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celiastjamesoscar · 8 months

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Would That I

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: You accidentally ran into someone at a frat party, and she quickly became your best friend. But you fell for her sister, who wouldn’t even give you the time of the day (this is a shitty description)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed, alcohol consumption, small joke of role playing sex, jokes about getting salmonella and dying, slight angst. Let me know if I missed any!

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AN: Came from this request here!

Word Count: 6.8K

You could smell the alcohol and weed in the air before approaching the house. It was Halloween night, and you were going to a frat party with your friends, even though you had zero intention of staying longer than ten minutes. You were just here to ‘shake babies and kiss hands,’ as your friend Miles would say.

He was the one hosting this frat party, so of course, you had to show your support for your friend, even though you hated parties and drinking. He was one of the biggest recruiters for his frat house and very well known across the campus for his promiscuous activities, but he wasn’t your typical frat guy. Yes, he loved to drink, party, and sleep around, but he was a nerd. He had been his high school’s team captain of Scholar Bowl his junior and senior year, and led them to a state championship win. And he was also extremely socially awkward; it pained you to watch him interact with people.

“What the actual fuck are you wearing?” Anika questioned as you walked up the stairs to the house. She and Mindy were patiently waiting outside for you, and they both laughed at your outfit. “What? This is a vintage Gucci,” you stated as you did a twirl for the girls.

You were dressed up as Alan Garner from the hangout, and Anika hated to admit it, but you pulled off the cheap fake beard and wig. You also had a fake baby strapped to your chest with cheap sunglasses covering your eyes.

“You are really asking me that, Mr. Worldwide?” You jabbed as you eyed Anika up and down. The girl wore a god-awful bald cap, a black suit, and a white shirt with a shitty penciled-on goatee. “Haters gonna hate,” Anika replied as she pulled a pair of sunglasses out from her jacket pocket and put them on.

You scoffed at the girl before looking at Mindy, “I don’t even know what to say to you.”

“I’m going to have a BF if you insult me,” Mindy scolded as she stared you down. She wore a jean skirt with white pantyhose topped off with a jean jacket and a pink shirt that said ‘Dude, where’s my couture’ in red letters.

“Was this your idea?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

Mindy scoffed at your words, “Of course not! I wanted to go as Vector but Chad wanted to match,” she said as she rolled her eyes, “So now, I’m from White Chicks instead of Despicable Me.”

“I think you would have made a very sexy Vector,” you admitted with a smile.

“Thank you. At least someone,” Mindy sent Anika a glare, “thinks it would have been sexy.”

Anika rolled her eyes at Mindy, “I told you I’m not having sex with you while you are dressed up like Vector!”

“Okayyyy, this just got weird,” you interrupted as you walked past the fighting couple but stopped just before the door, “you two coming?”

The two quickly stood up and followed you into the house. The smell of alcohol and weed was enough to turn your stomach as you opened the door. You saw partygoers dressed in all different kinds of costumes as you pushed through the crowd and made your way into the kitchen. “I shall have a bottle of Smirnoff, and what will my lady have?” Mindy asked as she dug around the cooler full of alcohol. “I shall have the same, my lord,” Anika replied, and you almost gagged at their conversation.

You politely pushed past Mindy and fished around for a bottle of water, and you quietly rejoiced when you pulled up the last bottle. “Seriously? Water?” Mindy questioned as she glared at you. “Yes, seriously. This is a frat party, and I only know three people here!” You exclaimed while holding your water.

Mindy muttered a quiet ‘whatever,’ and you were going to retort when you felt someone throw their arm around you and pull you into a hug. “How’s my favorite homo doing?” Miles questioned while ruffling your hair. “I’m fine, Miles. Thanks for asking,” Mindy butted in with a slight smile.

Miles let out a small laugh as he left your hair alone and gave Mindy a fist-bump, “I’ve missed you too, Mindy, and you as well, Anika.” Anika smiled at the man as she also fist-bumped him. “Well, me and Y/N here are going to go hunt for some Latinas to hit on, you two gay-bo’s have fun,” Miles said while pulling you off into another room.

“Really? We are going to ‘hunt for some Latinas?’” You questioned as you followed Miles into the living room. People were elbow to elbow, and you had to shout over the loud music to converse with the man. “Obviously! I know your three main things you look for in women, and I bet we can find someone here who is all three,” Miles replied as she slung his arm over your shoulder while scanning the room for a potential hookup for you.

You scoffed at your best friend’s words, “I do not have three things I look for in a woman. I only care about her personality and her thoughts on Dr. Pepper.”

A sound of fake gagging caused you to send a death glare at Miles. “I forgot you're a Dr. Pepper whore,” your friend joked as he started listing your three interests on his fingers. “Number one: you love Latinas, same here. Number two: you love emo chicks; same here again. And finally, number three, you love a woman older than you, and guess what? Same here too!”

“I hate that we are basically the same person in different fonts,” you mumbled under your breath as you shoved yourself off Miles, causing you to bump into a stranger accidentally.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you quickly apologized as you faced the woman. She was close to a foot shorter than you, but had a beautiful smile and seemed like she had a charming personality. “No, it’s okay,” the girl replied slurredly. You could tell this girl was hammered out of her mind, and you had seen the eyes of preying men on her.

Not knowing what to do, you asked her, “Hey, I know we just met, but would you want to go outside with me?” The question was an innocent one; you didn’t want to leave an intoxicated girl who was pushing five feet nothing to fend off men like Frankie. “Sure,” the girl replied with a smile as she grabbed your hand and pulled you outside. You sent Miles a scared smile as the man responded with a comical smile and a thumbs up.

You followed the girl out to a small wooden swing and sat down next to her. “So, what’s your name?” You quietly asked. You had no intentions on hitting on this girl even though she was your type; you were just in need of some new friends, and you thought she could be a good addition.

Not that Anika and Miles were bad friends, you just needed someone else to hang out occasionally.

The girl reached her hand over to you while saying, “I’m Tara; it’s nice to meet you.” You gently shook her hand and sent her a grin, “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The further the night went along, the more you talked with Tara. You two quickly discovered that you both shared a love for art and elevated horror, and you even exchanged numbers with the girl.

“Oh shit,” Tara quietly mumbled as she stood up from the bench. You gave her a puzzled look before standing up as well, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just my sister is freaking out about me right now,” Tara replied as she texted someone back, presumably the sister in question. “You aren’t in any trouble, are you? Because I can try and help to get you out,” you offered, causing Tara to chuckle at your words.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I think Sam would kill you if she ever met you,” Tara joked while looking up at you before returning to typing.

A minute passed before Tara sighed and closed her phone. “Well, I better get back home,” Tara said as she moved in to hug you, but your fake baby got in the way.

You gave Tara an awkward smile as you pulled the girl into a side hug and whispered in her ear, “Babies, am I right?”

“Why do you even have that thing?” Tara asked while flicking its head.

You quickly wrapped your arms around the baby’s head and shielded it from Tara. “Hey! Do not hurt my baby Carlos!” You exclaimed.

“Carlos? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am serious. Do not hate on his name.”

“Why did you pick such an outlandish name?” Tara asked with a smile as she crossed her arms.

You scoffed at the girl’s words, “‘Carlos’ is not an outlandish name, Tara. And besides, it’s from the movie The Hangover.”

Tara chuckled at your words, “Oh my god, my sister loves that movie; she watches it all the time.”

“Is your sister single?” You asked with a playful smirk.

“Ha! Yeah, right. Good luck with that. Sam is pretty reserved,” Tara stated as she slowly started to walk toward the road.

“How come? If you don’t mind me asking,” you asked while following Tara and stopping on the sidewalk beside her.

The girl shrugged while pulling out her phone and texting someone. “Her last relationship ended badly. And ever since then, she’s just been closed off to everyone except me and always stalking me,” Tara admitted while putting her phone away, “but you’ll get a chance to meet her; she’s on her way to pick us up.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, only if you want to come over. I know we just met, but I feel like we could be friends,” Tara admitted with a smile as a black car pulled, parked, and the driver got out.

Tara continued talking to you, but as soon as you saw the driver, you couldn’t hear anything else. She was, to put it lightly, the most attractive woman you have ever seen. She had dark eyes that captivated you and a stern look as she approached you and Tara.

“Who’s this?” The alluring woman asked, and you could only think, ‘You’re future girlfriend’ with a giant smile.

The younger sister beamed at her sister’s question and placed a hand on your back, gently pushing you toward the woman. “Sam, this is Y/N. She’s my friend,” Tara stated.

“Hi,” you breathlessly replied with an awkward smile as you stuck out your hand toward Sam. The woman looked you up and down before scoffing and slapping your hand away. “How come you’ve never mentioned her before?” Sam questioned while crossing her arms.

“Because, Sam, we just met tonight.”

At that, Sam’s eyes instantly widened as she stared at her sister. “Are you serious?! You don’t even know this stranger, yet you came outside to be alone with her?” Sam exclaimed as she checked her sister over for any injuries.

“I’m fine, Sam. And besides, Y/N isn’t that bad,” Tara laughed as she felt Sam’s hands check out of her body.

Sam stopped her movements and looked Tara in the eyes, “And how do you know that?”

Tara huffed at Sam’s question and turned to face you, “You aren’t going to murder me, Y/N, are you?”

“Yes, I am,” you joked with a playful smile, but Sam didn’t find it funny.

“Well, at least I get a heads up this time,” Tara chuckled, completely ignoring Sam’s bewildering expression.

Sam took in her sister’s words before shaking her head, shocked, “No, absolutely not. Come on, Tara, we are leaving,” Sam said as she walked to the driver’s side.

“Can Y/N come over at least?” Tara asked with puppy dog eyes and a small frown. Sam hated it when Tara did this, and her younger sister knew it always worked. Of course, Sam knew that Tara was only doing this to get her way, and Sam never denied her sister.

With a quiet ‘goddamnit,’ Sam allowed you to come with them.

“Thank you,” you said once you got into the back of the car and buckled up. You only got a small grunt in response, but you took it as a win.

The car ride was filled with low music and the occasional conversation between the sisters as you admired Sam. You were sitting behind the passenger seat, allowing you the perfect side view to look at Sam. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had caught you staring at her in the rearview mirror but made no verbal comment. ‘Fucking weirdo,’ she thought to herself as she quickly glanced at your love-sick eyes in the mirror.

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Arriving at the Carpenters' apartment, Tara gave you a quick tour of the place and introduced you to their roommate Quinn, who naturally took a liking to you.

While you were on the couch talking with Tara, Quinn walked into the kitchen and found Sam glaring at you.

“She’s certainly something, isn’t she?” Quinn questioned while twirling her hair around her finger. You had taken off the fake beard, wig, and sunglasses and left your baby and baby carrier next to the door, and Sam had to admit, now that she saw your entire face, you were undeniably attractive.

Sam side-eyes Quinn before looking back at you and then back to the redhead. “I thought you were strictly men?”

Quinn chuckled at Sam’s response, “How can I thoroughly enjoy sex if I’ve never been with a woman? They know the female body better than anyone else.”

Not being able to form an argument against Quinn’s words, Sam nodded her head in agreement.

“Wish me luck,” Quinn said as she gently slapped Sam’s back before entering the living room, sitting right next to you.

And for some unknown reason, Sam felt a tinge of jealousy shoot throughout her body, making her hate you all the more.

You and Tara stayed up watching movies while Quinn occasionally hit on you. And when it came time for people to start turning in, Quinn gave it one last shot.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” Quinn said as she rubbed her hands on her thighs before standing up, “you can always come sleep with me, Y/N,” she finished with a wink before walking into her room.

Once she was gone, Tara apologized, “I’m sorry about her. She’s like that with everyone.”

“Eh, I don’t mind the boost of confidence,” you replied with a smirk. Tara laughed at your words, and her eyes darted to Sam’s door as it opened.

Sam walked into the living room and glared at you before looking at Tara. “Alright, Tara, I think it’s time for Y/N to go home,” Sam stated as she crossed her arms.

Tara let out a small groan as she threw her head back before standing up. “Alright, Alan, let’s go,” Tara replied as she pulled you off the couch and walked toward the door with you.

“What are you doing?” Sam questioned while watching you, and Tara put on your shoes. “I’m taking Y/N home?” Tara replied with a puzzled look.

“Nuh-uh, nope,” Sam responded as she walked over to the door and stood before it, “you are not leaving here this late at night with her.”

With a scoff, Tara looked between you and her sister, “Well, what do you want her to do then? Walk home?”

“Yes,” Sam immediately replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So it’s not safe enough for me to walk with her, but she can go alone?”

Sam took a few seconds to think about it before responding, “That is correct.”

Tara sighed; she knew there was no point in arguing with Sam, but she got a bright idea. “Well, since you won’t let me take her home, you can,” Tara suggested as she removed her shoes.

“No!” You and Sam exclaimed at the same time but for different reasons. Sam didn’t want to take you home because she did not like you at all. While you, on the other hand, didn’t want to be left alone with the woman because you knew for a fact you would be a blushing mess and wouldn’t be able to form a sentence.

“I’ll take her home,” a voice called from behind you, and you turned to see Quinn leaning against her door frame. The redhead wore a sheer white blouse, and you could see her red lingerie bra.

“I’m fine with that,” you replied too quickly with a smile on your face.

But Sam scoffed at your words before moving to grab her keys. “Absolutely not. Come on, Y/N. I’ll take you,” Sam stated as she pushed past you to open the door. You gave Quinn a small wave and told Tara you would text her as you gathered up Carlos, your fake beard and wig, along with your sunglasses, before following Sam out to her car.

“Thank you for taking me home. I appreciate it, Sam,” you commented as you buckled up. Sam huffed in response as she started her car.

“How do I get to your house?” Sam asked after a few moments of driving down a random street. You told the woman your address, and Sam wanted to scream when she realized it would take almost thirty minutes to get to your house due to traffic.

The car was filled with the heavenly voice of Lana Del Rey as you leaned your head back against the headrest and looked over at Sam. You couldn’t explain it, but Sam was exactly what you would imagine a Lana Del Rey song would look like.

“Stop staring at me; you’re creepy as shit,” Sam said once she felt your eyes on her.

You awkwardly cleared your throat as you uncomfortably shifted in your seat while staring at the floor. “So, Tara told me your favorite movie is The Hangover?” You questioned while fidgeting with your fingers.

A few seconds passed before dryly said, “Yes.” And even more, seconds passed before she added, “I hope Carlos had a fun night.”

You lightly chuckled at the woman’s words as you messed with Carlos’ plastic hands, “Yeah, he had a blast tonight.”

Sam responded with a small ‘mhm’ as she continued driving, enjoying the awkward silence that filled the air.

When Sam arrived at your apartment, she realized that you lived in the nicer part of New York, and she loathed you for it. Not only were you a nuisance, you were more than likely a spoiled rich brat, and Sam could not wait to get rid of you.

“This is me,” you quietly mumbled while getting out of the vehicle with your items in hand as Sam rolled down the window to talk to you, “Thank you for the ride, Sam. I appreciate it,” you said as you pulled out your wallet and handed the woman a ten dollar through the window.

She looked between you and the money before staring into your eyes, “I’m not having sex with you for money.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. “What? No. No! That’s not what I was implying,” you quickly defended before looking at Sam, “Why would you think?”

The woman shrugged her shoulders before speaking, “Because all you’ve done tonight is stare at me, so you either want sex or want to kill me,” Sam suggested.

“Why would I want to kill you?”

“Because you’re being creepy as shit! And you told Tara you were going to murder her.”

“Okay, fair enough. But I was completely joking about the whole murder thing,” you replied with a small laugh that Sam clearly didn’t find funny. You didn’t know about the past traumas the sisters have gone through together, and Sam knew that you didn’t know, but it didn’t make her feel any better toward you.

“Whatever,” Sam replied as she took your money before driving off.

“Goodnight, Sam!” You exclaimed while the car pulled away, and you sighed before heading to your apartment. Sam might not be the biggest fan of you right now, but you vowed you would win over the woman’s heart, no matter what it took.

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Winning over Sam was much more challenging than you initially thought it would be. Every time you visited Tara at her place, Sam wouldn’t even acknowledge you, and anytime you would try to talk to her, she would quickly dismiss you. But you were ever the persistent type, and you knew you would eventually wiggle your way into her heart.

It had been exactly four months since you met Tara, and the girl was planning a memorable evening for you two to celebrate the milestone in your friendship.

You approached her apartment door and knocked thrice. Within a few seconds, the door slowly opened and revealed a grumpy Sam. “What do you want?” The woman questioned while looking up and down, her eyes moving to your right hand, “Why do you have flowers?”

“These are for you, actually,” you replied with a smile as you handed Sam her flowers. Sam studied you before reaching out and accepting the flowers, “Thanks, I guess.”

Now, Sam would never admit this even if someone held a gun to her head, but the way she felt knowing that you had gotten her real flowers and not some cheap fake ones from the Dollar Store, it was different. No one had ever brought her flowers before, and especially not in a romantic way, if that’s the game you were playing at.

