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teapartyprincess4two · 1 month

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Parenthood- C. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Chris

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Chris has 2 sons in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

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☆SFW

Fatherhood is something that scared Chris beyond belief, but when you broke the news to him he couldn’t contain his excitement. When your son was born, he fell in love immediately, and you both learned to navigate being parents. Then, when you were blessed with a second son, he was even happier.

☆ Chris cherishes every single memory, he’s really sappy about it all. He has a box full of pictures, baby socks, the wristbands from the hospital, everything.

☆ “Chris, some of this is trash,” you chuckle, filtering through the endless trinkets that all seemed to hold significance to him.

☆ “Our son’s first pair of socks isn’t trash, Y/n!” he snatches the box away from you, carefully placing everything back in.

☆ “Okay, but this dirty napkin?”

☆ “I wiped my tears with that. THANK YOU,” he snatches it from you, his sassy demeanor making you laugh.

☆ Chris loves spoiling his son, whether it be with toys and games, or with summer trips.

☆ He goes all out too, splurging on trips to Disney or to elaborate water parks, making sure to book the hotel and everything.

☆ “Babe, he’s 3. He won’t even remember this,” you chuckle, dragging luggage’s behind you.

☆ “Yes you will. Right, son?” Chris coos, bouncing the baby in his arms and blowing a raspberry into his neck. The baby giggles, the sound being music to Chris’s ears.

☆ The whole week it’s just you and Chris going on all the kiddy rides, snapping pictures of your son, and passing out back at the hotel.

☆ When you find out you’re pregnant with your second son, Chris does everything in his power to make your firstborn’s last months as an only child special.

☆ He takes him to the park, cuddles him to sleep every night, and showers that boy in so much love.

☆ Even though Chris is extremely high energy, being a working dad of two is very tiring.

☆ So, when the kids get older, he starts feeling comfortable taking ‘dad naps’ in random spots around the house.

☆ “Chris, babe, can you help me in here really quick?” you’re balancing a fussy baby on your hip, the other hand stirring whatever’s on the stove.

☆ You peer your head outside to see Chris knocked out on the hanging lounge chair. His chin rests on his chest, mouth open and arms crossed as small snores fall past his lips.

☆ Your oldest son holds a long piece of grass, tickling Chris’s nose with it. Your son whispers eerily,“Wake up daaaad. Wake uppppp.” You can’t help but giggle at the sight.

☆ Chris has successfully managed to cement his legacy as the ‘cool dad,’ or at least he thinks he has.

☆ He loves wearing funky graphic t-shirts when he’s chaperoning the kids, “I was young once too. I was the shit back then, kid.”

☆ Your oldest son just rolls his eyes playfully, but in reality he really looks up to Chris.

☆ Your youngest son loves dressing up like his dad, wearing his oversized t-shirts and beanies so big they fall past his eyes.

☆ “Look mom, I look like daddy!” he exclaims, accidentally tripping on the shirt as he runs towards you.

☆ Other times, Chris will throw on some sunglasses and try acting mysterious.

☆ The mysterious act doesn’t last long though, especially not when your youngest son cuddles up next to him for his afternoon nap or when your oldest starts asking for snack money.

☆ At family parties, Chris goes all out. He’s buying a bouncy house, cooking the burgers, renting an ice cream truck, and inviting all of his family.

☆ He loves playing games with his kids, usually forming teams and challenging them, “Alright me and Matt verses you two. Losers have to jump into the pool with their clothes on.”

☆ “Okay, but uncle Nick has to be on our team,” your oldest replies, fully confident in his ability to win his dad.

☆ Nick is then recruited, and surprisingly isn’t needed because your sons are completely obliterating Chris’s team.

☆ Chris isn’t a sore loser, it’s a trait he never wants to subconsciously pass down to his kids, so he’s jumping into the pool fully clothed as his kids watch in a fit of giggles.

☆ Laundry day is easily Chris’s most hated day, especially with two messy children.

☆ He’ll ‘help’ you fold clothes, which really means that he’s toying with the same shirt and flicking through Netflix.

☆ When the kids are asleep, you and Chris will treat yourself to some takeout because that’s the only time you can order food that the kids don’t usually like.

☆ You two are like little rats, hiding in the pantry munching before the kids hear you and wake up.

☆ One small creak and you’re both frantically hiding the food. “THEY’RE COMING!” he whisper shouts, but when no one opens the door you both fall into a fit of laughter at the dramatics.

☆ As your firstborn son gets older, he starts becoming snappy and somewhat rude, as teenagers often do.

☆ And although Chris doesn’t like reprimanding his kids for the smallest things, he can be stern when it’s necessary.

☆ “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. I don’t want to hear shit like that from you again. Go to bed.” Your son is hanging his head down and trudging to his room.

☆ “Don’t you think you were a little harsh on him?” you whisper, holding onto Chris’s arm gently.

☆ “My kids aren’t gonna be disrespectful, especially not to their momma,” he replies, but when he hears your son sniffling in his room the guilt begins chipping away at him.

☆ It doesn’t take Chris long after that to enter your sons room and engulf him in a hug, scolding him in a much softer manner that informs your son that what he did was still wrong, but also that Chris still loves him.

☆ Baseball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, hockey, football; your sons are doing it all.

☆ Chris is in the stands, cheering so loud that his voice is hoarse by the end of the game. Even when his kid’s team doesn’t win, he’s still so incredibly proud of their performance.

☆ Chris reps the jerseys, attends the practices, and coaches his sons even when they’re at home, “Widen up your stance then throw!”

☆ Whenever there’s an opportunity to make his boys laugh, Chris is taking it.

☆ He picks them up from school wearing big, fake teeth while playing silly songs on the stereo.

☆ Your sons are never embarrassed, they just hold their sides and laugh uncontrollably, “Dad I’m gonna pee, stop!”

☆ He doesn’t spoil his kids, but he definitely buys them an unnecessary amount of things. It’s mostly harmless stuff like toys, games, and sugary snacks.

☆ “They don’t need any more toys, Chris,” you scold, struggling to make space for all of it.

☆ “We don’t need anything, Y/n,” he replies, his inner child going crazy.

☆NSFW

As parents, it can be hard for you and Chris to make time for each other. Your schedules are packed with school, practices, work, and the few free moments in between are used for household chores. But Chris always makes time for you no matter what.

☆ For the most part, you have to be sneaky. During birthday parties or family events, you take advantage of how distracted your kids are and sneak away into an empty room like teenagers.

☆ Your adrenaline is pumping, clumsy fingers undoing his belt as he kisses you feverishly.

☆ “We have to be quick,” you whisper, watching hungrily as he lines himself up with your entrance.

☆ He doesn’t respond, knees wobbling and his animalistic grunts filling the room as he pumps into you quickly.

☆ Chris doesn’t last long, which is slightly embarrassing, but the times you guys have sex are so few and far between that you can’t blame him.

☆ “Sorry,” he whimpers, pulling out and collapsing next to you. “Don’t be sorry,” you smirk, straddling his hips and getting yourself off as he becomes an overstimulated mess.

☆ On date night Chris books a night at a nearby hotel, dropping the kids off with his parents and telling you to get all dolled up.

☆ He dresses up too, meeting you at the hotel bar and flirting with you like it’s his first time meeting you.

☆ “Hey beautiful, come around here often?”

☆ You play along, the butterflies swarming in your stomach despite sharing an entire life with this man, “I do. Never seen a man as handsome as you here before, though.”

☆ A few champagne glasses later, you’re both giddily walking back to the hotel room and making love under the soft lamp light.

☆ Some random mornings, he wakes up fully bricked and no matter how hard he tries to will the erection away it just won’t subside.

☆ “Y/n, baby, are you awake?” he murmurs, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulders.

☆ You stir awake, a soft yawn escaping your lips as you reply, “I’m awake.”

☆ He pulls you in closer, his erection pressing against the back of your thigh.

☆ “Need some help there?” you chuckle, immediately understanding his intentions. He hums in response, letting you take over as he watches in a lazy haze.

☆ “So beautiful,” he moans, hands caressing and massaging every inch of your body. You can’t help but blush, hiding yourself in the crook of his neck.

☆ “Look at me,” he instructs, he doesn’t want to miss out on a single thing.

☆ “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” his lips are latched to yours, an overwhelming feeling of love overtaking him as he blows his load inside of you.

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A/n: meow 😋 dad Chris anyone? 🎤

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snghnlvr · 5 months

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[2] 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. / park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis : you’re in a crisis whether or not to avoid sunghoon forever after your indirect confession backfired, however sunghoon wants to know why you’re ignoring him. you realized that you can’t avoid him for the rest of your life.

here’s part one of take a chance with me!

includes : 2.1k words | cursing | jake and yunjin makes an appearance!! | angst to comfort to fluff !! | happy ending :3

extra : i didn’t expect so much love part one received T-T thank you so much for supporting it <3 | yn is me when i deal with a messy situation :// | sunghoon is touchy?? | both of them are a blushing mess lol | KISSING | i’m sorry if part two isn’t up to your expectations T-T

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“you like sunghoon!?” your best friend, yunjin shrieked. her eyes were wide and her mouth opened, leaning back in shock as both of you are sitting in your bed.

you nodded disappointedly, holding a pillow on your lap.

after what happened last week, you decided to share the news to your best friend, yunjin because one, you needed to rant to someone and two, you’re comfortable around her as she’s open minded with a lot of things - especially with boys.

“you mean, the park sunghoon?” she emphasized each other, leaning closer to you with each other and scanning you as if you’re lying.

you nodded once again. “alright yunjin, share it with the whole world!” you rolled your eyes with her as yunjin leaned back again, nibbling her lip. she was thinking of something to solve the situation you’re dealing with because heck she didn’t know how to fix this one.

“argh!” you groaned, laying down in your bed as you covered yourself in your fluffy blanket. you closed your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect yourself and not rethink about last week.

yunjin just stared at you, eyes wandering all over your room. “well,” she started.

“sunghoon doesn’t know that it was you sending letters.”

you removed the blanket from your face, pouting at yunjin because she does have a point.

“but he said that he hates people sending him letters!” you shouted, once again putting the blanket over your head.

yunjin believes that you’re acting like a little girl. and you would think yourself too.

“but he doesn’t know that it’s you!”

“but he said it himself!”

at this point you kept arguing with yunjin, back and forth, screaming at each other’s faces. there was no solution except talking it out but you’re blushing at the thought of talking to him. you can’t bring yourself to talk to sunghoon, it’s just embarrassing.

[now playing… take a chance with me by NIKI]

in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.

you looked out the window as it’s a free period from your class schedule. it was cleaning period so all of your classmates are all over the place. you leaned down with your arms planted down on the window. your eyes were scattering at the outside view from your building.

the faded music from your classroom that was played from your classmates, did not help you in moving on from park sunghoon, if anything it made yoh regret everything, even your rejected letters.

your eyes were following each snowflake in a way to stay awake. your tired eyes were starting to shut off due to your classes that were stressing you out. you were also mentally drained from thinking about sunghoon and what to do.

do you continue being friends with him after he indirectly broke your heart or just flatly avoid him like a coward you are? both of them doesn’t solve anything.

you heard sudden screaming from down the hall. your eyes shifted from the view to whatever commotion was happening. it was getting crowded by girls so you didn’t know that was happening.

you kept peeking at whatever was happening. you were curious of it.

your heart paused when you caught a glimpse of sunghoon.

after the news spread like rapid fire that sunghoon won #1st place in his competition, sunghoon’s popularity rose. girls started to like him more and people wanted to be friends with him. it worsen your chances of liking sunghoon.

you noticed sunghoon’s cheek dimples when girls started mini conversations with him especially complimenting him and giving him gifts as a way to congratulate him in getting #1st place.

you smiled at the sight, feeling bitter as the feelings you felt last week were reoccurring. you miss that smile of his.

maybe it is time to move on.

as you were standing up, grabbing the broom next to you to sweep up the dust on the floor, sunghoon finally noticed you.

he’s been wanting to talk to you, heck, even see you but you weren’t in his sight. even when in class, usually you would try to steal glances (yes sunghoon knew about it but didn’t say anything) across the room but now, you just focused on the work in front of you. not even sparing a glance at him.

he observed you, assuming, are you ignoring me? he even pouted when you just left class, walking past him when his eyes were planted to yours, trying to make you look at him.

and now he has this opportunity in front of him. you weren’t busy nor occupied with someone. he quickly apologized to the girls, saying that he has somewhere to go.

he tried to leave the scene, making sure he isn’t pushing anyone and tries to jog towards you with your back faced towards him.

“y/n!”

you froze, recognizing the voice that was calling to you.

you turned around like a deer caught in headlights. you saw sunghoon breathing heavily, “hey..” he smiled upon looking at you.

you didn’t smile back, as you were shocked. you never expected a situation like this, not in public.

so you ran. you ran away away from him like the freak you are.

sunghoon was confused, standing still for a few seconds before his body moved to his own accord. he started chase after you. he was right about his assumption,

you were avoiding him.

that drove him motivation to more to run after you.

sunghoon noticed that you would walk the other direction if he approached you or look away if spared a glance at you. he wanted to know why. he wanted to know what’s wrong even if he didn’t do anything.

you didn’t know why your tears started falling after you made eye contact with sunghoon. your past emotions were resurfacing and you didn’t want to see sunghoon witness your pathetic side.

you wanted to run away and hide from sunghoon.

you didn’t know where you were going.

your legs soon gave up and you ended up in the school’s backyard. you were by yourself which was a good thing because no one will have to see you cry.

you were shivering like crazy because yeah, you just ran away towards outside when it’s snowing and you have nothing but a skirt (your school had heaters so you don’t feel cold once you enter) and a cardigan.

so smart y/n…

you were panting like crazy as if you ran 8 miles. you placed a hand on the wall to catch your breath.

“y/n..” a voice trailed behind you, also panting.

fucking park, did you follow me?

you turned around to see sunghoon with his messy hair and his messed up uniform. you noticed that he had a messy collar from running. you know you can’t run away from this situation.

“why..” you muttered at him with glossy eyes. you were undoubtedly confused as to why he followed you.

sunghoon slowly walked towards you and you noticed that he was holding his long coat in his arms. you looked back at him with hurt visible on his expression.

“why are you avoiding me?”

you were at a loss of words at the sudden confrontation. your heart was beating like crazy and you curse at yourself as to why you can’t form a single sentence. geez you might believe that sunghoon probably hates you.

“um..” come on y/n think!

sunghoon was staring at you, expecting a response but as he saw you shivering like a dog, he approached to you with his coat. he stood in front of you which didn’t help yourself form words.

he wrapped it around your body, sending electric shocks in your body from his fingers touching your shoulders. you slowly looked up at sunghoon as he made sure to cover every inch of your body with his coat, even if it’s touching the floor.

“whatever i did,” sunghoon was fixing the collar as you kept staring at him with a sad smile. “i’m sorry.” he finally looked at you. your eyes started to swell up with tears like a crybaby.

you looked down so sunghoon wouldn’t see your tears falling. “you don’t understand,” you whispered. “you hate people like me.” you swore that your voice cracked.

sunghoon tilted his head at that assumption. “who told you that?” he tried lowering his head to look at you. “i would never hate you.” he softly said, hands slowly placed onto your shoulders, gently massaging them to ease you.

“whoever said that is a bitch.” you chuckled at sunghoon’s words. how ironic.

“i guess you’re a bitch.” you looked up to him with a slight, amused smile. his eyebrows quirked at your words. you looked at him and noticed the snowflakes on his hair. you wanted to remove them but you held back.

“what do you mean? have i said anything?” you can hear the genuineness in his tone. you can’t be mad at him forever, it’s not even his fault.

“those love letters,” you decided to just spill it out. “do you why they’re gone? why you’re not receiving them?” you didn’t expect a response. “because they were from me sunghoon. i wrote the letters to you.”

now it was sunghoon’s turn to be frozen. his hands stopped massaging you, his lips puffed out air in shock, and his eyes are slightly wide. you couldn’t handle his stare so you sniffled, looking down.

you expected a disgusted look from sunghoon and let him reject you. what you didn’t expect is that, it didn’t happen. your imagination became false when you felt his lips onto yours.

you felt like time stopped. your eyes were wide in shock and your body became still. you felt sunghoon’s fingers slowly reach your waist, digging into them to be closer to you.

his eyes were close and his lips were slowly moving, hesitant to continue. your eyes were slowly closing as you realized that sunghoon is indeed kissing you.

you can hear your rapid heartbeat echoing in your head and you stopped crying. you can imagine yourself a blushing mess and your thoughts are all over the place.

the park sunghoon is kissing me.

sunghoon let go (unfortunately) and looked at you while you were processing at what happened. sunghoon saw your cheeks becoming more red but didn’t comment about it. he instead, fixed your hair strands from your face and put them behind your ear. he noticed a snowflake falling onto your nose. he wanted to kiss it but he controlled himself.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t know it were yours.” sunghoon’s hand slowly reached to the side of your face, his thumb staying at your tear stained cheek as he gently rubbed your skin. you leaned towards his soft touch. “fuck y/n i really am sorry.” he apologized once again, feeling utterly terrible.

“i only said that because i like you. i only said that bullshit because i’m in love with you, not anyone else. i didn’t want anyone else but you.” you were at a loss of words.

“i like the way you help others before yourself, how passionate you look like talking about the things you like, how you look so focused on the classes i don’t even like, the cookies you baked for the class, i liked them. i liked every bite of them. i like your eyes, your hair, your voice-” your eyes dilated at the sudden confession sunghoon is making about you as he starts looking at the ground because he can’t look at you in the eyes when he’s confessing his love for you.

“shit i-i didn’t know it was yours, i didn’t mean to hurt you last week-“ sunghoon was rambling whatever what was coming on top of his head. he wanted to ramble to show how regretful he is.

