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trashmouth-richie · 5 months

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i had a filthy dream last night that inspired this, enjoy

smut, 18+ only; eddie x you steve x you

you were nestled in eddie’s lap, neck full of hickeys and slicked with spit, his curls tickling the tops of your breasts, big hands on the fat of your ass.

steve was behind you, nibbling on skin, his broad nose rubbing against your hair line behind your ear, whispering nothing but filth.

“you ready for him sweet girl?” eddie purred into your neck, locking eyes with steve.

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it was your first thanksgiving as a couple with eddie, and when the phone rang with a heartbroken steve on the other end, there was no way you could have imagined it would end up like this.

but you graciously opened up your home for the night for steve, filling wine glasses to the brim and making yourself scarce so your bf and his bestfriend could talk out steve’s love life woes.

steve had always been a flirt towards you, a little too friendly kisses on the cheek in greeting that soon led to linger hugs, him pressing your body flush to his.

eddie didn’t mind, almost always encouraging it, always showing you off, look at my girl stevie she’s fucking gorgeous isn’t she? steve would lick his lips with a haunted expression on his face before he excused himself from the room.

after a few bottles of wine and a heart to heart between the two guys, steve sat wide legged on the couch, eyes glazed over in a hooded drunk expression, watching your every move.

after checking on the turkey, and wiping your hands off on the emerald apron wrapped around your waist, steve patted the couch cushion next to him, beckoning you to come and sit down.

he sighs, shifting further into the couch and you pat his leg eyes looking up to him in remorse. nancy was your friend too, and you couldn’t believe she would do that to him.

“you can stay with us as long as you need, you’re always welcome here steve.” eyes brimming with tears as he smiles tiredly down at you, the knit cables on his brown sweater matching his eyes.

he smiles warmly, and looks down to the way your skirt has ridden up on your thighs, the garter set you wore for eddie now on display for anyone to see, and you sheepishly start to yank your skirt down before steve’s warm hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

your heart is in your throat and you absentmindedly lick your lips, looking up at steve through your lashes.

he dips closer to you, nose brushing your own.

“you don’t have to hide those pretty thighs from me, honey.”

your stomach feels like it’s going to bottom out. steve was handsome in a boy next door type of way, you drunkenly admitted that to eddie once and he never let you forget it, not in a mean way, but in a way that made you think given the opportunity, steve could be your third.

but that would never happen. because steve was with nancy. besides the shameless flirting was just playful, harmless. it meant nothing.

his fingers move up your thigh, fingering the lace of the black set on your legs, letting them go with a snap.

“y’know…eddie’s cool with this if you are.”

suddenly your mouth was dry and your pussy was wet.

eddie turned around the corner from the kitchen, a pickle crunched loud between his teeth and he looks at you, a devil smirk on his lips.

“this what you want sweet girl? i think our poor guest deserves some company, don’t you?” another pickle snaps between his teeth, his smile broadens when your thighs push together in a clench.

“think we got our answer munson.”

steve’s nose brushes the underside of your chin, kissing your neck in sweet sweeps of his lips, a tickle of his tongue. his hands grab your hip, pulling you towards him.

it was all moans and smacks of lips against hot flesh, your shirt came off in a flash and your fingers were wrapped in steve’s hair, his lips pressed to yours bruisingly sweet.

eddie stood and watched, coaching steve on the way you liked to be kissed, the right position to get you off, and then he joined in.

it was too much, the familiar touch if eddie and the new sting of steve.

“listen big boy, her pussy is mine, but that ass is all yours.” eddie instructed, having switched positions with steve so you were now straddling his hips.

you moaned into his mouth, barely able to keep yourself still when you heard the zip of steve’s pants coming undone, you had ridden his lap for almost a half hour, your pussy was clenched around his clothed cock and you knew it was big, big as thick as eddie’s but longer.

eddie’s hands spread your ass cheeks wide, and steve spit on your waiting hole.

“i’ll go slow honey, okay?” he murmured kissing your temple.

“she can handle it, this nasty girl loves her ass stuffed, don’t you baby?” eddie grunts, grinding you down into his lap, trying to pull another orgasm for you before steve has is way with you.

the mushroom top of steve’s cock presses heavy on your hole and you’re mewling for him, gasping when he pushes in further, eddie’s hands holding you open and steady for steve’s cock.

“so fuckin’ tight,” steve groans, “goddamn.”

it takes a few mins for you to adjust to his length, but when you finally do, eddie shoves his own cock into your slippery slick and your cock drunk on them both, full to the hilt, nothing but breathy moans and sweat slicked bodies sliding together between the three of you.

they move in tandem, taking it slow at first and then faster, you’re whimpering and moaning, clit red and banded from eddie’s and your fingers. steve’s bite marks on your shoulder.

when they come eddie yells out, and steve practically tears bites a hole through his lip, telling you how you’re so fucking good for them.

when you wake you’re in your own bed, eddie holding you, your forehead pressed into his chest, steve’s lips snug against your back.

it was the happiest thanksgiving you’ve ever had. burnt turkey and all.

s/o to lexapro for the wildest dreams on the planet

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neverinadream · 7 months

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The Birthday Boy

Summary: Celebrations start early for the birthday boy...

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: The Kind of Love We Make - Luke Combs

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, fluff-ish, pre-established relationship, dom!christian, sub!reader, semi public, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), 'slutty' is used in relation to the reader like once, praise kink-ish, nipple play, grinding, choking, biting, fingering, i think that's it's it...not edited

Notes: if i can't give the birthday boy birthday head then i'll write some smut instead, been a while since i wrote smut. feedback is always appreciated

"I don't know if I haven't told you this already, but you look so beautiful tonight," Christian says, his arm wrapping around your waist, hand resting on your hip, after leaving your seat and plopping yourself down in his lap. He nuzzles his face into your neck, the slight shadow of a beard tickling you. "But you didn't need to do all of this for me."

"Of course, I did," you disagree, your face inches from his. Butterflies swarm your belly as you notice the amber flecks scattered within his brown eyes. "It's your birthday," you continue, pressing your hand against his chest, "and since I know you'd prefer to have us curled up on the sofa, facetiming your parents, and watching reruns of Gossip Girl, rather than dining at some Michelin star restaurant...-"

Christian interrupts you with a chuckle, breaking your chain of thoughts for barely a second; just long enough for you to allow his laugh to wash over you.

"...-I had to try and make it somewhat special for you." You look back at the table, looking back at your empty plates, the candles slowly burning, casting a soft glow across your balcony, and the wine glasses still half full with some bottle of red you had picked up earlier that day. "Even if I did burn it a little bit."

His heart thumps inside his chest knowing you had gone out of your way to do all this for him. "Still," he mumbles, moving his hand to cup your face, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip, before sliding down to your chin, "slightly burnt food or not, you've made today better than I could have ever imagined." He was never going to used to the effect you had on him.

"Now you just have competition."

He grins. "Oh yeah?"

His tone is playful, and it ignites that same familiar fire from the first night you both met, when a tipsy and overly confident Christian had challenged the only person in the room who had yet to crack a smile to a game of beer pong.

"It's not that I don't trust your ability to make my birthday special," you shrug your shoulders, "but I think this will be pretty hard to top."

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

Your eyes are locked, and a searing heat fills your chest with anticipation of his next move as Christian leans closer. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, being careful not to smudge your lipstick. "Beautiful," he says, simple and effective to make your breathing heavier, your chest brushing against his with each exhale.

His lips finally meet yours after what feels like an eternity. They are soft as ever, like a pillow you can sink into, and you whimper into his mouth as you sink further into his hold.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in tighter as his hand cups your cheek. His touch makes your heart thump harder, each caress soft and attentive to make you as comfortable as possible, and soon enough, you start to feel the first flicker of fire licking through your veins as he deepens the kiss, his tongue prying your mouth open. He moans at your taste, cock twitching in his pants as he completely consumes you. His reaction has heat shooting through your middle and throbs at your centre.

You break apart, temporarily disrupting the kiss to straddle him, your centre coming to rest directly on his lap. Both of you groan as you settle your weight, a grin pinching the corners of your lips as he pushes his hips up into you. He's hard and thick below you.

"What time are your parents calling?" You ask, rocking your hips forward, the length of his cock pressing against you.

He lifts his wrist, checking his watch for the time. "In like twenty minutes," he mumbles, settling his hands on your hips, guiding your movement as you work up a rhythm.

You use your hands to drag his face to yours. "Then we better make this quick."

"No need to rush," he says, lips moving down the column of your neck. He bites, sucks and kisses you, and whilst you're sure they'll be something there for his parents to see later, you can't find it in you to care. It was his birthday. If he wanted to mark every inch of your body, you would let him. "We can start now," he grazes his teeth against your jaw, "and finish it later."

"I don't want you to be too exhausted tomorrow-"

"Don't worry about me, princess," he interrupts you, the bridge of his nose slowly turning pink, "just worry about doing something for me, okay?"

Your head falls back, allowing him more access to your neck. "A-Anything," you stutter, heat licking up your neck as you grow flustered from the desperation so clear in your voice.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the spot of skin beneath your ear. "Make a mess on my lap," he whispers, his voice so deep in your ear that it has your pussy clenching around emptiness. You moan approvingly at his filthy mouth, your wetness dampening the lace beneath your red dress, and your clit throbbing as he pushes his hardened length against you. "Grind that pretty pussy on me until you're dripping through whatever slutty underwear you have on under this dress," he continues, "I want you messy for me, baby, I want to feel you through my jeans."

You loop your arms around his shoulders, slamming your lips against his, letting his tongue explore your mouth as you continue to chase your high. You could feel his cock growing more rigid with each roll of your hips, and it sent a rush of confidence through you knowing you were the only one who got to make him feel this way.

"So fucking pretty for me," he mumbles, breathless as he pulls apart.

His gaze soaks in your smudged lipstick and hooded eyes, grinning as you lock your eyes together. His hands move from your hips, sliding the straps down your shoulders, and pulling your breasts free as he tugs the front down. Your nipples pebble from the evening chill and you whimper as he takes one of them into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth grazing against the tip.

"Do you like getting off on my lap, baby?" He asks, pinching your nipple as he releases it from his mouth. His length pulses and you suck in a gasp as it nudges and slides against your slit. "I only ask because you feel fucking amazing grinding on my cock," he twists your nipple, groaning as you bite down on his shoulder. You were trying to stop yourself from being too loud. After all, the balcony of your apartment wasn't exactly secluded from the rest of the neighbours.

Something hot coils in the base of your stomach and Christian's eyes flare as you reach to move his hand around your neck. "Please, Christian," you whimper, pressing his fingers in, wanting him to squeeze.

"Dirty, dirty girl," his fingers grip your throat tighter and he thrusts his hips, pulling a cry, sort of like a mewl, from your lips, "wanting me to choke you so you can cum." You moan, your cunt fluttering around nothing, desperately needing to be filled, as pleasure rushes through your bloodstream. "Is that it, baby?" He pulls you in by the throat, pressing his body firmly against yours. "Do you need me to squeeze your throat until you're on the edge?"

"Please," you choke, forcing it out.

He picks you up, knocking his wine glass over, the deep red spilling across the table as he drops you onto the edge. You go to turn your head but he stops you, forcing you to look up at him. "Forget about it," he forces your legs wide, hiking up your dress until it's bunched around your middle, "just focus on me. You can do that, can't you?"

You force your head to move, his touch like gasoline increasing the blaze that surged through your veins.

He grins. "Good girl."

His hand skims over your centre, the pads of his fingers running along the front of your underwear. Your hips buck, pushing into his hand as he finds your clit through the soaked material. "Look at all this mess," he tuts, pulling your underwear to the side, taking a look for himself. He licked his lips. Your wetness glistened on every part he looked. "She's just begging for me to kiss it," he purrs, your body jolting as he strokes his finger through your slit, ghosting over your clit, "needs me to look after her because you got her all messy."

He smears his finger against the seem of your lips, coating your mouth in your wetness. "Taste good, don't you, baby?" He licks your lips, tasting your juices off your own mouth. "It's a shame I'll have to wait to get a proper taste."

His hand is back at your core, spreading your lips open with two fingers, the chilled air finding your swollen clit making you gasp. "Watch 'em, baby," he instructs, circling his fingers at your entrance, the anticipation of them filling you makes your stomach clench, "watch how easily they disappear." You pan your eyes down and watch his two fingers push into your cunt, your back arching and hips bucking at their intrusion. He pulls them out, a sheen of your juices coating them. "She's so pretty with two of my fingers deep inside her," he purrs, pushing them back inside until he meets resistance.

Your hand flies up and wraps around his wrist, his forearm tensing under your palm, the veins protruding underneath his skin. "That's it," you choke out, moaning as your clit throbs and pulsates under his thumb. He applies more pressure, stroking it in hard circles. His fingers curl inside you, making your eyes roll and your vision rim black as they brush against the right spot. "Gonna cum-..."

He watches your mouth open in a silent scream, and continues to pump his fingers, scissoring them to stretch and fill up more space. Your inner walls clench tight around them, milking them like they would his cock, and it pulses with just the thought of it occurring later tonight. He might have taken you here on this balcony if he didn't have the incoming phone call from his parents.

"That's it; give it to me," his breath coats your face, fingers softening around your throat, leaving kisses along your jaw, "give it all to me." Satisfaction burrows deep inside your chest like a blanket of warmth wrapping tightly around you, and you slump your head against his shoulder, sucking in deep breaths as you try to catch it. "Such a good girl," he whispers sweetly into your ear, pulling the front of your dress up and fixing the straps.

Blowing out a breath, you lift your chin and look up at him. "Any chance you can't push the phone call back by like at least another thirty minutes?" You cheekily ask, fingers playing with the belt loops on his jeans.

A laugh rattles around his chest, his smile bright and wide. "Unfortunately not." He moves your hands, wrapping your arms around his middle before your hands can wonder.

"Fine," you pout, "but I get to make the birthday boy cum next."

Christian dips to find your mouth, humming as the taste of you still lingers on your lips. "Already looking forward to it."

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ikigaisvt · 9 months

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Everything Everywhere All at Once

You have always loved Vernon and that much he knows. What he doesn't know is that you love him more than a best friend probably should. He also doesn't know you're virgin; but that has no correlation, right? Or does it?

What you don't know about him? Well, he's in love with you too. And surprise, surprise, he's a virgin too.

pairing: reader x vernon, she/her!reader x vernon, virgin!reader x virgin!vernon, inexperienced!reader x somewhat experienced!vernon, bottom!reader x top!vernon (but no real power dynamics) words: 3.9k content: smut, fluff, slight angst warnings: dirty talk (subtle), begging, praising, fingering, first time for mcs, protected sex, kinda love making, very sappy tbh, vernon is vry horny, they're desperate for each other, petnames (for reader: babe, baby, sweetheart, my girl, girlfriend / for vernon: babe, baby, boyfriend), vernon is called pretty, slight angst ig?, reader wears lingerie note: MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI. i first thought of this idea after playing a silly kpop dating game with my bff and i got vernon as my best friend and first time,,, i thought it fit him all too well so i decided to write it! you absolutely don't have to know the movie EEAAO to read this, it's absolutely not related to its story. the last paragraph of the fic is inspired by a quote from EEAAO which i'll put here "of all the places i could be, i just want to be here with you." (same quote as on the banner). also, once again, shout out to @homerunhansol for hyping me up while i was in the process of writing this and for being so excited! this one is for you, my fav dolly 🫶

You love Vernon. You really do. You don't think you could have lived your life without him and thanks god you didn't had to. You often talk about being soulmates with each other; how the feeling of being together transcends anything else. Any love you have ever felt feels so little compared to what he makes you feel.