The Latina studied the flowers and couldn’t help but chuckle at them: lavenders and violets; how subtle you were.

“So,” you said with a cheesy smile, “I’m here to hang out with Tara.”

“Tara! Your weird friend is here!” Sam shouted into the apartment before walking into the living room, with you a few steps behind her.

‘Sweet, that’s exactly how I like to be announced,’ you thought while moving to sit on the couch. You silently watched as Sam walked into the kitchen and threw away the flowers, and it pained you to see the beautiful blooms go to waste.

A few seconds passed when an overly excited Tara came into the living room and jumped onto the couch right next to you.

“Alright, here’s the plan: we order pizza, watch a movie and make some cookies, and then drink wine and paint. Deal?” Tara asked with eagerness and a giant smile on her face. “Sounds like a deal,” you replied while matching her grin. “Good,” Tara exclaimed while jumping off the couch and hunting for her phone to call in the pizza.

When the pizza arrived, you and Tara ate at the kitchen table along with Sam and Quinn. Naturally, the dinner was a bit awkward, as Quinn kept on hitting on you, and Sam would glare at you. You weren’t going to lie; you enjoyed the redhead's attention and were more than eager to answer her questions about your hometown and what you were majoring in.

Once you four had finished the pizza off, Tara set up a movie in the living room while Quinn left to go meet up with one of her many gentlemen callers, leaving just you and Sam in the kitchen.

The Latina watched as you pulled out some cookie dough and began preparing. “You know, you could always help,” you said while turning on the oven and pulling out a baking pan, and cleaning it off.

“I’m good,” Sam dryly replied as she crossed her arms and continued watching you work. You felt uncomfortable with her eyes burning into the back of your skull, “Stop staring; you’re creepy as shit.”

Sam huffed at your words before letting out a sound that sounded like a slight chuckle. “You’re one to talk,” the woman retorted while watching you eat a raw cookie dough bite, “you know you can get salmonella and die from that, right?”

You lightly chuckled at Sam’s as you finished eating the cookie dough, “Then I will be the first person in the history of the world to die from salmonella.”

You ignored the quiet ‘thank god,’ Sam muttered under her breath as Tara entered the room. “How are the cookies coming?” The girl questioned while eating a raw piece of cookie dough as well. “There wouldn't be any if you two keep on eating them,” Sam stated as she pushed you away from the pan and set the pieces of cookie dough on it.

“Why did you do that? I am perfectly capable of setting them out myself,” you said while watching Sam finish placing the cookie dough on the pan. “Because you and Tara would just eat it all,” the older woman replied as she put the pan in the oven and closed the door.

“If you say so,” you retorted as you entered the living room with Tara. You sat on the couch first and allowed Tara to cuddle up next to you as she pressed play on the movie.

You two enjoyed the peaceful comfort that had fallen over you when Sam called out, “Cookies are done,” while walking into the living room. “Seriously, you two? Shrek?” Sam asked while she watched the screen. “Yes, Sam. Shrek is amazing,” Tara retorted as she pushed off you and practically flew into the kitchen.

You gave Sam a tight-lipped smile as you walked past her and ate some cookies with Tara. And soon enough, Sam joined you two in the kitchen.

The woman stared at you as you finished your cookie and walked toward you. “You have something on your lip,” Sam said as she reached out and gently wiped away a piece of chocolate from the corner of your lips. You felt your heart explode at the contact and your knees weaken; you thought you would surely die if Sam kept this up.

She let her thumb linger on your lips before gently swiping it across your bottom lip with a smirk on her own lips before walking off to her room. She didn’t know why she did it, but it stirred something in her as she watched your shocked expression and lustful eyes dance across her face.

“What the fuck was that?” Tara asked as she shoved you once Sam was out of earshot.

“Huh uh,” you replied with a love sock grin as you stared at the hallway Sam disappeared into. The more petite girl gave you a look of disgust before pulling you into the living room to drink and paint, but your mind kept on drifting back to the beautiful woman who hated you as you worked. And before you knew it, you had accidentally painted a picture of Sam. In the painting, she was leaning against a doorframe wearing a skin-tight gray long-sleeve shirt that highlighted her muscles with jeans. A casual outfit you had seen Sam wear numerous times, but she still looked breathtaking.

Her eyes amused you the most in the picture; even though it wasn’t a close-up painting, her dark eyes still seemed to pull you in, and you could faintly see the monster she hid behind them.

You fell head over heels for Sam Carpenter that night.

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Once every month, you would go over to Tara’s apartment for wine and painting, and it was probably the one night you looked forward to every month.

Not because you got an excuse to drink and stare lustfully at Tara’s controversial hot sister, but because you enjoyed creating the most horrific art pieces with the girl that no one should ever see.

“What the hell is that?” Tara drunkenly laughed one night after a few too many glasses of wine.

“I don’t know!” You said while watching Tara’s tone. You had created what was supposed to be your version of Sully from Monsters Inc but had made a giant blurb of blue and purple with the slightest resemblance to Ed Sheeran.

“Will you two keep it down?” Sam asked as she walked into the living room, wearing nothing but a bra and shorts.

You choked on your spit when you saw the woman and nearly fainted when a single drop of water ran down her defined abs.

“Sorry about that, Sam,” Tara replied with a drunken smile before returning to her painting, entirely ignorant of your lustful state.

One moment you were sitting next to Tara, and the next, you were in the kitchen next to Sam.

“Hey,” you husked out with a flirtatious smile and a nod as you leaned against the doorframe, trying your best to act sober and calm simultaneously.

“Hi,” Sam suspiciously replied as her eyes racked over your body and took in your drunken state.

“How you doin’?” You asked, and Sam couldn’t help but laugh at your shitty attempt to flirt with her.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Sam asked while getting out a bottle of water and facing you. You shrugged your shoulders as you pushed off the doorframe, “Would you like to come paint with us?”

At the mention of her sister joining in on the activity, Tara yelled from the living room, “Sam! Sammy! You have to come and paint with us!”

Sam sighed at her sister’s words before walking into her room, throwing on a random shirt and grudgingly sauntering into the living room and picking up a blank canvas as she sat beside you.

You three worked in silence as the soft sounds of Hozier filled the air. Sam would occasionally sneak a peek at your work, but you would always hide it. And when she finally got a good look at it, she wished she hadn’t seen it.

“Y/N. Why the fuck did you paint a naked lady?” Sam demanded as she stared at your artwork.

It was a sloppy picture of a woman wearing a white dress with one boob hanging out, and Sam had to admit, those had to be the biggest boobs she’s ever seen. The lady in the painting wore a faint black hat, and somehow, she looked familiar to Sam.

“Do not hate on my lovely wife, Samantha Carpenter. I shall have you know that Lady Dimitrescu is one of the finest women I have ever seen!” You defended while looking over at Sam’s artwork, “And what did you come up with?”

When you leaned over and saw what Sam had made, you couldn’t hide your disappointment. A frown pulled at your lips as you looked at a shitty painting of Sam stabbing you with a knife.

“It was a joke,” Sam whispered as her heart broke at your saddened expression. When she first started it, she felt good about it, and it made her happy. But now that she looked at your hallowed eyes and frowning lips, she wished she hadn't made it.

“No, it’s okay,” you replied as you cleared your throat and stood up, “Well, this has been fun, but I’m going to bed,” you finished as you walked off to Tara’s room and shut the door. You ignored the feeling of Sam’s eyes burning into your back.

“Way to go, Sam,” Tara scoffed as she stood up from the couch and went to her room to check on you. She knew of your feelings for Sam, and Tara tried her best to get her sister to warm up to you, but no matter how hard she worked, Sam refused to bridge.

But Tara didn’t know that Sam went to bed that night with regret plaguing her heart and mind as she went to sleep with the thought of you.

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After that awkward night, you stopped coming to the Carpenter’s apartment as much. At first, you would say that you would have homework to catch up on, which was true, but then after a while, you completely stopped coming over at all.

Of course, you would talk to Tara every day, but when she invited you over, you would miraculously have something else to do that prevented you from coming.

“It’s because of Sam, isn’t it?” Tara asked you. The two of you were back at another frat party for Miles, and you were enjoying a peaceful conversation outside when Tara finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind for weeks. “Pshh, no,” you replied with a shrug.

“Y/N, stop lying to me; I know it’s because of that picture she made,” Tara stated as she stared up at you, “Sam didn’t mean it.”

You scoffed at your best friend’s words while rolling your eyes. “The fuck do you mean she didn’t mean it, Tara!” You exclaimed.

“I mean, she felt bad afterward.”

“Yeah, right. You’re just lying because you want me to come back over.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Tara replied with a smile.

You two continued your conversation while occasionally people-watching until it was time to leave. Sam had slowly started to loosen up with Tara, so she was letting her sister go out more as long as she was there to pick up the girl. “Alright, Sam is on her way,” Tara commented when she read a text. You nodded at the girl’s words and tried to hide that you didn’t want to see Sam.

You hadn’t talked to the woman since that night, and you didn’t want to. Even though you were hopelessly devoted to Sam, you were hurt by how she treated you. You had been nice to her, and she would reject all of it, and weirdly, it hurt you to see Sam push you away.

Tara picked up on your pondering thoughts and reached a hand out, and rubbed it up and down your bicep. “Y/N, Sam is a grumpy asshole who is overprotective; don’t take it personally,” Tara said while reaching up to pinch your cheek with a smile.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Sam said as she approached you two. You quickly slapped Tara’s hand away from your face before looking at Sam. You had missed the dark-eyed woman and were glad to see her again, but you were still upset with the woman.

“No, you’re good,” Tara replied as she started following Sam to her car with you beside her.

The walk back to the vehicle was peaceful and filled with small banter between you and Tara, while Sam kept quiet until you ran into a group of drunken girls.

You could tell that they meant trouble before you were anywhere near them. The group was small, only consisting of three girls, but you could tell they were trouble as they stared down Sam when they walked past.

Sam pulled Tara into her side as the group walked by, and the woman said nothing when one of the girls shoulder-checked her.

“Come on,” Sam whispered while pulling Tara closer to her. You sent the group of girls a glance while walking, and you noticed how they stopped and turned around, and began walking behind you and the sisters.

“Hey!” One of the girls called, and Sam didn’t have time to react when she turned to face the girl and had a red slushie thrown on her.

The girls called Sam anything from a murderer to a liar, even to a whore, but Sam continued walking with tears in her eyes. She could handle all of the conspiracy theorist nuts, but she couldn’t handle having Tara see how she was treated.

So, when one girl called Sam a murderer again, you turned around and threw a punch. The sound of bone crunching rang throughout the air when your fist made contact with the girl's nose and was followed up by the girl's cries.

“You need to get your psycho girlfriend in check, you fucking murderer,” another girl cried out as she checked on her friend. You chuckled at the girl’s words and were getting ready to retort when you received a punch from the third girl.

You stumbled backward into Sam, and to your surprise, she caught you and whispered a quiet “I got you,” while you steadied your feet. “Come on,” Tara said as she dragged you and Sam away from the group.

The three of you walked briskly to Sam’s car as blood poured from your nose. When you reached the car, Sam opened her glove box and handed you some tissues, which you graciously accepted. You sat in the back seat while Sam drove, and Tara tried to talk to you.

“Tara, I love you so much, but I am in so much pain right now,” you choked out as you pressed the tissues to your bloody nose. Tara didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but your nose was definitely broken, and she was not going to be the one to put it back in place.

“How are you doing back there?” Sam asked while quickly glancing back at you. “My nose is in my brain!” You exaggerated while holding your nose, and Sam chuckled at your response as she continued driving.

When you got to the Carpenter apartment, the blood had stopped pouring out, and you were thanking the gods as it had completely covered the tissues in crimson blood along with your chin. “Sit on the couch; I’ll be right back,” Tara said as she pushed you and Sam onto the couch.

Tara disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a first-aid kit before returning to the living room, and she laughed at the sight of you and her sister. The slushie on Sam’s shirt matched the blood that had dried on the tissues and stained your chin, and you both looked like you had gone through hell.

Tara moved the coffee table closer to you and started to work on cleaning it up when Sam stopped her. “I got her, Tara. Go to bed,” Sam softly spoke as she moved the first-aid kit closer to her. Tara gave her sister a questionable look before muttering, “Okay,” and walking off to her room.

You watched as Sam pulled out some alcohol wipes and gently cleaned up your nose, and you let out a slight hiss as the alcohol seeped into a cut on the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry,” Sam apologized as she finished cleaning your nose, “It’s broken.”

“I know,” you groaned, and Sam lightly laughed at your response. “I can pop it back into place for you,” Sam offered.

“Hell no,” you replied, laughing, “I would need lidocaine with epinephrine injected into my nose and then lidocaine sprayed into my nose! Then you would need a device to basically reach my brain and put a shit ton of pressure on my nose with it and your fingers to fix it!”

“Well, I’ll take you to the ER tomorrow so we can get it fixed,” Sam asked as she got up from the couch and saw the backpack you had left over before you went to the frat party with Tara.

“Y/N, what’s this?” Sam asked as she moved your bag and pulled out a painting. You whipped your head around at the woman’s words and instantly stood up from the couch and moved to her side. “That’s nothing,” you quickly said as you tried to prevent Sam from looking at it, but it was too late.

When Sam picked up the painting, she felt her stomach do involuntary flips, and her breath hitched in her throat; it was a painting of her and not just a normal one. She noticed imperfections about her that you saw as perfect through the gentle brush strokes, and she felt herself fall for you.

“I’m not one of your French girls,” Sam joked as she set the painting back down, but you noticed the smile that threatened to appear and how her eyes bravely traveled to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N,” Sam added as she gently placed a small kiss on your cheek before going to her room.

You had no idea how you did it, but you somehow managed to make Sam Carpenter fall for you and you could not wait to see where it would take you.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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bestie help i can’t stop thinking about fucking older! ateez 😭😭😭 like iMAGINE 50-something year old san or yeosang (or san AND yeosang…👀👀) the way they’d be kinda cocky because of their success when they were younger (and their /experiences/ when they were younger) HHHH and they’d treat y/n like their little princess and when they fuck you theyd be like “does this pretty baby just need a cock inside her little pussy SO bad that she’s willing fuck an old guy like me?“ and girl u KNOW they’re both gonna be buff as FUCK by that age i- i need to stop myself

holy fuck i love you for sending this ask like i am REELING you have no idea 😭😭 i almost went insane typing this out like i am down astronomically for dilf ateez esp older ateez like okay sure 30 year old san/yeo would be fine af but 50 YEAR OLD SAN/YEO??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP 💳💥💳💥 so yeah i ended up writing an entire fic and i know this wasn’t technically a request but i just had to 😭i dedicate the following to you bestie so i hope i did it justice 🖤

𝙰 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠

Older! San x Fem! Reader x Older! Yeosang

Genre: smut

W.C: 3.6k

Summary: San and Yeosang visit your place of work, hoping to unwind after another long day of being incredibly rich and powerful.

Warnings: reader is in her early 20s, aged up! san/yeo, dom! san, soft dom! yeo, sansang, brief olfactophilia, cigar smoking, alcohol usage, mentions of age difference, pet names, use of the names sir/Daddy, dirty talk, degradation, super brief masterbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, oral (receiving), squirting, two instances of unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Song Recs: Planet Girl by Jooyoung feat. pH-1, Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd, Into It by Chase Atlantic, The Walls by Chase Atlantic

Masterlist

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You were working at your city’s local upscale cigar lounge when two of your favorite customers came in. Choi San and Kang Yeosang. Though they were both old enough to be your dad, they still were still infinitely hotter than most guys your age. And they knew it too.

As per usual, they were both dressed in fairly casual, but obviously luxury brand clothes. Gucci and YSL, from what you could recognize. You weren’t personally familiar with those brands, but you could tell just from being around the other (usually affluent) customers. Your eyes scanned them, watching them walk from the entrance over to the counter you were standing behind. They were wearing a fair amount of jewelry, the silver and gold accents of their necklaces and bracelets only serving to make the extent of their wealth just a little more obvious to anyone that was near them. Of course, you noticed the sleek buttoned loafers they had on as well, knowing those alone probably cost more than your rent.

The wrinkles underneath their eyes appeared a little more prominent than usual, the both of them tired and ready to relax at the end of a busy day. San gave you a small wave, resting his hand down on the mahogany counter, his aromatic cologne making its way to your nose. It gave off strong accents of sandalwood, with hints of cinnamon coming through as well.

“Welcome back, Mr. Choi. Mr. Kang. Your usual?”

San nodded his head, already pulling his leather wallet out of the back pocket of his black pleated trousers. You could tell that they were professionally tailored from the way they perfectly hugged his muscular thighs.

Two Cubans,” you started, already feeling like you were about to lose your cool, but forcing yourself to pull out a small cigar case and opening it up, pushing it in their direction for them to inspect.

Yeosang stepped closer to the counter to pick up a cigar and make sure it was up to his standards, allowing you to smell his cologne of choice as well. Though it was similar to San’s in terms of it being able to turn you on, it had a much more gentle scent, giving off notes of citrus and lavender. “Forgetting something, dollface?” he questioned, his deep, silky voice permeating in your ears.

