unconsciously. I grinned as his eyes fell to my lips, his hard-on pressing up strongly into me, the wetness between my legs grew as the thought that there were only a few very thin pieces of fabric separating us sent a shiver through me. His stare shot back up to meet mine as he registered what I’d said.

“I know that’s a lie as well y/n. Because you’re kinda hot, and I can feel you.” His breathing was heavy as he stared unblinkingly at me, his eyes darkened entirely as his heated gaze sent a shock of fire through me. A drunken giggle burst through my lips when I didn’t understand him.

“You think I’m hot Munson?” I reached up to clasp my hands behind his neck, burrowing down into his lap and blatantly grinding against the hardness in his jeans. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Well yes… but that’s not what I’m talking about.” His eyes travelled down my chest to stare at my skirt pointedly, I gasped as I caught on to what he was saying, embarrassment flooding through me. But Eddie just grinned, resting his palms against my hips. My gaze flickered between his plump red lips and his wide, dark brown doe-eyes as tension zapped in the air between us.

My willpower to hold back, snapped into dust as he ran his large hands over my thighs and up my stomach. “I’m gonna go freshen up, d’ya wanna give me a hand?” the amused expression slid from his face as he leaned forward eagerly, tapping the side of my ass as he moved below me.

I looked back at the table at our friends across from us, Jonathan was leaning into Nancy as he whispered into her ear, her brows narrowed in frustration. Robin and Steve were waving their hands angrily as they got swept up in a heated argument over something stupid. I took his hand in mine as we both stood up from the table, the others not paying us any mind as we slipped past them into the bright house.

I stumbled over the carpet as I towed Eddie towards the bathroom, his hands shot out to my waist to steady me as I fell into a fit of giggles. He towered over me as his fingers pressed into my hip bones, pulling me against him, guiding me over to the small ‘powder room’ next to the bar. We both paused to look back over our shoulders, our friends still drunkenly chatting amongst themselves. I smiled up at his chin nervously as I twisted the metal door handle, pulling him in behind me quickly and snapping the door shut. We were doused in darkness, our laughs way too loud in the silence as my hands fumbled against the wall looking for the light switch.

“Shit where is it?. Ow, Eddie! That was my foot.” As my eyes adjusted to the blackness I watched the outline of him move closer.

“Uhg, forget about it, come ‘ere.” He grumbled, reaching out in the dark to find me. I stretched up to clasp his shoulders as my feet left the ground, Eddie wrapped his strong arms around my middle to lift me onto the bench next to the sink, pushing me back against the mirror and spreading my legs apart. He settled in comfortably between them, locking his lips with mine as the sweet taste of whiskey invaded my brain. His lips were soft and purposeful, moulding with mine perfectly as we both tried to take control. His tongue stroked my bottom lip, begging for access, he moaned as I let him in, twisting my hands in his hair as he bent me further into him. I shuddered as he ran his hands over my body, exploring every crevice and curve with his rough, warm fingers.

His mouth moved from mine to trace patterns along my jaw line, I scooted forward across the bench to press my hips into his, grinding up and down against his hard dick as he lightly nipped at my skin with his teeth. His hands moved to my waist to lift my shirt up, snaking under the thin fabric to caress the soft sink beneath my bra. He moaned my name as I kissed down the side of his neck, sucking at the skin roughly as I wrapped my legs around him, the hard feeling of his contoured body sent a crazed need through me, urging me forward as my hands reached out to touch every inch of him. I shushed him and laughed as he swore under his breath, his lean forearm wrapping around my ass to pull me in closer to him.

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” He groaned, trapping my face in his hands as he crushed his lips to mine. I surrendered into the feeling of him with a moan of my own, melting against his chest as my fingers fell across his shirt to his belt, clumsily trying to undo it. His deft hands smacked mine away, pinning them both behind my back in just one of his, his free hand ran along the length of my bare thigh, tracing soft, slow excruciating patterns along it as he made my way to my sensitive spot. I squirmed underneath him as I throbbed, clenching around nothing as his light fingers danced under my skirt across my clothed slit, he grinned against my face as I huffed in frustration, twisting against his hand as I tried to push myself deeper into it, begging for some kind of release.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.” I didn’t answer him as I whined, pulling my hands free of his grasp and tugging his arm back down between my thighs, arching my back as I pouted my lips at him. He smiled again and kissed me deeply, letting me guide his hand between my puffy lips. He groaned as he slipped a finger under my panties, tracing a line up and down my slit as he felt my wetness, my swollen clit throbbing as he barely flicked his finger over it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” I whimpered and rolled my hips back, so his hand rubbed my sensitive spot, figuring out what I was doing he reached up to my shoulder and pressed me back against the bench so he had a better angle, rubbing his thumb over my clit as I shook under him, my eyes rolling back as sinful sounds tumbled from my mouth. Bright stars burned behind my eyes as he slipped a long finger into me, he shot forward to kiss the moan from my mouth as he stroked his hand inside of me, curling his finger up as I dug my nails into his arm, muttering his name against his face as his pace increased.

The familiar warm, burning sensation of an orgasm knotted in my stomach as he continued to flick his thumb over my budding clit, curling his finger into the soft spot inside of me at the same time. His chest heaved as his breath sped up with mine, wrapping his free hand around my neck to pull my face closer to his. The crashing waves of pleasure sounded in my ears, almost blocking out the pants of ‘you like that’ Eddie was whispering into my ear in-between my moans. My thighs clenched around his waist as I faltered on the brink of the edge, he slipped from my grasp as he pulled away from me suddenly.

My yell of protest was stolen from my lips as he tossed my legs over his shoulders, falling to his knees to bury his face in between my legs. I stumbled forward slightly as the heavenly feeling of his warm tongue lapped at my sensitive clit. I reached down without thinking, tugging at his brown curly waves roughly. I gasped and loosened my grip a little, glancing down to mutter an apology. He pulled back to look at me from between my thighs, my wetness glistening on his chin in the moonlight seeping through the window.

“It’s okay, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

I sighed in content and leant back against the mirror as he licked and sucked at my pussy, wrapping his hands around my ass to bury himself in further, rewarding me with deep strokes of his tongue the louder I moaned his name. A low burning shot through me as he wrapped his arms around my thighs, running his face up and down my slit, pressing his nose against my clit as he pressed his tongue into me. A slight cloud of insecurities reared its head before he trapped my sensitive spot between his teeth softly and pulled, wrenching my thighs apart as I pressed them together tightly to try and writhe away from him. I turned my head into my shoulder to hide my face away as I shook, the ecstatic feeling building up quickly and threatening to spill over. I stumbled and gasped his name I trembled, reaching down to twist my fingers in his hair as I curled over him between my legs.

The doorknob jingled loudly as someone banged on the door, their muted voice wining through the wood. “Who the hell is in here? Pleaseeeeee hurry up! I need to peeeeeee.”

I laughed in frustration against Eddie’s mouth as my orgasm halted and failed, swearing obscenities in my head at Robin as she slumped against the outside of the door, banging her head back against it. We both froze for a second before he stood up, his raging boner pressing into my drenched pussy as I pulled him into me, pressing my lips to his hungrily as the taste of my essence swirled around in my mouth with his tongue.

“You didn’t get to come did you?” He confirmed, swiping his hand over the lower half of his face as he leant towards me. I pressed my lips together as I smiled, shaking my head slightly.

“Almost, though.” I whispered, clenching my legs back around his sides as my throbbing between my thighs slowly died down, the wetness from my cunt dripping down my legs.

Eddie groaned and pushed his forehead into mine. “Do you think she’ll go away if we’re quiet?” He whispered, tracing his hands over my thighs.

We waited a moment before there was a thud and another drowned out ‘pleaseeeeeee’.

“D’ya think your dad will shoot me if I come over to your place?” He laughed; our silent pretence gone as he reached over to flick the light on.

“Doesn’t matter” I shrugged, covering my eyes from the sudden bright light. “I’m not staying there; I’ve been crashing here at Steve’s”

“Even better, I’ve always wanted to try out these silk sheets that Steve’s always raging on about.”

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series. 🌻

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wososage · 9 months

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I don't need a babysitter: USWNT x Reader

Request: hi! i really appreciate your fanfics, they honestly make me super happy and give me something relaxing to do especially with stressful school season. I was hoping you could write something, like “It’s Not a Big Deal: USWNT x Reader” but like the r sneaks out during camp and everyone but especially carli gets worried and angry that r didn’t tell anyone where she was and scolds r and they make r room with carli so they can keep a eye on r?

Word count: 1936

A/N: I changed this a little bit to better fit with the current team.

(Y/N) POV

I ride my board around town just taking in the scenery. It is such a nice day. The sun is out, there is a slight breeze, perfect conditions for riding my board. The only issue is I am not supposed to be boarding right now. The training staff isn’t too fond of me boarding so much because ‘my body is still developing and it makes my muscle growth disproportionate’. I am also supposed to be doing my school work during our break in between training sessions. But that is boring and will still be there for me to do later. I’ve been gone for about an hour and there is no way the team hasn’t noticed yet. There is some hope of being able to sneak back into the hotel but not much.