And people must be thinking how lucky you are to have such a wonderful partner.

But here's the problem: Vernon is your best friend and you have been in love with him for as long as you can remember.

As Vernon looks at his best friend sat next to him, on his couch, in his dorm, he wonders how a situation can feel so blessed and yet so cursed. He truly thinks being your best friend is the greatest gift in his life; you are an amazing friend, you never fail to support him and let him know how precious he is to this world. You understand every single one of his obsessions, from movies to cats to tacos. Despite all of this, you will forever – at least he thinks so – a source of hurt for him. Vernon has been in love with you for as long as he can remember and that's a lot of time. You have always been part of his life, just like his love for you has always been here, rooted deep in his heart, never swaying or moving aside for anyone else.

He knows it's all because of this love that he's still a virgin. He also knows that he probably should have gotten over it by now and lose his virginity with the numerous girls who have tried to get with him. He truly knows all this and yet he cannot get over this deep-rooted emotion he feels when you look at him, just as you are doing right now.

"Vernon? Earth to Vernon?" you say, waving your hand in front of his eyes, "Are you even listening to me?" you ask him, chuckling.

"Sorry, was up in my head for a sec." he answers, turning to give you his full attention.

"Let me guess, were you thinking about Everything Everywhere All at Once, again?" you tease him in a smile.

"No, I wasn't," he says, frowning a little, "It wasn't anything important." It was important.

"Okay, if you say so!" you tell him cheerfully, "Anyway, as I was saying, I was on a date with this boy and you know what was one of his first question?" you ask him, waiting for his answer which comes in a shake of his head, "If I was a virgin!" you say, dropping your hand in a dramatic way, "When I told him I was still one, he bolted out of that café-"

"Wait, you're still a virgin?" Vernon asks, completely surprised at the news. If there was someone who could pulled anyone, it'd be you.

"Oh, you missed that part too?" you tell him, still annoyed at the memory of said boy, Vernon nodding again, too shocked to let any words out, "yeah I confessed to- no I mean, I broke the news like 5 minutes ago. What you were thinking about must have been really important. Anyway, now I’m thinking I really need to get rid of my virginity card because it's blocking every relationship for me."

"But how can you get rid of it? It's not like you're going to jump on the first boy who's slightly interested in you?" he says, in disbelief at your words, "Right?"

"No! Of course not," you say trying to calm down your nerves at what you're about to say, "That's why I was thinking about this- What if you become my first time?" you finally throw as Vernon takes a sip of his coke, making him choke on it.

"What?" he answers in a strangled voice.

"Listen to me before you say no, please!" you beg, your hands joined in front of you, "I just- I trust you and I love you and you are definitely experienced," I am definitely not, Vernon thinks to himself, his cock already straining in his pants at the thought of even touching you, "And I can't think of anyone else better than you for this." you conclude, looking desperately in his eyes for any sign that you did not scared him away.

"This is a crazy idea, Y/N." his voice still hoarse from the coke incident.

"It really isn't," you fight back, "We don't have to talk about it to anyone. It will just be between me and you."

"Do you really trust me with this?" he asks you, pondering about the idea. if I say yes, when I say yes, it will be for me only, Vernon says to himself. So selfish. "If we do this, I have one request." Vernon tells you, already knowing his answer.

"Anything you want." you tell him, already eager to please. Cute.

"You have to watch Everything Everywhere All at Once with me." he asks, making this easier on purpose – if he’s true to himself he’s doing it mostly for him rather than you.

It's a few days later, when you scrubbed every inch of your skin that you and Vernon meet up – in your apartment (as it is roommate free) so you can, quite literally, fuck around. If someone told you months ago, you'd be doing this with your best friend, you wouldn’t believe them.

When Vernon walks in your apartment, you can see the anxiety on his face and in the way he holds himself. You’re starting to think you have broken your best friend with your proposition.

"You good?" you ask him, getting a hold of his hand, making him jump out.

"Y-Yeah! I'm fine," he tells you, his cock hardening already hardening against his pants for you.

"Come on," you say as you give him your hand, leading him to the bedroom.

When you both go into your room, Vernon notices how it is cleaner than any other day, no clothes lying on the floor (even though that will not last) while your bed is done nicely. You sit down at the foot of the bed, Vernon still standing in front of you.

"How- How do we process?" Vernon asks you, his knees shaking slightly.

"We don't have to do this, you know?" you say softly, "Maybe it was a bad idea after all." you mumble.

"No, no, no," he tells you hastily, falling on his knees to get to eyes level with you, "It's fine. I want to do this." he says, holding your hands tightly. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I want to do this too." you say, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"That's good to know," he chuckles slightly, stroking your hand with his thumb, "Can I kiss you?"

"Hm, you can." The nerves starting to get to you too, before easing up when Vernon gets a hold of your hand.

He leans in slowly at first, so you can back out at any moment but when he feels your hand squeeze his in a you can kiss me, he slams his lips to yours. He feels your hands move to his shirt, grabbing it tightly. After a few seconds of a sweet kiss, you part, feeling the emotion of finally sharing a kiss settle down in the pit of your stomach. You hide your face in his neck, whining softly.

"What is it?" he whispers, rubbing your back over your shirt.

"Nothing, 'm fine." you mumble, raising your head slightly, kissing at his jaw, making him shudder. You make your way back to his mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. Vernon hisses at each one, feeling sensitive already, his cock getting harder every time your lips touch his skin.

"Can I kiss you again?" you whisper against his lips.

"Of course," he says as he gets up, "Come on, lay down for me."

"Y-Yeah, okay."

"Good." he says as he gets onto the bed, holding himself up above you.

"Come here," you mumble softly, raising your arms to touch him, "please."

Vernon lowers himself, your nose touching, as you close the space between your lips, opening your mouth slightly. You moan quietly when he starts to kiss you harder as if he wanted to do this his whole life. If only you knew.

As the kiss gets even more heated, you start to play with the hem of his shirt, wanting him to get it off so you can feel him completely.

"Want me to get this off?" he asks you, trying to keep it together for your sake. After all, you think he has experience.

"Yeah," you breath out, "I can take mine off too." you whisper softly.

"it's okay, you don't have to," he utters, sitting up on his heels, "Anything you're comfortable with."

"I want to." you tell him, looking up with shiny eyes.

"Alright, baby." he answers before pulling up his shirt, revealing his toned torso, blushed a light pink.

"You look so pretty-" you sigh out, laying your hand on his stomach, feeling his happy trail under your palm.

"T-Thank you." he mumbles, reaching out for your shirt in a sign that he wants to see you too. Your shirt gets pulled off in a few seconds, revealing a pretty baby pink bra, made mostly of lace.

"Fuck- You look so good," he moans out, his pants getting tighter at every passing second, “Is this for me?" he asks in a low voice, reaching out for your chest, almost hissing – as you moan – at the sensation of the lace under his fingers, as if it burns him.

"Hm, yeah," you admit in a small voice, "Wanted to be pretty for you- It's a matching set, too." you moan out at the way he plays with your covered tits. He must have done this to so many girls, you think to yourself, and you feel the tears welling up in your eyes but you push it down. If you can have him at least once, you will take it. No matter how much it hurts.

"You're going to kill me," he whines, the desperation making the fire in the pit of his stomach grow bigger and bigger, "Can I see?"

"Yeah." you nod, feeling the shyness gather up in a blush all the way down your neck. As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he works at the buttons on your pants, chuckling slightly at the way his hands are shaking from nervousness. Once your pants slide down, Vernon gasps at the way your baby pink panties hug your pussy so well.

"It looks gorgeous- No, I mean- You look gorgeous." he sighs out, the stress making him mumble rapidly.

"Thank you," you exhale, clutching onto his hand tightly, "Why are you so nervous? You already did this. I’m sure you know what to do."

"Well- I know what I’m doing b-but only up until this point." he mumbles under his breath, finally confessing to being a virgin too.

"What do you mean?" you ask, not quite understanding the situation.

"I mean- I already did all this and some more. I already used my fingers on someone but-" he chokes out, the words not quite wanting to form in his throat, "I’m a virgin too."

"Oh." you say softly, shocked that your best friend – whom you are deeply in love with and who's extremely hot, is a virgin too. He softly lets go of his hold on your hand, understanding that you might want to back out of your arrangement. After all, this is not what you were expecting.

"I’d understand if you don't want to keep going." he utters.

"Hey," you interject gently, holding his hand once again, "Can I know why?"

He sighs out; "Maybe one day I will tell you." In a very very very long time.

"Okay, that's fine," you smile, "It doesn't matter anyway."

"No? It doesn't?" he asks, surprised.

"No, it doesn’t. I want you," you reply, looking up at him, a pleading look across your face, "And I’m so wet. You can't just leave me like this."

"Fuck- Okay," he murmurs, knowing you want him and not his experience making this whole situation way different, "What can I do? I don't want to do something you don't want."

"Will you touch me? Please?" you ask, your hands softly touching his back, goosebumps appearing on his skin.

"Can you open your legs for me, baby?" he asks, his hands pushing your legs open gently. You fall open at his might, Vernon seeing your pretty panty with a wet patch already showing.

"Shit baby- You're so fucking wet for me already."

"i told you so," you whine as your hips buck at him, "Will you touch me n-" you choke out, not even being able to finish your phrase that his fingers meet over your panties, rubbing your clit in a circle motion. Your moans fill the room pretty soon and its only music to Vernon’s ears.

"You sound so good for me- you're driving me crazy." he tells you, his cock pressing against the harshness of his pants' seam making him groan out. He knows he already ruined his briefs from how much pre-cum is oozing from his cock.

"Shit- Vernon," you say, choking out on your moans, "Just get rid of my panties, please."

"Y-Yeah, of course, sure," he mumbles, panicking at the thought of seeing your pussy in full light. He tugs at your panties, your hips raising to help him get it off, "You look so pretty," he says, the second it's off, already teasing your hole with one finger, "Everywhere. You look so pretty, everywhere." he rectifies, blushing deeply. "I’ll start slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop."

"Don't worry," you say as you grasp at his other hand, intertwining your fingers together, "I will." you whisper, bringing your intertwined hands to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

He slowly thrust his index, feeling your warmth hugging him tight, making him wonder how the fuck are you even gonna take his cock.

“You good, babe?” he tells you, breathless, brushing your hair out of your face messily.

“Yeah- feels so good.” you say, in a high pitch, already choking on pleasure. “You can move. I- can take it.” you assure him, closing your eyes, letting your body fall into the slow rhythm he settled for.

Vernon works you open slowly, your hips bucking up slightly at the sensation after he adds a second finger.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” he says, your walls clamping around his fingers, “How are you even going to take me?” he mumbles under his breath as he never stops his movements, bringing you so close to the edge.

“I’m so close, please-” You beg, wanting to fall off the edge already. Your hand grips his even harder, wanting to feel him all at once.

“You can come whenever, okay? Just let me know,” he replies, adding pressure to your clit with his thumb, “I might need to prepare my heart to see my pretty girl cum.”

“Stop being so silly,” you say, short of breath, “you might kill the mood.”

“I’m not silly,” he says out loud but as you fall of the edge he adds, “I’m just in love with you.” quietly, thinking you will not hear it with the fog shortening all of your sensations but your sense of touch. You feel Vernon everywhere; in the depth of your brain, thoughts of him dazing everything for you and also in the beating of your heart, how it slows down when his breath gets caught in his throat and how it speeds up when he utters a word, especially when he confesses of being in love with you. Your pleasure keeps going up and up, thinking of how he’s in love with you as much as you’re in love with him, until it starts to goes down and you realize he doesn’t know you heard him and that you love him too.

“Me too.” you whisper, once you catch your breath, as if loving him is still a shameful secret that should never be brought into daylight.

“This is not the kind of things people say after their first orgasm.” he utters as he rubs at your hips, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m in love with you too.” you clarify, bringing your hand up to the hair falling into his eyes as shock can be read on his face.

“Y-you heard me?” he answers quietly, his world slightly crumbling around him as his brain didn’t register your words just yet.

“Yeah, I did.” you chuckle slightly as your rub at his hand, waiting for realization to hit him. Realization that you love him too.

“Shit- this is so ba-” he starts, before cutting himself off, “did you just say you’re in love with me too?”

“Yeah, I did.” You repeat, amusement showing on your face.

“Oh. Oh.” He utters, happiness making its way on his face as quickly as pink tint his cheeks, “Do you, really? You’re not just saying this, right? It’s not an in-the-moment thing? You really do, right?” he babbles fast, nervousness still present within his heart – and in his voice.

“Vernon, baby,” you say, grabbing his face in your two hands, stroking his cheeks, “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I got to learn about love. This is the cheesiest thing I can probably say but it’s the truth. You’re who taught me love, who made me realize I’d never settle for someone who loves me less than you do. Trust me when I say I love you; I do, in every way. As a best friend and as a girl who thought she was in an unrequited love all of her life.” you confess, hoping it can ease his nerves – mostly so he can fuck you. You want him even more, now.

“Do you know you just made this whole thing way hotter, now?” He mumbles, redness still covering his cheeks – and even his torso.

“By confessing my undying love for you?” you giggle, your hands resting on his shoulders, playing with his hair at back of his neck, “I’m glad then, baby.”

“Do you want to keep doing this?” he asks, leaning down to kiss at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses from one side to the other as your hands wrap around his shoulder, whining at the way he’s so eager to please you.

“Baby- yeah, please,” you plead, “I want you.”

Vernon groans slightly at your desperation, thinking that maybe all along you wanted to have him and not just to have someone take your virgin card. Vernon keeps leaving kisses along your neckline, your collarbones, your jaw, slowly working you two up again; you, pleased by the sensation of his warm mouth marking your body forever and him, thrilled to please you as he hears your sweet whimpers begging him to fuck you. He detaches himself from you, despite your whines making him want to grab you in his arms and never let you go, to take a condom from his jean’s back pocket. He climbs on the bed again, sitting on his heels as he puts the condom on, while you watch him resting on your elbows.

“Are you ready?” Vernon asks as he finds his place over you again, opening your legs slightly with his hand while you lay down again.

“Hm, I am,” you whisper, brushing his hair back, “Are you?”

“Y-yeah,” he says, offering his hand to you in a please hold me, “take a deep breath for me, okay? I read it can sting but we will go slow, okay?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I trust you.” you add before he pushes his tip inside. He keeps going so he fully settles in you, your pussy clenching around him as your hand squeezes his.

“You’re okay?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against your cheek before leaving a full of love kiss against it.

“Hm, j-just give me a minute.” you utter out, leaning into his touch against your cheek.

“You feel so good around me, my girl.” he whispers as he moans out loud at the way you clench around him at his words.

“Y-you can move.” you tell him, feeling your slight pain subside, only for pleasure to replace it.

As soon as he settles a gentle rhythm, you can feel his pleasure building up as he moans out louder at every passing second, your whines mixing with his, your pleasure sitting in the pit of your stomach.