“hey,” you softly spoke, catching sunghoon’s attention. he looked at you with sadness and disappointment, especially in himself. he doesn’t deserve a girl like you. you just smiled at him as he was wondering why you aren’t punching him in the face.

well, you did call him a bitch…

“you didn’t know it was from me, it’s only natural to react like that. i became an idiot and didn’t talk to you about the letters, i was just a coward because i was scared to be rejected by you.” you chuckled at yourself, shivering at the cold despite being covered by sunghoon’s coat.

sunghoon noticed and pulled the coat tighter on you. he even buttoned you up so the snow won’t touch your clothes. you can’t help but feel warm on the inside. “yeah an idiot for running without a jacket.” he replied, pouting at your stubbornness.

“i’m assuming that you threw them away?” you asked sunghoon as he guilty looked away. you weren’t mad at him, for he didn’t know. “i’ll start writing them again.” you said confidently. you didn’t know where your boldness was coming from.

sunghoon looked at you with sparks on his eyes. “but on one condition.” you suddenly said, using your index finger.

“mhm go on i’m listening.” sunghoon stared at you with a loving gaze and his hands wrapped around your waist and you suddenly can’t speak.

is this his way of flirting?

abruptly, you stood on your tippy toes and pecked his lips. sunghoon was caught off guard when he felt your lips on him. you looked at him innocently when his lips were ajar. you smiled cheekily at him.

“shit y/n,” he pressed his chest with his palm. “you can’t do stuff like that.” he pouted and you can’t help but giggle at the sight you’re seeing.

“like what?”

sunghoon leaned down towards you. “two can play that game.” you saw sunghoon smirked as he whispered to you, feeling his warm breath onto your skin.

you were about to ask him what he meant but he beat you to it when both of his hands cupped your face, making your cheeks squished. he smiled at the sight before kissing you once again and the warm feeling inside of you happens once again. both of you felt it.

the feeling, it felt so right. your lips felt perfect onto his. you smiled against the kiss and sunghoon felt it. he smiled into the kiss as well. he tilted his head to the side, kissing you deeper. you couldn’t breathe both literally and figuratively.

both of you stopped, panting for air. both of you leaned away but sunghoon still cupped your cheeks because he wanted to be close to you. both of you were a blushing mess but kept quiet about it as you kept smiling towards each other, never wanting this to end. you both leaned your foreheads together, being silent but staring into each other’s eyes.

“what the fuck.”

sunghoon turned around and saw jake. you squinted your eyes from afar and saw yunjin staring. the two of them stared at the both of you with a stunned expression.

can’t wait to explain this one.

thank you for reading ! <3

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calumfmu · 10 days

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PLEASEEEE can we get a sequel to steddie fighting over reader ?? maybe they get together to confront reader and realise they could have a lot more fun if they work together ;))

I've been working on it babe and here it is !! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I had fun writing it. I love this dynamic I have going on, and I hope to continue it. So send me some requests regarding these three, and I'll deliver <3 (also Jesus Christ it’s a long one: 4.2k+ words) Steddie x reader who is playing them both (part two to this) cw: smut, smut, smut, threesome, swearing, 18+, mdni, angst, eating out reader, mentions of Steddie relationship? situationship? idk man, blowjob, unprotected sex, eiffel tower (let’s gooo), fingering, facial, creampie,

The last few weeks have been hell for you. Or heaven, if you could call it that. Both boys yearning for your attention, spending as much time as they could in your presence, one dropping you off only to be picked up an hour later by the other. Constant touches and moments shared in a secret rendezvous between the two of them. The interchanged teenage boy libido was wearing you out day by day, nothing like you had experienced before.

Steve lay beside you, panting as his chest was exposed to the night air, chest hair wet with sweat that dripped down the muscle. He passed his discarded shirt to you for you to wipe down the evidence of the events that just occurred. You were stretched out across the scrappy picnic blanket that lay in the dirt, lake water trickling behind you.

"So, I was thinking..." He began, pulling his shirt over his head. You eyed it, not recognizing the pattern printed on the front. It did look familiar, but nothing of the sort that seemed to be in the boys closet.

"Oh God." You teased, eyes widening at his words. He lightly slapped your arm, rolling his eyes at your comment before buttoning up his jeans.

"Seriously, I was thinking maybe we could, uhh... spend the night together?" He cleared his throat as you got dressed, speeding up your movements as you searched the lake bank for anyone who might pass by. It was uncommon this time of night, but something you should be wary of as Lover's Lake seemed to be a damn near tourist destination these days.

You shot him a look, crinkling your brow. "Tonight?"

He nodded, "Yeah... we finally got that Molly Ringwald movie you wanted to see. I snagged it before we could shelf it, but it's gotta be returned before Keith notices."

You pursed your lips together, toying with the hem of your sock as you refused to meet his eyes. He continued his words, flipping over his stomach to lean closer to you.

"I was thinking me, you, the movie. I could make you my world-famous dish that I've only made for... myself, but hey... I could use a critic. Then in the morning, we could take a trip out of town to--"

"Steve," you gently said, touching his arm as you finally met his eyes. His expression immediately soured, eyes darting away from you. "I can't tonight. Maybe t--"

"Tomorrow? Next week even? " He rushed, irritation filling his words as he sat up suddenly. He began gathering the items that lay around you, tossing your shoe in your general direction.

You were shocked, faltering in your movements as you took him in. This wasn't what you were used to, this wasn't the Steve that had stolen your heart in the past few months.

"Woah, what's up?"

Your voice was shaky as he pulled you to your feet, balling up the blanket that you once lied on. He threw it into his trunk, not bothering to shake the dirt off of it. His once pristine trunk was littered with brown, speckles of Earth settling into the carpeted crevice. Your shoe was half way on, heel sticking out as he rounded the side of the vehicle to the driver's seat.

"What's up?" He repeated to you, venom dripping out of his words. The car clicked as he unlocked it, you sliding into the passenger as he began to start it up. His movements were so fast you could barely keep up with them. "You seriously want to know what's up?"

He fumbled with the keys in the ignition, turning the key over and over before you placed a hand on his wrist, halting the repetition.

"Steve."

His chest immediately fell with a deep exhale, his fingers loosening before he turned his head to you. His brown eyes met yours, wide and filled with an emotion you couldn't quite touch on.

"Steve." His name on your mouth felt like a plea for help, wondering what happened to the Harrington boy that you were so used to.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, bringing his hands to his face as his head fell against the head rest. He ran them through his hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I just..." Chewing at your bottom lip, you didn't know how to start your next words. "I have plans with Eddie..."

His eyes rolled shut, hands falling to his side before he opened them to look at you. Silence filled the air accompanied by the nervous tap of your foot against the floor of the car.

"Yeah, I know." His whisper felt like a bullet, punching you through your chest, bleeding into your veins.

"You know?"

He laughed, a bitter sound making your skin crawl. "How could I not?"

"I'm sorry, I—"

"It's fine," he ended his words with your name, a sound you normally would love to hear coming from his mouth. In this moment, it sounded like a curse. "I—I just knew. Just like Robin said, you're terrible at it. Playing dumb."

Your mouth sputtered open, losing all words that could even begin to make an excuse.

"You go to his house when you're done over here. Days with me. Nights with him. I know the whole thing," he continued, counting on his fingers with every point he made. You nodded, agreeing with him as it was the only thing you could do in that moment.

"Are—are you mad at me?"

You felt like a little girl at this moment, getting chastised by your father even if the comparison was inappropriate. The only answer you got was Steve starting his car, putting it in reverse as he made his way to your house to drop you off.

The two of you sat in silence for the ride, your heart hanging heavy as he drove, Steve filled with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint—anger? Rage? Disdain? You weren't sure, whatever it was, he kept it to himself.

He pulled up to your place, lips pressed together as a goodbye as you turned to look at him before getting out. The door sat open, your leg half way out as you started him down, his gaze focused on the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?" You tried, smiling hopefully in his direction. He nodded, not yet meeting your eyes.

"Yeah, see you at 10."

Your face dropped, the mention of your shared shift starting having all hopes crushed. You were hoping he had mentioned something other than the start of the shift, that he was going to talk about taking you out, but you knew that ship had sailed. Whatever you had going on between the two of you—it was ruined.

Your exit was silent as you fled, shutting the door softly behind you before making it up your walk way. Tears stung at your eyes as you fought the emotion. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Your distraction was found in the sheets of Eddie's bed, the older man on top of you, half dressed as he kissed you. Steve lingered in the back of your mind, not dared spoken to him as you didn't want a repeat of the scenario that had occurred.

Eddie's kisses were soft, different than he normally did. He normally was fast, rough, strict black compared to Steve's white. Shaking your head, you placed a hand at the back of his head, pulling him further into you. He moaned into the touch, rutting his hips into yours as his hand pulled at the bra strap at your shoulder.

"Needy babe," he whispered to you in between kisses, pulling away to place his mouth under your ear. Your head crooked to the side, arching into him as the heat of his body overwhelmed any rational thought.

"Eddie—" You began, moaning at his touch. His fingers lowered the strap, dancing into the cup of your bra to grasp at your boob. Goosebumps chilled your body, prickling at the surface of your skin. "I need you."

"You need me, baby?"

The rasp in his voice had you falling apart under his touch, head pressed back into the mattress as bliss flooded your brain.

"I need you."

He hummed in response, trailing his mouth down the expanse of your neck. As his lips found your collarbones, you spread your legs even wider, your hands running down his sides. His tattooed skin felt like silk underneath your grasp, warmth shared in the touch.

"Is this okay?" You looked down to see him pressing kisses to your stomach, trailing lower and lower as gasps fled your mouth. His hands found the hem of your panties, pulling them down slightly as he buried his head between your thighs. The touch of his tongue on you had you gasping for more, fingers tangled in the sheets as he started his touches of pleasure.

He started out fast, tongue toying at your clit as your underwear was pulled down, still resting at your thighs, not yet free. Heat pooled between your legs, wetness dripping out of you. You loved the way he touched you, the way he kissed you.

"Fuck, Eddie—"

He hummed against you, tongue dipping into your hole as he pulled your underwear down further to gain access. Your legs were a bit more free of restriction, thighs pulling at the stretch of fabric.

"I need-" You began, shouting out at the brush of his thumb against your heat. He began to massage you, small circles rubbed against you.

"Need me more than Stevie?"

Your heart lurched at the name, not quite sure if you heard it correctly. Placing a hand at his head, you pushed him off of you, sitting up at your elbows to look at him. He was smug as the cold air hit you, your legs closing at the exposure.

"Wh-what did you say?"

A smirk played on his mouth, his fingers returning to your hips as he pulled you down the mattress closer to him. He leaned into his previous perch, pressing a kiss to your pubic bone. You didn't react, brows furrowed as you stared him down. He shushed you, returning his mouth to your wet cunt as he continued his pleasure to you. Your head fell against the mattress, eyes fluttering shut once again.

As his tongue worked you, his comment lingered, questions filling your senses. Did he say what he did? Or was your mind playing tricks, still caught up on the interaction earlier? A whine escaped you as a finger slipped partly inside of you, digit stretching you open with his tongue.

"Bet little Steve could never have you like this."

You heard it clear this time, your hands pushing him completely off of you before you sat upright, clawing at your underwear to be pulled up your hips.

"What the fuck was that, Eddie?"

It was your turn to be mad, the venom that lingered in Steve's words transferring to your own. Eddie's smug look only angered you more, features serious as his own were teasing.

"Just stating the obvious," he shrugged, leaning on one hand as the other reached down to adjust himself in his boxers. You briefly followed the movement, noticing how hard he was in his pants.

"What are you trying to get at?" You spat at him, already throwing on your clothes. Eddie watched you, eyebrows raised as you rushed it. You pushed off of the bed, searching for your shoe as the mess of his room was suddenly hitting you. "How do you live like this? It's so fucking messy in here."

He remained silent as you scrambled, flipping things over as you searched. That stupid smirk was ever present on his face, top teeth dug into his bottom lip.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and it shouldn't matter. Even if it is better," you continued, hopping on one foot as you located your sock. You struggled slipping it on, bra strap hanging off your shoulder, peeking out of your top. "In some ways, but not all, he is really good at that one thin—not like it matters. And not like I would even know."

He hummed in response, eyebrows raised as you knew he didn't believe a single thing you were saying. He found humour in the situation. It made you more mad.

"Anyways—I don't want to talk about Steve. I don't want to talk about it with you," you stomped your socked foot, height unbalanced as the platform of your one Mary-Jane stood in the carpet.

"Right," he nodded sarcastically, still seated on the bed as you made your fit. "Under the desk."

You crossed your arms over your chest, continuing your point, "I'm with you right now, it shouldn't matt—What?"

His finger pointed across his room, your eyes following it as you located your other shoe, sitting there on its side, under the small desk covered in figurines, music sheets. Grumbling, you crossed the room before slipping it on.

His laugh echoed through the room as you turned to face him again, pout on your lips. You hated when he was right.

"So... should I take you home now or do you want to continue your little temper tantrum?"

Your mouth dropped open at his words, leaning over at the waist towards him as he seemed so fucking smug. His laughter only deepened, his head shaking at your dramatization.

"I'm walking home."

He shook his head, standing off the bed as he grabbed his discarded jeans. The black denim slid over his legs as he hopped slightly, buttoning them up while staring you down.

"I'm taking you home, sweetheart, it's like midnight."

"No. I'm walking."

You stood firm, turning to throw open the door. You began to storm through the trailer, stomps shaking the pictures that stood on the walls. Wayne sat in the living area, cold beer in one hand, TV remote in the other. His eyes met the scene that entered, you storming through, arms crossed in front of you with Eddie high on your heels, van keys in hand.

"Babe—"

You swiveled around, halting both of your movements as you leaned closer to him.

"I. Am. Walking."

Wayne looked between the two of you, snorting under his breath as he watched his nephew stand in his place, you crossing the floor to the front door. Eddie didn't know what to do, mouth dropped open as you gave him the first bit of attitude he thought you had ever given. You pulled the door open, cold air breezing in. Turning to the middle aged man, you nodded your head in a greeting.

"Goodnight, Wayne," you smiled at him before turning to a scowl, head tilting in Eddie's direction. "Eddie."

The door swung shut behind you as you descended the small flight of steps. The trailer nearly shook as the metal made contact with the frame, loud into the night air.

Eddie stood there, gobsmacked as his keys dangled from his fingers. Wayne had his focused back on the television, some fishing show playing on the static of the box.

"Nice one, son." He muttered, shaking his head as he took a swig of the beer. "What'd you do now?"

"Uncle Wayne, please—"

Eddie's hands shook in the air before turning on his heel, returning to his room with a slam of his own door. Wayne shook his head again, snorting again as he looked at the front door and then to his nephews.

"Teenagers."

A dark hoodie was pulled over you head, black sunglasses sitting on your face as you leaned over the counter, sat in a chair Robin had pulled out for you. You weren't supposed to be in that day, disguise on you as you were wary to see sight of either boy.

"You look the exact same," Robin muttered, leaning on her elbow, one hand running across the cracked counter of the video store.

"Robin, shut up," you replied, ducking your head even further. Steve was nowhere to be seen, his shift not yet started. She laughed at you, shooting a look to a group of middle schoolers who were daring each other to sneak past the 'Adults Only' curtain.

"You look like you, but in disguise," she laughed, shaking her head at you as you looked around the store.

"That's the whole point, dingus."

"How long are you planning on avoiding the two of them again?"

You rolled your eyes behind the shades, pulling the hoodie further down over your head.

"Until they both forget I exist."

"Yeah, doubt that's going to happen. Steve hasn't stopped talking about you since the last time you saw him, and I see Eddie's van lingering in the parking lot, like a stalker," she said, sighing as she watched your paranoia. "You know, if they ever make a movie or something about the Richard Ramirez guy down in California, Eddie could definitely play him. Maybe he should get into acting!"

You gave her a deadpan look, mouth pressed into a thin line.

"You're losing the point, Robs."

She shrugged, sitting up as her hands found the counter. Her chipped black nails stretched in front of you, tapping patterns into the wood.

"I'm just saying, they're not going to forget about you or what happened two weeks ago."

"But I can try, no?"

The preteens who were terrorizing the store ran around, knocking over displays as they pretended to shoot at each other with finger guns. Robin shouted at them, fingers snapping in their direction.

"No, you cannot," her finger pointed at you, emphasizing her point. "You had to know this was bound to happen."

Groaning, you shrunk into your seat, hands at your head. "I know, but not like this."

"Well, I don't know what I'm supposed to say here," she said, grimacing a fake-smile (could you call it that?) at an older gentleman who came up, glasses huge against his oily face. He pushed his way to the counter, a little too close and personal to the two of you.

You both leaned out of his space, look bleak as he proceeded to ask about a movie.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Robin answered, typing into the computer as he supplied details of it. She searched the stores inventory, typing and retyping star names as he gave the wrong ones. "A stranger? Calling? 1979, really?"

He nodded in response, insistent on the description. You watched the interaction unfold, eyes darting between the pair.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, clearing his throat. The hacking of his throat had the two of you leaning further out of his reach. "1979, with that Carol Kane chick."

"Chick?" She muttered under breath, eyebrows flitting at the word. You laughed at her, her reaction being one of the reasons why you loved her so much. She typed some more, pausing as a title finally appeared on the screen. "I think I got it."

The slow computer loaded, pixel by pixel as details emerged. She leaned in closer, reading the details aloud.

"Ahh, When a Stranger Calls," she nodded, typing more information to search for its location in the store. Your eyebrows raised slightly, realization dawning on you. Your head suddenly felt more clear. "Girl gets calls from a stranger, finds out it isn't a prank, that whole slasher thing."

You stood up out of the chair, the furniture tilting back to slam onto the floor. Both Robin and the older man jumped at the loud noise, eyeing you as you pointed towards your best friend.

"That's it!"

The man grumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I think I was being helped first."

You waved your hand in his direction, focused on Robin who started at you, wide eyed. "I'm going to call them! Explain that I was serious about them both, but couldn't decide and break it off tonight! With them both!"

Robin squinted her eyes at your exclamation, not following.