By the time I get back to the hotel, my phone has been blown up by everyone and most of the vets are waiting for me in the lobby. I try my best to sneak past them, but Pinoe sees me.

“Where have you been Y/n?” she asks.

“Out,” I say shrugging. I try to walk to the elevator but she grabs my arm and guides me to the conference room with the rest of the vets.

“Where have you been?” she asks again, this time clearly not happy with me.

“I was riding my board around town,” I say, making it known I am annoyed with the situation.

“You know you aren’t allowed to leave the hotel without one of us knowing where you are going,” Pinoe scolds. “On top of that, you broke the rule about answering phone calls and texts messages. You are supposed to be doing your school work right now.”

“I don’t care,” I say with a raised voice. “I didn’t want to do my school work today. I just wanted to ride around town.”

“Don’t raise your voice,” Kelley reprimands. “These rules aren’t in place to make camp horrible and boring. They exist to help you balance everything in your life and keep you safe.”

“Whatever,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, I need to go get ready for training.”

“Y/n, we are not done with this conversation,�� Kelley says, raising her voice.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” I yell to everyone in the room.

I leave the room pretty quickly even though multiple people called after me and I take the stairs to my room. Once I get there, I see the pile of textbooks on the desk and sigh. Other people slack off on their school work all the time. Why can’t I just have one day where I give myself a break?

After laying on the ground of my hotel room for way too much time, I quickly get dressed for training and head to the bus, getting there late enough that Vlatko is giving me a disappointed look. I put my headphones and sunglasses on hoping none of the vets will try to start a conversation right now. Eventually, we get to training and we break up into small groups for warm ups, so I quickly insert myself into a group of the younger players.

“What did you do to piss Kelley off?” Sonnett asks me. “She came to my room fuming and the only words I could make out were ‘Y/n’ and ‘trouble’”

“I didn’t do anything,” I say. “Kelley can fuck off.”

“At this moment right now, I will not say anything about the cursing,” Rose says. “However you need to chill out with whatever mood you are in because I know Alex is pissed at you too. Cursing and being rude to everyone is only going to get you into more trouble.”

“Sorry, Rosie,” I say. “Sorry Sonny. I am frustrated but I shouldn’t take that out on you.”

“It’s okay kid,” Rose says. “If you want to talk about it after training I have plenty of time to listen.”

“Thanks for the offer but I think that might require me to hide from like all of the vets and that task is nearly impossible.”

The rest of training goes fine and I begin to think I am in the clear until the team is heading to the bus and Vlatko calls me and Pinoe over to him.

“Y/n you know time management is an essential part of being a member of this team. You weren’t late today but you were very close to being late. I will let Pinoe take care of this one but if you are late again I will punish you myself.”

Vlatko walks off towards the bus so I go to follow, but I am stopped by Pinoe’s hand firmly grabbing my neck.

“You will go straight to your room when we get back to the hotel,” Pinoe says. “The two of us will be having a conversation about your behavior today. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah sure whatever,” I say with my frustrated mood starting to come back.

“Lose the attitude before you get on that bus. You are in trouble and you know it. Throwing a tantrum is not going to help your situation.”

After a very long bus ride of enduring stares of pity from those who don’t know what is going on besides the fact that I am trouble seemingly with all of the vets and looks of disappointment, anger, and frustration from the vets who do know what is going on, we make it back to the hotel. And I immediately decide to not follow Pinoe’s instructions. However, a hand pulling at my shirt stops me from getting too far. I turn around to be faced with both Kelley and Pinoe.

“What did I tell you to do before we got on the bus?” Pinoe asks with a withering stare.

“To go to my room,” I mumble while looking at my feet.

“So why are you not headed in the direction of your room?” she probes.

“I would really like some apple juice,” I tell her. “I was going to get some from the snack room and then go to my room. I swear.”

“We will walk with you to get the apple juice and then we will be going to your room to have a conversation. Next time, ask for the apple juice and we will allow you to get it.”

Both Kelley and Pinoe follow me very closely, probably expecting me to make a run for it. While the thought of running is enticing, I know that would lead to consequences that I would hate very much. Once we get to my room, Kelley stops me before I go in.

“We love you,” she says. “But you need to be held accountable for your actions. Pinoe will be taking care of this, but she will not hesitate to get others involved if you decide to give her more trouble.”

With that, I am left alone in my room with Pinoe, who has the disappointed parent look perfected.

“Sit,” she orders while pointing at my desk chair.

“Why are we here right now Y/n?”

“Some combination of you, the other vets, and Vlatko being dramatic,” I grumble before I can stop myself.

“Go stand in the corner Y/n. I will set a timer for 15 minutes and when it goes off I expect you to be able to have a respectful conversation with me.”

“I’d rather not,” I tell her.

“You have two choices, Y/n. Either you go stand in the corner right now for 15 minutes, or I call Alyssa in here and she is involved in this conversation after you spend 20 minutes in the corner.”

“Promise you won’t leave me here alone?” I whisper.

“I promise I will be here the whole time, Y/n”

After what seems like an eternity, my corner time is up. And Pinoe only had to ask me to stand still twice. The unfortunate part of my corner time being up is knowing that Pinoe wants to have a conversation that I don’t want to have and there is, without a doubt, an actual punishment for my actions coming.

“Are you ready to talk now?” she asks me.

“Yes ma’am. I am sorry I’ve been disrespectful all day.”

“Thank you for your apology. Can you tell me why you have been rude to pretty much everyone all day? Or why you disappeared without telling anyone while you were supposed to be doing your school work? Or why you did not answer a single text message or phone call?”

“I was frustrated by this situation and I let my emotions control how I was treating people. I disappeared because I just wanted some time by myself to relax. I didn’t do my school work because I just needed a break today. I didn’t answer any text messages or phone calls because I knew that I was going to be in trouble for leaving so I decided it was worth it to dig myself into a bit of a deeper hole if it meant I could be by myself without people bugging me.”

“Y/n, you know that needing a break from school and alone time are completely reasonable. If you just asked for those things we will understand. The reason we are upset is because we didn’t know that you were safe. We were worried that something happened. I think a few of us felt some anger when you came back and couldn’t handle the situation respectfully. I know that emotions are hard, believe me I get it, but taking out your emotions on people is not nice. I want you to apologize to everyone later today.”

“Okay,” I whisper, not happy with the large number of people I’ve been an asshole to.

“Next time you need anything, a break from school, alone time, apple juice, snacks, whatever it is, please just ask someone. It will save you from getting into so much trouble.”

“It's hard,” I say, trying not to cry. “I’m not allowed to want or need anything at home. If I ask for things I get into trouble.”

“You won’t ever get into trouble for asking for what you want or need here. I know that is going to be hard to get used to, but I promise everyone wants you to be healthy and happy so you asking for things will not ever make us mad. Please just try.”

“I will.”

Pinoe then sits next to me and hugs me and after a few minutes I decide to bite the bullet.

“Was the corner time my only punishment?” I ask.

“No Y/n,” she replies. “The corner time was to give you a moment to calm down. You are grounded the rest of camp for leaving without telling anyone where you were going and ignoring the calls and texts. We will be sharing a room for the rest of camp and you will have to be with one of the vets pretty much at all times.”

“Am I going to be allowed to have any fun?” I ask.

“A little bit, but this is a punishment so you aren’t supposed to enjoy it.”

“Am I still allowed cuddles?” I ask.

“You will never be denied cuddles,” Pinoe says while ruffling my hair.

“Are the others still mad at me?”

“They are probably a bit frustrated, but they know that I am handling the situation. I will explain a bit of what is going on. I am very sure that after you apologize everyone will be okay.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for not wanting to spoil plot-points to my friends?

So, for context, I am usually the one organising watch-parties with my friends/friend-groups, so the media we watch is usually something I myself have seen beforehand. The media we watch is often something I’m currently hyper-fixated on (and my friends know it, because I am very passionate about watching it with them). If anyone tell me no on watching/joining, I don’t bug them again.

The problem may arise from the fact that I’m non-divergent in the way of “I need to pay attention to everything that happens and experience it“ and my friends in the way of “I analyse what I am watching to the point I need my theories to be acknowledged right away.” I am also someone who dislikes when people often skip scenes or watch from the middle.

Me having seen the media beforehand leads to people asking me what’s going to happen in the next scenes and so on (like asking if a character is a plot-twist villain, who’s going to die). If it’s a small spoiler or if the resolution comes later in the media, I guess I tell them, but I often just shrug, grin maliciously or say “Don’t worry, you’ll get your answer in the next scene/act/episode.”

The thing is, recently I’ve been getting side-eyed, scoffed at or hearing offended “You could have just told me!” from friends and personally, I think it completely defeats the idea of watching it. The whole scene’s purpose is there to set up tension for a resolution!

To finish this, I appreciate people watching my lame thingeys with me, it just makes me frustrated when it seems like people want to skip out on important parts. I often ask them if they’re getting bored to see if we should switch to something more enjoyable.

Am I being annoying with that?

