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thecreelhouse · 21 days
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Paring: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
WC: 14k (i am so sorry)
Summary: What started as friends “helping” one another out, turns into something much more than either of you anticipated. Secrets are revealed, mistakes are made, and confessions are confessed.
This is the 3rd and final part of this lil unnamed roommate trilogy! You can find part one and part two here!
CW/Tags: language, smut, PiV sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), cum play, super brief anal play, free use, praise kink, humiliation kink, switch!steve & switch!reader, cockwarming, choking, jealousy, angst. Lots. Of. Angst., hurt/comfort everywhere, internalized biphobia, weed mention, happy ending i promise!!
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A/N: this took way longer to write than I expected, and apologies for the late post, I had too many technical difficulties 😭 major thanks to @stevenose for hyping this up and helping me on some parts<3 this one’s long as hell, and there’s a LOT going on, but I hope y’all that enjoyed the first two like this one as well. thank you for the support on the others!! <3 title is from a hayley williams’ song by the same name lol.
“Is it weird yet?”
The first time either of you asked the question in the backs of both of your minds, Steve had you bent over the bathroom sink, pulling your hair, forcing you to watch as he railed into you relentlessly.
You can’t remember who asked first, but neither of you answered it. Not out loud, at least. You were too busy moaning Steve’s name to worry about the question.
“Isn’t this kinda weird?”
The question came from you, after Steve came home from a failed date, a failure you silently celebrated. He was in a funk, not expecting anything, but you offered, so how could he say no?
Because turning down the offer of you riding him until he cried—his request, comfortably carried out by you enjoying the mini power trip over your roommate, seemed foolish. You did your best to hide how smug you felt that Steve’s date didn’t work out, so when you offered to cheer him up, and he begged on his knees to touch you, you’d be insane to turn down the opportunity.
“People do this? But that’s… weird, isn’t it?”
 “So… what if you’re not in the mood? ‘Cause I don’t wanna initiate anything when you’re not feeling it. Like, I get that’s the whole point, but I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable—”
You’re laying on Steve’s bed, the morning after fucking around when you got home from the bar. It didn’t last long, with the two of you too drunk, too tired, getting handsy but being clumsy messes while laughing and falling over one another multiple times.
Instead, you fell asleep in his arms, and you wanted to kick yourself for it.
You’ve been trying to distance your feelings from whatever kind of roommates-with-benefits dynamic had appeared between the two of you, but fuck it wasn’t easy.
“What if I wear something specific when I’m cool with it?” You suggest, tugging on the scrunchie on your wrist. “If I have this on my wrist, you’re free to do whatever.”
Steve was leaning against his dresser, arms crossed as his eyes were glued to your figure, barely covered by an old shirt of his while it clung to the softest parts of you.
He wishes you didn’t look so goddamn cute in his clothes.
“Uh— yeah. Yeah, that works, I guess— ” Steve pauses to overthink. Again. “Are you sure this isn’t too weird?”
“Babe,” It slips out, making you stall as you sit up, clearing your throat to brush past it. “If I thought it was too weird, would I be the one to suggest this?”
Steve blushes, in the way where it’s so much red across his face, it blooms to the tips of his ears. He can feel it, brushing his hair over his ears, ignoring the look you give him.
“Right… Uh, so what should I do? Like, to show you I’m cool with it?” Steve’s puzzled on how this even works, or who would find this hot to begin with. Yet with each confession of what turns you on, the quicker it is for him to get harder with every, and probably any fantasy.
“You want a scrunchie too?” Steve rolls his eyes, but it doesn’t dim the red hue across his face. You giggle at how flustered he is while pulling a thin, black hairband from your other wrist, holding it out. “Would this work?”
Hesitantly, Steve takes the hairband before slipping it over his hand. “Okay, but… What if someone says something?”
You snort, “First of all, it’s just an elastic band. People won’t know. And if anyone’s inspecting your wrists that closely, they’re just fucking weird.” He slips it onto the other wrist, the one his watch is always on, hoping it blends in better. “Steve, now I can’t see it.”
He rolls it over his hand before stretching it between his fingers, playfully shooting it back your way. “Fuck it, I won’t use anything.”
“You sure? That’s— what if I did something when you’re not in the mood?”
“I’ll tell you.”
“Immediately?”
“Immediately. I swear.”
You’ve appreciated how easy it’s been to talk about whatever either of you want, or don’t want. This roommates-with-benefits thing might’ve been awkward, still is if you’re being honest, but talking about boundaries from the start with Steve gave one less thing for the two of you to worry about. 
He rubs his jaw, lost in thought. “What’s it called again?”
“Free use, but If you’re not comfortable, or just want it to be one sided, don’t be afraid to tell me.” 
“N- no! ” Steve shouts quickly, immediately embarrassed by how desperate he sounds. “I mean… what’s off limits for you?”
You smirk, twirling the scrunchie between your fingers. “Nothin’. You?”
Steve exhales a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Uh… I wanna say nothing, but… if something happens that I’m not cool with, or you’re not cool with, we can stop, right?”
“Yeah, Stevie. We’re not doing this if either of us aren’t into it. If I do something to you that you don’t like, tell me, okay? It’s just like fucking around any other time, but a lil’ more… exciting.”
With a scoff, he sits next to you on the bed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were bored when we fuck. You never sound like you’re bored when you’re shouting my name.”
You elbow his side, ignoring the way your stomach flips, “Shut up, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How’d you even find out this was a thing?” His curiosity’s going to kill him someday, he just knows it, but he can’t stop himself from asking. “I doubt those romance novels get that filthy.”
“Um…” You retreat into yourself, growing shy. “I might have, like, a teensy tiny stash of some… movies… and stuff.”
Steve’s face lights up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“You? Since when?!” He’s smirking while regret sets in; should’ve kept that one to yourself.  “Wait. Why haven’t I seen you in the back at work?”
Laughing, you admit, “Steve, why the hell would I go where you work to rent porn? I’m not that much of an idiot.”
“Well— I- I wouldn’t make fun of you, y’know.”
Again, you bark out a laugh, “Bullshit, you totally would, especially if you saw wh—” You freeze eyes darting away as your laughter dies in your throat. Steve’s lit up like a fucking city skyline now.
Why, oh why did you have to be cursed with such a big mouth?
“Say it,” He taunts, a smirk growing on his face. “Tell me.”
“Harrington, I’m not telling you a damn thing.”
Steve nods a few times, like he understands, then shoots a mischievous look. “Where’s the tapes?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Neither was your vibrator dying, but look, it brought us to some good things, right?”
“Th- that’s different, Steve.” You can feel your face heating up, your skin prickling as he puts you on the spot, hand resting on your thigh as he studies your expression.
Leaning in, his voice drops low as he asks, “How different are we talkin’?” His palm is warm, long fingers already close to your heat without even trying.
“Steve…” The warning tone in your voice means nothing to him right now; your gaze follows the direction his hand heads in, inching closer to where you want him most. Where you always want him. Where you always need him.
You expect him to stop, but his fingers ghost over your cunt, covered by the sweet, heart-patterned fabric of your panties— his favorite pair. You shiver as he adds some pressure, slowly rubbing along your sensitive core.
“What, did talking about being used like a slut make you wet already?” Steve taunts, chuckling as you roll your hips forward, trying to chase the feeling he’s barely giving you. “Tell me where the tapes are, and I’ll give you what you want.”
You shake your head, biting your lip to hold back any noises that might give him satisfaction and an ego boost. He mocks you with a pout and a whine.
“Well, guess I’ll have to find ‘em myself,” Before you can register what Steve says, he’s out the door and rushing to your room, while you’re left to shake yourself out of the fog of lust he left you in.
“H- hey! Don’t you fucking dare!”
When you make it to your room, Steve’s on his hands and knees, snooping under your bed. “Not there…”
“Steve, please, ju- just drop it.”
“Why?” He’s having way too much fun teasing you like this, but you’re embarrassed, wishing you could take your confession back. He’s casually opening drawers in your dresser, peeking inside each one with no success. “You wouldn’t have told me if you didn’t want me to see.”
 “I— there’s some stuff I wanna keep to myself, I didn’t mean to say anything.” You’re digging your nails into your palms as they roll into clenched fists.
“Thought you liked being humiliated?” When Steve brings it up, it’s part of the teasing, until he looks up to see your uncomfortable body language. He steps away from the drawer he was digging through before making his way to you.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” He comes over to you, cautious as he watches the way your fingers curl into your palms and tense into fists, while you look at the floor, trying not to cry. “I promise I didn’t see anything. And I- I’m sorry for invading your space.”
Steve looks ashamed, and you feel bad. He didn’t know your tears were serious, but you’re already consumed by your own emotions.
You finally look at him, bottom lip curled into a wobbling pout, eyes glassy, “Can I be alone for a bit?”
“You- Yeah, f’course,” Steve automatically wants to comfort you, but he fights it off, just like the time you came home after your awful day, giving you the space you need. “I’ll be…y’know… yeah.”
Steve gently shuts the door behind him, leaving you to cry in the comfort of your own solitude.
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A few hours pass, with Steve spending most of it curled up on the couch, trying to mindlessly watch a movie, but he can’t get his mind off of you. He feels horrible that he didn’t catch onto your emotions earlier. He was hoping you’d come out by now, but you’ve been holed up in your room since you asked him to leave.
In the few moments he wasn’t consumed by his guilt, Steve’s thoughts would be spinning, trying to figure out what was on those tapes that would make you so upset if he saw them. Maybe you were just into kink. He wouldn’t judge you for that, everyone’s got their own… interests. 
What if they contained something violent, or dark? Again, he wouldn’t judge you, but he’d be concerned for you and your safety. Then again, if it’s between two consenting adults, it’s none of his business.
Still doesn’t stop him from wishing it was his business.
All this time, up until the vibrator incident, Steve had every right to believe you were such a sweet, innocent person. Now, he’s not so sure, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Steve’s so wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts, he doesn’t hear you open the door, or walk into the room. Instead, he notices you when you drop a cardboard box on the floor near him, startling him out of his layered overthinking.
“Holy fu— ” He sits up and rubs his eyes before locking his view with yours, heart sinking over how tear stained your face is. How swollen your eyes are. Had you been crying this whole time? “… Hi. What’s— are you— ” Steve’s unsure what to ask first: “what’s in there?” or “are you okay?”
You make it a point to sit on the floor, far from Steve. Crossing your legs underneath you, you’re beginning to pick at your nails nervously, unable to look at him.
“That’s what you were looking for earlier,” You rasp, fighting off another wave of tears. 
Steve’s tempted to rip the box open immediately, but he restrains himself. “Honey, if you don’t want me to see, it’s okay. I had no right to dig around earlier, even if I was just joking. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I- I’m so sorry I did. And if it makes you feel better to keep this to yourself, we can forget about all of this. I’ll never bring it up ever again.”
His sweet, apologetic rambling just makes this heavier for you to bear. You lean into your hands, face buried in your palms as you groan, frustrated. “Steve, sometimes I wish you were a dick, because it’d make shit like this so much easier.”
“What are you talking about?”
“At this point it’s just… look, it’s probably for the best you know about this, since we’re fucking around.” You murmur into your hands. “Let me know when you’re disgusted and want me to move out.”
Steve’s brows furrow, really concerned now. “I’d never… I don’t want you to leave. Why would you think that?” 
You sit up but look away from him, giving a weak gesture towards the box. “You’ll see.”
Again, Steve hesitates, but you look at the box as you still avoid his gaze, nodding in reassurance. “This isn’t a trick, or anything. I’m letting you— I’m showing you what you should know.”
So, carefully, he opens the box’s flaps one by one before peering inside; Steve slides off the couch and to the floor next to the box, pulling out a tape.
It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before; some tacky porno, with sleazy cover art and a corny title. It’s got your standard, generic shot of a man fucking a woman from behind, with her hands bound in front of her and a blindfold over her eyes. 
“This…” He stops himself before finishing with ‘is nothing’, because maybe it’s still a big deal to you. “It’s not worth getting yourself upset over. Why’d you think I’d hate you for this?”
You shake your head. “That’s not the one I’m worried about. I didn’t take anything out, figured I might as well show you everything. Keep going.”
Steve sets the tape on the coffee table before reaching into the box again, pulling out another tape. Similar design layout, but the cover photo is of a woman sitting back, pulling her legs up and back with her, while a man slips a plug into her ass. Steve flips the case over, finding the same couple, positions switched while the woman rims the man.
Steve chokes down a moan, thrown off that you’d be into this, and yet, it’s still not shocking enough to him to warrant kicking you out.
“Y’know this isn’t that bad either, right?”
“Yeah, that’s not the one I’m— you’ll know it when you see it.” You murmur, looking over at Steve, clearing his throat as he adjusts himself on the floor, playing it off like he’s finding a comfy position to sit in. You wish you could tease him over this, but you hold off, knowing he’s going to hate you any minute.
Steve continues plucking tapes out of the box, examining each one, still unsure what would have you so distraught if he were to find out.
Bondage? No big deal. Choking? He kind of figured out you liked that the first time the two of you fucked. It’s common. Free use? You just broke that down for him, so it can’t be what has you upset.
One of the tapes has a few kinks sprinkled throughout; gangbangs, exhibitionism/voyeurism, orgasm denial, femdom—
“Jesus, this one’s got everything, huh?” Steve tries to break the tension, but you don’t laugh. “This… this was the one, right?”
You huff out a mirthless laugh, pulling your knees to your chest before resting your head on them. “I fucking wish, Steve.”
He can’t stand how hard this is hitting you right now. “I don’t need to know, not if it’s going to hurt you. Seriously, it’s your business, whatever it is, and that’s okay. We all have our secrets, right?”
“Jesus fucking christ, Steve.” You scoot over to him and the box, digging to find the one you’re worried about.
“Hey, wait— ” He holds your arms softly, looking into your cry-worn eyes, only making your bottom lip quiver again. “Seriously, you don’t… whatever you’re hiding isn’t for me to know, clearly. And I’m not going to take something that personal to use as leverage to kick you out— why would you even think that? I love living with you. No weird kink is gonna change that.”
The last part almost makes you laugh. Almost.
You wish the way he said he loves living with you didn’t make your stomach flip, either. Any other conversation, that'd be one of the sweetest things he’s ever told you, but you know that’s going to change once he’s too disgusted with you.
When Steve stopped you, your hands had already grabbed the tape. You pull it out, tossing it on the table before pushing yourself back, away from him as you anticipate the worst.
He’s quiet for a bit as you watch his eyes fall on the cover, taking in every detail, flipping it over to read whatever the corny summary says. He looks back at you and just shrugs.
Steve just fucking shrugs.
“Threesomes are… not a big deal. Like, at all.” He doesn’t say this to belittle you or your feelings, more to assure you that there’s worse to worry about than liking porn about threesomes.
You start crying again, silently, as you hug your knees to your chest again. “God, Steve, please don’t make me spell it out.”
As his brows furrow while looking over the tape again, he gives another shrug. “I feel stupid— ”
“You’re not stupid, I promise. I’m just scared to say it out loud to you.”
“Okay, two girls, one guy, having consensual sex together. I genuinely don’t g— ” It hits him, and he feels a little sick, not from your silent confession, not from the topic itself, but the fact he didn’t get it sooner. He hates how he dragged this out, only making you more upset. “... Oh.”
You’re not straight. You clearly still like men, but attraction doesn’t stop there for you. He glances down into the box, finding another tape, one of just two women together. It looks like the one peeking out under that is similar, too.
“Yeah. Yep, okay, there it is.” You push off the floor to your feet, sniffling. “Well, it was cool being friends and… whatever the fuck, but I’ll pack and get myself out as soon as I can.”
Steve scrambles to get up, following you down the hall as you head towards your room, beating you to the doorway. He stops in the frame, blocking you from retreating to the bedroom.
“We’re talking about this. You can’t just… you can’t just drop that and expect me to brush it off, or be disgusted with you. Neither are happening.” Steve’s tone is firm, but everything he says is with care. Your eyes well up with inevitable tears. “Hey, honey, look at me.”
You try pushing past him, but he refuses to let you in. “Stevie, p- please— ”
“No, enough with the hiding. I know this is scary to talk about, but please, don’t shut me out.” He moves into your room, gently pulling you in with him to sit on your bed. “Can I be cheesy and thank you for sharing something so personal? That’s not easy for anyone, but you still did. Even if you thought you had to, that took guts.”
You reach for a pillow to cry into, and Steve doesn’t stop you, just lightly hangs his arm across your shoulders. You lean into him instantly, hugging the pillow for a moment before abandoning it, wrapping your arms around him instead.
“I thought you’d hate me,” Your voice is so small and shattered; it kills Steve that your fear has been weighing so heavy on your mind and heart. “That’s why I was so scared for you to find the box.”
“Nothing could ever make me hate you, angel. I’m sorry I caused so much stress for you.” He hugs you tighter, wishing he could take back these last few hours.
“It’s not like you knew. I’m not mad at you, Steve. I should’ve told you sooner.”
That shouldn’t make Steve huff out a laugh, but it does. The noise he makes turns into a silent, shoulder shaking laugh as he holds you. You’re so confused.
“Steve, what the fuck? You just told me— th- this- none of this is funny.”
He tries to control his laughter, and he does, but only for a moment. A quick pause to kiss your forehead. You push him back, reading his expression, still bewildered.
”I’m sorry, I— ” He runs a hand through his hair as he stifles his laughter, more successful this time. “— lemme grab something quick, okay?” Steve doesn’t wait for an answer, just gets up and rushes to his room, snickering a few times to himself. You’re left baffled.
What the fuck just happened? And what the hell is so funny?
There’s sounds of some movement floating out of Steve’s room, soft grumbles of “where the hell did I put that?” and “jesus this is heavy”, making you smile, ever so slightly. He’s only gone for a moment before he returns with an old milk crate, carrying VHS tapes and magazines, it looks like.
Steve sets it on the bed next to you. “This… this is funny.”
Your brows furrow, still trying to understand what the hell he’s talking about.
“You can look, y’know.”
Most of the content is tacky porn, just like yours, mostly straight couples—
Wait.
You’re about to grab a tape, one similar to the film you showed Steve; another threesome porno, but this one has two men, one woman. It doesn’t take you more than a second to get it.
You snap your head up to look at him, holding the tape up, lost for words. “Are you— shut up. You’re joking.”
Steve leans back against your headboard, hands behind his head, almost appearing smug, but he just finds the coincidence really fucking funny. Sure enough, he starts laughing again. It’s not cruel, nor does it have a sharp edge. It’s just his usual warm, sweet laugh.
“I’d never joke about this. I swear.” His smile is like sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds on a stormy day, making you feel comfortable, happy, even. You’re not alone in this, you don’t have to be. Feelings aside, Steve proves time and time again how thoughtful and kindhearted he is as a friend; a completely different person from who he tried so hard to be back in high school.
“You didn’t have to tell me— n- not that I’m upset you did, just hope I didn’t pressure you to say something by being such a crybaby.”
