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moongreenlight · 6 months

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I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a “secret wife”.

Please please please write more with “secret wife y/n”, I beg of you. 🙏🏻

ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.

Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.

If there’s one thing Gaz knows how to do, it’s shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after he’d been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After he’d discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.

He’d gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didn’t sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghost’s big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.

It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldn’t stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like he’d deeply bastardized the idea of ‘Ghost.’ Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.

He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that he’d seen the signs, just hadn’t been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. He’d never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasn’t in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. He’d actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldn’t have served any real purpose.

So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.

And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds it’s way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like it’s a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when it’s an optimal time to see missions through.

The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Price’s office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you haven’t had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.

You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him it’s nothing you can’t handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And he’s glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.

He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.

He sends you home despite your protest. You’d already gotten your color back. Claimed you must’ve had something off to eat. He wasn’t having it. Said he wouldn’t have his best doctor spreading sick because she’s too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. He’s a bit more stern than usual because he knows you won’t listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until you’ve finished it.

Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghost’s eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after he’s taken his shot, Price sees that he’s slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.

He doesn’t think much of it. He’s been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Let’s him finish up whatever he’s doing before they get back to work.

The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldn’t be able to for the foreseeable future.

Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.

But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcher’s counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didn’t know him so well.

He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.

Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.

Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didn’t even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simon’s head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like he’d suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.

It’s like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnny’s smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. You’re the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadn’t cut him.

Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didn’t even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.

And to Soap’s absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didn’t try to yank you back, didn’t voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldn’t apologize for the mess. Couldn’t crack a joke. Couldn’t even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.

Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess he’d made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted you’d pay for the bottle of bourbon he’d managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but you’d already sent it down the belt. And by the time you’d rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.

Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.

Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghost’s eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.

He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said you’d see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back he’d have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.

The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.T’s finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldn’t hear the lashing he was bound to receive.

But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.

“Appreciate if you’d keep this between us.”

Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didn’t want to come out.

“‘Course.”

Johnny’s voice wasn’t much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.

Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.

“How long you been keepin’ this in?”

“Which bit.”

His response was flat.

“Dinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man o’ mystery these days.”

Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.

“Don’t push it.”

Simon bit back.

“Bonnie thing for a brute like you.”

“Johnny.”

“Looks ready’ta pop.”

A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.

“Few months.”

They’d reached Johnny’s car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driver’s side door shuffling their feet once more.

“Ken it’ll turn out like you?”

He couldn’t help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that it’d been planted in his mind.

“Hope not.”

Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.

“Boy o’ girl?”

This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.

“Girls.”

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visionarymode · 4 months

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Winter Whispers

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: roman reigns x female reader

✧ word count: 2,832

“God, it’s fucking freezing out there,” he breathed out as he shut the door behind him.

“Baby I told you to just leave it for tomorrow,” you sighed, getting up from the couch to walk over to him. Your jaw dropped at his bright red nose as he rubbed his hands together. He looked so cute all bundled up with his black beanie and thick jacket.

“Oh my god,” you giggled, still baffled that he wanted to go outside in this negative degree weather to shovel the snow. Yet he insisted that it wouldn’t be a big deal and he’d be quick. You grabbed his big, cold hands to wrap your own tiny, warm ones around them as you got on your tip toes to kiss him. His lips were so cold yet still so soft.

“Mm,” he hummed as he went in for seconds. “I feel warmer already…” he deeply mumbled against your lips making you lazily grin with your low eyelids focused on his own pearly whites.

“Let me get daddy some hot chocolate first,” you giggled as he playfully grabbed a handful of your ass.

You walked over to the kitchen counter and added whipped cream to both mugs and topped it off with some mini marshmallows and chocolate drizzle. You couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous self as he cleared his throat, took off his jacket, and slicked back a few strands of hair falling in his face from his messy bun. He caught you looking and quickly steered your attention at the drinks in front of you as he licked his lips and ran his hand over his thick beard. You felt your cheeks flush as you heard him chuckle at your embarrassment. He got himself comfortable on the big couch as you grabbed both mugs and headed over join him.

“Thanks baby,” he smiled as he took a sip of the mug, dramatically fluttering his eyes as he licked the remaining whipped cream from his lips.

“Good huh?” you giggled, plopping your self next to him as you swung your legs over his lap.