“And a bottle of scotch. Single malt,” you added, feeling an obvious knot already beginning to form inside your stomach. You reached for the bottle from the shelf behind you and set it down on the counter, along with an identical set of shot glasses.

“Anything else?” You twirled a lock of hair around your manicured finger and looked Yeosang up and down, who was already doing the same to you. You bit your lip, giving San a once over as well, who returned it with an even hungrier reaction.

“It depends. Are you on the menu as well, sweetheart? I’d love to find out how you taste,” San questioned confidently in a low, but smooth tone, sliding his platinum credit card into your hand, his slender fingers drifting over yours.

Yeosang elbowed his friend in the side, giving him a slight grimace. “Have you ever heard of being subtle?”

“Why be subtle when this works ten times faster?” San retorted, rolling his eyes, which prompted Yeosang to open his mouth like he was about to argue with him.

Unable to ignore the aching in between your thighs, you found yourself giving into one of San’s various attempts at seducing you. Obviously, it was incredibly unprofessional of you, but you were at your wits’ end, unable to resist such a delicious offer.

“I’m…I’m actually off the clock in a little bit…if you two wanted to…you know…” you interrupted in a soft voice, paranoid that your manager would somehow catch wind of what was about to go down all the way from his office.

San and Yeosang exchanged glances, the both of them eventually sharing the same lewd smile.

“Put us down for one of the private rooms,” San informed, watching you press a few things on the screen of your work’s pos system and swipe his card through the reader, his dark eyes zoning in on how tightly your black long sleeve top fit on your body. “You’ll join us as soon as you get off, alright, baby?”

“Of course, Mr. Choi,” you answered sweetly, handing the older man his card back, along with the key to the room.

San shook his head slightly, putting the key and his wallet into his pocket, before wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle of scotch, passing the two shot glasses to Yeosang. Turning his attention back to you, he stated point-blank, “You’ll be addressing me as Daddy for the rest of the night. Now, let me hear you say it.”

“Yes…” you started, peering over your shoulder to see if anyone was there, which no one was, thankfully. “Yes, Daddy.” San gave you a pleased smile, elbowing Yeosang just like he had done earlier.

Yeosang added, “And you can address me as sir, pretty girl.”

Your eyes flickered over to Yeosang’s brown ones, unconsciously wetting the corner of your lips with your tongue. “See you in a little bit, sir.”

Yeosang slid a hand into one of his blazer pockets, looking back at you with a small smirk, picturing what you’d look like with his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t take too long, darling.”

Knowing there weren’t cameras set up in the vip room for privacy reasons, you felt like you should be able to relax, but that simply wasn’t happening for you. It was most likely due to the fact that two insanely attractive men were sitting on the velvet couch opposite from you, sharing the strong liquor they had purchased and silently puffing on their cigars, all while undressing you with their eyes.

“You’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, haven’t you? Even though we’re thirty years your senior?” San leaned his back against the plush cushion behind him, resting a palm down onto one of his thighs.

“Mmm-hmm,” you nodded, despite gripping your knees so tightly your knuckles turned white, in search of some comfort, wondering if you were even capable of surviving this unbelievably arousing situation.

“Nervous, baby?” San let out a soft chuckle, taking delight in your predicament, unlike his seasoned counterpart, who was already filling up a glass with the scotch and passing it in your direction.

“Ignore him. Have a drink and relax, okay? We can take things slow, fast, and everything in between. It’s up to you. We don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to,” Yeosang informed, noticing the way you shook your head and took a few gulps of the scotch.

“I want to do this. You two just make me really nervous cuz you’re so…so…” You couldn’t seem to finish your sentence, your mind too occupied with focusing on Yeosang, who had stood up and walked over to you, his elegant frame towering over your own.

“I understand. Just be sure to let us know if you want us to stop.” Yeosang held the bottom of your chin and tilted it up, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Nod your head for me, doll.” Once you did so, he hummed to himself. “Good girl,” he added, his words coming out like they were drenched in honey, slowly pushing his thumb past your parted lips.

You could’ve melted right then and then, the strong liquor inside your mostly empty stomach sending a pleasant warmth over the expanse of your body. “Mm,” you moaned softly, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with half-closed eyes.

“That’s it…”

San tapped his cigar near the glass ashtray that was sitting on the small table between the couches, clearing his throat to get his friend’s attention. “Take off her clothes for me, Sangie,” he chimed lovingly, the vapor leaving his mouth, pleased with the sight of Yeosang smiling at him and pulling his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, so that he could pull your top off of you.

“Harder. Finger yourself harder, baby. Yeah, just like that,” San groaned, lazily stroking his cock with one hand and still bringing his cigar up to his lips, taking a puff of it now and then. “Are you going to cum for us?”

You were sitting back against the seat with your legs spread, pushing your digits into your cunt as deep as you possibly could, your hand starting to cramp from how long you had been going at it. “I’m trying to, Daddy,” you responded, your tone rising in pitch near the end, tossing your head back from being on the cusp of your orgasm, but not quite getting there.

“God, you’re so hot. Does your real dad know how much of a slut you are?”

“Uh-uh.” Feeling more pain in your hand than you anticipated, you relaxed it and closed your eyes, sighing out of frustration. You didn’t even notice when Yeosang had gotten onto his knees in front of you, until you felt the flat of his tongue moving up and down your soaking cunt. “Oh, fuck-”

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, massaging his thumbs into your upper thighs and giving you a reassuring smile, prior to eating you out like you were his first meal of the day.

“Oh my goddd…” You slumped down slightly against the couch, your fingers pushing past his dyed dark blonde locks, making eye contact with San, who was jerking himself off a little faster than before.

“How does she taste?” San asked, squeezing his fingers around his cockhead every time he got up to it, a few droplets of pre-cum dripping down the side.

Yeosang reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you to groan, “She tastes fucking delicious, San,” before replacing his tongue with his fingers, your eager hole swallowing them up to the hilt.

“I’m jealous.”

“You should be,” Yeosang chuckled, glancing back at San, as he shoved his digits into you so fast, you thought you might unravel then and there. “Don’t look away either. You’re going to watch me when I make her squirt all over my face.”

San groaned deeply at his friend’s words, sinking even further into the couch, some of his black hair falling into his eyes. He immediately blew it out of the way so that he could admire the way Yeosang’s tongue was quickly flicking across your clit. “Don’t worry, Sangie. I’m watching…”

“I’m…cumming…!” It didn’t take long for you to reach your limit, incredibly overwhelmed by all of the pleasure that Yeosang was giving you, as well as from the way that San was drinking in the sight of you and eagerly bringing himself to his own pinnacle of gratification.

A gravelly sounding moan erupted from Yeosang’s vocal cords, holding his mouth open near your pulsing hole and catching most of the clear liquid that squirted out of you on his tongue and in his throat, gulping it down.

“F-uuuuck, that’s so hot…” San choked out, in between grunts, his hips bucking up, just as he shot his load out onto his bare, chiseled abdomen, incredibly relieved that he had unbuttoned his overtly lavish shirt.

You ran your fingers delicately through Yeosang’s hair, breathing heavily and shuddering when he cleaned up the rest of his arousal with his tongue. “Nnngh, please, sir, let me take care of you too.”

“No need, doll,” he replied shakily, his porcelain cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes glossy. Yeosang unbuttoned his velvet pants and pulled them down, along with his tight briefs, revealing his softened, cum-covered length.

“Oh, wow…” you blushed, bringing a hand up to your mouth and gawking at him, biting back a gasp when Yeosang’s dick started to come alive again just from the way you were looking at it.

San sighed softly, slicking his slightly damp hair back. “That’s my Sangie, always so eager to please.”

Smiling, Yeosang stood up and walked back to the other couch, sitting down next to San and gathering up some of his own cum, gently moving it up and down his friend’s length to make him hard again.

San groaned in delight, adding, “But enough about him.” He snapped his fingers, gaining your attention, beckoning you in his direction with his index finger. “Come over here and sit on my cock, baby.”

You almost ran into the coffee table, just narrowly avoiding it and enthusiastically lowering yourself down on San’s lap. “Are you going to fuck me nice and hard, Daddy?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart? It’d be a sin not to.” San grabbed both sides of your ass and kneaded into it with his strong hands, guiding your entrance to his cockhead and pushing himself inside, a few inches at a time, until all nine were inside of you.

“Oh, fuuuuck…” you exhaled, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled up by the man you had been secretly pining for.

Seeing Yeosang starting to jerk himself off through his peripheral, San began slamming himself into you, right out of the gate, the couch creaking underneath the both of you. “You like watching me fuck her like this, Yeo? Huh? You love it, don’t you?”

Yeosang moaned, moving his hand a bit faster, relishing the dynamic he shared with his friend, as well as the sight of you taking his cock in such an obedient way. “Pull her hair, San…for me…and-fuck-kiss her neck!”

San followed Yeosang’s directions, bunching up your hair and holding it like you had it up in a ponytail, then pulling it down so you had to look up and expose your neck in the process, earning a strangled sound of pleasure from your lips. “Yeah? You fucking like that?”

“Uh-huhhh…” You closed your eyes for a moment, shivering when San lazily kissed, lapped at, and sucked on your neck, feeling his warm breath hit your skin whenever he let out a soft pant from how hard he was fucking you.

Yeosang leaned his body weight against San’s, their shoulders and toned arms pressing into one another. “Keep talking to her like that…” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, completely wrapped up in the heavy, intoxicating tension that seemed to swallow the room whole.

“Do you like the way I’m pounding this pretty pussy of yours, baby?” San complied, squeezing his fingers into the sides of your bouncing ass and smacking it a few times, making sure to leave a few handprints.

“Yes, Daddy…!”

“Who fucks you better? Me or those twenty-something shitheads you meet on Tinder?”

“You!”

Yeosang leaned his head down against San’s shoulder, hunching over slightly so that his hand could slide rapidly up and down his throbbing length. “Oh, god…”

“Do you think your coworkers can hear you being a little whore for me? What about that manager of yours? Do you think he knows you’re getting your pussy stuffed by a man way older than him? And being watched by someone who’s just as old?”

“I don’t care if he does! Fuck me harder!” you cried, almost delirious at this point.

Yeosang shook his head, letting go of his cock to comment, “Jesus Christ, San, you know I don’t like it when you talk about how old we are. It’s making me go soft.”

San scoffed, stopping his movements for a moment so that he could casually give Yeosang a side eye, allowing you to bounce on his cock instead, giving you the power to bring yourself to a much-needed state of ecstasy. San groaned out, pressing his head back into the couch, grumbling, “I can’t help that it turns me on, Yeo. Are you really kink-shaming me right now? In the middle of this?”

“I’m not-”

“Ohhh, I see. You’re just upset she’s not fucking herself dumb on your cock, huh?” San reached over and patted Yeosang’s thigh, giving him a cheeky grin. “Don’t worry, Yeo. Once I empty my load into her, you can have a turn.”

Yeosang’s hand returned to his cock, giving it enough attention so that he could return to the same state of pleasure he was at before, focusing on the way your tits bounced in front of San’s sweaty face.

“You’ll let me cum inside you, yeah?” San grabbed onto one of your breasts and moved it around, idly tweaking one of your nipples with two fingers, bringing a sharp gasp out of you.

“I…I don’t know…” Though you were on birth control, you dreaded the thought of having to try to keep cum from spilling out of you on the walk out of the building, and including the drive home. What if it stained the seats? And you just got them redone too. That would be-

“Please, baby,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs tightening, making them go rigid, some of his pre-cum coating your soaked inner walls. “What if I buy you something? You want a pretty little dress? Or what about a new laptop, huh? I’ll even double whatever you get on your paycheck — just let me cum inside you, baby. Please, let me fill this slutty cunt of yours!”

“Okay, okay! Just hurry up and-” You couldn’t form another word, too preoccupied with the way that San was holding you down, his hot cum filling you up to the brim, to the point that some had to drip down the base of his dick.

“Ohhhh, god…that’s it…”

Once San pulled out, Yeosang had already recovered from his own orgasm and picked you up by the waist, effortlessly pulling you into his own lap and immediately replacing San’s cock with his own, growing hard inside you, upon feeling your walls tightening up around his thick length. “It’s my turn, darling.”

“Oh my god,” was all you could get out, unable to resist the way Yeosang began expertly bucking his hips up into yours, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. “Sir…!”

“What a good girl you are, taking another cock right after taking mine,” San cooed near your ear, biting the shell of it and slamming his palm into your ass, causing you to cry out.

“Does that feel good, angel?” Yeosang spoke up, peppering your sensitive neck with kisses, his calloused hands running up and down along the curves of your body, eventually settling on your tits and cupping them.

“Y-esss, so fucking good…!” You were about to explain how amazing it felt in further detail, but you were silenced when the man’s lips suddenly pressed onto yours, his tongue slipping into your slightly open mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, appreciating how desperate he was to kiss you, to explore your mouth so fervently, as though he had a time limit.

San moved even closer to the both of you, grabbing the opposite side of your chin and pulling you towards him, breaking the kiss and allowing small ropes of spit to fall from your lips. “Let me have a taste,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth onto yours and kissing you in a more sloppy, but still passionate manner.

Being stimulated in so many ways at once sent you over the edge, feeling your pussy clenching around Yeosang’s length, just as a large amount of arousal splashed out onto it. “Mmmnnn!”

“How many times did you cum for us, baby? I bet you can’t even count,” San mused, gently pushing your face away and reaching down in between your heated bodies, rubbing your swollen clit. “Cum again, babydoll, so you can brag about it to your little friends on your social media later.”

“I…ahhhh….” Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your head and body pulsing with mind-numbing delight, barely able to keep any sort of grasp on reality.

Yeosang pumped himself into you at such a fast speed, San could barely keep his fingers on your clit, but still managed to play with it long enough that their combined efforts sent you into a fit of pleasure-induced hysteria.

All you could get out was a string of yeses, while quite a few tears fell down your warm cheeks, hardly noticing when Yeosang wiped them away and pulled out of you, just in time for his cum to land on your chest and abdomen in slow spurts.

Almost passing out, you pulled off of Yeosang and settled in between the two older men, huffing and puffing until the flood of endorphins that had previously rushed to your brain finally mellowed out.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San reached for his half-filled glass of scotch and took a small sip of it, then leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms across the top of it. “So, laptop it is, then?” he asked, nudging your thigh with his own.

You sucked your teeth, shaking your head slightly. “Mm, I’ll take the money. And if we do this again, would you consider tripling the amount if I let you cum inside me as much as you want?”

San sighed softly, facing you and giving you what could only be described as heart eyes, prior to looking past you at Yeosang, who was too busy sending a proud smile your way. “I think I’m in love,” San admitted, drumming his fingers lightly against the couch.

Yeosang reached over to you so that he could caress your cheek, earning a small sound of approval from you. “Get in line, pal.”

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Ok but hear me out: musician!eren and y/n going shopping, like I’m talking stores shutting down and locking the doors so they can browse in privacy

listen, you know they do not play. When I say ‘it’ couple, I mean it.

like it’s definitely an event when the two of you pop out. I’m talking DRESSED down..all the designer, all the ice and being escorted. His assistant has to call in advance before you even arrive to let them know and they most certainly prepare accordingly..pulling out everything above the average tax bracket because when Mr. Jaeger shops, oh he SHOPS. Ain’t no budget, no limit and the only the finest is touching him or his lady. Granted, you had your own money and worked hard but it’d be a cold day in hell before he let you touch a cent of it. (yes, he will laugh in your face if you even so much as suggest it) So you arrive at the mall, surrounded by an entourage of security and helpers…Lennox, Magic Mall, it don’t matter, y’all gone run up a bag regardless and whatever his baby wants, it’s yours. Because you’re still trying to adjust to this level of fame and notoriety, you think it’s a bit much you quickly understand why it’s necessary. Holding hands as you guys walk into the jewelry store, it’s immediately closed to the public eye, guarded to the highest degree and ready for y’all to browse to your hearts content. The attendant is top tier giving white glove service, holding up different watches and chains..letting them glisten underneath the lights. “Only our finest for my favorite customers.” Not one diamond is cloudy and it’s nothing for him to spend a half a mil there. Turning to you to ask your opinion since he’ll buy you one to match his fly as well. “What you think, princess? Like it?” And it’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever seen with the biggest price tag to boot. Still, he’s very particular and probably spends an hour until he finds the right piece. Going store to store, completely empty per his request so you can browse to your hearts content..new handbags, heels, dresses, lingerie…I mean letting you swipe that card left and right and does not bat an eyelash. If you look like you’re hesitating or he sees you staring real hard at something before putting it back, he tells his assistant to double back and grab it. His favorite though, is watching you exit the dressing room in various ensembles, looking fine as hell in each one. “Baby, how’s this one look?” and of course, he’s pleased and knowing nine times out of ten, he’ll be tearing you out of it anyways. Sitting sprawled out, smirk on his face..he asks to see it from every angle. “Spin around f’r me, I need to see it from the back.” cause the ass is always SITTING. And of course, y’all have so much fun, joking and playing around in the process. (side note: you try to hit him with that age old corny joke, ‘does my butt look big in this and he responds ‘hell yeah, buy it.’) Buying everything from Gucci, Rick Owens, Prada..you name it. Even doing coordinating fits (because let’s be fr, y’all be putting that shit on.) when it’s time to leave and load back up in the chauffeured, blacked out Audi..the line of matching SUV’s are full of the items you all brought with receipts a mile long. With those newly acquired Rolex’s, he lets you take a picture for the Gram with your hands splayed over each other..catching your wedding rings in the shot. He loves his work regardless but it’s the moments like this that make it all the more worth it.