“Babe- fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he whines, loving the way you tighten around him, “You feel so good- fuck, you’re so good for me.” he mumbles incoherently, pleasure taking over his every cells.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whimper, “you can cum, cum for me, cum for me, baby,” you tell him, holding him as he plops against your chest, his hip giving one last push as he comes, burbling against your shoulder – a mix of moans, I love you’s and thank you’s.

You rub his back for a few minutes, waiting for him to come down his high, feeling his breath hit your neck every time he exhales. His heart, which you feel strumming against your chest, slowly calm down before he pulls out of you and gets up to get rid of the condom. He’s quickly back on the bed, holding himself over you, his face still harboring a pretty hue of red, drops of sweat still showing at his hairline.

“You look so pretty,” you whisper, looking up at him with stars in your eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers, a deeper shade of red creeping on his cheeks, “you didn’t come.” He mumbles under his breath, a slight pout making its way on his lips.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, slowly pushing him back so you can straddle him, “we have a whole life now, don’t we?” you laugh, kissing his cheek before getting up, “Come on! We need to shower.”

It’s only after a shared shower and countless kisses that you find yourself under the sheet again your head resting against his naked chest. You gently play with his fingers as it rests over the sheet, his other hand lightly rubbing at your bare back, giving you goosebumps all over.

“What now?” he says quietly, as if he expects you to let him slip through your fingers.

“Now, you can call me your girlfriend,” you chuckle slightly, knowing he doesn’t how to go about the new relationship, “and I’ll call you my boyfriend.” Vernon giggles at your corniness, loving how you can ease up his nerves so quickly.

“Okay, girlfriend. What do you want to do for our first date?” he asks after leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

You think for a few seconds, still playing with his fingers as he rests his chin on your head, before you sit up quickly, turning around to face him.

“I know, I know!” you say loudly, almost jumping up and down from excitement.

“Okay, babe,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “care to share a thought?”

“Let’s have watch Everything Everywhere All at Once as a first date!” you tell him, proud of your idea.

“Oh, didn’t I choose my girl well?” he says before grabbing your arm, making you fall down in his embrace again.

No matter what the future holds for you and Vernon, you both know that despite all the places you could be, you both just you want to be with each other. In every world. In every timeline. And in every universe.

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I would love prompt #1 with Steve Harrington! Pretty please 🫶🏻

Wrong Address

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, miscommunication, instant connection

1. Three dozen roses have just been delivered to your door on accident, in attempts to find the sender and correct the mistake, you discover you might have just found your match.

word count: 1.5k

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While running late for work, the last thing you expect to do is nearly trip over three dozen roses sat outside your apartment door. Shock is what hits you first considering you couldn’t think of a single person who would be sending these to you. Especially today. Being late is no longer on your mind as you bend to grab the note sat perfectly in the center of the most gorgeous bouquet you have ever seen.

Robin,

I’ll always be your Valentine if you need one xoxo

Steve Harrington

Professor - University of Chicago

Realizing the flowers aren’t for you, sadness washes through you. Sighing you accept being late is just what’s going to happen today. Collecting all the flowers you walk to the phone on your wall and dial your work number. Lisa your boss is understanding when you say you won’t be in for a few hours and to take the day if you need. So with damaged pride and defeat, you hail a cab with enough roses to make you look crazy, and find yourself on the way to University of Chicago.

It takes twelve wrong turns and three employees to finally point you in the direction of Steve Harrington’s office. You prepare yourself for a balding middle aged man when you knock on the door but instead a young boy with dough eyes and fluffy hair surprises you. Confusion covers his face first as you give him a sheepish smile, a little bewildered because he was cute and you were holding three dozen roses outside his workspace.

“Sadly I’m not Robin, but I do appreciate the gesture” you say with a shrug that lifts the three bouquets in your arm. Realization finally paints his face as his looks at you.

“Shit, she is always yelling at me about not writing down her apartment number. I should have listened” he says, sultry voice wrapping around your heart and squeezing.

“It’ll be our secret, I promise I won’t tell” you say, lifting the flowers his way which he immediately moves to grab. The electric shock that vibrates through you due to his touch is surprising.

“A trustworthy stranger, my favorite kind” he says with a grin, red petals now tickling the bottom of his chin.

“I couldn’t just leave them, it’s Valentines Day after all. She’s a lucky girl” you offer and the boy is instantly shaking his head at your sentence.

“Oh, it’s not like that. She’s my best friend and she just got her ass dumped. I was just doing my part” he says quickly and the blush that covers your face surprises you both.

“I don’t know if that makes me like you more or intimidates me” you finally say, a rush of confidence spiking your heart rate.

“Maybe you’d like to decide over a cup of coffee?” he suggests and the smile that covers your face answers the question for you.

“I’d like that” you say and he nods, turning to dump the roses on top of his desk and quickly step out into the hallway with you as he shuts and locks his door.

“Thank you by the way. Not many people would’ve taken the time to find the correct owner” Steve says after a beat, wringing his hands together as you exit the building and step out onto campus.

“You’re welcome, kinda helped you signed it with your job title as well” you say with a chuckle and the realization that you know his name and he doesn’t know yours comes quickly.

“Shit I’m sorry, I should properly introduce myself. I’m Steve and you are?” his big eyes glance over into your own and you can’t stop the blush that covers your cheeks as you repeat your name back to him.

“What do you teach?” you ask after a moment and Steve smiles, his hand reaching up and running through his messy locks.

“Sports History” he says with a soft chuckle like he can’t even believe it himself. “Not really the most noble profession but it pays the bills I suppose” he says, a bit embarrassed. After all the chaos in Hawkins he found himself at community college doing a degree that didn’t bore him and somehow he ended up here.

“I wouldn’t say that. I mean you’re a professor. You’re teaching people no matter the subject” you offer and the soft smile that covers his face shows his appreciation towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind campus coffee” he finally says, nodding towards a small building that you’re happy to go in.

“Coffee is coffee” you agree as he holds open the door. After giving him your order you find a small table for you both, being careful not to glance up at him too much.

“What made you get into teaching?” you ask when he returns, warm cup of coffee now placed in your hand.

“The kids. Back home I was friends with this group of kids and as much as I pretended I didn’t, I adored them. When I planned to move away there was something comforting about the idea of spending time with people their age” he says and somehow this perfect stranger becomes even more perfect.

“Where is home?” you find yourself asking and he smiles, reminiscing on a place he hadn’t been in a very long time.

“Small town Hawkins, Indiana. Me and Robin moved out here a few years back and I landed the job at the University” he explains, taking a sip of his own coffee and glancing up at you.

“That’s sweet, you two have been friends that long?” the suggestion in your voice isn’t masked well, it’s just surprising to hear of opposite gender friends and not assume there are some sort of feelings there.

“Since I was eighteen. We never go anywhere without each other, especially when we moved here. She only recently moved out to live with her girlfriend, the one who thought it’d be cool to dump her right before Valentine’s day” and suddenly it all makes sense. The kind gesture, three dozen roses, saying he would always be her Valentine, how there was no shared feelings between the two.

“That sucks. You’re a good friend for trying to cheer her up” you say, now smiling at the idea of there being a man out there caring enough to send three dozen roses to his friend who had her heart broken.

“Yeah, which I guess now that my office hours for the day are over I better hand deliver the flowers” he says, laughing to himself for writing down the wrong address. Then again it would’ve never led you to him.

“I probably should be heading home anyway” you mutter, a bit disappointed that he was already thinking of leaving you behind. You must’ve not left the same impression that he did on you.

“I can drive you, if you like. After all you live in her building” and the offer has you perking up like an excited puppy dog.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” you grin and he smiles right back, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I don’t mind at all” so you find yourself in his old maroon BMW, still in pristine condition, with the flowers collected from his office now on your lap. You laugh when he tells you it’s his same car from high school and the more you find out about him the more charming he becomes.

“What floor?” you ask him in the elevator, giggling at his rose filled arms.

“4th” he mutters out, shifting and then sneezing from the flowers in his face.

“Well Romeo, try not to send them to the 3rd next time” you say, referring to your own floor and he chuckles as the doors close and lift you up. When the doors open on you floor you go to step forward before noticing he is following you.

“Oh, sorry. This is my stop, one more floor for you” you say and a sad look crosses his face quickly.

“Oh, I guess I just figured you’d deliver them with me” he says with a soft chuckle and you look at the sweet boy who had managed to crawl his way into your heart within the last hour.

“This feels like something you should do alone but hey, I’m not going anywhere all day and it’s Valentine’s after all. So if Robin is willing to share, you know where to find me” you say with a grin, stepping towards him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Does seven work?” he asks with red cheeks as you step into the hall and you flash him a quick smile.

“It’s a date” and the elevator doors shut close, lifting him away and leaving you with a dopey grin.

Who would have thought three dozen roses not meant for you would still turn out to be the best Valentines gift you ever got.

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lunarbuck · 11 months

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In Our Element (College!Stucky x f!reader)

pairing: college!stucky x f!reader (any race)

wc: 3.4k

summary: A camping trip with your friends leads to more than you bargained for

warnings: friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, p in a), threesome, polyamory, MMF relationship

a/n: thank you @flordeamatista for hyping this fic up and for daydreaming with me <3 i hope you guys enjoy!!

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You practically moan as you toss your backpack to the ground at the top of the bluff. Bucky laughs, following your lead. The camping trip was Steve’s idea, so of course, he didn’t have any trouble with the hike up the bluff or with the heavy backpack. He practically skipped the whole way here.

He gives you a bright smile as he unclips the tent from the bottom of his pack. “You two gonna help me or am I on my own here?” He asks, spreading out the tarp. Bucky rolls his eyes but helps out his friend.

In an effort to be somewhat helpful, you decide to start gathering wood for the fire. Even though your legs feel noodly and it’s way hotter than you thought it would be, you’re still happy to be here. The three of you will start your 4th and final year of college in just a few weeks; it feels surreal.

You’ve known Steve and Bucky since freshman year and it’s crazy to think that at the end of this school year, the three of you won’t necessarily be in the same place anymore. Both the boys will probably get shipped out after graduation and you haven’t quite decided what’s next for you.

It’s not very easy to force yourself to stop thinking about it, but when you haul back your arm full of firewood and see Bucky and Steve bickering about the tent, it all seems to fade away. You dump the wood and dig out a fire pit, trying to remember your firemaking skills from girl scouts.

It takes you a few tries and way more matches than Troupe Leader Nicols would have approved of, but eventually, you have a fire. The boys manage to get the tent up without killing each other, and this place is starting to come together.

“Look at you go, angel.” Bucky starts pulling the food out of his pack, laying it out so he can start cooking. Even though you’ve known him for three years, you haven’t quite gotten used to how tall Bucky is. Steve too, honestly. They’re both built like goddamned brick walls and even when Bucky is sitting beside you, he isn’t even eye level.

Now you won’t beat around the bush. Bucky is incredibly easy on the eyes. Especially with the firelight flickering in his deep blue eyes. His brown hair is swept up off his forehead in a carelessly sexy way that makes you want to scream, but you keep it contained. It’s never been like that between the two of you. He’s always kept his conquests out of your friendship, opting to give you bare-bone details about his casual hookups.

It’s the same with Steve. You watch him as he walks toward the fire, a soft smile on his lips. He’s beautiful, you’ve thought so since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re doing okay, checking in. He makes butterflies burst in your heart every time he comes around.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve says, sitting beside you. Bucky arranges the little tin foil packets on the hot stones, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m happy the three of us could finally get out here. We’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while.”

Your heart warms at his words. Steve and Bucky are your best friends, they’ve been there for you through all the ups and down college has thrown at you. You’re not sure you would’ve survived without them. Part of you feels guilty for developing feelings for them, for the fact that you want more when they’ve already given you everything.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you reply, nudging Steve with your shoulder. “This is perfect.” The glow from the fire softens his usual sharp, classically charming features, and you feel yourself melt at the sight of them. Behind him, the sun is setting, painting the sky with bright oranges and pinks, and everything feels so… right.

Once the food is warmed up, Bucky passes everything out and you all dig in. Conversation flows easily between the three of you, reminiscing and laughing about the past, and before you know it, the stars are shining in the sky.

“It’s so clear up here,” Bucky mumbles, tilting his chin to stare at the constellations. “Can never see this many stars in the city.” You follow his line of sight and find his eyes tracing the outline of Hercules.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” Bucky turns, grinning down at you. Suddenly, it feels like there’s no air. The way he’s looking at you sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” Your lips part on a gasp, mind spinning.

“Bucky.” You can barely hear your voice when you speak. He just smirks and flicks his eyes behind you to where Steve is watching silently. You quickly turn to him, heat flooding your body.

“S’mores?” He asks, not appearing fazed by the moment between you and Bucky. You watch him arrange the s’mores materials and hand out sticks to roast marshmallows as if nothing happened.

“Steve, I–” He just smiles and shakes his head a little as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. You shake it off, taking the stick from Steve and roasting a marshmallow. You stare at the flames, feeling off-kilter from the heated moment with Bucky. You don’t want to hurt Steve, you care so much about him. You couldn’t ever pick between the two of them, your feelings equally strong for both men. You don’t want him to feel like you’ve chosen Bucky over him.

Before your marshmallow has a chance to light on fire, you pull it away from the flames and make your s’more. The chocolate melts in your mouth and you grin; s’mores could probably solve all your problems.

You feel fingers turning your chin and suddenly you’re back face-to-face with Bucky. “You’ve got a little somethin’ here, angel,” he whispers. His thumb gently rubs against the corner of your mouth as he slowly leans toward you. When he’s just inches away, his lips tip up into his signature smirk, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to your lips. He’s kissing you softly, but there’s so much passion in it. Bucky’s hand cups your face while his metal fingers rest on your waist, holding you steady.

You lean into his kiss, head buzzing. You’ve wanted this for years, since the first time you met him, and now it’s happening. But you can’t forget that Steve is beside you, watching. Watching his best friend kiss you right in front of him. That’s what makes you pull away.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Bucky says, thumb tracing over your lips.

“Language.” Steve’s scolding tone is also a teasing one, and you turn to find him watching you and Bucky with hooded eyes. He reaches out, placing a hand on your leg. His palm is warm against your skin but you still shiver at that contact.

“Stevie,” you whisper. He nods, shifting closer until he can lean his forehead against yours.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” When he kisses you, he tastes sweet like the s’more and smells smokey from the fire. His hand rests on your hip opposite from where Bucky’s is, and the feeling of both of them touching you at the same time sends you spinning. Never, in any of the scenarios you’d thought up did they both want you, let alone at the same time. Sure, you’ve fantasized about it, dreamed about it, but you didn’t think it’d ever happen.

Bucky’s hands find your shoulders, grazing your neck. You feel him lean down and press his lips to the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and you groan into Steve’s kiss. Heat builds between the three of you, a sense of urgency you’ve never felt before.

“You’re perfect,” Bucky says into your skin, sucking gentle marks in places that make you see stars. “Our perfect little angel.” Steve pulls away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, and you look between the two men, stunned.

“I never thought…” your voice fades as you lose yourself in both of them.

“Never thought what?” Steve prompts, trailing across your face.

“Never thought that you two would feel this way for me.” Bucky chuckles, still pouring his attention into your neck.