“Mhm,” he mumbled as be took another sip, his other hand gently rubbing on your bare leg. His subtly eyed your exposed skin as be lowered the mug from his lips that he licked, watching you as you teasingly bent your knee and rocked it side to side making his gaze slowly peer up your entire body. You were wearing an oversized ugly christmas sweater with nothing but panties underneath and some long fuzzy socks.

“What?” you chuckled, as he raised his brows, a smirk creeping up on his lips. He loved your subtle yet scandalous little outfits you always put together.

Your eyes focused on his as you took a sip from your mug, purposefully letting some slip on your bottom lip. You wiped it with your thumb and laughed at his sudden tight, frustrated grip on your lower leg.

“Quit your little games and come sit on daddy’s lap…” he deeply ordered as he snaked his hand up your thigh. You placed your mug on the coffee table and obliged as you hopped on his lap. You heard him wince as he turned his body to set his own mug on the table.

“Are you okay?” you asked worriedly, furrowing your brows at his sudden pain.

“Yeah…my shoulders just a little sore from the shoveling,” he grunted, looking back up at you as he scratched his beard.

“Just a little?” you asked again, your tone slightly above a whisper as you softly smoothed your hands up and down his upper arms. You knew he was undermining how painful it really was, he was always one to not make you worry.

“Yes…just a little,” he not so convincingly reassured, pulling you in by your sweater to place a kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck allowing your foreheads to press together as he ran his hands up and down your back. He cupped the side of your face, keeping you close as he sensually took his time exploring your mouth with his thick, warm tongue.

“You’re still cold,” you whispered with a frown, feeling him shiver a little beneath you as his face still felt chilly.

“But…you’re helping…a lot,” he whispered back in between kisses. Your lips stayed connected on the last one, both of you transferring some extra love and lust towards the other as your fingers brushed his beard. He sniffled a little, making you hide your laugh at his still bright red nose.

“What?” he asked, playfully furrowing his brows as you played with his sweater strings.

“Your nose is so red. You look like Rudolph,” you teased with a giggle.

“Oh I’m Rudolph now?” he sarcastically asked with a deep tone, brushing strands of your hair out of your eyes.

“It’s cute though,” you reassured, your hands resting on the sides of his neck as you leaned in to kiss his chilled nose. You pecked it again as your thumbs softly swiped across his freckles sprawled under his eyes.

“It makes your freckles pop,” you softly spoke, kissing each freckled side. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you as close to his chest as possible with another little grunt, and you knew it was once again from his soreness.

“I know you’re in pain,” you pulled back to whisper, running your hands up and down his biceps again as he lovingly gazed at your concern, his eyes crinkling from his smile.

“Sweetheart…I’m fine,” he reassured once again against your lips with his big, plump soft ones. You both exchanged about five short and audible kisses before you came up with your own offer.

“You sure? I could give daddy a little massage…” you bribed, trying to hide your taunting smile. You delicately and dedicatedly dug your fingers into his shoulders to show him a preview as he pleasingly inhaled from the temporary relief.

“Uh huh…” you mocked as he closed his eyes from the wonders of your fingers.

“That does feel good…” he pleasantly responded, his eyes still closed as he licked his lips.

“Mhm…a little massage…and a nice, hot shower will make daddy feel real good” you whispered as you snaked your hands down his chest and stomach, picking the hem black hoodie, reaching further underneath to pick at his long sleeve. Your little grind against his bulge got him to open those deep brown eyes of his as he bucked his hips in response.

“Oh yeah?” he deeply asked slightly above a whisper, his eyes fixated on your bare thighs as they slowly gazed up your body and eventually up your hungry, inviting eyes. He ran his big hands over your tiny body, cupping your breasts, a smirk creeping on his lips as his right hand found your cheek to cup it, pulling you down onto his laid body. You both moaned as your lips found each other, tongues enticingly swirling to savor each other’s sweet and cocoa taste.

“You’re so beautiful…” he groaned between kisses and head turns as he squeezed your ass cheeks, using them as leverage to rub against his hard on. You satisfyingly exhaled as his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head to grab a handful of your hair to pull on, exposing your neck. He left sloppy, wet kisses down your jaw making you bite your lip as you felt your panties get wetter…and wetter…

“Mmm…” he deeply moaned as he slid his thick, warm tongue along your neck. A hushed gasp escaped your lips as he sucked on your sweet spot, his large hand tightly squeezing your right ass cheek as you let yourself unapologetically ride his bulge.