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polydeuces · 2 years

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Wrapped around your finger

Harry Styles x fem! Reader

faceclaim - lee siyeon

requests are open !

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y/nupdates: Y/n L/n was seen leaving the airport. Her long-time boyfriend, Harry Styles, is set to headline Coachella, which the fans have dubbed ‘harrychella’. L/n performed there last weekend only to go to New York for an unknown reason, and has now returned to support her bf for weekend 2.

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harrystylessource: if my girl doesn’t travel back and forth just to be able to make it to my special moments then I don’t want her.

y/nl/nsource: Not to mention that as of 3 minutes ago y/n changed her instagram bio, adding “#1 Sarah Jones fan (real)” in reference to the “___ girlfriend (real)” twitter and instagram trend. liked by y/nupdates, and pillowpersonpp

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therealy/n: I'm begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans. That's my man.

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taylorswift: see the dimples first and then you hear the accent, amirite? ⤿ therealy/n: omg

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gemmastyles: yeah but I’m the funnier one and the prettier one and the first styles sibling to win your heart! liked by therealy/n

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anthonypham: me in the mirror, brush in hand, singing Elton John in the bathroom

yourfriend: you said “love made me crazy, if it doesn’t you ain’t doin it right” ⤿ therealy/n: lord save me my drug is my baby ;) ⤿ hshq: I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life..

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Lips Like Sugar - Tony Stark X Female Reader

Title: Lips Like Sugar

Tony Stark X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Natasha, Sam, Bucky, Steve, Bruce (Mentioned), Paparazzi, press, tabloids (Mentioned), Friday, Fury (Mentioned), and Thor (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 3,260

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar daddy vibes, slight age gap, awkwardness, anxiety, nervousness, slight suggestiveness (blink you miss it), teasing, taunting, Tony, rumors mentioned, Tony's whipped, soft Tony, slight angst, insecurities mentioned, and fluff

Stepping out of your Mercedes-Benz, you pressed the button on your keys; smiling at the sound of the quick beeps as it locked. Adjusting the many bags on your arms, you raised your hand and adjusted your Gucci sunglasses before walking into the Avengers Tower. You greeted the receptionist with a warm smile before walking over to the elevator; your heels clicking and clacking against the white tile floor. You adjusted your shopping bags in your arms once again before speaking, "Friday? Can you take me to Tony, please?" You called out to the AI, glancing at the ceiling of the elevator.

"Absolutely, Miss. L/N," Friday spoke, activating the elevator, "Mr. Stark has been wondering when you'd arrive."

You hummed, glancing down briefly at your bags, "Hope I'm not late for anything?" You muttered out loud, not really asking for a response from the AI, but she answered your question.

"Nothing is on the schedule today. Mr. Stark and a few of the other Avengers are on the Common Floor."

You nodded just as the doors opened, your eyes landing on a few of the Avengers just seemingly hanging about. You didn't really have a good friendship with any of the Avengers, which saddened you. Well, you had Steve, but it just felt like the others judged you. They seemed to judge you based on how you met your boyfriend, Tony Stark.

You were a freshman in college, at the ripe young age of twenty. You had just started college after taking a year off to save up to even get into the college of your dreams. But, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, in just a month, you were broke, and not even your job at the coffee shop down the road from campus could resurrect you. You lived off of ramen noodles and whatever free food you could get around campus, it wasn't really the life you thought you'd be living; being a broke college student with dreams.

But, because of your major, and the specific class that you were in, you had the opportunity to join your class for a lecture. This lecture would be held by none other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Sitting in the front row, sitting posed and straight-backed; you were ready to give all your attention to the teachings. You were very interested in what the two Avengers did, relating to science, of course. But, them being Avengers was one of the reasons you felt so giddy inside.

Well, you never thought anything other than learning something new would come out of the lecture, but no, you had caught the eye of the Tony Stark. Tony was talking about the newest invention he had made to help neutralize Gamma rays but as he was explaining, his eyes landed on yours. He fumbled slightly, but as quick as he stumbled, he regained his composure. Tony had been taken aback, you were gorgeous. His eyes lingered a little longer than necessary before he cleared his throat and continued talking. He kept stealing glances at you though, and it took you a while to even notice. And when you did, you couldn't help but feel like a deer in headlights. What could you say; he was a handsome man, sure. But, he was also the Tony Stark.

Now, Tony didn't make any real moves until he accidentally overheard that you weren't able to pay for the next semester of class. That day, while you were walking back to your dorm, Tony came to you with a deal of a lifetime. At first, you were shocked. Tony Stark was asking you to work for him as his assistant, and in return, he'd pay for your college tuition. It sounded pretty great, right? And it was, in the beginning, when paparazzi and people, in general, didn't know about the two of you.

Now, you didn't think you were Tony's Sugar Baby, but that's what the press thought. They dug up everything they could about you and found out, somehow, that Tony was paying for your tuition. And seeing that you were seen going to the Avengers Tower every couple of days; it would seem that you were his Sugar Baby. Though, as the weight of the overbearing paparazzi took its toll on you, you realized that maybe you were one. Technically, when you look it up on Google, a Sugar Baby is ‘a younger person who provides romantic companionship or sexual intimacy to a wealthy older person in return for gifts or financial support.’ Now, Tony gave you financial support, and you did spend time with him and work for him in return - sometimes grabbing a coffee; but nothing romantic or sexual... And he did give you a few gifts here and there- Oh, God, you were Tony Stark's Sugar Baby.

That didn't last long though, because the more you and Tony spent hanging about with one another, the closer you got. Now, your job as Tony's assistant was to help Pepper, his head assistant, if you will. You'd double-check his schedule for any possible mishaps or mistakes and bring him paperwork to sign. And over the past couple of months, you began to develop affection toward the billionaire superhero. You didn't know when it happened in those months. But one day you suddenly realized that you loved whenever Tony finished an invention, seeing the smile on his face made your heart skip a beat. And you loved watching him work at his lab, tinkering with things. One morning, when you went to grab the files that needed to be signed for the day, you entered his lab where you found him leaning over his desk, deep in concentration. That sight of him alone made your chest feel tight, and your stomach do somersaults. And he wasn’t even doing anything.

Tony wasn't really good with his feelings, really any feelings in general. He was prone to using sarcasm and wit to cover up his true emotions. So, he usually ended up bottling it up inside. But, with you, it was different; you saw through all his tough exterior. You saw a genuine human being, a hero, a man that was actually willing to put himself through hell for others, and for the greater good. Tony wasn't really used to that, sure there were the fans, but all they saw were the dollar signs. Tony knew there was something about you the day of the lecture at your school, and he knew he was in trouble. Never had he ever felt this way for anyone, that tightening in his chest and the warmth of his cheeks when you walk into the room; whether that be for him to sign something or to remind him about a meeting with Fury. Tony Stark wasn't good with emotions, but he fell for you and that realization scared him. Scared him because he didn't know how to handle them. And, on top of that, any relationship with you could never be, he was way too old for you. But you were so beautiful, intelligent, kind, and funny... He wanted to be selfish.

You did take into account the age gap, and you've heard of worse; twenty-four years wasn't that bad. Now, age is just a number, just as long as both parties are consensual adults. Anywho, you never thought in your wildest dreams that Tony would ever think about you in a romantic way. You thought he just saw you as some kid, and well, his first nickname for you was 'kid.' But, after seven months of working for him, Tony actually asked you out on a date. And to his surprise, you agreed to go.

You thought he'd take you to some fancy restaurant, ride up in a limo, and share a bottle of champagne, but it was actually the opposite. Tony ordered takeout, knowing how much you love Chinese, and even got a private screening of one of your favorite movies at the theaters. It was the sweetest and the most romantic date you had ever been on, and that date led to another, and another, and another...

You and Tony had gone through a lot together, from feeling Tony insecure about his age and you constantly worrying when he went on missions; you both got through it all together though. You were always there for him when he was feeling especially anxious or insecure, holding him after terrible nightmares, and being there when just life in general seemed hard. You were never one to sit back and watch Tony struggle through the difficulties, you always jumped at the chance to help and protect. And he did the same. He knew that his promises of coming home safe meant everything to you, that there were times when you just needed him beside you, and Tony would always make sure that you knew how much he loved you. You were grateful that you even got to the point of joking around about the whole 'sugar baby' fiasco. It was awkward at first, sure, but now when he sometimes calls you ‘sugar baby,’ you just laugh.

And now, two years later, yes, it was still hard to go out some days, but not for the reason of being claimed to be Tony's sugar baby, but for a whole new reason entirely. Now the press, tabloids, paparazzi, and whoever was trying to stir up that you were nothing but a gold digger, just with Tony for his hard cold cash. Which is anything but the truth. Yes, Tony buys you tons and tons of gifts, but most of the time they are heartfelt and not just a giant bunny that takes up space. And, yes, you enjoyed some of the presents he did give you, but you didn’t care for the gifts or the fancy dinners, or the nice cars. You cared about Tony. You had gotten to the point of acceptance; you knew that as long as you were with Tony, in any way, you were going to have to deal with all the drama. And it was worth it. He was worth it. You loved him and he loved you, and that was all that mattered.

Though you didn't care about whatever the press brought up, you felt that you needed to prove to the other Avengers that you weren't just with Tony for his money. For the past two years that you had been at the Avenger Tower, you had only met some of the Avengers a good handful of times. Steve and Natasha the most out of them all. Most of the time they were on missions and that didn't give you much of a chance to meet them when they were states or countries away. You had an inkling that their hesitance around you when you were in the same room was because of the rumors about you, but the rational part of your brain told you that that was just paranoia. Maybe it just takes them a while for them to warm up to others, you could see that. All a misunderstanding. Anyway, the point is that you wanted to try and get to know the others, even if it would be a bit awkward.

"Mr. Stark, Babelicious has arrived." Friday's voice echoed throughout the room, making you groan. You hated that nickname Tony gave you.

All eyes turn to you as you walk your way to the bar of the kitchen, setting a few bags on the ground, one of the bar stools, and the last two on the bar counter. You let out a sigh as you took off your sunglasses, setting them too on the counter. You could feel their eyes burning on the back of your head as you shuffled through the bags, you made sure you had everything; but before you could even begin to put anything away, you heard your name.

"Y/N! Babe! You're back. Goodie." He greeted you, with a kiss on the cheek, , his scratchy archer beard making you smile. “What treats did you bring me?”

"Hey, T, I brought what you asked." You answered softly, taking out the groceries, "You said that we were out of the coffee grounds you like so I got those, and I made sure to grab more chocolate sauce since you practically drink all of it on our ice cream Sundae Sundays. I also got a box of PopTarts for Thor on the off chance he visits. Along with other foodie stuff that was on the shopping list." You informed him, immediately going into your 'girl boss assistant mode,' as Pepper called it; looking up at Tony after you finished unbagging the other groceries, letting out a happy little sigh.

"You’re an angel, babe.” Tony thanked you, before continuing, “Did you get yourself anything?" He then asked, leaning against the bar counter, unable to take his gaze off of you; you looked amazing today, just like every day.

You only shook your head, "No, I didn't need anything." You spoke and Tony sighed, reaching his hand up to brush a few stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear.

"You know you can get anything you want, right? If you see something you like, just get it. I'm a billionaire, I can afford it." He told you, smirking slightly.

"It’s not that I don’t think you can afford all I desire, my love. It’s just that I don't need anything. I got you." You countered and Tony chuckled lightly.

"Well, you deserve it all." He responded, making you hum.

"Well, what I deserve right now, is a good ol' nap." You muttered, placing your hands on Tony's chest as his hands secured tightly around your waist, “And I need some handsome someone who could put the groceries away.” You spoke slyly, looking up at Tony with an innocent-looking smile, "I'll be in our room if you need me, okay?" You asked; tracing your fingers over the outline of the arc reactor over his ACDC shirt.

Tony nodded, practically swooning after you leaned up and placed a quick kiss on his lips, lingering there before you headed down the hall. Tony stood there, savoring the soft touch of your lips, the scent of your perfume filling his senses, the warmth radiating off of you. He missed you already.

"You're whipped, man." A voice called out to him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Tony turned and moved around the corner, his eyes meeting four other pairs. He almost forgot they were there. Sam sat on the couch next to Bucky and Steve as Natasha sat on the armchair; most of them were smirking or had mischievous looks in their eyes, Tony didn't like it.

Tony frowned slightly, clearing his throat as he got to putting the groceries away as quickly as he could. "I'm not whipped, Rocket Man," Tony replied, only making Sam let out a taunting chuckle.

"No, you're whipped, bro. She's got you wrapped around her little finger." The Falcon said, earning a snicker from Bucky and a roll of his eyes from Steve. "You don't stop buying her stuff."

"Yeah," Steve said, "You buy her gifts all the time. Just yesterday you tried to buy her another car."

"Can't have just one." Tony muttered, putting the bag of potatoes away.

Natasha then spoke, looking up from the book in her lap, "You bought her a vacation cabin in Norway.”

"See? I give great gifts," Tony tried to defend himself. “For her and friends.”

Sam gave Tony a small glare, "You give terrible gifts, last Christmas you gave me a shower curtain."

Bucky nodded towards Sam, "That's actually pretty nice-"

"It had Bob Ross's face plastered all over it. With the words, ‘I’m a happy little tree’." Sam deadpanned, making Bucky frown.

"Oh..."

Tony only huffed, rolling his own eyes, "Anyway, ignoring the hate I’m getting present-wise, you can't blame me that I'm a catch. I'm hoping you all don't believe the tabloids or news. She's not out for my money, so stop worrying. But that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve someone who can treat her like a queen." He spoke sternly, standing up for you, "And, well, if you look around, I can do that." He spoke, waving a hand dismissively around the room.

"We are just looking out for you," Steve gave Tony a smile, "I'm glad you two have each other, Tony," He started, "If she makes you happy, then we're happy for you." He added, making Tony sign dramatically.

"This place is getting too sappy for my taste. If you need anything ask Friday, I'll be with my lady love." Tony spoke, hiding that he was actually appreciative of Steve's comment and unknowingly confirming that he was indeed whipped for you.

Softly opening the door, Tony slipped into the room and slowly shut the door behind him. The living space was dark and quiet, only the soft sound of the afternoon birds chirping could be heard outside the curtain-covered windows. Tony took off his shoes, practically dragging himself over to the bedroom; he was also tired after a long day of being rich, and talking to Fury. The door was ajar, allowing the Iron Man to gently push it open and sneak inside; not wanting to wake you from your well-deserved nap.

Going over to his massive closet, Tony grabbed a tank top and sweatpants before changing; heading over to the large king-sized bed where you cuddled with Tony's pillow, held tightly to your chest. Tony admired you for a moment before he got under the plush, warm covers. Holding himself up on his arm, Tony brushed your hair out of your face, not wanting to wake you but you were holding onto his pillow with a death grip and he sort of needed that back.

"Baby, you're holding my pillow hostage." He muttered, no louder than a whisper, his voice deep; watching as you mumbled something he couldn't quite understand before letting the pillow go. Pulling his pillow under his head, Tony got comfortable, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his warm chest.

Whether you were awake or still dreaming, you swiftly wrapped your arms around his waist, hiking your leg up to hook there as well; your usual sleeping position. "Tony?" You called out to him softly, a voice as soft as a mouse.

"Yeah, babe?" He asked, matching your gentle tone, his hand on your waist rubbing up and down; his fingers dipping under the shirt that you had stolen from him.

"I love you," You whispered, your words slow and sleepy, turning your head up to look at him.

Tony hummed, his voice deep and slightly raspy, "Love you too, Y/N/N," He answered before nuzzling his nose briefly with yours. "Give me some sugar?" He then asked teasingly, loving the little, sleepy smile that graced your soft features.

Leaning up slightly, you pressed your lips on Tony's, your hand running through his hair, causing Tony to shiver slightly, his heart fluttering at the feeling. As you pulled away, he smiled down at you, his eyes softening when they met yours and you let out a tiny content sigh and closed your eyes once more; digging your face into the crook of his neck. Tony let out his own sigh, his arm tightening around you as he shut his own eyes. You both drifted off to sleep almost instantly, lost in each other's arms and dreams.

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madaboutmunson · 7 months

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Gucci Little Piggy

I Think I Could Have Been Someone - Chapter 3

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Chapter Summary: Eddie and Steve officially meet for the first time at Steve's home

Author Notes: This is a mature story, definitely 18+ only.

