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[cheriladycl01]

Fast Cars on the Island - Oscar Piastri x LoveIslandContestant! Reader Part 1

Plot: Your an engineer for Mclaren and you were asked as a PR stunt to go onto Love Island. You would keep your job of course but Mclaren wanted some more media traction.

A/N: I know they would never do this, and that's why its fiction!

Credit to brawn-gp for the GIF

You'd basically been an intern during your placement year at McLaren as an engineering university student. They then kept you on as an employee to work with them while you completed your final year of university.

That was in 2023, it was now 2025 and you were 23 years old and had worked for McLaren for the last few years.

In recent years PR for the teams was all getting the same. They made the funny and treading tiktoks, they did the 0.5 pics, and they made the memes which never got old. But all the teams were looking for something new... something refreshing. So when the team came forward with the idea for someone to go on Love Island, Zac Brown hated the idea.

He thought it was ridiculous.

It was ridiculous.

But after some thought of how Lando and Oscar, the stellar boys of his team... young and energetic brought like likeability and youth too McLaren that everyone loved. He then realized that this would give someone in McLaren a larger platform to open up too and show the ins and outs of McLaren and it would gain way more viewers from a different group of people.

So once the car for 2025 had been created he went through a long list of all the potential candidates he'd ask to apply. Maybe he could even see if he could sway ITV in anyway.

Obviously he looked at the social media girls and then any of the mechanics that they could let loose for the potential of 10 weeks. But the one that struck him the most was you. Y/N Y/L/N.

You were the perfect candidate, you were an engineer and travelled with McLaren from race to race working on the car's performance and helping the strategists when it came to optimizing car performance with driver ability.

So that's why you were currently sat in the ITV studio doing your little interview for your introduction.

You were a little gutted they told you they wanted you in on this project as you had a massive crush on driver number 81 Oscar Piastri and you knew both him and Lando would be watching you.

The Love Island Intro:

"My love life is non-apparent I think I've had a closer relationship with my car than a man!" you joked halfway through the interview when they'd asked you about your love-life.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm 23 years old from London! I work for a Formula 1 Team, McLaren Racing as an Engineer" you smile looking at the camera shuffling on your seat a little bit adjusting you dress.

"The lights a really bright in this studio I think my makeup's running!" you say as a makeup technician comes out fixing your under eye a little.

"I think my last relationship was my first year of University and it lasted for about a year" you answer with a thoughtful look up.

"I think he got fed up with me! At that point i was very career focused and I still am." you answer the prompted 'and why was that' question asked to you.

"I'm not fussy when it comes to looks, but I tend to go for sporty guys that are taller than me and treat me well! My dad always told me, find yourself a man that will treat you how they treat their Vintage Pontaic and I've lived by that ever since!" you admit with a little laugh.

"Where I work in such a fast paced and big industry I'm very much a socialite and people person so i can imagine I'll make friends quickly in the villa" you answer again the question they asked you.

Walking into the Villa:

You step into the Villa, you of course were wearing a Papaya Bikini with a matching coverup in the form of a cardigan but sheer.

You walk through thanking the driver before walking into the villa looking around in awe.

Maybe it wasn't the worst thing spending your entire summer here. The only thing was you were gutted you wouldn't be updated on how your team was doing at any point! This year the villa was in Greece, it had been completely reformed with the pool being more like the one from season 1 where it had the beach sort of style to it.

You round the corner seeing two gorgeous girls sipping on champagne.

"Oh, look its another girl!!! OMG HEY!!!!" the first girl shouts beckoning you over.

"Hey!" you exclaim walking over as quickly as you could in the heels you were wearing.

The first girl pulls you into a hug kissing either one of your cheeks while gripping both your arms, she was pretty tall as well around 5'11, whereas you were around 5'7 in the heels you were sporting.

The next girl hands you a drink before kissing your cheek.

"So girl! What's your name, how old are you?" the first girl asks.

"Y/N! And I'm 23! What's your names?" you ask politely before taking a sip of your champagne.

"I'm Millie, and this is Auriela!" she smiles pointing to the other girl.

Seconds later another female enters the Villa with a shrilly sort of shriek, looking around at the place.

"Omggggggg! Heyy girls whats going on!" she says in a strong Scottish Accent.

Your then introduced to Zavi before you all get chatting about what you like in boys.

Oscar and Lando's Reaction:

"Damn, who knew she looked like that under team gear!" Lando compliments shamelessly checking her out as they slow-mowed her walk out on screen before showing her intro video.

"Yeah, she's pretty" Oscar says quietly while respectfully looking her over.

Oscar had a crush on you from when he was a reserve driver for Alpine and he saw you on work experience in McLaren from the end of the 2022 season and before he joined all the way through till the September of 2023. You then were in the MTC a lot between Uni, so he saw you a lot during the winter break before you were off for your finals.

You rejoined McLaren in May of 2024 for the Monaco GP where you cam with revolutionary upgrades for Zac Brown to oversee.

And you'd been with them ever since, always in Oscar's mind as the pretty engineer who not only made his cars race fast but made his heart race just as fast too.

He watched as she said she liked sporty guys, maybe he had a chance if she didn't fall in love while in there.

"That other girls pretty fit! Mille is that her name?" Lando comments but it goes straight over Oscar's head where he's so honed in on you.

Meeting the Boys:

The presenter had you all stood in the pool, and she explained how she was about to bring the boys out one by one.

"Okay first boy. Please come out and introduce yourself!"

"Hey ladies, all looking beautiful today, my name is Jai I'm 25 and I'm a training Surgeon!" he smiles holding both hands together as he looks at all of you.

"Okay ladies, step forward if you like the look of Jai!" she says and both Millie and Zavi step forward. You don't step forward as you can imagine he's pretty busy as a doctor and your schedules would clash too much.

"Oh woah, you've got too girls that have stepped forward for you Jai, what are your first thought, we feeling good?" she asks and he nods.

"Yeah, I mean they are both gorgeous ladies!"

"Okay lets find out more. Zavi, why did you step forward?" the presenter asks and she smiles.

"We're both doctors, so i think we'd make a pretty good match, we'd have lots to talk about. Yeah and your very handsome!" she says shyly and the presenter nods.

"Awesome and Y/N you didn't step forward, just keeping you options open?" she asks and you shake your head.

"You of course are very attractive and seem like a really funny and kind guy, but I travel a lot for work and I think with you being a doctor our schedules would result in a major clash unfortunately!" you explain, with a guilty look.

He nods in understanding before he goes and stands next to Zavi in her white bathing suit.

"Our first couple, Jai and Zavi!" she says and you all clap as Jai walks next to her placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Okay, our second boy everyone say hello to Chris!" she introduces and another man comes walking through the double glass doors.

"Hey, I'm Chris I'm 22 and I'm a Celebrity Hairdresser" he smiles waving shyly before tucking his arms behind his back.

"Okay girls you know what to do!"

This time only Auriela steps forward. You stay in your position along with Millie.

"Okay, so Auriela has stepped forward for you Chris! Aurelia why did you step forward!" she asks and Auriela laughs.

"Holy hell have you seen him? Hi I'm Aurelia" she smiles playfully at him, he looks down a small blush on his cheeks.

"Millie, you didn't step forward this time. Any reason?" she asks.

"Little disheartened after Jai, but I'm sure my times coming. Just not with Chris, sorry my ex is a hairdresser!" she laughs off her reasoning before he ends up choosing Aurelia.

"Our second couple Chris and Aurelia!"

"Okay, Boy 3 please make yourself known!" she exclaims and another very handsome man comes strolling out. He immediately sends a wink your guys' way and pulls the presenter in to kiss her cheek in a friendly manner.

"Hi, my names Daniel, I'm 25 and I'm a footballer" he smiles crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Okay, ladies please step forward if you like the look of Daniel" the presenter smiles. You, Millie and Aurelia all step forward.

"Sorry" Aureila says turning round to look at Chris.

"Woah, that's the most we've had step forward! And this is in fact that first time we've had Y/N step forward" the presenter says and he looks between you and Millie trying to determine who it was.

"The one in Orange!" she exclaims and he looks at you, small smirk on his face.

"Hello beautiful" he compliments and you smile at him.

Eventually after she asks Millie who pleads her case heavily, he goes with her. You step back a little sadly and he looks over to you in apology but you just nod with a smile understanding his choice.

"Okay our next couple Millie and Daniel!" she says and you all clap happily.

"Okay boy number 4 please step out and make yourself known" the presenter asks again.

"Hiya, all looking really beautiful ladies. I'm Aaron I'm 26 and I'm a freelance photographer" he introduces before making a little side joke.

You, and Zavi step forward.

"So you've got Y/N who only stepped forward for one other boy stepping forward for you in Orange and isn't currently coupled up. Then you've got Zavi's who currently with Jai" she explains and he nods.

"But of course you can choose any girl even if she's not coupled up! Y/N why did you step forward?" she asks looking at you.

"You are very handsome obviously, has that sky book guy vibe about him. But I think your photography career would go wild if you came travelling with me for my job!" you smile looking at him.

She asks Zavi why she changed her mind from Jai giving a generic answer about keeping her options open before she questions Millie and why she didn't step forward.

"Aaron, please go stand next to the girl you'd like to couple up with" the presenter says and he walks standing next to you. He places a kiss on your cheek.

"You look stunning by the way" he smiles looking down at you making you blush and elbow him to shut up. So you could see what the presenter was about to say.

"Now, all of you are happily coupled up, we have Y/N and Aaron, we have Millie and Daniel, Aureila and Chris and Zavi and Jai. However, please say hello to our final male contestant Charlie" she says and a blonde guy walks out full of confidence.

"£10 that he's out by week 2" you whisper to Aaron making him snicker a little before covering it up with a cough.

"Hi ladies, I'm Charlie I'm 28 and I'm a Physician" he smiles.

"Okay, so obviously all these ladies are currently coupled up, however you are able to choose any of them and break the couple they are currently in!" the presenter exclaims.

"Oooooof the whole lot!" he says flicking his hand looking over all of you.

"I'm going to make it easier for you and ask if the girls like the look of you for them to step forward. Please do so ladies on the count of three" she says and counts to 3.

When no-one steps forward he awkwardly shuffles.

"Come on ladies lets not be shy" he laughs, until the presenter deems no-one to step forward.

"Okay, I'll go with her in the Orange Bikini" he says pointing at you. You look away from Aaron in shock.

"Okay, Aaron please come stand here with me and Charlie please go stand next to Y/N" she says and you keep your eyes on Aaron as he walks away. He gives a nod to you and you nod back.

An understanding.

"Okay, these are our current couples, no more couplings will happen today!" she exclaims before she explains that you have time to explore the villa and get to know each other.

Oscar and Lando Reaction:

"Okay, no I understand that, good for her" Lando says shoving some plain popcorn into his mouth as he watched Y/N not step forward for Jai.

"I bet Y/N would step forward for me" Lando says as she rejects the second guy to come out Chris.

"Do you recon she'd step out for me?" Oscar asks looking over to his friend.

"Yeah mate. Your a catch. I even heard her say to Emma, the girl in marketing once that her fav accent is aussie!" Lando admits eyes glued to the screen as she steps forward for Daniel.

"She does!" Oscar exclaims looking at Lando making his pause the TV.

"Yeah, mate. Now lets watch coz this may be the future Mr Y/N in the paddock!" Lando says gesturing to the TV.