“Roman…” you moaned his name as his lips audibly smacked against your sensitive skin.

“What sweetheart?” he asked as his hands smoothly ran up your lower back and around your hips to tightly grip them as he removed his lips from your neck to gaze up at your flushed face.

“Hm?” he pressured again, running his thumb across your glossy, wet bottom lip as your lost eyes never left his sinister ones.

“Wanna hit the shower with me?” he whisperingly asked as your lips naturally parted, allowing him to slowly slip his thumb inside and along your warm tongue, making you suck on it.

“Mhm,” you nodded with a not so innocent grin, his thumb fondling with your lip again as he flashed his own pearly whites. You yelped as he suddenly scooped you up into his arms. Your legs naturally wrapping around his torso, giggling as he spanked you while heading up the stairs.

“You can put me down I don’t wanna make your shoulders worse,” you expressed in worry again as he kissed his teeth in disagreement. He placed you on the counter, gently grabbing you by the throat as your lips brushed together.

“Stop…worrying…about my body…and let me fuck yours,” he growled. You practically moaned watching him slowly and torturously take off his shirt, exposing his tanned, tatted, and muscular body. You slipped off your own sweater, exposing your black laced bra and panties while he turned on the water on.

“You’re so perfect…you know that?” he softly asked once he turned back around, keeping his fascinated and loving eyes on you, tilting your chin up with his finger while the other one found your back to unclip your bra. It fell in your lap before he snatched it and threw it on the floor making you grin against his lips. Your legs clutched to his waist as he easily scooped you back up in his arms. You both exchanged a slow kiss, smiling against each others lips as he stepped inside the shower. You couldn’t help but feel guilty about him continuously carrying you with his sore muscles but he instantly made you forget as his tongue wrestled yours. You got lost in his juicy and wet lips and forgot you were even under the running shower by how quickly you both got wet. You gasped as he dropped you down and spun you around without warning, grabbing your hands to place on the wall as he pressed the tip of his dick between your ass cheeks. He held both of your hands up above your head with his left hand, the right one hooking right under your panties to feel your wet lace.

“Baby…” you moaned as he left sloppy kisses down your back, his hands roaming around your curves as he knelt on the floor. You felt his hands grope your ass cheeks, the sudden poke of his teeth on your skin as he held the hem of your laced panties with his teeth, sliding them off as you lifted each leg to help him.

“Good girl…” he muttered with the lace still between his teeth, smacking your ass again as you turned around at the sight. You bit your lip, lovingly gazing up at his tall figure, soaked in water as it dripped down his body…making you snatch the panties between his teeth and throwing it over the rod. His lips found your neck again, making your eyes flutter as your right hand reached below to stroke his slippery, hard, and tanned dick in your palm.

“You wet for daddy?” he moaned in your ear, his two middle fingers sliding up and down between your sticky, slick folds making you gasp from his touch.

“Yes…” you whined as he slowed down the pace of his slithering fingers between your folds, teasing his long middle one against your hole. His dick was rock hard against your belly as he grabbed your throat with his other free hand, keeping a tight grip on your neck while that thumb and forefinger toyed with your jaw.

“Please…” you begged with a gasp as he slowly slipped his middle finger inside of you.

“Hm?” he taunted, placing his wet lips on yours. You panted between the slippery kisses as you nodded, hoping he’d fulfill your begging needs.

He removed his finger to slide it against his tongue, enclosing his lips around it as he tasted your needy, sweet juices. He picked you up and pinned you against the dripping wall, his left arm wrapped around your lower back as his right grabbed his dick.

“I got you baby girl…” he cooed with a reassuring, sexy nod as he dragged his streaming tip along your soaked entrance making your mouth drop open. He dragged it in vertical strokes a couple times before slipping his entire length inside of you with ease, making you both moan at the familiar and pleasureful reunion. He started with nice, slow, easy thrusts as you both moaned against each others tongues. You jerked in his arms, struggling to stay still as your legs tightened around his waist.

“Feel good baby?” he groaned, the fast droplets of water falling between his lips as he spoke, pulling you right back in between them as you bit his soaked bottom lip.