“No, no way. When you said you should’ve told me sooner, I figured well, shit, I might as well come out to you, too.” Steve admits, “Honestly, I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but I was scared you’d hate me.”
Your heart sinks; why does coming out have to be such a nerve-wracking event? Sometimes even dangerous if you confide in the wrong person. You’re grateful that’s far from the case here.
“I could never hate you, Steve. Never ever.” Though sincere, your attention falls back on the crate, eyes dancing over all of the tapes and magazines when a certain photo sticks out like a sore thumb.
He notices the way you pause, eyes falling on the familiar white border of a Polaroid, peeking out among the mess of filth. He lunges to grab it, but you beat him to it. Your jaw drops with a gasp at the lewd image.
“Steve, this is— ” He reaches out to grab it, but you push back, stumbling as you stand before rushing across the room, Polaroid in your hands. You stare at the photo in awe.
Striding across the room, Steve makes his way to you, about to grab the photo from your grip, “Give it back— ” You hide it behind your back while you’re against the wall, tucked in the corner with a smirk.
“Fuck no, this is karma for making me cry,” You giggle, causing relief to wash over Steve. He’s not even mad about this. He’s just happy to hear you laughing after today. You spin around, head ducked against the wall, studying the photo. “You’re so pretty on your knees, Stevie.”
Steve ignores how your comment makes his stomach flip, sneaking his hands around you to snatch the photo back. Eyes rolling, he jokingly grumbles, “Yeah, yeah, you had your fun.” You twirl around, attempting to grab it back, but he effortlessly holds it high above your head. He tries playing off the blush that rises up his neck and to his cheeks over your comment.
You can’t help thinking, How’d you even fit that into your mouth?
Steve chokes on air, eyes wide, “W- what?”
Apparently, you think out loud now.
“M’sorry,” You whisper, cringing at yourself. Steve just shakes his head as he clears his throat between laughs. He ends up sitting at the edge of your bed, tugging you closer to him, hands in yours.
Glancing up, he locks eyes with you while softly asking, “Are you disgusted by me?”
You stare at Steve, unsure if he’s joking or serious. “What? Because you’re not straight? No way, why would you even ask— ”
He holds his arms out with a lazy shrug. “There ya’ go, there’s my answer to you, too.” It takes a minute for you to understand what he means.
Why does he always have to be a smug little shit when he’s right?
“Okay, wait. Why the fuck were either of us worried? We’re both still friends with Robin, even after she came out.” You and Steve lock eyes before bursting out into laughter. 
“It- it’s different when it’s just a friend!”
“Thought we were just friends.” Steve forces a teasing tone to his words, but maybe you’d answer differently this time.
“Well, yeah, but— it’s different since we’re fucking.”
So much for that.
It’s silent for a beat before Steve mutters, “We’re both morons.”
You smirk, “Now, that picture on the other hand, disgusts me,” Steve’s smile falters, your words making him nervous. “Because it looks like you’re totally better at deepthroating than I am.”
His jaw drops, face flushing red. “Okay, listen—” 
“That’s a compliment, I promise!” 
“Uh-huh, sure.”
Steve plucks the scrunchie on your wrist back, letting go to softly snap against your skin. “This still okay?” Your breath hitches as you nod, feeling a hand slide to the small of your back, bringing you even closer to him. 
“You- you don’t have to ask, that’s the whole point,” You rasp, trying to suppress the breathy, light groan threatening to break. 
“Oh, I know,” Steve gets up, smirking down at you over how flustered you look. “Just wanted to make sure.” He slides past you to reach for the crate of filth before leaving the room.
Resisting the urge to let out a disappointed groan, you mutter under your breath, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I’m not,” Steve quips as he walks by your room. Now you groan dramatically, and he just laughs while making his way down the hall.
Two can play that game.
You find Steve in the kitchen, looking around in a drawer, until you come up behind him and slam it shut. Startled, he jumps, and you take the opportunity to flip him around to face you, hands grabbing his hips before pinning him to the counter.
“Whoa— ” Steve’s eyes are wide at the abrupt maneuver, “—what are y- you- oh, shit.”
In the blur of manhandling him, Steve didn’t realize his pants are already around his ankles, not until you begin stroking him slowly. He grips the edge of the counter as a shuddered breath slips out, watching you from under hooded eyes. 
You spit onto his length, coating his skin for a smoother glide, one that makes his hips buck roughly, challenging the grip you still have on one of them. When he settles down, you lick slowly along the underside of his cock, eyes locked on his as your tongue makes its way to the base, then down to his balls. 
As you begin lapping and sucking, Steve’s head falls back against the cabinet, a classic move you usually make; halfway through one of the prettiest moans he’s made yet , he grumbles an “Ow, what the fuck?”
Naturally, you laugh, but with him in your mouth, the sensation of your muffled sound replaces his ruined moan with another. “Fuck, fuck— honey, I- god, I need you.”
His words bring you back to his shaft, one hand toying with his balls, while another reaches around to squeeze his ass, all while you take him into your mouth fully. “H- ohmyfuckinggod,” Steve’s face contorts into an expression at the crossroads of being pained and absolutely blissed out.
While you bob up and down on his cock, making him rasp out an airy cry when he hits the back of your throat, your hand on his backside inches towards his taut, sensitive hole. 
He shivers, overstimulated by all three of your actions, “H- hey, angel, you… fuck… y’don’t gotta do th—” His words die on his lips, replaced by a throaty groan as your finger gently circles the tight ring; you moan around him, and he’s a goner, spilling into your throat without much warning.
You were going to leave him with a ruined orgasm, but another idea pops into your head.
“Fuck, fuck m’so sorry,” He’s babbling apologies as his hands fly to your head, holding you down onto his cock, still using your mouth as a personal cum dump. His chest heaves as his high winds down, hands letting up on your head, too.
Back on your feet, you kiss him roughly, but as he allows you in, you’re swapping spit with cum; surprised, he whines into your mouth as he pulls you against him, kissing back with a desperate, pathetic fervor. His fingers dig into your hips, tongue gliding along yours while he tastes himself. As you break the kiss, you murmur against his lips, glistening with the lewd slick, “Swallow.”
With a wicked smile, you step back and watch as he follows your command, adam’s apple bobbing before his mouth falls open with heavy pants.
You stretch up to kiss his cheek, whispering, “Good boy,” before turning on heel, leaving the room quiet, and a breathless Steve who feels filthy.
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The next day, you’re up early to catch up on some priorities, including some chores. You’ve got your headphones on while vacuuming, bopping around and (poorly) singing along to I Wanna Dance With Somebody while sweeping the hallway. Both the music and high pitched, droning suction of the vacuum block out any sound, especially Steve sneaking up behind you.
In one swift motion, he pulls your shorts down and pushes into you immediately. The surprise stretch makes you cry out in a little bit of agony, and a whole lotta’ bliss. You’ve got one hand on the nearest wall, while the other keeps you balanced on the vacuum handle as he lifts your leg to go deeper.
Steve rips your headphones off, “Are you always this fucking wet?”
You can’t answer, not with words, not when every and any thought has been fucked out of your head already. All you can do is whimper as your eyes roll back further with each rough slam into you.
The harder he thrusts, the closer you move to the wall, until you’re completely shoved against it. One hand wraps around your hip, the other tangles into your hair to pull you out and bend you over even more. All that holds you up is the wall against your chest, shoulders, and head, along with his grip, departing from their original spots to tug your arms behind your back and restrain them.
“Stevie…” 
“This what y’wanted? With your gross, little fantasy?”
You shake your head— not the easiest when you’re shoved against the wall— pouting, and Steve immediately slows down, almost completely. “What’s wrong?”
“More,” is all you can rasp out.
“More… what?” Ever so slowly, he begins to move again. It’s still not enough.
“H- harder,” You murmur, and Steve mockingly hums in understanding, shoving himself to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 
“Was that it?” He’s asking but he knows the answer.
“Faster,” Your needy little whine is just what he wanted to hear.
His pace picks up, unforgiving while railing into you, “That’s my girl.” 
It doesn’t take much longer for Steve to climax, leaving you dripping, without release as he pulls out, satisfied. He swipes two fingers between your folds before they slip inside you, pushing his cum back into your entrance, laughing cruelly at the way you clench around him and groan tiredly. 
Steve pulls his fingers out and brings them to your face, tapping your lips with the sticky, pearly slick covered fingers. “Open.” You obey, and gag as he shoves his fingers back farther. They slip back out, and he squeezes your face, mocking you from the night before, “Good girl.”
As he retreats to his room, you’re left alone, still an aroused mess, barely holding yourself up against the wall while trying to catch your breath.
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In the last few weeks, you’ve grown more comfortable with less clothing around Steve at home. He’s not complaining, especially later that night, when Steve watches you pass his room with the infamous vibrator in hand. Your outfit of a comfy bralette and shorts earns a double take from him.
“Hey, where ya’ goin’ with that?” He smirks at the bothered look on your face, probably still wound up from being used like a toy earlier, abandoned without your own climax.
“Shut up, Steve.” You grumble, but still stop in his doorway, flicking the switch on the wand on and off. Nothing happens, and you pout. “I think it died.”
“So… put new batteries in?”
“No, it’s like, dead dead. This was the third round of new batteries I put in, and still, nothin’.” You sigh with a shrug, “Eh, good riddance, I guess.”
You’re about to leave when Steve murmurs, “Not like you need it now.” Your face heats up and something pulls in your lower stomach.
“I mean… I do.” You walk away, and Steve follows you out the door.
“Huh? Why? You’ve got me.” It’s supposed to be a teasing joke, but it comes out more sincere than Steve intended.
“I- I’m not gonna just expect you to be in the mood whenever I am and need to… y’know.” Flipping the garbage can lid open, you drop the defunct sex toy into the trash. “Thanks for the memories, you stupid, janky wand.”
Steve snickers, “Yeah, the best memory being the day you needed my help.”
Ignoring him, you grab a glass from one of the cabinets, heading to the sink, but he leans against the edge to block you from the faucet.
Steve smirks; this could be fun. “And no, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
“See, that’s why I like my vibrator. It can’t sass back like a certain someone.”
“There’s many ways to shut a certain someone up.” You shove Steve aside and he scoffs. “Alright, well, next time you need to get off, don’t come crying to me.”
When he leaves, he ends up in the living room, turning the TV on before flopping onto the couch.
You frown and crinkle your brows as you shut the faucet off, muttering in a mocking tone, “Don’t come crying to me. Blah blah blah.”
“Heard that,” Steve flips you off, and from where you’re standing in the kitchen all you see is his arm shooting up above the couch, making you giggle. 
“Wasn’t trying to hide it.” You shuffle over to the couch, about to sit on the opposite end of Steve, but he lets his arms fall open lazily, looking at you expectedly. “What?”
“C’mere,” He whines, forcing a pout. 
You narrow your gaze, setting your glass on the table. “My vibrator wasn’t this needy, either.”
Steve leans forward, grabbing your hand as he pulls you back down near him. You yelp, landing next to him, fidgeting a bit to get comfortable. “Yeah, well, your vibrator wasn’t this hot, so is it really that much of a loss?” His arm hangs over your hip, while the other reaches for your back; he traces mindless patterns along your exposed skin, prickling as you shiver.
With your back to the TV, its glow slips over you and onto Steve, illuminating his features as the two of you grow into a comfortable silence, as your hands lazily wander his body. It’s only sweet, gentle caresses from the both of you, something you wish you could get used to. Something, a small, mundane detail you wish the two of you had in a relationship. 
Except, there is no relationship, and you have to remind yourself often you can’t become more attached and attracted to Steve than you already are.
You’re just friends.
“This is… kinda nice,” He murmurs as you duck your head under his chin, cuddling closer.
Just friends. Just friends. Just friends.
“Y’know, if you ever just wanted to, like, hang out like this… I’m cool with it if you are.”
“‘Hang out’, I didn’t know cuddling had a new name,” He softly teases, embracing your frame. “Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask you something, you got a minute?”
“No, Harrington, I’m actually late for a meeting at…” You turn over to read the wall clock, glancing back at Steve, “… 8:36 p.m. We can reschedule for tomorrow though!”
“You’re the worst.”
“But I’m the best at being the worst, right?”
He doesn’t answer, just gives a drawn out, exasperated sigh before letting his head fall forward, onto your shoulders while he sneakily pushes his pants down. Just enough to free himself. He rests there for a few moments before he pulls the fabric of your shorts aside, teasing the head of his cock at your entrance. You whimper and push back against him right as he guides himself into you. The stretch, as always, renders you silent as you adjust to his size.
“Is this what I have to do when you won’t shut up?” His arm winds around your neck, bringing your back flush against his chest; he’s not choking you, but when his arm flexes around your throat, your walls constrict around him. “Yeah, thought so.”
You wait, but no movement comes. No rocking his hips into you, no slow, teasing thrusts; Steve just lays behind you, buried deep in you, enjoying the way you squirm.
“I wanted to get you off to make up for earlier, y’know, just trying to be a good friend,” The last two words came out with an edge. “Trying to reward you for being such a good little fuck toy,” His arm tightens a bit, adding the tiniest bit of pressure; you throb around him, shuddering. “But now, I think you can just keep me warm instead.”
“Steve, please… I- I‘ll be good, I’ll be so good,” You babble, desperate for some kind of movement, some kind of friction, anything. He tightens his hold on you a little more, laughing breathily into your ear as you try moving. You gasp, “Touch me, p- please?”
“I’m already touching you.”
“That’s not what I mean!” You’ve got a short fuse when he riles you up just to drag out the teasing.
Just like the first time, neither of you know when to quit.
“Okay, so what do you mean?”
Whether it’s from the teasing now, or being used earlier. Maybe it’s both, mixed with the feelings you have for Steve that are getting too overwhelming. Whatever the case, you get pissed off enough to touch yourself instead.
“I didn’t say— ”
“I don’t fucking care what you didn’t say, if you’re not gonna do it, I will.”
Sometimes the tension makes you mean, and it’s something Steve likes, but refuses to admit, with his words, at least.
His throbbing cock inside of you, on the other hand, has no problem telling the truth.
“Well, fine, guess you don’t need me then,” Steve’s arm loosens from your neck as he begins to slip out, but with all of your strength, you reach back to hold him in place. It’s an awkward position, sure to make your arm sore tomorrow. You open yourself up a little more, throwing a leg back over his.
“You’ve been teasing me non-fucking-stop, asshole. Least you can do is stay while I get off.” Your fingers try finding a satisfying pattern to tease your clit with, but you’ve been so spoiled with your stupid toys, and Steve, it doesn’t feel the same. Doesn’t feel as good.
You can feel the smirk Steve makes as he leans against your shoulder, looking over to watch your hand and fingers struggle to keep you blissed out.
“Aw, honey, is it too hard for you?” He kisses the back of your shoulder, then slowly makes his way with more up your neck. Your breath shudders as you clench around Steve, just from his words alone. “Doesn’t feel as good as that toy, huh?”
You can feel hot tears begin to surface; you’re angry that you can’t make yourself feel good, angry that he’s taunting you after trying to take over and show him you didn’t need him.
But you do need Steve, and that’s been fucking with you so much since the first time the two of you kissed. That alone had you soaked, but right now, your own fucking hand isn’t cutting it, and you’re angry at how embarrassing this is.
Sure doesn’t stop Steve from humiliating you, though. “Doesn’t feel as good as my hands, hm?”
You bite your lip, holding back groans of frustration, but Steve can feel how tense you are.
“Must not feel the same as my tongue. Not even close,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing the skin behind it, then back down to your jaw. “No way those fingers can ever feel like my cock.” He nips at your jawline, “I bet you can’t get rid of that ache between your legs, not without my help. You need me, don’t you?”
Steve slides his hands onto your chest, tugging the bralette down before roughly, yet slowly, grabbing you. He pinches your nipples, enjoying the view of you arching into his touch, whimpering as your hand slows down on yourself, defeated. 
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what, Steve?” You spit through gritted teeth. He grabs your face to bring your attention to him. Something flashes across his eyes at the sight of you near tears, not lust, not desire, but you can’t figure out exactly what it is. 
“That you need me.” You tighten around him, already giving your answer. He smirks, but again, something’s hidden behind that dominant exterior, past the pleasure over humiliating you. 
What the fuck is he hiding?
“I d- don’t,” You lie, but your wobbling pout gives you away immediately.
“Angel, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can help you.”
You’ve abandoned touching yourself completely, exhausted and embarrassed. Holding one another’s gaze, there’s a softness in Steve’s eyes that makes you finally break. “I- I need you, Steve. Please?”
One hand still teases your nipple while the other slides down, down, down, reaching your waistband before he pulls out completely, causing you to whine in protest.
“Hang on, angel,” He pulls your shorts off completely, leaving you bare before gently sliding back into you, groaning, “Wanted t’really feel you.”
Sex with Steve has usually been rough, or fast, or both. It’s usually needy with desperation to get off. Sometimes there’s a fantasy one or both of you want to fulfill.
This… this is different. Just like the look Steve held, you can’t figure out what is different, but it’s not bad.
In fact, you might like this the most.
“You want me to move?” Steve asks, and it’s not cocky. It’s not the demeanor he was teasing you with before. 
“I don’t— do whatever, just need you to touch me,” Your whining is pathetic, but at least he finally reaches down to where you need him. His fingers slide between your folds, groaning when he meets the slick of your arousal. He’s slow, not painfully slow, rather careful as he thrusts into you. It’s soft, and you can feel every inch of him, really feel him.
“This okay?” His breathy question is just above your ear while he kisses along the shell of it.
“So, so okay.” This position might be your favorite, with the way he’s so deep in you, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head as he fills you completely. You lean back into him, and he takes one look at you before leaning in to kiss you, like he knew what you were silently asking for.
It’s soft, languid, the kind of kisses that make you squirm with a certain need, one he’s fulfilling right now.
Pulling back, his lips barely touch yours when he teases, “You’re s- so tight… y’really like it soft, huh?”
You only answer with a nod and a whimper, leaning in to kiss him again, but he moves back with a smirk. It’s not taunting, for once. He’s just really enjoying how turned on you are right now. How much he’s turning you on.
“I like it w- when we— god, fuck— when it’s…” You’re struggling to find the right words, fucked out already. Steve still watches you, listening intently as he can feel your walls pulse around him “… Intense, but this is s- so— oh!”
It’d almost be embarrassing how fast he can push you over the edge, but it feels far too good to care. You shake against him, tensing up as your head lolls back against his chest, jaw dropped in a silent moan. Then, it finally slips out, and it’s loud.
“Good girl,” Steve murmurs, kissing your temple. “Doing so— fuck— s- so good for me.”
Before you can even rest, he convinces you to let him keep going, give you more pleasure, murmuring how you’re ‘his girl’, how you can take one more, just ‘one more’.
By the third round, Steve’s question is long forgotten by both of you.
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“Why am I taking the backroads again?”
“It’s a… nicer ride. Just trust me.”
Steve drove along the lonely, winding road. The sunset began to blanket the sky in hues of oranges, purples, and pinks. 