"I think you missed the point," she said, annoyed look on her face.

"No, that's it!" You cheered, smile wide as you took the glasses off of your face. "Thank you, Robs. Oh my God, I owe you."

You turned to run out the store, giddy with emotion as Robin stood behind you, confused as always when it came to you. A bleak 'you're welcome?' followed you out there as you ran into the street. Your plan for later was much clearer now, anxious emotions fleeing as you made your way towards home.

You chewed on your fingernail, tapping your foot against your kitchen linoleum, glass of wine in your other hand. They were supposed to be here any moment, the two of them supposed to be arriving separately, hours in between so things could go smoothly. You were expecting them to tear each other apart, fight to the death or something of the sort right in your driveway. Hours before, two separate phone calls had orchestrated, different time slots reserved for the heartbreaking conversations that were to take place.

The calls had gone smoothly, only for you to spiral hours later, red wine being your only escape into a less anxious state of mind. You expected it to be okay, the in-person talk, yet could only think of the worst case scenario at hand.

The shrill ringing of the doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts, your heart racing with every step you took towards the front door. You took a deep breath before opening it, Steve and Eddie both standing there to your surprise.

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide as you looked between them two. Beginning to close the door, Eddie's hand shot out, stopping the movement.

"Hey, sweetheart," he beamed, tilting his head to the side. Steve gave him a look, eye roll in place at the nickname.

"Sweetheart?" Steve grumbled, hands resting on his hips.

"What—how did—why are you guys here?" You muttered, stepping aside as the two of them walked in. You remained frozen, eyes staring outside, where they once stood as they began to make themselves comfortable In your home.

Steve cleared his throat, pulling you from your trance. Reluctantly, you shut the door, turning to them as you gripped the wine glass in your hand.

Eddie stood, leaned against one of the walls in the foyer, Steve dead center in the small room.

"You invited us over, remember?" Eddie supplied, smile on his lips. Your eyes widened, darting back and forth between the duo. You shook your head rapidly, walking past them to the living room as they began to follow you.

You turned to them, a large swig being taken from the glass. "No! No! I invited you-" You pointed towards Eddie, "-over. And then him."

"Looks like you got two for the price of one," Eddie's stupid smug look had you faint, breath shallow as you moved to sit down, the Earth feeling shaky beneath you. He moved to sit beside you, legs splayed wide as he spread himself on the couch. Steve remained in place, arms crossed over his chest as he took in the sight.

"No, that's not—It wasn't su-"

"Supposed to be like this?" Steve spoke, his voice filling the air, drawing you from your thoughts. You looked at him, moving to take another drink from the glass, only to find it empty. He watched your hands, gripping the glass until your skin turned paler than your normal complexion.

Eddie leaned in your direction, hand coming out to rest at your thigh. You and Steve’s eyes followed the motion, time standing still.

“So, what did you want to speak with us about sweetheart?” The emphasis on their pairing echoed in the spacious living area, his vowels drawing out with an exaggeration that had your heart sinking.

“I just wanted to…” you cleared your throat, leaning to place the empty wine glass on the coffee table. “I was going to tell you that this isn’t working anymore.”

Steve’s eyebrows raised from his side of the coffee fable, he let out a low whistle at the words.

“Working with who?”

“Both. Both of you.” The two men nodded at your words, staring you down as you formulated your next words.

“You can’t keep up with the both of us?” Eddie asked, thumb beginning to rub small circles on your knee. Subconsciously, your knee began to pull closer to his, a familiar feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.

“You want me to choose one of you, and I can’t do that,” you sighed, placing your hand over his. He grinned at the touch, leaning into you even closer. Steve shifted nervously, watching the two of you. Even from here, you felt guilty, you making contact with the older man felt like you were choosing.

“You don’t have to do that,” Steve spoke up, moving to sit on the other side of you. You felt caged in.

A deep sigh left you, nerves returning as your sides began to warm up, the heat from their bodies entering you in the close proximity.

“I-I do, and it’s not fair.”

Your voice remained small as you removed your hand from him, clasping them in your lap. Leaning your back against the couch cushion, you found comfort in the ceiling, eyes searching the white paint.

“You’re right. It’s not fair,” Steve said, placing his own hand on your thigh.

It rested higher than Eddie’s, his own eyes acknowledging that and taking it as competition. His fingers left your knee, drifting up until it rested where your hip bone was. A shuttered gasp left your mouth, legs twitching under the contact. He leaned into you, mouth brushing the cusp of your ear, lips softly brushing the skin.

“You don’t have to choose just one,” he whispered, your eyes widening at the tone in his voice. “You could have us both.”

You shot up, shaking their hands off of you as you rose from the couch. Steve rose his hands in defense, while Eddie remained still, leaning on the couch cushion in the same position he was speaking to you. Looking in between them both, you were ready for them both to start laughing, pointing fingers at you, hell, even Robin coming out of somewhere and joining in on the joke.

“That’s not funny, Eddie.”

He shrugged, corners of his mouth downturning as you stared him down. The look on his face was still in good humour, glimmer behind his eyes.

“I’m not kidding. Stevie here was the one who suggested it.”

Your eyes cut to the him, disbelief in every inch of your body. He had been the most territorial of this entire ordeal, making lewd comments about Eddie that made you assume he couldn’t stand him, let alone even suggest this.

“Steve?” The shake behind your voice had him reaching up to you, placing a hand on your hip. You stepped away from it, eyes slightly dropping when he looked disappointed.

“You weren’t going to choose,” his voice seemed hesitant. “I wasn’t going to make you. And if you like Eddie… as much as you like me, I figured it would work.”

Eddie snorted, grabbing your hand to pull him into you despite your protest. You fell into his lap, snug against his hips with your legs in Steve’s direction.

“I think you mean as much as she likes me, pretty boy,” he blew a kiss in the younger’s direction, winking to follow. Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the gesture. You lingered on his face, noticing how his cheeks reddened ever so slightly. Eddie’s hand found your cheek, cupping it as he brought your gaze to him.

Inches away from his face, your noses brushed each other, your breath getting caught in the back of your throat. Slowly, your mouths met, lips parted as his fit perfectly in between. His tongue ran over your bottom lip, a small nip given to you. You felt a hand run across your calf, pulling away from Eddie to see Steve, eyes running over the sight of your legs, palms spreading over your skin.

Eddie pulled you into a kiss again, your eyes unmoving from Steve as he leaned over to place a few kisses at the bend of your knee. You gasped into his mouth, spreading your legs as Steve began to spread his love across your skin.

“Wait, I—” all hands left your skin, leaving you feeling naked. The two of them waited for your next move, eyes blinking in anticipation. “Steve, you’re okay with this?”

He slowly nodded, seemingly thinking over the answer. He opened his mouth to speak, words getting caught in your throat.

“I—yeah, I am. I mean, uhh, I’d do anything for you,” his voice was sincere, quiet into the room as Eddie began pressing his mouth to your neck. You craned your neck, eyes fluttering shut at the press of his mouth.

“And Eddie?” Your voice strained, moan intertwined with it.

He nodded vehemently, teeth scraping against your jugular. He mumbled against you, “Fuck yes. The two of you are, like, insanely hot.”

Steve blushed at his words, dipping his chin as he leaned over you, kissing you the length of your legs until he reached your hipbones. You were stretched across Eddie’s lap, his hands running madly over your torso. With your eyes closed, you felt absolute bliss, mouths pressed against you, hands running wild, soft moans filling in the air in which you could barely decipher who they were coming from.

Steve’s fingers reached for your waistline, moving to bring down your shorts, only to be stopped by your fingers at his wrist. His eyes looked up at you, mouth parted open in surprise.

“There’s no way we’re doing this on the couch,” you said, standing up and pulling the two of them with you. “My parents are gonna kill me.”

They followed close behind you, trailing up the stairs as you lead them to your room. As your bedroom door swung open, you barely had time to walk in the room before Eddie was lifting you up, pushing you down on the bed before crawling over you. He was pulling off both of your clothes in a rush, throwing them all around the room in between getting his mouth anywhere he could touch.

“I think they might kill you for a couple of different reasons, sweetheart,” he gestured towards himself and Steve, swallowing the laugh that escaped you with his lips.

The bed dipped as Steve settled down next to you, kneeling from where you two were tangled amidst each other. Reaching for Steve’s shirt, you paused, realizing where this familiar graphic had came from.

“You’re wearing Eddie’s shirt,” you deadpanned, arching your back as Eddie kissed down your body, pulling your underwear down with his downward trail. The cold air hit your skin, wetness pooled between your thighs.

Steve’s cheeks reddened again, a nod coming before he crossed his arms at his chest, pulling it over his head.

“We had to, uhh, test things out earlier,” he quickly said, leaning down to kiss you. His mouth on yours for the first time that evening felt like heaven, a piece you didn’t realize was missing.

You slapped at his chest, mouth dropping.

“You’ve been playing me this entire time!”

Eddie’s tongue found you, circling your clit lightly before he delved in, mouth firmly planted at the nub. A curse fell from your mouth, hands shooting down to tug at his hair. Your head fell back against the duvet cover, Steve’s hand running through your hair as you tried to find your breathing.

It was sloppy, his tongue working you as loud noises filled the room. He ate you like he was starved, lapping up your wetness, diving his tongue into you, kissing the junction of where your thighs met. He looked up at you, hair falling into his eyes as he flicked his tongue, drawing pleasure from the sensitive nub.

“We had to beat you at your own game,” Steve whispered, pulling down his boxers until he sprung out, cock dripping. Your mouth fell open at the sight, tongue running over you bottom lip. He began to run a hand over it, fingers trailing from his wet head to his shaft, spreading a layer of the precum everywhere.

Leaning up on an elbow, you reached for him, wrapping your fingers around him before pressing your lips to the head. He groaned, fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you down on him, your mouth stretching wide the lower you swallowed him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, hips making small thrusts as you sucked at him, cheeks hollowing.

Drool began to pool at the corner of your mouth, small groans caught in your throat as Eddie continued to tongue fuck you, his fingers running lightly over you clit. Your hips squirmed, trying to get more of him on you.

You pulled off of Steve, working him with your fist as you looked down at him.

“Need more, Eds.”

He nodded, smirking around you as he slipped in two fingers, pushing them to the knuckle, a curl in them. Your head tilted back a little bit, eyes briefly shutting at the pleasure that found you. A whine fell from you, your body tensing as he crooked his fingers, moving fast as squelching sounds began to fill the air.

Steve’s hand in your hair tightened, pulling you closer to him as your grip on him loosened.

“Okay, time to focus, baby,” he whispered, hand tight in your hair, the other placed on your chin, pulling you mouth open before you wrapped your lips around him. It was hard to even think straight, the feeling of his heavy cock on your tongue, Eddie’s tongue and fingers against you clouding every bit of judgement you had.

Your other hand rose to cup Steve’s balls, rolling them behind your fingers as he pushed you down to deep throat him. You couldn’t even be mad, used to the roughness he gave you, him often seeking his own high as fast as possible, he knew you loved feeling used in moments like this. Choking around him, you swirled your tongue on the underside of his dick, moaning at the pulse it gave you.

Eddie’s fingers gave you one last curl, that final push to your sweet spot that had your legs pulled up, squeezing around his head as you came, whining around Steve. He didn’t stop, fingering you through it, lapping at you as you shook below him, back arching off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you came down, the overstimulation hit you, aching between your legs as you pushed him off of you.

A laugh was heard as he crawled up to where you were sucking at Steve, body turned now to face him completely. Eddie’s ringed hand came up to lace with Steve’s, strands of your hair getting caught between your fingers.

“Aw, look at you, sweetheart.”

Eddie’s voice was rough, crouched down on the bed inches away from where your mouth met Steve.

He held eye contact with you, your hooded eyes watering at the way the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. His tongue traced over his lips as he stared down at your mouth working the younger man.

“Need more?” He asked you in a whisper, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded, pulling off of Steve to catch your breath. He whined at the loss of contact, cock so swollen now you were sure that it hurt.

Eddie patted your hip, bringing you to your knees. You kneeled on all fours, ass sticking up as Eddie began to move towards you. Steve’s hand shot out, gripping his shoulder.

“No fucking way, Munson,” he hissed, squeezing the base of his cock. Eddie rolled his eyes at him, pushing at his shoulder as Steve scrambled to get behind you instead. He stumbled over his boxers still pushed to the bottom of his thighs as he kicked them off, finally rising to his knees behind you.

“Come on, big boy,” you giggled, mocking Eddie’s nickname, wiggling your hips in his direction.

A hand placed at the base of your spine pushing you down as he ran a hand over his dick a few times, eyes rolling at you.

“Shut up,” he exhaled, pushing into you slowly as you stretched around him. The slow push inside had the two of you groaning, your fingers clawing at the sheets, you found Eddie’s hip, gripping at it tightly.

Eddie rose to his knees, bringing your body up with him.

“Ready?” He asked you, nodding along with you before he guided his cock into your mouth. He moved slowly, your head bobbing along him as you rocked from the thrusts that Steve gave you.

Being filled from both ends had you blinded in pleasure, eyes rolled back to your head as the two men began to use you. It started slow, the combined movements of their hips in sync. Your body felt limp, jolting with their movement, mouth wide, stretched full.

Steve found his rhythm, taking charge as he began to pound into you, hands on your hips, pulling you back into him. The harshness of it had you choking on Eddie, gagging around him, cock thick and dripping into the back of your throat. Loud slaps filled the air, Steve’s grunts accompanying the noise.

“You look so perfect, princess.”

You looked up at Eddie, tears prickling in your eyes. That white hot familiar heat bubbled within you, already at your breaking point. The two men were no match for you, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Fuck, look how good you’re taking him.”

Steve’s words this time, his voice low and raspy—mind in a different headspace. He was relentless, driving into you so fast, you were running from it, arching your hips down as the head of his dick began to press onto your cervix.

“Come here,” he grunted, driving your hips back onto him. You were pulled off of Eddie, a cry of pleasure and pain, you weren’t quite sure which one yet leaving you.

“Ca-can’t. ‘S too much.”

Your head shook, eyes squeezed shut as you pushed your hips back against him anyways. Eddie’s fingers found your chin again, pulling your head in his direction.

“Baby,” he whispered, you shaking your head as Steve fucked you, speeding up as he began to near his high. Your legs shook with pleasure, wetness dripping from you at this point.

“Look at him,” Steve grunted, pressing deep as he drove into you.

Your eyes shot open, squinting up at Eddie, his hair sticking to his neck and shoulders as the air became more dense. He guided you back onto him, keeping your mouth only at his tip as he jerked the rest of his length. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his tell tale sign of his own release.

“Oh, fuck.”

Steve’s whisper under his breath had his hips stilling, spilling into you with his hot, sticky release. He thrusted a few more times, pushing his cum deeper, some of it spilling out the sides of his cock. Pulling out of you, he leaned down, licking at your hole, stretched from his brutal force earlier.

It only took a few licks from him, licking at his own release, to have you screaming again, legs shaking as your own orgasm coursed through your body. It was the best one you think you’d ever experienced, mind going fuzzy, abdomen tensing, rolling waves of euphoria through your spine.

“Fuck, Steve—” Eddie groaned, jerking himself faster before pulling himself out of your mouth. “Are you— ah, fuck.”

His sentence cut off, cum spurting from his dick all over your face, the angle having it drip down your cheeks, lips, and all over your chin. It felt warm against you as you came down from your high, eyes fluttering shut and your tongue sticking out to catch the rest of it. Eddie groaned even more, pushing the head of his cock onto the flat of your mouth, smearing his release all over it.

You swallowed it, smiling up at the way he stared down out you, that dark look in his eyes. Steve collapsed next to the two of you, laying on his back as he rubbed a hand over his chest.

“You guys are so hot,” he mumbled to himself, not meaning to be heard. The two of you laughed at his words, Eddie leaning over to grab his shirt to wipe off your face.

He was gentle with the touch, wiping down your face with the material as he looked lovingly at you. The interaction was comical, the adoration he gave you while wiping his literal cum off of you.

The three of you settled in, Steve on his back, you laying across him, cheek on his sternum as Eddie laid on top of you, his own head on your hip.

“Did you guys really know I was talking to you both at the same time?” You asked, voice small. Eddie snorted, shaking his head before Steve reached out and slapped him. He shushed him, cutting him a look. They seemed to be in on some inside joke you weren’t apart of.

“Hey, I don’t like that you guys are keeping secrets now,” you whined, reaching down to rub at the top of Eddie’s head. He leaned into the touch, pressing a kiss to your hip.

“No, it was, uhh, Robin,” Steve confessed, rushing out his words in one breath. Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock. Eddie stifled a laugh, coughing to cover his tracks.

“I’m going to kill her,” you said. You shouldn’t have been surprised that she said something after, you knew your best friend to start shit, always lurking in quiet corners.

Covering your face with your hands, you let out a groan. You felt Steve’s body shake with laughter, his own hands coming up to pull your hands away.

“Shh, it’s fine,” he joked, rubbing circles into your hair. You shook your head, a deep sigh coursing through you.

“I mean, look where we are now,” Eddie whispered, wrapping his arms around you as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, settling into you as he began to search for sleep. You felt it creeping onto you, energy drained.

“I’m still confused on what this even is.” Steve hummed in agreement, his hands stilling on you as he closed his own eyes.

The three of you fell into a pattern of slow breaths, slight shifts that moved the other person’s body, yet still one together. These two around you were the missing pieces you figured you were missing your entire life, emptiness deep in the pit of your soul that you’d never figured would be missing. Being with them separately was one thing, but together it made sense.