“Yes…fuuuuuck,” you cried out with a gasp, his thrusts intensifying, the sound of his doused balls slapping against your wet skin growing louder, and the parting of his mouth widening from his gratifying bliss watching you in pleasure.

“Like that sweetheart? You like daddy’s dick?” he moaned as his hand slid over your drizzling thigh and around your ass to spank it.

“Y-Y-Yesyesyes…” you loudly moaned, your left arm sliding off his neck to cup the right side of his wet and glistening bearded face. Water dripping down his dampened strands of hair and parted lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your head fell back to the wall for a split second before a new wave of warm, shocking pleasure sparked your lower belly making your head fall forward onto his forehead. He slid his tongue into your mouth to get another whine out of you as he subtly slowed down his thrusts.

“You gon’ cum sweetheart? You gon’ cum for daddy?” he deeply whispered yet was so audible over the loud drops of water from the shower head and your wet bodies smacking against each other. He held you tight as he took a step back to get you both covered right underneath the water, slapping your right ass cheek.

“Yes daddy…” you gasped as he picked you further up against the wall, slowly sliding you back down the tiles at the same pace of his tongue as it licked you between your middle breast bone and back up to your neck as his dick slipped right back in you. You felt like you were seeing stars as your eyes fluttered uncontrollably, your breasts bouncing frantically against his soaked and tatted chest, and his moans filling your ear as he pumped his length in and out of your overstimulated pussy.

“I-I-I’m gonna cum,” you moaned with heavy pants as the his grip around your body and left thigh tightened. You felt your walls contract around his throbbing dick, his thrusts quickening by the millisecond. Your eyes struggled to stay open, the water hurriedly dripping down your fluttering eyelashes.

“Cum with me sweetheart…cum all over daddy’s dick,” he coached you as his heavy grunts heightened. Watching him soaked, in pure bliss, and hearing him call you your favorite name sent you right over the edge as you shut your eyes with one last loud and high pitched moan as your orgasm took complete control. He thrusted one last time inside of you, keeping his dick deep inside your gushing walls as his own warm and creamy cum filled you up. Your arms stayed wrapped around his neck and both of your heavy breathing slowed down to peaceful ones as he removed a couple wet strands of your bangs out of your face.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, a smile spreading across those dripping lips.

“I love you more sweetheart,” he confessed with a passionate kiss, slowly dropping you back down to the floor, both of his thumbs still cradling the sides of your face.

“Real shower time?” you asked with a giggle. He nodded as he flashed his pearly whites, using his right hand to move his hair out of his face.

“Real shower time. C’mon now…” he teasingly ordered as he ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing your shampoo with his other hand.

“No…you first. Your body needs a break,” you tried grabbing the bottle out of his hand but he snatched it away.

“Break?” he asked with a chuckle. He poured some into his hands, lathering it up as he rubbed them together.

“Baby-”

“Baby…” he cooed back as he interrupted, spinning you around by the waist as he started massaging your scalp with the shampoo.

“We gonna get cleaned up….and then I’m gonna make this pretty pussy cum all over again once we done.”

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norizz-nation · 5 months

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Hey can you do Make up sex? Make you forget your dad is disappointed in you sex? For part three of " All His" 😝

That sounds so good! 😩

Click here to read part 2 sweethearts!

All his 💛 (Part 3)

Summary: you couldn’t stop stressing about the fact that your father, christian saw you with max but your boyfriend knows exactly how to take all your stress away

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, biting, dacryphilia, choking

“No it wont get better!” You shouted back at max who was standing in front of the fridge. “Y/n, baby if i talk to him. He will understand” he said while getting a bottle of water from the fridge. You just shook your head and closed your eyes shut. You couldn’t take this guilt anymore. It was too much for you. You felt a hand caressing your cheek. “Look at me y/n” max said. You looked up at him with tears forming in your eyes. “I just.. i cant take this anymore max. I know i disappointed him a lot. What if he never forgives me?” You asked, looking up at him.

Waiting for an answer. Waiting for him to fix it. Fix everything.

He then caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Y/n, my love. You can never disappoint someone. I know your dad isn’t talking to you but i know that he loves you so much. He can never be disappointed in you. You’re so perfect” he said. Somehow his words always made you feel better. You let out a sigh and nodded lightly. But yet, you were stressing about it. You pulled yourself away form his touch and stood in front of the big marble kitchen counter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt max snuggle his nose in the side of your neck. “I love you” he said, kissing your neck. Your body froze when his kisses went lower and lower. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your shoulder. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your lower back. Your whole body shivered when his cold hands went under your t-shirt. Running his hands up and down your back. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your ass cheek. You closed your eyes shut when max pulled your shorts down with his teeth.