AITA for not wanting to tell them out-right?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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unexpected-character · 10 months

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Butter Knife and Blake Time

Fallon Carrington x Reader

CEO!reader and Fallon meet after all these years, what do you think would happen next…

Warning: implied sexual themes, kinda toxic old relationship, rivalry (if you think there’s more, kindly tell me so I can it here)

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Fallon's pov

"Who are we meeting again?" I told Kirby while scrolling through my phone looking at news and articles about what people are saying with Dad's fiasco.

"For fucksakes Fallon! Do you even listen?! This is like the hundredth time. We're meeting Y/N Y/L/N. She's the CEO of Y/L/N Industries." I can feel her irritation but I ignored her. I know who we were meeting but I was bored and she annoys me so I annoy her even more.

"Fine. What time do we have to go then?"

"We have to leave in 30 and Culhane is ready."

I followed her to the car, closed my phone. Tried drowning out everything to try to make me relax before this meeting with y/n. I haven't seen her in years, and now because of my stupid father, we will see each other again. How can my father be such an idiot and announced to everyone in Atlanta that he’ll have a "Blake time" what the hell is it even about.

Ugh! The audacity of that asshole to fucking give up everything he built. He really is a selfish imbecile.

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Y/N's pov

Mean while in Y/L/N Industries, you were in a meeting with your own mother because she bought the Carrington Atlantics. It is now one of your subsidiaries.

"For godsakes mother! I told you I didn't want to do business with CA because of the scandal they have." I said to my mom, not even hiding how frustrated I am with her.

"Could you just calm —"

"Calm down?! How would I fucking calm down with this? I don't even see why you'd even want it." my secretary knocked on my door, signaling that my next meeting is in 5 minutes.

"You have to go, mom. Let's talk about this at your home. I'll be there for dinner and will continue everything." I gave her a curt nod, didn't even look at her when she left.

I smoothen out the imaginary wrinkles on my suit and looked if my blouse was tucked well. I made myself presentable for my next meeting. I made them wait to the last second of the 5 minutes and pressed the intercom and spoke,

"Donna, show them in." You've been dreading to see her again after so many years.

The woman you didn't want to see entered your office as if she owned it. Still as beautiful and sexy as ever with her a redhead following her. You didn't even sat up your chair to greet them, not because you didn't have the etiquette but because it's Fallon and you just didn't want too. You looked at the red haired woman seeing as she's checking you out not as subtle as you may add. You raised your brows and got up and introduce yourself to her,

"Hello, I'm Y/n. To what do I owe such pleasure Ms.?"

You told the redhead completely ignoring the other woman inside your office who has been studying you closely and staring at you as if she wants to kill you. Jealousy ah green is a beautiful color on her.

"Anders, Kirby Anders, I'm Fallon's executive assistant among others." She told you, slight pink covering her pale face.

"Anders? Like Jo's daughter or something?"

"Yeah? You know him."

"Of course. He's an amazing man, very organized even the smallest of details."

"Yeah that's Dad." Before you were going to reply, the bubble you both had was burst by the ignored woman in the room.

"Have you both forgotten that I'm here too." She looked at you annoyed. If you didn't know her well, which you do, you wouldn't catch the small hurt in her facial expression that suddenly was schooled like it wasn't there before, bug you caught it. You look at her and raised your brow letting her know you saw it too. It's been years and she still thinks she had a claim on you.

"We didn't, we just decided we want to ignore you. What do you want Fallon?"

"I want to buy the company back."

"As much as I want you to have it so I don't have to see you. The contract stated you can't. I seriously don't know how your family sign such without reading the fine print."

"Well why didn't you?"

"I wasn't here you idiot. I gave mom the ropes as I had personal matters to attend to. She fucking accepted the deal. Hell, I didn't want what was written in it."

"Then give it back."

"I can't Fallon and you know it. I'd let hell freeze over before I'd work with you again, we both know that."

"What? Work together?"

"You didn't know? What happened to you? You just don't do stuff without knowing. Are you sick or dying?"

"Stop being dramatic, y/n! I'm trying to think. This can't be it."

"Well that's hopeful. You don't think, you scheme."

"Fucking shut up, Y/n! You don't know me!" She yelled. Kirby flinching as she haven't seen Fallon to be this enraged at someone other than her own family.

You clenched your jaw and looked at the redhead that's been standing awkwardly among you both. You walked around your desk and stop in front of Kirby and said,

"Ms. Anders, would you be a dear and let Ms. Carrington and I have a moment alone. You can ask Donna to show you around or get whatever you want." You smiled at the woman sweetly as if nothing is bothering you at all. You directed the redhead woman to the door. She nodded and smiled, leaving you both alone in your office. You locked the door after she left.

You studied the brunette woman facing away from you. Even after years of not seeing each other. She still has the same physique. Looking like a work of art. You admire her features. Maybe more defined ass but still the same old Fallon you know years ago. You approached her from behind. Your breath so close to her, her breathe hitching. It's been years but you still have that affect on her. She has an effect on you too but you know how to school yourself with all the years of practice.

"You still haven't change, have you pretty girl." you whispered close to her ear. She let out a breath as she felt you nibbling her lobe.b"Y/n..." she whimpered, trying to move away from your proximity. Yet you left open mouth kisses along her ear, neck, and jaw. The sexual tension in your office could be cut with a dull butter knife.

"Still bratty aren't you, love?" You put both your hands on her hips and gave it a hard grip. You heard her groan, finally having your hand on her body. Leaning her body over yours trying to feel anything to help her in her predicament. "Y/n, please..." she tried grinding her ass to your front. She was so frustrated and you can feel the heat. She needed relief and fast. She wants you. You both want each other so much.

"Be a good girl and bend over baby."

To the people outside, they thought nothing of it. As they thought that it was you getting frustrated due to your mother visiting you. It wasn't unusual for them to see your cold demeanour after being in a meeting with her or with old stupid men. Maybe you were angry again and the loud scream they heard and the banging that they can hear from inside was just that. Kirby on the other hand, knew what was going on. Her face looking like a tomato, knowing what's happening but a bit confuse on why it's happening now. Did you both know each other since back then?

#fallon carrington #fallon carrington x reader #dynasty #ceo!reader #dynasty imagines #fallon carrington imagines #elizabeth gillies #fallon x reader #jade west #jade west x fem!reader

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asherloki · 9 months

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Could I get a Sherlock x reader with the “kiss me properly” prompt? Maybe where Sherlock is teasing reader the entire time by kissing her every way but properly and reader gets really frustrated? Thanks ☺️

The many kisses

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- I know it was from smut prompt but, look at this, it just gave me such a fluff vibe.

The smut prompt list, and dialogue prompt.

"You're pouting" Sherlock said from behind as I was sitting on his couch. I prefered to sigh in response.

"Wanna talk about it or...." He mumbled from the kitchen, enough for me to hear. This time I turned towards him to answer,

"Since when you started to do the talking?"

He eyed me at this, and continued with his test tubes.

"Since I married you, talkative lady."

Seriously this was his answer? I frowned and got up,

"Don't call me that, feels like I'm a college student again and caught talking from the middle bench." I replied walking in the kitchen.

"That's the stupidest thing you did, if you wanna talk in class why would you sit in the middle or front bench rather than the last row?"

He spoke as if it was the obvious fact, flying his hands in the air with the test tube.

"I'm not 6 feet tall as you that I'll be able to get everything from the last bench"

Honestly, I never denied I didn't like arguing with him over silly things like this.

"But you were talking, not like listening to the lecture either." He argued back, he has to answer everything.

"Because it was boring."

"Then you should've chosen a different subject."

"I love literature."

"You find it boring."

"Yes, buf not all.... Ugh now you're on my nerves." Having two people in a relationship where both are capable of having very little patience is .. exciting, atleast in our case.

"You're arguing." He said, putting off his gloves and lab glasses.

"You asked me to talk."

"Talk not argue and anyway why were you pouting looking outside the window?"

He started cleaning the dining table, since I've moved in with him, he's seen what a mess I myself am so he may have thought 'I better be a little organised, atleast try to'.

"Oh that? It's raining, gloomy weather makes me gloomy too."

"Just that?"

"You want me to have more reasons to be sad?"

"Why do you always make a fuss of little questions?" He seemed annoyed as he said it, but annoyed in a cute way.

"Stop complaining like my mom."

"I admire her, she gives me lots of tips to handle your tantrums."

It's true my mom always on his side but his parents are on mine. It's fun, he even enjoys it, his enjoyment doesn't stay hidden from me.

"Didn't she tell you I crave affection and I don't know how to ask?" I said flying my hands in the air and trying to yell and look serious.

"Don't do that look." He put his things back and walked towards me.

"What look?"

"This, trying to be angry and serious but ultimately looking like a doll."

"Doll?"

"I meant cute, you know you can melt anyone with cuteness."

Can you imagine, this cold detective melting with cuteness?

"Does that mean you wanna kiss me?" Now I have to play being cute. So I asked tilting my head to my left side and looking at him with puppy eyes, I saw him smirking and shaking his head, well I won this one too, or so I thought before he leaned and I went to kiss his lips, what he did is just smooching the tip of my nose.

"That's it?" I couldn't help but ask, I apparently wanted more.