Tags/Warnings: rockstar!AU; band; touring; music industry; alternate universe; drug usage; alcohol abuse; performing; enemies to lovers; road trip Word Count: 6.2K

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Marney: Unclench your jaw

Eddie wrinkles up his nose at the message on his phone in silent fury because she knows him so well.

Eddie: My jaw is not clenched. Everything is fine.

It was clenched, and everything was not fine. He doesn't know why he bothers lying to Marney. Maybe he does it for himself like the words were part of a spell that could magically alter the level of tension that was actually causing pain in his body. His jaw, across his shoulder blades, his fingers digging into his thighs through the denim.

Marney: Just remember the money and exposure. 🤑

Eddie: Ok, never use that emoji again!

Eddie: You don't think I'm trying?

Eddie: I'm not a complete idiot!!

Marney: Who are you? And what have you done with Eddie?

Marney: He's my idiot and you'll give him back, otherwise I'm not meeting my quota

Eddie: Oh yes, ha-ha, very funny

Eddie: What's wrong with this guy? The residency isn't for another two weeks!

Eddie: Mark my words. This is going to end badly. He's clearly insane.

Marney: His level of sanity I cannot confirm.

Marney: The amount of money pending to be transferred I can, though.

Eddie: It was already six figures Marn. He adds another zero to meet the day after we agree to the project.

Eddie: For what? So you ship me off to him the very next day to have a conversation we don't need to have? It's all in the contract.

Marney: It's all getting a bit Indecent Proposal, isn't it?

Eddie: That's not funny!

Marney: It is a little, getting to see you all flustered like this 😏

Eddie: A million! A million dollars for a list of ten photos! That's insane! The man is insane!

Marney: A million is pocket change to people like Harrington. Do not sweat it.

Marney: When that extra zero came in, I woke Legal up and booked you a flight.

Marney: His requests aren't anything weird:

Marney: The checklist of photos for the book.

Marney: Access to all pictures taken.

Marney: You are on call for the duration.

Eddie: That last one…

Marney: Eddie, you used to do this ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME! You know musicians don't keep regular hours. They can get inspired in the middle of the night.

Marney: And as you well know, it's usually you waiting around for them to wake up and function rather than you being woken up by them.

Marney: It's a million dollars! People like us never see that kind of money. It's life-changing. Please. For me. Just be civil and get through it.

Eddie: I'm just saying it seems weird.

Marney: He also agreed to your project too, Ed. Don't forget that. I cannot tell you how quickly that yes came back.

Eddie: Because he's got no shame, Marn!

Marney: Eddie.

Marney: Please.

Marney: Point. Shoot. Edit. Send. Get paid.

Marney: Change your stars.

Eddie goes to type back, but he feels the car slow to a stop. A crunch of gravel and muffled voices. Moments later, his door is opened.

"Mr Munson?" The woman asks as Eddie steps out and nods. The car is swarmed by athletic people sporting black security uniforms.

The woman in front of him makes eye contact with her team members and then looks back at him, "Your agent said you were staying?"

"I-I am. Just not here." Eddie says nervously. He was supposed to be, that's what Marney had advised, but Eddie had dug his heels in and got an airport hotel instead, at his own expense, "I'm so bad at waking up for flights, so," he scratches the back of his neck, "the closer, the better."

She folds her arms and levels him with a look before scanning him up and down. "You don't want to spend the night? Stay in Steve Harrington's house?" She almost laughs out the last question.

Eddie figures it's something ingrained in him that is making him nervous with all these official-looking uniforms around him, "Not if I wanna keep this job," he says with a forced laugh, looks down and rubs his stomach, "I should really learn that fast food doesn't always agree with me." He raises his eyes to her to see if his performance has landed, and though he's not sure she believes the story, she seems happy enough to accept it for some reason. She extends her hand to him.

"Buckley. Head of security here for Mr H. This is my team. Get to know their faces and names if you care to. If it's not one of us telling you, it's not mandatory." She says and waves him through the enormous, ornate gates that slowly open as she signals to the house.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow at that. Mandatory? If it's not one of us? What did that even mean? She didn't look like your typical bodyguard or security guard that Eddie had seen over the years, but knowing he'd be meeting her at the gates, he'd done his research.

Robin Buckley. She'd only ever worked with Harrington, no one before, no one in between. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not your typical heavy-set build either. However, the footage Eddie had unearthed last night definitely sent the message home that she is not to be fucked with. She easily kept the crazies at bay, and Harrington's humanising posts about how safe he felt with her around made her a fan favourite. Even though she was often the only thing standing between him and his adoring followers.

He'd seen three times caught on film she'd intercepted a weapon or projectile aimed at Harrington. One effortlessly caught out of the air, cool as anything. Then there was a guy with a gun who had been leg-swept to the floor, had his wrist snapped, and was disarmed in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it display of prowess. You could see on the video Harrington hadn't seen any of it. Busy leaning back into the crowd for a selfie at the barrier with a fan's phone. Her team carried that guy away, and she just fell back into step beside him. The third was definitely the most terrifying. Mainly due to the fact there were so many different views of the same event because it happened whilst Harrington had been singing one of his most famous songs. It looks like a fan rushes the stage, not uncommon, but as Harrington shuts his eyes to croon to the crowd under the spotlight, something catches the light in the fan's hand, and if this had been a movie, you'd swear this would be the singer's last scene. But it wasn't. From out of nowhere, Buckley's big black boot steps into the light and puts the assailant in a choke hold from behind. They were out for the count in seconds and pulled back with her into the darkness.

She gestures to a golf cart and stops him just before it. "We have to search you and your things. I can do it, or a preferred team member. Mr. H said it was imperative you were made to feel comfortable, but I do still have to check you aren't some weapon-wielding psycho. So we'll do it mid-way at the gatehouse." Eddie's eyebrows raise in alarm, fearing the worst. Jesus, how intrusive was this search gonna be? A smirk appears on her face, "Don't worry, Mr Munson, it's just a pat down, scan and bag check. I'm fairly confident I could incapacitate you before you pulled anything out of your ass." Her smile broadens, and it looks like she almost laughs.

Cleared by the search, he's returned his camera bag and taken to the house. House seems like a stupid word to use. It looked like a castle or fortress. It was huge. It loomed over the surrounding grounds, and Eddie felt tiny in its shadow. This place was light years away from where Harrington was in his life the last time they had crossed paths. The jealousy and loathing wake up in Eddie again, remembering the picture that ended everything.

He just didn't get it.

He had taken that kind of shot hundreds of times. It went viral. The fans loved it. It eventually ended up on everything from billboards to stamps, but initially, it was just a social media post with his handle tagged in the text beneath it for two months. Eddie has been on the precipice of exploding, and in a way, he got a taste. Marney was inundated with offers, so many he was booked solid for two years by the end of the month, and he is eternally grateful for Marney crossing every t and dotting every I on those contacts because not long later, everything fell apart.

It started when Harrington released his tour diary. The pictures Eddie had taken at that gig were included, as were the shots of hundreds of other photographers. Some of the lesser-known ones in the scene were experiencing the same thing as Eddie. Harrington's tour had garnered so much attention, and his fan base was colossal even before he struck his first chord. Everything that the tour touched had credit cards and offers thrust at it.

But something had singled Eddie out.

Harrington's team had sent him and Marney a copy each before general release, and before they'd even opened theirs, Marney got an email.

Harrington wanted to work with Eddie personally. Eddie couldn't believe his luck. Agreed straight away. But Marney had looked at Eddie's calendar, and he was already booked.

"Fuck Marney. This is crazy. Tell 'em, yeah, tell 'em the day we finish up all these, I'll leave myself free for any projects he has in mind." He'd almost foamed at the mouth with excitement. He and Harrington were blasting off into success at the same time, and he hated he couldn't give back to the person who gave him a boost and put his work in the eyes of millions.

Marney sent back the offer, and they'd popped a champagne bottle. Before she'd even poured a glass, her phone had buzzed again, and this guy's preoccupation with Eddie had begun.

Eddie sighs and just tries to remember the money as Buckley and her agents of pain guide him through the lavish foyer and corridors until he's in a reception room of sorts. A small circle of sophisticated chesterfields on one side of the room, a wooden bar in the corner and a massive table with chairs neatly tucked in all around it.

One of the team gestures at the armchair, and nervously, Eddie sits with his camera bag and portfolio on his lap. He wasn't so much nervous in that he was expecting something terrible. It was more to do with this place being so fucking daunting and that he had to get through this to get paid.

The door opens, and Eddie forces a smile on his face for his nemesis. But what walks through the door is something else entirely. Eddie stands up immediately, almost dropping his camera bag and portfolio to the ground as he does, but he gets a hand to them at the last second and carefully places them on the coffee table.

The man points at him and, in potentially the most monotonous voice he's ever heard, says, "Great, wonderful, you're on time. I like the cut of your jib already…." He lifts the file he's holding to his eyeline and readjusts his glasses, "Munson." Eddie extends his hand to shake, but the man looks at him, then his hand, and then moves to sit in one of the opposite chairs, leaving Eddie to bashfully lower his hand and sit down.

"Ted Wheeler," he begins, and Eddie raises a hand to stop him as he pulls out his dictaphone, places it on the table, and hits record. The man looks at him over the top of his glasses and lets out the most prolonged sigh Eddie thinks he's ever heard. "Ted Wheeler of Wheeler & Family, representing Grindbone Records." He almost sounds bored of saying it. His voice was verging on dreary, "Mr Harrington wanted to arrange this so we can ensure everyone is on the same page." He scoffs and rolls his eyes, and that catches Eddie off guard. Shouldn't this guy be kissing Harrington's ass? He opens a file, and inside is a photocopy of the contract he's already seen and signed, "Just so you are aware, the agreed amount of one hundred thousand dollars will be paid for by the record label on completion of the project, as documented and signed for here." He taps the paper between them, "The remainder of the money," he shakes his head in disbelief, "promised to you by Mr Harrington, will come from himself whenever you've agreed between yourselves. We have no part in-"

A crash from somewhere in the house makes Eddie nearly jump clean out of his skin due to how quiet and monotonous this guy's voice has been. The guy opposite is unphased. He simply sighs, rolls his eyes, folds his arms and leans back in his seat.

There is another crash and a livid, "Why didn't anyone wake me?" Something smashes, "Where is Buckley? SHUT UP!! I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING EXCUSES!! GET ME ROBIN FUCKING NOW!!! ROBIN!!!"

Seconds later, Buckley and one of her minions run through the room they are in and through the door Ted had entered from. Eddie doesn't know what to do, so he sits awkwardly for a second as the shouting gets further away and becomes muffled before leaning across the table.

"Look, can I level with you?" Eddie says quietly.

"I suppose we may as well do something while waiting for the theatrics to finish." Ted sighs and doesn't move or even look at Eddie.

"I don't understand why I'm here. I signed the contract. I've agreed to what was asked. The residency doesn't start for a while yet. I don't get it." Eddie says in hushed tones, occasionally glancing at the door.

Ted laughs sarcastically, "Well, join the club, Sport." Eddie's beginning to wonder if he's got competition in the ranks of hating Harrington.

"You don't know why I'm here either?" Eddie asks.

"Son, I don't know why I'm here." He says like he's absolutely over all of this already, "whatever all on the same page means." he mutters under his breath and checks his watch.

"OK, great. Well, that's just marvellous." Eddie says sarcastically and leans back in his seat, tapping his knees as he does so.

Ted turns to him and looks him over, "For a man getting paid a million dollars, you sure don't seem happy to be here."

"It's not that I'm unhappy," Eddie lies with a sprinkling of work laugh, sending him a big beaming grin, "I'm just confused as to what could be $900,000 worth of urgent."

"You should have held out another hour," Ted says, no humour in his voice.

"Pardon?" Eddie says in surprise.

"Probably would have been offered double, or he would have sent his jet for you," Ted states factually, looking at his watch again, and Eddie frowns. That didn't feel good. The feeling of being bought. Like he had a price. Which ultimately was true, but to realise that about yourself feels hideous.

"This happen often?" Eddie asks, knowing it's to lessen that gross feeling creeping over his skin. If other people were bought this way to do his bidding, maybe Eddie wouldn't feel so weird about it.

The guy chuckles heartily, "People don't say no to Steve Harrington in the first place. Well, apart from you, evidently." Ted looks him up and down with a slightly raised eyebrow.

That riles Eddie up inside. What the fuck is this asshole implying, exactly?

Then it hits him. This interaction, Buckley's comments about staying over, Steve's persistence, throwing crazy amounts of money, promotions, or promises of backing his projects, and up until this offer. He'd declined everything because Harrington had ruined his career, but no one says no to Steve Harrington because everyone jumps at the chance to say yes to Harrington, just as Eddie did initially. They think I've been playing hard to get.

Eddie whips his phone out rapidly.

Eddie: Marina…

Marney: Did you get there ok? Everything went smoothly I hope. Have a great day, very busy today babe. Speak soon xxx

She'd set him up.

Eddie: Don't you dare pull that copy and paste message in me!!

Eddie: Just one thing, all those times I said no, did you tell anyone why I said no?! 🤬

Marney: Of course not, because I don't burn bridges Eddie. I just told them….you were busy.

Eddie facepalms at the screen, and Ted grimaces, eyeing him worriedly.

Eddie: So no one here has any idea that he ruined my career? They think I did a job, and then turned down offer after offer for no goddamn reason?!!

Marney: It was for a reason. You were busy. I just didn't say with what. Besides, advertising yourself as someone with their dreams in the toilet isn't exactly the brand I'm building for you Ed.

Eddie's lips form a tight line, and his grip is so tight around his phone he is sure he is one squeeze away from crushing it. He closes his eyes and counts to ten.

He gets to six.

He hears a sharp inhale from the other side of the door.

Ted stands, so Eddie copies him, even though he'd rather not. The guy isn't royalty.

The door swings open. Buckley comes in first. Then, with a hack of a cough in strides Harrington, rubbing at his nose. Wearing some cliché rockstar garb, not what Eddie remembers and certainly not how he usually appears in the media or his work. Sheer shirt, lace-up pants, smeared eyeliner and dishevelled hair adorned with a few tattoos, piercings and excessive accessories. But Eddie smiles. Hugely. Almost laughs.

Harrington stops dead in his tracks. For a glimmer, he looks surprised but quickly falls back into himself. He pops his bony hip out to the side and runs a hand through one side of his obnoxious hair, looking Eddie over like he's got any place to judge him. But not even that can wipe the grin from Eddie's face because Harrington looks like shit. Like he hasn't slept in a year. Like he literally slithered out from under a rock. He looks like half the man in Eddie's old photographs of him.

Eddie grabs his camera, "Would you mind?" He says, gesturing to it.

Harrington smiles and shakes his head, "Not at all." He talks like it's too much effort to enunciate his words, more a mumble than anything, "How do you want me?"

"You don't have to pose. Sometimes it's more fun if it happens naturally, like a candid shot?" Eddie says, his fingers moving rapidly over the camera and lens to prepare it for the lighting and distance this room could offer him.

"A voyeur," Harrington smirks.

Eddie's instinct is to bark back at this guy's mocking of him, but he thinks about the money and Marney. About his ideas and the differences he could make. He forces a small smile and tries to be funny, "A wildlife photographer."

Harrington laughs. His ringed hand comes to his face as he brushes his bottom lip with his thumb and looks Eddie up and down again. It's making Eddie's skin crawl. He feels Buckley's eyes on him and reluctantly lowers the camera, "Maybe the more spontaneous photos aren't suitable for this project." Eddie offers to cut the tension.

"Are you him?" Harrington asks with wide, almost manic eyes, and Eddie isn't sure who the He is that Harrington is referring to, "You aren't one of his underlings, are you?" and it must show because he doesn't wait for him to answer, he looks to Buckley. She nods, and Harrington bites his knuckle at her before turning back to Eddie. "You have my permission to take as many pictures of me as you want. Whenever you want. However, you want." He croaks out quietly. Even the way he talks annoys Eddie, like speaking at a normal volume like an average person is beneath him. Eddie's eye twitches with repressed rage.

"Provided we have access to them all, before you publish any, of course," Ted interjects, and Eddie watches Steve snap his head in Wheeler's direction, his mood shifted on a pinhead. Almost a snarl on his lip, tensed jaw, and a piercing glare.

Eddie snaps a photo.

Ted shoots a look at Eddie, and Buckley stiffens her posture.

The shutter noise does something to Harrington. Not only does it pull him out of his rage, but Eddie sees him instinctively go for that iconic Harrington pose he's been doing since his modelling days.

He shifts his weight to one leg, a thumb in the pocket, pulling down his waistband further, as the fingers of the same hand splay out elegantly like a dancer against his hip and upper thigh, and he rolls back that shoulder. A minuscule bowing and tilting of the head, finding his light easily, before looking at the floor and flicking his eyes straight back up to the lens, a subtle pout on his lips.

Eddie takes another photo.

Everyone relaxes.

Well, everyone except for Eddie, who is starting to get the sinking feeling that not only is Harrington insane, but this whole place might be, too.