“I’m sure we can figure it out, hon,” Eddie mumbled, pulling you closer to him. Steve moved with you, a tangle of limbs on top of each other that would soon be the normal.

a/n: this was supposed to come a lot faster than it did, so I’m sorry but here it is :) tags: @emma-munson @username199945

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let it flow | frankie morales x f!reader

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pairing: sub!frankie x f!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 4.4k (i think something possessed me bc this was originally 1k lmao) summary: you start a new form of birth control which has many side effects but frankie takes advantage of one side effect in particular. warnings: canon divergent, established relationship (reader and frankie are married), sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, body worship, pet names, nipple play, mommy kink, lactation kink, mutual masturbation , praise kink, pre-ejaculation, overstimulation, cumplay, cum eating, fluff. No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader. um i think that’s it? *scratches neck* disclaimer: this is literally for shits and giggles bc a friend and i were talking about sub!frankie having a lactation kink, but we weren’t feeling the whole pregnancy trope so i found a loophole hehe. after extensive research, i found that certain types of birth control that include progestin *can* increase lactation as well as breast enlargement and tenderness, so i tweaked this specifically for the purpose of this fic. i don’t study medicine so some of this isn’t 100% accurate so if anything is wrong just remember this is just for horny fun and i changed some things to fit what i was going for. if this piece is not for you, that’s cool, obviously not everyone is gonna be into the same stuff but please just move along and let everyone else enjoy the fun.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first fic i was so incredibly nervous about it but yall have been so so kind. technically, i told myself i would post this friday for frankie friday, but the longer shit stays in my drafts the more i start to hate it and the urge to scrape everything grows too strong lol. this one is for kat and lyss who gave me this idea and then we screamed about it til 1am. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo and @papurgaatika for beta’ing and literally always saving me bc i can never read my fics from start to finish so they always come thru during the editing process. and shout out to my pinterest QUEEN, @aurasjournal, for helping me with the visuals. thanks for reading i hope you like it <3 super cute divider by @saradika

You’re staring back at yourself in the foggy mirror of your bathroom, assessing your breasts, they’re full, heavy and they ache. This is the fourth day in a row of feeling the consequences of your new birth control and the pain has only gotten worse. “The shit we do….fuckin’ birth control,” you mumble under your breath.

You had switched to a different form of birth control earlier in the week, the IUD route wasn’t working out so well for you. For starters, the pain of getting the IUD implanted was unbelievably excruciating and on top of that, you had ParaGard (the copper IUD) implanted which didn’t have hormones so you were still getting your period. Your periods were heavy and painful and you have been seeking an alternative solution to stop them completely. At your last visit with your gynecologist, you both agreed to switch you over to taking birth control pills.

Your physician had informed you that the pill form was a progestin-only contraceptive that would decrease the bleeding during your menstrual cycle or possibly get rid of it completely if you skipped the placebo pills on the last week of your pack. There was one not-so-tiny problem, you were not told that being on the pill would make your tits swell and you sure as hell didn’t know the damn pill would make you lactate.

Earlier today you practically sobbed to your doctor on the phone.

“Doc, sorry to be blunt but my tits fucking hurt,” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, the pain had become unbearable.

“That’s pretty normal hun, it’s a common side effect for some women. As I told you on Monday, the use of a hormonal birth control that contains progestin can increase the likelihood of producing breast milk even if you aren’t pregnant. It’s your hormones adjusting to the pill and it’s going to take your body three to four months to adjust,” your doctor explained.

‘Wait three to four months,” you shout, "Doc, you didn’t mention anything about that. What the hell am I supposed to do?” you ask rashly.

Your doctor hesitates, “Well, we could go back to the copper IUD but then-”

“Then, I’d get my period yeah absolutely not,” you frantically cut her off.

“We could book you to come back in and try another route but I’m booked until the end of the month,” she suggests.

“Of course you are, you’re like the only nice physician in the office, everyone wants to see you,” you laugh bitterly.

“There is something else that may help until we can see you in the office...many women have said that it helps,” she says.

You cross an arm around your chest, wincing slightly as your arm presses tightly against your chest, before dropping your arm back down at your side, “Okay…what is it?”

“You could massage them or have your husband stimulate your nipples,” she says nonchalantly.

“Stimulate my nipples?” you hesitate, your eyes widening at her suggestion.

“Yes, have him use his fingers or-”

“You’re not serious?”

Your doctor chuckles at your curiosity, “Yes, nipple stimulation and other sensual activities, can trigger and release the hormone, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the love hormone. Once oxytocin is triggered, your hormone levels are boosted and then it increases arousal and stress relief. Once it's released into the bloodstream, it helps alleviate breast tenderness and breast pain as well assisting with the flow of breast milk so yes, it’ll help.” she says pointedly.

You stare ahead, wide eyed and mouth agape. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

“Look honey, many women have come in and told me directly that it helps, believe it or not, it even helps induce labor, but that’s beside the point, many women have been in your position and they have reported that it works. So at least try this out, and see how it makes you feel, just until we can get you an appointment and have you come in and then we can try something else. Alright?” she asks.

“Yeah alright, thanks again Doc,” you huff, your hand rubs at your temple before dragging it down your face.

“No problem hun, keep me updated through the portal,” she says.

“Will do,” you hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch.

That was six hours ago and now you’re standing in your bathroom as you wait for the bathtub to fill up. You read online that heat therapy could reduce some of the pain. While your husband was at work, you sprawled yourself out across the couch with a heating pad on your chest. It managed to ease the pain for a bit until the set timer turned the heating pad off and the second you stood up, the pain worsened again.

To be honest, you’re a little embarrassed to bring it up to Frankie. It's not like Frankie won’t want to do it, he’d be very interested but what the hell are you supposed to say to him. Hey honey, my tits hurt and they’re leaking breast milk. Can you play with them a little so they feel better? He loves to engage in a little titty appreciation but this is a whole different ball game. You really aren’t in the mood to have this conversation with Frankie tonight, unsure of how he would react and possibly causing a bigger issue.

You can hear the TV through the bathroom door, Frankie is watching some game. But when he hears you croak out in pain when you remove your bra, hands clutching at your swollen breasts, he moves lightning fast towards the bathroom door.

“Querida, are you alright in there?” he asks through the door, his hand wrapped around the door handle.

You bite down on your lip, sighing before you finally bite the bullet and admit what’s going on. You crack open the door just enough so he can hear you better.

“It’s-,” You let out another exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Remember, a few days ago, I went to my gynecologist and we decided to switch birth control methods?” He nods, eyes full of concern.

“The pills are making my hormones go crazy and they’re making my tits swell and well…” you pull the door open to gesture towards your breasts. “I’m like a fucking pregnant woman but without the damn pregnancy,” you grumble.

You immediately clock the worry on his face but Frankie can’t help the fact that he is practically salivating when he looks down at your tits. You notice his jaw slacken, his lips part as he takes in the curve of your breasts, they have grown a noticeable difference in size. You hear him inhale sharply when his stare drops to your nipples, dark and swollen.

Suddenly feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, you bring a hand up to cover your breasts, he inhales once again before speaking, yet you speak before he does, “It’s fine, apparently a bath will help, and I’ve got the water running. I’ll be out in a few minutes babe,” you press, a tight smile on your face.

You see it all over his face, he wants to help but he doesn’t know how. His big, deep brown eyes filled with worry. “Okay baby, I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” he says quietly, eyebrows still raised. You can sense the uneasiness in his body language but he doesn’t press the subject.

You thank him and shut the door, hearing him step back towards the bed. You slip off your panties and toss them into the hamper, then step into the hot water, sighing as you dip beneath the water.

After a few short minutes, you slowly bring your hands up to cup your breasts, experimentally kneading them. You press your hands more firmly and you bite down on your lip as you try to muffle a quiet moan. Huh. It does help. You continue toying with them until the water is no longer warm and your fingers become pruny.

Dragging yourself out of the water and stepping out of the tub, you pull the plug out, the water spinning through the drain. Leisurely, you dry yourself off, pull a thin white tank top over your head, and drag a clean pair of blue lace panties over your legs.

As you open the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, you grab your fuzzy robe from the hook behind the door, wrap it around your damp body, and head into the bedroom to catch the rest of the game with your husband.

Yet, to your surprise, you find the TV off and instead see Frankie sitting up in bed, one hand tucked behind his head and the other holding his phone as he squints at the screen.

You chuckle as you walk over to your nightstand. “Thought you were supposed to be wearing your glasses?” You tease, your lips forming into a smile.

“I look dorky with ‘em, ‘sides I don’t need them right now,” he mimics your tone and turns his head to watch as you pump some of your cocoa butter body lotion into your hand and work it into your skin.

“So, I did some googling,” he starts, a sly smirk creeping up onto his face as he continues, “It said…messaging them and sucking on them would help.” His eyes are still on the bare parts of your damp skin, completely enamored by how your skin looks in the dim light of your bedroom.

You tense, hands freezing, streaks of lotion yet to be fully rubbed into your skin, “Baby, that’s ridiculous,” you laugh him off.

“No, I’m serious look,” Frankie sits up and moves across the bed, holding out his phone for you to read the article he was studying beforehand.

“I don’t know about this Frankie,” you shake your head, frowning while you avert your eyes from his.

“Come here,” smirking devilishly as he brings his hands up to your arms, pulling you towards the bed.

“Frankie–” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

He tilts his head up to look up at you with those big brown eyes that you often find difficult turning down. “Trust me,” his hands rubbing up and down your arms soothingly.

“You know I do, Frankie, the hell did I marry you for,” you tease, you sneak your hands behind his neck and interlock your fingers as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his head.

“Then c’mere, let me help,” he whispers and it sounds more like a plea. He’s pulling you down onto the bed, guiding you to sit up against the pillows. His hands find your robe, untying the knot in the soft belt across your waist. You lean forward slightly while he pulls your robe off slowly, his eyes watching your face, searching for any indication to stop but he doesn’t find any.

He tosses the robe behind him on the bed as he leans down over you, nudging your legs open as he settles himself between your legs. He brings his hands back up to the thin material of your tank top, cupping your tender breasts in his large hands.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, fuck–, so pretty baby,” he babbles lowly, goosebumps erupt on your skin, even after years of being married to him he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel so desirable.

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumb sweeps over your nipple back and forth, you whine softly as your hands find his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. It hurts but it’s pleasurable, the pressure he’s using feels better than what you were doing earlier in the bath.

Frankie pinches your covered nipples between his rough fingers, hardening under his touch, you hiss when he tweaks them tightly, Frankie pauses, his eyes meet yours for a moment, “it’s okay–feels good, keep going,” you whisper to him.

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples and sucks it through the material with his other hand still fondling your other nipple. “Fuck– that feels good Frankie,” you moan, he whimpers lowly and feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth falls open and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder around your nipple.

His mouth lets go of your breast, you look down to see the wet patch that formed over your peaked-covered nipple before he hastily pulls the tank top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, Frankie lets out a shameless groan when his eyes hungrily lock on your bare chest like a missile to a target.

He leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your breast. You feel the warmth of his breath over your breast, a tingling sensation sneaks down your body. His hot mouth closes around your pebbled nipple.

“Shit, Frankie,” you arch further into his mouth, and he moans and his tongue flicks up against your peaked nipple, and then he bites down softly, his eyes open, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Frankie feels a slight warm gush fill his mouth, his eyes slip closed, whimpering around the bud.

You tug on Frankie’s hair, pulling his mouth away from you, your stomach twisting at his reaction when he feels the gush of liquid filling his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen-”

“Baby, hey, it’s okay. I was just surprised-”

“No I know, it’s just gross,” you frown, feeling the pang of embarrassment in your belly.

“It’s not–it’s not gross. I–I liked it,” Frankie says sheepishly.

“Really?” you ask softly.

He laughs lightly and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another just below your jaw. His beard scraping along your skin as he places wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, all the way down past your collarbones until he reaches the valley of your breasts once again.

“Relax baby, I got ya,” he whispers against your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your head falls back against the headboard, and your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, petting at his long brown curls. He ducks down to bring his mouth to your nipple, he parts his lips around the bud, his tongue circling around the bud a few times, licking at your nipple, he closes his lips and sucks softly before tugging it between his teeth, he hums around it, making you grasp at the sheets beneath you, a low ache building in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it baby boy,” you say softly, petting his hair. You open your eyes when you feel him press his cock against your leg, his cock stirring in his boxers at your praise.

He’s loving this, loves the taste of you and loves how good he’s making you feel.

His hand palms your other breast, squeezing and kneading the meat of your tit, beads of milk collecting at the peak. He takes your nipple in between his calloused fingers and pinches it harder between his index and middle finger, the milk pours out from the bud down his hand and onto his forearm.

Frankie feels the warm liquid on his arm, his mouth letting go of your breast, his pupils full of lust never leaving your face as he lifts his left hand up and licks a long slow, thick stripe from his forearm up his hand. Your mouth falls open and your chest heaves at the sight.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he groans, his eyes closing at the taste of you. His cock twitches against your leg, now painfully hard in his boxers.

He dips his head back down and licks up the milk leaking down your torso up to your nipple. He moans once his hot mouth latches around the stiff peak and his tongue swirls around it. He laps up the warm white liquid he’s sucking out of your breast. “There you go baby, just like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes and your head falls back against the headboard.

One of his knees perches onto your leg, he grinds his cock against the meat of your thigh, he moans deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts. “So, needy for me huh, baby boy,” you tut, gripping firmly onto his soft curls.

He whines quietly, and unbeknownst to Frankie, he starts rutting his hard length against your leg in slow, shallow thrusts, you feel a rumble of a moan in his throat around your nipple. At the sudden movement, your head snaps up to see your husband getting himself off against your body, his teeth sinking into your breast.

You’ve never seen him like this before, he’s insatiable and relentless and it makes your pussy pulse and clench around nothing.

“Ohhh that’s it– good boy Frankie,” you moan breathlessly, feeling him suck harder on your breast with a deep groan.

You grab at Frankie’s hair again, your hand combs his hair back while tugging at his hair, gently pulling his head back and he whines loudly when you pull his mouth away from your breast. You catch a glistening sheen on his lips when you direct his head to your other breast.

Your eyes meet his dark, blown out pupils as your thumb rubs his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. You thumb the bottom of his plump, soft lip, wiping the milk off of his mouth. Your thumb slips between his lips and you whisper, “Who’s my good boy?”

He shivers beneath your touch, “I am,” he murmurs softly, his head resting down on your chest once again. Your hand cradles his head and you move your hand down along his head to cup his face.

You watch your husband’s eyes shut as he closes his mouth around your nipple and continues suckling from your breast, “Fuck– Frankie, keep going,” you pant into his hair, your hands still toying with his curls, eliciting another whine from him.

He shifts and begins fucking himself into the mattress once again, seeking any type of friction possible.

Watching your husband getting himself off to your body sends a sharp, hot spark of arousal down your spine straight to your core, your pussy throbbing and your panties now wet and sticky with your slick.

You smirk and bring your lips down to his ear, whispering the word that you know lights a fire within him. “You’re making mommy feel so good baby,” and Frankie whimpers, his mouth swallowing your breast whole, his hips grinding down faster into the mattress.

“That’s it, baby, atta boy, such a good boy for mommy,” you coo into his ear. Frankie lets out a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and groaning when he feels himself spilling out all over the inside of his boxers. Your mouth falls open, your eyes wide as you stare at him, realizing he just came simply from putting his mouth on you.

His hips shudder, occasionally jerking erratically, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he hisses from overstimulation, you continue whispering praises into his ears.

While his mouth works on relieving your breast you take matters into your own hands, bringing your fingers down to your neglected cunt. You press your fingers into your covered slit, feeling the wetness of your pussy through the material before pushing your panties to the side. You move your fingers to your throbbing clit, circling eagerly while his tongue swirls over your nipple.

He bites down on the bud a little more harshly, feeling another gush of warm liquid in his mouth, “tastes so good mi corozòn,” he whimpers against your breast, closing his eyes while his teeth nip at the wet bud.

Feeling a cooling wetness from his eyes seeping onto your breast, you briefly look down to find tears stinging his eyes from the pleasure, the teeth marks on your nipples, your skin all wet and red from his mouth.

He continues sucking at your breast, licking up the sweet taste of you into his mouth and moaning around your nipple, savoring the taste.

You slip your fingers into your wet heat with a moan. “So good, Frankie, ohhh– you’re doing so well for mommy,” you gasp out while grinding your hips up into your own hand. He whimpers, his cock twitches, throbbing lightly against the mattress, he’s getting hard just from hearing that word once again.

Your other hand roughly tugs on Frankie’s soft locks, pushing his head further into you, swallowing more of your breast into his mouth.

Frankie was too far gone to notice, but you realize he’s grinding himself into the bed once again, still moaning and whimpering into your tender flesh. You thrust your fingers into your pussy, timing them to Frankie’s thrusts into the bed, the wet squelch from your fingers thrusting in and out obscenely echoes in your bedroom.

“That’s perfect, Frankie— don– don’t stop…shit. I’m so close–” You curl your fingers inside yourself, petting at the spongy spot deep inside while his teeth nip and lick and suck at your tit.

You shout Frankie’s name as your back arches off the bed, legs shaking around Frankie’s body when your orgasm finally sweeps over you.

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, moving fast to sit up and back on his knees, his hands making quick work of pulling off his underwear. His cock bobs up against the soft swell of his stomach. He hisses when he wraps a large hand around the girth and he thumbs the wide blunt of his tip smearing the beads of pearly white dribbling out from the slit.

Your tongue pokes out, licking your bottom lip before biting down on the flesh. Your hands massage your breasts, your fingers pinching your erect, sensitive nipples under Frankie’s fucked out gaze.

Desperately, he fists his cock over your figure. “Come, baby. Be a good boy and come for mommy,” you order him while staring into his eyes, dark and dilated, his mouth hanging open as he strokes his cock.

Your low voice and your words are all he needs to bring him over the edge. The thrusting of his hips gets more erratic as he jacks his cock tighter in his hand and increases the pace, the wet, lewd slap from his strokes gets louder, his whimpers and pants filling the otherwise quiet room.

“There you go, atta boy, give it to me Frankie, let it out," you encourage him softly.