"Nah, that's foul. How you out there rejecting my girl Y/N Y/LN!" Lando screams at the TV in horror that Daniel had just gone with Millie.

They watch as the next guy walks out and Lando and Oscar raise eyebrows. It was a brown haired, brown eyed guy that did the beluga smile as he came out.

"She's so stepping forward for him!" Lando says pointing at Aaron.

"I'm already putting my money on them as winners" he comments again. And she does in fact step forward. He of course chooses her, no seconds thoughts needed. They watch as he compliments her and kisses her cheek.

"Dude, she defo had school girl crushes on us!" Lando admits seeing the similar attributes and mannerisms the mail had to the McLaren driver duo.

They wait until they see Charlie walking in.

“Nah man, he keeps eyeing her up! He’s gonna take her away from Aaron!” Lando explains, but Oscar is just unhappy that she’s coupled up with anyone in general.

He should have admitted to her ages ago that he was madly in love with her.

They then watched on as the girls all parted ways walking into the bedroom and makeup area where all their clothes were in the wardrobes with their names on!

The boys all sat around the campfire talking to each other. Not fully getting to know each other wanting to save that for dinner later on.

But Oscar didn’t know how much longer he could watch this if you were going to be flirting with people the whole time.

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[thegnomelord]

#32 with dombot!Alejandro, subbot!Rudy, and domtop!m!reader. reader find out Alejandro and Rudy made anonymous porn together before committing to the military

Sure thing dude, this got a bit of drama but it's mostly porn lol. I'm going to be taking reqs until 23:59 of December 1st so ya'll still have +- a day to request one of the remaining prompts. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Finding their OnlyFans account

CW: NSFW, reassuring sex(is that even a thing?), porn videos, riding, oral, cum eating. I wrote Spanish in italics.

The asses match.

Their asses match— is the only thing rolling in your skull, every other thought consumed by the high pitched moans ringing in your ears, your eyes focused not on the three masked sweaty bodies writhing against each other in coital bliss, but on a birthmark on one of their asses.

The same birthmark Alejandro has.

When some random dude texted you 'how does used pussy feel like? They're never going to forget me.' you thought it was a case of the mixed number. But then the guy sent you a series of porn videos and you would have ignored them besides having a chuckle at the shit titles- 'Latino twinks tamed by big cock' -had you not caught sight of a young guy with Alejandro's birthmark riding a cock in the thumbnail.

You ended clicking on the video. You shouldn't have.

One video lead you down a rabbit hole and it was like being a bystander at a car crash- a sort of morbid curiosity keeping you looking but unable to move your body. With their faces covered you couldn't tell their exact ages, but they looked young— no tattoos your fingers would absentmindedly trace, no scars you'd kiss, bodies still lean and soft.

You knew they had a life before you, you had no problem coming into their relationship nor did you think less of them... but it was still jarring at just how enthusiastic they were; legs shaking more than you could ever make them, riding the man and begging for 'more, more, more' like trained porn stars, moans loud and whiny like all the sense was fucked out of their heads, screaming out his name and clutching the bed for dear life.

The more you watch, the more you start comparing yourself with the guy in the videos, insecurity taking little nibbles on your mind for every difference you notice. You feel stupid for feeling this way, but your rational mind feels like it's being pushed through a shredder and you can't stop think—

Rudy's hand settles on your shoulder, rough but warm, and you jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet, eyes wide and phone clutched close to your chest like you'd just got caught looking at boobs in school.

"My life?" Rudy asks, confusion obvious on his face as his hand stays hovering in the air, once inviting but now reminding you of a hangman's noose. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yes!" You snap out on instinct, voice so rough and hard it makes him flinch back. You immediately back off, looking down with shame sitting like a boulder in your chest. "...no, I'm not."

You feel him close the distance, his calloused hands warm and gentle against your cheeks as he tilts your head to place a soft kiss on your lips before making you look at him. "Love, talk to me." He says, soft but firm.

"I...uh-" You shuffle your feet like a child, shoving your phone to him. "-this guy sent me this and... and I know it's you and Ale."

Rudy's eyes widen then narrow, face hard like he's facing off against a narco. He mutters something in Spanish that's too harsh and fast for you to fully understand, but you do catch a "-fucking bastard-" in the middle of it. Then he sighs, reaching down to tug you on sleeve, "Come here, my life."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he pulls you to the living room where Ale's watching football. "Hey, the match is starting, where have you two been?" He asks, but the second he looks at Rudy he's turning the TV off and you're left feeling like a kid at the principal's office while they quickly talk in Spanish.

"Alright," Alejandro breathes out, both of them turning their attention to you. "We may have filmed some pornos before we joined the military." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "That motherfucker that texted you was a guy we'd collab with frequently."

You nod your head, indicating them to keep talking because your own voice fails you. They explain how the guy got too annoying to deal with, feeling entitled to their time and attention and wouldn't leave them alone when they dropped him. He hassles them once in a while.

Once they're done explaining it you stand there, gnawing on your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. Rudy comes closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and your body leans into him like he's a spit of land in a raging ocean. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." It's the best way you can explain the strange combination of emotions and thoughts, the only way.

"If it helps," Alejandro sides up to you, one hand brushing your cheek, "He wasn't the best at sex."

"He was shit." Rudy says simply. "Made us swear off opening the relationship for a while."

A snort of laughter leaps out of your throat, "How bad do you have to be to get you two to swear off it?" You ask,

"He'd jackhammer me like a bull and wouldn't take instructions." Rudy says point blank.

"That's blunt." Another chortle escapes you, the two joining you and it feels good to break the tense atmosphere, like clearing the stagnant water of a pond.

"It's the truth," Alejandro adds, "Couldn't tell you how often we had to fake it." He comes closer to grab and squeeze your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

That makes your brows furrow, and you hate for showing how insecure you are but you can't help ask: "And with me? Do you-" They silence your voice and worry with a barrage of kisses, on your cheeks, your eyelids, brows, nose, and everything between, until you're responding in kind and you're all giggling like kids.

"How about we show you?" Alejandro suggests, smooth saccharine voice making Rudy's eyes darken and your heartbeat pick up. "Yes, my loves?"

You're distracted with hot kisses and firm touches to notice how you end up in the bedroom, only becoming aware of them takes a piece of clothing off along the way when you're sucking a hickey on a new piece of their bodies or when their lips are on yours, teeth nipping at your throat to suck matching hickeys on either sides of your neck while you fiddle with their belts.

You tumble into the wide bed, a mess of limbs that acted in sync like one living creature, your motions slow and firm and real as you slowly stretched out Rudy, your fingers slick with abundant lube and drawing soft, pleased sounds that Rudy moaned against Ale's hard cock. "You look so good, my loves." Alejandro breaths out, braced against the headboard and a pillow under his hips to give Rudy access to his hole.

"So good for me," You hum, insistently rubbing Ruby's prostate with your fingers and stroking his hard cock, your mind getting drunk off the way he tilts his hips into your hand and sighs, his tongue eagerly flicking around Alejandro's rim, letting himself be moved by Ale's hand in his hair to where Ale wants him. "You're squeezing so well around me." You kiss the swell of his ass, getting Rudy to squeeze harder around your fingers to prove your point.

Sliding your cock into Rudy until your balls rest against his makes all of you groan, spreading his walls open so well he moans into Ale's ass. You drape your body over Rudy's pinning him down like you know he loves, your eyes meeting Alejandro's as you pump your cock into Rudy's spasming walls, milking drops of pre with every thrust that has your cock bashing against his prostate.

"Go on, make our sky cum." Ale grins, roughly fisting his cock, mind swimming with pleasure from Rudy's tongue playing at his rim and the sight of you two so disheveled, flushed with heat and eyes hazy. It's his favorite part of sex— getting to see you and Rudy succumb to pleasure, freely giving as much as you take.

You nod, increasing your pace, balls slapping against his and hitting his special spot with the precision of a marksman, bullying your cock inside him until he's whining and moaning your name against Ale's skin, not as loud as he was in the porn video but much more real, body and soul bared to take what you give and you give and give and give until you push him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand and spewing seed on the sheets, pulling you down with him and you don't attempt to pull out, shoving yourself balls deep and flooding his belly with your cum.

You breathe to catch your breath before reaching over to help Alejandro cum too, but he bats your hand away. "No, no, no, I have another idea." He grins, the confident lust in his eyes making you harden up in an instant and you know the second Rudy notices it when he clenches around you, his walls giving a wet creamy 'squelch' around you. "Can you two keep up?"

You let Ale push you onto your back, supporting Rudy's hips and uncaring of your cum dripping down on your face as you swiftly pull him down to sit on your face, tongue darting out to eat him out. "Oh fuck- my love-" Rudy groans and unashamedly grinds his hips into your mouth, your tongue delving deep to scoop out your cum, swallowing it without complaint just to feel his walls quiver pitifully around your tongue.

"So good for us." Ale's quick to kiss him, straddling your hips, holding you by the base as he slinks down, hissing against Rudy's mouth at the burning stretch. He relishes the stretch, the feeling of having his body yield to yours, but more importantly he relishes how perceptive you are even when smothered in Rudy's perfect ass, bucking your hips into Ale's when he tries to rise up so you nail his prostate.

"Fuck-" Rudy whines, switching between your and Ale's names, hands roaming every inch of both of your skin while you continue to eat him out, making him spasm and twitch with overstimulation, his heart flutter at how eagerly you pleasure him, his cheeks and ears burning from just how wet you sound underneath him, your throat and jaw wet with spit and cum.

Alejandro sets a hard pace, hands bracing against your stomach to give him perfect balance to rise his hips until your tip's kissing his pulsing entrance and then dropping down, grounding out a rough "Yes, there-" when you buck your hips up to meet him halfway.

You float in bliss, your brain melting through your cock and skull pleasantly empty of everything other than them, though that might be because of slowly depleting oxygen, but you'd be happy to die like this if it made Rudy moan like he's doing now. Ale's tight heat makes you groan, feeling both of them flutter and clench around you, feeding the burning heat in your belly and fuck you're approaching your peak quickly.

You don't know who cums first but it triggers a chain reaction, liquid pleasure rushing like a heatwave through your veins until you're shooting your cum deep into Alejandro's spasming walls that milk you until you've deposited your last drop inside him.

You're all so exhausted you end up leaving washing up for morning, pulling the two men close to you. Rudy's already conked out and sleeping on your chest, lightly drooling.

"Adorable." Alejandro lazily runs his fingers through Rudy's hair, draped over your body, and you see his eyes are starting to droop just like yours.

"I love you." You say in Spanish, your heart doing a fluttering beat at the way Alejandro grins and nuzzles his head into your neck, laying a soft kiss between the numerous bruises they've left.

"I love you too. Both of you." That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep...

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[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 11/10/23

prompt: different first meeting

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Eddie's well acquainted with Hawkins Police Station at this point in his... entrepreneurial career. He probably couldn't count the amount of times he's been here on two hands, let alone one. Whether it's for being spotted with weed, or suspicious parents reporting his van for being parked in middle class areas of Hawkins, or just his slightly reckless driving style, he's been here a lot.

Nothing ever happens beyond a proverbial slap on his wrist. He thinks Chief Hopper's either got a secret soft spot for him, or he just pities him because he's poor. Whichever way, it works out for Eddie.