"Show me," Harrington demands, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, already extending his hand and approaching Eddie.

"Mr Harrington, I don't have time for this." Ted sighs, exasperated, and gestures to the seat next to him. Harrington rolls his eyes, clenches a fist, and turns to sit in the armchair.

Eddie releases the breath he didn't realise he was holding and sits down.

Once seated, Eddie tries to keep most of his attention on the rep, reviewing contract details they have all already read and signed. He occasionally acknowledges Harrington out of civility, but every time he finds his gigantic pupils are already boring into him, his leg bounces, his rings tap against the arm of the chair, or he fidgets some other way.

Eddie tries his best to concentrate on what is being said, but there is nothing new here. Nothing that wasn't in the contract. He can feel the ire rise in him. He pushes it back down, thinking about the money, and smiles broadly at Ted, but the goddamn tapping and staring was distracting. So much so that it felt like it started getting louder than Ted. It's like his patience is being rapidly worn down by the human cheese grater that is Steve Harrington.

"I feel we're all on the same page here. Do you need me for anything else?" Ted says his tone is steady, but Eddie thinks he can detect the slight hints of disdain.

"He has to complete the project now?" Harrington mutters to Ted but doesn't take his eyes off Eddie, and unnerving doesn't cover it. Eddie does a bit of internal coaching. It's just ten pictures, and it's a million dollars. You could probably get most of them done in one day. You're on call, but you're not obliged to spend twenty-four hours a day with this creep. It's gonna be fine, then take the money and run the hell outta here.

"Yes, he's signed the contract. If he breaks it, it will go to legal." Ted answers and Harrington's shoulders relax a little, "But I doubt that would happen. He seems professional enough." he closes the file and gathers it up to stand. Eddie stands, too. He's more than ready to leave this place, go back to the hotel, have something very strong to drink and complain to Marney down the phone for an hour or two. "He was on time for a start," and Eddie feels that jab swing for Harrington, but he doesn't seem to have noticed it.

Ted walks towards one door, and Eddie quickly gathers his things and goes to leave out of the other, but he turns to find the door blocked by two of the security team. He turns to follow Ted through the other door, but a firm, gloved hand lands on his shoulder and stops him in his tracks. Buckley shakes her head once at him and pushes him back into his chair.

Ok, now he's fucking scared. Stuck in a room with this fucked up guy and his minions that seem just to do his bidding.

He looks up at Buckley, "The meetings over. I can go, right?" He swallows nervously.

"You can spare me five more minutes." Harington's fried voice, much closer than expected, commands, doesn't ask. Eddie nearly jolts at the sound like it was a jumpscare.

Ted turns back in the doorway and looks directly at Harrington, "That is unless Mr Munson finds his working conditions unsuitable, or if he were to sustain an injury that would prevent him from meeting his contractual obligations, then I believe we postpone, or the project is over." He turns his attention to Eddie like he can read his mind. Like he knows, he just thought about flinging himself headfirst into the coffee table to escape this impending shitshow. "We would have to, of course, investigate where the blame lies and then assess compensation for both parties." His eyes return to a clenched-fisted Harrington, "And it's such a lot of money we've invested, we'd have to recoup it from elsewhere in the business." For the first time ever, he witnesses Harrington shrink. He steps away from Eddie, not taking his eyes off the man in the doorway.

Eddie can sense this is a veiled threat of some kind, but Harrington just threw nearly a million at him to get here today. He could give them the hundred grand easily.

Ted nods, "Gentlemen." And closes the door behind him.

Harrington walks to the larger table, "You bring 'em?" There is a silence, and as Eddie looks at Buckley, she raises her eyebrows, indicating it's him being asked.

"Er, yeah. Yeah. Right here." He answers, holding up the portfolio to someone who isn't even looking at him.

"Set 'em out." Harrington taps his fingers on the massive table in front of him. Buckley gives him a helpful guiding hand towards the table because Eddie freezes. He doesn't want to get any closer than he has to. Leaving a good gap between the two of them, he starts laying out the photos from that first concert in equally spaced rows, ordering them chronologically through the show. He takes a few more steps away once he's done and waits.

"Pool house or guest room?" Harrington asks.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he just blurts out, "What?" with a laugh full of nervous energy.

Harrington unrolls himself from his slightly hunched form and straightens up to face him, a small smile on his lips, "For tonight, did you choose the pool house or one of the guest rooms?" He looks him over again, and the intensity of it makes Eddie remember his school days. The sinking feeling before a bully is about to strike. "You look like a pool house kinda guy to me."

"Oh, um, neither," Eddie replies, and Harrington looks over to his head of security, his brows furrowed.

"Says he's not feeling too good. Would rather stay in a hotel." Buckley answers his questioning expression.

"Interesting," Harrington says as he steps closer to peruse the photographs.

There is a shrill, "Harry!! Where are you?" from somewhere in the building.

"Excuse me." He mumbles and leaves the room for a second before re-entering with a large group of people surrounding the table. Eddie looks around at them subtly. He recognises a number of them, relatively high-profile people. A few movie stars, a pop star, directors, the rest he doesn't know. The one that enters draped around Harrington's neck he recognises as a reality TV star, Heidi something, he doesn't remember.

Eddie knows he's getting paid a million dollars already, but the money potential in this room right now is making him feel very greedy. He resolves to try and relax. Maybe he could get something else out of all this.

Heidi swings around Harrington's neck like one of his long chains and leans over the photos, pushing a few of them out of line. It makes Eddie's eye twitch again, but he just lets it happen, "Wow, did you take these?" She bats her spider leg lashes at Harrington, who chuckles and points himself out on several of them.

"Impossible. He did," Harrington replies, nodding his head towards Eddie, and all eyes around the table fall on him. As unnerving as it is, Eddie forces a smile and gracious nod. Harrington turns to the table, "Munson Photography. He's working with me on the next set of gigs." There is a chorus of nods and approving noises as the crowd swarm over the photographs.

Heidi squeals and picks up a photo of Harrington strutting along the stage catwalk. The crowd lit up behind him, "Can I take this one?" She holds it up to Harrington.

"You'll have to ask the man himself, but prepare yourself for a no. He likes those." Harrington smirks at him as he answers her. There is a smattering of mutters around the table, and Eddie quickly leaps into action.

"You're welcome to it. It's just a print." He smiles at her, even rips one of the pockets out the back of the folder and puts the photo safely inside for her, "There you go." Harrington is observing him the whole time. He sincerely hopes this isn't a jealousy thing because he really had nothing to worry about. She was not Eddie's type at all. "We aren't called that anymore, by the way, but this is my agent's contact number if you want it." He pulls out a little pile of cards and drops them next to the pictures on the table.

She turns to Harrington, "Is your friend gonna be here later, Harry?" She asks, and there is a slight tone to it, a raise of an eyebrow, as she presses herself up against him, and his arm naturally falls around her waist.

"He doesn't wanna stay. He's a very busy man." Harrington says, grinning at Heidi. They fall into some sort of all-tongue, not much of anything else kiss, and Eddie busies himself lining up the photos again to avoid cringing. She whispers something to him. Harrington releases her and stands right next to where Eddie had been leaning over the images, readjusting them. His arm stretches around the back of him, and his hand grasps the back of the chair on the other side of Eddie, "Which ones your favourite?" He asks quietly, right next to Eddie's ear. He doesn't think he's ever felt more uncomfortable than right now.

The truth is, none of them anymore. The whole memory is tainted, but he plays the game, "The one with the curtain call." He says quickly, "Excuse me." He says politely with a smile and tries to wiggle out of his situation, but Harrington's arm is firmly still in place. He could just vomit.

"You like my friend Heidi?" Harrington whispers as the others talk amongst themselves for a little while.

Eddie knows what he's getting at and honestly wouldn't have thought someone as arrogant as Harrington to be into that, but he plays dumb, "She seems like a lovely lady."

Harrington lets out a small, quiet laugh, "Mmhmmm, she is. She's pretty friendly, too, as are her girlfriends. There are so many of them. You'd be helping me tonight if you got to know them." He adds, bumping his hip against Eddie's.

"Yeah, they all seem nice." Eddie agrees, hoping it will end this stupid conversation.

His bloodshot, dilated pupil eyes lock onto Eddie's as he tries to escape, "Point your favourite out to me, Eddie."

His stomach churns as the command catches him off guard, "What?" He exclaims a little more loudly than he means to, and soon, all eyes are back on him.

Harrington's grin widens, "The photograph, Eddie."

He overly enunciates his name. Eddie swallows hard and obliges, pointing it out. Harrington leans over him to get a look, pressing his arm into Eddie's back. He hums, shifts a little and then locks his gaze with Eddie again, "Are you gay?" He asks bluntly, and the table erupts with laughter. The only people not laughing are Eddie and Harrington, though he is wearing a smile, and Eddie is wearing several shades of natural blush.

Eddie was out and proud. These days, it wasn't anything to hide, but something about this interaction made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear forever.

Heidi thumps Harrington's arm, "Don't be a dick, babe. You can't just out people. It's very un-pc! Leave him alone." She reprimands him, and he laughs mischievously, wrapping her back into his arms and finally tears his eyes from Eddie's.

Today, he'd arrived here, loathing Harrington. Now, his insides were a boiling cesspool of putrid hatred for him. He's beginning to question if this is worth a million dollars. He thinks about Marney. He reminds himself he wouldn't be able to make this amount of money in his lifetime probably. He could upgrade his kit, buy a house, buy Wayne a house, support local charities, shit, and start his own charity project. He takes a very subtle deep breath by bowing his head and letting his hair hang in front of his face, collecting himself quickly. Then, he straightens up and beams at them all, "Well, that isn't really relevant to either of our projects, so forgive me for not answering."

All eyes return to Harrington, and he huffs out a laugh and looks around the table, "It was only a question. But you know what, maybe it's not that. Maybe he just thinks you girls are a bunch of sluts, and Mr Munson here has much higher standards."

"I can assure you, it's not that," Eddie says, picking up the photos and filing them away.

"Oh, you don't mind a slut then?" Harrington laughs loudly, and the people around the table join him. And that is the last straw.

What was this guy's problem? He'd been begging Eddie to work with him again for years, and when he said yes, he paid nine times as much to get him here the next day. Had he simply done that to get Eddie back for saying no? Had he paid nine hundred grand to get Eddie in a room to belittle him in front of others? Is that the level of Ego he was dealing with here? Though fuming with annoyance, Eddie remembers to keep it civil. Otherwise, they'd look at him as the bad guy.

"It's my job to capture people and moments, maybe tell their story, but judge them? No." Eddie shuts his file and feels the jovial atmosphere disappear with its contents. He looks up and around the table. Everyone is looking at Harrington again. The smile has wiped from his face, and his eyes are cast down slightly, "There's plenty of people out there already eager to do that. I don't need to add to their number." Harrington's eyes flick back up to his for a moment but look away again, and Eddie feels the power has shifted. He can't resist picking up the metaphorical boxing gloves Wheeler left behind and taking a few jabs himself. "When someone with enough influence judges someone loudly enough. It's easy for others to gather their pitchforks en masse, ready to raze everything to the ground."

He collects his things and sees Harrington returning to being a little hunched over the table. He waves the others out with a flick of his hand. Eddie goes to follow them, but this time, Harrington stops him himself. He doesn't look Eddie in the eyes, doesn't touch him directly, just pulls on the bag strap to stop him, "I get carried away sometimes." He mutters out. Eddie's insides are still swimming with anger, but he can hear and see the unspoken apology.

That might have been one of the three authentic interactions between them today. One when he asked if Eddie had to do this. Two, when he asked if Eddie was gay, and now this. The rest of it was very much a show of sorts, for whom Eddie wasn't certain. Whilst the first two had only thrown gasoline on the fire, that was his hatred for this guy. That last one was a handful of sand.

He puts it down to having behavioural problems himself as a kid. Getting things wrong and not often getting a chance to make up for them. Then, being judged and labelled over it. That is probably why he hated this Harrington situation so much. His dad wouldn't console him when he got duped by people time and time again because he'd give them room to apologise. His dad had said he was a pushover or a doormat, but Wayne said his kindness wasn't a weakness. He just needed to be more savvy about how much he let those people back in.

"See you in two weeks, Mr Harrington," Eddie says, an unspoken iota of forgiveness.

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Say That Again, Baby.

Summary: a Wattpad/tumblr request - “Hili! I was wondering if you can write a one shot that is basically a size kink type of chapter. Can it be where the girl just keeps telling him he's huge and something like that? so it would be both dom and sub harry”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, size kink, praising, blowjob, oral (m), unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, choking, porn-like phrases, filth from both y/n and Harry

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Harry just won two Grammy’s.

You’re at the after party with him, spending the night celebrating his victories.

“Harry.” Anthony says holding his camera up, “show off that Grammy.”

Harry chuckles and brings his leg up, pointing to the Grammy that’s embroidered onto his Gucci Gazelle.

“Love ya, Pham.” Harry was a bit drunk.

Okay. A lot drunk.

“Harry, come here. They want more pics.” Anthony motions for Harry to come over. Harry lays a hand on your leg, “S’cuse me, babe.”

You have to admit, you were kinda sorta very drunk, too.

Not as wasted as Harry, though.

But, you knew that you were drunk because you could jump his bones right here in this booth in front of everyone not even think twice about it.

“Mhm.” You hum lowly as your eyes glance down from his eyes to his hand, “Course.” You look up at him, and before you scoot out of the booth to let him out, he gives your thighs a squeeze and winks at you.

You sigh and shake your head with a smirk as you get up. He lays his hand on your back and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly.

“I love you, Harry.”

——

You went to go get another drink and when you came back, you noticed Harry kneeled down against the wall with his hand on his forehead.

You press your lips together and tilt your head. Walking over, “Hey.” You whisper quietly as you get on your knees in front of him, “You okay?”

He slowly lifts his head and smiles at you.

His eyes are watery and you can tell what happened bothers him, especially with him being drunk.

You smile and lay a hand on his cheek, “You deserve everything, Harry. The awards. The fans. The albums.” You move in closer and rest your forehead against his, “Fuck what that guy yelled, you still won album of the year and you know what else?”

You lean back and watch as he closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek into your hand before pressing his lips to it, “What else, darling?”

You tilt your head slightly, “I’m going to make sure you have the best night of your life when we get home. Take your mind off everything for a while.”

His eye brow twitches and he smirks, “Yeah?”

“Oh yes.” You smile and press both hands to his cheeks, “I know it’s very hard to let what he said go, but if you need anything. I’m here for.” You press your lips to his, “Always.”

He smiles and bites his lip as he looks at you, “I could use something, but I don’t want to embarrass everyone here with how loud you get.”

You scoff and gently push him back as you smirk, “tables have turned Mr. Styles.”

“Oh have they?” He tilts his head and stands up, bringing you with him as he does.

“They certainly have.”

——

You guys are a giggling mess as you fall out of the car.

“Thank you!” You and Harry both yell to the driver as you practically run to the door of the house that you share with him.

“Fuck.” Harry laughs, “I can’t get.. oh, had it upside down.”

You laugh and push the door open, pulling him in with you, “You’ve been hanging out with me too much. I’m rubbing off on you.”

He kicks the door closed behind him and walks over to you. He grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours.

You moan slightly as he runs his hands thought your hair, pulling your hair just so ever slightly as he does.

“I haven’t been spending enough time with you and I have something you can rub.” He smirks and laughs slightly as his comment.

You shake your head and smile, “I love you.”

“I love you, babe. Now.” He lifts you up and starts to walk towards the steps but you stop him, “Wait, no, baby. The chair.”

You point to the chair that just so happens to be Harry’s favorite seat in the house.

“Okay.” He smirks and walks over, sitting down with you still on his lap, dress still on and all, “Now show me just how exactly the tables have turned.”

You lean in, kissing from his lips to his neck. You kiss down and back up, nipping at his ear while you whisper, “Because I have partial control tonight.”

“Partial?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, just until I can’t take it anymore and need your cock buried inside of me.” You smirk and stand up before he can grab you.

“Take your clothes off, please.” You smile and start to slowly pull your dress down over your shoulders.

His eyes are fixated on seeing the skin that’s been covered all night.

His hands move to take his jacket off. He leans forward, slipping off his white tank and tossing it on top of his jacket that’s in a pile on the floor.

He starts to undo his pants and his eyes watch as the dress falls into a pool at your feet. His eyes move up your legs and scan over every inch of your naked body.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he slides his pants and boxers down his thighs. He kicks them off and rests his arms on the arm rests.

You’re in awe of him just sitting there looking at you. His hard cock leaking.

Aching to be touched, too.

You walk over and get on your knees between his legs, “You have such a nice cock, daddy.”

You glance up at him as you gently take it in your hand and his eyebrow twitches and he bites his lip as he picks up that you’re about to praise his cock.

A groan leaves his lips as you start stroking his cock.

You lean in and trace the vein of the underside of it. He sucks in air and clenches his jaw, “Shit.” He groans through gritted teeth.