“Okay, but… you know it’s a longer drive this way, right?”
You’re leaning over the seat to unzip his pants, and Steve freezes, but not before hitting the gas by accident. He only speeds up a little before catching himself. “Are you trying to kill us?!”
“I only touched your pants. Are you really that sensitive?”
“I- I just didn’t expect it— I’m driving and trying to be safe.”
“Yeah, and I bet you look both ways before making a turn, too.”
“I do!”
You pull his cock out, half hard already, and waste no time leaning down to lick up the precum already beginning to seep out.
“H- hey!”
You pull off. “What? Don’t want this? I can stop.”
“This- it’s just— unsafe.”
“Is that your only complaint?”
“Well… yeah, I gu— shit- ” Steve tries suppressing a moan as you take him in completely without hesitation, and the sound that leaves him just sounds strangled and pained. He white knuckles the steering wheel while your eyes water, gagging around him.
Not a soul to be found on the roads, and Steve’s still nervous he’ll hit something. Or someone. But you’re humming around him, and making these sweet, little gagging noises, he has to remove a hand from the wheel to pull you off of him.
With his strong hand, he yanks you back, still focusing on driving. “I thought you’d like this,” You pout, backing off as you settle back in your seat. “I’m sorry.”
“I do, but I- I think I like it a little too much. As much as I want you to finish, I need to make sure we get to Robin’s... Um, alive.”
“Okay, well… What are y’gonna do about that,” You point to his crotch, cock still hanging out of his pants, flushed red with need with precum still pearling at the tip.
Steve sighs, exhaling roughly through his nose, thinking for a moment as he drives on. He mutters a quick ‘fuck it’ before grabbing you by the hair to pull you back onto him. He doesn’t miss the mischievous smirk that flashes on your face before he shoves your mouth onto his cock.
“You— mnfph— that’s it, just— oh, g- god— relax, angel, relax that p- pretty throat f’me,” His cock twitches against your tongue, making you moan. “Wish I could fuck your face right now.”
Popping your mouth off of Steve, he catches a quick glance of your lips covered in your spit and some of his own mess, “Fuck…” You wrap your hand around his length, stroking him slowly.
“Kinda wish we did this on the highway instead,” You murmur as your lips attach to his neck, sucking the sensitive skin softly. Steve’s eyes almost flutter shut, but he forces himself to grip the wheel and keep his eyes on the road. “It’d be kinda hot, huh? Trying to do this without gettin’ caught.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Soooooo… If I keep going, can you finish before we get there?”
Steve’s answer comes in the form of his hand on your head, twisting his fingers into your hair before shoving you back down on his cock.
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It’s under an hour since you and Steve got to Robin and Vickie’s new place, where she said it’d just be a small, casual housewarming party, and two things have you incredibly bothered right now:
This party is anything but small— you didn’t think Robin even cared about this many people to invite them over.
Steve’s kissing someone else right now.
While wandering around to find Steve and ask if you could leave early, you stumbled upon Steve playing goddamn tongue hockey with someone else.
If it happened when you and Steve were just friends, you’d be happy for him, genuinely. Hell, even if the two of you were FWBs and you had no feelings for him, you’d be thrilled he felt comfortable enough to kiss someone tonight that wasn’t a cis woman.
Shit, you’d even be a solid wing-woman and cheer him on for any action. Yet your feelings for him just turned it all into envy. Nothing but envy coursing through your veins. You had no right to say anything in the first place, because it’s not like the two of you were actually together.
It still didn’t settle your jealousy, or the overthinking triggered by the mixed signals he’s given over the last few weeks. The audacity, too, for Steve to pull this only hours after you fucked… just one hour after you gave him road head—
Yeah, you had to leave, ASAP.
“Hey, where ya’ goin’?!” Robin slurred after you, too drunk to get up and check if you were okay.
So you just call over your shoulder, “This was fun, but I gotta go home!” And you knew damn well you weren’t fooling anyone with the way your voice wavered; you hoped everyone was too drunk or distracted.
The front door creaked open as you hurried down the porch steps, relieved to breathe some fresh air, at the very least. The soft song of the crickets in the woods kept you company.
Your arms are crossed over your chest, shielding yourself from the breezy spring air. You wish you didn’t leave your jacket in Steve’s car, but this was better than having to see him kiss someone else.
Until a familiar BMW pulls up alongside you on the empty street. 
Harder to shake than a cold.
Rolling the window down, Steve calls out, “Angel, why are you trying to walk home?”
“Don’t you have a throat to shove your tongue down, or something?”
Steve taps the breaks as he mutters, “Fuck.”
“Surprised y’all didn’t do that, either.” You continue on, and he continues following you in the car.
“Please, just let me drive you back? Don’t have to talk to me or anything.”
“No thanks, I can get home on my own just fine.”
Steve hits the breaks, sighing as he throws the car in park. He steps out of the car, leaning on the roof. “Yeah? What direction is home?” You spin around, walking backwards as you throw your arms out, exasperated. 
“Fuck you, Steve.”
He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to say some stupid shit like “Already did”; riling you up wasn’t the answer right now. You angrily point in the direction you’ve been walking, continuing on with all the confidence in your body. 
“Try again.” His remark makes you whip around, flipping him off, before marching on in the wrong direction again. 
Okay, he deserved that, at the very least.
Steve jogs to catch up to you, though it’s not like you made it very far, stumbling over your own feet. You’re about to lose your balance when Steve makes it to you, just in time, catching you mid-fall.
“Alright, c’mon,” He groans as he attempts to get you stable on both feet, before slinging your arm around his shoulders, and yours around his waist. He guides you back to the car, not giving into your little grumbles and protests as he helps you into the passenger seat.
An agonizing silence settles between the two of you on the ride home, and you’re not sure if you can break the silence without crying. So you don’t. Steve has no problem speaking up first anyway, otherwise, the silence will just send his anxiety skyrocketing.
“I’m sorry,” He sounds sincere, as always. He tears his eyes from the road for a moment to glance at you, only feeling worse when he can really see how hurt you are. “I didn’t… I didn’t think it was like… that. With us, I mean. And I’m sorry.”
“S’fine,” Your voice wavers with weakness, “I know what this was. I- I knew what we were getting into. If anyone should apologize, it’s me, ‘cause I had no right getting jealous.”
Steve forgets his response immediately, pausing a moment to take your words in.
“You were jealous?” He almost sounds pleased to hear you admit this.
Oh, god fucking dam—
“….. No?”
“You literally just said you got jealous.”
“I- I don’t— shut up. You misheard me.”
“Oh, I did?” Steve Harrington can be such a smug and snarky motherfucker sometimes. “What’d you say then? Just wanna make sure I hear you correctly this time, honey.”
You fire back, “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Should I just call you a brat instead?”
“You know what, Steve?” You glance over and he’s still smirking like an asshole. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the ride. Or the rest of the night.”
His face falls. “Why not?”
You don’t answer, just cross your arms and tilt your view to the window, watching the world pass by.
“Are you really gonna shut me out? Over this?”
Again, you hold back any responses. Let him dig his own grave at this point.
“You’re the one who kept saying we’re just friends.” As he reminds you, his fingers are clutching the wheel tightly, eyes glued to the road. “You’re the one—“
“No, Steve. You are the one who said from the start friends can fuck around. You said ‘what are friends for?’ after you went down on me.”
So much for your petty silence.
“You continued it! You said ‘this is what good friends do for each other’, and that fuckin’ around is just helping each other out. How was I supposed to know you wanted more?”
Steve had a point. You tried lying to yourself that you ended up sending the wrong signals his way. 
“I— Look, I’m sorry I kissed someone else. And this doesn’t excuse hurting you, but did you ever think maybe I was doing my best not to fall for you?” As he pulls up to the apartments, he sinks into his seat, sighing. “I should’ve been honest from the start, or maybe should’ve ran out for batteries instead of fucking around with you and both of our feelings to begin with. I’m sorry.”
You’re exhausted and intoxicated, out of energy to continue this. Unable to look at Steve, you mutter, “Can we just… talk about this tomorrow?” There’s no chance for him to answer, because you’re already out of the car and making your way through the lobby and to the stairs. 
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Steve took his time returning to the apartment, wanting to give you space, but also in case he got upset enough to cry, too.
He was so, so fucked, and now… he fucked everything up. Sure, you didn’t make it crystal clear how you felt about Steve when you could’ve so much earlier. But it’s not like he did any better.
When he enters the shared space, everything’s dark, and quiet. He figures you went to sleep, since your bedroom’s door is closed. To his shock, though, he finds you asleep in his bed.
Maybe you mistook his bed for yours while being drunk and tired. Steve’s unsure if he should sleep on the couch, to give you more space. But maybe you fell asleep here purposefully. Or maybe you waited here for him and eventually passed out, too tired and upset to keep yourself awake.
You’re half covered by the blankets, wearing only your panties and his shirt again, the one you’ve practically stolen at this point. Steve notices your scrunchie still on your wrist, the subtle symbol you’d give if you were in the mood for free use play. He also notices the way your skin is prickling up; you’re definitely cold, but you’re too drunk to wake up and do something about it.
Steve reaches down and slips the scrunchie over your wrist, setting it on the nightstand, then pulls the covers over you. Immediately, you curl into the blankets, making the softest hum of contentment, falling deeper into sleep. 
Or so he thought.
As he changes and strips just to his boxers, Steve hesitates, questioning again if he should sleep here, or the couch. Consumed by trying to make the best choice, mainly for you, your hand reaches out and grabs his leg weakly.
“Stay?”
Your eyes are red, both from exhaustion and crying. Steve feels awful.
He also can’t pass up an opportunity to tease you lovingly. “Honey, I appreciate the invite, but this is my room.” Your hand lifts to flip him off. “Yeah, there she is.” He huffs a quick laugh out, before double checking, “Are you sure you want me to stay? I- I can give you space if you need.”
“I need you, not space.” You roll to the other side of the bed, throwing the covers back. “Please?”
Steve felt his heart ache; this wouldn’t make the dreaded conversation any easier by morning, but he didn’t want to say no, because in some backwards way, the two of you need one another right now.
He crawls in next to you, pulling the covers back up over both of you. He holds himself back from reaching out for you, an action that’s become second nature over the last few weeks.
Instead, he asks, “Can I hold you?” Steve hates the way his voice cracks with longing, giving away how awful he felt. For himself. For you. For the both of you. It wasn’t supposed to end up in this strange suspension between lust and love. It should’ve stayed a one time thing, if at all.
Only silence comes from your side of the bed as you’re already falling back asleep. Steve turns over and hopes sleep can come that quick for him, too.
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When morning arrives, you wake up peacefully, naturally, and with a major headache. 
“Fucking christ.”
You roll over, realizing the other side of Steve’s bed is empty.
Wait. Why am I here?
You didn’t forget last night, but you can’t come up with a good reason as to why you decided to fall asleep in Steve’s bed instead of your own. Not a justifiable reason in sight after the car ride home.
Blinking a few times as you adjust to the bright light, something on the nightstand catches your eye.
It’s a note, with a water bottle and your cute little pipe with a packed bowl. A smile joins your features as you read the note. 
hey, angel. figured you might need these for the rough hangover. 
if you still wanna talk when I get home, we can. if not, we can do whatever makes you feel comfortable about us. either way, you better stay hydrated today. or else. not sure what the ‘or else’ is yet, but I mean it. drink your damn water.
— steve ♡
While the note, the tiny heart near his name, and kindness behind it made your smile grow, your heart aches at one line.
We can do whatever makes you feel comfortable about us.
It’s sincere and considerate, like Steve is, other than last night, but he didn’t know. He didn’t know you fell for him during all of this, so could you even count that against him?
Steve’s more worried about your comfort in all of this than his own; he always does this, he always puts everyone’s needs and feelings first.
Before you can even fully wake up, you’re reaching for the phone on the table, dialing without much thought. It rings twice before a familiar voice answers.
“Family Vi— ”
“Robin! Is Steve there? Can I talk to him?”
“Yeah, hi to you too,” She deadpans.
“Sorry. Hi. Hi Robin. Hello. Please give Steve the phone, pleaaaaaasssseeeeeee— ”
She scoffs, and you can hear the eye roll she makes, “Oh my god, shut up, shut up. I’ll get him.”
“Thank you!” You’re a little too enthusiastic in your reply. It’s quiet for a minute until you hear someone pick up the other end’s receiver.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve’s immediately jumping into worry mode.
“Nothing’s wrong, why would something be wrong?”
“You never call here. Just… surprised me, is all.”
“Oh… well, look, I- I just wanted to say, about the note—” ”
“Was it too much? I’m sorry if I— ”
“Steve, shut up for a minute. Please.” He pushes a soft, quiet laugh through the phone. You can picture him with his arms crossed, phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, leaning against the counter. Robin’s probably rolling her eyes. “We can… we can talk tonight. I didn’t want you to go the whole day worried about it.”
It’s silent on his end, other than distant, soft breaths. “You didn’t have to call. N- not that I don’t appreciate it! Just… y’know. I kinda have an idea of what’s coming. And it’s okay. I just want you to be—”
“Steve, I’m grateful you’re always looking out for me and my feelings, but that’s why I called. I want you to feel comfortable too, okay? Whatever works for you, works for me.”
“I— ”
“Steve, get off the phone! You can talk to your girlfriend later!”
Steve lazily covers the mic, but you can still hear him quip back, “She’s not my— whatever. Give me a minute.”
“Thirty seconds!”
“Jesus, what bug crawled up Keith’s ass?” You joke, earning a sigh from Steve.
“Definitely something annoying, like a mosquito.” He snickers back into the phone before clearing his throat. “Um… can we talk in… two hours? I can come back on my bre— ”
You cut him off anxiously. “Yes. Please. Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Okay, two hours. Yeah. Okay. See ya’ then.” Steve sounds nervous, rushing off the phone before hanging up first.
Two hours. Not that long. You should be fine.
Totally fine.
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It’s been an hour, and you’re ready to move on from chewing your nails nervously, to gnawing your entire arm off.
Okay, maybe that’s a bit much. You’re still nervous as fuck, though. How can you last another hour like this?
You passed up the weed, wanting to be as sober as possible for the conversation, but you hate taking painkillers, so you keep the lights off and throw a pair of sunglasses on; the light is the worst for you with hangovers, but this barely helps.
Even worse, your head’s spinning and the constant stream of thoughts revolving around you and Steve make you dizzy. You stay in his bed, covers pulled up and blinds drawn to keep out the light, with your headphones on to block out any noise outside the apartment. They’re not even plugged into your Walkman, you’re just hoping the barrier of silence helps.
It doesn’t. You hear no sound, but your head is still pounding. Maybe you should’ve smoked after all.
The blankets are yanked back, startling you into a scream. It stops as soon as it starts when you see Steve. He’s chuckling at your reaction, and though you’re relieved to see it’s him and not some monster or masked intruder, your heart’s about to jump out of your chest.
Gently, he pulls the headphones off of you. “Sorry, honey. Uh… why are you wearing sunglasses inside?”
Every time he calls you that, or angel, you feel yourself melt. The hold this man has on you is insane.
“Hangover, lights suck, all that stuff.” You grumble, falling back onto the bed. Steve sits next to you. “I- I thought you said two hours?”
“Yeah… waiting was driving me nuts. So, I, uh, I left for the day.” He rubs the back of his neck, gaze shying away, but not before he notices you’re still wearing his shirt, and not wearing pants.
You’re shocked he pulled that off. “What’d you tell Keith to leave early?!”
“My great aunt’s in the hospital.”
You stifle a laugh, “Steve, didn’t you use that excuse a few months ago?”
His eyes grow wide. “Shit, did I?”
“Oh my god, yeah! You had me call to pretend— whatever,” You crack up, head falling back with a loud laugh. “You gotta keep track of these excuses!” You cradle your own head, wincing from the pain your own loudness brings.
“Hey, you didn’t— ” Steve’s eyes darted to the nightstand, about to tease you for not smoking yet, but you haven't touched the bottle of water either. “Jesus, no wonder your head hurts.” 
“I didn’t wanna be high when we talked,” You grumble, about to lay back down, but Steve holds you upward, handing you the water. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You take a sip. “Happy?”
Steve lets you go, running a hand down his face with a sigh. “You’re lucky I love you.”
You’re mid-sip before choking on water, struggling through a cough to ask, “I- I- did you— what did you just say?”
“Uh… good question. You heard that? I said that? Out loud?” Steve rambles a lot, but he’s great at it when nervous. “I think you’re imagining things.”
“Would’ve worked if I was high, but nice try.”
He groans with an eye roll, flopping onto the bed, landing on his back. His hands come up to cover his face, but you pull them back. 
“I didn’t want to say it like that.” His admission comes without eye contact as his face burns red. “I wasn’t gonna say it at all, honestly. I kinda figured out this is the end of things anyway.”
“Wait, what? Steve—”
“N- not that it’s a bad thing!” You haven’t let go of his hand, and he’s either completely oblivious or doesn’t want to let go. “I’m— whatever you decide, I’ll respect. We can go back to being friends, or even just… boring roommates, if you want.”
“Okay, but— ”
“And since it’s all out there— not saying this to make you feel guilty, or bad, or anything, but I- I thought these feelings were new, and it turns out I’ve felt this way about you since… probably the first week we lived here.”
Your heart aches, but in the best ways; you need to tell Steve you feel the same.
“Stevie, listen—”
“But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I can move out, if that’s easier.”
If only he’d shut the fuck up.
He’s getting himself worked up, and you wish he’d just take a minute to breathe. “Not, like, forcing that either, because if you just wanna be friends still, I- I’d be more than happy… and lucky to have you in my life still. But that’s- it’s— I’m not trying to—”
You’re growing agitated, wishing he’d give himself some grace. “Steve, take a second to— ”
“And I mean what I said last night, I’m so sorry for hurting you. I thought maybe it’d help distract me, but it just hurt you instead… I just fucked everything up—”
“Oh, for the love of— ” You swing a leg over his lap to straddle him, throwing your sunglasses off in the process. Leaning down, tone dripping with adoration, you murmur, “Steve, shut up.” 
You kiss him, hoping this pauses the overthinking. He’s stunned, expecting anything but this. The two of you have kissed plenty of times by now, but this one is everything to him.
Finally, Steve kisses back, earning a smile from you against his lips. You cradle his face in your hands as you feel his run along your back, holding you against him as any uncertainty floats away. Breaking the kiss, you don’t pull away, just admit softly against his lips, “I love you, too.”
He sits up, leaning back on his arms with eyes wide in disbelief, “You- are you- you mean it?”
“Of course I do. I wouldn’t suffer through a hangover for just anyone, you know. I wish it didn’t take the whole battery incident— ”
“You mean vibrator incident—”
“Oh, will you shut— it’s all the same! Anyway,” You giggle, a sound Steve adores, one that pulls a smile across his face every time he hears you. “That’s when I realized I had feelings for you. A- and you coming out just to make me feel better about coming out, that really woke me up… and, uh, do not let this get to your big head—”
“My head is not big!”