“We’ve never met a girl like you, angel,” Bucky tells you, and you truly believe it. “You’ve been ours since you met us, we’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Your heart slams in your chest so hard you swear it’s going to burst right out.

“How do you feel?” Steve asks, holding your face in his big, warm hands. “Is this okay?” You nod quickly, earning you a laugh from both men.

“I feel like I’m floating,” you reply. Four hands move over your body, feeling every inch of you. Two sets of lips kiss you, taste you, and unravel you. Bucky adjusts you so you’re able to lean back against him and Steve moves with you, not letting you go for even a moment. Sandwiched between the two mountain-like men, you’ve never felt safer, never felt better.

When they pull away, both men help you stand. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, but it’s worth it to see them both smiling happily at you.

“Angel,” Bucky says, turning your head with two fingers. You love that nickname. You don’t remember where it came from, you used to roll your eyes at it, but you’ve always loved it. Especially when Bucky says it like that. “We can stop if you want to, we don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”

“What if I want it all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Then we’ll give it to you,” Steve answers. He guides you toward him, hooking his fingers in the hem of your shirt before tugging it off you. You shiver in the night air, but Bucky is quick to warm you up, his lips finding your shoulder.

Steve works your shorts off next, helping you step out of them. In just your panties and bra, you should feel exposed, but you don’t. Steve and Bucky make you feel beautiful, they make you feel strong. Steve admires you for a moment, bright blue eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. Then, he turns you to face Bucky.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this, angel,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you. His metal fingers are cold against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Behind you, Steve steps in close, tracing his fingers along your back. The shapes he draws are followed by his lips. It takes you a moment, but you realize he’s drawing the constellations on your back, kissing the stars into your skin.

Both of the men kneel and Steve unclasps your bra. Bucky instantly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, taking your other breast into his hand. Steve watches from over your shoulder, breathing heavily as he takes in the sight of Bucky worshiping you. His hands trace down your torso, finding the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. You gasp, one hand burying itself in Bucky’s hair, the other reaching back to hold onto Steve.

Steve’s fingers slide up your legs before his right hand reaches the crux of your thighs. His other hand anchors in Bucky’s hair, tugging it lightly. You’re desperate for him; for them, and you know he can feel it. His fingers slide against you, knocking your clit with each pass. “You’re so wet,” he tells you, sliding a finger inside of you. “So wet for us, angel.”

Bucky groans against your nipple before pulling away to watch Steve finger you. “Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, resing his forehead against your sternum. “I know, language.” Steve chuckles by your ear, adding a second finger. He picks up his pace, hitting a spot inside of you that makes your head go fuzzy. Your knees wobble, and Bucky holds them, not letting you fall.

“Why don’t we take this to the tent, Buck,” Steve suggests. The other man nods, and a second later, he scoops you into his arms. Steve helps the two of you settle the tent after putting out the fire, and once you’re laying down between the two of them, they’re back on you.

Bucky slides down between your legs, tongue running over your pussy like he’s starving, while Steve’s tongue laves your breasts. Bucky works you back to the point Steve had gotten you to, the band in your belly ready to snap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him to where you want him, and as he works tight circles over your clit, you come apart, shaking in his and Steve’s arms.

“So perfect, angel, so perfect,” Bucky whispers against your clit. “Gimme another one, come on.” He slides two fingers inside of you, stretching you while he tastes you. You’re sensitive since you just came, but Bucky is quick to soothe any ache you feel. Steve sucks marks across your breasts and neck, ones that you’re so happy to wear, and you come again just thinking about it.

“Please, please,” you moan, gently guiding Bucky’s face away from your pussy.

“Tell us what you want,” Steve tells you, kissing your cheek. You glance between him and Bucky, who is still resting between your thighs, and feel a renewed heat in your belly.

“I want both of you.” Bucky raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “I want both of you at the same time.” Steve and Bucky exchange a glance, and for a moment, you worry you’ve suggested the wrong thing. “Or, or not, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”

“Angel,” Bucky says, nipping at your inner thigh. “That was the perfect suggestion.”

“Really?” You look at Steve for confirmation, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

“Really,” he replies. “We’ve been wanting that since we both realized we had feelings for you. We talk about it all the time, what we’d do to you, what you’d sound like.” Your mind floods with downright pornographic images of those conversations until Steve and Bucky pull you back to the real world.

“If you’re gonna take us we’re gonna have to get you ready,” Bucky says, shifting onto his knees. He slides his hands over your legs, but his eyes are on Steve. “You just gonna stare, Stevie? Or are you gonna do something?” Steve does his best to maneuver over to Bucky, and when he’s between your legs too, he strips Bucky out of his shirt and works his pants down too. Bucky strips Steve next, and before you know it, they’re both naked. You can’t take your eyes off of them, off of their perfectly sculpted bodies.

Bucky tugs Steve into a bruising kiss, both men melting into each other. They fit perfectly together, feeding off one another in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful. When they pull apart, they’re both panting. They turn to you next, lust filling their eyes.

Steve sinks lower and Bucky slides two fingers inside of you. Bucky moans as Steve takes his dick into his mouth. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch. You’ve never had voyeuristic tendencies before, but these men bring out a new side of you.

Bucky smirks, one hand working you, the other hand cupping Steve’s head. He looks completely in his element. Bucky’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you out, but seeing how big he and Steve are, you aren’t sure any amount of preparation will be enough.

When Bucky decides you’re ready, he moves, pulling Steve off of him. Steve’s face is flushed, but he grins as he positions himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your pussy and notches the head of his dick at your entrance. You press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss as he presses inside of you. He’s stretching you more than Bucky’s fingers, but it feels so incredible.

“Oh my god, angel,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you. ”You’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” Bucky lays down beside you, hand sliding down to where Steve is fucking you. He circles your clit slowly in contrast to the pace Steve is setting.

“Doesn’t he feel good?” Bucky whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers lower, slipping one inside of you with Steve’s dick. You jolt at the feeling, but Steve kisses you sweetly, nipping at your lower lip. “His cock is perfect, isn’t it, angel? Hitting all the right spots, huh?”

“Shit, yes,” you moan, your head lolling back as Steve fucks you. “It feels so good.” Steve and Bucky seem to be communicating telepathically, because they keep moving in sync. Steve will shift, Bucky will move with him. They play your body like a fiddle, like they know you better than you know yourself.

Eventually, they manage to get Steve below you with you on top, riding him. He’s even deeper this way, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Bucky sits behind you, sliding his hands all over you, kissing you everywhere.

“You ready for the next step?” Bucky asks, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper. You’ve been on edge for a while, everytime you get close to coming Steve slows down, not letting you finish. Bucky rustles through a bag and you hear a click before you feel one of his fingers, slick and warm, pass over your ass. You shiver at the feeling but keep grinding against Steve.

Bucky works his finger inside of you, and even just the feeling of his finger in your ass coupled with Steve’s dick makes the band in your belly snap. You come on a groan, leaning back against Bucky’s chest. Once you’re relaxed, he adds a second finger. You feel like you’re going to explode. Bucky keeps working you, keeps stretching you, all the while whispering in your ear.

“So perfect for us, angel, so good. You squeezin’ my fingers so tight, squeezing Stevie so good.” After he feels you’re ready, you feel him pull away. Next, his lubed cock presses against your ass and you stifle a groan. Bucky runs his hands over you soothingly before he presses inside of you.

Steve moans loudly from below you, gripping your hips tightly. “Oh my god, Bucky, she’s so much tighter now.” You whimper as they start to move in tandem, stretching you to your limit.

“Come on, Stevie, show her how much you want her,” Bucky goads as he tweaks your nipples. Steve bucks below you, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, your head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder, and all you can do is take it. Bucky presses in deeper, fucking you at an agonizing pace.

“God, angel, you feel so good. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” He whimpers the words, and you can tell he’s getting close. You run your hands along his chest, scraping him lightly with your nails, and he comes on a loud moan. Bucky keeps thrusting into you, making a sensitive Steve whine, but he comes soon after, filling you.

The three of you lay in an exhausted, sexed-out heap, breathing heavily. You’re blissed out between the two of them, loving how even though they’re about to pass out, they’re still caressing you; still holding you.

“I should go get something to clean us up,” Steve says, moving to sit up, but you grab him and pull him back down, tugging him into your chest.

“Not yet,” you whisper. Bucky joins your cuddle heap despite the heat coming off everyone’s bodies. “Just stay here with me.”

When setting up the tent, Bucky and Steve had opted to keep the rain fly off since it’s not supposed to rain, so you can see the stars through the mesh top of the tent. After a few moments of sated silence, you speak again. “Is this real?”

“Of course it’s real, angel,” Bucky replies, squeezing one of your hands. “Our feelings for you are real. This is real.”

“Your feelings for us are real, right?” Steve asks, lacing his fingers with your other hand.

“Of course.”

“Then it’s real,” Steve says. “We care about you so much, angel, and we want this to work out. Real.”

Eventually, you let Steve get you cleaned up. The three of you fall asleep in a tangled mess, but you couldn’t be happier. Tonight was perfect, this trip, these men, everything. Absolutely perfect.

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killmeprettypleasee · 11 months

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could do a Ghost x Rockstar male reader smut? Basically where the reader is being a flirt with a random fan and ghost gets jealous.

ROCKING ON THE COUCH

I'm making this on my friends phone lmao-

Warning: smut ofc, bj (Ghost receiving), I believe Ghost has a breeding kink, might have some errors, kinda cheating but not really-, rough seggs.

Today you were signing autographs for your fans, you saw how long the line was and the crowed was very noisy but you don't mind.

While you were signing some girl your autograph suddenly she said something you did not expect "your hot y'know that? How about you date me?" She said with a smirk on her face and licked her lips trying to seduce you, you just chuckled softly "hm? You think so.. well I might date you but-" "but what?" You got caught off but you shrugged it away.

You crossed your arms and leaned back to your seat "nothing Hun.. in all honesty your quite cute~" at the background you notice you boyfriend and smirked.. it been awhile since you saw him but you smirked and continued flirting with her, you knew Ghost can hear everything and swore his face was red with rage and jealousy, after signing it she walked away giving you her number and Ghost was in your sight now.. he grumbled under his breath "meet me home after this.. we need to talk" he said sharply and walked away.. and you just smirked and leaned back to your seat knowing what will happen after this and damn you were excited..

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after that you were exhausted but your mind kept racing in excitement from the thoughts training in your mind, you quickly got out of the building that held your convention and got inside your car and raced to your shared house with Simon.

your heart raced from how pent up you were and got to your house.. as you scanned the surroundings you saw him sitting on thee couch without a shirt on and you almost drooled from the sight before you.. you can see his pants were unzipped showing the boxers he wore "come here.." he said lowly.. his piercing eyes tracing on your body from top to bottom and you ran up to him and kneeled on the floor in between his legs.. your heart raced in excitement.

You slowly watch him unzipping his pants "you're a fucking slut aren't you?.. got me all pissed seeing you with that shitty fan of yours.." it almost sounded like a snarl seeing him on top you.. you looked up at him with doe up eyes with your fingers gripping onto the carpet below you, then you saw it. His lovely cock you always drooled for, it stood proudly Infront of you inches away your face and God you can't help but want it inside your mouth sucking on it till he filled your mouth.

"if you want it, come get it" he smirked at your reaction and you quickly lined it to your open mouth and plunge it in whole, you sucked it hard like the good boy you are for him and can't help but feel proud of yourself making him groan and grip on your hair pulling you to his cock as you choked around it "f--fuck that's it.. good boy~" he groaned deeply.

he suddenly pushed you fully down to his cock with your face planted on his pubes, you let out a choked whine when the tip hit the back of your throat.. tears threatened to prickle down your eyes as he roughly fucked your mouth you were in ecstasy feeling him fill your mouth.

He smirked and you felt his cock twitch in you mouth and before he could cum he pulled out with a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock.

"get over here" he said commandingly and quickly got up and straddled his lap, his hands quickly found your waist gripping it tightly the tip was poking your hole and wiggled our hips trying to shove it in yourself, this made Ghost laugh at how desperate you "slow down.. we're going there" he said smoothly his breath tickling your neck, you nodded. slowly his cock entered your tight hole making him groan breathlessly nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as he slid in.

"f-fuckin.. tight for m-me.." he hissed when your finally seated on his cock.. you knew this is gonna be a rough night when he began lifting your hips and slamming down roughly, you were hugging him tightly as he whispers nasty stuffs in your ear "wanna breed this little hole of your love.. gonna look lovely stuffed with my cum" he chuckled breathlessly.

soon his pounding became rough and merciless, your hips would twitch every time he pulled your hips down.. tears slowly drip out your eyes feeling so full of him inside you.

he noticed and kissed your teary eyes "you can handle it baby.. did you forgot? you asked for this slut.." he bit your neck a bit harsh but not harsh to break the skin.. he's so rough with you but you love every single thing about it.

"fah- G-ghost please!-" "please what?.. you want me to breed this ass of yours hm?" you gulped and noddedagainst his neck shyly and smirked "gonna have a loongg night with you babe"..

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cacoetheswriting · 2 years

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings: 18+ !! minors dni: pure smut although pretty soft and fluffy, oral (female receiving), safe / protected sex, light praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names, (pretty girl, baby), adult language, a lil self-doubt at the start - pls let me know if i missed anything! also, this is borderline unedited... summary: eddie has fallen head over heels, and he will show you just how much he adores everything about you.

a/n: happy smutty tuesday!! this is technically a part two to this little fic, but can definitely be read as a smutty stand alone. enjoy!

Eddie Munson did not consider himself a lucky guy.

On the contrary, oftentimes throughout his life he referred to himself as the ‘unluckiest son of a bitch on the planet’. Which is why, from a very young age, Eddie was a firm believer in creating his own luck.

Although, even as a kid he was quite self-aware, and he knew that luck did not equate happiness.

A person could not simply make themselves happy just because they wanted to. Like seriously, if that was something people could do, thousands upon thousands of psychologists and psychiatrists alike would be out of work.

Therefore, also from a very young age, Eddie figured happiness was a virtue not available to people like him.

And the curly haired boy carried that belief around until you strutted into his life and slapped him with it — metaphorically speaking.

Jesus Christ, those first couple of months after Eddie came to terms with how he truly felt about you were nothing short of fucking perfect.

Sure, he still had days when his big stupid brain would not offer a moment of peace and he found himself over thinking every single little thing. But you could read him like a book and were always more than willing to listen to his doubts before quickly squashing them with a simple: ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ or ‘No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, Eddie Munson’.

It was scary, how much you knew him. It was also scary how much he fucking adored you.

Yet, despite the fear, the metalhead promised he would show you just how much for as long as you would have him, (which he often hoped would be forever).

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

The statement causes you to adjust your position slightly, and still resting on his chest, you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“You were looking at the back of my head, Eds.”

He chuckles lightly at your reply. “Well, the back of your head is beautiful, baby,” Eddie affirms, “Honestly, just all of you. I swear on my life.”

He crosses his heart and you lean in and peck him on the lips, smiling sweetly at his words.

“Don’t you think swearing on your life is a tad dramatic?”

Eddie’s hand gently closes around your jaw in response. Without saying anything, he’s pulling you in for another kiss. He then kisses your nose, your eyes, each of your cheeks, and your forehead. Using his free hand, he proceeds to move your hair aside and kisses your ears, then down your neck, before kissing you back on the mouth.