Which brings him to now. He's sitting at one of the benches by the secretary's desk, head tilted back to lean against the wall while Callahan does paperwork about Eddie's latest infraction, watching the clock on the wall opposite him as it ticks on. He wonders why the secretary is even still here.

It's pushing midnight at this point; he's been sat there for about twenty minutes now, and just wants to get home. But he has to wait for Callahan to call Wayne to pick him up, because he wasn't in his van when he got reported this time- he was just the unlucky last person to leave a party that some middle aged woman called the cops on. Whatever.

He's very bored, is the point.

Or at least he is until the Station's door swings open to reveal a very dishevelled looking Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Eddie's about to scoff and say something antagonising to the prior King of Hawkins High, someone he has heard a lot about, but has never gotten to officially meet. His fall from grace had been quick, and he doesn't talk to his old cronies anymore, but Eddie still holds a grudge. Never trust a jock.

But then he notices Steve's current state.

His curiosity is piqued by the pyjama pants paired with a hastily thrown on leather jacket, and the bedhead, and the puffiness around Steve's eyes. Very interesting. He'll stay quiet for now.

"Hey, Flo." Steve greets as he walks up to her desk, sniffing harshly afterward and bringing one hand up to hastily wipe at his eyes as he talks to the woman.

"Hey, kid. You looking for Hop?" Flo asks him, and Eddie's eyebrows raise at the obvious familiarity in the way she talks to Steve. Even more interesting.

"Yeah. He, uh, he in?" Steve shuffles uncomfortably as he asks that, and brings his hand down slowly to fit back into his jacket pocket. Eddie notes that it's shaking. (And if his eyesight were better, he would see the angry red crescent shapes on Steve's palms from his nails.)

"He's in his office right now. I'll go get him. Take a seat, okay?"

And with that, Flo gets up and disappears toward Hopper's office. Eddie watches Steve's shoulders raise as he takes in an aborted deep breath, head tilted back to look at the ceiling, and then as the shoulders sink again with a loud, shaky exhale. Steve seems to shake his head as he tries to take another deep breath, and fails again.

"Harrington, you good?" He asks, unable to take just watching him barely hold off a breakdown anymore.

Unfortunately, him speaking absolutely spooks Steve, who whips around to look at Eddie with wide eyes, and, oh. His eyes are bloodshot, and there are obvious tear stains on his face. Steve's cheeks flush when he registers who's sat there.

"Oh. Uh, hey, Munson." Steve greets, voice just as shaky as those attempted deep breaths have been, "I'm- yeah. Yeah I'm good."

Eddie snorts at the lie, and then pats the seat next to him.

"Dude, I just watched you shake in place for a solid twenty seconds. You are not good."

Steve manages a tiny smile at that, but it quickly wobbles as fresh tears seem to well in his eyes, and he looks at the ground. Oops. Eddie did not mean to cause that response, he swears!

"Hah, yeah, okay." Steve's voice breaks as he speaks, and he clears his throat awkwardly, his neck going a little flushed in embarrassment, "I'm just- I'm gonna-"

Steve never finishes his sentence, just vaguely gestures toward the direction of Hopper's office, and walks away.

And Eddie's left wondering what the hell is wrong with the fallen king, and why the hell he's seeking out Hopper for comfort instead of his own god damn parents?

part 2

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[33max]

Introducing the Summer of Cum!

The Summer of Cum is a whole month of cum focused prompts for nsfw writers! Prompts are just suggestions; feel free to shuffle the order, or even write your own ideas. The purpose of this fest is to have a steamy, horny, wet summer.

Use the tag #summerofcum2023 so we can read your works!

Day 1 - Coming Untouched

Day 2 - Orgasm Denial

Day 3 - Free Use

Day 4 - Come Inflation

Day 5 - Facial

Day 6 - Coming in Public

Day 7 - Come Swallowing

Day 8 - Multiple Orgasms

Day 9 - Premature Ejaculation

Day 10 - Cock Warming

Day 11 - Cinnamon Bun (coming on a pregnant belly)

Day 12 - Coming Dry

Day 13 - Moneyshot

Day 14 - Prostate Massage

Day 15 - Come as Lube

Day 16 - Snowballing

Day 17 - Precome

Day 18 - Come Slut

Day 19 - Creampie

Day 20 - Orgasm Delay

Day 21 - Pillow Humping

Day 22 - Felching

Day 23 - Coming in Pants

Day 24 - Cuckolding

Day 25 - Ball Massage

Day 26 - Come Marking

Day 27 - Coming Without Permission

Day 28 - Ruined Orgasm

Day 29 - Loss of Virginity

Day 30 - Thigh Fucking

Day 31 - Free Choice

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[cranberrymoons]

breaking frozen ground

prompt: uncle wayne adopts steve (@steddieholidaydrabbles) word count: 998 rated: t tags: fluff, gardening, appalachian wayne!! notes: this is part of the future fic series! it stands alone but takes place after Day 18 – a home for the holidays

welcome to Day 23 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

It’s a quiet morning, early enough that Eddie had just grunted and curled further around his pillow when Steve slipped out of bed and stumbled around the room looking for clothes. 

But Wayne’s awake, feet propped on the coffee table and paging through the local paper with a cup of coffee at his elbow.

He looks up when Steve enters, lifts his chin in greeting then turns over a page in his paper and goes back to it without a word. Steve pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot in the kitchen and carries it into the living room, curling in the corner at the other end of the couch. 

After a moment, when Wayne’s finished with his section of the paper, he folds it neatly in half and holds it out toward Steve, waiting for him to take it before moving on to the next.

They sit like that in comfortable silence for a long time, until Steve’s finished his coffee and Wayne has passed him the sports section before collecting both their mugs to carry them into the kitchen for a refill.

“Milk?” Wayne asks over his shoulder. It’s the first word either of them have said. Steve smiles to himself.

“I take it black, actually,” he says. Then, flipping over to read the score from last night’s Colts game, “Thank you.”

Wayne just grunts, giving him the small lift of a smile as he fills their cups. He squints out the window over the sink as he does. 

“Supposed to be warm out today,” he says, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Could use some help in the garden, if you’re up for getting your hands a little dirty.”

“Sure,” Steve says, accepting the refilled mug from Wayne. It’s the one that’s become his in the past few months, ever since he started sometimes spending the night here. It’s nothing special, just a faded Hawkins Tigers logo, but he likes the weight of it in his hand. “I’ve been meaning to ask if you wouldn’t mind some help, but I didn’t think there’d be anything to do until Spring.”

Wayne hums, nodding slightly. “Always something to do, son.”

---

Eddie’s still all but dead to the world when Steve reenters the bedroom to find something warm enough to wear outside – it might be a sunny day for December, but it is still December, after all. He stirs a little when Steve perches on the edge of the bed to tug on a thick pair of socks, head popping up from his nest of pillows, hair frizzing out around his head.

“Wha’s ‘at?”

Steve just grins, leaning over to brush a kiss over his lips. Eddie shuffles closer, drawing him in, until Steve places a hand on his chest and pulls back a few inches. 

“I’m going to help Wayne in the garden for a while,” he says. “Go back to sleep.”

“I’m awake now, though,” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “And way more interesting than a pile of old dirt in the backyard.”

He swipes his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip then follows it up with another kiss before slipping out of his hold to tug his sweater on over the faded Sabbath shirt that he’s got tucked into his jeans. Eddie groans and makes grabby hands for him, but Steve just smiles as he runs a last hand back through his own hair.

“Come meet us outside,” he says. “You can heckle us from the back porch, if you want.”

---

Wayne’s busy dragging piles of dead brush out of the beds when Steve makes his way to the backyard, and Steve pulls on a pair of work gloves before joining him, shoulder to shoulder as they pile sticks and pieces of fallen limbs against the side of the house for chopping into firewood. 

“Garlic has to freeze to grow,” Wayne tells him as they poke individual cloves into little holes in the freshly-revealed dirt before spreading a layer of leaves over the earth to cover it up. “It’ll be ready to pull up by the summer.”

Steve glances at him out of the corner of his eye. “Where did you learn all this?” 

Wayne sits back on his heels, pulling his work gloves off before running a hand back through his hair. He squints up at the thin sunlight overhead where it’s peeking through the clouds. 

“My dad,” he says after a moment. “Got us through the Depression like this, just sticking stuff in the dirt and waiting to see what popped up.”

Steve feels a small smile spread across his face, and he tilts his head to the side. “Did you grow up around here?” he asks. “Eddie’s never really said.”

Wayne lets out a little laugh, cheek dimpling on one side in the same way Eddie’s does whenever he’s thinking something through. 

“Nah,” he says after a moment. “We were down in West Virginia until after the war, then our parents packed us in the car and came here for better jobs.” He laughs again. “That turned out about as well as you think.”

Steve takes a breath and nods a little. The ground is cold under his knees, and his cheeks feel flushed from the chill in the air, the light sweat from the work they’ve been doing drying tight on his skin. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you did,” he says. “You know.”

He casts a look back at the house where he can see Eddie puttering around the kitchen, pulling breakfast together. When he looks back, Wayne is watching him with a quiet expression on his face, and Steve feels himself flush. He shrugs. 

Before either of them can say anything else, the back door slides open, and Eddie sticks his head out the door, hair pulled back from his face. He gives an exaggerated shiver. 

“I made pancakes,” he says. “For whenever you two are done rolling around in the mud.”

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[cowyolks]

SEEING IS BELIEVING

Pairing: Captain John Price x Female Reader

Prompt: He came home from deployment late every Christmas Eve, precisely right around the stroke of midnight. It installed a new tradition in the Price Household that your kids adored.

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Sexual innuendos, do children count as a warning?

(Based on the song I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus for @glitterypirateduck CoD Holiday challenge)

For the fifth time that night, you checked your phone, nervousness plunging in your gut when you had yet to hear word from John. The last time you had, he'd tiredly called saying he was at the airport, soon to be departing for home.

You glanced at the clicking grandfather clock, the reflection of Christmas lights portraying a glow that made it hard to read the hands that pointed to 23:45. Everything was ready and placed exactly where your boys had wanted it.

Flour still lay across the countertops and dirty dishes were scattered in the sink, minus the licked clean spoons once covered in cookie batter. You'd do the dishes tomorrow, after your sons opened their gifts and celebrated the return of their father.

As if he could hear your thoughts, you heard the soft jiggling of a key opening the deadbolt and a small shuffling. Your socked feet hit the ground in anticipation, a tired grin making its way across your face as you heard the faint grunt and fall of his boots hitting the ground.

He was finally home.

John heard your footfalls and turned, blue eyes locking with your own in such affection you felt yourself slowly warming. His arms outstretched, offering you the safe place between them.

"C'mere..." He whispered, his voice softer than it had been in months. Here there wasn't orders, or threats, or fear. Just his loving wife and boys. Laughter, love, and family was what he fought for.

You wasted no time, happy to be held and swallowed whole by the sheer size of his chest and biceps. He picked you up off the ground, swaying you slightly as you shivered against his cold skin and seeping frigidness of his coat. None of the cold mattered as his lips pressed lovingly to your own. The warmth heating you more than any furnace ever could. You'd missed the subtle taste of rich tobacco, and the scent of sandalwood and pine that encased him.

His large hands cradled the apples of your cheeks, just as your own hands settled upon the tense knots of his shoulders, loosely massaging them with a watery grin painted on your face.