You narrow your stare, shutting him up. “… When I saw you with someone else, and it made me so jealous, I’ve never felt that with anyone before. I didn’t think it was love until you came looking for my dumb, drunk ass on the street.”
“Someone had to, you were on your way to fucking Canada if you kept walking in that direction.” Steve snickers, but kisses your cheek, softening the blow. You can’t help huffing out a laugh with him; honestly, he had every right to poke fun at your little stunt.
Your voice falls quiet, turns small, “I’m sorry I never said anything earlier, and that I kept pushing that ‘just friends’ bullshit.”
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better,” Steve tries steering you away from taking the blame, “You’re a way better kisser than they were.”
You snort, “You’re just saying that.” It doesn’t stop your skin from prickling up, or the heat that blooms across your face.
“I’m not, I promise. You weren’t kidding, they literally shoved their tongue down my throat. You running off gave me an excuse to leave, so… thanks.”
You can’t help teasing him, “What are friends for?”
Steve rolls his eyes for the millionth time before sitting up to push you back onto the bed. He climbs on top, and you tug at the ugly Family Video vest he still has on.
“Babe, get this stupid thing off,” You giggle, tugging it down his arms. He pouts.
“What? You’re not into it? I thought it was kinda sexy,” His brows wiggle with his joke, and you throw it onto the floor, glaring at him. “What if I wore that, and nothing else? Just the vest.”
You’re pulling his shirt off, throwing that to the floor, too. “Then I’d definitely kick you out.”
Steve leans down to you, murmuring, “You’d never.” His lips brush against your jaw, kissing along your face to reach your neck.
“You’re right, but— ” Your breath hitches, holding your words back as he continues to kiss down your neck. “—w-we definitely wouldn’t fuck for a long time.”
“Now that’s a threat I take seriously,” His words against your skin vibrate and tickle, sending shivers up your spine. Then, he stops, and sits back up.
“What’s wrong? What’d I do?” You instantly cringe at how pathetic you sound, but Steve doesn’t tease you for it, just kisses your forehead quickly before leaning over you.
“Sit up,” Confused, you listen as he takes all the pillows around you, cushioning and covering the headboard. As he comes back to you, he pushes you back softly. “Okay— ”
Now it clicks. “Oh my god, I’m not gonna hit my head this time, I swear!”
He smirks, “Better safe than sorry.” Stealing your chance to quip back, his lips are back on yours, and it’s the kind of tender kiss where he likes to draw it out, take his time. The kind that only makes you squirm from the start.
“Hey, what’s got you so worked up?” Steve pulls back, resting his hand on your face; he can feel the goosebumps on your face prickle up against his palm. His touch is warm, soothing, and easy to gravitate to; you’re certainly not immune to leaning into his hand whenever he does this. 
“Need you, Steve,” You breathe, legs closing underneath him to try and subside the ache between your legs. 
“I wish I had a dollar for every time you’ve said that,” He teases, pushing your legs apart, fixated on the damp patch on the fabric between your legs. You whine, rolling your hips against nothing, only showing how needy you are. “‘Cause if I did, I’d have enough to get you a new vibrator.”
You feign offense with a loud gasp, “I thought you said I wouldn’t need it anymore, ‘cause I have you instead.”
Steve doesn’t respond, just hooks his fingers under your waistband, pulling your panties down. His hands run up your legs, pinning you to the bed as he reaches your hips. It’s not like you were going anywhere to begin with, but the pressure and possessiveness feels… nice.
“You do have me,” The meaning behind his affirmation spreads far beyond sex. “Always.”
You reach for his pants as he leans over you again, “Don’t have you in me yet, though,” You grumble, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. Steve stifles a laugh while you struggle. “Who designed this fuckin’ thing anyway?”
“I thought we were having a sweet moment, but your sailor mouth’s ruining it,” His joke doesn’t make you laugh like he hoped. Instead, you just look frustrated, finally loosening his belt. “Whoa, hey— honey, look at me.”
A sharp exhale escapes your lips while you glance up at Steve, but only for a moment before staring off, “M’sorry.”
“We don’t have to do this, you know that, right?”  A finger slips under your chin, gently tilting your face up towards his. Your eyes meet his again, and he gives you the same soft, caring look he gave you a few nights ago. “I’m perfectly content with just hanging out the rest of the day, doing whatever you want.”
“I want to, I really do, I just… ” You try forcing your voice to come out stronger, more certain, but it just cracks as you admit, “I think I’m scared it’ll end so fast.”
Steve thinks back to the first time the two of you kissed, the first time you were fully exposed to him, the first time he went down on you— the first time anyone went down on you, how disappointed you sounded when it was almost over. He remembers telling you it could happen again, that it didn’t have to be a one time thing.
He remembers the way you hit your head against the wall, again, the first time the two of you fucked, and how he told you next time it’d be in a bed, helping you laugh off the clumsiness. You sounded so surprised that you even talked about the possibility of a ‘next time’.
Almost every time after either of you initiated anything sexual, your reaction was always shock and surprise when Steve talked about fucking around again in the future. There were more times where you begged him to not let it end yet, but he thought it was just in the moment.
Steve didn’t realize you meant you didn’t want things between the two of you to end. It wasn’t ever really in the moment. It was a fear you’ve had since the first time he’s touched you, and it’s a fear of Steve’s, too.
“Angel, I’m not going anywhere,” You move up against the pillows as he speaks softly to you, shifting with you to keep you comfortable while staying close. “I can’t speak for you, but on my end, I don’t plan on ending this fast. Or ever… but that- that’s another conversation for another day, okay?”
You nod, slipping your hand into his, “Okay.”
“Point is, this isn’t a one time thing. You really do have me. And when I say always, I mean it.”
There’s no hesitation in your response, “You have me, too, Steve. Always.”
“Let me take care of you,” His hand is cupping your face again, thumb sweeping along your cheek softly. “Get those awful thoughts out of that pretty head of yours. How’s that sound?”
You nod against his palm, hands coming up to hold his forearm as he holds you. “Please, Stevie.” Your eyes fall to his belt before reaching for it. You pull it off, adding it to the pile of his clothes. “That thing is the worst.”
“Won’t wear that one around you anymore, promise,” Steve chuckles as the two of you strip each other from any remaining clothing.
His lips find their way back to your neck, picking up where he left off with the gentle kisses. Your hands wander his body, tracing along the dips and curves of his toned arms. It’s easy to lose yourself in the scattered freckles and moles all over, making up constellations, a galaxy of his own. What brings you back is the breathy moan made from his touch along your folds.
It’s one finger, then two, and you’re arching your back, pressing yourself against him, dizzy from shallow breaths as he finds your sweet spot. His long fingers have no problem reaching where you need him most, not struggling the way you do when you touch yourself. 
Steve starts kissing down your body, but you grab him by the shoulders. “You okay?”
“Stay with me,” You gasp as he continues fucking you on his fingers. “I- I don’t— it feels good, but I wanna cum with you instead.”
A blush creeps along Steve’s face as a lazy smile curls up. He makes his way back to you, retracing his kisses with new ones, of course. When he rests his forehead against yours, his hand’s still between your legs.
“Still wanna make y’feel good first,” Steve’s thumb softly swipes over your clit while he continues working his fingers, curling them just right. “You can cum twice, you’ve done it before.”
Your fingers twist through his hair, bringing him towards you as you close the gap, trying to kiss him the way he was kissing you. Your hips roll onto his fingers, feeling your legs shake and your walls constrict around him.
Steve pulls back, admiring the way your face twists in an expression of beautiful agony, so, so close to the edge. He leans down to murmur into your ear, “That’s it, angel, let go for me”. Other praises follow, but you’re just at the point of no return, unable to hear him as you finally reach your high, a strangled moan slipping between your lips with ease.
Aftershocks roll through your body while you pant shallow breaths, vision a little fuzzy from your eyes squeezing shut, and Steve kissing your temple, then your cheek, with more gentle praises, ones you can faintly make out.
You’re barely settled, still in the comedown, but you’re pulling Steve closer, “Fuck, I love you.” He beams, knowing already he’ll never get tired of hearing that from you.
He spreads your legs, but stops to study your expression. Checking on you, he asks, “Are you sure you can handle one more?”
“Uh-huh,” You try to giggle, still breathless as you nod. “As long as it’s with you.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but you know him, he loves the corny little remarks you shoot back and forth. You know him. You know him so well by now, because he’s yours. And you’re his.
“Hey, angel?” He’s admiring your figure, still catching your breath, already blissed out with hooded eyes, and the sweetest smile he’s ever seen on your face. He lines up with your entrance, slowly pushing in while he leans back down to you with a lingering forehead kiss.
“Y- yeah?” You shudder out, adjusting to him all over again. His hand slips into yours, fingers lacing together before he gives a gentle squeeze.
“I love you, too.”
The first night you had together, when Steve offered to help, it wasn’t meant to just be a one and done kind of fling. Maybe it felt like it back then, and maybe even last night, while the two of you fought over your feelings, it felt like it should’ve been an arrangement that ended long ago. But now? Now, everything’s so sure. Everything’s so certain.
With Steve, everything’s crystal clear.
It only takes the first thrust for the two of you to meld together with ease. It’s almost effortless, the way you and Steve can flow into and with one another. You’ve never felt like this with anyone else, never felt so comfortable, so at home within someone’s embrace, never felt such safety to be yourself completely.
At the same time, both you and Steve give each other the same, cheesy line, “feels like you’re made for me.” While neither of your movements stop, the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. Steve buries his head into your shoulder, while his shoulders shake along with the noise. Your arms wrap around him, laughing even harder when he realizes he can feel you laugh while deep in you. 
“Hey- h- hey wait, waitwaitwait!” He can’t control his laughter, and neither can you. “Every time you do that it— fuck!” He’s trying his hardest to calm down, hoping you can, too. “You gotta stop doing that, I can- you- fuck, you’re so tight.”
You cover your face with your hands, trying to kill your giggles, and slowly it works, leading Steve to calm down, too. With a quick kiss to his chin as he lifts his head, you flip on top, riding him immediately.
Any laughter still at the back of Steve’s throat dies instantly as you grind down onto him. You finally find a steady, slow pace to roll your hips; there’s no rush, there’s no fear it’ll all disappear when the two of you finish. It’s just you and Steve, nothing else, no one else.
No distractions or kinks or secrets, just the two of you, together.
“Honey, m’not gonna last if you k- keep this up,” he breathes, strong hands on your hips, gently guiding you along.
“S’okay, I- I’m close,” You whimper, hand splayed against Steve’s chest. “A- and we can just— ” You sharply gasp, walls constricting around him. “we got all the time in the world, Stevie. You have me, always.” Your head tilts back as pleasure consumes you both, feeling him throb while your legs shake.
Before the two of you reach that sweet high together, you faintly hear Steve respond, “Y’have me, too, angel. Always.”
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number1mingyustan · 8 months
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- Cuffing Season-
His Needs
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boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader
Warnings: established relationship, size kink, roleplay (ish?? not really), dom!gyu, mentions of porn, penetrative sex, explicit smut, mutliple orgasms, forced orgasms, multiple positions, spanking, squirting, grinding, she dresses up for him, this is flithy
Summary: He just has to get his way
Word Count: 2.3k
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“There’s no way in hell I’m putting that on,” you roll your eyes.
“Baby please,” He looks at you with soft eyes.
“Mingyu this is ridiculous.” You scoff.
“I proved I would do anything for you the last time we fucked, I feel like it’s only fair you return the message.” He raises an eyebrow.
“You mean when you cried and called me ‘Mommy?’” You smirk.
“I did not call you that! And you said you wouldn’t bring that up again,” he groans.
“Oh baby…” You coo. “I’m never letting you forget that.”
“Can you just… put it on for me, please? I know you’ll look sexy,” he pleads.
“You’re so perverted Mingyu… I don’t know why you bought this in the first place thinking I’ll wear it.”
“Because I know you, and you’ll put it on for me because you love me and I’m horny. Baby please” He whines.
“This has got to be misogynistic in some way. I’m sure the feminists wouldn’t approve of this.”
“Baby… I just saw something like it online and I thought you would look good in it. Don’t scold me for wanting to be a little adventurous.”
“Have you been watching porn or something? I just don’t understand what prompted this” You raise an eyebrow.
He shrugs. “It’s been on my mind for a while.”
“So you’ve been watching porn.”
“Okay yes, maybe I’ve been watching porn,” He glares at you.
You look down at the outfit he’s displayed for you on the bed. There’s really no point in putting on, you know it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s ripping off what little fabric there is to begin with.
It’s a sexy maid costume he ordered online. He even paid extra for the quick shipping to get it here quicker.
“So what? We don’t have sex for like… 5 days and you start getting off on other women,” you fake disapproval.
He groans. “You know I only watch faceless porn… and I think about you the whole time. Don’t do that.”
“I’m only messing with you Gyu,” you grin and run your finger along the fabric.
“C’mon baby… I’m already half hard. I just wanna see you in it.”
You glance at him, taking note of the semi he’s sprouting in his sweatpants. “Mingyu you really are like a teenage boy,” you chuckle and pick up the costume and make your way toward the bathroom. You’ve teased him long enough.
His eyes light up with excitement and anticipation.
You close the bathroom door behind you and change out of your clothes and into the costume. “Gyu… if I come home and see some kind of sexy schoolgirl outfit, I’m gonna take half the company’s earnings and leave you.”
“I’m not that bad!” He calls from the bedroom. “You know… I think like the absolute most I would wanna see you in is like a… bunny girl senpai outfit. Like that’s all—holy shit–“
He cuts himself off when you walk out of the bathroom.
“I don’t understand why you were being such a hater baby. It’s doing wonders for your tits right now.”
You smirk at him. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Come here.”
He’s quick to pull you onto his lap. He can’t stop himself from staring, you’re just too sexy. Much like his eyes, his hands are quick to wander your body.
You’re so tiny on his lap. Sitting with your legs parted between his.
After indulging himself in a few inappropriate touches, his hands move their way up your thighs and under your skirt. His breath stops in his throat when he realizes you took off your panties.
“No panties? Baby you’re really trying to kill me aren’t you?” He breathes out.
“Just figured I’d make it easy for you,” You smirk, lifting up your skirt more for him to see.
He tilts his head back with a groan. You’re so hot, he really might lose it. His hand slips between where your bodies meet and he palms himself slowly through his sweats with a soft moan.
It’s so lewd.
He’s literally touching himself with you seated on his lap and dressed in next to nothing. There’s already a small stain on his sweats leaking through.
“You really are just like a teenager Gyu. Nearly cumming before we’ve ever gotten started,” You tease.
“Don’t be a bitch Y/n,” He bites back. “I’ll fuck you until you wanna clean for me like a real maid.”
Ugh. As much as you loved dominating Mingyu, you’ll always love his dominant side more. You can’t help it, he’s so big and strong and he can’t stand not being in control. You’ll never be caught complaining about it.
His large hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you him for a rough kiss with no hesitation. It’s sloppy and needy, nothing out to the ordinary with him.
He pulls away, panting softly and licking his lips before reattaching his lips to your neck. He sucks on your skin, leaving dark hickies along your neck and the top of your breasts.
You start growing needy, grinding your bare bottom against the thing fabric of his sweatpants. He’s fully hard now, cock poking perfectly against your clit as you grind yourself down on him.
“Shit baby… you’re worse than me,” he chuckles lightly as he looks down at the large wet patch you’ve left on his sweatpants.
“Shut up.”
A harsh smack lands on your bare ass, causing you to hiss and arch your back, pushing your hips down onto him harder.
He’s so strong.
“You know better than to speak to me like that,” He clenched his jaw.
“ ‘M sorry..” You mumble.
“No you’re not.” He lifts you off his lap and flips you over with ease. He presses your back down, leaving your ass in the air for him. “But it’s okay… I’m gonna make you sorry.”
He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants and rubs it along your folds teasingly.
It’s torture.
You somehow ended up needier than him in a matter of minutes. You’re lying there dripping and unable to see what he’s doing to you. Your walls are fluttering in anticipation.
He can see it all. The way you’re desperately clenching around nothing while you wait for him to fill you up.
He wants to fuck you, but you caught another attitude with him.
You and your damn mouth.
You’ve always had a bit of an attitude problem. Mingyu thinks it’s kind sexy until you catch one with him in the bedroom. It’s one thing to see you catch some sass when you’re talking to someone else. But with him? He’d rather put your mouth to better use.
He pushes the tip of his cock in, giving you a false sense of satisfaction before withdrawing completely with a smirk plastered across his face.
He can’t see how annoyed you are, but he can hear the frustrated groan you let out. “Gyu…”
“Yes my love?” He grins.
“Don’t do this to me. I said I was sorry.”
“But you didn’t mean it.”
“I did!”
He does it again, putting in just the tip before pulling out of you completely. You whine.
He does it a third time, but you’re quicker. Before he can pull out, you slam your ass back, thrusting his length all the way into you.
“Fuck’s sake,” He groans. “You’re horrible Y/n.”
You’re too caught up in how good the stretch of his cock feels to even respond. He takes over, slamming his hips against your ass and thrusting into you harshly.
He holds your hips steady with his big hands, ramming his cock deep inside of you quickly. Your ass recoils with every thrust and he’s left mesmerized.
It’s not long before you feel yourself getting close. He pounds into you so good. His hand snakes between your thighs and his finger circles your clit. He needed to feel you cum around him.
He loves it so much. The way you tighten around him and how you always manage to get wetter.
His finger moves quicker, his thirsts never flattering in pace.
“Oh fuck Mingyu I’m so close,” You warn him.
He doesn’t stop when you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm thoroughly. You’re moaning and crying out his name but he doesn’t stop.
He gives you no time to recover from your state of bliss before he’s leaning over and pushing your head down deeper into the bed. Your back arches more and he can now pound you deeper.
Your hands grip the bedsheets tightly as he rams his cock deep inside of you.
“You feel so good” He moans.
It only takes a few moments before he’s driving you into another orgasm. This one is more intense than the first and your whole body goes numb for a second.
You’re sensitive and overstimulated. You figure this is karma for the way you put it on him last time.
“Gyu… I can’t take it” You whine into the bedsheets. Your voice is muffled, but he knows exactly what you said.
You let yourself believe he’s listening to you when he pulls out of you. For a moment, you’re relieved.
But then he flips you onto your back and fills you up again. “You can baby. Gosh you look so sexy right now… all dressed up for me and crying on my cock.”
You whine out in response.
He holds your legs wide open for him as he fucks himself into you. You’re already overstimulated and tears are starting you prickle the corners of your eyes.
It’s so intense but it feels so good. He fucks you roughly, treating you like a toy intended for his own pleasure.
“Ah-hah Gyu” You moan. “I really can’t…”
“You can baby” He grins as he continues thrusting his cock into you. “Give me one more darling.”
“Mmph- I can’t Gyu. I really can’t” You pant.
“There’s no such thing,” he smirks.
He takes advantage of the fact that you’re so sensitive. He begins thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, pinning your down so your legs stay wide open for him.