Your eyes watch the muscles in his soft belly tighten and his thighs tensing up, his moans growing louder and louder and louder, his eyes roll back into his head, “Fuck– mami,” a long drawn out, agonizing groan slipping past his lips, you watch as his cock twitches in his hand, his hips stammer as long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint your stomach.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you did so good. So good Frankie,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you, still catching his breath while he watches the last of his cum spill onto your swollen breasts, he groans seeing the marks he’s left on your skin. Your tits are covered in splotches of red and teeth marks from his mouth, his come and the milk from your breasts leaking down your chest and onto your stomach.

His hair is a mess, his pupils are blown out, he looks completely in a haze, utterly fucked out. You smirk up at him and click your tongue, “You made such a mess on mommy, Frankie.”

His cheeks warm, the redness creeping down his neck and chest, he’s embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

You move your fingers down your stomach, gathering his cum onto your fingers, “Don’t get shy on me now, come here my love,” your other hand reaches for him.

He crawls up towards your side, you slip a coated finger into your mouth and you close your eyes and hum. Frankie curses quietly to himself, seeing your pearly-covered finger slipping into your mouth and back out devoid of sheen.

You bring a finger up to his mouth, your fingertip pressing against his lips, “open,” you order. You take advantage of his jaw slackening, sticking your glossy finger into his mouth and his lips close around your digit. You feel his tongue flatten underneath your finger then swirls it around your finger as he sucks it clean, he closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he moans at the salty taste.

“See, I keep telling you, you taste good, sweetheart,” you smile down at him, tucking a single brown lock behind his ear.

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel so good,” you tell him while holding his patchy-bearded face. He chuckles timidly before pressing his lips to yours, licking behind your teeth, tasting himself in your mouth and mumbles a faint I love you against your lips.

Frankie pecks your lips again before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. You hear him flick the light on and the tap turning on and off while your eyes drift shut. You feel the warm wet rag dragging across your tummy and your tits, and then down between your folds as he cleans you up with tenderness.

You open your eyes again when you hear him pad off towards the bathroom once more, watching him toss the washcloth back in the bathroom before he tucks himself into your side and nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin.

Frankie’s low voice breaks the comfortable silence, “Next time it hurts, you tell me cariño, ‘m more than happy to do that again,” he says shyly, feeling the smile on his face against your chest.

You fail to suppress your giggle, “Yeah, you enjoyed yourself didn’t you, sweet boy?” Your fingers run through his long soft brown curls, your fingertips grazing down his neck, a hint of sweat at the end of his hair along the back of his neck.

“Mhm,” he hums, and you grin into his hair, pressing your lips to his messy curls, your eyelids heavy with sleep. He feels your fingers still, Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done mi vida, I still need to make you come again.”

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jjkeverlast · 9 months

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seven days a week | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's friends with benefits | college AU | smut | crack

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> word count 2.4k

>> author's note so sorry for the delay babes!! i accidentally fell asleep yesterday while writing... hope you enjoy!! <3 also, shout out to @frieschan for giving me ideas dhsfjfhjsd love ya babe

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There isn’t anyone to blame but yourself. After all, you’re the one that left Jungkook after he had silently admitted he was jealous. The reason behind it is something you’re still trying to figure out. You’re uncertain about how your body reacted, but mostly you’re afraid of the definite answer.

That night, you stared at your ceiling, reminiscing every moment you’ve had with Jungkook since the first semester. It was weird in a way, because before you and Jungkook started casually hooking up, you were an amazing pair of friends. Until the Halloween party happened and you both had way too many jello shots. Jungkook initiated the first kiss on the porch, whispering how he’s going to do something incredibly stupid but he can’t contain himself anymore. You found it cute, reciprocating the kiss back, it evolving into something more and now you’re here. Having sex whenever either of you text, mostly it’s Jungkook, and leaving each other as if nothing happened. You still act like great friends, in class too, no one batting an eye in your direction when it comes to your ‘so-called relationship.’

Jungkook was always a friend, one you occasionally hooked up with on the daily but again, a friend.

Until recently, when things had taken a drastic turn. Ever since Jimin openly admitted that Jungkook has always liked you, everything changed. Then, yesterday, he silently admitted he was jealous by kissing you rather than walking out as you expected. It was messy, all of it. Mostly because you were still uncertain what exactly you felt for Jungkook.

But then, why is your heart breaking watching him kiss someone else in the corner of the living room at this party? Why does it hurt you?

The answer stays buried, too scared to admit towards yourself that he might mean much more than you thought.

Jungkook removes himself from the person’s face, them tracing their tongue all over his neck and that’s when he locks eyes with you. You quickly look away, staring down at your half filled cup. Suddenly you start feeling sick, your stomach playing tricks on you, leading you to walk towards the bathroom in a hurry. Jungkook watches you scramble away, almost as if you were caught staring and Jungkook’s curiosity peaks at your behavior.

Something everyone knows about you, you’re hard to read, no one being able to read through you despite the situation. Jungkook has always had a hard time, trying to see if you’ll ever become vulnerable around him but it never seemed to happen. Still, Jungkook loved being around you. Which also explains why he’s currently following you, leaving the person he spent the last thirty minutes making out with stranded.

He finds you sitting down, leaning your head on the bathroom door, it being occupied by someone not feeling their best.

You hadn’t expected Jungkook to be standing here, looking down at you with a worried gaze.

“Hey…” He starts off, fiddling with his silver necklace.

You stand up abruptly. “What are… What are you doing here?” You can’t look directly at him, instead focusing on the tiny details of his oversized t-shirt.

“Why’d you leave like that?”

A simple question, yet you find it hard to answer. It’s not because you don’t want to, you just don’t have an actual answer. You’re still trying to find it yourself. Why did you leave like that?!

“I don’t know.” You settle on.

Jungkook sighs, shaking his head while his grasp tightens around the plastic cup. “Aren’t you tired?”

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. “Tired?”

Jungkook steps closer to you, his feet almost touching yours. “This game, where you pretend that you don’t like me.” He tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours.

You turn your head, avoiding his eyes, scoffing. “I’m not pretending.”

“Right.”

You think it’s the end of the conversation, stepping sideways to move downstairs and find Jimin.

But before you can, Jungkook grabs your elbow gently. “Y/N.”

“What?” You’re still not looking at him.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t like me.”

You debate if you should turn and say it so you can leave, but a part of you holds you off. You keep still for a good second, Jungkook growing a smile behind you.

“Okay.” He says, sounding like he won and knows you like him. But the wall you’ve put up for yourself throughout college is not about to break over this. So, instead you turn, fixating your eyes on his.

You wait a second, stocking all your emotions on a shelf before speaking. “Jeon Jungkook. I don’t like you.”

In under mere seconds, Jungkook’s expression falters. His brows drop along with his smile. He clenches his jaw, looking away as he walks past you. He seems angry, and you can’t really understand why because if there’s anything Jungkook never is, is angry. It stuns you, causing you to swallow a clump, feeling suddenly small and uncomfortable in the space where everything went down between you.

You walk away, trying to find Jimin but instead you catch Jungkook grabbing his jacket and walking out of the party in a hurry.

Forcing yourself to find Jimin is hard, because every inch of you wants to run after Jungkook, fix everything you’ve messed up by lying to him. He deserves the truth, even though you’re scared of what will happen.

Fuck it.

You grab your jacket, slamming the door behind you shut and running towards Jungkook who’s walking with his head down.

“Jungkook!” He flinches, turning around slowly.

“What are you—“

“I’m such a liar.” You say, moving towards him with full speed and kissing him. Jungkook stumbles back, in shock of you kissing him after you rejected him coldly.

“I like you. I do. I’m sorry.” You mumble against his lips, causing his own to stretch into a genuine smile.

You continue to kiss on the street, the loud music from the party growing distant. Jungkook grabs your face gently, tracing his fingers all over the edges, admiring you while you look at him.

“You were scared, weren’t you?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, letting your guard down and being completely honest.

“I’m scared too.” He admits, pecking your lips.

“So… What now?” You raise an eyebrow, wondering if Jungkook has any thoughts of what’s bound to happen between you.

“Want to come back to mine?” He suggests, his hold tightening as you smile at the request.

“I’d love to.”

One thing, you have never been at Jungkook’s place. While you both were actively hooking up, your dorm was easiest because Jungkook lives a few minutes away from campus in a shared apartment with a guy named Namjoon. He’s spoken once or twice about him, telling you how great he is and how he’s become an inspiration for Jungkook throughout college.

You aren’t exactly expecting anything from Jungkook’s place, but you have a certain idea of what it looks like.

When you both finally arrive, you notice how you weren’t quite wrong. The apartment is cozy, plants in some corners and very suitable. Jungkook takes off his belongings while you do the same, noticing how the apartment is completely dark.

“Namjoon is gone for the weekend, he’s visiting his family.” Jungkook explains, noticing how your head tilts to catch a sign of his roommate.

“Bummer…” You mumble, a bit excited to meet Namjoon.

“You can meet him when he’s back. He’s been wanting to meet you, as well.”

“Is that so?” Jungkook’s ears turn red, realizing he’s admitted how he talked about you to his roommate. Fuck, he truly does like you. The thought affects your heart, making it pound loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Come on, I’ll show you my room.” You nod, trailing behind Jungkook in the darkened hallway. Jungkook swings his door open, turning on the lights and it’s just as you imagined. The color palette, the set up and how his covers match the color on the walls.

“Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?”

“Sure.” Your heart flusters, still in shock over how you’re currently in Jungkook’s place and how you both admitted you like one another.

Jungkook pecks your lips, moving towards his white cupboard and fetching you a t-shirt and some boxers. When you grab ahold of it, you turn around walking towards the bathroom.

Yes, he’s seen you naked plenty of times but it’s different. You’ve grown timid regarding everything, and Jungkook isn’t any better. He’s fumbling with words while you scurry out to change.

While you’re away, Jungkook makes sure his bed is ready for the both of you to lay in. He’s getting nervous, because this will be the first time you’re going to sleep besides one another. Jungkook tries to lay in different positions, uncertain if he should lay down or sit on the edge. As you walk in, you find Jungkook shuffling on the bedsheets, mumbling nonsense to himself.

“Are you okay?” You ask with a tint of humor, adoring the sight of a nervous Jungkook in front of you.

“Of course!” He tries to prove to you he isn’t internally panicking over this. Cute.

You don’t respond, instead moving towards him on the bed and pulling the covers to lay underneath. Jungkook notices how comfortable you are in his bed, his clothes and everything feels unreal.

He takes a second, before joining you and holding you flush against him. Your hand intertwines with his, as his arm is snaked around your waist.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asks with caution. You look behind you. “Yeah.” You answer, kissing him softly before returning to your position.

Jungkook nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, pecking your skin with his soft lips. Your heart flutters at the sweet gestures, enjoying the warmth that’s invading your whole body.

“What made you realize you like me?” Jungkook suddenly questions.

You trail your fingers on his tattooed hand, taking a second to truly reflect on when it happened. “I think a part of me always has… But I was scared and I pushed everything away.”

“Relationships are scary…” Jungkook admits.

“Yeah. But, I’m willing to overcome that fear to try this with you.” Jungkook grabs your face, making you turn to look at him. His gaze is soft, eyes tracing each detail of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“Me too. You have no idea.” Jungkook whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again. Jungkook tastes like everything that’s good about this. You curl your hand around his neck, fingers fiddling through his soft hair as the kiss grows more heated.

Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist, pushing himself forward so you can feel him growing under the material of his sweatpants. You’re no better yourself, your core starting to dampen.

What started as an innocent kiss, turns into you both moaning in each other’s mouths as you grind on each other shamelessly. Jungkook’s pressing his hard-on in against your ass, while you push it towards him growing more needy by the minute.

“Do you want this?” Jungkook pulls away to ask.

“Yeah, I want you.” You respond with certainty.

Jungkook grins, returning to kiss you roughly, caressing and pulling every part of your body.

The heat grows in the room, your bodies heating up beneath the covers. Jungkook pulls it down, noticing how you’re resting one of your legs on him, spreading out for him. He doesn’t waste another second, placing his hand on where you need him the most. The material of the boxers is wet and Jungkook grows dizzy by the thought of how wet you are already.

“Fuck—“ You breathe out, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers tracing on your lips and clit. It’s hard for you to kiss back with every movement, so Jungkook settles on kissing you on the neck instead, biting it a bit.

Jungkook rubs down on your clit, while letting you feel him fully hard behind you.

“Jungkook— I need you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he pushes himself upward to remove his sweatpants and his boxers on you. He’s about to grab a condom when you stop him.

“I want to feel all of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control, and I trust you.”

“Okay.” He closes his drawer, moving back towards you. He places his cock in between your thighs, feeling how wet you are and you both hiss by the close contact.

Jungkook pushes you against him, moving his hip upwards as his cock slides in with ease. Both of your mouths are agape, panting and moaning by the feeling. Jungkook thrusts upwards, holding you around the waist while his tattooed hand rubs down on your clit at the same time.

The intensity grows a lot quicker, your brain shutting off completely as you let yourself feel everything. Jungkook has never felt you clench around him so much, making it hard for him to last long because fuck, he can feel all of you. He can feel how warm you are, and wet.

“Shit—“ Jungkook breathes out behind you, forehead planted on the nape of your neck. You can’t even respond, too overwhelmed by everything. Jungkook doesn’t ever stop moving, his thrusts precise and consistent.

You can feel yourself grow closer, although the feeling is a lot more intense than you had expected. It’s something unfamiliar and a part of you is scared yet curious.

“Fuck— Jungkook I’m.” You grab onto his waist, tightening around him as your body tenses for a second.

Jungkook quickens his movements, hitting your g-spot continuously and that sets you off. As you come undone, Jungkook notices you squirting all over the sheets.

The sight and thought of you squirting because of him, causes Jungkook to come only a few thrusts later. When he finally pulls out, he notices you covering your face almost in shame.

Jungkook is still in shock over what just happened, because throughout your deal, never once had you squirted. Hell, Jungkook hadn’t even known he was capable of making someone squirt.

“Holy shit.” Jungkook exclaims, beginning to laugh as he’s delighted over the situation.

“Shut up!” You mumble, still covering your face.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jungkook has never been more honest in his life.

“Don’t say that—“ You almost sound frustrated, and Jungkook figures it’s due to you getting affected by his words.

“Come on baby, let’s go shower.” He kisses you all over, trying to make you feel better and you give in.

After a warm shower, you both return under the covers, your head on Jungkook’s chest as he nuzzles your arm.

With a few words exchanged, you both fall asleep, unaware that this will be the best sleep you’ll both have in years.

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tokioangelic · 8 months

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Hello! Could you please write a fic/story with Bill (2023) and fem!reader (who is a member of TH) vlogging reader's pregnancy please ? (Also could you include the announcement to the members, to the fans, and also maybe some interviews or Instagram lives). Could you also make the fic/story really sweet and soft please ?

Thank you <3

ੈ♡˳ Surprise! 2023 Bill Kaulitz x Pregnant Fem Reader

(this is my first short story ever sorry if its bad or too short, idk what I was thinking but I tried my best!)

You trembled with anticipation as Bill wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to him on the Leather sofa. Georg, Tom and Gustav were sprawled across the sofa opposite you two, curious to know what the ‘Big surprise’ was. Bill was Giddy with excitement, a wide smile on his face as he gazed into your eyes lovingly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were already four months pregnant, heading into your second trimester. Bill had taken you to your first ultrasound, and your Bump was already growing! But you kept it hidden with a jacket at all times, wanting to keep it a surprise to friends, family and your bandmates, and to keep the Paparazzi oblivious to your pregnancy.

“Well guys, Y/N and I have some wonderful news…” Bill’s voice was wobbly with excitement, his gaze lingering on his Twin. “Y/N is four months pregnant! I’m going to be a dad! And all of you uncles!” The three men whooped with Joy, Tom leaping from his seat to engulf Bill in a big hug. “Oh Billy! I’m so happy for you!” He breathed, teary-eyed with joy. You smiled, the wholesome moment between the twins warming your heart.

Georg and Gustav rushed to your side, flooding you with congratulations as they hugged you in turn. “I bet it’ll be a little boy, with three amazing uncles to play games with!” Georg predicted, placing a hand on your baby bump with your permission to feel the small bump. “I think it’s gonna be a little girl, and I will be the favourite uncle- she can play with my daughter” Gustav countered, starting an argument with Georg over the gender of the baby and who was going to be the favourite uncle, whilst you simply laughed. “What do you think, Y/N?” The two asked. “I have no idea! But I will love my baby either way” You smiled, rubbing the baby bump affectionately.

Tom threw his arms around you, being careful of the baby as he hugged you tightly. “Oh Y/N! This is so exciting! How do you feel?” You were at a loss for words, smiling as you shook your head, laughing softly. You were so happy, beyond words. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

You sat cuddled up to Bill on the sofa, watching the rapid moving chat of the instagram live as Bill answered questions and interacted with the fans, smiling and laughing as he read the questions aloud, the two of you taking turns answering them. “Ariana says ‘Bill would be the ultimate girl dad, no-one can make me think otherwise’” Bill read aloud, a smile growing on his face as he glanced at you. You had recently gone to your second ultrasound last week and decided to keep the Baby’s gender a surprise to you and Bill, keeping the envelope hidden in your shared bedroom. “I agree with you, Ariana!” You laughed.

“Well guys, now that I’ve answered some of your questions, me and Y/N have some really exciting news for you!” Bill announced, the chat flooded with the anticipation of the fans, questions about a new tour or a divorce. Bill pulled out a Tiny baby-sized T-shirt with the words ‘My daddy is a Rockstar’ printed across the front, holding it up for the fans to see. The chat exploded, and you were sure many fans were screaming with joy and shock behind their screens. Bill laughed, the joyful sound warming your heart. You both loved your fans so much, and seeing such a positive reaction from your fan base made you so happy. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

“Everybody clap your hands for Tokio hotel!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and screams as the band walked out onto the stage, Bill’s arm wrapped around your waist as you made your way over to the large sofa, the two of you sitting down together. The interviewer was Bubbly and Fun, not asking any questions that made any of you uncomfortable or persisting on anything. It was one of those interviews that you always enjoyed!