You bite your lip as you ogle his cock, “You’re so big, fuck daddy. I can’t wait until you’re stretching my pussy out again.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to the tip before you part them, slowly welcoming his cock between them.

He lets out a breathy moan and he grips the chair arms, “Oh, bloody hell.”

He bucks his hips slightly and you continue to bob your head, working on taking him in fully.

You gag around him and close your eyes, trying to control your breathing.

You take a deep breathe and slowly work him into your throat. Harry absolutely loves hearing you gag on his cock because he knows it’s the only cock you’ll ever want.

He lays a hand on the back of your head, holding it there for a couple seconds. You pull off with a gasp, gripping his thighs as you giggle slightly, “Fuck, daddy. Your cock is so big, I could barely breathe.”

You smile up at him as your bare chest heaves up and down quickly. He shakes his head and runs his hands over his face, “Shit, You almost had me there, baby.”

You push your panties down your thighs and stand up. You step out of them and crawl on to Harry’s lap. Your lips immediately find his and you make out.

His hands slide up and down your body a few times before his hands slide to your ass. He squeezes and pulls them apart, “You want to sit on my cock, sweetheart?”

You whimper and nod, “Yes, daddy. I want to sit on your big cock.”

“Fuck. Say that again, baby.” He grabs your hips and sits up to close the space between you.

You lean forward and brush your lips against his, “Yes daddy. I want to sit on your big cock.”

He reaches down and holds his cock steady as he slowly pushes the tip of it inside of you.

You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulder, “Fuck. Fuck, yes. More daddy please.” You moan as he fulfills your request, “Fuckfuck.”

You let out a loud moan and gasp as he pushes your hips the rest of the way down, “I love your cock inside of me.” You moan out quickly as you clench around him.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” He moans as he watches you position yourself. You place your feet on his outer thighs and grip the arms of the chair.

You lean back whispering as you drag your hand down his chest, “You are so fucking sexy.”

You start to move your hips and you can’t help but moan, “Fuck, stretching me so good, daddy.”

He watches as your pussy swallows his cock whole each time you slide back down, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

He groans as he squeezes your thighs, “You like my cock baby?”

“Mm, daddy. I love your cock.” You moan and clench around him, “So close already.”

He hums and takes his hands off of you, resting one on the arm rest and presses the other to your clit, “Go on then, sweetheart.”

You moan loudly as Harry’s fingers out just the right amount of pressure on your clit as he circles it.

“Fuck, yes daddy, yes yes.” You let out a long moan as your squeeze his cock with your pussy.

“Fuck.” He groans as he digs his fingers into your hip harder.

You push your hips all the way down on him and moan as you slowly move your hips, fucking yourself on his cock until your high comes to an end.

“Mm I like to cum on your cock, daddy.” You lean in and kiss him. He grips your hips with his hands and pulls you closer.

Your tongues move against one another and you moan in his mouth.

He leans back and looks at you, “Bend over on this chair f’me.”

He taps your hips with his fingers, indicating he wants you to get up. You let out a sigh and smirk, “Fine.”

He winks and smiles at you, “Good girl.”

You bite your lip as your heart skips a beat at his words.

He knows you absolutely love to be praised.

“Say that again, baby.” You smirk slightly and watch as he gets up. He pulls you into his body and looks down at you.

He gently grips your chin and tilts your head up, “Good girl.” He whispers quietly as he stares into your eyes with a smirk plastered on his lips.

You take a shaky breath and smile, turning to put your knees on the chair.

He gives your ass a smack and you jump slightly. You look at him over your shoulder, “hey!”

He chuckles and rubs both of your ass cheeks, “M’sorry.”

You smile, “It’s okay, now fuck me with the big cock daddy.”

You wiggle your hips at him and rock back, “Please.”

A smirk spreads across his face as he slowly slides his hands down, running his fingers across your soaked folds.

“Mm.” He hums lowly, “Why should I do that?”

You close your eyes, frustrated that he’s taking over.

“Because it’ll feel so good, baby.” You open your eyes and look back at him, “Please daddy?”

You move your hips back move and he slips two fingers inside of you, letting them rest for a moment. You let out a whine, “I love you fingers, but I want that cock daddy.”

He chuckles and spreads his fingers as he slowly starts to push his cock in. You gasp at the feeling and your eyes roll back and close.

“Fuck, yes daddy give me that big fucking cock.” You push your hips back and lean down onto the back of the chair, “Fuck, fuck.”

You moan and dig your nails into the cushion, “Shit, yes yes oh fuck!”

He spreads his fingers a little bit more as he pushes his cock the rest of the way into you.

“Fuck, daddy.” You moan out, “your big cock stretches me so good.”

“Fuck.” He groans before slapping your other ass cheek, “you’re such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

“For you.” You look back at him and bite your lip.

He watches you as he starts to thrust, slow at first but then quickly builds up into a punishing pace.

Harry grabs your arm, pinning it down onto the lower part of your back, moaning as he digs his grip on your arm tightens., “Fuck. You feel fucking incredible.”

His other hand smacks your ass cheek again and he rubs over the red skin.

You clench around him, “so fucking big.” You whine out, “Yes yes. Fuck me, daddy. Yes yes.”

He pounds into you for a little longer before slowing his pace, “You’re gonna make me cum soon, babe. Where ya want it?”

“In my pussy.” You smirk slightly and rock back onto him, “Please daddy.”

He slides his hand up your back and around to your neck, “Say it again, the correct way.”

He squeezes slowly as you start to speak, “Daddy, I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“There ya go, love.” He starts to thrust, still keeping grip of your neck and squeezing.

Your moans are muffled from his choking you, “Fuck.” You whimper out as you squeeze his cock with your pussy, “Please please. Your cock is so fucking good.”

Harry loosens his grip and slides his hand back to your hips. He pulls your hips back to meet his and you can feel his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He gasps and pushes his cock all the way in, “Snuck up on me.” He chuckles slightly and groans.

You moan as you feel yourself be engulfed by nothing but pleasure.

You both rest there for a few moments, breathing heavy and slightly sweaty.

“Shower?” Harry asks, breaking the silence.

“Please.” You agree.

He pulls out and you turn around and sit down. He holds his hand out and you take it, rising to your feet.

He presses his lips on your temple and sighs, “Race ya!” He pushes away from your and be lines for the steps.

“He-wa-wha- no-“ you stutter and jump slightly, “Not fair!” You yell as you run up the steps after him. He turns around at the top and laughs, “Let them fly free, baby.”

You laugh as his remark about your arms holding your boobs to your chest, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You ask stepping towards him when you reach the top.

“Very much so.” He smirks and you lean in to kiss him but push away from him, “Race ya!”

You make it to the bathroom first and hop in the shower, “Loser!”

He walks around the corner and looks at you, “Alright. I see how it is.” He walk over to you and pins you to the shower wall.

“You going to show me just how it is, huh?”

He smirks and nods, “Damn right.”

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Thank you for being patient! I hope you like this!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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safarigirlsp · 2 years

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✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨ Halloween Schedule and Request Info ✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨

✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨ It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! ✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨

REQUESTS OPEN FOR HALLOWEEN

This is my favorite time of the year! And as far as I’m concerned, Halloween runs from September 1 - November 15, which then becomes Winter and Christmas through December 31! For the next two months, it’s full steam ahead for anything and everything related to Autumn and Halloween!

For the week of Halloween, October 24 - October 31, I’m going to be posting a big daily oneshot that will range in size from 5k to 25k! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure!

It’s possible there be other writing throughout this time too.

Halloween always results in some of my favorite AUs! Exorcist Jacques, Sleepy Hollow Kylo, Werewolf Flip, Magician Kylo, Vampire Jacques, and Black Knight Kylo!

Here is what’s on the menu for the week of Halloween, October 24 - October 31:

Monster Monday - Zombies, Cryptids, Mummies, Dragons, Killer Rabbits, and any Monsters not covered by another category. ☠️🎃🧟‍♂️

Transfusion Tuesday - Vampires! 🌙🧛🏻🌙

Werewolf Wednesday - Werewolves! 🌕🐺🌕

†hursday - Demons, Devils, Possession, Exorcists, Occultism, and any related themes. 🔥😈🔥

Phantasm Friday - Ghosts, Ghouls, Specters, Hauntings, and everything else that goes bump in the night. 👻🪦☠️

I Put A Spell On You Saturday - Witches, Magicians, Spells, Curses, and anything similar ✨🐈‍⬛✨

Sunday, Bloody Sunday - Murder, Mayhem, Slashers and Serial Killers. 🪓☣️🔪

My Official Lineup for the week will be announced October 1.

For big oneshots, I’m only writing for Jacques, Flip, and Kylo. I am open to ideas for Clyde and Henry that would be shorter.

Some AUs that I’m partial to that will make an appearance this year in some fashion are Vampires, Witches, Devils, Gunfighters, and vengeful Murderers if anyone enjoys those concepts too…

Please send me requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like. I’ll pick my favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few, and I’ll write a oneshot. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Read my Pinned Post & Masterlist for things I like if you want a leg up on getting a request written, and for things I won’t write. For those of you who are newer here, I don’t have much interest in requests like ‘a romantic everything with Kylo,’ and I’m looking for concepts I can turn into longer full stories.

Here is a Prompt Masterlist

Here is a Halloween Fic Masterlist

Here are my Halloween fics from last year

Please follow @kyloremus here and on Twitter bc she is going to be posting 31 days of Halloween edits!

Tagging some interest parties and accomplices!

@in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @gabesprincess @babbushka @young-frankenstein @iamburdened @mrs-zimmerman @reborn-rekall @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @maybe-your-left @rynwritesstuff @candycanes19 @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @mythrielofsolitude @ghoulian13 @icarusinthesea @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @woken-ariadne @clydesfavoritegirl @emi11ie @bensolodyad @danidanisara @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @durangoninetyfive @zillymaz @gotham-city-uber-driver @the-fangirl-diaries @when-witches-go-riding

#my stuff!#my writing #best #halloween

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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Thank you for celebrating 1000 followers and my return from Hiatus with me! Although it took some weeks to finish, the requests that were sent in were amazing! And now that (almost) everything has been posted, you can find all of the content from this event linked below! **This will be updated when the final two fics are posted!**

Smut is indicated with * — My fics are STRICTLY 18+

Combined Word Count: 15.7k+

Seashells (Commander Mills x f!Reader)

-> 1.9k+ ;; Mills is home from a mission and he can’t take another night without you promising to be his one.

Moon Magic (Commander Mills x f!Reader)*

-> 1.8k+ ;; You’ve missed Mills entirely too much and find yourselves relaxing in your favorite place, just past those old trees.

Little Poppet (Commander Mills x f!Reader)

-> 1.3k+ ;; Mills really loves being a dad, and tonight he’s so tired but he soaks up every single second.

Dragon’s Lair (Eddie Munson x f!Reader)*

-> 2.0k+ ;; After a private conversation with Eddie, you find yourself waiting for anything in his favorite arcade.

The Tide (Matt Organa-Solo x f!Reader)

-> 1.7k+ ;; You finally get to meet Matt’s mom, as his girlfriend and not just a girl in his circle.

Mrs. Infamous (Matt Solo x f!Reader)*

-> 0.0k ;; Matt catches you in a lie, so of course you have to learn your lesson.

Fluent with a Zipper (Steve Harrington x f!Reader)*

-> 3.6k+ ;; Steve’s got a crush and he might finally get to act on it.

Chapters (Paterson x pregnant!Reader)*

-> 2.0k+ ;; You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

That Girl (Maurizio Gucci x Chanel!Daughter)

-> 0.0k ;; It’s 1970, you’re the granddaughter of Coco Chanel— and you meet the grandson of the great, Guccio Gucci, Maurizio, by fate while you’re studying for an exam.

Her Love is my Religion (Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader)

-> 1.0k+ ;; Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

#masterlist #follower celebration #1000 follower celebration #commander mills #eddie munson #paterson #matt the radar technician #steve harrington #maurizio gucci

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

if anyone has any requests they’d like to submit, I’d love to have some fresh ideas in my inbox :)

at this time, I’m only accepting requests for Eddie Munson!!

here’s the link to my EDDIE MASTERLIST, in case you’d like a little sampling of my work before you request something. also, please take a peek at my REQUESTS FAQ post before popping anything in my inbox.

link to my INBOX for anyone that wants to submit!

thanks, y’all <3

#mrs-gucci #mrs-gucci requests #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #joe quinn #joseph quinn

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persefolli · 2 years

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𝙼.𝙸.𝙻.𝙵

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚌: 𝟻𝚔

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆!!! 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙰𝚐𝚎-𝙶𝚊𝚙

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Monday 9:45 AM

Marco: Armin

Marco: Armin get up!!!

Marco: ARMIN!!!

Armin: It's too early for this

Marco: Dress nicely and come over now!

Armin: Marco I don't feel like it

Marco: My dad has a new girlfriend

Armin: On my way

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Armin groaned and hopped out of bed, looking out of his window at the large backyard filled with nicely cut topiaries and ponds. After a few moments of his consciousness settling in, he walked over to his large walk-in closet and decided to put on a silk button up with dress pants. And for the sake of Marco's request, he unbuttoned the two top buttons on his shirt and threw on a Coach belt.

"Mr. Arlert are you ready for your breakfast?" He heard one of the maids call from outside of his room door. "Tell father I won't be joining this morning. I'm going over to the Bodt's today."

"Yes sir."

Armin walked over to his door and opened it up to his grand staircase. Yes, his family was rich, richer than rich, filthy rich, and it was all he ever knew. He currently was attending a private college that wasn't so far from home with his best friend Marco.

They have been inseparable since birth, even their parents went back to elementary school. They lived in a beautiful gated community that only the elite stayed in, and on occasion you could see the average A list celebrity walking their dog.

The thing the two boys had in common, was that they stayed humble. No matter how much they had or how much they made, they never tended to verbally brag. But their clothes and latest tech spoke for them.

Armin found himself climbing into a golf cart, and riding at least a few blocks down to Marco's place. They didn't have "blocks" in this gated community but the properties were so large it was hard to get anywhere by foot.

"Armin my brother!" He saw Marco standing in front of his house with open arms. He wore a similar outfit to Armin, but his shirt wasn't tucked in and he wore Gucci instead of Coach. Armin stepped out of the golf cart and was immediately met with Marco's arm around his neck. "Listen man, she's....a total hottie-"

"This is your stepmother we're talking about."

"That doesn't matter! She's bougie, smells like honey and vanilla, man her hugs are so warm."

Armin kept nodding as Marco whispered in his ear all about the new woman who had stepped foot into their lives. This came soon after the divorce with Marco's mother, who had an affair with an italian businessman a few years back. But clearly his father was able to rebound from that.

"Warning you now, they stare back."

"What?"

As soon as they got into the foyer they saw a girl, she was tanned and had freckles that littered her face, she seems a bit younger than Marco. She had a smug look on her face and she stuck her tongue out at Marco. "This is your boyfriend?"

"Hell no, this is my best friend."

"So your boyfriend."

"YMIR! Leave Marco alone." A woman called from up the stairs. "Fine." She rolled her eyes and walked out the side door towards the living room.

Armin looked up and widened his eyes at the sight. Like Marco described, it was a woman with full hips, love handles that fell outside of the tight juicy couture sweatsuit she had on. Her lips were plumped perfectly and that new boob job was definitely adding on to her glow.

"Excuse my little peach. I'm Y/N." You walked down the steps and reached your hand out to Armin. He was too focused on your breasts to notice the small yorkie you had in your left arm. But he quickly cleared his throat and shook your hand. "I'm Armin, next door neighbor, Marco's best friend."

You smiled and nodded, not glazing over the fact that he was staring at your cleavage. "Well, you boys have fun now, if you need anything i'll be in your fathers office." You jumped and skipped down the hallway towards Mr. Bodt's office. "Man if she wasn't my dad's girlfriend."

"You're a sick man Marco."

The two of them walked up the stairs towards Marco's room. But Armin couldn't stop thinking about that interaction with you. You looked him in the eyes, and he could've sworn he saw a glint of lust in your eyes. Or maybe that was his dick talking.

"You're so sexually deprived, a woman's touch gave you a hard on. Embarrassing." Marco groaned. Armin gasped and looked down at his tightened pants. He placed one hand down to cover it and his other hand smacked Marco's shoulder. "I woke up with it!"

"Armin you're a good man , but not a good liar."

Armin huffed knowing that Marco was right. He wasn't the one to have lots of girls that wanted him. At least not genuinely. But seeing a woman like that, around him, an authoritative figure, it intrigued him.

Before the two made it to the room Armin paused and turned on his heels. "I need a glass of water." Marco paused. "Now you're making it obvious, we all know you only drink Fiji water."

"No seriously, I'm going to faint." Armin groaned and placed his hand on his face. Marco waved him off, walking towards his room. "And bring me one too."

Armin was surprised that his decoy worked. He was a good liar, in a way. On the way to the kitchen downstairs he had to pass by the office, and he hoped he could catch a glimpse of you. But the door was closed, and a do not disturb sign was placed on the handle. He slowed down, not as eager anymore. But there was no denying what was going on behind that door. He could hear Mr. Bodt's moans muffled from behind the door.