You always missed him, but your heart never comprehended how much you had until he was in your arms again.

"I love you." You lamented, three tiny words that met more than anything you could ever feel or say. John seemed to understand, just as his forehead bopped against your own. "I love you too, darling. More than anything."

Then, the elegant chiming of the grandfather clock broke apart your loving embrace. You were late, and so was he. Quickly you gave him a peck of his lips, before whispering, "The gifts are in the garage, so is the suit, I'll go get boys, we will be down in five minutes."

You hustled to climb upstairs towards their rooms, but his hand caught your wrist before you could leave. Price brought you back to him, the scratch of his beard once again tickling your face as he kissed you one more time.

"Merry Christmas, love."

A sweet smile, "Merry Christmas."

You hurried up the stairs, not surprised to find your two boys, four and six with their eyes open, waiting excitedly for when you would come up and retrieve them to let them have a peak at the presents.

"I knew you wouldn't be asleep, you devils." You had joked, sweeping your robe further around yourself. Your boys beamed, eyes wide in wonder despite their lack of sleep.

"Is he here?" Your eldest asked, looking up at you with the same blue eyes he inherited from his father. Your youngest clung to your leg, near shaking in childlike anticipation.

"Didn't you hear the reindeer hooves on the roof?" You asked, heart nearly melting as they both let out childish squeals they attempted to mask with silence. "C'mon, I'm sure he is at our tree right now putting up your gifts, I hope you made the nice list!"

"Of course, I did! I protected you while Dad was away!" Your eldest puffed his chest, so immensely proud of his role in being the "man of the house" while John was away.

"You were very helpful and strong." You pinched his nose, giggling at the little wrinkle at the touch. "And my little man helped! Last week he picked up all his toys!" You ruffled the toddler's hair, lifting him up on your hip. He touched your cheek with his chubby fist, "Where Papa?"

You smiled, kissing him upon his rosy cheeks. "He will be here as soon as you wake up tomorrow morning." You promised. "Now who wants to see if we can sneak a peek at Santa?"

"Me!"

"Okay c'mon, make sure you be quiet." You whispered, watching humorously as your eldest began to walk on his tiptoes, going so slow you had to wait a couple seconds before he met you at the top of the stairs.

"Go ahead." You ushered him on, watching as he began to tip toe down the wooden stairs. You followed after him, just as your little one put his finger to his lips, muttering a shh, as a ringing bell met your ears.

Your son took the last step down the stairs, looking up at you for permission to look around the doorframe. You nodded, settling both of your sons in the correct position to get a good look. Carefully, they both peaked onwards, towards the lit-up tree.

"I see him!" Your eldest called, possibly too loud, because as you peaked too, you could see broad shoulders shake in laughing amusement. John had the red coat laced in white fur over his back, the signature hat upon his head. His back was turned to the stairway, hiding his familiar features, despite his face being covered in a cheap, white, curly beard.

Your youngest squealed as John bent down to pull a red and green wrapped present out of his bag, placing it gently down under the tree. "Shh, or he'll hear you." You warned lightly, sneakily pulling out your phone to take a picture of your boy's lit up expressions to show your husband later.

After watching several more presents be placed under the tree, you ushered your boys back up the stairs, their smiles permanently staining their lips.

"Mum, did you see the size of that gift?"

"Yes, I did, now go to sleep so you can open it first thing tomorrow morning." You instructed, nearly laughing as both your boys pulled back their covers and flopped into their beds. With gentle kisses to their foreheads, you shut the door behind them, slowly making your way back down the stairs where John would likely still be unloading gifts.

He heard you, but didn't turn around, grunting slightly as he put the last gift under the tree. "Went all out this year, I see." He sighed, moving the white beard with his exhale. You approached, looping your arms around his back and kissing his shoulder blade against the red coat he wore.

"That's not even all of it." You teased, playfully smacking his rear with a padded thud. John turned, a playful eye roll giving away his amused adoration. "Oh yeah?" He caught onto the hint of seduction in your tone.

Your fingers curled around the faux beard, twisting it slightly against your nails. With a gentle tug, you pulled it away from his chin, placing a slow and devilish kiss upon his lip, sucking slightly on plump muscle.

"How about you take me to bed, Santa?"

He laughed heartily, picking you up by the waist, your legs wrapping around him. "With pleasure."

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #call of duty #captain john price #captain price #John price #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #John price x reader #codholiday2023

[hbyrde36]

STWG Drabble 9/30/23

Prompt: Drunk talk

It was 2am, and Steve was sitting on the kitchen floor huddled around the phone, gripping the handset like it was a lifeline. It only rang twice before Robin picked up. She'd begged her parents to install an extra phone line in her room after Starcourt, and they gave in quickly once they realized it was either that, or getting woken up regularly by middle of the night panicked phone calls from the boy their daughter swore she wasn’t dating. Her parents didn’t know what had really happened to the two kids, just that whatever it was had left them with a lot of trauma and a little bit of codependency, but they loved their daughter, so they did what they could to make her happy.

“Steve?” Robin yawned his name into the phone, a hint of concern coloring her voice even though she was only half awake.

“Robbi-” Steve choked out through a sob that was punctuated with a hiccup. “I thhhink I fuccked up.”

“Are you drunk?” She asked, sounding a little more awake.

Steve snapped his fingers, pointing as if she was in the room with him. “Guessed it’n one.” He slurred a little, sniffling as he tried to speak. It was a wonder she understood him at all.

“Jesus, how much did you have? Wait, weren’t you and Eddie supposed to be hanging out tonight?”

“Oh Eddie” Steve sighed dramatically. “Eddie, he wasss here, he..oh god.. Robin I fuuucked up so bad - e’s never going to tttalk to me again.”

“What happened?” She asked.

Steve cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. Trying hard to sober himself up.

“We were drinking.” He managed the three words with much less slurring than before, he thought Robin should be impressed.

She wasn’t.

“Clearly”

“Don’ be mean, i’m upset!” Steve groaned.

“Sorry, go on.”

“And I knew I shouldn’t have let myself drink so much but I did and god, Robin, he looked so hot!” Steve rambled on. “He had his hair up and a crop top on and I couldn’t help myself…. I all but sat on his lap when we decided to watch a movie.”

“I’m failing to see the issue here. You were flirting with him, so what? You like him, he likes you.”

“We don’t know that!” Steve hissed.

“We do know that! And I've been telling you to ask him out for weeks!.”

Steve hesitated, a little of his old panic rising in his chest. “I…i wasn’t ready.”

Robin’s tone softend. “That’s okay, you’re allowed to not be ready.”

“I think I am now, but…” He trailed off.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“Eddie kissed me.” Steve said simply, as if that explained everything. In fairness to his booze soaked mind, it did.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate, babe.”

“I freaked out, Robin! I freaked out and he thought I was freaking out because I didn't want him to kiss me, but really I was freaking out because I like him so much, and the kiss! Oh, the kiss was amazing. I had no idea that kissing could feel like that, but then I panicked because - what if I mess it up, Robin? What if I mess up with Eddie like I did with Nancy? I don’t know if I could survive that again.”

Robin was quiet for a long moment before she said anything.

“Shit, Steve. Do you…feel the same way about him as you did about Nance?”

“I think I do, Robs, I think I'm in love with him, but it doesn’t matter because I already ruined it.”

“Is that true?”

Steve’s heart sank as a deep voice sounded behind him.

He heard Robin suck in a breath on the other end of the line. He looked up, already knowing what he would find. Sure enough, Eddie was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, jacket on and keys still in hand. How long had he been standing there? Did he come back, or had he never left?

“Is that..?” Robin started to ask, but Steve cut her off. “Yeah, it is, um. I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow.” He hung up before she could respond, never taking his eyes off the boy in the doorway.

Steve gulped audibly. “How much of that did you hear?”

Eddie shuffled his feet, looking nervous. It wasn’t something Steve was used to seeing on the other boy, he usually exuded confidence.

“I guess that depends.” Eddie replied.

“On?”

“How much of it did you mean?”

“All of it.” Steve answered quickly, eager to fix the mess he’d made of things.

Eddie pressed his lips together in a thin line, thinking. “Are you sure it’s not just because you’re drunk and sad?” He said, finally.

“If you stay, I'll say it again in the morning.”

Eddie smiled and shook his head. He walked over and sat down on the floor next to Steve, taking his hand and entwining their fingers. “What a line, Stevie.”

Steve ducked his head. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

Eddie raised their clasped hands to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of Steve’s fingers.

“I’m sorry too. I left and didn’t give you the chance to explain. I got into my van and even started it, but I couldn't leave. I didn’t want to run anymore. I came back inside so we could talk about it. I hoped you would forgive me for kissing you and we could still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be just friends, Eddie. Can we try the kiss again?”

Eddie squeezed his hand and stood up, pulling Steve along with him.

“Let’s get you to bed, and if you feel the same way in the morning I would be happy to have a do-over.”

Steve pouted but allowed Eddie to lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t pout, baby. You’re really drunk, and it would feel too much like I was taking advantage of you. Let’s just go to sleep, I promise I'll still be here in the morning.”

Baby.

“Will you sleep in here with me if I swear to keep my hands to myself?” Steve asked.

Eddie usually slept on the couch or the guest room when he stayed over. Steve had always hated it, but he had never been brave enough to ask Eddie to stay with him until now.

Eddie chuckled. “Yea, Stevie. I’ll stay with you.”

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Alley

@jegulus-microfic February 23 Word count 949

Previous part First part

CW- Torture via cruiatus

Regulus knew something was going on the second the werewolves arrived. They entered Malfoy Manor in an orderly manner, unlike their usual free-for-all. 

They seemed to be guarding something in the middle of the group. They continued on until they stopped in front of Voldemort, and a man was dragged from the centre and forced to the floor. 

Regulus immediately recognised him. It was Remus. He carefully masked his features so he wouldn’t give either of them away. 

“Shit, is that Lupin?” Barty whispered too loudly to Regulus and Evan. 

“Hush,” Regulus said, warning flashing in his eyes. Barty fell silent, and they all watched the scene unfold before them. 

“Mr Lupin. I have heard many things about you. Most of them are not pleasant. I believe, though, it was your intervention that saved our dear Regulus from that beast Moody.” Voldemort paused to allow Remus to respond. Remus didn’t lift his head from the bowed position he’s been left in. He nodded. Voldemort placed a cold hand on the top of Remus’s head. Regulus didn’t know how Remus managed not to shudder at the contact, but he did. “Regulus also told us you wished to join your brothers and sisters and help our cause.” Another nod. Voldemort turned to one of the werewolves standing near him. “What of his companion? I believe he was always seen with the disgraced Black brother.” 

“We left him in an alley. My brothers may have had a little fun with him first. There’s been no sighting of him since. The informant hasn’t confirmed his current status, but they are working on it.” 

Informant? That was new. 

“Shut up!” Voldemort screamed. “CRUCIO!” The man fell to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming at the top of his lungs. The other wolves shuffled nervously while they watched their brother be tortured. 

Voldemort grew bored and released the curse. “Take him and leave.” He spat at the rest of them. One came forward and took hold of Remus’s arm, ready to drag him away with them. “No, no. Leave this one. I wish to speak with him alone. Tell Fenrir I will send word when he can collect him.” The wolves bowed and hurried away. 