“All of you,” Eddie repeats in a mere whisper and his lips brush against yours again, only this time with a little more fervor.

One hand is still cupping your face, while the other reaches for your arm. He trails his fingertips brushing against your skin, downwards, until he reaches your waist and lifts the hem of your tank top just a little bit.

Lips still locked together, you shiver under his touch. Or rather the cool of his metal rings.

Slowly, Eddie slid the shirt up, exposing your stomach, and further still until he reached the bottom of your bra. He pulls back for a brief second, as if to ask whether it was okay to keep going. Your heart flutters because he’s always so fucking respectful and answer his unspoken question by sitting up in your spot to pull the tank top over your head before tossing it aside.

Laying back, you grab Eddie by the hem of his vintage t-shirt and pull him in towards you once more. He takes a second, admiring the view, and leans down to kiss along your jawline as his hands rub over your breasts. It doesn't take long for your nipples to perk up through her bra and Eddie’s caress becomes rougher at that very moment.

Eddie can hear you sighing quietly as he works his lips, and his tongue, along your collarbone. He teases you a little by venturing southward then right back up and you whine underneath him, causing his dick to twitch inside his jeans. Fuck. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to feel your nipples stiffen in his mouth.

He unclasps your bra and removes it with ease before once again taking a second to take all of you in.

“So fucking beautiful,” Eddie whispers and presses his forhead to yours as his eyes go dark, “My pretty girl.”

Heat rushes to your face at the moniker and an all too familiar ache grows between your legs. Eddie notices the reaction, like he always did, and without saying anything else he ventures his mouth to the soft tissue of your breasts. You arch your back on instinct, just as Eddie leads his lips down between your tits, then around the cup, finally swirling his tongue around your right nipple.

Eddie smiles against your skin. He bites it gently, flicking his wet tongue on the peak and you squirm underneath him with delight. This is heaven. You were quite sure of it.

One of Eddie's strong hands is now holding onto your side, fingers digging into your waist, while the other circles around your neck, thumb caressing your soft skin. Eddie’s hot mouth swiftly moves across your chest to take the left nipple between his lips, nibbling it till it is as red as the right.

“Eddie…” you moan and he groans against your skin because Jesus Christ, the way his name falls off your lips is intoxicating. He can feel himself get harder.

Pausing, Eddie sits up and hastily removes his shirt, throwing it aside with very little care. He looks down at you, a hungry smile tugging at his lips. Fucking perfect.

And so he’s leaning back down, kissing your lips again. He continues to your cheeks and jawline, then slowly and softly down your neck.

He again guides his mouth southward, between your tits, to your stomach. His hands slide further, then up your cheer skirt and he gives your ass a vigorous squeeze. You moan his name again and he slips his pointing fingers under the elastic of your panties, pulling them down.

The air hitches in your throat, the room grows hotter. Eddie’s hand hovers over your pussy and you want to scream. He’s teasing.

“Baby—”

“Shh…” Eddie hushes, gently covering your mouth with his other hand while glancing at your face, “Can my pretty girl be quiet?”

You nod obediently and he removes his hand, smirking.

The hungry look in his eyes remains as he shifts to the floor, pulling your legs along and positioning your feet on the edge of the bed, causing your underwear to fall like a feather.

Eddie takes a moment to soak it all in — you, almost naked, writhing under his touch.

He wraps his arms beneath your knees and holding you firmly in place, he begins to alternate kisses along your inner thighs. You can sense his embrace coming closer and closer, and you begin to shake, dying for his mouth to make contact, for for his tongue to enter you. For him to enter you.

Just when you’re about to do the one thing he asked you not to, (make a sound), Eddie’s lips meet your opening. His tongue parts your flaps and he begins to lick slowly, up and down, round and round.

You’re chewing on the inside of your cheek, yearning for more, and Eddie answers your unspoken plea by sliding his long tongue inside of you.

Oh fuck, this was his heaven because you taste so good.

He moves his tongue around the tight space like it's a ballroom dance and you tangle your fingers in his brown locks, tugging at them lightly.

Then it happens. He meets your clit.

Now, you can hardly contain yourself. No, you can’t contain yourself, panting as Eddie sucks the little nub between your lips. He caresses it gently with his tongue, you begin to pant harder, you begin to moan. And when his name escapes you — “Eddie…” — he increases his speed.

You arch your back. Tense. Legs squeezing around his head.

He slips his right shoulder out from under your leg and reaches up, grabbing your right tit. He pinches your nippee before grabbing your breast in his hand, while still licking your slit, continuously paying extra special attention to your clit.

“Eddie,” you gasp, almost breathlessly.

The metalhead knows exactly what that means. Head between your thighs, he continues eagerly like a man on a mission, until you release, shaking. At that moment, as he smacks lips together, drinking in your sweet juices, his cock is filled with so much desire that he can no longer contain it.

Giving you a second to recover, he stands to unzip his jeans. The material falls to the ground while Eddie reaches for the box of condoms on his bedside table. With a steady hand, he tears open one packet and pulls out the sticky rubber. He unrolls it onto himself and hovers over you.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters lovingly, repeating the statement that started all of this, before slanting his lips over yours in a fervent kiss.

You can sense Eddie position himself, his manhood caressing the outside of your sex, teasing. He is always fucking teasing.

But you don’t say anything because his mouth is glued to yours, tongue breaching through, locking together.

His cock clenches and slowly, he pushes the tip in. Holy Shit. You grip the pillows in your fist as he begins to move, barely in, then out, shoving in slightly deeper with each motion. He breaks the kiss and raises his head to stare into your eyes as he makes his final push, fully penetrating.

Eddie could feel each exact detail of the muscles wrapping his cock inside of you as he rocked his hips. His eyes stay directly staring into yours. His lips display a slight, gleeful smile which you can’t help but return.

You lift your arms, placing your hands on the sides of his stomach, feeling each sway of his body meeting yours. You slide your hands, up and down, to the side and over his ribs, then lightly scratch his back with your fingernails.

With each thrust, your scratches become more passionate, deeper, aggressive. Eddie groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head, because of the pleasure your nails provide and increases his speed, rocking harder between your thighs.

He leans down to kiss you again. It’s wet and sloppy, and he quickly moves his hot mouth to your cheek, then upward where he lightly nibbles on your ear, and then down the side of your neck.

Your chest rises and falls against him. Both of your breathing grows more incoherent, as your body surges to meet Eddie’s every motion. He continues to rock faster. His member pulsing in and out of you, back and forth, too and from, till both your bodies begin to tense up.

Nails gripping deeply into his back, you moan heavenly into his ear and arch your back.

“Eds, fuck…”

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he groans in response, “Cum, baby.”

It’s an order you are happy to oblige.

Your walls clench around his cock and you peak, panting heavily as you release. You ride the high of your orgasm, muscles pulsing around his throbbing member, and Eddie becomes too excited to continue, exploding inside of you mere seconds later.

The swaying slows, your breathing calms.

Eddie slips his cock out and falls next to you. He removes the condom and ties it swiftly before throwing it into the small bin next to his bed. Exhaling, he then proceeds to lift his hand up to gently grab your chin, turning your face toward him.

“That was amazing,” you declare, the tone of your voice is soft and makes his heart flutter.

Eddie nods in agreement and leans over to brush his lips over yours. As you return the kiss, you put your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer, because, well, why stop a good thing?

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Rough Patch Headcannon🐥💛 (Little Duck AU)

Pairing: Dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: things aren’t always as they seem in the Evans household, and currently, it’s tougher than rough

Warnings: angst, mental health, arguments, fluff towards end:)

Back on bedrest once again after you got home from your appointment with Chris, Arlie was down for a nap so it made it easier for you to hide away in your shared bedroom, not wanting to talk to anyone or talk about anything

You didn’t think this pregnancy would be easy, especially with baby boy growing everyday and getting bigger and bigger, but the aches, the constant pain you were in mixed with a very active toddler were draining you more than you’d ever admit

It started 3 weeks ago when you noticed you felt down, you’d experienced this feeling before after giving birth to Arlie, the dark cloud swimming around over top of you, the weight on your shoulders, that on top of the unbalanced hormones with baby boy, were cause for disaster

It also wasn’t fair that you’d been so snappy with Chris recently, he never took offence to it, never got angry, he knew you were in loads of pain, he just wished he could take it from you

“Okay…please be good so I can wash my face baby..”

The plead seemed to work momentarily before he pushed roughly on your ribcage, a frustrated groan leaving your lips before angrily tossing your face products to the side

You couldn’t help the sudden sobs that escaped as you tried hard to hold it together and not have a total breakdown, Chris shoving the door open in worry a few seconds later

“Hey, hey, whoa honey…what’s going on?”

“I can’t t-take this pain anymore, all it is and a-all it has been is p-painful and I c-can’t even do anything a-anymore!”

Chris almost didn’t know what to say to try and console you, you didn’t stay in the bathroom long enough for him to hug you, opting to move back and get into bed

“What can I do to help you in this moment sweet girl?”

You shrugged and it was like all resolve left you

“Nothing. I don’t want anything, there’s nothing that can help, I’m giving up, I want to just be in pain in bed, alone and god I don’t fucking know!”

The minute you heard a soft whimper and a quiet “momma…?” your heart stopped and you cursed quietly to yourself, looking over to see Arlie, mr.duck clutched in her arms as her bottom lip wobbled, her eyes glassy

“Hi my love…come in”

“Why you yelling momma…? don’t like it.”

She walked close enough for you to help her on the bed, her little arm covering your bump and she rested against you

“I’m sorry duck, I didn’t mean to scare you, Momma just isn’t feeling well that’s all…”

Chris watched quietly sitting at your feet, his hand squeezing your ankle gently

“I s’owwy you not feeling well momma…I can help you feel better!”

A tired smile showed on your face as you rubbed a hand over her head, the frustration leaving your body only to be replaced with that sinking feeling of sadness and dread

“I bet you could my love..”

Chris could see the sudden drop your mood, leaning over to tickle Arlie’s little feet, a giggle filling the room

“Come on baby girl, let’s go make some of Momma’s favourite snacks, maybe do some art for her?”

Arlie sat up nodding her head before kissing your head softly

“Bye momma! Be back soon!!”

She ran off towards the hallway, Chris couldn’t help the laugh he let out watching her excitement at the idea of helping cheer her momma up, truth be told he wanted to help his wife in any way he could

“I’m sorry i’m being such a horrible wife and mom..I don’t know how you still stand to be around me”

It was instantaneous how his hands reached to hold your face, your eyes shifting to meet his

“I love you, I love you so much I would do anything for you, you know that…right?”

After you nodded he continued

“You are the best mother to Arlie and our little guy, and you are the best wife a man could ever ask for. I know things have been so incredibly hard, and you’re in a lot of pain, so much so that I wish we could swap places because seeing you hurting like this and not knowing how to help you is killing me..”

You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until he swiped his thumb across your cheeks

“I-I’ve been so horrible to you…”

“You’ve been frustrated, in pain and going through a really rough time, I haven’t taken any of that to heart because I know that isn’t you…what I do want is for us to work together to help you get comfortable, and to help this beautiful brain of yours feel better..”

Chris moved to pull you into his side, his lips pressing a few kisses to your temple

“DADDY ‘HUWWY UP I NEED HELP!!”

You let out a soft laugh, the first one in a few weeks and Chris joined you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips

“I missed that sound, we’re gonna take care of you and figure this out I promise you, now I believe little miss and I have some work to do to get our favourite girl feeling better”

“I love you Chris…”

He stopped at the door, turning to send you a smile

“I love you more sweet girl”

It was nowhere near over, you were nowhere near that happy and bubbly woman you’d once been, and that was okay. For the first time in 3 weeks you felt a little less down, the weigh on your shoulders eased the slightest amount. Although it still hurt and you were still struggling, knowing you had your little girl and your ever so sweet husband in your corner, made things a tiny bit lighter…and you’d take it🤍

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justmeinadaze · 10 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 15 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N with Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Plus Size Sub Fem reader, No Smut today but all the angst and fluff. Readers Ex makes an appearance and goes about as well as you would expect lol These three talk about their insecurities but the reader more so when it comes to them (feeling guilty about school and stuff like that), she also talks about her weight and how people see her (including her ex) in a negative light.

Please never forget, you are so beautiful. From top to bottom no matter what you look like you are gorgeous and I love you <3.

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“That’ll be $1.15.”, Steve grins as the two girls in front of him try to contain their laughter as they hand him their money and he returns their change. “Thank you, ladies, and have a nice day.” His smile immediately falls as they giggle and run off.

“Way to go, Popeye. You really know how to get the girls going.”, Robin mocks with a grin on the other side of her window in the backroom.

“To be fair, I’m not trying to. I just look fucking ridiculous in this…thing.”, he gestures at his uniform.

“Yup, company policy sucks but just remember you’re doing it for love.”, she grins as she pokes his nose. “Speaking of…” Robin points behind him and as he turns, meeting your beautiful face his whole demeanor changes.

“I’m taking my lunch.”, he announces, throwing the hat he was wearing behind her.

Coming around the counter, he promptly lifts you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

“Whoa!”, you giggle. “Are you ok, babe?”

“Yes, I’m just ready to sit with you and take a break.”

You take his hand as you both walk to the food court in the mall the boys work in. “Eddie should be on his lunch in a few minutes. When I passed the record store, he was almost done putting the cassettes away.”

After grabbing your food, you both make small talk as you wait for the metalhead. Small talk for them is the usual check in for you. They’ll ask how your day was and if anything new happened in class. You always felt a little bad talking about school especially with Steve since he had genuinely tried to apply to places before getting rejected. But when they asked you something you were supposed to answer so you did with as minimal details as possible.

“It was extremely boring with the same old basics we did for four years already.”, you roll your eyes and he chuckles.

“Have you thought about a major yet?”

“I’m still not sure. I really like my English classes…I was thinking maybe I could teach or something.”

“Well, you were always good at teaching us.”

Suddenly, headphones are placed over your ears as Eddie threw his body into the chair next to yours and pressed play on the cassette player in his hand.

“Um…what is this?”

“Its garbage is what it is. My store keeps fucking playing it on repeat and it’s like a stab in the heart every time. I’m not a big fan of Bowie or Jagger but what the fuck?”

“’Hello Y/N and Steve. How are you today?’”, Steve taunts in his friend’s direction who scowls in response as he lightly pulls off the headphones from your head careful not to tug your hair.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today, princess?”

“I’m ok, baby. Thank you.” You grin as you lean over to kiss his lips.

***

Life since high school hadn’t been easy but being with them was the perfect type of Novocain. You could have the worst day in the world and be absolutely ok as soon as you landed in their arms. Sometimes when they slept, you would lay there and just trace Steve’s back with the pads of your fingers or caress Eddie’s cheek as you brushed his hair back. You never told them but you still had some insecurities when it came to them, the biggest one being “what are they doing with me?”.

It always made you feel guilty, hiding those things from them, but they had already been through so much. You didn’t want to add anymore burdens to their minds.

“What are you thinkin’ about, hon?”, Masie asked as you push the library cart forward so she can grab the next set of books to put on the shelf. The school library was hiring students when the two of you went job hunting and you were thankful for the opportunity. It didn’t pay much but it was on campus and you got to work with your best friend.