Fuck. Him on his knees was something too hot.

You winced in pain when you felt a strong bite on your ass cheek. His breath on your ass made you buck your hips forward. “I love you” he murmured as his lips went in between your ass cheek. Your mouth hung open when you felt max giving you wet kisses. His kisses down there made you go crazy as your eyes rolled to the back. “Fuck” you said, biting on your bottom lip. His kisses became hungrier as he went deeper in between your ass cheeks.

He then stood up and pulled your one leg on top of the marble counter. It didn’t take much time for him to take off his clothes. "I love you" he said, as the tip of his dick teased your pussy. Rubbing it gently. You whined out when max pushed his dick inside your pussy. Making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you screamed out. Your head fell back and rested on his chest as he kept on thrusting his dick inside of you. He then wrapped his hand around your neck, gripping it tightly. You bit on your lip harder as you couldn’t take this staggering amount of pleasure anymore. "Oh fuck yes!" you screamed out those words. Your mind went blank. His breath on your ear was too much for you. His whimpers made you reach your edge fast. "F-fuck max! Im g-gonna cum already!" you whined out as tears formed in your eyes. Your grip on the corners of the kitchen counter got stronger. His breath got heavier and his dick twitched inside of you. He then pulled out making you whine. He then sat you on the kitchen counter and pulled your t-shirt off. Kissing you everywhere.

Your neck, your collarbone, your tits, your stomach. Everywhere.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His kiss was gentle but needy, for you. You both looked at how his dick twitched while rubbing on your already dripping wet clit. “Fuck please” you whispered as your forehead rested on his. You let out a loud moan when he pushed his dick inside you again. You closed your eyes shut as he thrusted inside of you. “Fuck fuck!” You whined out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n baby look at me” he said, breathlessly. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked, looking at you straight in the eyes. You nodded as you whimpered quietly. “Cum for me then baby, cum for me” he said as his thrusts became sloppier. Your sweat mixed with his as you both reached the edge.

Max held you in his arms tightly after you both came down your high. You closed your eyes shut and rested your forehead on his. You caressed his jaw as his chest was heaving up and down. “I love you so much y/n. I will beg on my knees for you to your dad. I cant live without you y/n. I love you so much” he said breathlessly as his nose went red. You caressed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. You then wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Not letting go. You can never let him go. All you want is him. All he wants is you.

But will your father, christian understand?

Click here for part 4 sweethearts!

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 1: your husband: miguel o'hara.

"mmm... mi amor, don't go..."

his gravelly voice begged of you as his sculpted, tan arms wrapped themselves around your waist. he buried his sharp nose in your hair as he took in the delicious scent of his spouse, the love of his life that he was so fortunate to have for... forever now. he kissed down your neck as he held you closer, pulling you towards his massive body and caging you in his tight, loving grasp. "mi vida... it's sábado, don't leave me alone in this big bed..." he murmured to you as he sneaked his hands under your top and roamed his palm all over your smaller, plush body.

from the moment he got to know you, the moment you flashed him your signature, beautiful smile and looked up at him in the eyes with so much friendliness and openness in those eyes of yours... he felt himself fall into the insanity and the calmness of loving yo; whether he realized it or not at the time he was yours the minute he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

miguel made it a point that he loved you, that he loved you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes; he loved you for your heart, your mind, your body, and just all of you. you make your husband go crazy with the smallest of things you do, and it's even better when you're oblivious to him being absolutely smitten with you. he had never thought he'd be the type to settle down and devote the rest of his life living quietly with someone as spectacular and worth loving, that someone being you.

he'd whimper silently into your ear when he's craving you and your love, when he's desperate and needs to be held and loved by you, the most perfect person to ever exist. he's a stern man who takes his responsibilities seriously, but he does lose his composure and all his restraint when you're out here being so lovable to him. "please don't go... i'll be lonely... the bed's so cold without you... you know i hate the cold..." he whines as you sigh and turn over on your side to face your husband. "it's cleaning day, miggy, i have to get up early."