"Yes, cute smooch, or you need another?"

"Another." Again I played my puppy eye trick and he leaned, just to smooch my cheek in a second and that's all.

"Hey" I got real angry this time.

"I did what you asked." He said again with a careless attitude.

"Kiss me properly" I demanded. Yet I knew he would just smooch and run to get his files. But he didn't, he cupped my face and kissed both my cheeks, my forehead and then parting his lips a little he kissed mine. So I kissed him back, and it was a long slow beautiful kiss before we pulled away from it.

"Happy?" He asked softly with a smile on his face, that appears rarely, the purest form of affection reflecting on it for me.

"Yes" I replied in a baby voice leaning so my chin touches his chest and lifting my face to meet his eyes.

He can't help but giggle at this voice of mine, he then wrapped his arms around me and we stood there, embracing us, embracing the moment.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

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whatdoidosatoru · 25 days

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Check Yes Juliet

PART 2 of The Only Exception

This is part 2 of the previous work named First Date (the real ones will find the pattern) so technically that was CH1 :)

All the tags from that are valid for this part as well, Yuna is my OC that's barely described so feel free to imagine her however you'd like

part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.7k ishtags: smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise, fingering, baji is a simp, cum eating (kind of), they are very horny for each other, unprotected sex (they've taken some precautions okay I don't normally condone not wrapping it up)

Songs referenced or listened to while writing this chapter:

Empty With You - The Used

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte

Be My Escape - Reliant K

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

MDNI!!!!! 18+ only!

“Honey, what I’m hearing is that you had a romantic and passionate night with this man and you didn’t even get his last name?” Mai was shaking her head at me after hearing a rough report of my shenanigans with Keisuke last night. I stared ahead and kept picturing his soft, blissful expression lying on my bed, trapped by my thighs, me sitting on his cock, his hair pooling over my pillows that still held his scent and mine mixed together.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

Mai stood up and walked to the side of the bed, noting my ripped-up panties on the floor, her eyebrow raised,

“And when did this happen?” I put the cup of coffee still steaming on the nightstand, catching a glimpse of the photo I had taken of him post-orgasm. She noticed it as well, picking it up to inspect it.

“He wanted me to keep the fishnets on so he ripped these off before going down on me.” Leaning back on the headboard, I took a moment to assess how sore my limbs felt, my insides still felt raw and aching. I lifted my hand to touch my neck where he scraped my skin with his teeth and left little bruises, that was going to need covering up before work.

She wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she was.

She smirked at me, waving the photo around, “I didn’t realise you were so down bad for this guy, why would you take a photo of him lying, what I’m assuming is naked, on your bed?”

She brought it closer to my face, “This guy pushed you into the wall, but all you talk about is how he was gentle with you? What am I missing?”

I completely forgave him for that shove in the hallway of the club, he seemed genuinely sorry and like a completely different person than I had assumed he would be. No matter how insanely hot he was, he was also kind. And very giving. I smiled to myself, this morning I had the most satisfying gentle sex I’d ever had. None of my boyfriends had ever been that good. And he hadn’t complained about putting a condom on, which shouldn’t ever be as commendable as it was.

Mai reached to have a look at my bruised neck and collarbone, visibly annoyed, “We need to tone this down before work. Come on, I’ll make breakfast and try to cover up your nasty hickeys.” I could just drag myself after her into the kitchen.

How was she so chirpy and energetic? She stayed up until at least 5:30 in the morning, and the party was on until 5.

“Mai, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Sleep is for the weak. I’m so beyond tired that a whole new wave of energy has taken over. I may drop halfway through the shift though so you need to step up for me, okay?”

“Of course, I’m taking over the schedule duty as well.”

We worked at a cinema not too far from our apartment and, although Mai normally handled the theatre schedule, I had to make sure she could at least get some easier jobs, considering she helped me get my sexual frustrations out last night and therefore sacrificed her sleep.

Half an hour later, with my neck covered in four layers of concealer and colour corrector, we made our way to our work, completely unprepared to handle groups of screaming children and their disinterested parents.

“You smell different, is that some new perfume?” She broke through my thoughts.

“I think it might be his scent, I assume that’s his shampoo because his hair smelled so divine.”

“Damn, Kakashi really is That Guy , isn’t he?”

With a playful shove, she started towards the only store room that had chairs for us to sit on, and I took a pen to try and figure out how to tackle today.

“It’s Keisuke.”

“Whatever.”

Saturday nights were for the girls. After work and a shower, Hana and her girlfriend showed up at our apartment for a weekly pizza night. By the time it was my turn to catch them up on your week, everyone had already had their turn and normally my updates had always consisted of a very short summary of where I was with my research papers, how much I hated my Contemporary English professor, and what songs I was hyper fixating on. This time all I wanted to talk about was Keisuke. I had never got so hung up on real people, so this was a very interesting topic to all of them.

“So as all of you may know, I brought a guy home last night,” I picked up another slice of pizza, “and now he’s basically all I can think about, it pains me to confess, but I sniffed the pillow he slept on several times today.”

“Simp!” Asami fake-coughed into her hand, giving me a devilish grin to which I responded with a stuck-out tongue.

“I didn’t even get much of a look at him when he pushed me into a wall last night, but then I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and realised he’s actually so gorgeous and hot I wouldn’t have minded if he was some sort of serial killer as long as he put his hands on me.”

Mai pretended to vomit at that, Hana and Asami just chuckled at my dramatics.

“Listen, I’m not one to obsess over guys this much, but something about him really drew me in and I was so stupid that I didn’t ask for his last name. Or his number!” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “Why didn’t I get his fucking number?”

Hana piped up, “Didn’t you say he worked at Pet Zone? You can always go find him there and ask him.”

“Don’t you think that might come off as a bit creepy,” Asami asked, “I mean if the roles were reversed, I’d definitely think it was some creepy guy who didn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand.”

“Asami, you think every guy is creepy and should be avoided at all costs,” quipped Mai.

Asami just shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Hana reached out to get her glass, “By what you told us happened, he seemed to be really into you and maybe didn’t think you would want to continue seeing him. Just a thought, though.”

I was becoming more and more hopeful, “What if I just interpreted it wrong, though? What if I’m misremembering it because that was how I wanted things to happen?”

“I can always come with you to the shop and get some stuff for Kisu.” Hana and Asami had adopted a beautiful orange cat that was a menace to society, but I loved her so much that I regularly bought her Dreamies.

“You don’t think it would be painfully obvious? I don’t even know when his shifts are, he’s got university as well as work.” I felt myself whine a bit too much now.

Mai decided to finish this conversation by calming me down with a big hug and some reassurance.

“Babe, if Keito’s not there we’ll come again and again until we find him and you ask him out. If it takes us a month, then so be it, but you’re overthinking this. The way he kissed you on his way out didn’t look like he didn’t want to see you again.”

“Thank you, love. And his name is Keisuke.”

“I don’t think it is,” she winked at me.

“I know what I screamed last night, my darling, and it’s definitely Keisuke.”

“I feel like it’s becoming a bit and I don’t want to stop it, so deal with it.” Mai ruffled my hair and went back to her glass of wine.

After a couple of hours, all of us went to bed, Mai had given Asami and Hana her own room so she shared with me. I lay my head on Keisuke’s…I mean, my pillow that Keisuke slept on and inhaled deeply. The scent was fading, I really needed to find him again.

Mai was deeply snoring while I lay with my eyes half-closed playing with his hair tie on my wrist.

The next day Asami made her way to visit her parents, slightly regretting not going with us to the city centre. Mai, Hana, and I, as per usual, spent way too much time in the bookstore, gently caressing the spines of our favourite books, laughing at ridiculous covers, and making highly ambitious reading lists that we were never going to follow. The trip was a success as I managed to walk out with only two new books and three complimentary bookmarks.

Now, with a significantly lighter step, we went into a few clothes shops and there I realised I needed to get more underwear. Mentally cursing Keisuke for ripping the most comfortable pair, I picked out two new comfy pairs of panties and one lacy pair that I didn’t even know the occasion for. It just called to me, black lace with a red bow on the back seemed right up my alley.

With a sigh, we went on to our final stop of the day, Pet Zone. This was it, all my hopes and dreams were riding on the good outcome of this situation. A gentle pat on the shoulder from Hana made me snap out of it, I patted my face to sober myself up and stepped inside.

The best thing about any pet shop is the fact that owners come in with their dogs and let them roam around the shop, so when I walked in and got greeted by three dogs at the same time, the only worry that was left on my mind was making sure I gave each of them an equal amount of attention.

Hana and Mai went to the cat aisle to browse while I was left barely five steps into the store, wishing I had three hands to give all of these good dogs love at the same time.

“Uhm, hey there,” a muffled voice reached me. I looked up to see a slightly winded Keisuke with a hand over his mouth, trying to finish chewing his food.

“Hey, take your time, man” I tried to sound like this interaction hadn’t been on my mind for a whole day.

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “I saw you on the security camera and ran back in before properly finishing my lunch.”

Was this guy for real? He cut his lunch break short because I walked into the shop? Was I hearing this correctly?