“The guys.”

“What about them? Trouble in paradise?”

“No. Nothing like that. I just…I’ve been keeping some things from them and I feel guilty.”

“Things like…”

“How much I actually enjoy a lot of my classes and my job with you. I’ve also been…insecure…lately.”

“Mhmm. I swear to God Y/N, if you tell me you think you’re ugly I will slap you.”

You both quietly laugh as you move forward. “No. I don’t know. To me they’re perfect, you know?”

“Yeah, they are definitely not perfect and very much pains in the ass but they’re YOUR pain in the ass.”

##########

Eddie sighed as he flipped through the magazine at the counter. With it being a Monday, most of the kids and shoppers were in their respective places so his record store was boringly quiet. The bell chimed as someone stepped in and casually headed for the front counter.

“Hey yeah, welcome to Hawkins Records. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“I have one actually.”

The metalhead glances over at the man in the military uniform standing before him. When his eyes finally land on his face, his anger boils over.

“Get the fuck out of my store.”

“Look, I just want to talk, man. Is Steve Harrington around to?”

“We don’t give a fuck what you have to say, Christian. Leave. Now.”

“Let me talk to you both. As soon as I say what I want, I promise I’ll disappear.”

Eddie glares as he heavily exhales and reaches for the phone to dial Scoops Ahoy.

***

Both men scowled at the boy sitting across from them in the food court. Thankfully, you had class around this time so you weren’t able to eat with them on Mondays.

“I imagine Y/Ns told you about me.”

“About how you hid her and humiliated her? Yeah, she did.”, Steve spat.

“I deserve that. I’m-I’m not proud of what I did. Those two years in the academy and then signing up for service… I’ve learned a lot and grown up. I want the chance to apologize.”

“Great. We’ll tell her you said sorry.”

“I’d like to do it in person.”

“No fucking way. We’re not letting you anywhere near her.”, Eddie growled.

“I know where she works. I could have talked to her already but I chose to come here first out of respect.”

“No, I think you came here first because if we found out you tried to talk to her we would beat your ass.”

“Really, Munson? Beat my ass? I’d love to see you try.” Eddie began to stand but Steve grabbed his sleeve, bringing him back down. “I am going to talk to her whether you like it or not. This is just a courtesy.”

“Haven’t you hurt her enough? Leave her alone.”

“Me, Harrington? The way I hear it, you two ruined her life way more than I ever could. Hell, you got her kicked out of her house and the entire student body calling her a whore.” Rising to his feet, Christian gathers his things, turning towards them again. “Ask her if she’d want to talk to me and see what she says. I’ll bet you anything she does.”

***

“Hey, guys. Did you have a good day?”, you beam at them from your spot at the table where you were doing your homework.

“Yeah, baby, we did.” Steve came over to give you a kiss as Eddie did the same, gently brushing your hair back.

“Are you alright, Sir? You look sad.”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. I just missed you.” After kissing your forehead, he heads for the kitchen to grab a beer. “Should we tell her?”, he murmurs to his friend who’s leaning on the counter next to him.

“No. She doesn’t need that stress right now.”

“Or ever.”

“What are you two whispering about?”, you giggle.

“We were just trying to think of what we should get for dinner. I’ve been craving some Chinese food. What about you, honey?”

“That sounds good, Daddy. Do you guys want to watch a movie while we eat?”

“Sure.”, he grins.

Your head ticks to the side at the action. Something’s wrong with his smile. They both seem on edge but you can’t tell why. For the moment, you let it go, assuming whenever they are ready they will tell you what is on their mind.

##########

“Hey, space cadet!”, Robin raises her voice as she waves her hand in front of Steve’s face. “I asked you if you could go to the back and refill the chocolate for me. What’s up with you?”

“Y/N should be here by now. My break is in five and she always meets me here beforehand.”

“Maybe she got caught up with Munson or class ran long.”

After doing what she asked, he threw off his hat and headed to the food court, shocked when he found Eddie sitting by himself.

“She’s not with you?”

“Naw, dude. She usually walks down here with you.”

“Should we go to the campus and—”

You shuffled around Steve without saying a word and threw your body down into one of the chairs at the table in front of them.

“Where have you been? Are you alright?”, Eddie asks as he reached over to touch your face. You grimaced at the action and abruptly pulled yourself away. His eyes narrowed in your direction, trying to control his tone in this public setting. “What’s got your panties in a knot?”

Your fury filled gaze shifted from him to Steve who had sat down across from his friend. This was completely new to them. They had seen you angry before but never this angry.

“Something you wanted to share with me, Eddie?”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to use their names while you three were at the mall. It was always usually crowded and they understood that anyone may catch you using their titles. But the way you said his name just then was like you felt he didn’t deserve the title he was given of being your Master.

“You need to control that tone with me, little girl.”

“No, then? What about you, Steve? Anything?”

The man’s jaw tightened as his palms clenched into fist. “He went to your work, didn’t he?”

“Very good. Yes, Christian, the man that broke my fucking heart suddenly appeared without warning at my job to say he wanted to talk to me. If that wasn’t startling enough, what really threw me was when he asked if you two talked to me yesterday about speaking with him. It’s funny because I don’t remember us having that fucking conversation. Do you?”

“We were trying to protect you.”, Steve mumbled.

“Liar.” His head turned furiously in your direction. “You weren’t trying to protect me. You were protecting yourselves. He’s the only other person I was serious with before you two. The only person I really fucking cared about.”

“Tread lightly, Y/N, because you are about to be in a lot of fucking trouble.”, Eddie warned.

“More than you already are.”, Steve followed. “Do you really think we’re that insecure? If you want to run back to that fucking dick, be our guest.”

“Tread lightly, Steven. Eddie played this game with Billy Hargrove and last I remembered you both hated it.”

“No, honey, you did. Don’t you fucking forget that we are the only people who took fucking care of you, protected you, and fucked you properly. Everything we do, we do for you.”

“You should have told me he was in town.”

“We had no reason to. You’re not fucking talking to him.”

You chuckled sarcastically as you rose to your feet, pausing when Eddie’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“We aren’t done here.”

Yanking your arm from his grasp, you scowl at him as you try to control your emotions. Yeah, you kept some things from them but nothing like this. It hurt you that they didn’t tell you about Christian. More than anything it killed you that they didn’t seem to trust you enough to make that choice on your own.

“Yes, we are.”

***

You showed up to Enzos early, fearing that history was going to repeat itself, but after finding the courage to walk in, there he was, sitting at a table in the back.

“Christian.”

“Hey, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“No.”, you cut him off before he could continue. “That’s not what this is. You said you wanted to talk to me so I’m here to hear what you have to say. This isn’t a date or anything like that.”

He nods, tilting his head as he watched you take a seat before doing so himself.

“I can respect that. I, uh, I was a real jackass back then. I know I hurt you.” You snicker at his last sentence as you reach for the glass of wine in front of you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have taken you out on more dates and showed you off. I shouldn’t have told Bobby Rushmore that you were just my friend. I…I shouldn’t have humiliated you that night…at the party.”

Christian’s hand reached across the table to try and grab your own but you immediately tugged it away.

“What did you do?”

“What?”

“At that party. What did you do? What did you say?”

The man leans back in his seat as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I said some mean shit about your weight.”

“Christian. What. Did. You. Say…”

He sighs in frustration as he shrugs. “Does it matter? I’m not like that anymore.”

“You said that she was obsessed with you and you did her a favor by dating you.” Eddie comes out of nowhere, spinning the empty chair at the table around and straddling it as he takes a seat.

“You also said that she was too gross and ugly for anyone to even want to date her.” Steve angrily threw himself down across from his friend.

Your eyes never left Christians as they spoke. “You don’t remember that do you?”

“Exactly? No but I guess you do.”

“You spineless bastard. Why did you really come back because it wasn’t for me. Not to apologize at least.” When his hazel eyes found yours, you knew. He didn’t need to say it. “Well, please. Enlighten me. What surprised you more? They fact that I wasn’t still sitting at home alone crying over you or that not only had I moved on but I was with two people?”

He smirked as he shook his head and rose to his feet as he began putting on his jacket. “Honestly? It wasn’t the fact that you were with two people but who you were with. Knowing that you lowered your standards so low to fuck the freak that even Steve the king Harrington was able to get a free ride… I thought I could have another turn. Maybe help lift that self-esteem.”

Steve’s fist flew before anyone else could do anything about it. You and Eddie stayed in your seats as the other boy lifted Christian by his collar and shoved his back onto the table.

“Apologize.”, he growled.

“Fuck you, Harrington!”

The restaurant went quiet as he punched him again. Grabbing your own jacket, you finally stood up and gripped his now bloody face in your hand.

“The only time I ever lowered my standards was when I dated you. It was good to see you, Christian.” When you let him go, you spit in his face before walking out the front door, not even caring if the boys were following you or not.

***

They both entered the apartment a little after you, Eddie slamming the door behind him. As you exited the bedroom, you waved Steve to the table as you set the first aid kit on top of it.

“You know, we are really going to have to get more antiseptic and gauze if you guys and my family are going to keep punching people for my honor.”

Your tone was calm as you began cleaning his hand and it was making Eddie angry.

“That’s all you have to say? After having an attitude today and then still having dinner with your ex.”

“I don’t know if you noticed but no one ate at that table.”, you sneered.

Steve’s jaw tightened at your tone. “Vanilla.”

You paused your movements, not looking up from his hand as he said the safe word. “Do you want me to let you go?”

“No, Y/N, you don’t have to. Eddie, come sit down.”

The metalhead cautiously took a seat across from you both as his friend sighed. “I wanted the three of us to have a civil discussion with the safety net of the word because I don’t know about Munson but I am extremely angry with you right now, honey. And… knowing how we are…I can’t guarantee I can keep my emotions in check if this led to us playing.”

After wrapping his hand, you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms as you glared at him. “You have no right to be angry.”

“Excuse me. We have every right. We told you not to go.”, Eddie scolded as he leaned his elbows onto the table.

“And I respect that but that’s not how OUR dynamic works. The three of us talk about things before we do them! This choice was mine to make but if he had come to me first, I would have told him I had to talk to you two.” You chuckled lightly under your breath. “Actually, I’m lying. I still would have told you he came by but there would be no need to have a discussion. I wouldn’t have gone. I had a feeling that was his motive as soon as I saw him.”

“Why did you go tonight?”

“Because you pissed me off.”, you sigh. “It…it hurt when I found out you didn’t tell me. I wanted to hurt you to.”

“Why do you think we thought you’d want to fuck him?”, Eddie growled out his question, hating even the thought.

You pointed to Steve before moving to the metalhead. “Everyone has a motive and everyone is going to leave.” They both roll their eyes as you shrug.

“Wait a minute… if you thought that we would ever think that that means you’ve thought about it to.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“Y/N, we swear on our lives that it didn’t even cross our minds that you would take that asshole back and leave us. Honestly, we know if you ever left us it would be because you thought you were helping us.”

“Like a few months ago, Miss IM-A-Burden.”, Eddie follows as his eyes scan you over. “Sweetheart, are you afraid we’re going to leave you?”

“No.” You tried to say it as confidently as possible but it came out more like a little kid trying to hide something. “Not exactly.”

“What is it exactly?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you turn away from Steve, your eyeline promptly running into Eddie’s.

“Wow. Really, Y/N?”, he sighs. “After every fucking thing we’ve been through.”

The other boy’s eyes shift between you both. “How do you do that? How do you read her mind?”

“It’s not so much mind reading as it is knowing her history…and feeling the same way.” Your eyebrows furrow together in his direction as he nods. “Oh yeah. You seriously think I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins and DON’T wonder what the fuck she’s doing with me?”

“I’m not the most beautiful but thank you.”

Steve’s fingers abruptly grip your cheeks as he forces you to look at him. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You hear me?” After a couple of seconds, he realizes how he’s holding you and lets you go. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Daddy.”, you whisper.

“It’s not just your looks, sweetheart. I mean from head to toe, yeah, you’re fucking gorgeous but you’re also so smart. I like when you eat lunch with us and tell us about class. I kind of wish you opened up about it more. Sometimes I worry you’re struggling because you aren’t as animated as you used to be.” You grin as he mimics your expressive hands when you speak.

“I don’t want to make you guys feel bad. I know you tried so hard to get into school especially Steve.”

“Baby, no. I love seeing you get excited about that kind of stuff. Don’t ever feel like you can’t tell us things. Y/N, you can talk about anything.”

“Do…do you ever think that? Wonder why I’m with you?”

Steve leans back in his chair as he exhales. “Kind of. It’s not so much why you’re with me but why you even gave me a chance after everything. When we first started our thing, I thought it was just sex. Not like…that…you know like…you just liked having sex with us…” You smiled as you watched him stumble over his explanation. “Then at night, I’ll wake up and feel you running your fingers along my back, reminding me of that first night we fell asleep together. I think ‘if she did it then to maybe she did have feelings for me. Why?’”

“A vicious cycle.”, you giggle and he smiles.

“Why do you do that? And come to think of it why do you trace his back but touch my face?”

“Jesus. I seriously thought you guys were asleep when I did that.” You hide your head in your hands as you blush before facing them again. “You don’t lay on your tummy as much as he does! I don’t know. I think as long as I can touch some part of you both, it helps ground me and reminds me that this isn’t a dream. That you both are really here with me. That’s when those insecurities push through.”

Your eyes scan Steve over as he heavily exhales and you continue. “It wasn’t just sex. Honestly, I didn’t know what it was but, you guys always said you found me fascinating…that’s nothing compared to how I felt about you two. Mr. King of the popular kids and resident bad boy of Hawkins…every day I learned something new about you two that just surprised me but what shocked me most was the softness.”

“Softness? Like we weren’t assholes 24/7?”, Eddie chuckled.

“Kind of.”, you grin. “After that first night, you gave me your shirt and then fixed mine. Baby, you literally took the time to sew the buttons back on. Steve for most of junior year always seemed so tightly wound. At his party that night when he fell asleep, I moved some of your hair out of the way and your face immediately calmed so I crawled in to hold you. That next morning after we…you laid your head on my stomach and Eddie held my hand and I just…I felt safe. I never felt that with Christian.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you he was here.”

“You were right, sweetheart. We should have said something. We really were just trying to protect you.”

You smile at them both as you shrug. “It’s ok. I’m going to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Y/N, baby, can you please eat something before you do?”

“Yes, Sir.”, you whisper exhaustedly as you head for the counter to grab some fruit before pausing. “I’m sorry. I assumed Vanilla was lifted. I should have asked.”

“Do you want it lifted? Not saying like we’re going to run there and tie you down or anything.”, the metalhead grins trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, of course. I’m ok.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you want us to sleep out here tonight?”

“God no. It feels weird sleeping without you two next to me now but I, um, I understand if you want to though.”, you give them one final smile as you head for the bedroom.

As you stand in front of the mirror, you can’t help but stare at your reflection. You were being honest when you said you had figured out Christian’s intentions as soon as you saw him but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. Now that everything with the guys was sorted out, you were now able to fully feel your feelings when it came to him.

When Eddie and Steve touched or looked at you, you knew they never saw a plus sized girl. They only ever saw you which is one of the many things you loved about them. It never made sense to you, however, how some people like them could see a strong, beautiful woman and other people like Christian or Steve’s dad saw a pathetic, disgusting, desperate girl.