Voldemort turned to Regulus and beckoned him forward. He went, leaving Evan and Barty behind. 

“Yes, my Lord,” He said as he bowed low. 

“Watch Mr Lupin here for me, will you? I have some urgent matters I must attend to.”

“Of course, my Lord.” He bowed again before wandering back to the others, Remus following behind. 

Barty clapped a hand on Remus’s back. 

“Knew you’d see sense and join our team,” Barty said loud enough for the whole room to hear. 

It was clever if they showed they trusted him, less would question his loyalty. 

“Well, the other side wasn’t exactly offering me much being a werewolf, were they?” Remus spat on the floor in disgust. He knew how to play this game. Barty howled with laughter and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, walking him towards the kitchen to help themselves to the refreshments. 

Regulus followed them, his mind whirling at the prospect of the information the wolf had let slip. An informant within the Order was bad news. 

When they entered the kitchen, he and Remus made eye contact, and he knew that Remus hadn’t known that either. 

They needed to be careful how they tread from now on until they found the leak. 

Remus stuck close to Regulus for the rest of the evening. Until Voldemort took him into a room by himself, he came out sweating and shaking but still in one piece. He bowed to Voldemort and then came to stand with their small group again. He didn’t say anything, just accepted the wine glass Evan handed him and sipped it slowly. 

“Chin up, Lupin, you’re one of us now,” Evan winked at him. 

Three wolves showed up to escort Remus back to the pack. Evan, Barty and Regulus all shook his hand. Regulus slipped a folded scrap of parchment into Remus’s hand as he shook it. 

Regulus needed to get away and call James. He was waiting, and so was Sirius. He needed to tell Sirius that Remus was all right. He left, only saying goodbye to Evan and Barty before apparating home. 

He sat in the kitchen with the mirror, sat on the table, and spoke to Sirius. 

“Sirius, I saw Remus.” 

James took the mirror back from Sirius’s hands after they’d finished so he could say goodbye himself. 

“James, there’s something else.” He said urgently. James waited for him to continue. “One of the wolves that brought Remus in let it slip that there is an informant in the Order. They’ve been passing information to the death eaters. They’re trying to find out if Sirius is alive or not.” James had gone pale. 

“Shit,” He said. “Are you sure?”

“Voldemort told him to shut up, and then Crucio’d him in front of everyone.” He watched the worry etch itself into James’s face.

“I’ve asked for a meeting with Dumbledore about the other things we discussed. I’ll alert him to this as well. I’ve got to go now, Reg. I’ll call you after I’ve spoken to Dumbledore. Keep you’re head down. I love you.” James smiled at him sadly as the sounds of Sirius’s snuffling filled the silence between them. 

“I love you too,” Regulus whispered as he ended the connection. 

He relaxed into his chair, taking a moment. He thought about the informant, wondering who it could possibly be. A flash of red blinked in his memory, and his blood ran cold. Surely not. She was a muggle-born, after all. 

Next part 

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[runninriot]

another one for the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Day 12

prompt: only one bed | rated: t | word count: 998 | tags: sleepover, finding comfort, coming to conclusions, soft boys cuddling, open ending

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Steve can’t sleep.

He’s been tossing and turning for god knows how long but nothing seems to work. The air in the room is stuffy, the light from the street lamp outside shines too bright through the open blinds, and the fucking noise...

    Ugh!

He hates himself for ending up here in the first place. Squished between the wall and Eddie fucking Munson who’s dead asleep on his back, happily snoring, legs and arms splayed out like he owns the fucking place.

Okay, maybe because he does. It's his bed after all.

They’ve been hanging out at the trailer – Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Vickie. And they really had a great time, that’s not the problem. The problem is, that Steve let himself be talked into having ‘just one beer’ and one turned into three which would’ve been fine, really. He could’ve sobered up enough to drive them home by the end of the night. But then Eddie had to bring out the good stuff and- Well.

Him and the girls decided to stay overnight. But unfortunately, Rob and Vic called dibs on the folding couch and while Steve would’ve been fine to sleep on the floor (‘Just hand me a blanket, I really don’t mind.’) Eddie insisted that his bed was big enough for two.

So, here he is now. Lying awake next to the loudest snorer in history, unable to get some much-needed sleep.

Steve turns again, facing Eddie now. He looks at the mess of tangled hair, the starfish-like display of limbs, the half-parted lips, and despite his annoyance he can’t bite back a quiet chuckle.

Eddie looks adorable.

I mean... like a dork!

The sound of his snoring has turned into a muffled sound, almost like he’s talking in his sleep but Steve can’t really make out the words. And then Eddie moves, turns to his side and-

    You have got to be kidding me!

One of Eddie's hands sneaks around his middle the same time he hooks one leg over Steve’s. Eddie shuffles closer, pressing his nose into coarse hair - inhaling deeply, sighing contently in his sleep.

Steve feels trapped, doesn’t know what to do. He can't just push Eddie away, doesn’t want to startle him awake by wiggling out of his grasp because Eddie looks so... comfortable. So cosy, all curled up against Steve’s body.

And it kinda feels nice because Eddie is warm and his skin is soft and the snoring has stopped, which is a big plus.

Surely, he’ll let go and turn back around if Steve just waits a little while. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.

“Hmm, 's nice," Eddie mumbles.

Steve can feel his lips moving against his chest and it sends a hot blush to his face.

   “Eddie? You awake?” Steve tries but gets no verbal response from the other man. Eddie just tightens his grip, moves even closer to Steve.

The digits on the alarm clock tell him it’s 02:23. He should be asleep by now. He’s so tired, can barely keep his eyes open. Eddie’s skin is so soft and warm and Steve tries to keep his own body from sinking further into the embrace but it feels nice to be held like that. To feel someone else's skin on his own. It should be weird - because that someone is Eddie - but somehow, it's not.

The monotonous sound of Eddie’s now calm breathing works like magic, makes him drift deeper and deeper into a peaceful sleep.

☀️

   “Good morning, sunshine.”

Steve blinks and forces one eye open. He's greeted by a blinding smile that competes with the light of the sun shining through the window.

   “M’rning,” Steve mumbles sleepily in return.

He doesn’t want to get up, wants to sleep a little longer. He wants to stay hidden from the world just a couple more minutes.

Steve ducks his head back down, scoots closer, crawls back into the comfort of Eddie’s arms where it’s warm and safe and-

    Oh.

He freezes when he realises the position they're in – an arm wrapped around his shoulder, his own draped over Eddie's waist. Tangled legs. Steve’s face tucked into the space between Eddie’s shoulder and neck.

    Oh fuck.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind though. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push him away. Just lets Steve hold him and even starts drawing circles to the skin on his back.

It feels so fucking nice.

   “Hmmm.” Steve hums, nearly moans when he feels Eddie's nails scraping along his neck and into his hair line, sending a tingling sensation through his body.

   “You like that?” Steve feels Eddie’s hoarse, sleepy voice vibrating on his lips where they’re connected to his throat - feather light, barely touching.

  “Feels good,” Steve answers, lips grazing Eddie's skin almost like a tender kiss. Almost.

Beside him Eddie shivers, inhales shakily as he pulls Steve closer into his arms.

They stay like that for a while in comfortable silence, gentle hands stroking long lines up and down Steve's back in steady motion. They're holding each other closer than they should be allowed to. Because they’re friends and that’s not usually what friends do.

   “I could stay like this forever,” Eddie whispers and Steve secretly agrees. Thinks he could live in Eddie’s arms, wouldn’t mind if he held him like this, always.

But forever is a dream and always an illusion.

They both know the moment is over when they can hear the girls talking in the living room. They’ll have to let each other go and get up. Forget about this and pretend it never happened.

Steve peels himself off reluctantly, keeps one hand placed on Eddie’s side. He's not quite ready to leave.

Their eyes meet and there’s a sad smile on Eddie’s face. Steve wants to kiss it better, knows he can't.

He shouldn’t want this but Eddie is right there; hesitating, like he doesn't want to let go either and maybe...

"Stevie?"

Yeah, maybe.

#steddieholidaydrabbles #steve harrington #eddie munson #only one bed

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

PEAKY BLINDERS

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Destiny — @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

A Brother For Cyril ⎢ Part Two — @muneca-lemon-steppa

You Love Is Enough — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Evenings At Home — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Good Girl — @ukrainianmotherfucker

Interviews For New Beginnings ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 ⎢ Part 5 ⎢ Part 6 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Kisses For Bad Days — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Change Of Plans — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Married Life w/ Alfie Solomons HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

All Kinds of Trouble — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Overstimulation + Praise Kink — @fandom-puff

Rum and Soap — @dearshleby

Always — @muneca-lemon-steppa

MICHAEL GRAY

Show You How Much I Love You — @roguerogerss

I Can Imagine — @xoxoavenger

THOMAS SHELBY

At the End of the Day — @lis-likes-fics

The Complaint — @look-at-the-soul

Midnight Interlude — @awritesthings1

Gone with the Leaves — @awritesthings1

Numbers — @mrkdvidal1989

Train Left - Moments Passed — @mrkdvidal1989

Ignoble Sins — @cillmequick

Empty Promises — @fallatyourfeet

You Have More To Lose Than You Take — @mrkdvidal1989

Bloodstained Hands — @mrkdvidal1989

Look At Me — @simplyundeniable98

Time After Time Chapter 13 — @all-mirth-no-matter

A Moment of Happiness — @gypsy-girl-08

Christmas Lights — @mrkdvidal1989

First Christmas — @acewritesfics

Eye Fucking Each Other — @mrkdvidal1989

All I Need — @gypsy-girl-08

Promotion — @acewritesfics

No Man Works Alone — @muneca-lemon-steppa

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

The Best One — @theewokingdead

Are You On Mute? ⎢ Part Two — @rhoorl

Ask Prompt — @bullet-prooflove

Are You Going To Be Quiet? — @rhoorl

FRANCISCO “FRANKIE” “CATFISH” MORALES

Bluffing Season — @beskarandblasters

Mesmerized — @endlessthxxghts

New Year’s Day — @hellishjoel

My Home Is You — @chronically-ghosted

Stars — @trulybetty

Need You — @endlessthxxghts

Cravings ⎢ Crash ⎢ Insatiable — @pedge-page

Merry Christmas Cariño — @joelsflannel

All I Want For Christmas — @morallyinept

WILL MILLER

When Sleep Comes Easy — @laurfilijames

Just A Little Push — @missdictatorme

Kinktober 2023: Sexual Exhaustion — @gosmigenergy

Clusterfuck — @velicibeewords

All I Want — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

Company — @pimosworld

The Story of Us Masterlist — @pimosworld

TSOU AU ⎢ Never Have I Ever ⎢ Down The Rabbit Hole ⎢ Santa’s A Homewrecker — @pimosworld

What Benny Doesn’t Know Masterlist — @backtothefanfiction

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

The Nurse Series ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 — @heresthestorymorningglory

The Spy Next Door — @renren-006

Homework Problems — @renren-006

Wide Open Spaces — @elusivewildflower

Hurt You — @j4desblurbs

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Safe Hands — @hollandstrophyhusband

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Aftercare w. Sierra Six — @ken-dom

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

DC

BATMOM

See You Soon (+ Jason Todd) — @reveluving

Batmom’s Biggest Fan — @silly-thinkings

The Bat in the Shadows ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ynscrazylife

Long Overdue Masterlist — @apocalypse-shuffle

Love Thorns All Over This Rose ⎢ Part Two — @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Harmony (+Dick Grayson) — @soriseerakyra

Batprank ⎢ Part Two — @ciaraswritings

Unexpected — @ciaraswritings

Ballet (ft. Cass Cain) — @reveluving

I Want To See My Little Boy (ft. Damian Wayne) — @dragon-chica 

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Gossip and Galas — @ciaraswritings

DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING

The Graysons — @hannibals-favourite-meal

BATSIS

Alleviate The Pain (Platonic!Dick Grayson) — @pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh

#navigation

[tallulah477]

A/N - (Awkwardly shuffles into view from completely out of nowhere) Hiiiiiiiii

What's a super horny, large blue alien loving girl in her 20s supposed to do when she's bored, looking to make some new friends, and hopefully get rid of her social anxiety and fear of sharing her work with others?