It’s so fucking good. His cock rams deep inside of you and his finger circles your clit once more. His pace makes you ache, the tip of his cock brushing deep inside of you, repeatedly hitting the one spot that makes you go mad.
It’s all too much, it happening too fast.
You don’t have time to fully process before he’s forcing another orgasm out of you. It’s so unfair but it’s so fucking good,
You cum so hard you don’t even realize you’re squirting until he pulls his cock out and watches the way you soak the sheets.
You cry out, eyes squeezed shut and the pleasure suffocates you. You feel dizzy and it takes longer for you to fully come down.
His cock is already inside of you again as your body spasms at the feeling of being full again. He pins you down to keep you from squirming.
“You’re making such a mess baby… some maid you are” He teases.
You’re breathing heavily and still trying to recover from the intensity. "Gyu.. I really can't anymore."
"Baby I didn't even get to cum yet," he pouts. "That wouldn't be fair now would it... you had what, three?" He sucks his teeth and continues thrusting into you slowly. "How selfish."
He's really showing no mercy.
Your pussy is already spent. You're still dripping, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you with low effort. His cock throbs and swells inside of you. He's getting close, thankfully.
"You'll let me cum won't you?" He asks. "You wanna let me really ruin this pussy don't you baby? Dressed up for me so pretty, making a mess everywhere. Don't pretend like you don't love it."
You whine.
"You were so confident earlier... that mouth of yours. Not much to say now huh?" he smirks, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
Mingyu himself is surprised he's held out this long. When you were on his lap he was nearly about to cum in his pants untouched. Seeing you like this, dressed up for him with your legs wide open after three orgasms, the sight alone could make him cum. You are just that hot... you have that effect over him.
But you pull another reaction out of him too. One that makes him never want to stop. He really can't help it. You make him want to keep going, he craves more constantly. He can never get enough of you no matter how much to satisfy him.
Your throat is starting to get sore from how much noise you've been making. You rasp out his name and it finally sends him over the edge. He tries to pull out, but you squeeze down on his cock purely out of reaction.
"Fuck," he groans.
Luckily he's stronger than you, so he manages to spill the rest of his load on your inner thighs.
It's a mess.
There's cum dripping out of you and down your thighs, the sheets are still soaked alongside his torso and the lower half of your outfit. Mingyu looks down with satisfaction written on his face.
"I put you in a maid outfit and you end up making an even bigger mess," he grins.
You're still exhausted, hardly able to respond to him. He lifts you up, helping you undress and running a bath to properly clean you up.
He takes the bedsheets and puts them into the washing machine, replacing them with fresh ones before joining you in the bathroom to clean up his mess. _______________________________________________
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Protection In Order
Pairings: Sam Carpenter x Pregnant! Reader
Content: Blood and injury, Protective Sam
Summary: Ghostface strikes again except Sam is more protective over you due to carrying her baby...
WC: 1948
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It had been 3 months since you met Sam, and 2 months since you got pregnant. At first, it was just a friends-with-benefits situation because Sam was scared of a relationship. In reality, she had a crush on you but was scared you’d become a bad person, a Ghostface. Once she knew you were pregnant however she immediately changed and made it official. If you were pregnant, you wouldn’t be able to be Ghostface she figured and that was proven in the third month of knowing you when multiple people were killed with Ghostface masks on the scene.
That made Sam keep around you. You were worried yourself, scared of your future. You held onto your stomach gently as you watched the news, Sam next to you. She had been attacked in the shop and ever since then, you were worried about her and everyone else. You didn’t even know who to trust now, you could only trust Sam. Now, you were all in the dorm except for Ethan who had a night class supposedly. You didn’t know if it was true but didn’t want to suspect him of lying. You liked him after all, he was… sweet in his own way. 
Sam had an arm around you as she gently kissed your cheek, knowing you were nervous. “I will protect you, baby,” she spoke. She was gentle as she held you closer than ever, worried about your child as well. She kept rubbing your stomach as she watched Tara and Chad cook. 
“I’m going to the bathroom baby,” you spoke with a soft smile, going over to the bathroom. Sam nodded. “Of course, I’ll go check on Tara,” she said, getting up and going to the kitchen. You went into Sam’s room, using her bathroom as you were thinking. After a few minutes, you walked out, seeing the 4 survivors in the kitchen. You decided to leave them to talk as they seemed to be talking about Danny calling Sam but you shrugged it off as you sat with Anika, who was just reading. 
That’s when you heard moans coming from Quinn’s room. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked over, hoping she was having a good time even though they had just finished it seemed. Soon, however, the 4 came out. “Front door,” Sam announced, stepping in front of you. When you nearly reached it however the moaning stopped. “Ghostface is with her,” Sam spoke quietly to the others as you slowly backed up to the door. Soon however Quinn’s body was pushed into Anika. You froze in shock before Tara and Chad pushed you out the front door, presumably to help Sam not worry about you. You were more concerned about her now, but thinking the others would join in time you kept going and when they didn’t you were more concerned. Worst of all no one brought the front door key. 
“My room!” Danny yelled from his doorway. You didn’t even think as you went in, Tara and Chad following nervously. He was holding a ladder, shouting across. That was when you realised it was Quinn’s room. Sam and Mindy were there, however. “Just climb across, I got your girlfriend,” he yelled across. Sam nervously looked at Mindy, who nodded at Sam to go first. 
“Ok,” Sam finally conceded before she started to climb across nervously. She was scared of heights. “Come on baby,” you begged her to go faster. She looked over, into her eyes which made her quicker. She soon climbed through the window where Mindy started to climb after as well. Ghostface was slowly pushing the cupboard away slowly but surely. Once they were done though, he finally got through. He just glared before he started to walk out.
“Anika is dead,” Mindy cried out. You gently hugged her…
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It was officially the trap time and Sam was more protective than usual, especially after Anika died. You were on the train as Sam was in front of you, Tara and Chad on your sides while Danny was behind. Mindy was with Ethan which you didn’t like though, you were assuming he was the killer after all. You couldn’t prove it though. You kept holding your stomach. When a person wearing a Ghostface outfit stared at you, that was when Sam got even taller and stood forward a bit. 
When he passed though, she physically relaxed and looked at you. You just smiled and kissed her gently. “You’ll be a good mom,” Tara teased. Sam went bright red, as did you. “Thanks, T Bear,” Sam thanked. 
You soon got out of the subway, meeting with Agent Kirby. “Hey, where’s Mindy?” Kirby asked, looking around at all of you. 
“5 minutes away, she caught the other train,” Tara informed. Kirby nodded. “Come on,” she spoke and led you to the trap. She stopped you and Danny after however. “Woodsboro only,” she spoke. 
“Understood,” Danny spoke with a nod. “My girlfriend is being with me, what if she gets attacked when we go inside?” Sam asked. Kirby sighed, knowing she would be protective over you due to you carrying her baby. 
“Ok, only her,” Kirby spoke. Danny smiled at you all and nodded. “Be safe,” he spoke before leaving for the subway to help Mindy and Ethan when they would come.
You walked in nervous, Kirby talking about her only having the gun on her. You were following Sam around as she was holding you close. She was soon going over to the case. You knew she had seen Billy from the stare that she had, but you didn’t say anything. You accepted she still saw him. That’s when she went over to the statue, opened the door then reached inside, grabbing the rusty knife, still covered in old blood. “Are you sure?” you asked. “I want you to be safe,” Sam responded, kissing you. You nodded with a smile, but still unsure. You kept following her around before her phone rang. It was Detective Bailey. Sam was listening, putting it on speakerphone so you could hear as well.
“Hello,” Sam spoke. 
“Sam, you need to get out of there! I learnt from the Atlanta Field Office that Kirby isn’t with the FBI anymore. Said she went mad,” Detective Bailey warned. You felt your anxiety spike. “Thank you for telling us,” Sam quickly spoke as she led you over to the trap where she saw the chain. “Shit,” she spoke and tugged on it, anger spiking up. “Stay close to me baby, I will protect you,” she spoke gently. You nodded, trusting her as you were nervous for everyone in there. Tara, Chad, Sam and you. Hell, even Kirby even if she was Ghostface. “Let’s find the others,” you spoke, looking at Sam. Sam nodded, agreeing. It was better to be in a group after all. You looked around the place, before going to the lobby. Starting to walk over, sudden screams were causing you to jump. That made you run over quickly, Sam in front as she soon saw what the cause was. It was Tara, safe and sound minus a wound near her spine and Chad who was being stabbed constantly. “Go, we have to go!” Sam yelled, dragging Tara as you ran away with them, Sam making you go in front due to the 2 Ghostface people being there. Tara was crying in pain. “The killer is Kirby!” Sam informed as they reached the main stage. “Are you sure?” Tara asked. “Yes! We are, Bailey called us,” you responded. Sam immediately jumped when Kirby came out, blood coming out of her shirt. 
“We know you are Ghostface,” Sam informed, keeping the knife out in front of her, fear in her brain. She just wanted to protect you and Tara, she didn’t care about her safety and she knew Kirby had a gun.
“I’m not! I was knocked out and stabbed,” Kirby spoke, keeping some distance as she knew what Sam was capable of. That’s when Sam saw Bailey, gun up. “Watch out!” Bailey spoke, shooting Kirby. Kirby immediately went on the ground, bleeding before a smirk came on his face. “Watch out!” Sam repeated, both Ghostfaces running towards him. That’s when he looked at them both. “Good job,” he praised them, causing you three to be confused and look at each other. That’s when it hit Sam and she immediately put you in the middle between Tara and her so you didn’t get injured. She also handed you and Tara a brick for a security measure. 
“So, you are one of the Ghostfaces. Is the other one Ethan?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. That was the only one she was sure of admittedly. Ethan smirked, pulling his mask off, doing a speech that quite frankly… everyone ignored. You didn’t know who the other one was though, and it seemed like the others didn’t either. “And… Mindy?” Sam asked. You and Tara looked at her before the person took off the mask.
Quinn.
Everyone felt shocked as you all thought that she was dead. In a blur, you threw your brick at Detective Bailey, knocking him out as he was looking at Quinn before he realised you had thrown your brick towards his head. Meanwhile, Ethan quickly launched towards Tara while screaming, “I always wanted to stick something inside you!”. 
Sam looked disgusted before she quickly went to protect Tara, you quickly grabbed another brick, getting nervous. Sam was wielding the knife at least before you realised Kirby was nearby. That’s when you grabbed the gun from her hand. She was unconscious from pain. Quinn unfortunately reached you before you could aim the gun, however. She had aimed for your shoulder and hit at least. “Sam!” You cried as Sam was pushing Tara towards a ladder, Tara starting to climb it. Sam rushed over immediately before she stabbed Quinn as well, aiming for the neck. Quinn immediately expected her coming over though as she started to sidestep, causing Sam to fall. You gasped, the gun still in your hand as you shot Quinn, protecting Sam.
 
Sam was proud of you. Luckily you shot her in the head, shocked at yourself. “Hand me the gun,” Sam spoke gently. You nodded doing as told, Ethan starting to charge towards you. His knife was aimed towards your stomach. Sam tried to shoot when the gun was already jammed. “Shit, she spoke before she started to charge towards him, stabbing his guts instead, hitting a vital spot already. Sure, she was stabbed but it was just to the side, not hitting a vital organ thankfully. She wouldn’t say i it did though, not until Bailey was dead. Sam handed you the knife. “You want to do the job?” she asked. You nodded as you took it. She smirked, watching you as she went over to Bailey and was holding his hands together so there wasn’t much he could do at all if he woke up. She was nodding as Tara had seemed to have escaped. She was nowhere in sight. You suddenly stabbed Bailey in the stomach, making him wake up.
“Goodnight,” you spoke darkly before you stabbed him in the heart. He let out a gurgle, blood dripping out of his mouth before he closed his eyes. You sighed, leaving the knife in his heart before you looked at Sam and smiled. She smiled back before she kissed you gently. 
“I love you,” she spoke gently, holding you close as she had one hand around you and the other on your stomach. Suddenly the door was shoved open and police walked in. You didn’t care as you just held onto Sam. 
You were safe.
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sinsandsweetness · 9 months
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“compulsion” - part 2 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)
first part here
pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)
warnings- nsfw, 18+, age gap, dads best friends, drinking, oral (r!recieving), fingering, jealous rick… 1.8k wc
You’d been a complete tease since that night in the garage. You knew it. They knew it. Apparently the only one who didn’t know it was your father. Such an oblivious man. Unable to see the way his friends undress you with their eyes anytime they get a glimpse of you. Or the way you purposely wear the shortest skirts you own whenever they’re around. And today was no exception. A neighbourhood barbecue that your parents are hosting. Mostly an attempt in upholding the outstanding community member facade they desperately cling to. And with all your fathers friends who were invited, you decide that for your own form of validation, to put on your shortest sundress. A pale yellow with a soft floral pattern, almost unnoticeable unless you were up close. It was so short that you have to pull the sides down anytime you get up from your seat.
“Where you goin’?” Rick asks as you tug on the skirt, heading for the door to your house. Your shoulder now a little cold without his arm wrapped around it. Something neither of your parents seemed to notice. Or if they did they certainly didn’t care. Too busy in conversation, welcoming some of the newest Alexandria recruits.
“Washroom.” You make a face at him. He seemed almost appalled that you’d be leaving his side. He probably was. Always trying to keep you close. Closest out of the three. And that was keeping him on edge. Trying to maintain your attention the most effectively, and keep it on the low. In fact, the secret was making him a little jumpy. The weeks of stolen kisses and touches catching up to him too. Very, very secret touches. Hiding what was becoming an exhilarating and extremely complicated relationship between three different guys, all old enough to be your father.
He watches your hips sway as you walk into the house, flashing him a cute smile before making your way down the hallway.
When the bathroom door opens, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Shane. With a flirty grin, your body moves quicker than your mind. Pushing the man back in as he tries to object, but you don’t let him. Pressing your lips to his and pulling him in by the back of his neck.
“What-”
“Mhpm.” You don’t even let him answer. Just continue kissing him all hot and needy, while you close the door behind you, pulling him close against you as you start to feel him relax. To accept that this was happening.
The entire day was torture. Each one of them very aware of your cries for attention, but not offering to do anything about them. When you tried to pull Rick upstairs to your bedroom he got all tight jawed and told you to cut it out. Pinching your ass as he led you towards the backyard. And Daryl, silently shook his head when you teased your fingernails up your thigh, lifting your skirt to show him the colour of the thong you were wearing. Ugh, they’re so boring. No fun at all.
It’s such a shame too. You want them so bad and they barely seem to acknowledge it. You woke up this morning all hot and needy, hand in your panties before your alarm even wrang. And seeing the men all perfect and groomed wasn’t helping. In their Sunday best button ups, with a spritz of cologne that made your head dizzy. It was intoxicating. The way you actually crave them. The way you feel like you need them. You’re already addicted and you’ve barely even had a taste.
“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a virgin?” You ask Shane in between messy kisses, hands already tugging at his belt, more than hinting at the real reason you decided to trap him in the costal themed bathroom.
He laughs against your lips. He tastes like beer. And you like it. A lot.
“Absolutely not.” He leans back. Tone more serious now. “Are you?”
An amused huff escapes your lips as you rest your head against the bathroom door. “No. But I wish I were.”
You pull him in again, tongue tracing his bottom lip as you kiss him. “Wish it coulda been you who popped my cherry,” his hand is under your dress, rubbing you through your panties. “Who fucked me and corrupted me,” you continue against his lips, the softest moan escaping your throat at his touch.
But he pauses. Trying to catch his breath, still rubbing soft circles on your clit.
“Ain’t too late for that second one.”
He’s right. It’s not.
“Probably woulda been better then some 16 year old jock on prom night. What’d he last, 30 seconds? Bet he couldn’t even make you come, huh?” He asks, fingers finding their way into your panties now, spreading your arousal onto your clit, and dipping inside.
“No- “ you gasp at the intrusion. “Was- was my high school gym teacher. Cheated on his wife with me in the girls locker room during lunch hour.”
Shane couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth at your confession. Vibrating against your own lips. And you smile because he’s amused. But you aren’t joking. And it’s really not that funny. Truly wasn’t your proudest moment.
“Now that, I believe.”
You’re done talking, so you pull his smile against your own and whimper into his mouth. His fingers already pumping slowly inside of you. Finding your sweet spot with ease. Making your bare toes curl against the cool tile.
From the moment you woke up, you’ve needed this. Needed to come. All over his fingers. His cock would be ideal, but he told you no already. They all came to an agreement. Daryl, Rick and him. Said it was “crossing a line” or some bullshit. As if finger fucking your best friends daughter while he’s flipping burgers on the back deck isn’t.
“Please, Shane- need you so bad-” you whine against his lips. Hips involuntarily bucking into his hand.
“Fuck, baby-” you know he’s trying to hold back.
“Just-uh,” he groans, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. Taking your right thigh and pulling it over his shoulder.
Your hands tangle in his hair at the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. His hands are under your dress, nails digging into your ass and pulling you even closer. The warm slickness of his tongue moving up and down on your clit. Pleasure swirls in your stomach and silent whimpers escape your swollen lips.
“Taste so fucking good-” he groans against you, bringing two fingers up and teasing your entrance. Leaking with arousal and spit. Absolutely begging to be filled. To be fucked.
“Ohmygod,” you moan, pressure building in your core as he curls his fingers. Sucking and lapping at your clit, like he just can’t get enough.
“Gonna come, Shane-” you tell him, hands tightening their grip on his dark locks. Your left leg is starting to tremble, and you’re climax is approaching much quicker then you were hoping. Thanks to his tongue replicating what you can only assume feels just like heaven.
And right when that tight, hot band in your core feels like it’s about to snap, you feel the wood behind you move, and hear the door handle rattle. Someone trying to use the bathroom that had thankfully been locked in between frenzied kisses and grabby hands.
“Occupied!” You squeak, eyes widening at the interruption. Your heart practically skipping a beat at the prospect of being caught.
You feel Shane’s movements halt to a stop, big, brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs.
“Shit. sorry, sweets.” You’re father’s deep voice carries through the door, and a cheeky grin forms on Shane’s handsome face. Once the footsteps retreat down the hall, he puts his index finger to his lips and shushes you. Be quiet, baby.
“Keep going-” your voice is hushed and shaky. Desperately unashamed to be begging for his mouth. His fingers. His nose, and how amazing it feels grinding against your pulsing clit. And wether he heard your pleas or not, he obliged.
You raise you hand to your mouth and bite down on the fleshy side of your palm, silencing the sounds you both know you can’t contain. And you’re close again in a moments time. Eyes rolling back and hips jutting forward. Muscles aching already.
Oh my god.
“Don’t stop, please, please, please-” you beg him for your orgasm. And he gives it to you. Coaxing it out of you with his mouth and his fingers. Feeling a warm wave of pleasure erupt from your cunt, going up your stomach and down your things. And you bite your lip trying not to moan but it feels way too good and you can’t help it.
Not that Shane minded.