Looking away, you headed for the closet and grabbed one of Eddie’s shirts before climbing into bed. As you laid down, you glared at the wall on the other side of the room, replaying those months you had been with your ex. How unhappy you had been contrasted to how you felt since you’d been with the boys.

The bed dipped on both sides of you as the metalhead threw off his top and placed himself in front of you on his back, tugging you to his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, placing soft kisses along your shoulders. With the hand that you had on Eddie’s chest, you extended your finger and traced his tattoos the same way you did with the other man’s back.

He pleasantly sighed at the feeling, moving his own palm out of the way so you could reach more of his stomach. His head turned slightly allowing him to place his lips on your forehead.

“I walked the ward for you, babe A thousand miles for you Now who dried my tears of pain, babe? A million times for you, for you.”

You smile as he wraps his arm around your neck, tugging you closer to his face as his lips scrunch and he continues to sing.

“I'd sell my soul for you, babe What's money to burn for you, for you I'd give you all, and have none, babe Justa, justa have you here by me Because…”

Giggling, you lightly fight against his hold not wanting him to really let you go. Steve raises the arm that’s not under your pillow into the air as both boys sing in unison.

“In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more!”

“You both are so dumb.”, you grin as you roll onto your back and Eddie turns to face you.

“I hear that in the store and it makes me think of you. To be fair though, everything makes me think of you.”

“Same especially since I don’t get to listen to music or anything like that so I literally spend my afternoons waiting for you.”

“I think about you both to but especially you, Daddy.” You turn towards Eddie and pretend to be talking only to him but loud enough so Steve can hear. “Do you think you could be serious when we play if he was wearing his work uniform?”

“Hm…is he wearing the hat?”

“Oh of course.”

“I think I could do it.”

“Yeah, ok, keep making your jokes but you can’t say you don’t find it sexy.” Steve wiggles his shoulders as he runs his fingers down his chest sexily making you giggle.

“Maybe next time? If you guys aren’t too exhausted.”

“Never too tired for you, princess.” Eddie leans over to kiss your cheek as Steve wraps his arm around you again.

“Wait a minute. I just realized none of us have eaten. The fuck are we doing in bed like an old couple?”

“I ate!” The metalhead reaches behind him and flashes the one bite of the apple you brought in with you. “That’s technically eating.”

He raises his eyebrows in playful warning as Steve jumps out of bed. “I’m assuming Enzos is out but we have some frozen pizza.”

“Can we eat in here? I’m still tired.”

Eddie smooths your hair as kisses your temple. “Oh, they are doing a B movie marathon tonight. You know how much Harrington loves those monster movies.”

“I can hear you!”, Steve hollers as he comes back into the room. “But I don’t mind those black and white ones. They’re so stupid.”

You softly smile as you watch them talk to each other so happy that they are yours.

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july nct recs

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MARK | volleyball for dummies (in love edition) | @ddeonuism — Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.

[m] JOHNNY + JENO | switch | chain | @neopuppy — Johnny x female reader x Jeno, Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc, some angst, fluff

oneshots

MARK | safety zone | @cherryeoniis 19.1k — Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.

[m] HAECHAN | energizer bunny | @smileysuh 19.1k — hybrid au, brother!mark, bunny!reader

[m] MARK | give me the green light | @fadedncity 19k — street racing au, childhood friends to lovers, non idol au, college au, lil angst, fluff

JAEHYUN | contrariety and confluence | @hannie-dul-set 16.9K — there was not an instance in your life where your judgement was proven to be mistaken— especially with regards to infatuations outside of your own. after an unpredicted introduction with a far too remarkable farm boy, you took it upon yourself to find a suitable match for him, not realizing that perhaps this time; your usual correct judgements might have been incorrect.

JAEMIN | can't handle this | @hannie-dul-set 16k — how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.

JAEMIN | top of the world | @hannie-dul-set 15.6k — things had always been the same in the world of na jaemin— him sitting on a throne above everyone else. that was the natural order. but the world as jaemin knew it began to shake after a few fated encounters with someone at the bottom of the food chain.

JISUNG | the things i know | @byunbaekby 14.8k — jisung has never been keen on growing up, or even understanding what adulting means. at seventeen, all he knows is: he loves soccer (and he’s damn gifted at it), and girls are very pretty but also plenty scary. then he met you, his first love who turned his life upside down and made his stomach roll like the soccer balls he loved to kick around the field. but when your cancer comes back after years in remission, jisung thinks, he doesn’t really want to grow up anymore.

MARK | where do broken hearts go? | @rrxnjun 12k — you know what they say about past lovers that can remain just as friends - either they're still in love with each other, or they never were in the first place.

HAECHAN | home is a feeling | @neonun-au 8.2k — Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

[m] JAEMIN + JENO | the walls are thin | @springseasonie 7.4k — both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.

[m] HAECHAN | dirty mouth | @jjsneo 6.9k — Haechan is the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. He’s good company, he cooks, he cleans, and he always pays his rent on time. But just like any roommate, he has some quirks. And your favourite is when quiet Haechan turns into a loud, foul-mouthed dirty gamer.

[m] MARK | the best man | @mrkis 6.5k — meeting the one for you at your best friend's wedding wasn't exactly how you imagined this day turning out, neither was fucking him in the bathroom of the venue.

[m] HAECHAN | pretty in pink, but my head's in the dark | @ddeonuism 6.1k — afab!reader, roommate au

JENO | i (have/had) a crush on you | @hannie-dul-set 5.8k — running into a past crush at your best friend’s birthday party wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t— well— all that.

[m] JISUNG | flowers | @jjsneo 5.8k — jisung is completely fine with a friends with benefits arrangement with you. at least that’s what he thought — until he spots a mystery bouquet of flowers at your place (that he definitely didn’t send) and he can’t quite shake the thought. now his behaviour is starting to shift in unexpected ways.

[m] MARK | drive | @lisired 3.5k — behold mark lee - your hot uber driver who you keep getting. very embarrassing. you also fuck him.

[m] JUNGWOO | citrine | @smileysuh 3.2k — life with your surfer boyfriend only ever sees blue skies, and plump lips glisten with the citrine juices of summer

CHENLE | can't spell sex without an ex | 2.4k — you and chenle are broken up. except the both of you are just not very good at remembering that.

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Hello, I wanted to send a request for your autumn writing event. I would like to request a Nikolai Lantsov imagine based on the song prompt 'how you get the girl'. The reader is female gender and the pronouns are she/her. Also if it's okay can the reader be a squaller 👉👈

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Win you over- Nikolai Lantsov x reader

A/N- I am SO sorry for writing this centuries later😭😭Lets just ignore how I'm doing a request for my AUTUMN writing event even tho its winter now. But I really hope u like it I worked really hard on this

Warnings- none

Summary- After Nikolai realizes he has attained feelings for a certain lady, he goes overboard to win her over

Nikolai had met all kinds of people throughout his life. Some despised him, others desired him, some wished to gain something from him, but all the time he could always figure out their intentions. However there was one about whom Nikolai couldn't figure out much of. You.

It seemed as more as he got to know you, the more mysterious you'd seemed.

But somehow, the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you. Until he finally realized he couldn't restrain his mind from wandering to you at all times, until you'd plagued all his thoughts, until he realized he'd fallen in love with you.

And him being stubborn as always, decided to do anything to win over the girl who'd always appeared as a mystery to him.

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You, on the other hand, had quite similar feelings but an utterly different way of thinking. You'd began to grow closer to the sunshine boy when the threat of the Darkling had been looming over. You seemed to have grow fond of even the slightest sight of the boy.

However, he had someone else on his mind. He'd been to indulged to win over the Sun Summoner's heart to even glance your way.

So you'd given up long ago. Lost any hope that he'd ever be willing to think of you the same way as he had for the girl, even long after she'd left. So you'd shut your heart and you focused on the life in front of you, you focused on your duties as the head of the Ravkan council.

All until Nikolai had decided to go to any heights to win you over.

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You'd been sitting in one of the quarters near the little palace that had been sitting idle for quite some time. You'd drop by sometimes whenever you wished to get your paperwork done with no one there to bother you, and today, there seemed to be a lot of it.

It'd been raining intensely when u heard a sound resembling a knock.

You turned towards the door for a moment wondering if someone's outside, then went back to your work thinking no one would bother to come here at such a harsh weather even if they did know where you were.

Then you heard it again, rapid knocks on the door.

You got out of your chair and went to the door in a haste, wondering who was outside.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the person in front of you. Drenched thoroughly from top to bottom, breathing intensively, stood the king of Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov.

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The plan had been perfect, or so Nikolai had thought. He was to wait for the rain to begin and you to be away from the peering eyes of everyone when he would make his move. He intended to grab the kind of gift you'd love the most, Books. Or more so, the one you'd been looking for since as long as he could remember.

So he had set out, the package secured in his arms, the clear motive etched in his brain. But it was when he'd went halfway when he realized how intense the rain had been and had resulted in spoiling the gift and get himself all drenched. And by the time he was at the doorstep , he'd been shivering and had possibly attained a cold.

“Nikolai!?” Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “What are you doing here in this rain!? “ your tone being equally surprised as your expression.

Though being badly soaked from head to toe, the boy attempted to keep his composure, “I, came here to see you” he spoke with a nervous grin

His words really confirmed your suspicions of him being an idiot. You looked at him in awe before speaking in a rather stunned voice, “Are you insane!?” you said

“Well, only for you” the mad boy grinned.

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it. Then suddenly grabbed his arm and rushed him inside, completely ignoring his statement.

“Sit down” you ordered him as you rushed inside a room in the quarter.

You returned a few moments later with a clean towel to find that he had obliged you.

“Here, there's a spare room you can use” you spoke, handing him the towel and gestured him to your left.

“Really? I thought you'd like it better if I just did it over here” he gave a sly grin but quickly changed his expression when resulted in attaining a glare from you.

After a while, he came out looking less miserable than he'd been and sat down next to you.

“So why exactly did the king himself run all the way from the grand palace to here?” you asked

Tell her the truth, tell her the truth, tell her the truth, his mind screamed at him. But he just froze, as if he'd lost the ability to speak.

“Uhhh- well- I needed some important documents from the little palace but it started raining so I thought to just come here” he managed

“Huh? So because it was raining, you chose to cross the whole palace and instead come here?“ you raised an eyebrow.

Shit. He had been too occupied to practice what to say to you at the doorstep to even think of an excuse.

“Yeah. Well it- I don't think it even matters anymore” he chuckled nervously

“Yeah” you slowly nodded in acknowledgement

“Anyways, how have you been? I barely see you anymore?” he changed the subject

“Nikolai, you saw me… yesterday “ you responded in confusion

“Yeah, yeah right” he chuckles nervously. “You know how weird time can be”.

You looked at him for a few moments before speaking again “Well um, I should get back to my work or councilman Henrik is going to be up my nerves again” you sighed.

“Yeah- yeah sure” he responded.

He sighed as he looked at the rain through the window, pondering upon how miserably he'd failed today. But he wouldn't stop until he'd reached his goal. He Wasn't A Quitter After All, he thought, grinning to himself

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These foolish little attempts won’t work if I really want to tell her how I feel, Nikolai thought to himself. If he wished to let out his feelings infront of you, if he really wished to tell you the truth,

he had to up his game.

You’d been out of the palace as you and David needed to test some of the weapons you’d been working on. So you’d chosen a cabin away from the population to be the most suitable place as there won't be dangers of anyone getting hurt here.

Apparently someone else had the idea of moving his expedition to this place.

You had set up one of the you’ve made in the field to test whether it functioned properly. “Well, if it really works it should cover about 6,000 kilometres in about in, ten minutes” David spoke

“Let’s hope it does” you responded as you readied it to launch.

Just as you launched it into the air, you both noticed something in the sky. You looked at in confusion before you finally realized what it was, as it came closer towards you.

Your eyes widened at the sight infront of you, an improved version of Nikolai’s hummingbird…with him on it. He stood on the ship, not having any realization of the massive threat coming his way.

Before you could think anything, you rushed forward and brought both of your hands and sent a massive gust of wind towards the ship’s way. Until Nikolai realized what was happening, it had been too late as he was inches away from being blown to bits.

At the last moment, you thrust your arms forward and sent a gust of wind his way, making the ship violently thrash sideways and finally crashing to the ground.

David rushed towards the ship and helped Nikolai get out.

Nikolai went towards you, grinning like an idiot. Even though his initial plan had failed, he was amused by how grand his entrance had been. He believed you to have a similar reaction to his little stunt, but the truth appeared to be on the contrary.

You stormed towards him with your fists clenched at your sides, your face flushed red

“So, how did you think of my little manoeuvre?” he asked, still grinning.

“Have you gone mad!?” you practically yelled at him, your face brimming with anger

“I-” he was caught off-guard by your sudden tone, he’d never seen you this angry

“This place is supposed to be off limits to anyone! And you just waltz in here so willing to get yourself blown to bits!” your rage not deteriorating in the slightest. “You could’ve died!”

Nikolai’s expression transformed into one of immense regret once the realization of what could’ve just happened dawned on him. “I- I wanted to surprise you” he looked down at his feet, his face flushed with guilt

“Well you’ve surprised me enough by almost being killed by your own weapon” you spat.

He remained silent and couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze as you left.

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It was proven now, either Nikolai has always been a massive idiot or he’d now turned into one. Had he lost his mind? He could’ve died today, and just because of his foolishness. Had he truly been that big of an idiot to just fly to a practically death zone? You thought to yourself as anger flooded your brain.

What if he…what if I weren’t able to save him on time? Panic filled in you, but now you were truly grateful that he was alive. You couldn’t bear to imagine your life without him in it. You couldn’t bear to live without him.

“I can’t believe he’d do something so idiotic!” you explained the whole incident to Zoya with immense exasperation.

However, she didn’t seem to have the kind of reaction you had anticipated. “Are you really that oblivious?” she sighed

“Wait, what?” you looked at her in confusion

“Can’t you see what he’s been attempting to do for weeks?” she continued, but seeing you still failed to understand, she explained further. “He’s trying to impress you . Have you not noticed his strange behaviour and foolish attempts to win you over?” she rolled her eyes.

A sudden thought struck your mind, Is this why he had been acting so strange for the past few weeks? You wondered. Him behaving strangely at the sight of you, his miserable attempts of striking a conversation with you, running to you all the way from his palace in the rain, and now this.

Was he truly attempting to…win you over? Your eyes widened at the possibility

You had made a massive mistake, you were sure of it now. Even though Nikolai had managed to almost get himself killed, you had practically yelled at him. You’d broken the heart of the very boy who was going over the board to make you happy.

You had to fix this.

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You smiled at the sight of Nikolai sitting by himself in the garden. You knew you’d find him here, this is where he’d go when he’d be feeling unwell. More importantly, the place where you had your first proper conversation with him.

“We can get the hummingbird fixed Nikolai, you shouldn’t feel so disconsolate” You spoke as you approached him

He turned sideways to look at you but then again dropped his gaze to his feet, “It’s not that I’m worried about” he spoke in a tone that truly displayed how heart broken he’d been.