Participate in Kinktober, of course!

So, without further ado, please enjoy my take on @pandoraslxna's fantastically created Avatar Kinktober List!

Enjoy! :)

WARNING: Some of my stories contain DARK content. Please make sure to read all content warnings before reading.

Kinktober 2023 Prompts

01 - Please, Mommy? (Handjob - Lo'ak)

02 - The Rumor Mill (Eating Out - Spider)

03 - Ride (Thigh Riding - Neteyam)

04 - Put Your Hand Around My Throat to Show Me You Love Me (Choking / Spanking - Tsireya)

07 - The Mighty Handyman (Blowjob - Neteyam)

08 - Private Show (Voyeurism - Lo'ak)

10 - Push Me, Push Back (Knife Kink - Spider) Semi-Dark

12 - A Little Motivation (Fingering - Neteyam)

15 - Fill Me Up (Size Difference - Neteyam)

19 - Hunting the Tawtute (Threesome - Neteyam & Lo'ak) Dark

23 - Won’t Let Anyone Take You From Me (Biting - Neteyam)

25 - Front Row Seat (Caught Masterbating - Lo'ak)

29 - The Olo'eyktan's Brat (Dirty Talk - Jake)

Last Updated: 14 April 2024

#lunaskinktober2023 #kinktober masterlist

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 8/10/23

prompt: "you're shaking"

pairing/character(s): steddie

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When Steve wakes up, it's to a dark room and the sound of shallow, panicked breaths beside him. He's not sure what exactly woke him up, but he recognises the distant the feeling of the bed jolting and jostling as someone sits up. It wakes him up fast, and he squints his eyes through the dark to see that Eddie is no longer acting as his personal pillow.

Instead, he's sat up in Steve's bed, scooted away from him a little, with his knees up to his chest, and his forehead resting on one of them as he keeps inhaling and exhaling those too-short breaths.

"Hey." Steve whispers, trying to sound gentle. Eddie flinches at his voice anyway, and now his head is resting sideways on his knee, and Steve can just about make out his wide-eyed gaze on him through the darkness of the room.

He reaches out to turn on his bedside lamp, and slowly sits up to be closer to Eddie once again. Now that the light's on, he notices the redness of Eddie's eyes, and not-yet-dried tear tracks on his face.

"Nightmare?" Steve asks, even though he knows the answer. Eddie nods, and harshly sniffles, then tries and fails to take in a deeper breath.

"Can I hold you, or is it a no touch kind of night?" Steve continues, hands hovering uselessly near Eddie, but not daring to touch until he gets the go ahead.

Sometimes, Eddie needs to be held after a nightmare. Needs some proof that he's not in the Upside Down, and that the feelings of bats ripping apart his torso are phantom, not real. Touch can be good now, not dangerous.

But sometimes, Eddie can't handle it. He'll flinch awfully at the slightest brush of Steve's hand against his skin, and his breathing speeds up from panicked to a full blown panic attack. Steve doesn't want to ever again be the cause of that. So he always asks.

"Please." Eddie whispers shakily, and nods with the words.

Steve wastes no time in shuffling close enough that the side of his body is pressed against Eddie's and he puts one arm behind Eddie's waist to pull him in closer, and uses the other to gentle guide one of Eddie's hands to be pressed, palm flat, against Steve's chest.

"You're shaking." He notes, rubbing his thumb soothingly back and forth over Eddie's knuckles.

After that, he's quiet, listening to Eddie's breathing as it gradually slows. Lets the rhythmic thumps of his heart along with the steady rise and fall of his chest guide Eddie into something similar.

"You're okay, baby." He promises once Eddie's breaths are calmer.

Eddie lets his head fall down onto his shoulder in response, no longer curled up into a tight ball, but leaning into Steve's comfort entirely. Steve tilts his chin down to press a kiss to his hair in response.

"You're okay." He repeats, "I'm here."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

[stevethehairington]

happy happy birthday dear @hexiewrites!!! i am so so so glad that this fandom has brought us together, you are a dear friend and a wonderful soul and such a creative mind!! i feel lucky to know you and to call you a friend! i hope that today is absolutely amazing and that you celebrate big!! 💕

i wanted to write a lil something soft for you, so please have this little slice of life 💕 i hope you like it!

(incidentally, it also happens to semi-fit today's prompt for @steddie-week: discover so consider this two birds, one stonel!)

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It is not the alarm clock balancing precariously on the edge of the bedside table that wakes Eddie up.

It is not the wisps of early morning sun that streams in through the cracks in his blinds.

It is not drifting hands dipped beneath the covers or a wandering mouth against the back of his neck either.

No, what wakes Eddie Munson this morning, is a shout.

He jolts to consciousness, body tense and alert for only seconds before another shout follows.

Eddie shifts, just a little, just enough to realize that he is alone. There’s no warm body behind him, no arms wrapped around his waist, no legs tangled with his own.

Steve, where is Steve?

A third shout sounds off, from somewhere outside of the door, and this time, Eddie recognizes it almost immediately.

There he is.

His body starts to relax. His muscles loosen. The beating of his heart slows. He melts back into the sheets, just a little.

Because — there’s no fear in this shout. No horror. It’s not angry either, and it’s not upset.

This shout is happy. This shout is excited.

This shout makes Eddie curious.

He rolls onto his back, pulling the bedsheets with him, and cranes his neck, searching out his clock. The glaring, red 8:23 that blinks back at him makes him groan and drop back against the pillow. It is far too early to be awake on a Sunday.

Eddie contemplates going back to sleep. It would be all too easy — all he’d have to do is turn back over, burrow back into the warmth of the blankets cocooned around him, and let the hazy pull of sleep still clinging to his softened edges drag him back under.

But he’s never been able to ignore his curiosity.

Today is no different.

So, with a heave and a grunt, Eddie sits up. Swings his legs out of bed. Blindly taps his foot around for Steve’s slippers and pouts when he comes up empty (old man must’ve actually worn them). He wraps the bedsheets — all of the bedsheets — around his body and rises from the bed, shuffling towards the door.

It opens silently (thank you Wayne for the generous application of WD-40), and Eddie slinks out. With his bare feet, he’s able to slip quietly down the hall, too. He comes to a stop just before he reaches the washing machine, pausing there as he takes in the scene before him:

Their little television set is turned on, some sort of sportsball game flashing across the screen — Eddie isn’t sure which one, just knows that Steve set their VCR to record it last night because Wayne was covering for a buddy at the plant, and Steve had the closing shift, and neither of them wanted to miss out.

Steve is standing in front of the couch, watching the screen raptly with both hands on his hips. His lower lip is planted firmly between his teeth, and he reaches for his hair, catches himself before he can sink his fingertips into it (even though it’s already in total disarray), and redirects his thumb to his mouth, where his nail takes the place of his lip.

Eddie’s eyes flicker towards the armchair — Wayne’s chair. Only Wayne’s not sitting in it either. He’s also standing, looking just as tense as Steve as his eyes follow the action on the screen.

One of them makes a noise, a sharp inhale — Eddie isn’t sure which, it might have even been both — and for a moment, one brief brief moment, it’s like everything freezes. Wayne’s body stills, Steve holds his breath.

The only sound in the room is the announcer, rattling off the play, narrating it as— as— as—

“Touchdown!” The announcer yells.

“Yes!” Steve cries.

“Hallelujah, finally!” Wayne hollers.

Steve turns towards Wayne, brilliant smile taking up his whole face, and Wayne turns towards Steve, looking just as thrilled.

Eddie watches as the two men step forward and embrace each other, cheering for their victory. He watches as Steve rocks Wayne from side to side with his joy, drawing a hearty chuckle from him. He watches as Wayne gets his arms back around Steve and claps his on the back a couple of times, rubbing at his shoulder in that way Eddie knows means comfort.

He can’t help the way his own smile curves onto his face. It almost makes the rude awakening at far too early an hour worth it, just to see his two favorite people getting along so well.

When they break apart, Steve’s eyes flicker past Eddie, only to quickly circle back for a double take.

“Eddie?” He calls, sidestepping Wayne to fully see him. “Hey, shit, did we wake you?”

“Mornin’ Ed,” Wayne says, not bothering with an apology. “’Bout time you got up. Who let you sleep in this long anyway?” He asks, eyes twinkling.

Eddie rolls his and tugs the sheets tighter around his shoulders as he ambles into their little living room. “You might’ve been just a little—” he holds up two fingers, with ample space between them, “— loud.” He cracks a smile, bright enough that his eyes squint a little, and tilts his head.

Steve has the decency to look a little sheepish about it. “Sorry, baby,” he says softly, dropping back down to the couch and patting the cushion beside him before opening his arms — an offering, an invitation.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, shuffling across the floor and sinking into the cushion. He curls into Steve’s side, like a little pillbug, drawing his legs up onto the couch and tucking his knees to his chest. Steve’s arm settles around his shoulders, and Eddie gets comfortable, nuzzling into his embrace.

He slips an arm around Steve’s middle, dipping his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt so he can press the flat of his palm to Steve’s tummy. His skin is warm, soft. Eddie brushes his thumb over Steve’s belly button, feels the muscles jump at the ticklish sensation, and Eddie smiles into Steve’s t-shirt.

Steve cups Eddie’s jaw with his hand, tilts his face towards himself, and smiles at him. Little wrinkles by his eyes and his nose all scrunched up. It’s cute, positively adorable. Eddie wants to bite him.

He doesn’t — pulls out his handy dandy self-control with Wayne in the room. Not that it isn’t anything Wayne hasn’t seen before. He’s well aware of Eddie’s penchant for biting whenever he’s happy.

But Eddie holds back. Tells himself he’ll have plenty of time to show Steve just how happy he is later, when Wayne’s gone.

Instead, he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. Tucks his face into the crook of his neck and presses his mouth to the warm skin, just over his pulse. Feels the beat of Steve’s heart against his lips.

It’s soothing. As is the way Steve’s fingers trail up and down Eddie’s back. A comforting rhythm. A delicate lull.

“You win’in?” He asks, voice thick as he tries to fight the pull of sleep blurring his edges again. His eyelids feel heavy. He loses a battle with a yawn, stifling it into Steve’s collar.

He feels Steve’s laugh more than he hears it, a deep rumble in his chest.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, Munson?” Steve asks, but the blanket tucks in around Eddie’s shoulders, makes him even more comfortable.

He snuggles into it, snuggles into Steve.

“Mm, no,” Eddie murmurs, but he’s already forgot what question he’s supposed to be answering. His eyelids flutter.