“So, Bill, Y/N, I hear that you have some wonderful news! Congratulations on the baby!” The interviewer said kindly, smiling cheerfully. The crowd erupted in screams and cheers, Bill laughing. “Thank you! We’re both really happy and looking forward to starting our own little family!” Bill grinned, hugging you close as he pecked your lips.

“We all wish you nothing but happiness in your journey!” the interviewer beamed. “Come on everybody, a round of applause for the Parents to be!” The cheering and applause of the crowd made you beam with happiness, Bill smiling down at you as you lay your head on his shoulder. “I love you” he mouthed to you, winking.

“I love you too” You mouthed back, smiling brightly.

(GUYS IM SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT AND THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET THIS REQUEST DONE. IVE BEEN SO UNBELIEVABLY BUSY ITS CRAZY. I might write a part 2 with a cute little Gender reveal if you'd like! just lmk what gender you want the cute little baby to be. Keep the requests coming bbysss)

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trentsixtysix · 1 year

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Request: a late night drive with T and ”the color violet” is playing and y/n & Trent had just had an argument and he’s driving very fast- you can write it how you want it :)

The Color Violet

WARNINGS: Dangerous driving, Toxic/Manipulator Trent, Trent being mean ASF, mentions of sex

I am obsessed with this song + this request! I'm not the proudest of this but sorry it took so long + I apologise if this isn't your cup of tea <3 This also reminds me of that one Nate + Cassie scene

Word Count: 2.0k

Angst

'You just can't help yourself can you?' He reprimanded, taking a brief moment to glance at you whilst you tried to keep your patience in the passenger seat, letting him continue.

You were both on the way back from a friend's house, where all of your other friends were gathered, and for some reason Trent just couldn't stop annoying you.

It started off innocently; making a comment about how one of your friends looked nice in the outfit she was wearing; and you knew what game he was playing, he wouldn't stop until you were a jealous mess in front of them all.

You knew why - the pair of you hadn't made love in weeks due to him being away for the World Cup, and on top of that you’d been ignoring him lately as he only called you once during - it was his fault yet here you were facing the wrath of it. As much as you tried your best to ignore them, your blood was boiling when you saw how handsy they were with each other; helping each other around, him reaching the top cabinet for her whilst she obnoxiously complained of how short she was, and the way he purposely laughed at everything she said.

You thought you were past the point of childish behaviours like this, and what first started off as a joke had seriously hurt you at the end of the night, which is when you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Two can play at this game. You thought, deciding this was the perfect chance to try the same thing with one of your male friends before you all left; refusing to look away from his lips and smirking like an idiot as he pecked your cheek, playfully dancing with him maybe a little too sensually as music played, but no one knew about you and Trent, which meant he had to sit back and witness it without saying a word.

You knew Trent had seen it all, he was watching you both from the corner of his eyes, you could tell by the look on his face he was fuming, and the wink you gave him did not help the situation, causing Trent to grab you by your arm and drag you to the car.

'Get off of me!' You shrieked, internally giggling as you were glad he was as worked up as he had made you before.

'Shut your mouth Y/n, you're so drunk.' He complained, which was true as you probably wouldn't have acted that way sober, regardless, he was the sober one who did the same thing before.

'Why are you mad? Weren't you enjoying it in there with your girlfriend?' You mocked, anger returning to you as you rolled your eyes and turned the other way.

'You just can't help yourself can you?' He reprimanded, taking a brief moment to glance at you whilst you tried to keep your patience in the passenger seat, letting him continue.

Your phone had automatically connected, playing the last few songs from your playlist as you both bickered over them.

'So it's okay for you to do it?' You challenged.

'Do what? Be nice to a friend?' He said, laughing in disbelief.

'You knew exactly what you were doing Trent.'

'And you didn't? Could see the tent in that prick's pants from a mile away.'

'Nice to know at least someone is getting hard for me.' You slammed, jabbing at the fact you hadn't been touched since he left for the World Cup, the same World Cup you didn't go and visit him for - and in the one day he'd been back you still hadn't spoken properly with each other.

'Are you serious? You know how busy I am Y/n, don't be a fucking brat.'

'And I'm not busy? I always make time for us, for you.' You explained, starting to become a little annoyed at his dismissal.

'What us? You're the one who said we're nothing, you're the only girl I fuck and you know that so why does it matter?' He asked, a little brutally.

'I could ask you the same thing, why do you care who I dance with?' You wondered.

'Because you are mine regardless. It doesn't matter what I do because these girls don't matter to me, but I can't have another guy touch you as long as whatever this is, is going on.' He explained, the vein in his forehead becoming more prominent, and all you could do was chuckle at the audacity he had.

'You're a joke, I'm not yours, never have been and never will. You can ask her to sleep with you next time, or to cry to about your problems because I won't do it anymore.' You promised, eyes becoming teary now.

'It was just a bit of fun, you don't have to cry all the time.' He said.

'Wonder why I'm crying all the time? Tell me Trent, who's making me cry all the time?' You questioned, watching as he fell silent, not remorseful just annoyance on his face as he began to speed up, suddenly hitting you with a jolt as you were startled with the change of speed.

'Trent calm down.' You advised, placing your hand on his thigh as you watched the speedometer gradually get higher and higher, but instead of listening he turned the music all the way up, drowning you out.

'Okay that's enough now.' You added, feeling an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach, clutching the grab handle above you as you unknowingly dug your fingers into Trent's leg.

He simply stared away from the empty, isolated motorway and instead placed his eyes on you, watching you emotionless for a few moments as your fear was presumably extremely visible.

His face didn't give anything away about what was going through his mind, you weren't sure what he was thinking and were shocked he had you in this scenario in the first place; he always promised you he'd keep you safe, but lately everything he'd been saying had been turning out to be lies, and you knew at that moment this was out of your control, shutting your eyes as the car somehow managed to go faster wishing he’d look at the road in front of him - all whilst you were praying for the journey to end.

The only thing you could hear was the sound of cars flying past from the other side, your wheels gliding along the road and the song in the background on full blast; the song the two of you would listen to when he'd pick you up to stay the night, the one on your late night drives to McDonalds, and the song that would just instantly remind you guys of each other - The Color Violet.

'Trent please stop.' You begged, panic audible in your voice as he continued to ignore you, not even slowing down slightly even when you saw cars begin to surround you again, fearing the worst.

'Trent?!' You shouted, even though you knew how stubborn he was, and knew he wouldn't listen to you.

You'd pissed him off and you didn't even do anything; the two of you weren't even dating, and you'd stupidly been involved with him for the past year, hopeful of him to make it official with you but every time you thought you were close, you'd find out he'd flown out a new instagram model or took another girl home after a night out.

Despite the endless amounts of false hope he gave you, you couldn't find yourself to let him go, and he eventually swore off sex with anyone other than you, even if you weren't in a relationship. He wanted you without the responsibilities and connection that dating you would include, and although this upset you, you stayed quiet.

'Say something, just please slow down baby.' You urged, watching as you slimly missed the car in front of you as he swerved into another lane, seriously not knowing what the outcome would be as you began to whimper in fear slightly.

Your eyes were shut for the remainder of the journey, and you felt at peace when you were brought back to a normal speed, opening your eyes slightly to see familiar roads surrounding you, aware you were approaching Trent's home now.

He parked up on his drive, staying still for a moment as you both sat in silence, your heart still beating incredibly fast, which he knew as he could hear you trying to regulate your breathing.

You didn't want to stay with him tonight, if his actions weren't enough, his driving had scared you completely, but you weren't about to ask him to drop you off and spend any more time with him in a vehicle.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' He asked, genuinely concerned as you weren't sure what was going through his head the past 15 minutes.

'Come on, you don't actually think I would hurt you?' He asked, getting closer to you, caught off guard when you turned your head away from him.

'Y/n. I knew what I was doing, there's no way I'd actually let anything happen to you.' He explained, watching as you just left and walked up to his door, aware he would have to eventually follow you and unlock it for you.

You walked straight past him as he let you both in, trudging upstairs to the familiar home, the home which was practically yours at this point, and locked yourself in his bathroom to take your makeup off and got dressed into your sleeping clothes, taking a bit of time to decide what to do now, unsure if you’d stay the night.

When you returned he was in bed already, laying awake and springing up when he heard your footsteps.

'Can we talk?' He asked, noticing you were about to leave the room.

'Where are you going?' He pushed, whilst you ignored him.

'My uber is waiting.' You explained, calmly.

'Y/n, don't be like that.' He laughed, patronising you almost.

'I can't do this anymore, this whole night just put into perspective how exhausting this is Trent.' You sighed.

'This is exhausting for you?' He repeated, almost offended.

'I deserve someone that won't hide me, won't need to make me jealous. You didn't even let me cheer you on during the World Cup for God's sake.' You laughed, tired.

'You're serious? You agreed and said there was no need, that you wanted to be private.' He argued.

'Only because you said that first, you don't even have the guts to make me your girlfriend.'

'So that's what this is about? You're mad you're not my girlfriend when that was never the deal.' He confirmed, looking rather pissed off at you now.

'Just know that I've always cared about you, and that this was more than a hookup to me.' You told.

'Me too Y/n, I've told you things I've never told anyone before, opened up to you about things I wouldn't even admit to myself, you've always been special to me, why can’t you see that?’ He revealed, eyes welling up as you both stared at each other.

‘I do see that, and I love you-.’

‘And I love you back?!’ He emphasised, annoyed at you now.

‘I know you do, but you don’t let yourself show it, see how easy it is for you to argue with me right now?’ You told him, remaining calm.

‘If a label is what you're after then I can’t help you.' 'I'm sorry.' He said, missing your entire point but at the moment you were too over it to even argue with him; it was like talking to a brick wall.

'I better go then.' You sniffled, making your way down to the taxi, and the further you walked away from him the more you struggled to control your tears, eventually letting it all out as you got inside the car, not even attempting to compose yourself infront of the driver.

You took a deep breath, looking out of the car window and up to one of the lit windows of his house, seeing him sat there watching you, eyebrows furrowed and a tear falling from his eye as he watched you leave, before finally closing his curtains aggressively.

That was the last time you'd seen him, and you brought your emotions to a halt as you recognised the song playing in the car at this time of night, eyes closing in exhaustion as you just couldn't seem to escape The Color Violet.

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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heyy could you write maybe about the reader not going to sleep and gavi forces (like a little stern and stuff) them to go to sleep ??

"Have you still not showered!? Amor it's almost midnight and you need to rest!" Pablo came back after throwing out the trash and you were still in front of your computer frantically trying to finish your essay that wasn't even due until the end of the week.

"Mhm.." was all you answered not really paying attention to his words since you were almost ready to start writing your conclusion paragraph.

Suddenly, Pablo closed your lap top and you were looking at him with a shocked face. Thankfully you always work in Google Drive so everything stays saved, but you were angry he just wouldn't let you finish this tonight if you wanted to do it!

"Pablo!" you whine but he was taking away your lap top plugging it in before coming back to where you were sitting in the dining room.

"Don't Pablo me! Come on, time to go to bed nena!" he said reaching out for my hand helping me get up from the chair and I still felt tempted to finish the very last paragraph.

"I have one more paragraph to do...and then I'll.." he would even let you finish that sentence as he was already tossing you over his shoulder smacking your ass while walking towards your bathroom.

"You are being so bratty tonight! What am I going to do with you nena? Huh?" he said after placing you down and turning on the shower.

"Let me do what I want?" you said smartly knowing that's never going to happen and Pablo turned towards you with his infamous smirk.

"Now that's not something I usually do princesa..come on now, arms up!" he said and you rolled your eyes knowing that would annoy him but still doing as he asked as he took off your clothes piece by piece and opened the door for you to step into the shower.

When you came out seeing your lap top plugged in on the sofa and no Pablo in sight, you quickly got dressed and walked towards it only to be interrupted by Pablo's coughs.

"Yeah, good try..get your perky ass to bed right now nena..or I'm gonna make it red!" Pablo said making your cheeks blush and you knew he would do such thing if you pushed him too far.

"I made you some camomile tea to help you relax and get some sleep" he said placing the cup on your nightstand and you smiled at his kind gesture.

When he got into his own pajamas (boxers and old Barça t-shirt), he joined you in bed smiling when he saw you sipping on your tea already yawning a few times.

When you finished the tea, you felt so sleepy that you could fall asleep sitting up. All the exhausting from the day finally set in and you were moving closer to Pablo out of instinct wanting to be held before letting yourself go to the dreamland.

"There we go, put your head right there on my chest and get some rest..mi nena buena" Pablo praised moving his fingers through your hair gently while you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong scent.

"Thank you for taking care of me amor..I needed some rest" you admit looking up at him and he smiled proudly nodding his head before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

"If only you would listen to me more often princesa.." he teased and you whined shaking your head before moving even closer tossing one of your legs aver both of his wanting desperately to play with his hair.

"Pablito??" you used the nickname whenever you really wanted something and he knew it very well.

"What does my princesa want now? Huh?" he said smiling down at you secretly admiring just how beautiful you looked in that moment with messy hair and tired eyes.

"Can I play with you hair please?" you say blushing a little and he smirked nodding his head while kissing the top of your nose playfully.

"It's all yours preciosa.." and those words were enough for your fingers to start massaging his scalp while you cuddled close to him and closed your eyes feeling safe, loved and ready to get some very needed rest <3

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absolutewhore101 · 3 months

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Should've Said No - Chapter 4

A/N: sorry this one is so late! last week got busy very quickly, and i just didn't have the time to sit down and write this. i hadn't originally planned on writing this chapter, but the idea hit me in the car while i was driving earlier, so here we are. (hint at next chapter at the very end!)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Listen to 'Should've Said No' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: swearing, assholery

Word Count: 733 words

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

MINORS DNI

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Joel’s head slowly turned back to face you, a fire in his eyes you’d never seen directed at you.

Before he could open his mouth, you started talking again.

“Can you believe Joel? Everything we used to have - the songs, the smiles, the flowers - it’s all gone! All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants!”

“Is that all?”

“God, ugh! I just… I can’t even look at you.”

“Look, I’d take it back if I could. It was a moment of weakness and we both know that. Hell, what was I supposed to do?!”

“You should’ve said no! You should’ve thought twice, maybe with more than just your dick! I should’ve been there, right in the back of your mind, and I shouldn’t be standing here asking myself why the fuck you’d do this!”

Joel took a step forward, but Tommy stepped in the middle of you two.

“I wouldn’t get much closer to her.” He said, voice low.

“Oh for the love of god, Tommy. You knew, too! Don’t stand here and try to play hero when you knew damn well what was going on.”

“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Tommy said, turning to face you, “but it wasn’t my place to say anything. That was between you and Joel, not me. I’m sorry.”

“No. No you don’t get to be sorry. Joel might’ve done this to me, but you didn’t even try to help. You could’ve tried talking to him, you could’ve stopped him, you could’ve just told me! But instead you let this go on, knowing how much it would hurt me.”

Tommy’s eyes landed on the ground in front of your feet, his hands on his hips.

When he looked up again, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“Baby, c’mon…” Joel trailed off.

You shook your head, taking a step back from the two of them.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that we could ever be the same? After everything you put me through?”

Joel shook his head. “We don’t gotta be the same, we just gotta work through this and come out better on the other side. We can do that, can’t we?”

“No. You should’ve known that I would’ve found out eventually. I’m not stupid, y’know. Even if you hadn’t been so obvious about it, someone would’ve told me eventually.”

“Was she worth it?” Tommy said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between the three of you.

“Excuse me?” Joel answered.

“Tommy.” You said sternly. “This isn’t your place, you’ve made that pretty clear.”

“Might not be my place, but that doesn't mean I can’t ask him what the hell he was thinking.” Tommy turned around to face Joel, stepping into his space.

Joel held his eye, bringing his arms up to cross his arms over his chest.

“You wanna do this right now? Right in front of her?”

“I don’t think I’m the one who deserves an apology.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, slowly nodding his head.

“I don’t think she wants to hear my apology. Do you?”

You thought about it. An apology wouldn’t undo what he did, but wouldn’t it give you some kind of closure? Or was your closure the end of your relationship?

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well, it certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

You gave him a smug smirk, watching him shake his head.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway. Happy?”

“No. But as long as you don’t step foot in my house again I will be.”

Tommy nodded his head.

“You can move into a new house tomorrow. Why don’t you stay with Carly tonight? I’m sure she’d love it.” Tommy gave him a smirk, watching Joel’s hands clenched into fists by his side.

Joel stalked off without another word, heading for the house just a few down from your own.

“Motherfucker.” You muttered, and Tommy chuckled.

Tommy looked over his shoulder at you, something akin to sympathy in his eyes.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Absolutely not. You’re not off the hook just because you made a stand against Joel. It’s gonna take a lot more than that if you ever want to be friends again.” You told him, pushing past him and walking towards your house.

As you closed your front door behind you, you couldn’t help but ask yourself - why couldn’t he just be a better man?

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 8 months

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On thin Ice (Hockey Player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Reader)

A/N: Hehehe. Hiii :) if you haven’t noticed, I gave the chapter titles, and if you know what I’m doing with the titles then I’ll love you forever Lmaoo. Also I’m accidentally making the chapters shorter then I would like but idk how make them longer lmao. As usu, not completely proofread so excuse any typos or grammatical errors. Also I tried to throw in a small parallel cuz I LOOOVE parallels in writing. Okay enjoy:).

(Y/N)- Your name, (f/c)- favorite color.

Swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex/sexual stuff (No smut or NSFW content.)

Word count: 1.2K

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Chapter 3: That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

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“Sooooo… wanna tell me why Miguel ‘figure skating isn’t a real sport’ O’Hara was talking you up before practice?”

Oh God. You knew this would happen.

“Okay, first of all he wasn’t talking me up-“ You rolled your eyes as you and Logan walk to your uni’s on-campus Starbucks after practice together, your (f/c) gym bag hastily thrown over your shoulder, so the bag was resting fully on your back.