“Oh you really didn’t have to do that,” why did I sound so shy? This man had been inside of me two nights ago and now I was shy ?

“I was worried I’d miss you, what brings you here?” He still sounded a bit winded.

“Hana needs some stuff for her cat and we were out with her shopping so we just stopped by,” I motioned toward where Hana and Mai were playing with cat toys.

“Got anything interesting?” He pointed at my bookstore haul.

“Just some books I’m probably never going to get around to reading, but I needed a dopamine hit after feeling so down,” crap, that sounded a bit too desperate.

“What happened?”

Sigh , “Well I thought you might not want to see me again…after that night.”

“W-What? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore and that was why you didn’t ask for my phone number!” He started getting flustered.

“I thought you didn’t ask for my number because you weren’t interested,” I confessed, “are you telling me this all could’ve been avoided had both of us stopped overthinking for a damn minute?”

He started laughing, causing me to join him, oh my days he was so beautiful.

“I was rushing so much I didn’t grab my phone,” he passed me a piece of paper with the shop logo and address, and a pen to write my number down. I finished the note with a little black heart and gave it back to him, his face visibly more relaxed now.

“And just so you know, you owe me a new pair of underwear,” I said in a lower tone, “don’t think I forgot.”

“I don’t think I can forget anything from that night,” he picked up my hand and played with his hair tie that was still on my wrist. I blushed and started to take it off to give it back to him, but he pushed it back on.

“Keep it. I took something of yours as well,” he lowered his head to my cheek and placed a gentle kiss. I tried to mentally remember if I noticed anything missing yesterday, but to no avail. I looked at him with a question, but he just grinned back at me.

“You’ll see, I guess you’re gonna have to meet me again to get it back, that is, if I feel generous.”

With that, he walked back to finish his break, and I was left to locate my friends and report on the situation.

“What a weirdo, what did he take? Probably your underwear or something creepy.” Hana scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“I don’t think so, I’d notice if any were missing because I had to get new ones already. Also, I don’t think he had the time to do that, since if he wasn’t inside of me, he was next to me.”

Mai patted me on the shoulder with pride. “See, I told you it would work out, and you got yourself all worked up about him.”

“I mean, he is pretty, in a girlish kind of way,” Hana said, looking back at the store.

“I need him in my bed again.” I felt my insides twirling, longing to be full of him again.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this horny with any of your exes.” Mai playfully pushed me forward.

“What can I say, six orgasms in a night can do that to a girl.”

“Rookie numbers,” Hana scoffed, making Mai and me laugh a bit too loud.

By the time Mai and I got home and unloaded everything we bought, I’d gotten a message from an unknown number that just said “What’s your favourite colour?”

Yuna, 14:12

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

So I know what colour heart to put next to your name in my contacts c;

Yuna, 14:13

Keisuke?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

Well I hope you don’t have someone else that would ask you these things haha c:

Yuna, 14:14

oh thank the stars, you never know what weirdos there are out there. gotta be careful.

and i’m good with blue or black

Keisuke, 14:14

Got it ;)

Yuna🖤💙, 14:15

what do you want me to put you as?

I broke out in laughter and Mai came into my room to check what was going on. I just shook my head and showed her the screen.

Keisuke, 14:15

His Majesty Keisuke, King of My Vagina and Bringer of Infinite Pleasure

“Kids…” she walked away with a smirk against her will.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

i’m leaning towards KeiSUCKe

Keisuke, 14:16

That’s what you’ll be doing later…

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

later?

are we doing something i’m not aware of?

Keisuke, 14:17

Can I come over tonight?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:17

any specific plans or just hanging out?

Keisuke, 14:17

Wherever the night takes us c:

Check yes, Yuna, are you with me?

Rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won’t go until you come outside

Yuna🖤💙, 14:18

serenading me with We The Kings? a man after my own heart <3

Keisuke, 14:18

Is that a yes?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:19

when can i expect you here?

Keisuke, 14:19

SHE SAID YES!!

Uhhh I mean, I’ll be there around 8, if that’s okay with you? c:

Yuna🖤💙, 14:20

hahaha of course. are you eating anything beforehand? we’re making pancakes..

Keisuke, 14:20

I’m having dinner with my brother after work, but thank you for asking c:

I won’t complain if you save me one to try.

I sent him the address just in case he couldn’t remember where the building is and practically skipped out of the room. Mai was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, and waved me over to join her at our dining table.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:21

See you then :)

“Based on your red cheeks and the smile that’s not coming off I’m going to guess the first text conversation went well?”

“He’s coming over tonight. At 8. I need to shower. I need to clean my room.”

“Oh good heavens, please tell me you’ll be in your room and not venture out into the bathroom again,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll try to behave. Maybe we won’t even have sex tonight, we’ll watch a film, talk for a bit…”

“...feed him your vagina and feast on his dick, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Seriously, Mai, this man is making me feel tingly just thinking about seeing him again, but I may actually want something more with him.”

Mai’s expression switched into concern. I knew she wanted what was best for me and to protect me from my own stupid mistakes, but I doubt anyone could have a chance with Keisuke and not jump on it.

“Just don’t obsess over him to the point where you can’t see the real world anymore. That’s all. I get it, he’s hot, but you deserve a 10/10 personality, and not just a 10/10 appearance.”

I kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get my shit together.

I changed my outfit for the third time when the doorbell rang. Mai got up from the couch to open and I walked out into the hallway just as Keisuke walked in.

“Hey Kento,” Mai greeted as he simply smirked at her.

“Hello Mina.” His eyes found me and, having taken his shoes off, he joined me in my bedroom.

Just as the door was shutting Mai got her last remark in, “No screaming!”

Keisuke chuckled and turned to me, looking me up and down.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, how are you?”

After breaking the kiss for a breathing break he lay back onto the pillow he slept on the other night and looked at me with amusement on his face. I got closer to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

I sat him down and joined him on the bed,

“I haven’t been able to get this stupid smile off my face ever since I walked out of your shop.” He caressed my cheek and I felt myself leaning into his touch when he pulled me closer to him and kissed me, taking my breath away.

“Did you want to put a film on?” He offered. To be completely honest, I wanted him naked, suck his soul out, and have him break me in half, but I may have been rushing into things.

He must have noticed the want in my eyes, because he sat up, closing the distance between us, and held my face before whispering,

“Or maybe we could get this pent-up need out of the way first,” he kissed my lips gently, “and then be at peace for about,” breaking his sentence he bit my bottom lip, “let’s say half an hour before,” this time the kiss was deeper, needier, “enjoying each other a little bit more, hm?”

He rolled me over onto my back and gripped me tight. His hand snaked through my t-shirt to hold my breast, eliciting a desperate moan right into his mouth. His kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping his protruding canines across my skin, with a deft movement he slid my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

“It was almost physically painful, thinking that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t get to do this.” I gasped when he took my nipple into my mouth, his tongue swirling over it as his teeth nipped it playfully. My hand immediately went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground me. The hand he didn’t use to hold himself up went between my legs, dipping under my underwear an d directly between my lips already needy for his attention.

When I rolled my hips up into his hand to get more friction he lifted his head up, flashing a devilish grin and licking the tips of his canines, making me slippery wet.

“Why did you even bother putting these on? We don’t need to rip another pair, do we?” If I wasn’t already turned on, that would’ve done it. His voice was low with a raspy tone that made me feel feral for him.

“Keisuke please, I need your tongue”, I whined. With a grin he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside, his fingers still stroking lazily along my folds. I felt my breath hitch every time he passed the clit, desperately trying to raise my hips to meet his touch.

“Patience, gorgeous, we’ll get there. I want to make you a bit needier first.”

Wow, what an asshat.

“Keisuke I’m-ah-I’m begging you, touch me, fuck,” my pleading seemed to work because he immediately dipped his head down and started feasting on my needy pussy. He moaned into my puffy lips, flicking his tongue over and around the clit, making me ascend with pleasure. My hand flew back to his head to grip his hair which dragged out a beautiful moan from his soft lips, now wet with my juices, buried in between my legs. His tongue was desperate, accompanied by his fingers pushing inside of me, curling to rub me just right and make me nearly scream into the dark room.

“Hold me tighter, sweetheart,” he squeezed out in between licks, making my grip tighten and I hoped I didn’t accidentally pull his hair out. Feeling another moan directed into my clit sent me into ecstasy, I could hear my heart thumping and my ears focusing on the sounds of Keisuke lapping up my juices like there was no tomorrow, and with that I came on his skilful tongue,

“K-fuuck Keisuke!” The look on his face was hungry for more, he wiped his face with his own hand and licked the wetness off.

I reached for my drawer to get a condom, but he stopped my hand, grabbing his phone instead and showing me the screen. It was some kind of document, and when I tried to focus on reading it he explained,

“I got tested on Thursday, got the results yesterday,” he pointed at the bottom of the screen, “Completely clean.”

That made things a bit easier and possibly more exciting. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in over a year. Got tested right after…the last time and I’m also clean.”