“Fuck.” You whisper, core twitching as he pulls his sopping digits out of you. Looking you right in the eye as he kisses your clit, one last torturous time, before he takes your panties, pulls them back up and fixes your dress. He washes his hands as you catch your breath, still leaning against the door. Face flushed when you see him smirking at you through the mirror.
“Think you can behave the rest of the night?”
You nod eagerly, “Yes.”
“Good. Now go back out there and pretend you didn’t just come all over my fingers, alright? Have a drink, eat some food. Be a good girl for us.”
You left the bathroom before him, checking that the coast was clear before slipping outside and eyeing the open spot still next to Rick. He notices you immediately and holds up a red solo cup, cold condensation already dripping down the plastic.
“Made you a drink,” he hands it to you as you sit next to him, the side of your thigh flush with his, keeping him extra close. And before his arm can make its way back around your shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together in a confused scowl.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, inspecting your dopey expression.
“Hm?” You look at him as innocently. Clearly still little dazed from your trip to the washroom.
Rick’s face twitches when he notices. Your thighs are actually trembling. Already sore from keeping yourself standing on one foot, while coming hard on another man’s face only moments earlier.
Rick’s palm flattens on your thigh, pushing it into the seat and halting it’s shakiness.
“Really?”
“What?” You ask, voice sweet as honey.
“You know what.”
“I- I tried to take you upstairs n’ you got all grumpy-” you stutter, trying to defend your sinful actions.
“I said later.”
You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. And you’re a little surprised to feel a jolt between your legs at his jealousy. How hot it is that he’s a little mad. A little… possessive.
“M’ sorry,” you whisper in his ear, tucking yourself in closer to his side, sipping the drink he made you. “Can make it up to you. Promise.”
He rolls his eyes. Annoyed and jealous and irritated that it wasn’t him who had his way with you in the bathroom, so well that it made your legs shake. But regardless of his hostility, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in against his warm body. And you notice that his grip tightens when Shane walks by, giving you a charming smile and a flirty nod.
Annoyed and defeated, Rick sighs and leans in. Close enough that his lips brush your ear.
“Alright. Upstairs. Now.”
part 3
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(Daryl’s part will be next… hope you all enjoyed💗)
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in-class-daydreams · 10 months
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Labours of Love (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader (no Y/N) Synopsis. The day Sebastian Sallow learns he's going to be a father. A prequel of sorts to 'Dress Code.' A/N: I am obsessed with girl dad Seb, so here's the events leading up to it. (Seb's still an auror here, it just doesn't come up) TW: None this time
“Sebastian, I think I might be pregnant!” you blurted out.
You stood in the bathroom doorway facing your husband, who was in your shared bedroom fiddling with his cuffs.
When the two of you first started dating and you were having the typical romance fantasies teens have, you envisioned announcing your pregnancy with more ceremony. A cake, a Slytherin baby onesie, you know - something cuter than busting out of the bathroom on a random Tuesday while Sebastian was trying to get ready for work.
“Huh?” Sebastian said intelligently. His waistcoat was still unbuttoned and he hadn’t combed his hair yet. There was a little stubble lining his jaw, which you’ve never had complaints about, but he preferred to keep clean-shaven.
His face was unmoving and you could see the cogs in his brain turning. Said cogs seemed to be sticky and emitting smoke, but moving nonetheless.
You took a deep breath.
“My period’s late and I’ve been sick the last few days,” you explained. “The math checks out.”
Sebastian’s breath came quicker. He looked at you like a scared mooncalf.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
You shook your head. “There’s a vial in the drawer. Will you get it for me?”
The request isn’t even fully out of your mouth before your husband basically dives for the dresser and digs around for the one vial he doesn’t really recognize. It’s about the size of his index finger and halfway filled with cloudy gray liquid.
“What do you want to drink with it? Water, milk, juice? Anything, love, just say the word.” Each of Sebastian’s words had increasingly shorter pauses between them. He kept shifting his weight about.
“No, it’s not for drinking.” You started to hesitate, but remembered his knowledge of your bodily fluids was what got you here in the first place. “I have to pee into this vial.”
Sebastian stared.
“Oh. Alright, then.” His warm hands planted on your shoulder and hip and guided you further into the bathroom where he sat you down on the toilet. When he kneeled in front of you, you shouted and pushed at his shoulders.
“What are you doing down there?” you cried.
“Holding the vial,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Give it here.” He held his hand out for it, to which you clutched it in your hand tighter.
“What kind of aim do you think I have? I don’t want you to get pee on your–”
Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I don’t care about that, I’ve had my hands in all kinds of places on you.”
You leaned forwards and held his face in your hands. “Sebastian, my love, my husband, potential father of my child, I appreciate the sentiment, but I can’t pee with you that close to my body. You can stay in here, just turn around.”
When you let go, Sebastian huffed, but did as you said.
“Since when were you piss-shy?”
“Say ‘pee,’ Seb.”
“Piss off.” He glanced back. “How do we know what’s what?”
“It will take several minutes, but if the liquid turns clear, I’m pregnant. Black, I’m not. Alright, all done.”
Sebastian whirled around just as you were covering up. Once again, he carefully guided you back to the bedroom as if you were already gravid with child.
“I might be pregnant, not feeble,” you told him.
“Better to err on the side of caution,” he replied.
You gave him a bewildered look. “Since when have you ever done that?”
He kneeled in front of you and eyed the unchanged pregnancy test as if giving it an evil look would speed up the results.
“Since you became pregnant.”
“Possibly pregnant, and even if I am, the baby would maybe be blueberry-sized. Me walking around won’t hurt it.” You placed a hand on your belly. Thoughts of your little blueberry made a smile spread across your face.
Your husband laughed. “I’m not worried about that baby right now.”
Gasping, you shouted, “Sebastian!”
“What? I’m not. It’s safe and warm inside you. Me, I’m worried about my wife and the nine months she’s going to have to grow a human inside her.” His expression turned tender, and your heart swelled with love. The butterflies you felt when you were fifteen running around the restricted section with him at Hogwarts came back as they did every day you were with him.
His warm hand closed around yours and turned the vial towards him. Your husband frowned at the cloudy gray.
“Why is it taking so long?” Sebastian shook your joined hands and the color began to shift.
The two of you watched with bated breath as the once cloudy liquid cleared and lost all color.
You covered your mouth and Sebastian let out a shuddering sigh. He buried his face in your stomach.
“We’re having a child together,” he whispered. His voice broke. “I’m going to be a father.”
Tears sprung to your eyes. You nodded and ran your hand through his soft chestnut hair.
“It was always going to be you. There was nobody else,” you said softly.
Sebastian chuckled wetly. “Funny. I loved you long before that time in the library.”
“I remember you telling me that first day in Hecat's class sealed the deal for you.” Despite your teasing, your tone was warm and fond.
"You were electric. I'd never been so enraptured with someone before," your beloved husband replied. "I could only ever picture you as my wife from that day on."
You hugged him tighter. Words were insufficient thanks for the extent of his love for you.
When he pressed his ear to you, you reminded him how small the baby was - how it was hardly more than a clump of cells. Sebastian continued listening for something. He moved higher to the middle of your chest.
“I’m not listening for the baby. I want to hear you.”
While Sebastian listened to your heartbeat, you were sure that he could hear the rhythm pick up. For someone so reckless and stubborn when you met him, in your quiet moments, he said the most heart-stopping things.
You pulled him up to face-level and planted a kiss on his lips. He stayed half-knelt, looking up at you with reverence. You knew that look well. It was the only one he'd ever given you since you met. In all your hardships, in all your crazy adventures, Sebastian's gaze was always as if the stars in the sky rearranged themselves just to please you.
“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.
You thought that should be your line. He squeezed you tighter.
“For everything,” he added. “Absolutely everything.”
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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year
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Hello, love your deer series! I’m so smitten with tangerine. Would you be open to writing a story where tangerine finds the reader bleeding out from a stab or bullet wound in a mission where she’s/they’re not supposed to be. Despite being mad as hell, he helps her because he’s soft for her and she’s in a bad state and she explains to him that the person she attacked was her childhood abuser and he let’s go of his anger to become fluffy
Hello!! Tysm and I’m glad you like it!!
Warnings- mentions of Childhood abuse, the abusers kinda a creep, blood, stab wounds
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You weren’t supposed to be here, sure, but it didn’t matter much. You’d be fine. You pulled up the ‘find my phone’ app and looked at your husbands name. You clicked on it again.
Yup, you were at the right place.
He was in a store, and you were curious. You knew he was doing his work, but he’s been gone for days on end so maybe if you could just talk to him-
Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a familiar face. Your… ex stepdad?
What the hell? You thought, and you turned around quickly, but it didn’t work and he saw you. His eyes widened, and he gripped the knife that he was buying in his hand. You walked out the store quickly, but he was behind you quicker holding a bag.
Your old step dad was well… an asshole. He beat your mom, yelled at you a lot, he even beat you once or twice. Then your mom divorced him, he messed up the whole house by throwing glasses, plates, and everything he could and ruining it. He was also always a creep towards you.
“Y/n is that you?” He asked, walking up to you. You cringed and turned to him.
“Yeah…. Hi…”
“What a lovely surprise…”
“Yeah…"
“So, how are you, how’ve you been?” He said, staring at everything but your eyes.
“Uh, I’ve been fine. How about you?” You put up a fake smile.
“I’m doing great. How’s uh, how’s your mom?”
“She’s fine.”
“That’s good..”
“Yeah.. so, listen, I kinda gotta go so.. I’ll see you around..” you said, trying to get out of the conversation real quick.
“Wait! Could you uh… could you help me with something real quick? I parked my car in the back. And this bag is really heavy for my old arms.” He laughed and handed you a bag.
“Oh… uh, sure.” You took it hesitantly. You really were uncomfortable.
You followed him to the back, and then while walking you didn’t notice him pulling out something sharp from the bag he held.
Before you could react, he turned around quickly and stabbed you in your abdomen. You screamed and he covered your mouth. He got on top of you quickly, and was going to plunge the knife into you again before someone yelled.
“Stop!” A familiar British voice said, you couldn’t make it out. He held out his gun and shot the man. Twice.
He didn’t even notice it was you. He didn’t notice until he ran over to you, and saw your face.
You screamed and cried, holding where you got stabbed.
“Oh, shit. Oh shit. Lemon!” He yelled, his voice breaking ever so slightly. His brother came over and saw you. He went over to you as well. They sat you up against a wall and held their hands to the stab wound.
He held his hand to your face and the other hand to your stab wound. He caressed your face while looking at the stab.
“Love, your fine, your fine, he’s dead, alright? Just.. stay with me, yeah?” He said, panicked.
He kept talking and talking, trying his best to reassure you. His words seemed more like a blur, you were tired.
Finally, you calmed down a bit, and he told you to just appply lots of pressure on it as you both drove home, his brother in the back seat. He was speeding, but he didn’t care.
Once you guys finally got there, He quickly picked you up, carrying you as his brother fiddled around in his pocket for the keys.
“Hurry up, Would ya?!” He shouted, annoyed. You groaned and threw your head back as a sharp pain shot through you.
“Right, right, sorry.” Lemon said as he unlocked the door quickly and Tangerine ran into the bathroom.
He quickly got you patched up, you sat on the closed toilet seat while he did so.
“What the hell were you even doing there?” He asked you, putting the bandages away. He was angry, and you could tell.
“I was getting groceries, and he asked for help.”
He scoffed “You can’t just help random people. This is exactly why.”
“He wasn’t random. He was my stepdad.” You said after a moment of silence.
“Im sorry, what?” He said, shocked.
“He isn’t now- but when I was a kid.. he was really abusive, which is why they got divorced.” You mumbled and looked at the ground.
His gaze softened. He didn’t seem so angry anymore.
“I’m- Im sorry. That… sucks.” He was not the most sympathetic person, but he was trying.
“Yeah.”
After a while it was quiet again, and he crouched down in front of you.
“Look… I love you. I love you so much, and I’m sorry this happened. You’re genuinely the best person I’ve met, and I’m so glad Im married to you. Your so brave.” He grabbed your hand, and kissed it.
“And he’s an arsehole, or was. And I’m not good at this like at all, but I love you. I really do. So if there is anything wrong, please please please, just text me or call me. Don’t go out looking for me.”
“But I wasn’t-“
“I know you.” He said with a smile.
You sighed “Yeah.”
“So, what do you say me, you, and my bellend of a brother go ahead and watch a movie?”
“Sure.” You laughed quietly, and you both got up and headed into the living room.
“I heard that whole thing.” Lemon put his hand on his heart. “So cute.” He wiped a fake tear.
“Sod off.” Tangerine threw the couch pillow at his brother as you both sat down.
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thesupreme316 · 7 months
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Hi. I’ve read some of your fics and I was just wondering if your could do a x reader with either of the following (the Elite, Adam Cole, MJF, Ricky Starks, or one of the womens) I had a really shitty day at work and I wanted to know if you could do something where that after training the readers back hurts from taking bumps. My back is really bad to the point I have to go to the chiropractor along with my shoulder. I explained it badly because I feel like shit from work but just something really comforting
Honey, I hope your back is getting better (please don’t stress yourself). Imma do reactions so you can get the most comfort possible and sorry that this couldn’t come out sooner
AEW Stars React: Your back getting injured in training
Pairings: MJF x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hangman Adam Page x Reader, Willow Nightingale x Reader, Adam Cole x Reader
Word Count: 875
Supreme Speaks: hey I hope that the anon who requested this iks having a better day. I was gonna do an imagine but it was easier and quicker for me to write reactions. I hope all of you reading this also has a great day and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.
Warnings: same instances in different fonts, barely proofread
Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom
Kenny Omega
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Mans would notice the first time you landed wrong (Mans is the Bout machine)
He would try to correct you but ultimately decided to end the session to prevent an injury
I also think he is the one who constantly has an eye on you afterward; like you are not allowed to leave his line of sight
So you now have the task of sitting and being pretty while he fixes lunch/dinner
You are not allowed to walk around for long periods
Would give you tips on how to land safer in the future
I also say Kenny would put down a thicker landing mat for you once you are ready to train again
Would also praise you for trying to continue to train
“You are tougher than most of the boys in the back. Nick cried once from taking a bump wrong.”
Hangman Page
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MANS IS A SWEETHEART
Once you landed wrong and he saw how you reacted; you were immediately taken out of the ring
“Nope. No, no, no, we’re leaving and you’re getting a heating pad.”
Would immediately get you IcyHot/BioFreeze for your pains
Tries to distract you with discussions about other topics (favorite songs, movies, etc)
Would carry you every time you wanted to walk somewhere
Bathroom? You’re over his shoulder. Want to eat? You’re being held like a baby to the table
Listens to your rants, outbreaks, cries, anything at any time of the day
Would give you massages at any time
“Please do not move too much. I want you to be at 100% next time you practice”
Adam Cole
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Just like Page and Kenny, Cole doesn’t take this lightly (as he has suffered from back pains)
But I think you were landing safely and you just took too many bumps and they just started to hurt your back
Just to be on the safe side, he would book chiropractor appointments
He would go through the appointment to show that you’re not alone
Adam would also do his own observations to see if he needs to alter anything
Will readjust everything to make sure that you are comfortable
ALSO MANS WILL GET YOU FLOWERS EVERYDAY (I just see that whether it’s platonic or not)
“You’re gonna be okay and I’m so proud of you for taking everything like a champ.”
Also, he would have a bath waiting on you before you could walk in the door
That man will take care of you
MJF
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Okay listen….he would try to make fun of you at first
But when he noticed that you wouldn’t even give a snarky comeback, he changed his attitude
Will spend a shitload of money just to make you feel good
Appointments? Medicine? Massages? Compression shirts? You name it, he got it.
As you start to feel better, Max will start cracking jokes
“You are a strong individual who can take anything thrown at her….except for an arm drag”
Will reference you to make his opponent feel bad
“Y/N, who is smaller than you, had to stop wrestling temporarily cause she was carrying the weight of the industry on her back..unlike you shmuck.”
Ricky Starks
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Mans knows exactly how you feel
Will give you every piece of advice and equipment that helped him through his bad back
“Sleep on your stomach….or was it your side? Just go to sleep and tell me how you feel later on.”
Will make everything within arms reach for you
Doesn’t want you to enter the ring until a week later
Ensures you that you didn’t do anything wrong (wrestling is just hard at the end of the day)
Like Page, he will listen to what you have to say and will try his best to respond to it
Will support whatever you choose to do but will push you to keep going in the future
“I know it hurts now, but once you’re all better, you’ll forget this ever happened and flourish like the butterfly that you are…or something like that from Pinterest”
Willow Nightingale
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Okay, I think she would freak out about everything
Tbh, she wouldn’t know what to do as she is genuinely worried about you
You would find it endearing and a little bit distracting (in a good way) as she scrambles to help you
Would worry every time you left something up, doesn’t allow you to bend down
To comfort you; cuddles everyday…every fucking day… (you betta not decline em either)
Would take online advice to heart and hope that it genuinely helps you
I can see Willow looking up what to do to help you, but she would come across different conditions and would be convinced you have it
“Do you have Osteoporosis? No? Then you have Arthritis….No I’m not calling you old.”
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carolmunson · 1 year
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love you, meant it. (soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)
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a/n: another stream of conciousness ramble of eddie with a non-vulnerable gf who doesn't know how to be soft. only sometimes. cw: smut, heavy praise kink, minors dni 18+
She's not always so quiet. Almost too funny. Playful, even. Giggly. Glimpses of a younger version of her poked through her laugh, sometimes gasps, little shrieks. Not always so tense, or so internal. But it could be like a minefield. On eggshells. Sometimes when he stayed over he'd notice her get sullen when he woke up and come into the kitchen to meet her. Like she just wanted one second more of solitude. Quirks in her face. The way she said good morning, the way she didn't say good morning.
Sometimes he wondered why he was even there at all. The catalyst for more than two handfuls of fights. 'Well if you don't want me here, why do you even have me come over?!' 'It feels like you hate me!' 'Why do you always get upset when I'm around?! I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? Don't you like me?' 'Just fuckin' leave me then! If that's how you're gonna be, just leave!' She'd respond with half lidded eyes. Like half of her brain was somewhere else, the rest of her concious, present. The other half protecting her from the argument. Self soothing, almost constantly. But her laugh? Magic. Keeled over in Melvald's over a dumb joke he made, holding onto the shelves for support. Giggling when he swore at someone who cut him off on the road. Van swerving to save both of them. "Alright, road rage," she'd smirk, hand snaking behind his head to scratch gently at the base of his hairline, tangled in his hair, "Relax." Her tongue was quicker than Steve's, and sharper. Always toeing the line between clever joke and actually mean. Her cackle was always witch like, but funny. Enough to get a laugh out of everyone. Smoothing over whatever stinging sarcasm she might've let slip out of her mouth. Sometimes he felt nervous or embarrassed, apologizing for her when she got up for a drink or to go to the bathroom. 'She's just joking, I'm so sorry.'