“Me when I lie-“

“And second all,” you send him a playful look for interrupting you mid-sentence as you finally reach your destination, pulling the handle to the glass door, entering the busy coffee shop. “I’d rather not think about it.” Because it was all your were thinking about now.

Logan just took his hands out from his hoodie pockets and raised them up in defense. “Okay, okay… didn’t think me asking about the person my partner despises so much, would be annoying .” He joked with a small smirk, you just rolled your eyes and let out a small annoyed groan as you and Logan both grabbed your mobile orders from the counter, before making your way to a small, secluded table in the back of the cafe.

You did a quick look over at your surroundings, before leaning in slightly and began to speak in a low tone. “Okay… am I going insane, or had Miguel been acting…different towards me since last week?” You asked, Logan leaning in a bit, taking a sip of his iced coffee, before replying.

“oh no yeah, something is up with him.”

You started to nervously nibble at your bottom lip,“You’re supposed to tell me I’m going crazy.” You say with a sigh, rubbing your temples in hopes of preventing an oncoming headache for all the overthinking you were about to do, Logan just shrugged.

“As much as I’d loove to feed into your delusions, I’d rather much more make fun of you for this.” He grinned as he crossed his arms on the top of the wooden table. You quickly shot him a glare and lightly hit his shoulder, mumbling a “not funny”. Before sipping on your drink a bit. Your reaction only made his grin widen, “This is gonna be fun to watch. Do you think he’s into you? I think he is. Oh my god, is this gonna be like one of those romance novels that Kate-“ Kate is your dorm mate, “is always going on about?” You groaned as your shoved your face into hands to help hid the blush that was creeping on to your cheeks.

“Hell. No. He’s an asshole, and I hate him. I’d rather slit my throat with my own skate blades before even giving him a chance. Besides , I don’t like hockey players, especially the ones here.” You ranted after you felt your face cool down enough to finally lift your head out of your hands to look at Logan again, you knew if he saw how red your face felt, he’d never let you hear the end of it. “Not to mention, I’ve heard about all the rumors about him on campus. He’s a total manwhore.” You finished with a scowl, your hands playing with your cup. You’ve honestly lost interest in your drink, but you paid 7 dollars for it, and you’re a broke college student, so you forced yourself to take another sip.

“You say that last part like you’re considering acting on something.” You hate how he said that so causally, like you two (plus a few of your other friends) weren’t always complaining about him and his little hockey team.

“That’s- that’s not what I meant by that and you know it.” You huffed, your eyebrows furrowed together and you puff your cheeks out a bit as your lips draw together into a thin line. “Even if he wasn’t a massive dick, he isn’t my type.” Logan let out a small snort, him and his fucking snorts.

“When you say massive dick, are you sure you meant he’s a massive dick? Or did you mean he has a mass” you quickly covered his mouth with your hand before he could continue.

“Trust me Logan, he’s the last person on campus I’d want.”

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“So you just, all of a sudden, decide to wake up one morning and be nice to her? Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her?” Peter Parker, The Spiders’ winger and Miguel’s dorm mate/best friend (wether he’d admit or not) teased the taller man with a sly smile. Miguel let out a frustrated huff as he went to try and hit Peter on the shoulder as a warning to shut up, but the shorter man quickly dodged it with a laugh.

“God. You heard me compliment her one time, and now you’re gonna misinterpret every conversation with her?” Miguel grumbled as he sat on his bed in his dorm room, Peter sitting down across from him on the floor, his back resting against his own bed as he took a handful of fries from the McDonald’s bag next to him before shoving it in his mouth.

“Mmm, yeah.” Peter replied with a full mouth, Miguel had to look away to stop himself from cringing. “So.” He swallowed his food, taking a sip of his soda before continuing, “what’s the deal? You’re actually trying to be a nicer person, or do you just wanna get in her pants?” Peter deadpanned.

“I’m not-Jesus, Peter. Do you have to say it like that?” Miguel huffed, rubbing his face a bit with his hands in an attempt to help his current feeling of embarrassment from how blunt Peter was being. “I just…didn’t realize how good she is at skating before is all…” He added in a slightly softer tone, his large calloused hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, his shoulders coming up with a slight shrug.

“Oh yeah, you’re trying to get into her pants.” Peter grinned.

“Peter.”

“Miguel.”

“Believe it or not, but I don’t only think with my dick.” Miguel deadpanned, his head tilting to the side slightly as he raises a brow.

“Ehhh, I don’t know… the amount of times you’ve kick me out of our room says otherwise.” Peter’s lips twitched up into a sly smirk, this time Peter didn’t dodge Miguel’s hand. “Ouch! Why are you getting mad at me? You’re the one who can’t keep it his pants…” He whined as he rubs his shoulder.

“I haven’t had a girl in here for weeks Parker, you know that.” Miguel glared down at Peter, before shoving his hand into the McDonald’s hand next to his friend on the floor. Earning a small “hey!” In protest from the other man, and began to nibble on the fries.

“Surprisingly…” Peter grumbled. “You going through a dry spell or something?”

“No. Just, trying to focus on school and hockey.” Miguel said as he leaned against his bed, resting his weight on his forearms. Peter scoffed in response.

“Miguel, you’re bullshitting and you know it. If you stopped messing around with half the campus for little miss ice princess-“ Miguel felt a slight burning sensation rip threw his chest when Peter referenced you by ice princess, it bothered him for some reason even though he called you that name all the time, “then who cares? But don’t try and deny it.”

“Trust me Peter, she’s the last person on campus I’d want.”

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won't you come and dance in the dark with me?

Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete

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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.

It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”

Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.

Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.

It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering.

Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.

It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.

So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.

It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.

Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.

Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”

Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.

“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”

“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.

“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”

Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.

“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.

“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.

Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.

“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.

“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”

He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.

“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.

“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.

“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.

“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.

“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.

Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.

A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.

There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.

But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.

Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile.

He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.

“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”

Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”

The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.

“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”

Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.

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Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…

Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.

Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.

Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.

“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.

“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”

Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.

“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.

“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.

“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”

Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.

“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.

“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.

“Eds—”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.

Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”

Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.

Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned.

It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.

When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.

“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.

By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.

When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”

Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”

Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.

“We’re not having sex tonight—”

“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”

The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.

“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.

“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.

“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.

It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.

Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.

Thank God for Robin Buckley.

“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”

The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.

“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.

“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”

“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”

As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.

“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.

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good omens WIPs i'm loving at the moment

i know starting unfinished fics is not everyone’s cup of tea but comments and encouragement mean so much to writers, so if you have some time to spare, why don’t you check these out

doom days by klytemnestras - 5 years have passed since aziraphale left crowley for heaven. crowley has built a new life for himself and has found some comfort in spending time with muriel & co. but then aziraphale shows up with the messiah baby, hoping for crowley to help him one last time... the found family vibes in this one are just so delightful. crowley and aziraphale have a long way to go to restore their relationship, but it surely is an intriguing one to follow 7.6k, 3/? chapters, rated T

an ineffable midsummer night's dream by the_serpent_and_the_guardian - set in 1605, aziraphale convinces crowley to save shakespeare's latest play - he reluctantly takes on the role of puck (not without some shenanigans ensuing, of course). the banter in this fic is absolutely precious, the writing is so lovely and the dynamic between our beloved almost friends demon and angel is so spot on!! 20k, 4/5 chapters, rated T

living in sin by jade_valentine offers an insight into what could have happened if aziraphale had discovered a little earlier that crowley was living in his car. yes, oh my god, they were roommates. i honestly can't wait to see how their new living arrangement will develop 2.5k, 1/? chapters, rated M

wilde flowers by rocksaltandroll is a human au! starring aziraphale as a lonely bookseller and crowley as the new, handsome florist down the street. maggie, nina and muriel are inspired to do some matchmaking, but the old men seem to be falling for each other even without their meddling... they're both nervous about starting something new, but there's so much fluff, the writing is great and frankly, all whickber street characters are such a joy to read about!! 15k, 4/? chapters, rated M

mon horrible cher by ghostrat is an enemies to friends to lovers fic that features aziraphale and crowley as teachers on a sixth form field trip to paris. they despise each other… until they don't. i have so much love for these characters, the path from annoyance to precious pining is just so good. crowley being good with kids is honestly going to break me at some point. the writing is utterly amazing, just perfect to get lost in, and there's stunning fanart included too 30k, 7/9 chapters, rated M

once upon a time by tawnyowl95 is a human au! with actors (and childhood sweethearts) aziraphale and crowley finding their way back to each other as famous comedian crowley (currently going through a rough patch) accepts aziraphale's offer for him to play the pantomime villain in his production of dick whittington. there's flashbacks to their time at high school and tons of bickering in the present time line, where crowley continues to be quite the troublemaker, keeping aziraphale and everyone else on their toes and i absolutely love it 10k, 4/15, rated E

london, libraries & love by wolftea features librarian! aziraphale and history teacher! crowley. while they're both excited to go on an excursion to london for a couple of days together, at the beginning of their acquaintance, they had quite a hard time warming up to each other.. this fic is so precious, the flashblacks to crowley's first weeks at the school are full of pranks and shenanigans between the two of them that made me laugh so very much. it's so fascinating to explore how their relationship develops over time. the pining in the present is perfectly wholesome as well!! 9k, 5/17 chapters, rated E

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Is It Working For You? Part 13 | Rooster x Reader

Just in case you need to start at the beginning or visit an earlier chapter, check out my Masterlist!

Summary: Bradley is starting to feel like he's just your dirty little secret, and that is not a moniker he wants to wear.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

You felt like shit all day on Friday. You'd barely slept Thursday night, even though you were snuggled up against Bradley's warm body. And when you had slipped your hand into his underwear in the night, coaxing him toward you, it made you feel terrible in the end. Because he really wanted to be with you, more than just physically. Like actually be with you. He'd been telling you that all along, for weeks, since the very beginning. You knew since that first night at the Hard Deck, after he bumped into your stool that he would be whatever you wanted him to be. But now you were the one pumping the brakes.

Because you were scared.

All you had wanted to do was make him happy, but instead he was looking like a kicked puppy again. While not outright avoiding you, he kept himself very busy on the tarmac, going over safety checks and maintenance procedures all day.

Maria was the first one to ask you what was wrong as you were updating your computer software in the tower. "I don't know what to do. He wants a relationship. Some sort of label. I don't know if I'm ready for this right now."

Maria squeezed your shoulders. "Girl, only you can decide what's best for you. But, don't even try to tell me he hasn't fallen in love."

You spun around in your chair to face her. "You think he's in love with me?"

Maria nodded seriously. "Yes. When you fell asleep on him while we were watching the movie, his face was completely unguarded as he looked at you and held you and rubbed your back. He's beyond smitten. It's honestly next level."

Your heart was not made to handle what you were feeling. It was a disturbing combination of elation and terror. Bradley Bradshaw was your ideal. You didn't want anyone else. But... what if it cost one or both of you a promotion? What if Bradley got stationed back in Virginia Beach again? What if he didn't even make it back from the Daggers mission?

Your stomach lurched just as Cam waltzed into your office. "Everyone is drinking at the Hard Deck tonight. You know, last day of work before we're all out of here."

You barely heard him but you nodded along. You turned away from Maria and Cam and pretended to get your computer and other items in order so you could pack them for travel. But really you were trying to decide if you believed that Bradley might be in love. You played back all of your interactions with him. He was so smooth right from the start, clearly an accomplished flirt. But he'd let you be the one in control of almost everything. You were the one to decide when that first scorching kiss happened. He took you out on a date under your terms, not his. He seemed to know you were the one who would be holding back, and wanted to make you comfortable. And he had told you he'd be good to you, let you get away with more than he should.

It was too much, and you needed to focus on something else. You kept pushing everything related to Bradley out of your mind, even after he texted you.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: see you at the hard deck tonight?

You gave yourself the excuse that you needed to call your parents before it got too late on the east coast. You stayed on the phone with them for a long time while you drove home and made dinner, letting them know you'd be out of the country for a bit. You avoided texting Bradley back while you got dressed to go out and put some makeup on. But when you pulled into the parking lot, you didn't see his Bronco anywhere.

You walked inside with Cam and Maria, and immediately you saw Phoenix. "Hey, do you know where Bradley is?" you asked her as you got your phone out to finally text him back, feeling bad for ignoring him for hours.

"He'll be here," she replied, giving you a small smile. "You're going to be good to him, right?"

You just looked at her for a moment before you felt a hand on your arm. Convinced it was Bradley, you spun around with a smile, only to find Kyle.

"What do you want?" you asked him, wishing he would vanish.

"Hey, I....just wanted to say hi, let you know I'm cool with what you said to me last weekend. See if I can buy you a drink to say sorry."

You just stared at him, kind of shocked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Cam ripped me a new one, and I feel bad. We've known each other for awhile, you know? Come on, I'll get you a beer."

So you ended up sitting at the bar with Kyle, your backs to the door. He apologized, told you not to feel awkward if you ran into each other, and then you just chatted for a bit. You told him you would be flying out on Sunday morning via Comanche, and he wished you safe travels.

You felt a little bit better, now you just needed to see Bradley.

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Today had been rough, but Bradley finally came to terms with what you had told him the night before. He would make himself be cool with doing things your way, because it was better than any alternative where he wasn't with you at all. You cared about him. You wanted him. That's what mattered. The rest could wait. He would be the very definition of chill.

It was still early when he arrived at the bar, but he saw that your shitty little car was already here. He made his way inside and spotted you immediately. Your hair was loose and you were wearing your ripped up jeans and a tank top with your boat shoes. You looked so good, sipping on a bottle of your favorite beer.

You turned slightly and laughed, and that's when Bradley saw you were sitting with that asshole Kyle. And you looked happy about it this time. Kyle leaned in a bit and nodded at something you were saying, clearly charmed by you. What the actual hell?

Suddenly Bradley understood how it must have felt for all the other girls before you who had caught feelings, just to see him move on a few days later. This was not fun for him at all.

He stalked over to you and dropped a hand heavily on your shoulder. "Y/N, what the hell?"

You turned toward him with a bright smile on your face that vanished as soon as you saw his expression.

Kyle jumped off of his stool. "Hey, we were just having a drink, it's not-"

"I wasn't talking to you, man," Bradley told him, never taking his eyes off of your face. Kyle just mumbled and shrunk off into the crowd, and Bradley dropped into his seat.

"What's wrong? Do you want to go outside and talk?" you whispered to him, gesturing toward the door.

"No, let's talk right here." Although the volume in the Hard Deck was loud enough that nobody would be able to hear you, he wanted to be seen with you. He needed to.

"Okay... What do you want to talk about?"

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "Come on, Sweetheart. You're really going to sit here and flirt with some guy you assured me you're no longer interested in? How is that fair to me?"

"I wasn't!" you insisted. "I wouldn't do that!"

"You won't let me call you mine, so somehow I don't count when you feel like chatting up that asshole? If we keep it casual, then you don't have to feel bad? You gonna go find Jake next and make his night a little nicer?"

"Jeez, Bradley, that's not even what happened! Give me a little credit here!" you whispered harshly.

He stared at your face, your eyes pleading with him to believe you. "I thought I could be cool about this, but I guess not. What are we? And don't you dare try to say we're just friends. Or friends with benefits. I'm not going to agree with that."

When you didn't respond, he let out a long breath and said, "You know, I'm starting to feel like your dirty little secret. Like you just want me around to make you feel good, fuck you all night, and spill my heart out to you. Don't you feel this connection?"

"Yes, of course I feel it! You're not the only one lost in their feelings here, Roo! You're not! I just don't know what else to tell you. I've never been good at this stuff. All the other guys I dated-"

"Let me stop you right there. See, that's the problem. I'm not talking about pasts here, Sweetheart, I'm talking about our futures."

He watched you chew on your lip before he continued. "I don't see how being in a relationship with me will make you look bad. So we'll have to have a conversation or two with some commanding officers? I'm more than willing to do that. So we'll have to be assigned to separate task groups from here on out? That's all good too, Baby Girl. I can keep my hands to myself during work hours, and treat you with the utmost respect. But you're killing me here."

Bradley paused to really look at your face. You were on the verge of tears. God, somehow he was the asshole in this scenario. He was the one who was going to make you cry, when all he wanted was to hold you and love you.

"I'm leaving," he managed to say through his pulse pounding in his throat. He needed to get away from you before he did something really idiotic that he would regret.

"I'll go with you," you said, a hiccup in your voice. "I want to go with you."

Bradley stood and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm going back to the barracks, and I'm too tired to figure out a way to sneak you in, just so we can fuck around. It's Friday night, the building is teeming with people. I'll just see you later."

And then he was gone.

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Your hands were shaking as you drove back to your apartment. Before you left the Hard Deck, you texted Maria and told her you were going to the barracks for the night. Then on your way to the parking lot, Phoenix had caught up to you and simply said, "He's worth it. I'm telling you, he's worth all of it. So please figure it out, because I don't know if he can."

Now you were stopping home to get your overnight bag and heading out once again. And you were pissed. Your thoughts were racing. Everything was moving too fast. You needed time to slow down. You just needed more time with Bradley. Everything would make sense if you had a few more weeks, or even just a few more days.

You still had his visitor parking pass in your car, so that made the first step easier. After you parked and grabbed your bag, you made your way to the main entrance of the barracks. Bradley was right, this place was packed with officers and visitors. There were a ton of people waiting to be scanned in, so you stood at the end of the line and waited.

"Hey, Lieutenant Y/L/N!" You turned and saw Fanboy on his way inside with a pizza box. "What brings you to the barracks?" he asked with a warm smile as he scanned his badge through the gate. He always had been very friendly.

"Oh, hey, Fanboy. I'm... I'm just here to see someone," you replied, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You didn't know what else to say.

"Rooster?" he asked with a grin.

Your eyes went wide. "Yeah... how did you know that?" He definitely must have seen you sneaking in at some point.