“Oh okay,” Steve replies, amusement slipping into his voice. “I’ll tell Wayne to keep it down for you.”

Eddie smacks his lips. Smiles softly, even half asleep. “Love you,” he breathes out.

He can’t see it, but Steve smiles too. Looks down at him with the fondest damn expression. Tells him, “I love you too.”

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddieweek2023 #mack writes #macks ficlets

[takenbypeter]

Hi! Could you write a Hank McCoy x Reader fic with one of these dialogue prompts? (Whatever you feel like)

5. "God, you always make me blush so damn much." (Nicholas Hoult is always blushing so I thought it would be nice if Hank did as well)

23. "Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

25. "Have you been drinking enough water?" (He is a doctor)

I'm pretty sure I read every fic with him in this site and I want more.😂

Doctor’s Orders

Hank McCoy x reader

Number 25: “Have you been drinking enough water?”

(Reader is AFAB)

Hehe I couldn't decide so I did all of them, sorry it took so long, I went through like a no writing phase but I think I'm slowly returning

Sometimes you hated having a uterus. More specifically you hated it when it was that time of the month. How you hated even being born whenever that time hit and of course that was today. 

Instead of listening to your body and wallowing in pain as the cramps hit hard that morning, practically almost making you spit up your dinner from the night before, you put on your adult shoes and chose to be productive around the X-mansion as you usually did. 

Most days weren’t so bad, you’d help with the younger level kids here and there before you did some of your own training but today? Today they were rowdy for whatever reason, maybe the weather, all you knew was that you wanted this week to be done already. 

You tried your hardest to just be there, be present as you seemed to be running around all day at different peoples beck and call when all you really wanted to do was curl up and scream but of course that wasn’t like you. So you had to plaster a fake customer smile. But you could even barely do that anymore as halfway through the day you decided your body couldn’t take it anymore. So you went to the one place you knew no one would bother you. 

The labs. 

Most of the time it was just Hank in the labs and you of course didn’t want to bother him when he may be working but then again he was your boyfriend and you were in a lot of pain. So you went. 

You entered his labs slowly and peeking around the entrance, you saw that luckily he wasn’t dealing with any chemicals at the moment. 

“Thank god you’re working,” when he worked that meant everyone knew not to disturb him, well everyone but apparently you. 

His arms set down whatever thingamabob was in his hands, “please come in why don’t you?”

You did realize it was rude, “sorry,” you mumbled out as you backed up into the nearest corner and squatted down. With your knees to your stomach you instantly felt better even if only just a little. 

With your head tucked into your legs you could just feel the strange sight he most certainly had on you. “Don’t mind me…” you breathed as a big cramp just made its way, “just go about your way, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“If you think I’m going to be able to focus while you’re scrunched up in the corner like that you’re absolutely crazy.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice muffled.

You didn’t see it but you could tell Hank was staring at you. But he was staring at you not with disbelief more with worry. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Nothing just got my period this morning, I’ll be fine.” Typically this only happened to you on maybe the first two days and usually you just toughed it out.

Suddenly an overwhelming cramp could be felt in your lower stomach area, you groaned as you leaned forward, your knees now against the floor with your forehead touching the floor “…just give me a moment,” you said, refusing to move from that spot with your arms clutching your body. 

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

Ugh. That question wouldn’t have annoyed you if the answer was yes. But it’s not your fault everyone seemed to need your help left and right. 

“Maybe half a bottle so far,” you said. 

His mouth drops, “that’s not nearly enough.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you doctor,” you cut off, still hurting.  

You don’t pay mind to the noise you hear shuffling before you see a bottle being held out towards you. 

You reach out, taking it with a thanks. “Wait here,” he commands before he turns around. Not like I have much choice, you thought as you closed your eyes again feeling a little bit better as the cramps randomly subside for a moment. 

Pretty soon you hear Hank’s footsteps come back and you begin to hear shuffling beside you. Curious, you open your eyes and watch as he sets down a blanket beside you. Then a makeshift pillow made out of a jacket. 

He didn’t even have to say anything and you moved there willingly. You didn’t care that the floor was hard underneath, you were just glad to lie down somewhere. 

While you lay there on your side feeling like garbage he hands you a warm heating pad which you gladly take and he moves the water bottle closer to you before he takes another blanket and covers you with it. 

“Drink your water and let your body take a break,” he adds. 

Once he makes sure you’re all settled his eyes catch yours as you lay with a smile on your face. 

“What?”

“You love me,” you sing-song almost like a kid would. 

Although a grin starts to tug at one of the corners of his lips he reaches out dragging his hand down your face closing your eyes in the process as you would a departed person. 

“Get some rest.”

Your eyes open again as you watch him leave your side to return back to his work. ‘He loves me,’ you teased once again in thought as you snuggled with the blanket and heating pad.

~

Dialogue Prompt #2

#hank mccoy x reader #hank mccoy fanfic #hank mccoy fanfiction #hank mccoy imagine #xmen x reader #x men x reader #xmen fanfiction #xmen fanfic #x men fanfiction #x men fanfic #xmen imagine #x men imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #dialogue prompt 2

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #23: Facesitting

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Mountain/Swiss

Summary: Swiss sweettalks Mountain into trying something he knows they'll both enjoy.

Trans Mountain, cock and cunt used to describe what he's working with, Swiss being goofy and the two of them being sweet on each other, a bit of negotiation but everyone is super into it, Mounty just has some concerns.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"I am going to break your neck, Swiss," Mountain groans, rolling his eyes as he washes his hands. He's changed out of his work clothes into a comfortable pair of sweats, no shirt, scrubbing dirt from underneath his fingernails that never seems to go away.

Swiss leans against the bathroom doorframe, gold eyes half-lidded as he stares at Mountain's profile. "Oh, come on, maple. You won't break my neck. Even if you did, what a way to go." Swiss whistles lowly, eyes dragging down, and Mountain can feel the heat of his gaze burning against his hip.

He shuts off the water, drying his hands on a spare towel and turning to face the multighoul. "You want me to sit on your face that bad?" He questions, furrowing his brows.

Swiss laughs, bright and bell-like, standing up straight and kissing the earth ghoul between his eyes, wrapping his arms around his hips. "I want to make you feel good," he shrugs. "It doesn't have to be you sitting on my face if you really don't want to try it. Tell me how you want me, and we can work something out."

Mountain sighs, ducking his head down to press his forehead to Swiss's shoulder. "Swiss. I'll do it, but you need to tell me if I'm hurting you."

Swiss cards his fingers through Mountain's hair, gently pulling the tie holding back his auburn waves. Mountain chuffs as Swiss guides him up to look him in the eye. "I promise, Mounty. I will let you know."

"Thank you, edel," Mountain says, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Swiss grins, deepening the kiss as he walks backwards into their bedroom, guiding Mountain by the hips to their bed. He jolts as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, breaking the kiss with a laugh.

Mountain grins as Swiss shucks his shirt, laying down flat on his back. He makes a face, biting his lip as he plays up being seductive. He reaches for Mountain, using two fingers to make a come hither gesture, waggling his eyebrows.

Mountain laughs, eyes crinkling as he grins at his mate. He fumbles with the ties of his sweats, kicking them and his underwear off, trying to get them at least near the hamper before climbing onto the mattress. He straddles Swiss's broad chest, suddenly hesitant about what they're about to do. He crosses his arms over his chest, mindlessly rubbing over the scars under his pecs.

"Hey," Swiss whispers, staring up at him, the reverence palpable. He settles his hands on Mountain's hips, not gripping tight to bruise, just holding, smoothing his thumbs along the sharp juts of his hipbones. "You don't have to do this just because I want it, maple."

Mountain blushes, the contrast vivid against his freckles. He tries to hide behind his hair, but sighs and looks down at Swiss. "I do want this, edelweiss. Just really don't want to explain to Aeth why we're in the infirmary."

Swiss throws his head back into the pillows, laughter bright and contagious. "Come on, Mounty, it'll be okay. I've gotcha."

Mountain smiles, shuffling further up towards the head of the bed, wrapping his long fingers around the headboard as he settles over Swiss's face. The multighoul moans loudly, hit with the earthen smell of Mountain's arousal.

"Shit, maple, you must be really into this," Swiss groans, eyes squeezed shut. "You're so wet."

Mountain's breath hitches, his little dick twitching where it juts out proudly from his folds. "Yeah," he admits. "Just thought I was too big, was gonna hurt you."

"You wouldn't hurt a fly," Swiss groans, grip beginning to tighten around Mountain's hips. "You gonna give it to me, maple? Lemme make you feel good."

He starts to tug downwards, and Mountain takes a deep breath before letting Swiss pull him down onto his face. He gasps, slumping forward as Swiss presses the flat of his tongue to his cock, putting divine, wet pressure against the sensitive flesh. Swiss's mustache prickles against his folds, and he keens, hips jolting out of his control.

Mountain's horns thud against the wall, his tail wrapping tight around Swiss's thigh. "Shit," he hisses, sinking his fangs into his lip as Swiss groans against him.

"Yeah, maple?" Swiss turns his head, pressing kisses against the freckled skin of his inner thigh. "S'good?"

"Yes, good, you're always so good at that," Mountain hisses, his eyes squeezed shut as Swiss turns his attentions back to his cunt, lapping at his entrance with a groan. Swiss's eyes roll back as he drinks Mountain down, the earthy, almost herbal taste of his slick consuming every sense.

He pulls Mountain down firmer against his mouth, unglamoured tongue slipping inside, and Mountain keens, auburn hair falling over his eyes, sticking to his sweaty forehead. One of his hands lets go of the headboard, sneaking down between his thighs to hold onto Swiss's curls as he works.

Mountain rocks his hips as gently as he can as Swiss licks at the spongy spot inside of him right behind his cock, the one that never fails to make his vision go white. His knuckles pale as he digs his claws into the headboard, pulling Swiss impossibly closer. "Shit, fuck, edel, Swiss," Mountain pants as Swiss digs his fingers harder into his hips.

"Yeah, baby, is it good?" Swiss asks, panting as he catches his breath, bringing one hand to the apex of Mountain's thighs, rubbing his cock between thumb and forefinger.

Mountain keens, hips bucking into Swiss's hand. He nods frantically, trying to get Swiss's mouth back on him, his previous concerns fucked out of his brain. "Fuck, Swiss, close," he pants, hips bucking minutely out of his control.

Swiss stares up fondly, suckling Mountain's cock between his lips, swiping his hot tongue across the tip. "Do it, maple, drench me."

Mountain doubles over with the force of his orgasm, coating the lower half of Swiss's face in slick as he shouts. Swiss coos wordlessly, working him through it, lapping greedily at the taste of him.

When his body stops trembling, Mountain slumps off of Swiss, rolling to lay on his back next to the multighoul. Their chests heave as they both catch their breath. "Fuck, edelweiss," he groans, cock twitching valiantly as he sees the way the lamplight glints off of Swiss's soaked chin.

"Yeah, Mounty?" Swiss grins, licking his lips like the cat that got the cream. "See, you didn't break my neck."

Mountain reaches over and smacks Swiss's shoulder, and the multighoul dissolves into laughter. Mountain can't help but join in.