His smile seemed to grow with every word I said so I dropped the condom and went right to taking off his clothes. When he was naked in front of me, his cock glistening with precum in all his glory, I reached to touch his lean body, admiring the pale skin of his stomach, littered with scars. I felt the sudden urge to kiss every single one of them. He gently pushed me back and grabbed one of my hair bobbles from the nightstand, holding it in his teeth to collect all the hair in a ponytail.

That trick is so hot, I needed his teeth all over me .

He positioned himself in front of my entrance and started teasing his tip over my needy hole and puffy lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you on my cock,” he looked down to where we were connected, “to feel your pussy squeeze me and make me weak.”

“What’s the holdup then, Keisuke-fuck- fuck ..ah fuck me already!” He didn’t need another push, he slammed into me, making me cry out, and lowered himself down on top of me to kiss me deeply before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again.

I was losing myself in him, his slow pants and moans directly into my ear were making it damn difficult to slow down the wave of pleasure that was swallowing me. My nails were leaving marks on his back, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I bit his lip and came with the most desperate moan.

Keisuke lifted me up and switched positions, sitting up against the headboard and me sitting on his cock. Then I began bouncing myself on him and rolling my hips, his hands firmly on my hips helping me keep pace. I threw my head back and let out a groan while he attacked my collarbone with his teeth.

Still keeping a steady pace, he licked up to my ear,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking it whole. Such a good girl so full of me. You’re all mine , all mine , just mine to- fuck -to please.” I quickly brought my head back to look at his face. The hunger in his eyes, his forehead sweating and loose strands of hair sticking to him. He looked feral, just like he had said I made him feel, with his distinguished canines. I took it all in.

“All yours?” I managed to squeeze out, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“All mine. I’m not letting you go fuuck I need you. I need to hear you cum for me again. Say you’re mine.”

Through pants I whined, “I’m yours! I’m- fuck- I’m all yours! Take me how you want me Keisuke! Ah fuck I’m cumming all yours!”

That made him trap my lips in his, swallowing my cry and fucking me through another orgasm. Slowing down slightly to give me some rest he swapped us back to the previous position, this time not leaning over me, but looking down at my naked form, still fucking into me.

“You look so good like this, a hot mess all because of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I started slurring my words, “‘m all yours, Keisuke. I’m yours. Fuck keep going please…”

My pleasure began to build again, this time threatening to take me fast, almost crossing into overstimulation. My walls began tightening around his cock and his hip movements started getting irregular - he was getting close to finishing.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” I couldn’t form my words properly anymore, I was so drunk on his cock hitting my cervix with each slam into me.

“ Ah inside please please Keisuke come inside me fuck,” that was the last straw for him, with a final grunt and thrust, he spilt inside of me. Just as I felt his warm sperm coat my insides, I came again, this time unable to take any more friction. He slowly pulled out and lowered himself to take a closer look at my leaking pussy. He smiled at me,

“You look so good with my cum spilling out of you.” With that, he licked my entrance, making me twitch with sensitivity, and hovered over me, kissing me with his sperm still on his tongue, making me taste the mix of both, his cum and mine.

I couldn’t find the strength to reach for wet wipes to clean myself up, but he was already on it as soon as I pointed in their general direction. He cleaned me up, gently trying not to overstimulate me again, and tossed the wipes in the bin. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, when I felt him climb into bed next to me and gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my sweaty forehead and I could hear him softly whisper, “You’re mine .”

If you've come this far then you may as well rb or like :) Constructive criticism is welcome as I hadn't written anything in YEARS before this so I am rusty af and don't have a beta reader :)

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As a nonbinary/genderfluid biromantic, demiromantic asexual, literally every part of my gender identity and sexuality has been subject to the same "you could EASILY pass as cishet, so can you REALLY say you experience oppression when you could simply CHOOSE not to" and "you're not REALLY oppressed for being XYZ, you're only oppressed when people mistake you as cis fem/trans fem/gay/lesbian/any other identity we think is ACTUALLY important." My existence in online queer spaces has been hounded constantly by people trying to tell me what my lived experiences are and what they mean, shouting me down about how I can't speak about Insert Issue/Topic Here because sure maybe I'm queer (and to some, I don't even have the right to call myself that) but I'm at the bottom of the Who Is Oppressed More Hierarchy, I am only Oppressed in the way that sometimes I experience what they deem to be a different group's oppression. Not even my oppression is my own! I am too much of an "aberration" to find community and a place to speak amongst the general populace, and I'm too privileged to have a voice in the queer community, even about things that affect me.

And now, I'm watching that same rhetoric being used against transmen and transmascs. I remember when people on this site started really exploring queer headcanons for characters, everyone cheering "let's make X character gay! Y character is trans! Z character is a lesbian!" but if you dared to suggest "can Q character be ace?" you'd be met with "... that's boring." I remember how quickly ace exclusion devolved from "aces are boring" to "god, aces are annoying" to "when you think about it, aces aren't even really oppressed, so they aren't queer, so they should just shut up." And then it wasn't just aces, it was bi folks. And then it was enbies too. And now. Here we are.

This is the only site where people will blog about how "Gender is a sandbox! It's fucky! Men can be women, and women can be men! I'm a boygirl kind of girlboy! There are genders and sexualities in all sorts of shrimp colors you can dream of!" but in the same breath, they'll still act weird about he/him lesbians. They'll still claim that ALL masculinity is toxic. They'll still say that men are boring and annoying and-- Oh? You think that's kind of hurtful? You want to use this as an opportunity to talk about your own lived experiences and vent your frustrations courteously and privately on your own blog? Why do you have to make everything about you?! You're lower down the Who Is More Oppressed ladder because, wHeN yOu tHinK aBouT iT, no man can be oppressed for being a man! Even trans men! So you and anybody even vaguely masc aligned should just shut up and stay out of the conversation and let the queers who experience REAL bigotry talk!

... They could at least say something new instead of reusing the same rhetoric they've used for aces and aros and bi/pan folk and enbies and masc/butch lesbians and countless other queer identities.

All that to say, as someone who has been subject to all this for every part of my identity, I stand with you. Trans Unity! Queer Unity!

Context: [Link 1, Link 2]

I know Exactly what you're talking about !

I was around in inclusionist spaces 10 years ago at this point, before I'd fully crystalized what I Had Going On.

I Remember it being pointed out that ace exclusionists were stealing talking points from radfems directly, up to and including ripping off entire posts and just swapping out "trans women" with "asexuals."

I Remember people warning each other that normalizing these kinds of talking points, convincing people that that Mindset is a valid one, would then make it easy to swap out the Target of said mindset.

and it Has happened, over and over and over again. people are Always looking for the marginalized people that nobody wants to stand up for. that people don't understand, that people don't see as Needing support, that people already have negative feelings about even if they don't recognize Why.

it'll only ever stop when people examine the talking points Themselves and throw them out. when people are willing to stand in solidarity with people Regardless of whether they understand them or not.

if someone is trying to convince you that class of people As A Whole are undeserving of support, are lesser than, shouldn't have their voices heard or considered, Question It ! when they hold people up in Comparison to say that their pain is Lesser and therefore doesn't Matter, Question It !!

#discourse #queer unity #trans unity #transandrophobia

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‘Gentle’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a very very very long ass fic as my Christmas present to you all, i got very carried away. a very enemies to lovers, angsty, smutty, jealous Stephen fic for u cause i too am a slut for it. ENJOY U WHORES x

The tension was white hot with hatred, it was as if you were both being treated like naughty children that didn't know how to get along. What made it all the more hilarious was the fact that it was true. You hated Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange hated you. It was an undeniable fact, your hatred for him went far and wide into the endless horizon, deeper than the pit of a black hole, the feeling of deplorablity so strong whenever he opened his mouth it was about to consume you whole.

Stephen's feelings towards you was just as negative. Although he found it slightly cute the way you would get into a hissy fit just because of him, the thing is he had no problem admitting that you were hot, just extremely annoying and way too assertive. Finding a need to point out every single problem without putting in the effort to fix it, you were a control freak; it was enough to fuck with anyone's head, let alone one of the most powerful magic weilders of all time.

Tony had to put an end to this when a brawl broke out between you two. You punched him in the face and left him with a bloody nose.

Tony had to do something about it: designated sessions for you both in an attempt to diagnose the problem between that made you feel this way. Though it wasn't be being supervised another fight could break out but no one was willing to listen to you both bitch and moan for an hour every week.

It was like couples therapy without the couple or the therapist. Lucky you, this will surely solve all of these engorged problems!

You were both metaphorically being grabbed by the ear and sat down in by Tony, leaving you alone in locked room with Stephen Strange. The man who has cockiness in his blood and is ego incarnate, the man who was blinded by his own self interest. It was taking you all of your night not to give him another bloody nose/

‘’You guys are going to be locked in this room for an hour every week, okay? Sort your shit out or so help me God I'll kick you both out.’’ Tony yelled, you hadn't seen him this fed up in a while. Slamming the door shut, you were left alone with him

Stephen was sat infront of you, bloody and bruised with an unwelcoming scowl indented on his face. The table was the only thing between you. Therapy sessions were not going to fix any of this. It was all far too shattered to even be considered.