He just shrugged and smiled more. "Well, Rooster is the only one living here, other than Halo, Phoenix, Hangman and me. Halo is kind of antisocial, Phoenix is already at the Hard Deck, and Hangman would be swinging from the rafters shouting at the top of his lungs if you were here to see him," Fanboy told you with a laugh. "But don't worry, I'm cool. I won't say anything."

"Uhhh, thanks," you replied, and then the woman at the front desk was ready for you. Two forms of ID and a signature later, and you were in.

"That was relatively painless," you muttered to yourself. Not that this was necessarily a grand gesture, but you had come through the main gate and Fanboy clearly knew what was going on. So it felt like something. The last thing you wanted was to have Bradley upset with you right before the mission started. Now you just had to find his room in this huge maze. You remembered his room number, so you just walked around until you found the correct hallway.

As you neared his room, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'm so sorry, i should never have talked to you like that

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: will you please call me when you can? you can call me anytime, even if you leave the hard deck late

Your heart couldn't handle much more as you knocked gently on his door. Because what if Maria was right, what if he was in love with you?

"Yeah?" he asked as he opened his door a little bit and then froze in surprise, his phone still in his hand. He was wearing just gym shorts, and he had clearly been running his hands through his messy hair. "Y/N. What are you doing here?"

"I told you I wanted to come with you, but you left."

He poked his head out into the hallway and looked around, still puzzled. "How did you get in here?"

"I checked in at the front desk."

"You did? But you have to give the name of whoever you're here to see. And you have to sign in with your full name and military ID."

"You don't think I know your name, Bradley Bradshaw? And I always have my ID on me."

Bradley just stared at you.

"Stop giving me that look. You're not my dirty little secret. Fanboy just saw me anyway... he knows I'm here to see you. He guessed it right away, quite possibly because I am generally doing a terrible job at hiding the way I feel about you. I'm so far gone over you, I might as well have Rooster sharpied on my face. But I don't even care if Fanboy knows, because you're not my dirty little secret, Bradley!"

He reached for you and pulled you into his arms. "I'm sorry I said that to you, Sweetheart. I shouldn't have done any of that. And if you want to talk to Kyle, that's your business. Even though I still think he's an asshole."

You leaned your cheek against his warm chest. You were standing in the middle of the open doorway, and you could hear people walking up and down the corridors. Bradley tried to pull you inside, but you dug your heels in. "Are you seriously jealous of him? Or Jake? Because if I wanted somebody else, I wouldn't be with you every single day as soon as work ends."

Bradley kissed your forehead. "I'm just frustrated, Baby Girl. And I should never take that out on you."

You felt like you were on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry too. And I didn't come here just to mess around, I came here to spend time with you. I always like spending time with you, Roo." You rubbed your face against him. "But I also don't know how I'm supposed to control myself when I want you all the time, Bradley! I feel the need in my bones. But truly, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about yourself. I didn't even know I was doing it."

Bradley leaned against the doorframe and held you as several officers walked by. "I want you all the time too, Baby Girl. Sometimes it makes it hard to think. And I was frustrated, because I know you'll sit at the bar at the Hard Deck with other guys for more than ten minutes, right out in the open. Hell, the only date we really went on that was just the two of us was nowhere near base. Is that the only reason you agreed to it?"

You kissed his chest, his deep breaths calming you. "No, that's not the reason at all. I begged you to ask me out a second time, because I wanted to be with you. And it was the best date ever, because being around you makes me feel good in every way."

"You make me feel good too."

"I just wish we had more time. I just need more time," you whispered, and when Bradley pulled you inside, you went with him.

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Oh Bradley, you're definitely a little dirty, but nobody would keep you a secret for long.

This chapter includes a request from @rosesinmars who asked for a little more jealousy. Hope you enjoyed this one!

Check out Part 14

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Hi, can you do one with Jill Roord, pls?

Where the reader and Jill are on a vacation with Daan and Ellie, Viv and Beth, Katie and Ruesha, Jackie Groenen and Lynn Wilms.

Where all of them are sharing a house together.

None know that Jill and the reader are dating for a while, so Jackie kept flirting w the reader since the first day of vacation, same thing goes for Lynn who kept flirting w Jill.

The reader and Jill speak Italian with each other while they're w their friends.

Idk a little bit of drama (like Jackie tried to kiss the reader and Jill got all mad and jealous about it) and the reader got upset and mad so she punched a wall a couple of times and she ended up w a broken hand.

Meanwhile Viv and Daan saw the reader doing it and they rushed to call Jill.

Idk something cute and fluff at the end

The other find out that they're dating and started asking them so many questions.

I don't have any ideas how to make the other players involved, so feel free to do it.

Jill Roord x Reader

First of all, I would like to apologize for taking so long. I hope you like it and it meets your expectations.

English is not my native language. Sorry for incorrect grammar and spelling.

I can't speak or write Italian, so these sentences are in italics.

I put the last suitcase in the trunk and get in the car. I look at Jill who is sitting in the passenger seat and give her a little smile which she returns. I start the engine and drive off. Jill plays around with the radio until she concludes that every station is playing “tasteless” music and connects her phone to the car speakers.

“You hear that? That is good music.”

I just look over at her and a smile creeps over my face. She starts to sing along and dance a little in her seat. We reach Lynns driveway, but she is nowhere to be seen.

“I think Lynn managed to oversleep again.” I say.

“Nah, she is probably just trying to find all her stuff, but as we all know, that can take a little longer because of her chaos.” Jill says while looking out the window “look the light in her living room is on.”

“I will send her a text to hurry up and you stop stalking her it´s creepy” I say and send Lynn a message. Jill just gives me a cute smile and asks: “Are you exited to spend time with the girls again?”

I look up from my phone and say:” Yeah, I really miss them sometimes, it’s great to catch up and this time not after a game. Besides that, we didn´t really had a few days off or time for vacation since the season started.”

“Yeah, you´re right I miss them. But to be honest with you I would like to spend a week in Italy just you and me no one else.” She says.

I put my phone away, lay my hand on her thigh and say:” I would love that, but I think we will be able to sneak out for a date.”

Jill lays her hand on mine and gives me a tight-lipped smile. I turn my hand and take hers in mine. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask worried.

“I´m sorry that we have to hide our relationship and can´t just be ourselves in front of the others.” She mumbles quietly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? I understand that you are not ready to tell the girls about us just yet and we will do it when you feel ready not a second earlier, alright?” I say trying to make sure she understands me.

“I understand, thank you.” She says, gives me a smile and squeezes my hand.

“You don´t have to thank me, my love.” I say.

Jill looks out the window and pulls her hand away as soon as she sees Lynn. Lynn makes her way to our car and Jill gets out the car to greet Lynn and help her with the suitcase, as if Lynn wasn´t able to do that on her own. They both take a seat in the back, and I drive us to the airport. I see in the rear-view mirror that Lynn has placed her hand on Jill’s, which is resting on her thigh. I know that Jill is just nervous, and Lynn just wants to comfort her, but it still annoys me, and I can´t help myself and roll my eyes.

The flight just took 3 hours, and we arrived in Ibiza. We made our way out the airport and I already saw Katie and Ruesha waiting for us, filming our arrival probably for Katies McVlog or Ruesha`s RueTube Diary.

“Look who we have got here, Y/n, Jill and Lynn from Wolfsburg and now we are finally complete!” Katie says while filming us.

“Good to see you again Ladies, where are the others?” Lynn asks excited and they tell us that the other girls are already in the house we rented for our vacation. We make our way to the house, Ruesha is driving, I´m sitting in the passenger seat catching up with her while the others are in the back filming for Katies Vlog and singing along to some song that I never heard before. We park in front of the house and carry our luggage to the door, which Jackie opens.

She immediately pulls me into a hug and says:” It´s good to see you again, I missed you so much my dear.” She wraps her arms around me and pulls me inside and the others just follow us. “Yeah, it´s good to see you again.” We leave our luggage in the corridor and enter the kitchen where Beth, Viv, Daan and Ellie are sitting. We greet each other with hugs and decide to cook dinner because it´s already quite late. Because me and Jill are the only ones who can cook without setting the kitchen on fire we are in charge and Lynn and Jackie offered to help us.

I stir the sauce when I feel someone resting their chin on my shoulder and wrapping their arms around my waist. It´s not Jill as I expected at first, but I can tell by their touch and smell that its Jackie, I turn my head to look at her and she asks: “That looks so good when will it be finished?”. “Just a few more seconds.” I answer but she just groans impatiently, and I just chuckle a little. The other girls already set the table and now we are sitting at the table and enjoying the food.

“Oh Y/n that tastes so good, you are so talented it’s unbelievable.” Jackie says, who is sitting next to me, and I have to chuckle because it’s the easiest and most idiot prove recipe I know. “Thanks” I mumble while looking at Jill to see if she likes it, but she is in the middle of a conversation with Lynn and Viv, and I don´t want to disturb her.

After dinner we decide to clean up and watch a movie. I´m cleaning a plate when I see Jackie sitting down on the countertop next to me and we talk for a while. I´m wiping over the countertop and am about to clean the sink, when I feel a splash of water hitting my face, I shut my eyes and wipe over my face with the sleeve of my jumper.

“Really, was that necessary?” I mumble under my breath.

“Wow, Y/n it´s so hot when you speak Italian.”

“Thank you, I guess?” I reply to Jackie.

I hear someone clearing their throat and turn around, to see Jill standing there impatiently holding a bowl of crisps.

“Everything is set up we are just wating for you.”

I nod my head and follow Jill into the living room. I`m about to sit down next to Jill when I get pushed to the side and Lynn takes my spot. I feel a hand wrapping around my wrist and I get pulled down to on the sofa, next to Jackie. We start the movie and I feel Jackie cuddling into my side and holding my hand. I look over to Jill, who is resting her head on Lynns shoulder while Lynn has her arms wrapped around my girlfriend. I take a deep breath, which doesn´t get unnoticed by Jackie.

“Are you alright?” she asks worried.

“Yeah, I´m just fine.” I reply with a little smile.

Jackie smiles slightly and rests her head on my chest. I try to focus on the movie, but my eyes keep wondering over to Jill and Lynn. The movie ends and I want to get up to go to the bathroom when I notice that Jackie has fallen asleep. Everyone but my girlfriend smile at me and I just growl a little. I pick Jackie up and carry her upstairs. As I turn to indicate that someone should open the door to Jackie’s bedroom, I see Katie and Ruesha holding their phones pointed at me and I realize that they must have filmed all of it. I just roll my eyes and lay Jackie in her bed and gently tuck her in.

I`m in the bathroom brushing my teeth, Jill enters and does the same. When I´m done I sit on the lid of the toilet and wait for Jill to finish. Jill is finally done, and she is just doing her skin care, I get up and hug her from behind. I rest my chin on her shoulder and just observe her. I lightly kiss Jill´s neck and she giggles a little. She turns around and puts her arms around my neck. My arms wrap tighter around her waist, and we look deeply into each other eyes.

Suddenly I hear the door open, and Jill quickly pushes me away from her. I take a step back and look at the person who has ruined what was probably the only romantic moment between me and my girlfriend today. It´s Lynn of course it´s Lynn, it`s always Lynn.

“Hey Jilly, I´ve already taken our suitcases to our bedroom, are you finally done?” Lynn asks impatiently and grabs my girlfriend´s hand and pulls her with her.

I just give my reflection an annoyed look and make me was to Jackie´s bedroom, because all the other rooms are filled with happy couples.

The next morning, I walk into Jill and Lynn´s room to let them know breakfast is ready only to see them both snuggled up in bed and sleeping. Viv comes into the bedroom as well and sees the two.

“Oh, they look so cute and peaceful together!” she marvels.

“Oh yes, the perfect couple.” I answer full of sarcasm and make my way downstairs.

The two finally mange to get downstairs and we can start with breakfast.

“How did I get into bed yesterday? I can´t remember going upstairs.” Jackie asks completely confused.

At least now I know I didn´t disturb her while she slept. The others just smirk at me and Beth tells her to check out Katie´s Instagram story. She does as she is told and a smile spreads across her face.

“I hope I didn´t make you feel uncomfortable.” I say cautiously and give her an apologetic smile.

“Oh don´t worry darling I guess I have to thank you and your strong arms.” She says and puts her hand on my upper arm.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion and just tell her that it´s alright.

The weather is very good, our house has a pool, and we just want to relax so we decide against going out and exploring Ibiza and just plan on spending the whole day at the pool.

We get changed and enjoy the day at the pool. After a round of chicken fight in which Lynn had to be a team with Jill, I sat down with Beth and Viv, who were just relaxing on the loungers in the sun and reading. We talked about the season, the injuries they both have, and we all got mad about the fact that the World Cup might not be broadcast in Germany. I´m making my way inside to get some new drinks when Jackie offered to help me, which I gratefully accepted. We go into the kitchen, and I get the bottles out of the fridge and take a few more ice cubes from the freezer.I was about to grab a glass that is on the counter behind her when she hugs me. I ask her if she´s alright as she looks deep into my eyes. She doesn´t answer me, her gaze wanders from my eyes to my lips and she comes closer and closer. Realizing that she wants to kiss me I try to push her away, knowing it´s too late when I hear a glass hit the floor and shatter.

I turn around and my expectation is confirmed. In front of me is my girlfriend with tears in her eyes, her lips are pressed tightly together and her hands, which were previously holding the glass, are now clenches into fists. Shit, I really screwed up. Jill just shakes her head slightly and storms out of the kitchen into the corridor.

I free myself from Jackie´s hug, jump over the shards and run after her. I need to fix this; I messed up so badly.

I find her in the corridor. I slowly come closer to her and want to put my hand on her shoulder, but she slaps it away and glares at me angrily with tears in her eyes.

“What have I done to deserve this just because I´m not ready to make our relationship public yet, really Y/n? I would never do such a thing!” she screams at me.

“I didn´t kiss Jackie, she wanted to kiss me, but I pushed her away!” I try to convince her but she doesn´t believe me.

“Well, it didn´t look like that, besides, you´ve been flirting with each other the whole time since we are here.” she accuses me.

“What am I supposed to say, Lynn and you are always flirting and cuddling not only here but also in Wolfsburg.” I say and immediately regret it.

“You know what Y/n I´m not even going to discuss it with you now. You cheated on me with Jackie I can imagine what you did in your room last night.”

That was the last thing she said before storming up the stairs.

I destroyed everything we had. How am I supposed to get by without her. I must transfer to another club, I can´t stay in Wolfsburg if she is in a happy relationship with Lynn.

I´m so overwhelmed with my emotions, usually Jill helps me when everything is a bit too much for me, but I can´t ask her now. I need something to calm me down. I can´t control myself anymore and the wall I was leaning on before has to suffer. I hit the wall a few times before Daan pulls me off the wall.

My breathing calms, my racing heart slows down, and I become aware of the pain in my hand. My gaze wonders off the wall and over to Viv who holds me in her arms and looks at me worriedly.

“Hey, it’s alright calm down.” she tells me and pulls me into a hug.

“I`m so stupid” I sob into her neck.

“I know what goalkeeper punches a wall; your hands are the most important.” She laughs lightly trying to cheer me up.

“Are you coming, Beth is already in the car?” asks Daan standing at the front door with Ellie.

I look at Viv confused; she tells me we´re driving to the hospital because my hand looks bad. I didn´t even realize before how battered my hand looks, so I just nod still a little bit confused.

I sit in the treatment room and wait for the doctor to let me go home. My arm is broken but not displaced which is good otherwise I would need surgery. I got a cast which is wrapped in a green bandaged to protect it. I chose green for Wolfsburg even through I know I´m not allowed to play with the cast on.

When the door opens, I expect the doctor or a nurse but it´s Jill. I sit up straight and look at her confused. She walks up to me and pulls me into a tight hug. Well, that was unexpected. She rests her forehead against my collarbone and repeatedly murmurs apologies. I wrap my arms around her waist and tell her to look at me. She starts at me with big teary eyes but this time I don´s see any anger in them.

“Hey, my love, you don´t need to apologize, I should have realized earlier that Jackie was flirting with me and I shouldn´t be jealous of you and Lynn, you have every right to be mad at me.” I apologise.

“No, I don´t. I talked to Jackie; she told me that you never flirted with her in any way it was all on her side. She apologized to me and I´ve now told all our friends about our relationship and Lynn is really, really sorry.” She explains.

“I hope I didn´t scared her too much.” I reply.

“She will be fine.” assures me Jill.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“That’s impossible.”

We smile at each other and wait for the doctor to arrive. We make our way to the entrance area of the hospital where the others are waiting for us. I am approached by a little boy.

“Excuse me are you Y/N?” he asks nervously.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I confirm.

“I´m a big fan of yours could you give me an autograph?” he asks.

“Of cause, where should I sign?” I reply.

“Could you sign my cast, I wanted to keep it anyways?” he asks.

“Of course, if that’s okay” I ask and look at a woman standing behind him who I think is his mother. She just nods and I kneel carefully in front of the little boy and his mother hands me a pen. I´m having some trouble signing because of my cast but luckily it doesn´t hurt.

“Why are you waring a cast are you alright?” he asks worriedly.

“I had a little accident but nothing to be worried about. I broke my arm like you broke yours. Would you like to sign my cast, then we could be cast buddies?” I ask him.

His eyes widen and a smile form on his face. He looks up at his mother who nods at him, and I offer him the pen. He takes it and is about to sign my cast when the others come and wait for me.He writes his name on my cast and looks at the others.

“Wow, that’s a beautiful name thank you buddy.” I say and notice that he tries to hide behind me and his mother.

“Hey, its alright, they are my friends, you know them, right?” I ask.

He doesn´t dare to speak but comes out of his hiding space. He smiles slightly as I explain to the others that he´s a fan of us. My girlfriend kneels next to me and offers to sign his cast. Jill, Daan, Ellie, Viv, Beth, Katie, Ruesha, Jackie and Lynn sign his cast and his mother takes a picture of us.

When we are back in the house, we are bombarded with questions, which we both answer patiently. Lynn and Jackie apologize to us several times and we enjoy our vacation

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