'It's okay, Ed! We know!' Maybe he didn't always know. Sometimes things stung a little too much for him. He was sensitive. He thought there were times that maybe he wasn't man enough for her. But he'd only worry until they got home, and he could show her how much of a man he was.
“Good girl, baby,” he’d murmur, pinning her to the mattress. Flat against her, fingers laced over hers, both set of arms over their heads so he had leverage to keep rolling his hips against her.
“Such a good girl.”
Her voice would change, her demeanor. It was the only time she’d become easy to bend, to touch. Lava through his fingers, hot skin and sweat.
“You’re doing so good,” he’d grunt, lips against her ear, noses brushing together while he'd linger his mouth over hers, “You like getting fucked nice and deep?”
“Y-yes sir,” she’d whimper. Eyes rounding while she’d look up at him, begging to be kissed. Legs hugging him close to her while rocked himself inside.
She almost always cried when she came like this. It took him over a year to get used to letting her cry while they had sex. A year of talking about it, assuring him that it was okay, she wasn’t in pain. She just felt so good that it made her cry, it made her tap into something. Real release — and she needed it. She was so tied up. So tightly wound. She begged him to only stop if she said stop.
So he learned, as hard as it was to watch her cry to start. But now it felt like a prize. To get to be the person who sees her like this. The person she loves and trusts enough to watch her become undone.
“I’m here, baby,” he’d coo while she shook beneath him, tears streaming down her face, “Doing so good for me.”
He bites back asking if she needs him to stop, opting to slow down his thrusts and kiss her where the tears streak her skin instead. Compliments to the chef for the salt on her cheeks. Every press of his lips becomes a congratulatory praise.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothes while she tries to swallow crying with big breaths, perpetually stopping herself from feeling any further than she wants to, “You can cry. It’s okay. S’just me.” He knows to take this as a cue, pulling out and partially dressing both of them. Clouds of big t-shirts and sweatpants and boxers bounce in front of her through swaths of tears. His heart breaks when she starts to apologize. It never gets easier to hear her say 'sorry' for crying. "You didn't finish," she'd croak out. "I don't need to, angel," he'd assure, "You need to finish. I know you're not done crying."
"The moment's passed," she'd shrug, shuddering breaths rattling in her chest. "I told you not to keep making yourself stop. You're like, emotionally edging," he'd press kisses to her cheeks, pull her into him, wrapping their legs together like vines, "It doesn't make me upset."
"It made other people upset," she shrugged, "Old habits die hard."
They'd been together for years, and he doesn't know much about her old habits. She doesn't talk about her exes. She talks about her family. Sometimes that's enough to gather where she's coming from. He likes how she takes care of him. She goes to all his shows, she makes signs and fliers for them. She helps him clean up the record store when he has to close; she always brings a snack. She buys him gifts that make him cry, stuff he mentioned he wanted when he was a kid. Like Lite Brite, and Hungry Hungry Hippos, Dark Tower, stuff Wayne couldn't afford. She always let him win. They spent all last Christmas playing board games in her tiny livingroom. She's gentle with him in all the ways she isn't gentle with herself. He wonders if she'll cry when he proposes. He doesn't think she will. But it would be cool if she does.
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kpopimaginings · 1 year
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Stray Kids Reaction (Maknae Line) - Finding you after/during an attempt
TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read any further if you may be triggered by stories about suicide, mental health, depression, anxiety. (If there are any TW tags that you have blocked and I haven’t used, tell me! I will add them)
I would also like to make it clear that in none of scenarios is what happens actually because of the members. It is written from their perspectives where they may blame themselves, but that is not how depression normally works.
Hyung line: Part 1 - Part 2
Maknae line: Part 1 - Part 2
There will be a part two (which could also stand alone) of the super fluff that happens when he can properly talk to you/take care of you after.
Han
Both of you had your own mental health battles going on but were very mindful of each other. You were always making an effort to check-in when you were apart. Even if you missed each other's calls, you would text or call back as soon as possible. Particularly with you knowing Han's anxieties, you didn't like to leave him waiting too long.
With both of you having your own lives, you quickly realised the best way to avoid added stress was to have a set time to check in with one another. That's why it surprised Han so much when you didn't answer his call.
"Hey, angel, it's your boyfriend," he said to your voice mail, "Just let me know you're good when you get a second."
After hanging up he couldn't help but constantly check his phone, waiting for a call back, a text, anything.
When there had been no contact after about 5 minutes, he called again. The longer the dial tone sounded the more anxious he became. With the phone still pressed to his ear he awkwardly pulled his shoes on with one hand before rushing out.
He was grateful your apartment was so close as he continued to call, hanging up and redialling every time your voicemail began. Until one time when the dial tone cut quicker than normal. He called out your name before realising there was no sound. Pausing briefly, he looked at the screen. You had terminated the call. You were with your phone but ignoring him.
The anxious adrenaline kicked up a gear as he gave up calling and all but sprinted the rest of the way to your building, cursing under his breath. He thanked his brain for remembering the entry code despite the panic as he bypassed the lift to dash up the stairs.
Once again, the numbers were pressed on autopilot as he reached your door, swinging it open with no thoughts of closing it. His heart felt like it would burst through his chest as he ran to your bathroom entering immediately to find you struggling with the childproof cap on a bottle of pills.
Quickly noticing the bottle of vodka you had on the sink beside you he knew his panic was justified. Darting forward he grabbed for the pills in your hands.
"No!" you shouted, fighting for them. "No! Let go."
This was a battle you were both determined to win. In the midst of the struggle, you somehow got the lid off, causing your arm to jolt back knocking the alcohol bottle off the sink. Pills clattered to the floor amid the vodka and broken glass. You sunk to your knees scrambling to gather the tablets up. Your breaths were laboured and frantic, your brain unable to register the pain from the cuts the shattered glass inflicted on your hands and knees.
Han continued to call your name, desperate to break through whatever had taken a hold of you. There was no acknowledgement from you from you as you picked up glass alongside the medication and raising your hand to your mouth.
Realising what was happening Han smacked your hand causing you to drop them. Rushing behind you, he grabbed your wrists pinning them to your chest and lifting you to drag you out of the room. You fought against his grip as you cried and shouted.
"What are you doing?" you screamed. "Put me down! Just leave me alone."
Once you were out in the hallway, safe from all the glass, he sat on the floor and wrapped himself around you to stop you getting away. As you slowly start to calm down, your cries becoming quiet sobs, Han felt it was safe enough to remove one of his arms from around you to reach for his phone and call an abulance.
As Han spoke to the operator, you finally stilled now drained of energy. You just sat in a haze for a moment, not focussing on anything around you, sight or sound. When your boyfriend had finished his call and felt safe to let go of you, he moved into your field of vision and started to tap your leg in an unpredictable pattern to ground you.
You gradually became more aware of your surroundings and the first thing you noticed was the bloodstains on your boyfriend.
"Babe, what happened?" you asked, concerned.
Han simply stared at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Are you bleeding?" As you reached out to him, you started to feel the pain from the cuts on your hands.
You looked down at your open palms, realisation hitting you as you thought over what had happened. Tears began to fill your eyes again.
"I'm so sorry," you managed to tell Han.
He simply sat next to you and cradled you in his arms.
"I just can't do this anymore," you sobbed as he held you close.
Han was fighting back his own tears now. What more could he possibly do for you? He'd done everything he could think of to help you and be there for you, but now what? You were giving up?
Felix
Felix knew you'd been feeling a bit down lately so when you disappeared upstairs mumbling about a bath he'd brushed it off as you needing some 'me time' and left you to it. He simply laid down on the sofa and pulled his phone out calling Hyunjin. The sound of the older boy answering in English made him smile.
"I thought you had plans tonight Lixie. Is everything all right?" Hyunjin asked.
"Yeah, it's movie night, but Y/n's in the bath and hyung is out buying snacks," Felix explained.
The pair of them continued to chat about nothing in particular when there was a crash from upstairs.
"Babe?" Felix called up. "You good?"
"I dropped my candle," you shouted back.
"Ah, ok, be careful," he replied, knowing from the sound it was a candle in a glass container.
He apologised to Hyunjin for the interruption before they started conversing again. A few minutes into their chat there was a thud from upstairs.
Felix apologised once again before moving the phone away and shouting up to you. "Y/n, everything ok?"
When there was no answer, he put the phone back to his ear. "I'm just heading upstairs to make sure they're ok," he told hyunjin.
"How clumsy can one person be?" the older boy joked.
Felix just laughed as he ran up the stairs calling your name a couple of times before he reached the bathroom door. He knocked tentatively.
"Babe? Are you ok?" he asked with no answer.
Pushing open the door, he was greeted by a red puddle creeping towards him from your unconscious form.
A shard of glass from the shattered candle pot still laid in your hand. A destressed whimper fell from Felix's lips prompting hyunjin to speak again asking what was happening. In his panic, Felix's brain defaulted to its native language speaking in panicked Austrailian.
Hyunjin was doing his best and picked up the odd word. He managed to catch your name and a few mentions of blood before the call was ended. Alarmed now, Hyunjin immediately called Bang Chan and relayed everything that had happened on the phone. Dropping everything Chan rushed back home, flinging the door open and running up the stairs.
He stopped for a moment in the bathroom doorway taken aback by the sheer amount of blood around you before snapping out of it. You and Felix needed him to be strong right now. Noticing that he was trying to talk to someone on the phone, Bang Chan took it away from Felix. The operator on the other end seemed to be struggling to understand the fractured Konglish that Felix was getting out between sobs. Once the important information had been passed on, Chan left the phone on speaker and grabbed the two nearest towels throwing one to Felix as he crouched down.
Taking the arm closest to him Chan gently wrapped the towel around your wounds, holding tight to keep pressure on them. Feeling how limp your arm was, Chan properly looked at you seeing how sickeningly pale your face was. He felt his stomach drop with dread, panic starting to overtake him. That was until he looked up and saw Felix. He was still sat staring at you, his tears now falling silently. He must have taken the shard of glass from you as his hand was now bleeding.
"Lix," said Chan gently, "The towel. Wrap it around her arm and hold it like this."
Robotically, Felix did as his hyung instructed wrapping the towel around your injury before placing your arm back down and leaning against it.
"She'll be ok, Lixie," Bang Chan tried to reassure your broken boyfriend. "We called the ambulance nice and quick, yeah?"
Felix didn't respond, just continued to stare at you laid out on the floor.
"What about you?" Chan continued. "Are you ok? I saw a cut on your hand. Lix? Felix?"
Still Felix didn't respond. It seemed to Chan that he had completely shut down but his thoughts were a mess of worries.
How could all this happen while he was just downstairs? What if he had gone upstairs after the first crash? Why hadn't he realised you were feeling this low? Was he that bad of a boyfriend that you couldn't turn to him? Would he ever get the chance to make it up to you?
Seungmin
Seungmin had been super busy with Stray Kids' come back so he hadn't been able to see you for a few days. Because of this he had decided to surprise you this evening. He approached your door excited to see the look on your face when you realised he had come to see you. Your smile was one of his favourite things. He always foud you beautiful but when you smiled, you were perfection.
Knocking on your door, he stood for a moment, rocking back and forth between his heels and the balls of his feet. When you didn't answer he reached for your spare key. It wouldn't be the first time you'd had your headphones on and not heard him at the door. He stepped over the threshold closing the door and removing his shoes before wandering the house to find you.
It surprised him to find you asleep in bed. Normally, just the sound of someone approaching the door would wake you. Seungmin paused for a moment, a soft smile on his face. You must have been so tired. He felt bad waking you, but he knew you would want to see him as much as he wanted to see you. He walked closer and nudged your shoulder.
"Jagiya," he spoke. "It's your Seungminnie."
When you didn't stir, he took both your shoulders and shook you slightly. Still nothing.
"Y/n?" he said, more loudly now.
Why weren't you waking? It was then that Seungmin noticed the empty cup and sleeping pill bottle on your bedside table. But it wasn't that late in the evening, and you wouldn't normally take one unless you'd been struggling for a while to get to sleep. Plus, you're alarm was normally still enough to wake you, so surely Seungmin shaking you should get some sort of reaction.
Out of curiosity he picked up the bottle and noticed it was empty. Before the panic could properly set in, he called Bang Chan for some rational advice.
"Hey Min," came Chan's usual upbeat tone.
"Hyung?" Seungmin's shaky tone contradicted that of the leaders. "Um, I'm not sure how much I should be panicking right now."
"Why are we panicking? Are you alright?" Chan's voice had changed now, but it was still as calm as he could make it.
"Well, I'm at Y/n's place and I can't wake them up and their sleeping pills have all gone?"
"Okay, do they feel cold?"
"No... No, why would they feel cold?" Seungmin challenged.
"And they're still breathing?"
"Yes, they're breathing, why wouldn't they be breathing?"
"Okay, that's good" Chan reassured the younger. "Are the pills prescription? Can you tell when they got them?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line.
"Seungmin? Hey?"
"Yesterday..." Seungmin finally managed to answer, his voice barley audible.
"Right." Chan asserted doing his best to remain calm. "You need to call an ambulance, when they answer..."
"Ambulance?!" Seungmin interrupted begining to really panic now.
"Yes. You need to tell them what you just told me." Chan paused, now noticing the sound of Seungmin's panicked breathing as he incoherently began trying to say something.
"Felix!" Chan called out to the boy closest to him. "Call an ambulance to Y/n's house, now please!"
A confused and highly concerned Felix immediately pulled out his phone and followed Chan's instructions. 
"Seungmin, Y/n needs you to focus. Tell me the name of the pill," Chan pleaded as he pulled on his jacket and shoes. "Just spell it out if you need to."
The mention of your name grabbed Seungmin's attention enough for him to respond, spelling out the word on the label. Chan passed on the relevant information to Felix before rushing out.
"Min, stay on the line with me, yeah? I'm on my way, Felix is sorting the ambulance. Y/n will be ok, we are going to get them help."
Chan started running to yours, noticing that Seungmin wasn't responding. "You still with me?" he asked.
Seungmin hummed, but still wasn't responding with words.
Luckily, your place wasn't far from the dorms and Seungmin had put the spare key back before closing the door behind him. Chan easily got in, making sure to leave the door ajar for the paramedics who weren't far behind him.
Chan barely had time to pull Seungmin into a hug when the heard the sound of the emergency responders shouting as they entered. Still holding his dongsaeng, Bang Chan called back leading them straight to you. As paramedics began to check you over, Chan pulled away taking Seungmin's face in his hands and wiping his tears away with his thumbs.
"Help's here, see?"
"But why couldn't I help?" the younger choked out. "I haven't been here in days and maybe if I was..."
Seungmin couldn't finish his sentence as he broke down in despair burying his face in his hyungs should once more.
"Why am I so useless?"
IN
It was a day just like any other for Jeongin. He'd stayed behind a little late to work on some lyrics with Chan, so it was late evening by the time he returned to the house. As he walked in, he saw Kkami's lead missing from its spot by the door meaning Hyunjin must be out for a walk.
"Yeobo? You home?"
No answer. He smiled to himself; you'd been down lately but had been talking about catching up with the gal pals, so he assumed you were hitting the town. Realising he had the place to himself for a bit he smiled to himself. It was rare for him to have time alone, so he was going to make the most of it.
Heading to the kitchen to grab a snack, he was surprised to see dirty dishes in the sink. You'd normally berate him and Hyunjin for leaving washing up. He decided to earn some brownie points so he cleaned up a little. Once he was done, he figured he deserved a treat before you came back. He'd recently been gifted a new game at a fansign and had left it upstairs in your guys bedroom so he headed up to retrieve it.
As he reached the top of the stairs Jeongin smiled to himself again. You'd left the light on in the bedroom, yet another thing he always got told off for.
"Y/N you're in for it when you get back," he thought to himself.
He pulled down the door handle and pushed but was utterly confused when it didn't open.
He frowned slightly. There wasn't a lock on the bedroom door or anything. What was happening?
Bracing himself a little he turned the handle again and shoved with his shoulder. The door suddenly budged open just a little, not enough for him to squeeze through but maybe he could see what was causing the obstruction?
As Jeongin looked down it was as if the floor beneath him had suddenly vanished.
"What...? Y/N?!"
Before he could fully process what he was seeing, he slammed into the door once more, giving himself just enough space to get through to you. Through watery eyes Jeongin started trying to undo the rope around your neck. His hands were shaking so much he couldn't find purchase on the rope to even begin to get it off you. In a blind panic all he could think of doing was getting the rope off the doorknob.
With the adrenaline running through his body Jeongin felt no pain as he repeatedly bashed his fist again the handle. He didn't feel it when his bones broke; barley registered when the handle finally came free, tearing into his hand. In fact he only realised he'd hurt himself when he saw his blood on your skin. He panicked even more before understanding that it came from him not you as he hurriedly removed the now loose rope from around your neck.
In a desperate attempt he shook your shoulder calling out your name, trying to get you to wake up. It didn't take long for him to realise that you weren't there anymore. Despite shaking with worry and with one busted up hand, he somehow managed to get his phone out of his pocket and call 112.
"112, what is the nature of your emergency?"
"Please help... they're not, they're not... I don't know... I don't know what to do, please help," Jeongin could barley form the words he needed to say in his head, how could he tell this person what was going on?
"Sir, are you okay? Is the patient breathing?"
"No, no they're not breathing! Please..."
"Okay I'm going to talk you through CPR just do as I say. Can you tell me the address of the emergency?"
Jeongin doesn't know how he manages to talk in between his sobs but manages to relay your address before the operator begins talking him through CPR.
He can tell he's not doing a good job of following the operator's instructions. He was trying as hard as he could, but he couldn't fully compress your chest, the blood from his cut was making his hands slippery and his body kept stopping him from putting his weight onto his broken bones. He was so focused on trying to help you that he didn't even realise Hyunjin had returned home until he spoke.
"Move I'll do it," Hyunjin said, shoving Jeongin out of the way.
Hyunjin felt bad at how harsh he sounded but he didn't have time to try and console his dongseng, not when he came home to find one of his best friends lying motionless on the floor. Jeongin looked on as Hyunjin began giving you CPR. His mind was spiralling at a loss of how to help, he had to do something. He just didn't know what.
"Let me..." Jeongin began as he reached for you.
"Back off. You're in no state to help right now," Hyunin snapped.
Jeongin whimpered before whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry hyung, I'm sorry Y/n."
Jeongin couldn't pull his eyes away from you as he curled into himself. Struggling to breath now all he could do was sit there and watch as someone else tried to help you.
"I'm sorry."
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boydepartment · 9 months
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His- HueningKai x Gn! Reader
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MASTERLIST warnings- angst </3 kinda fluffy tho. college au (kai has to make terms with saying goodbye) inspired by Taylor Swift's mine
wc- 520 words
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Kai watched as you two sat by the lake, it was your last day of community college, and it was time to finally go out to a university. You both have known each other forever. At first you came into his life by his sisters. They wanted to move onto other things quicker than both of you. So around senior year of highschool it was just you and Kai. At first, he was sad it was just the two of you, but as time moved forward, he was so thankful. It gave him time to fall in love with you.