He then shifted to a side to allow you to sit beside him. “I’m sorry for doing all that, I realize how dangerous it was. But I- I just wanted to surprise you”.

You sighed as you looked at him, “I know Nikolai, I now realize you weren’t intending on getting yourself hurt. But you must know that you don’t need any grand gestures to surprise me, or make me happy. And what if you’d been hurt? How could I have lived without you?” you spoke in a soft voice.

“Really? You- you can’t live without me?” his gaze finally met yours

“Of course not you idiot” you grinned slightly. “Take this very moment for example, just sitting beside you in such a peaceful state is surprise enough for me” your tone grew sombre.

“It is?” he raised his eyebrows in curiosity

“Yeah. Now tell me, what’s been on your mind for so long?”

Nikolai seemed to hesitate before finally mustering up the courage to speak. “I- well the reason I’ve been acting so weird is, well because I’ve fallen in love with you. You’ve plagued my mind in such a way that none other ever had. The way you show affection not in words but your actions, how excited you can get when you get a new idea for something. And those eyes“ he gazed deepened.

“They’re-the way they gleam in the moonlight. They’re so- drownable in”.

His words touched your soul in a way none other had. It was like you’d fallen in love with him all over again.

“So I- I just wished to do something, anything that would make you find me endearing in the slightest” he continued

You were quite startled by his words. All this just to make me find him, endearing?

You let out a light chickle, making him give you an utterly confused look. “Well, I believe that won't be a problem anymore” you gave him a sly grin

“What? why?”

“Well, to your enormous luck, I already find you endearing enough, love”

He looked at you in disbelief which was clearly displayed on his face. Did she really say that?? he thought.

“Wait, wh- really?” he had a shocked expression plastered over his face

“Yes, I believe I do” you grinned

He continued to look at you with utter disbelief. He couldn't believe what you just said was true. He'd written a whole speech and all but he was panicking too much to think of a word. You'd rendered him speechless.

“I-” he racked his brain to think of something but he just couldn't. He really did not wish for it to go like this, with him panicking too much to utter a word.

But your expression remained stagnant. You gazed intensely in his hazel eyes before cupping both his cheeks with your hands and softly pressing your lips to his.

Nikolai's eyes widened at your action, he'd been the luckiest man alive.

You slowly pulled away from him.

“I had a whole speech and all but I have to admit I do not remember a word” he spoke

You grinned at his words, “I have to admit it was quite entertaining, watching you fail so miserably without having a clue as to what exactly you were willing to do”

This time, his hands were on either sides of your face before he pulled you close and pressed his lips on yours. Loving every moment of it.

Even though his plans hadn't exactly worked, he was immensely glad to be in this very moment.

And that, was how he managed to get the girl of his dreams.

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elsplaything · 10 months

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touch me\ellie williams

toxic!ellie x fem!reader

ellie cheated on u & this is the breakup sex angst, smut, oral (r!recieving), strap usage (r!recieving), crying (both r! and ellie), ANGST!!!!!!! cheating, etcetc a/n: this is my first fanfic so feeling a lil nervous... hope you enjoy :) (a little death - the neighbourhood inspired this)

you and ellie had been broken up for almost two months. you were the one to do it, as you caught ellie with a girl at a party, whom she said to ‘not to worry about.' her fingers were down that girls throat on that couch and you saw it with your own eyes. she was a fucking liar.

ellie had always been popular with the girls on campus, but you never worried about it because you were hers, as she would say, and she made you believe you were enough. boy was she wrong.

she begged and begged for days after you broke up, so much that eventually you had to block her number. "i messed up so badly baby, please, i cant go on without you." she was helpless, couldn't eat or sleep after you left her. she was a complete mess, dina told you that she couldn't even get out of her bed to shower for two straight weeks. all of her soaps smelled like you, her bedsheets did too, that's why she couldn't leave them.

you loved ellie more than anyone ever could. she was your entire world.. until she wasnt.

all of the trust you had for that woman was shattered.

you jolted out of your thoughts as your apartment door was being slammed on. it was two a.m., you were sitting in one of ellie's old band tees on your bed, just about to fall asleep...

bang bang bang

"fuck.." you muttered as you got up quietly, grabbing your lamp from the side table as a weapon. you had no idea who could be psychotically banging on your door at this hour..

you quickly turned the knob, opening the door and about to swing on the unsuspecting mass murder, but

you're met with ellie. a very disheveled ellie; hair cut in a very messy shag, her sweatshirt hanging off her skinny frame, sweat glistening on her forehead. she was panting like a dog, maybe because she ran all the way here…

"ellie- what the fuck are you doing?!" you dropped the lamp at your surprise, growing angry at her for being here when you specifically told her you never wanted to see her again.

"i-i'm sorry, fuck. can i come in?" her voice was raspy and low, and you noticed how her eyes were sunken in and the color was drained from her face. she looked awful.

against your better judgement, you let her in and sat her down on your couch.

you stood in front of her, making her look up to you. she looked at you with a certain yearning that you've never seen from her before.

your eyebrows quirked up, waiting for ellie to tell you why she was here.

"i cant do this anymore." she said bluntly, eyebrows furrowing as she chewed on her bottom lip as she always did when she was nervous. "i cant live like this, knowing you hate me because of what i did. it's my fault, i know, and i never should've let that girl climb on top of me like that..." she looked down at her hands which were fiddling on her lap.

she took a deep breath, "i just needed to look at you one more time. to hear you one more time…”

your heart pained as you saw your ellie, broken in front of you. she was never like this, always cracking jokes and getting all cheeky around you. she would never show this side to you, even when you asked how she really felt. this felt so surreal, she was actually being honest for once.

tears brimmed her eyes once she finally looked back up to your standing form. "one last time. then i'll leave you alone, i promise."

you brought your hand up to cup her cheek, a tear rolled down her freckled skin as she shut her eyes and leaned into your touch.

"touch me," she whispered, "please."

you knew this would be the last time with ellie. you didn't seem to have enough time, it felt, as you slammed your lips onto hers harshly while pulling her up off the couch. she moaned into your mouth as her hands clung to your hips, pushing you back into your bedroom. she knew your apartment like the back of her hand.

your hands strung into her short hair, pulling at her roots as she pushed you against the wall.

you pulled at her sweatshirt, making her pull her head back and ask "are you sure?" breathlessly. her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she didnt want to do anything for you to regret. you already regretted so much with her..

you nodded and kissed her again, not wanting to think about anything except her lips and the ache between your legs.

she began to take your her shirt off, sighing at your body underneath. god, she loved every curve of your stomach, every mark on your skin. she had your entire body memorized, every soft spot and every tick.

ellie bent and started to kiss down your stomach, not stopping until she got to your inner thighs. she kissed your clothed cunt, earning a whimper from you from above. her favorite fucking sound.

her fingers slowly dragged your panties down to the floor, she kissed all the way back up in an attempt to savor the moment, which was going by way too fast for her liking.

"els.. please-" you whined as you grew impatient, wanting her to satisfy you as she was the only one who knew how.

"right here, baby, im right here." she said, moving her mouth onto your ache. her tongue swirled throughout your folds, finally making its way to your clit. she sucked harshly on the bud, making your hands move to her hair to pull harshly. you knew it always turned her on when you pulled her hair-- she moaned into your pussy at the action.

her entire body was tingling. she needed to be inside you, to feel your inner walls that she loved so much.

your moans grew louder as she worked her tongue into you, and soon enough you both moved to the bed with her on top of you. "god, you're so fucking pretty." she said while looking down at your pretty flushed face.

her hands roamed your body, never getting enough. your eyes brimmed with tears as you recalled your first time with her, she was so nervous. she kept asking 'is this okay?' 'can i touch you here?' 'am i going too hard?'

it was hard to keep your composure as the love of your life was no longer yours.

ellie kissed away your tears as she fucked into you, whispering her sweet nothings like she always did. your face was buried in the crook of her neck as her strap thrusted deep inside; she hit your soft spot with every single thrust every. single. time.

your orgasm was creeping up, and she knew. "not yet baby-- need you to hold on just a little longer." she kissed your head and fucked harder, making you scream out into her shoulder.

"let me see you." she breathed out. you lifted your head from her shoulder, looking up at her with your glassy, red eyes. your lips were red and swollen from the crying, making them perfectly kissable to her. you really were so fucking pretty, even in your fucked-out-crying state. you always looked beautiful under her, she thought.

your eyes clamped shut and your mouth fell open, indicating your release. loud moans and harsh thrusting was all ellie could hear. you yelled out her name in a tone so pornographic that ellie almost came just from your voice.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckellieohmygodFUCK"

"shh pretty girl. i got you." she calmed you down, stroking your head as she moved you on top of her so she could hold you fully. she was about to pull out, but you whined, "nono, stay inside. please." ellie didnt move an inch. you didnt want her to leave, didnt want to feel that emptiness from before.

her head leaned up against your headboard as she held you, just admiring your sleepy state. she too felt exhausted, for it seemed that she could only get fully rested when you were holding her. she hadnt slept comfortably in more than two months.

she held onto you tightly because she knew this wouldnt last. that, in the morning, she would be gone before you wake up. her girl, fast asleep on her chest, looking so peaceful. she watched your head rise and fall with her chest, and she's never felt more in love with you then in that moment.

god, she fucked up so bad.

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

summary: eddie always find it hard to contain himself around you, and you comfort him when he says something that makes your heart breaks

word count: 1361

pairing: eddie munson x maddyperez!reader

a/n: i imagine this one is set in 1990s bc I'm a whore for 90s vibes. and if any of you watches euphoria then you’d know how the reader act like

eddie shamelessly run his eyes over your body, watching you stand by your dresser with your fingers digging into the makeup pouch.

you look so pretty and fuckable in that pink tank top and tiny, white cotton panties. showing off the plump of your ass, causing him to clench his jaw. He has to refrain himself from marching over there and sink his teeth into the soft cheek. that mirror is also giving him a hard time. showing the perfect view of your nipples pressing against the material, and it’s making it harder for him not to jump off your bed and pounce at you.

not to mention, your dark wavy hair isn’t being tied like it usually is. it falls just above your hips and he’s having this mental image engraved on his mind of how it feels like under his grip when he’s fucking you from behind.

you got him feeling like a hormonal teenager despite being your boyfriend. he swears you have this magic effect on him that never seems to wear off, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“strawberry or cherry?”

he pulls himself out of his train of thoughts as he blinks, seeing you holding two pink tubes at him with a soft smile.

he sighs, getting into his ‘thinking’ face while leaning against the headboard before his eyes going back to check out your ass. “hm. peach”

you roll your eyes playfully when you realize what he’s talking about. his cheeky smile, gaze, and that wink he sends you over. eddie could be such a boy sometimes,

“I’m serious! and stop looking at my butt you perv!” you poke fun at him, though loving it secretly. “how about cherry? you seem to like this one better.”

“anything you put on your lips, I’d love it baby” he shrugs, rolling over to his side as he supports his temple with an open palm,

“like your dick?” you raise your eyebrow, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth,

eddie groans and roll his eyes to the back of his head. “Jesus. And yet, I’m the perv?”

you giggle, putting the cherry flavored one on the lips before throwing the tube away into the bag. He grins widely when you walk over to him, kneeling on the bed as you slowly crawl your way to shift your weight on top of him. feeling his hard groin brushing against your inner thigh.

locking your eyes with his like a predator having an eye on its prey.

“God you are so… sexy” he lets out a soft grunt when you settle on his hips. “How do i get so fucking lucky? Look at you. Prettiest girl at Hawkins and I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

He moves his hands to your thighs, then slowly going up before resting them on your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he feels himself growing more hard.

“I count myself lucky too” you whisper sexily, putting on your best naughty look and lean down to put your hands beside his head. watching him with hazy eyes as he looks up at you with lust. “not everyday i get to fuck a rockstar.”

“If you count having 5 drunks and living at a trailer home then sure.” he jokes, rubbing the soft flesh of your bum while the other hand toys around with the hem of your panties. “a fucking failure am i right?”

with a frown, you’re quick to shake your head, petting his soft hair. “don’t say that, eddie. you’re not a failure.”

“you’re saying that because you’re my girlfriend.” he chuckles sadly,

“of course not!” you defend, sitting up straight as he mirrors your action. “why would you ever think that?”

he removes his hands away from your body and you struggle not to whine because of it. eddie crosses his arms, shutting his eyes before opening them back.

“because everyone said so. I’m the freak, the fucking outcast, the cult leader, the embarrassment. God, baby you name it” he replies, rubbing his hands roughly up and down his face. “they think that I won’t be able to graduate this year and who knows maybe they’re right.”

“but I’m not everyone, am i?” you gently ask, cupping his cheeks with both hands to get him to look at you. “fuck that. fuck them. Eddie, you are the sweetest, talented,selfless and smartest man i have ever met. i see the good shit in you. Why can’t you do the same?”

you spot a hint of sadness in his eyes, and it makes your heart break. seeing your man vulnerable like this, makes you wanna go on a killing spree and tear all of the guts from everyone who has done him wrong.

“Eddie, my love. You passed all of those exams and assignments in the span of 6 months. That shows you’re motivated of wanting to get the fuck out of here.” You remind him, thumb grazing his soft skin. “And you told me you wanted to study mechanical engineering, right? While you do gigs with the band? You have no idea how happy i am to hear all of your dreams and i will support you through and through.”

his lips slowly forming into a smile, heart feeling at ease when you comfort him with your words. they sound so genuine and encouraging coming from you, he appreciates it so much. because he never had someone willing to help and defend him like you do.

he’s always alone. sure, he has his friends but he has been longing to bury himself in the arms of someone that he could get to call his. at school, he always puts on this facade to show that he doesn’t mind of not being tied down. his careless attitude is pretty convincing.

and that’s when you happened. you waltzed into his life and changed it for the better. despite living in two different social standing. He, at first, worried that you might damage your reputation. but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. the love you have for him is stronger than that. it hurts you to think that eddie is willing to sacrifice his own happiness for you.

“i am so in love with you.” he speaks without hesitation, kissing your knuckles. “i don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“probably dead.” you say as a joke, then bursting out into fit of giggles when he gives you a look. “kidding, baby.”

you two fall into comfortable silence after that. just a pair of eyes staring at each other with much love without knowing that the two of you are picturing building a life together in each other’s minds.

“you saved me, you know?” you start. “when you found me sitting at the curb that night after i broke up with Jason, and we had a long conversation, i felt myself never been happier. Couldn’t believe that i was dumb enough of wanting to go back with him until you made me realized.”

“Well, i was going to have you one way or another anyway” he admits, leaning himself back against the headboard. “That son of a bitch doesn’t deserve you. None of those guys at school do. Except me.”

“Cocky aren’t we?” You smirk, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “But you’re probably right. None of them could probably fuck me right anyway.”

“Speaking of fucking” his pupils dilated when he mentions it, hooking his right hand under your thigh before throwing you under him, hearing your squeal and giggle when he does. “I’d like to fuck you right now. Been driving e crazy with that tiny thing you’re wearing and your glossy lips.”

“Fuck me then baby. Show me how loud you can make me scream.” You look up to him with siren eyes as you purr, fingers going beneath your panties to pull them down,

Eddie mutters a low ‘fuck’ while quickly tugging off his belt, looking at how cock drunk you look and he’s not even inside of you yet

“Fucking little devil that you are”

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