miguel gave a long sigh and pulled you even closer to him with one hand. he kissed your forehead and grumbled. "i don't give a crap if it is, it's a rest day, mi vida; you need a rest from being away from me... i'm your husband for goodness' sake, and i'm tired of not being with you, so... por favor, mi amor? just a few more minutes in bed with me...?" he begged you like a child, pouting out his lower lip to try and make you feel sorry for him, but it instead made you giggle.

he chuckled lowly at your contagious giggling and brought his face closer to yours. "that's right, oh, i love it when you laugh... makes me forget all the shit i've had to deal with earlier this week." he mumbles as he pecks your lips gently and brings his hands up to either sides of your face, holding you close as he kisses you. "my precious spouse... i never wanna live another morning without you here." he mutters as he smiles at you, brushing away a stray lock of your hair and chuckles again, relishing the passing minutes with you close to him and in his hands, thanking his lucky stars that you became his one and only, and swears to you every day in his own ways that he will make you the happiest with him; for he's your husband, and he will always, always devote himself to you and love you unconditionally.

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demiesworld · 9 months

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"SLUT ME OUT" (1K FOLLOWER SPECIAL)

☆ pairings: your fav x fem!reader

☆ synopsis: in appreciation for reaching 1k+ followers, i have decided to write this filth. there is honestly zero plot and no build up to the smut. we just gon get right into it. thank you for 1k! please enjoy this!

☆ contents: nsfw, smut, kissing, dirty talking, rough sex, unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, mating press, doggy style, spanking, creampie, squirting, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. the fav chara's name or physical description is not included in this. i tried my best not to describe them or say their name. chara insert is kinda mean in this, but i like em mean!

You prayed to whatever holy entity you believed in that your neighbors couldn't hear what you and your man were doing. These walls in your apartment weren't thick enough to suppress the sounds of your gushing wet cunt receiving a rough beating from behind. Your fingers were frantically trying to grab something to keep you steady while your legs were spread apart, feet arching up from the floor as you stood bent over at the waist on your tip-toes. Your man had his stupidly thick in girth, and sickeningly pleasing in length dick raw-dogging your pussy. His strong hands were gripping tightly onto your hips, trying to keep you from running away from his assault in your cunt. Which you were trying to do right now, you were trying to run away as his tip kept slamming right into your cervix. He was fucking hurting you but damn did it felt fucking good.

Your man caught on to you moving your body forward over the kitchen counter and he brought his large hand down onto your ass cheek. A loud slap resonated when it came in contact with your skin and you yelp and swing your arm back to hit him. You end up missing a connect with his body, however he snatched your arm by the forearm and held it against your back. His thrusts came to an abrupt stop, and his mouth was pressed against your ear. Nose exhaling puffs of air on your prickling skin.

"Stop fucking running away from my dick." He growls lowly, and squeezes your arm. "You're," thrust. "Gonna," thrust and a slap on the ass cheek. "Take," thrust followed by you mewling. "This," thrust and a nibble on your earlobe. "Dick!"

You cry out in a pleasured moan when he slammed his tip right at your cervix again. Your back arches into the perfect angle for him, head thrown back and pebbled nipples rubbing on the cold marble countertop underneath you. "F-Fuck daddy! Y-Your fucking dick is too damn big! Hm! Fuck!"

He snorts amused by your response and lifts off your back, pressing himself further into your heat while grinding his hips against the curve of your ass. "I know it's big baby. Fuck, I'm in this pussy so deep huh?" He teases you by jerking his hips forward and the action has your cunt spasming around his enveloped length while creaming on his shaft. Your man tenses up when you clench around him so suddenly, he wasn't expecting you to come so early, since this was just the first round he wanted to have with you. "Shit! What the fuck your ass came already?"

You weren't listening to what he had said, and you couldn't answer him anyways. Not when you had white noise muffling your hearing and your pussy fluttering from climaxing. He clicks his tongue, and pulls his dick out from your pussy. He spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, looking at it clenching around nothing.

"You're not gonna ruin the fun for me, I still ain't came yet." He said and took a hold of your upper arm, "Come here," he grunts while pulling you into the living room.

"Uhh, b-baby wait! Fuck wait, give me a minute!" You were trying to get him to stop, but he wasn't having none of it. In the blink of an eye, your man had you on your back with your legs bent to your chest. Fuck, fuck, you knew where this was going.