#ghostober #kinktober 2023 #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain/swiss #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger - "Quiet of the night." (fic)

well well well. what do we have here.

right after welle won the first four hills comp in oberstdorf this season i wrote like a thousand words, then completely forgot about it. i just discovered it again and in a lovely case of hyperfixation wrote the rest of it in about an hour, so do with that what you will. better late than never, right?

so as for the timeline, this takes place after andi won the first comp of the 23/24 four hills tournament. for the sake of plot they’re not roommates in this (although we all know they always share, but let’s just pretend they all got single rooms for the tour). even though it’s a rather quick and short one at 2.2k, i hope you guys enjoy it. as always, i’d love to know what you think and appreciate any kind of feedback <3

Knock Knock. 

Stephan turns over in his bed towards the door, sheets tangling with his legs. The room is pitch black when he blinks sleepily, eyes protesting the unscheduled awakening. There’s someone knocking at his door, which isn’t an uncommon occurrence in the team hotel during the tour because someone always wants something, except it’s two at night and they only went to bed like two and a half hours ago. Stephan‘s brain is still muddled with sleep after the adrenaline crash that inevitably always follows a competition, especially one as electrifying as yesterday‘s. So, what on earth-

There‘s a third knock and Stephan squints at the door as someone gently pushes it open, causing a sliver of light from the hallway to spill into the darkness of his room. He can barely make out a silhouette when there‘s a whisper- “Stephan? Are you awake?”

Andreas.

Stephan sits up abruptly, every last trace of sleep gone. “Yeah,” he whispers back, which isn’t true at all given that Andi quite literally just woke him up but he’d rather fling himself off a hill than tell the younger that. It’s not like he minds, anyway, he’s got an open ear for all of his teammates, although maybe it’s a bit different where Andi is concerned. Stephan tries not to think about it.

Andi tiptoes into the room and closes the door behind him. Darkness falls back around them and for a long moment neither of them moves. Stephan looks in Andi’s general direction and waits for him to offer some kind of explanation, to start talking the way he always does without paying any mind to time, company or circumstances. After a full minute goes by without a sound Stephan starts to grow increasingly concerned. “Andi?,” he prompts gently, eyes searching the darkness for any kind of movement. 

“Yeah, uh, sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up, it’s late, we’ve got training today and it’s stupid anyways, I’ll just-“ 

“Don’t you dare open that door, Andreas. It’s the middle of the night, what’s wrong?” Stephan hears Andi shift on his feet followed by the faint click of the door handle being released. The silence returns as the questions hangs between them, unanswered. Despite the odd situation, Stephan smiles quietly to himself.

“Stop biting your lip, Andi. It’s gonna be all raw and red on camera tomorrow.”

He hears Andi sputter over where he’s still standing by the goddamn door. “I’m not! It’s pitch-black in here, Stephan, you can’t even see me! How would you know that?”

Because I spend most of my time watching you. Because I could paint your face in a thousand different ways if I had just an ounce of talent. 

“Because you always bite your lips bloody when something’s bothering you. Now come on over here and tell me what’s wrong, please.” Stephan sits up straighter as he hears Andi shuffle through the room, leaning against the headboard. The mattress dips beneath him as Andi sits down on the edge of the bed next to his stretched-out legs, which isn’t as close as Stephan would like him, but it’s better than the other side of the room.

He figures this is the moment they should turn on the lamp on his bedside table since they still can’t fucking see, but something about Andi’s behaviour stops him. This isn’t like the younger at all; to be so caught up in his thoughts and feelings that it drives him out of bed in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s got something to do with how young Andi was when he started into the whole world cup circus, but Stephan has always admired how good his teammate seemed to be at compartmentalizing. One problem after the other, brain turned off periodically to rest, then switched back on to work out the issues at maximum capacity and all of that with endless optimism and a quick smile. 

So yeah, the more Stephan thinks about it, the more alarming he finds this entire situation. The least he can do is offer Andi the courtesy of keeping the lights off.

Not that it helps much. He can feel the tension in Andi’s body, every muscle coiled as if he’s preparing to make another jump from the hill. Stephan bends his knees a little, tucking them closer to his body in a silent offer for Andi to lean against them. He takes a deep breath and tries to prompt the younger into talking with an easy question.

“Did you sleep at all?”

Andi sighs. “Uh, not really. I think. Kinda been dozing on and off since we all went to bed but…time hasn’t really felt real tonight anyways. That’s so weird don’t you think?”

“What is?” Stephan’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to make out Andi’s face turned in his direction to look at him, eyes way too wide and awake for this time of night.

“This! Me waking you up at this godawful hour just because, what? I won a competition? Been there done that, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. And yet here I am and my body just doesn’t- it doesn’t-“ 

Andi cuts himself off with a frustrated sound, dropping his head into his hands and pulling at his hair. “My brain’s not shutting up, Stephan. It wasn’t like that after Lake Placid last season, right? What’s different now?” He’s desperate for an answer, voice breaking on the last word. 

Stephan’s heart breaks a little, too, because Andi sounds tired. Utterly tired; the kind of exhaustion that creeps up on you after an entire evening of adrenaline and endorphins and riding the high of a victory. He puts a hand on Andi’s shoulder and just leaves it there, applying a bit of pressure to let the younger know he’s here. His heart breaks a bit more when Andi leans into the touch, instinctively chasing the comfort. “What’s different, Stephan?” Andi repeats quietly. “This wasn’t my first win since- since everything, and it’s not like it came out of nowhere. It’s been building up for a while, right? I’ve been doing great so far, I feel good, I-“ He stops for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground. “I think I’m scared.”

There it is. Stephan has started to rub soothing circles into Andi’s shoulder and back while the younger was clearly working something out. If there’s one thing Stephan’s learned in all the years he’s spent with Andi, then it’s that sometimes he just needed to rant. They’re different that way, Stephan supposes. Whereas he himself tends to work things out in the relative peace of his mind, Andi needs to voice his concerns. Contact, feedback, the weight of spoken words in a space to be able to see clearly. And if he needs to do that at two in the morning, then so God help him Stephan will be the one that listens. 

“What are you scared of, love?” Stephan asks softly. Andi scoffs. 

“I don’t know. Messing up? Disappointing everyone? It’s like…it’s like this victory comes with a price tag, you know? With conditions. The last few years nobody expected anything. I was the Olympic champion with the tragic injury, so getting back on track was the only task I had and nobody cared when I messed up. Every good jump was a bonus. But now people keep saying I’m back and then I went ahead and won the first comp of the tournament and now-“ 

“-now everyone expects you to win the rest as well.” 

Andi deflates the second Stephan speaks the words out loud. His head drops forward, messy hair tickling Stephan’s arm. The older carefully moves his hand from Andi’s shoulder to his scalp, gently carding his fingers through the unruly strands. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Andi whispers after a few seconds of silence and lifts his head to look right at Stephan, eyes desperately searching for answers. Stephan holds his gaze.

“Listen, Andi. You don’t owe anyone anything – not the fans, not our coaches, not us. The only thing you owe yourself is to enjoy competitions like yesterday’s since you went so long without them despite always trying your fucking best. What you do is enough, Andreas. Every jump you pour your heart and soul into is enough, no matter where you rank in the end. This victory isn’t worth more than the one in Lake Placid just because it’s got Four Hills written all over it, alright? You could’ve given up long before you ever reached where you’re at today, but you never did. That alone matters more than whatever happens in the next few days. Because I know for a fact that you will fight for every point and if that’s not enough, then that’s not on you. I believe in you and so do the team and the fans and whoever measures your talent and worth by whether you win this damn tournament or not can go fuck right off.”

He inhales sharply after his monologue, which was admittedly longer than he’d planned. Andi stares at him, eyes wide and mouth open. 

“Uh, so” Stephan finishes eloquently. “You know. Don’t worry too much.” He shuts his eyes briefly, cringing at himself internally. Way to ruin this, Stephan. You’re doing fantastic.

He looks back up when Andi snorts and dissolves into quiet laughter. He can feel a smile fighting its way onto his own lips because honestly, no one is immune to the sound of Andi Wellinger’s joy. It’s even sweeter when Stephan’s the reason for it. 

Andi’s voice is breathless when he teases Stephan. “You say all that and end it with ‘don’t worry too much’? Really?”

“Well excuse me,” Stephan retorts, untangling his hand from Andi’s hair to put it on his own chest in mock offense. “I apologise for running out of sensible things to say in the middle of the night. If you’d like to register a complaint, I’m gonna have to ask you to do it at a reasonable hour.”

Andi giggles again, wiping his eyes with his hands. He looks back at Stephan then, tilting his head in such an adorable way that Stephan’s heart skips a beat or three. The silence stretches on for a while, the mood turning serious once more as Stephan practically sees Andi going over his words in his head. 

One of us is gonna have to say something because if it gets any quieter, he’ll hear how loud my heart is beating. 

Yet Stephan doesn’t break the fragile silence. Andi doesn’t, either. Instead, the younger shifts, turning to face Stephan properly with one leg folded under him while the other hangs off the bed, and pulls the older forward into a hug.

Oh.

Stephan wraps his arms around Andi’s waist instinctively because that’s just what his body is wired to do at this point. They’re usually in an outrun when this happens, but right now, as Andi is tightening his arms around Stephan’s shoulders and hiding his face in the older’s neck, Stephan would gladly never see an outrun again if it meant he could stay right here for the rest of his life.

They hug in a way that’s only really acceptable in the tranquility of the night, when the sole witness is the moon and the darkness swallows the thoughts of any consequences a touch like this might have. Time passes and while Stephan doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes or hours, he never eases the pressure around Andi’s slim waist. He’s unconsciously started to rub circles into the dip of it with his thumb and he doesn’t stop when he notices. Andi’s breathing is quiet and steady against the side of his neck. Stephan can’t help but smile when the tension finally bleeds out of the younger’s body. 

“Did you mean it?” Andi asks after a while, voice little more than a whisper. “What exactly?” Stephan whispers back just as softly, tucking the other impossibly closer. Andi makes the transition with ease, laying almost entirely on top of Stephan, face still hidden against his shoulder. “Everything. That I owe my victories to no one but myself. That you-,” he clears his throat, a bit awkwardly. “That you believe in me?” 

It comes out like a question and something in Stephan’s chest cracks a little when he hears it. Impulsively, he turns his head to press a soft kiss into Andi’s hair. “Of course I do, love. Never stopped. And I always will, no matter how the tour ends.”

Andi exhales then, a bit shakily but Stephan can feel him settle. He removes one arm from around Stephan to search for Stephan’s hand in the dark and holds on tight when he finds it. Stephan squeezes back, interlacing their fingers. Through it he takes everything Andi gives him; all the doubts and thoughts and uncertainty that overwhelm Andi’s infinite optimism only in the shadows of the night. Stephan knows that when the sun rises in a few hours, it’ll be like the clouds in Andi’s head never existed at all, because that’s just how he works. Stephan wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

Until that happens, he holds on tight to the boy in his arms. 

Andi doesn’t go back to his own room that night. 

#ski jumping #i’m actually scared #this was kinda rushed bc hyperfixation is a bitch i’m so sorry #i do really like parts of it tho so i hope you do too #no trigger warnings really?? #maybe very mild ones like overthinking and pessimistic thoughts #but other than that it’s really hurt/comfort #heavy on the comfort #that’s so unlike me idk what i was on #sj fics #sj fanfics #ski jumping fanfic #fanfiction #ski jumping fanfiction #andreas wellinger #stephan leyhe #lellinger #lellinger fanfic