Bitter silence encompassed the room but you didn't want to break it first, he didn't deserve your words.

‘’Okay, I'll go first since you've seemingly forgot how to talk, which I thought was entirely impossible. You're fucking insane.’’ Stephen smiled at you sarcastically, voiced laced in venom as his eyes bore into yours.

‘’Maybe you're just unbareable and I wanted to put myself out of my own misery.’’ You crossed your arms in defense.

‘’Okay, okay listen...Do you seriously want to get kicked off the team? Or are we still going to keep doing this? It's all in your hands at this point because I'm done with all of it, I don't care if it's real or not. I don't want to be sitting here and doing this right now.’’ Stephen was actually being sincere for once, finally letting his anger get the best of him. He was so frustrated with all of it. Tired of this little dance he has to endure with you.

You let the words hang in the air for a while, stunned with how he's reacting to all of it; most of the time he's a sarcastic smart ass, this was the most emotional you've ever seen him.

‘’Okay fine. Let's do this your way. Let's get all of these feelings off our chests, okay? I'll go first this time.’’ You leaned forward on the table, defensive and snarky as always but willing to actually get to the root of your hatred for him.

‘’You're an asshole.’’ You stated simply.

‘’Boo fucking hoo. Everyone experiences that from me, you're not special.’’

‘’Nobody should have to experience it at all, Stephen!’’ You yelled exasperated.

‘’You know what I think? You have an injustice complex. Everyone needs to be treated fairly and all that shit. Sweetheart, the world doesn't work that way and you know it so I don't know why you're trying to reinforce it.’’ He snarled, looking you right in the eye to see if his words cut enough to make you flinch.

‘’Call me sweetheart again and I'll burn you in your bed.’’

‘’Sweetheart, you'll never get anywhere near my bed.’’

Your fists clenched, taking all of your might not to punch him in the teeth.

———

Another week passed and you weren't getting anywhere near to resolving this prolonged feud. You were both dragged to the locked box again. Natasha literally had to find you thanks to you hiding away as a means to not go.

Stephen was actually willing to end this cruelty by trying to get you to open up to get this over with quicker so it'll be easy to convice the rest that you can get along.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the paint becoming thicker and thicker with every second you were both breathing the same air. Hogging the oxygen in the process with the snarky, sarcastic sighs and the groans into palms.

Winced faces met once more in another hour of unrelenting torture: being alone together.

‘’Let's try this again shall we?’’ You smiled fakely.

‘’I think you're scared.’’

‘’Who the fuck do you think you are trying to psychoanalyse me?’’

‘’I'm a fucking doctor, of course I'm going to psychoanalyse you. You don't strike me as stupid, so stop trying your best to fall into that category.’’ He retaliated.

‘’Go ahead then, doctor. Floor me.’’ You squinted your eyes at him, hoping to throw him off.

‘’ You're scared of not having control.’’

‘’I'm not.’’ You were certain that he was pulling this out of his ass...well, you tried your best to convince yourself he was on the outside. But to your dismay and frustration, he was right. It was your biggest insecurity and you hated that he could see right through it. You just wished that you were laid back and could go with the flow like other people, but it felt like a mystery to you in terms of achieving it.

‘’Yes you are.’’ Stephen was sure of it, anyone with a brainstem could see it.

‘’What's it to you?’’

‘’It makes you difficult to work with to say the least. I mean I'm not the poster boy or advocate for being a team player but it's like you're scared of working with anyone else, even a person with the same skill set as you.’’

Your glare softened a little at his deduction.

‘’Condescending.’’ You muttered.

‘’Just smart.’’ He said deadpan.

‘’See that's another issue I have with you. You think you know everything. How am I supposed to work with someone who doesn't value my opinion or my ideas or my plans? You can't reprimand me for being scared to work with other people when you phsyically can't.’m

‘’But we have to learn to deal with it. I have. Now it's your turn.’’ Stephen was stern but you knew he wasn't wrong, it made you uncross your arms and breathe out slowly. Your gaze was still hard, eyebrows creased to form that angry little 'v' between your brows.

You used the fleeting time to look at him in this manufacture, squinting your eyes slightly Stephen looked stoic as always but you could tell he was wilting a little on the inside, exhausted with the way that it turned out this way. His hair was a mess probably due to his incessant need to run his fingers through it. In this light his blue eyes seemed even more cereulean, the blue turning into azure and then shifting to emerald green. It was as if autumn and summer was swirling in his eyes. It was a myraid of different shades, a smattering of colours you wouldn't be able to see if you didn't get this close to him; no one ever really got close to him. They were almost ...hypnotic. Almost like you could get lost in them.

You shook yourself out of your daze. Stephen noticed the way your body was less tense, as if you were finally opening yourself up and actually allowing him to see through the snarky remarks and eye rolls. In the dim light of the room, you really were beautiful when your face wasn't full of distain. He cocked his head slighty at the change of atmopshere between you both, for once you weren't letting yourself fight against it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was just...silence.

‘’You going to the party tomorrow?’’ You blurted cracking through the silence, unsure as to why you were even asking him but your tongue was quicker than your brain.

‘’Have to. Are you?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You said softly. He hasn't heard your voice be as soft as that, light and whistful- as if you were contemplating something. Something he couldn't trace his finger on.

——-

Stephen groaned going into the humdrum of people he was indefinitely smarter than, but he just had to grin and bear it. He was sure it was a test to see if you and him had actually made some progress with the self inflicted 'sessions.' It was crowded, lights softly blaring into the massive space the compound provided but his eyes immediately caught attention to you.

Like a beacon. A moth to a flame. He didn't like how immediate it was, the reaction he was having wasn't something familiar. He normally associated you with hatred and sometimes beauty but here...you looked incredible....

But you weren't alone.

Stephen squinted his eyes intently as he found you being chat up by Steve Rogers of all people. Captain fucking America. You were at the bar with him, laughing non chalantly at something he said, baring a million dollar smile in the process. He hasn't seen you this relaxed...ever. Steve was close to you, close in a way that irked him. Stephen attempted to immerse himself in conversations but his gaze always harboured to you and Steve. He frowned slightly when he put a hand around your waist and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek before ultimately leaving you at the bar to entertain everyone else.

Stephen stared at you, your dress was short, hair still retaining its wild nature even though it was obvious you tried to do it up, makeup done naturally, legs on display with impossibly high heels. He didn't like the way he was eyeing you up like a mannequin, he thought he was done for when you caught his gawk.

Stephen staring at you was extremely unnatural, something fairly out of character. You knew Tony was watching you like a hawk so you made this most of this opportunity to convince him that you didn't need any more of these sessions, that you guys were neutral.

Stephen's heart was experiencing tiny palpatations when you swayed over to him and grabbing him by the arm and taking him back to the bar. Your heels were clacking with every step you took. He struggled against you, quietly whispering obscenties at you.

‘’Calm. Down.’’ You snarled as you held onto your drink.

‘’I am calm.’’ He grunted unkindly as he stared into your eyes. Stephen wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at the fact that Steve was touching you or the fact that you were dragging him along like a child.

‘’Tony is watching, so if you want this shit to end then...Get. Along. Okay?’’You gritted between clenched teeth, your smile transparent. Your body was hot with hate and...frustration, but not the normal type of frustration.

You took a quick glance at Stephen. You knew he was looking at you for as long as he's even been here, you weren't sure if it was out of bitter distaste or an even harsher hatred than before. Stephen in a suit was something that you don't see every day, but if he wore it everyday it might be a different story between the both of you. It was haywiring your mind, the way he looked both rugged and classy at the same time was really appealing to you. You tried to shake the thought out of your head, but that little seed was planted in your mind and you were unsure it it was going to go away anytime soon.

‘’Order a drink.’’ You demanded impatiently.

‘’Tell me what to do again and you're dead.’’ Stephen threatened and it was all too serious but for some strange reason the tone in which he said it was slightly attractive. It made a unnerving shiver course down your spine.

You death stared him and it now just made you realise how close you were to him. His glare met yours and you weren't sure what was coursing through the atmosphere, the hate was palpable but there was something else... something you were too scared to identify. You knew the fact that you and Stephen weren't beating each other up was a positive sign that these little sessions were working, Tony would be happy about it. Pelting each other with threats and insults was a healthier alternative.

Stephen ordered his drink and began reluctantly sipping. You clinked your glass against his and raised an eyebrow, his company wasn't too unpleasant and although it was under duress it wasn't the worst.

You still hated him though. He still hated you. So what was going on here? Before Stephen could even think it, you were being dragged away from him.

‘’I hope this was enough to convince Tony. Steve wants me with him right now for some reason.’’ You took the last swig of your drink before ultimately letting out a low chuckle. ‘’One more second with you and I swear I would have killed myself.’’ You blinked up at him, a small smile playing at your lips.

You really couldn't deny that he was attractive, it was objective. It wasn't your own personal opinion. It was just a fact.

Stephen didn't like you being near Steve and now you were going back to him.

He probably thinks he has a chance to fuck you.

Why was he even thinking of such a thing? It was none of his business. Hell, he didn't even like you as a person.

——

You were both in the room again.

It felt different.