Oh to be Mr. Bodt.

In a span of minutes he had forgotten that you were a grown woman that was dating a man who was considered a second father to him. He held on tightly to the two water bottles in the kitchen. He was jealous.

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Armin started to come as often as he could without making it obvious to anyone in the household that he was coming solely to see you.

He had also invested in making a "spam account" to stalk your socials, retracting his ideals of having no social media. Armin paid attention to the name brands you liked, the material of your clothing, and what places you visited.

He wanted to pull a secret admirer stunt, the only thing stopping him was money, and that anyone could uncover the person behind the packages. And that is why Armin staged the set up through an influx of people.

He walked up the steps to the home but before he could ring the doorbell Marco opened the door. "Are you ready to go?" He said referring to the dinner they had to go to with their fathers.

Every year the two families got together to have dinner, no matter what. So they expected to see their mothers and new husbands. "This is going to be a shit show." Armin said. "Of course. My mom is a bitter ass bitch, no way she's gonna keep it cordial with Y/N and my father."

The two boys walked out the door to the black SUV when Marco paused at the sudden arrival of the mailman. The mailman hopped out of the truck and walked up with two packages. "Delivery for Y/N L/N and....Ymir L/N."

Marco held out his arms and nearly fell holding the two packages. "What the hell did they order?" He strained out. Armin shrugged, internally laughing at the arrival of the packages. He did have to go overboard and get something for Ymir too, but it was worth getting that head start. This would be his first gift of many to come.

"Just set it down now and let's go, I refuse to be late because you want to be nosy." Armin stepped into the SUV. Marco dropped the packages and hopped into the SUV after Armin.

Thank the gods for gapped seats and blackout windows. Armin kept his cell phone brightness low so no one could see the contents of his phone in the reflection of the window. A notification popped up letting him know that you had just posted, and he wasted no time in clicking on that notification and viewing the photo. It was a picture of your cleavage, a sneak peek of the dress you were wearing tonight. You had one hand on your boob flaunting the golden bangles and rings you had on your hand. He could nearly feel your fresh aura from through the phone. He was now excited to get to the venue.

The spot was a rented out seafood place that was right off the docks and it sat right over the coastline. As the two boys joked and laughed together walking down the dock they ran into Marco's mother and her new husband. The same man she had an affair with years prior. Marco's smile dropped and he rolled his eyes, attempting to walk past his mother. "Excuse me? You want to act like you don't know me now?"

"Hi."

His mother scoffed and clutched onto her husband tighter. "What do you think it'll be this time, a jealous outburst or leaving the place drunk." She said referring to a previous dinner that took place before Y/N came around. "I think he'll be on his best behavior, he has a guest i'm sure he's keen on impressing." Marco turned around and started walking into the restaurant while his mother shouted "Wait." As an attempt to stop him from going in.

"Damn we can't even walk into the restaurant without something happening." Marco shook his head. They made out onto the seaside patio that overlooked the wet rocks and the harsh waves. It was a beautiful sight. What was even more beautiful was you. Armin nearly lost his breath seeing you facing the building, with your backdrop being the pink and orange sunset. It complemented your pink, orange and yellow deep plunge V neck dress. You were busy tapping on your phone with those long white nails of yours. Your hair was in a super long wavy ponytail, which indicated that you had just gotten your hair done not too long ago. But short or long hair looked great on you. And Armin wanted to see it all.

"Boy! Come say hi to your mother."

Armin looked over to see his own mom smiling gleefully. He smiled back and nearly crashed into her arms. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too baby. How's college?"

Armin shrugged and shook his head. "The same old boring college you went to mom." She sighed and sat down, patting the seat next to her. Which also happened to be right across from you.

Then Marco sat next to Armin, and the two seats that sat alone at the other edges of the table were occupied by Marco's mother, and Marco's father on the opposite side. You sat close to Marco's father, then Ymir sat next to Marco's mother's husband.

Overall the seating of the place was messy. You finally sat your phone down and quietly snatched Ymir's phone from her hands. "Mommmm!" She whined out. "You're gonna be seen as disrespectful. Do this for me please?" You clasped your hands together and pleaded with Ymir as if she was a friend, and not your daughter. Marco's father cleared his throat and finally spoke up. "Well, when you guys are ready you can order. Mrs. Arlert it's good seeing you again. How's Japan?"

"It's beautiful there, the children are eager to learn english, I just started to teach the adults though." She said. Armin's mother always worked overseas, and she rarely came home unless it was the annual dinner or if someone was on the brink of death. "But look at you! Your hair is growing out and my, don't think I didn't notice the two new additions," His mother said looking at Y/N and Ymir. "How did you two meet?"

"Well-" Both you and Mr. Bodt started, but after a few chuckles Mr. Bodt pointed to you and let you tell the story for yourself.

"I was working at Oceanside Pines, and Marcus wouldn't stop following me around on his little golf cart, no matter how many times he tried to play it off. But...he ended up being a sweet man and we just hit it off from there." You smiled completing the story.

"That's so sweet, and you look so young...what fillers do you use?" Marco's mother spoke up. Both Armin and Marco clenched their jaws and looked over at her. But you didn't let the comment get to you and you laughed it off with her. "I don't use filler, I just have great genes. I do have slight lip filler though." You confessed. That didn't matter at all to Armin, he still admired you amidst the procedures you had gotten done.

Armin could tell Marco's mother was feeling jealous, but that served her right for everything she put everyone through. The waiter came by and pulled out a notepad. Mr. Bodt pointed to you and the waiter immediately came and kneeled between you and Ymir. "I'll have the crab legs and crawfish." Ymir ordered.

"I'll have the shrimp alfredo, and how good is the Merlot?"

"We get shipments straight from the vineyards of France."

"Please get me a glass of that....a big one please." You enunciated causing the waiter to laugh a little. Armin took that mental note, now knowing the beverage that you often flaunted on your instagram stories. "So is your daughter enrolled in any institutions nearby?" Marco's mother spoke up. "I currently attend highschool in West Hollywood, the same one I went to before we moved."

"That's so far, you must get up early every morning. But..isn't it mainly public schools over there?"

Ymir cocked her eyebrow and nodded. "Well, yeah. Is that a problem?" Marco's mother widened her eyes and shook her head. "Of course not! I was just curious, since you know, the whole change in lifestyle."

Ymir chuckled. "The only thing that changed is my location and my mothers happiness." Ymir was a bright girl. Marco and Armin had gotten accustomed to her blunt nature pretty fast, but that also meant she could practically smell when someone was being shady, and Marco's mom was not concealing her pettiness. "Well it seems like everyone is doing so well," She looked around the table. "What a shame you couldn't get your act together when we were still married."

"Mom." Marco said sternly. "Don't start."

"What? I'm just saying." She chuckled and looked over at you. The waiter came at the perfect time, bringing out everyone's food and drinks so the conversation could shift. Armin watched you take small sips from your wine and push stray strands of hair behind your ear. He felt bad for you, even more so angry that Mr. Bodt put you in this predicament. He could tell you were uncomfortable, and he wanted nothing more to just have you and him enjoy the dinner.

"Are you still doing okay in your finance class?" You spoke up. Armin looked up from his plate and realized you were talking to him. He quickly cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, way better." He looked at his mother to explain. "I fell behind, because I got distracted, but i'm back on top again."

"Is it a girl?" Armin's mother smiled and wiggled her brows. Now all eyes were on him and he stammered, looking back towards you. "No! No girls in my life right now."

Ymir started laughing and wiped at her eyes. "A sad life you're living buddy."

"Do YOU have a boyfriend? Exactly, leave my bro alone." Marco playfully got onto Ymir. "No I don't, but I have been trailing this blondie in this private school not too far from the house." She stuck her tongue out at Marco. "Reisses daughter?!" Marcus said in surprise. "I didn't know she- Well," He cleared his throat.

You started chuckling as you took another drink of wine. "All jokes aside though, whatever woman you have your eyes on should be lucky to have a guy like you pursue her." Marco nodded and slapped Armin's back a few times. "Seriously, you're a good guy, any girl would be lucky to have you."

Armin smiled and nodded, taking in the compliments from almost everyone at the table. He looked at you with glossy eyes and you held up your glass as if you were cheering towards him. He had never wanted you more.

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Friday 10:45 PM

Armin: Marco I think I left my purple suit at your house, I need it for my dad's convention tomorrow.

Marco: I'm not home, me and dad just left for the weekend, you have the keys

Armin: I just didn't want to go in your house without anyone there

Marco: Y/N or Ymir should be there, but either way you shouldn't be afraid to go there, that's literally your second home.

Armin: Yeah whatever, talk to you later

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It had been two weeks since Armin had been over to Marco's place. He needed to cool down after the dinner, and also tone down on coming to see you. He didn't hold back from sending gifts though. He got notifications almost every other day about the package being delivered.

He knew you would probably be meeting up with Mr. Bodt, so he threw on a T- Shirt, sweatpants, and slides and walked out into the night. Since it was so late he had to drive the golf cart himself to the home.

It seemed that everyone was gone or asleep since the windows were dark. And the fountains were turned to a lower setting. Armin got off the cart and walked up to the home, taking the keys from his pocket and unlocking the door. And he almost jumped out of his skin seeing a dark figure on the staircase.

"Oh my gosh Armin!" You shouted. He could see your arms moving in a twisting motion. "I had my titties out and shit, what brings you here this late?"

Armin cleared his throat and reached for the light switch to turn on the foyer lights. You were standing there in fuzzy slides and a Versace robe that was clearly too big. But Armin was happy to see you wearing it. After all, he did buy it.

"I need to get my purple suit. I thought you would be with Marcus and Marco."

You scoffed and flared your nostrils. "I hate that business stuff. I don't know how to do math, so I hate it." Armin chuckled and shook his head. "Business isn't all math you know."

"Yeah but like, it's a lot of numbers so..." You shook your head and placed your hands in your armpits. "Join me for a quick drink."

"No i shouldn't-"

"NOOOOOO." You mocked back. "Come one. One drink won't hurt."

Armin sighed and started walking towards the kitchen behind you. He couldn't help but to look down at your behind as you walked. He wondered if you were naked underneath, or if it was just his imagination running wild.

He stood at the opposite side of the kitchen and watched you take out a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Is Ymir asleep? I'd expect her to be up this late."

"No, she's over that blonde girl's house. Her first sleepover ever."

Armin nodded and grabbed the cup you slid over to him. The two of you sat in silence as you drank. And the eye contact you two held was intense. "Thank you for the gifts."

Armin immediately started choking and set down the glass, covering his mouth as he coughed to get the wine out of his windpipes. "I didn't-"

"You have very distinctive handwriting, I recognized it after seeing your signature in one of Mr. Bodt's files." You tilted your head and smiled. "Well, I just wanted to give you a warm welcome so-"

"That letter seemed more than a warm welcome to me. It was sweet. Romantic." Armin sighed and dropped his head in defeat, he should've known adding the letter would've given him away, but he didn't know that you would notice so quickly.

"And I assume you're oceaneyesAR on instagram?"

"My gosh." Armin said tugging at the collar of his shirt. He definitely didn't expect you to be as smart as you were, in the most respectful manner possible. You took another sip of wine and laughed. "Don't be embarrassed, we all do a bit of stalking sometimes."

"Well when you put it like that...it is a little creepy, i'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." You smacked your lips and set the glass down. "You're always the first to like my posts, that's why I posted that picture the day of the dinner, to confirm my suspicions."

"Damn it, I'm sorry, It's totally inappropriate of me to-"

"It's fine. I like the attention."

Armin shook his head and picked up the wine glass, downing it in one gulp. "You understand I'm like...damn near 40 right. I'm old enough to be your mother."

Armin nodded. "That didn't matter to me though, you're a smart and beautiful woman, age shouldn't matter." You smiled and trailed your finger around the edge of the counter. "So does that mean you're done?"

"Done with what?"

"The gifts and stuff, I'd thought you'd let me show you the clothes you bought me."

Armin stammered and held his hand out to the Versace robe you had on. "That's all I need to see."

"Really?" You walked over to his side of the counter and hopped on the counter. "Not the bikini you got me? Or the lingerie?"

"I didn't send you-"

"You sent me a gift card and that's what I bought with them." You smiled. Armin had his mouth hanging wide open as he nodded. "Ohhhhh. Okay..."

"I only wore this for my comfort, I had no idea you were coming." You disclosed. "But, It wouldn't be fair to you if I wore this for Marcus so," You untied the fuzzy belt that went around your robe and pulled it aside, slightly showing off some black lingerie you had on. Armin started to choke on air again and looked up into your eyes to avoid looking down there.

"You get so flustered, when was the last time you've been this close to someone."

"Never." Armin blurted. "So you're a virgin?"

"No, but, it wasn't like this, it was just something quick so I could have a body."

"So i'll be your second." You leaned in to him, but was surprised to feel Armin yank you in by the waist and start kissing you all over. He kissed your cheek, your lips, your neck. All while kneading your hips in his hands.

"Armin-" You moaned in his ear as he continued kissing your neck. This set him off even more, and he picked you up off the counter and held you around his waist while kissing you still. He had to pause though in order to walk up the stairs, but that didn't stop you from attacking and nibbling on his ear.

"Guest room." You huffed out. He squeezed your ass tightly and walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As soon as you got into the room you hopped off of Armin and dropped the robe. Showing off the entire lingerie set you had bought. You heard the lock click and you crawled onto the bed.

Armin speed walked over to the bed and immediately crawled on top of you. Your back against his chest and your ass against his crotch. You gasped feeling him start to grind against you. He was breathing heavily in your ear so you reached one arm up to rub the back of his neck.

"Need me to suck you off."

"N-no i'm hard enough."

You removed your hand from his neck and moved it towards your back, unclipping the bra and letting it fall off to the bed. Armin quickly moved back and pulled off your thong, along with his sweatpants. A moment of heavy breathing filled the room, until you moaned out feeling Armin entering you.

"Shit." He grunted. He then leaned back over you, placed one hand against the bed and the other found itself gripping your hip bone. Armin started thrusting into you, finding his rhythm in the midst of it, pulling you back into him with his one hand. You were leaned into the bed, moaning into the covers and gripping the sheets as his dick dragged along your walls.

"Armin- Go deeper." You encouraged him. But he stopped thrusting and pulled out. He pushed you to the side and crawled on top of you. You now lied on your back and he had a full view of your naked body.

"Slow down, I'm not going anywhere."

He once again lined up with your hole and sunk into it again. "Fuck Armin!" His hand crept up to your boob and his lips found its way to your neck. Every inch of your body was slick with sweat. And the heat that radiated around your bodies became more intense. This wasn't pro fucking but it was something compared to Marcus. He didn't focus on your body like Armin did. Your climax wasn't even his top priority. So having your neck drenched from his saliva, and his dick ramming into you over and over made you ecastic.

You dug your nails into his back as you got closer to your climax. "Mmmmm Armin right there." You grabbed his chin and guided him to your lips. And you gladly opened up for him to shove his tongue in, messily making out with you. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Armin sat up quickly as he emptied himself in you and on your stomach. You could tell he was frustrated that he didn't pull out on time, but that was the least of your worries.

"Clean me up." You heaved out. Your vision was hazy and your face was blushed pink from the heat. Armin nodded and got down on his knees, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. "Armin that's not- Keep going." You moaned out. You kept clenching, feeling his soft, short licks against your sensitive, throbbing clit. You squealed and lifted your leg up, holding it with your arm so you wouldn't be squirming so much. But Armin pushed your leg back further, and leaned up devouring you even deeper.

"So good," Armin muffled between your lips. He then moved his tongue down and started thrusting it in and out of your hole. You ran your hand up his undercut and gripped his hair tightly. Your eyes were fluttering and your stomach was dropping, all while your voice started to go hoarse from whining out so much. You bucked your hips into his warm mouth as he continued to eat you up.

"Armin, I'm gonna come." You cried out. Armin tilted his head to the side so he was able to flick your clit faster and harder. You screamed out, as you arched and convulsing on the bed.

Armin scrambled and hovered over you, pecking and kissing your lips, with a bit of nibbling in between. You moaned into him and grabbed the back of his neck as the two of you kissed deeper. He reached his hand down and started drawing soft long circles on your clit. "If you ever, need some pussy, don't hesitate to hit my line." You said between kisses.

Armin groaned and nodded, stopping to place his nose against yours. "I don't think I'll need anyone else's after this."

---

The two of you were able to keep the affair under wraps for a long while. You were still with Marcus, but you appealed to Armin without him noticing. You posted revealing photos on your instagram. Along with wearing his gifts onto the expensive trips you took. Everyone assumed you just went online shopping all the time. The two of you weren't able to have sex as much because Marcus was always around, but those weekends where they left for their father and son trips, was when you two leaped at the opportunity. The only person who got a whiff of the affair was Ymir, but she didn't care because apparently this isn't the first time you were fucking around with two rich guys at the same time.

Nonetheless Armin didn't care, and you were happy with both men.

And Armin didn't mind having a M.I.L.F on his arms.

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