He remembers the day you both graduated highschool. You were upset having to say goodbye to your friends who wanted to move on to another place in life. But you wished all of them the best, even if they made fun of you for wanted to start at a community college in town. You were so forgiving and kind, it was the first time Kai realized how deep his feelings for you were.
He still remembers when you flunked your first essay, you weren’t used to such heavy grading, as high school came fairly easy to you. It was the first time you cried in front of him. He still remembers the way you were so embarrassed that you got snot on his sweater. Kai didn’t care though, and he ended up teasing you for it.
He still remembers the first “college party” you attended together. It was just a get-together at a friend’s house for their birthday. All he remembers is having to hold your hair back as you threw up in the toilet back at his house. He remembers you crying about not being able to go home due to "the explosion of anger your parents would have at the sight of you being drunk." It was the first time you spent the night at his house. It was the first time the house didn't feel empty.
He still smiles when he sees your section in his closet, your drawer in his bathroom, and your spare shoes by the door. No matter where you were Kai would still smile at the traces of you.
He remembers the way you looked at him when you told him you got accepted into your dream college, far away from here. You didn’t think you would get in so you really just applied for shits and giggles, Kai knew you would get in though. It was the first time he realized that if you really love something you have to let it go. Even if it meant you, his best friend, someone who he fell in love with.
“We won’t get to go to this stinky lake together anymore…” You mumbled and kept your eyes on the water. You knew if you looked at him, you’d start crying.
“You can come back during the summer when it’s at its peak of smelling like shit.” Kai spoke and shoved you lightly.
Your head fell back as you laughed, Kai watched you. Even after preparing to let you go to your great endeavors, he knew it was still going to hurt him badly. He should really just tell you that he’s in love with you. But Kai doesn’t want that to hold you back, he doesn’t want to make it all about himself.
You scooted closer to him and leaned on him, “I’m going to miss you a lot, I promise to come back whenever I can…”
Kai nodded and put his arm around you, you were the best thing that’s ever been his, “pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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i promised a little starlet a bday thot, yes? 💕
it’s no secret that you hated your stepbrother and this new dynamic of a family since your mom got remarried. but it’s worse because they forced you two to attend college together. now you’d really have to be stuck with him.
Him? Ari Levinson. Your 6’8 shaggy haired stepbrother that also thought he was Dad.
You knew he’d be a pain, before college, he was your typical brother, it seemed like his life mission was to make yours hell. You could barely live how you wanted without Ari down your back. He loved to play Dad, always telling you what to do, what to wear, and thinking it was his place to determine the kind of partner you should have.
But over time, shit got weird. Ari would get bold with his comments, make inappropriate sexual jokes, let his eyes wander at your body whenever he had the chance, and find ways to get handsy. You vividly remember him grabbing your waist and pressing his crotch against your ass all just to say excuse me and get past you.
Not to mention that one time you caught him raiding your panty drawer.
It was moments like that where you were glad college was here, you could get the fuck away from Ari. But even then, he always found you.
Tonight your university hosted a homecoming event and with the thousands of students, you hoped to not see Ari at all. But boy, were you so wrong and in for quite the surprise.
For Ari, he had to have you and needed you with him at all times. You were dangerously perfect for him, not anybody else. And he was glad to have that sense of power now that your parents weren’t around anymore.
He found you at the party and groaned. You were in this fitted satin mini dress, it showed off everything that was his. But he hated it because he knows it was your slut friends that picked it out, you weren’t that risky to do it on your own.
The room was insanely packed and that’s how he liked it, he couldn’t control himself and enough was enough. He followed you and your friends to the bathrooms before snatching you up and moving you to a deserted corner.
He shoved you forward into the wall, kicking your legs apart. “W-what the fuck, Ari, stop, what are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago”
Ari shoved his hand up your dress, only to find you completely bare.. and worked up.
“No panties? You dumb little whore, that’d better be for me, who the fuck else did you plan on fucking for you to walk out of your dorm with no panties on, huh?”
He slapped your ass hard before opting to give your clit a few rubs, though he didn’t need to. Ari hurriedly worked his pants open, freeing his hard length and giving himself a few pumps. He wasted no time with shoving forward in your pussy and fucking into you.
You wailed, desperately grabbing at the wall. You felt his big hand slap around your mouth, his ragged breath by your ear.
“Shut the fuck up, now. Your little slut friends are just in the next room over, wouldn’t want them to hear you, right?” You nodded meekly, crying out under his palm and clutching it.
Ari was fast and rough, ramming into you with the intent to teach you a lesson and the quicker he got close to his orgasm, he’d gotten the perfect idea.
“Normally when we’d do this, I’d have you cum about five times before me but not tonight. Bad girls don’t get that luxury when they dress like a whore. I didn’t watch you pack for nothin’ , don’t ever let me see you out like this, you understand me?”
You cried out, “y-yes”
That earned your ass another slap, “yes, what? Use that fuckin’ brain”
“Yes, daddy”
Ari chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek, his orgasm on the rise.
“Gonna cum in you and you better keep it all in there, I don’t wanna see nothin’ fallin’ out, you hear me?”
You whimpered, shaking like a leaf in Ari’s huge hold. This was fucked and you truly knew there’d be no way you could escape Ari, he’d always loom over you and keep you right in his blindsights.
Oh beefy stepbrother! Ari 😮‍💨 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAE! ❤️
AHH I HAVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO FINALLY READ THIS: bestie genie, I love you SO FUCKING MUCH 😤😤💓💖🫶💗💋
Oh my he’s a toxic asshole but he can have me whenever he wants 🫡 AND HE’S A PERV ?? AHH *THOT HISSING NOISES* I am such a whore for this beefy!mean!stepbrother!ari, I’m on my knees !! Pls right there with the whole party going on 😳 bare 😵‍💫 mean 😣 just so fucking daddy 🥴😮‍💨 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING MY EYES WITH THIS FILTHY THOT !!!!!!😌🥰🫶🫶
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A Halloween Baby
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HALLOWEEK  9. “A Halloween baby oops”  Reece James  Word Count: 1,085  Early hours of the morning, you felt a mild pain in your lower back but that was to be expected due to being 36 weeks pregnant.  You let out a sigh as you couldn’t get back to sleep at all, heaving yourself  across to the other side of your body. 
“Fuck sake” you groaned as you sat on the side of the bed as there was no way you were getting back to sleep anytime soon.  “What’s up?” you heard behind you as you turned around to see a sleepy Reece looking at you from under the thick duvet.  “I don’t feel very well, I can’t sleep” you turned to see him.  “Oh sorry, you should have woken me up” he mumbled as he yawned.  “To do what exactly? you get some sleep darling. I am going to try and rest downstairs” you leaned in and kissed him.  “No stay here babe, you don’t need to go downstairs. Just try and get comfy with me” you nodded as you cuddled against him.  You managed to get a few more hours of sleep before you started to feel some pain again.  Trying your hardest to sit up once again. “Fuck” you groaned as you felt Reece beside you stir in his sleep.  Grabbing your phone beside you, timing what you thought were contractions.  “Reece” you whispered, shoving his arm to try and wake him up.  “Reece, wake up” you cleared your throat as you spoke slightly louder this time in hope to wake him up.  “What?” he groaned out loud.  “I i sorry-” you mumbled as a tear rolled down your face.  “What?” he replied again.  “I think I am in labour, my contractions have started” you muttered as you watched him jump up from the bed.  “Sorry, right what do we do? you are early? fuck- we are going to become parents. Fuck” he panicked as he couldn’t stop talking.  “Stop panicking you, just help me up. I feel like I need to piss, help me up” you groaned as you struggled to lift your body up.  “Thank you” you mumbled as he helped you up as you waddled to the bathroom to use the bathroom.  Reece didn’t know what to do with himself, his mind had gone blank. Completely blank.  “Come babe, let’s get you to hospital huh? this little man is ready to come earlier than expected” you laughed as you grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself.  You jumped in the car and headed to the hospital as Reece put the bags in the car, luckily you had already packed the hospital bags.  “How far apart are they?” he asked as he buckled his seat belt up.  “I don’t know, close together now than they were hours ago. I don’t know Reece. Stop asking questions” you laughed as he drove.  The drive felt like it took an eternity and you couldn’t get there any quicker it seemed.  “Here we are ”he smiled as he helped you out of the car.  “Thanks, ready for baby James?” you smiled as he rubbed your bump.  “I think I am ready” he smiled as you grabbed his hand and walked into the ward where you were eventually taken to your room.  The nerves were well and truly kicking in now as you felt a contraction coming on. You got to your bed and met your midwife again as Reece made himself at home.  “What you doing? I am sure I’m having the baby not you” you laughed as you watched him laying down on the chair.  “What else should I be doing?” he asked as you shook your head.  “Nothing, being supportive would help. But this labour could go on forever” you reassured him as the midwife came in and checked you over.  “You are 5 centimetres dilated, should try and rest before the contractions really start” you nodded.  “Course, thank you” you nodded as you tried your best to relax, easier said than done. “Reece can you come here please” you pouted as you waved at him, barely answering you as he had his headphones in.  “It hurts” you whispered as you grabbed hold of his hand as tightly as you could.  “Breathe in and out for me, do you want an epidural?” he asked you as you shook your head.  “When I am ready I will, but it hurts so fucking bad” you sighed as you cried into his arms as another contraction arrived.  “I got you” he whispered against your bare shoulder as he placed a kiss gently on your shoulder blade.  The last few hours had passed and you were absolutely exhausted, you only had a bit of energy left in you.  “y/n you are 9 centimetres left, so I want you to push for me as I can see the head” the midwife grinned.  “Come on baby, you can do this. One final push baby” you pushed as hard as you could as Reece was there by your side every step of the way.  “Here we go” your midwife cried as a shriek came from your baby as he entered the world. “Oh my god, you did it darling. You did it” you felt the biggest relief as you felt tears flowing down your face as your baby is put on your chest.  “Congratulations on the birth of your beautiful baby” the midwife smiled as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your newborn baby.  “He looks just like you” you mumbled as Reece cooed over his baby.  “I just need to check him over and weigh him, can I take him for a moment?” you nodded as she took him off of you and did what she needed to do.  “I am so proud of you darling ”he whispered as he wiped your head as your hair was all over the place.  “A Halloween baby, oops” your midwife laughed as you checked your phone.  “Oh wow, he is ”you smirked.  “Looks like a Halloween party every year” Reece smirked as he gently kissed the top of your head before taking his newborn in his arms. “Welcome little one, Theodore” Reece whispered as you nodded in agreement.  “He looks perfect, our little Theodore Reece James” you cooed as you yawned loudly.  “Have a little rest darling, I will have him” you nodded as you tried to get comfy.  “Thank you baby, you are amazing” you grinned as you watched him with Reece who looked perfect with a baby in his arms. 
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dollsandmasks · 2 years
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Does anyone want any High Guardian Spice headcanons? No?
Well, guess what, here they are anyway.
I was thinking about Lavender and Caraway and their school/early adventuring days, and how precious these two are, and brain things happened.
- If you think these two did not explore the entire Academy while they were students there, you are wrong. They looked high and low for any hidden passages, secret rooms and possible buried treasure. One time they got stuck in a small room which closed upon entrance and had to wait for two hours to get rescued; no one was amused and the two got reprimanded badly, but it did not stop the exploration. Caraway still uses some of the passages to move quicker around the Academy and create the illusion of being in several places at the same time.
- They would sometimes sneak onto the rooftop to stargaze, have long deep conversations about stuff they didn’t usually discuss during daytime and practice with swords/magic; miraculously, no one ever fell or got injured.
- Lavender loved exploring outdoors way more than Caraway did, so she usually did not drag him with her and only showed him the best places she’d find while exploring. He still visits those places sometimes to reminiscence.
- Their friendship was always very physical (no sniffing, though): they would hug each other, pretend fight, have two people mosh pits, the works. Lavender was physically stronger, but she always made sure to be very gentle with Caraway. This level of control over her own strength came in handy once she started training with a sword.
- Lavender was very protective of Caraway and did not mind threatening whoever attempted to upset him with a fist (or a sword). Caraway used to be pretty sensitive as a kid, but having to calm down Lavender often took his mind off of whatever was said to him, so Lavender’s attitude kinda helped (even if Caraway was always worried about her getting in trouble for protecting his honour). 
- The two of them would often get competitive and test their strenghts in various contests. Trivia quizes and memory games were Caraway’s speciality, while Lavender excelled at physical endurance tests. When it came to food-related contests, it was usually a tie (if one of them won, it was at a great cost).
- They would also play Gospel or Gauntlet with a ridiculous level of seriousness and dedication. No question or dare was off limits, and boy oh boy did they get up to some wild things sometimes.
- At some point early in their adventuring careers, they were dicking around with potion ingredients and Lavender dared Caraway to take a bite out of an extremely spicy root usually considered inedible. Caraway ate the entire thing in one bite, all while maintaining eye contact. He got very sick to his stomach afterwards, and Lavender kept apologizing and freaking out over it so much she cried. They spent that night on the bathroom floor, one completely in tears and the other laughing hysterically while also doubling over in pain. This is Caraway’s second favourite story of their times as novice Guardians, the first being the manticore.
- Neither of them ever learned how to make flower crowns properly, but God knows they both tried. Lavender would get hers halfway done but end up losing her cool and scrapping the entire thing, while Caraway’s crowns came undone as soon as you put them on. They both still kept each other’s failed attempts.
- Lavender never really got used to keeping pictures neatly in albums like Caraway does, her few pics of them together could be found at random in her work papers, drawers and old books. She somehow could still find a picture she needed within reasonable time.
If (when) I come up with more, you know where to find me.
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In reply to Anon: Because of water leakage, mold & structural damage, the disaster at my new house is covered by the previous owners' home insurance...so far. I have made it clear to the contractors that I am not responsible for the cost of anything. I'm only being inconvenienced.
What held up progress was the plumbers not being willing to re-enter the crawlspace until the restoration teams removed all toxic elements. Inhaled insulation fibers can cause cancer, ya'know, not to mention people who aren't allergic can be sickened by it.
One of the restoration guys came by today to install a new subfloor in the master bath that ought to seal off the mold from entering the house. He said the crawlspace was clear but not quite dried out. I told him, not clear enough for the plumbers & suggested they use a shop vac to suck up remaining fibers & standing water. He agreed they would.
It's a good thing I flipped houses back in the 70's & learned how to work w/ contractors. I'm reasonable, haven't cried or cussed, begged or threatened. I told the plumber I imagined all the joins & joints would need to be replaced after being submerged in water for only-gawd-knows how long. He said, nah, it would be quicker, easier & more cost-efficient to replace the whole plumbing system. Apparently, they come almost pre-assembled for manufactured homes. I replied, "You need to convince the insurance people, not me. I just want it done as soon as possible." He agreed, "Yes, mam."
So that's where I'm at. The Park's maintenance man comes by w/ a bucket of water every day to sit by the toilet. I've got cheap 5-liter water dispensers for drinking & brushing my teeth. Now, if I can only find a washrag, I'll get it wet, wring it out, & zap it warm in the microwave to wash my face. Otherwise, I'll be taking showers once a week at my daughter's house & get my laundry done.
The main inconvenience is the delay in the improvements I planned to do. Ya can't paint walls without water to wash your brushes & hands. And I can't have someone from Bathfitters come by to give me estimate until we can both breathe in both bathrooms.
By the way, the total cost so far is $17,000! Oh. My. Gosh.
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Summary: Chishiya greeting you bright and early with his fingers.
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x fem!reader
Warnings: Fingering (f receiving) , Oral (Chishiya puts his fingers in his mouth) (?) , lmk if there's any others , no use of y/n
Word Count: 657
a/n: short one-shot as an attempt to clear writers block :)
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Your eyes flutter open to the cold press of Chishiya's palm snaking down your stomach.  A soft breath escaping your mouth, letting his bitter touch travel around your body.
His finger tips trailed to your thighs, down to your knees, and up again.
"Mm.. 'shiya..." You mumbled, feeling your body heat up between your legs, quickly craving more.
The Cheshire man didn't respond, except his finger tensed and squeezed the top of your thigh, causing you to gasp.
You shoved your face into your pillow, letting his fingers take control of your body. He slid them up to your bikini bottoms, outlining your folds with his middle finger.
His mind lingered on how your body would look shaking uncontrollably. Begging him to stop but yearning for more at the same time.
He wanted to wait; tease you further. But, his mind got the best of him. He quickly pushed your bikini to the side and ran his raw fingers through your folds.
You let out a shaky breath, biting your bottom lip and trying not to lose yourself too quickly.
He smirked at how wet you were with just his touch. He collected your arousal on his fingers tips and slid one inside of you.
"Oh God.." You whimpered.
He wasted no time going in and out of you, quickly adding a second finger and watching as you muffled your moans in the pillow.
He palmed himself through his pants, biting his bottom lip and listening to the sounds of wetness you provided.
"Gonna..--Gonna cum..!" You moaned, moving a hand to grab onto his wrist.
It was as if he didn't hear you the way he went quicker. Not even stopping when he watched the white create a ring around his fingers.
"How long do you think you'll last?" Chishiya whispered, moving his head closer to place a peck on your shoulder.
"Fuck-- I don't know!" You blurted, letting your body begin to shake without will.
"I'd say 3 before you fall off the bed.. What do you think?" He whispered, his voice crispy with each word. He curved his fingers and conditioning them to hit the gummy spot within your walls every time.
"Yes--Yes! Fuck!" You groaned, not even sure what you were saying yes to. But, the euphoric feeling that he caused your body was addicting and hard to say no to.
He looked down to where his fingers moved and watched as he went faster. Your cunt pulsating around him and his fingers beginning to prune.
The familiar feeling rose in your stomach, you yelped as it snapped inside you. You cried at the feeling, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes.
"One more, you got it." He urged you on.
"Can't." You whimpered, your fingers clawing into his wrist and your entire body tensing at the feeling.
"Seriously, 'Shiya!" You moaned, trying to pry his fingers out of you.
"It'll be worth it, baby. I promise." He spoke into your ear.
"Mm, no... Next time-- w-we can... Fuck! Please!" You begged, finally getting your body away from him.
"Okay, okay.." He mumbled.
You were now facing him as you looked up at him through your messy hair and wet eyelashes.
He didn't bother to look directly at you, but he could still see your eyes on him when he placed his fingers in his mouth. Tasting yourself and gathering it onto his tongue.
"Oh." You mumbled, your mouth watering and a soft moan escaping at the sight.
He smirked as he removed them with a pop. Finally looking down at you.
"Usually I would've said 4, I was being nice." He admitted, raising a brow.
"It's too fucking early." You rolled your eyes, turning your body and standing off the bed.
Your legs were a bit wobbly at first, but quickly recovered enough to go to the bathroom. Chishiya's eyes never left your body as he watched every step.
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Tony: Peter, why are you limping?
Peter: Because I fell down the stairs.
Tony: Oh my god, are you okay?!
Peter: Yeah, I got where I needed to go faster. And my leg is bruised, but not my ego because nobody saw!
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