Neither of you were talking. Both of your minds were heavy.

The silence was dense and thick, you were both mirroring each others actions the way your arms were crossed.

‘’Enjoy the party?’’ You tried your hand at small talk, his face was stern and gruff as usual but something felt off...and you knew exactly what it was.

‘’No. You?’’ He replied almost immediately.

‘’Never really cared much about parties.’m You subconsciously teased, unsure as to what outcome you would get out of him.

Stephen now knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't think it was possible but it's what he wanted. He really couldn't deny it for any longer. Stephen thought of alternative ways to channel his hatred for you: fucking you. Hard. Until you were crying, it was more than you deserved after all the shit you put him through. You were as irresistable as you were a hard ass. The small smirk on your face was making him clench his hands slightly, you were a tease and you knew you were. Maybe all of this hatred turning into nasty, disrespectful hate sex was inevitable. Stephen was sure he was losing his mind, he wasn't thinking clearly...but the answers to all of his problems were clear as day.

The silence creeped into the atmosphere once more.

‘’You fuck him?’’ Stephen said very curtly, his voice husky, as if he was asking a completely casual question. You were sure you were about to choke on your own surprise and breath. You knew he was talking about Steve, you brightened at the fact he was jealous, slightly aroused at his incredibly direct nature.

‘’Yeah. I liked it. Very…gentle.’’ You smiled, a little bit of your teeth peeking out as you did so. He knew you were being honest about it and he didn't like that, Stephen didn't know he could harbour so much hate for a woman yet get angry at the fact other people wanted her. It was an uncontrollable paradox.

‘’Good for you.’’ Stephen said lowly, it was hard to differentiate if he said it in a tone that was mad, annoyed, sarcastic or anything else. It was just blank.

‘’Tony probably didn't believe our stunt, that's why we're still here.’’ You crossed your legs trying to stifle your arousal.

‘’Don't think it was as bad to when we first started. Is it?’’ Stephen asked with a heavy voice. Why was it was so hot? The way he talked was... doing things to you. The sexual tension couldn't even be cut with a chainsaw.

It was as if prolonged silences were always following you both whenever you were near each other now. It was such a drastic change to when all you would do was scream at each other. Now it was just searching for the right words to speak, but your tongue was forgetting what language to speak in due to the way he was looking at you. Stephen's eyes were the definition of intense heady sex.

You needed to stop thinking about the man you hated in such a way, but how could you stop when he was looking at you like that?

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ You said without thinking.

‘’Anything.’’

‘’Fuck me?’’

Stephen thought he was dreaming, the way something so crude rolled off of your tongue so sweetly was making his mouth water. He was able to keep his stern exterior even though his mind was short circuiting, there was something so inherently wrong with him, with you both. Twisting hatred into heated sexual desire. He wanted it so bad though. So bad it was good. Your face told him you weren't bluffing, the way your thighs were clamping together under the table only reinforced the fact.

He let out a scoff, leaning back in his chair before ultimately getting up and prowling his way to you. It was as if time was being warped, it was so slow but he was finally standing infront of you. You were still sitting down in your seat and from this light he looked more intimating than ever.

Stephen's fingers traced the outlines of your face softly, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the skin; his thumb brushed over your full lower lip.

His gaze eased when your breath caught in your throat.

‘’Rough?’’ He muttered. brows slightly creasing. You nodded, eyes gleaming and bright. ‘’You finally not in control?’’ You nodded again.

His thumb continuously kept brushing your lower lip, you were impulsive and impatient and couldn't take it anymore. You caught his thumb between your pearly white teeth leaving small indents on his skin. He let out a small scoff at your action, so lewd and naughty in your ministrations. Stephen's smirk told all. You began suckling on his thumb and coated it with your saliva, swirling your tongue on it in the process. You finally let him go with a pop, you let out a shaky exhale.

You gasped when he slapped you across the face, you didn't expect it at all.

It felt really really good. Wetness began gushing onto your panties. As your face darted to the side, he brought it back and held your draw tightly in a cupids chokehold. Your eyes were wide in need. Stephen loved that he got you like this. He couldn't wait to show you more.

Stephen helped standing you up and your mouth was open slightly, the air was insanely thick it was unbreathable. Oxygen was replaced with fire. Your mouth slanted against his hard, Stephen's lithe muscle tangling with yours in a fight for control; he was right: you didn't like relinquishing control but in this case you were willing to give in. Stephen's mouth was leading you to places you'd never been, he tasted heavenly. Stephen was drunk off the taste of you, it was apparent by the way his hands wouldn't let go of the sides of your neck. He was the one in charge now.

Something you were sure wouldn't have happened in a million years. But here you both are. Panting and breathing into each others mouths.

Stephen's coarse calloused palms travelled from your neck to your waist as he sat you down on the table. He slotted inbetween your thighs easily, you finally opened up to him after all this time. You smirked slightly as he felt his chest cave slightly, his breathing was slow and heavy only adding to the fiery atmosphere. You were arching into him with every kiss he planted on your addicting lips.

‘’This what you want? Me fucking you on the table?’’ He breathed between kisses. already reaching for the hem of your shirt and taking it off of your body.

‘’Yes.’’ You whined under your breath. You clawed at his back to get his shirt off but he reached behind him and discarded it in one move. His muscles were rippling, the bulk of his biceps were daunting; it only made you that much wetter.

You were his easel, begging for art- undressing you with his voice alone.

Stephen's hands roamed the span of your back, searching for your bra clasp and unhooking it one by one as a means to tease you. His kisses travelled to your neck, leaving goosebumps and blossiming purple bites in his wake.

‘’Fucking tease.’’ You spat out. He was going far too slow for your pleasure. ‘’I said rough you idiot.’’

With that he ripped your bra off of you and discarded it to the other side of the room. His nimble fingers immediately travelled to your pants, he slid them down alongside your underwear. The fact he got you naked this fast was beyond you. Stephen was revelling in your bare body, perfection wasn't even near what you looked like right now. He'd always undress you with his eyes but even he couldn't have envisioned this. You smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body, they were darkening at every moment he had them on you; he grasped at your jaw harshly.

‘’I heard you, baby. You wanted me in control, right? So let me give it to you.’’ Stephen gritted in your ear before suckling on the space below it.

He pushed you down on the table. Hard.

When he fawned over you, your hands immediately slid to grab his face but he stopped you by pinning them back down against either side of your head.

You stifled out a moan as he began kissing and biting from your neck to your collarbone until he reached his final goal of your tits. His mouth devoured them hungrily and all you could do was convulse against him, his teeth tugged at your nipples and wildfire began zipping through your core.

‘’Stephen! P-please!’’ You began trembling under him. Jesus, the man was making you shake. Your ego has been bruised indefinitely.

‘’Open that pretty little mouth again and I'll edge you for weeks.’’ He threatened with a low grumble, he was all too serious and that just made you even wetter.

You gawked at him heavy lidded and dumbfounded as he tugged his pants down, your arms and legs were clinging onto him for dear life. Stephen stroked his dick a few times before swiping up and down your wetness, you were soaked and he let out a low chuckle. He reminded himself of what you said earlier, Steve was 'gentle.

‘’Gentle.’’ He whispered to himself with a laugh as he looked down at your sparkling eyes, he definitely wasn't going to keep himself on a leash. His mocking of Steve Rogers made his ego soar.

Stephen thrusted into you, stretching you out and making a moan rip through your throat. You covered your mouth with your hand to conceal your loud moans.

‘’Let them out.’’ He reassured, pulling your hand away from your mouth. With every stroke, his breath became more heavy.

He set a brutal pace and it made your eyes water, thunderous almost. The tips of your noses were touching as you were gazing intensely and deeply into each others eyes. A tear strayed free and rolled down your cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. The more you clenched, the fast her went.

Jesus fuck, you were gripping onto him so tightly as if you were vacuum sealed to his dick. And with that he was becoming more swift and confident in his movements, fucking you out as if you were his own personal doll.

You were so close to the edge, a stray bite on your jaw was enough to make you lose it. A high pitched pornograhic moan erupted from your mouth and he swallowed it as his lips latched against yours once again. Stephen felt your wetness leak onto him and like the gentleman he was, he finished after you. Painting yours insides a thick white with a gutteral groan.

Panting against your skin, your eyes were lust clouded and wide as he found himself being lost in them. Your pupils darted from feature to feature, your mind was taking a fantastical snapshot of this one moment. The moment in which you experienced post coital bliss and realisation with the man you hated so much for so long. The fact he experienced intense throes of passion with you of all people was messing up his head.

‘’How quickly can you get my clothes?’’ Your eyes were wide in panic as you were sure anyone was about to walk in at any minute.

‘’I'm still in you.’’ Stephen chuckled lowly.

‘’Put your fucking pants up and get my clothes.’’ You demanded hastily but Stephen actually listened to you for once.

It was a liability being like this, but what could he say. He was hoping he would be able to sneak moments like this with you for as long as you had him.

You were starting to think that this was a mistake…now that it started….you'd have him anywhere and you wouldn't be able to stop.

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idk where this shit came from tbh but i spent 4 hours on it help

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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