He hovered above you, his heavy dick rubbing against your wet lips and hands were holding your legs in place. "I don't have a fucking a minute." He responded, and sunk his cock back into your slick heat.

The sting of his width stretching out your walls causes you to grit your teeth and whine in suffering. You sling your arms around his broad shoulders while looking up into his eyes as if he had hung the stars in the sky. His cock was fully inside of you, the tip close to breaking through your cervix once more. In this position it was deftly easier for him to keep fucking into it.

A chill went down your spine when he pulled his hips back.

At the feeling of him slamming into you, your body jerked up from the sofa and a loud wail came through your lips. Your fingernails scratching at the naked skin on his shoulder blades, leaving thin scrapes of blood and crescents.

Pap.

"Fuhhh... uhhh... y-yesss!" You were feeling hazy, you felt like you were floating on a cloud and the only thing keeping you grounded was your man ramming his big cock through your tight walls. You look down at where you were connected with him, moaning in a drunk fucked-out bliss when you see a ring of white on his cock. It was painting your cunt, gluing on your outer lips and sticking on your clammy skin. A wide dopey grin stretches across your lips and you toss your head back when you moan, "Just like that daddy, fuck'me just like that!"

He was panting above you, beads of sweat was dripping from his forehead and onto your body. You didn't care or minded at all. He looked just as fucked out as you did. He cupped underneath your chin and leaned down to your lips. He wasn't kissing you yet though you and him were breathing in each other's air. As a result of that, you both felt light-headed however it added to the fire of the rough, passionate sex you two were having.

"Don't you ever–fuck– run from this–hnng... dick you got that?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

"Use your fucking words."

You squeal just as your walls tighten around him, "Y-Yesss! Won't run from your di-dick daddy!" The moment you cried out those words you were cumming all over his dick for the second time. Spurts of your juices streamed out like a waterfall and covered his groin. The hairs of his pubic becoming drenched in your essence. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head, and your body shakes underneath his bigger form.

He clicked his tongue, irritated that he had to slow down his thrusts because you just came again. No matter because by the end of this, you were going to be filled to the brim with his cum. Through your second orgasm, he rotated his hips still embedded deep into your silky pussy. By the time you were done and had relaxed for him he resumed into fucking you.

Brutally hard thrusts.

Quick strokes.

The couch was creaking with how animalistic he was getting. It was like something in him had switched on and now he couldn't stop. Not until he had filled you up.

His mouth slammed onto yours, a clash of teeth at first but when he settled down and started ravishing your lips the kiss turned less chaotic. A hand grasped your neck, holding it underneath your chin to keep you still, the thumb stroking your jawline. You, being so fucked out and high off of him, did your best to follow his lead. Wet tongues, lewd suckles of lips, and breathy moans passed through your mouths.

"That's it, thaaaat's it, fuck, fuck!" He grunts out prior to pulling out his dick from your wet cunt and slapping the tip against your clit. The weight of it had your toes curling and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. Swiftly he slid back into your heat, his face buried into the side of your neck while he rasped, "Take this dick, take it, fuck baby take it!"

You pressed your mouth on his ear when you mewl, "Cum in my pussy daddy, cum insidecum inside, please- please!"

A tongue swiped on your neck, then he husked, "'M gonna fill her up baby, shit you ready for it? Huh? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Hot, thick bullets of cream shot deep into your cunt entering your womb and filling you up nicely. Your back arched up from the sofa, and your legs tightened around his waist to keep him inside of you while he was cumming. He was hissing throughout his orgasm, back muscles tensing up and teeth clenching as more cum kept shooting out of from his cock.

"Ughhh, shiiiit," he groans out and then slowly slides his dick out of you. "Whew, that's gonna be a lot."

When he's out a pour of creamy white oozes from your entrance and down your rim. Your hole clenches then unclenches pushing out more of his cum. He watches it with a smirk on his lips. You, on the other hand, you're exhausted after getting fucked so good like that. Your muscles are sore, especially your poor pussy, it's aching after your man finally finished.

"Looks like it was a lot. Heh, you might end up pregnant with how much- fuck it's still coming out!"

You whine, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at your man's face. "T-this is your fucking fault! Hmph!" You attempt to move from the couch, but your legs are so stiff you end up rolling face first on the carpeted floor onto your stomach.

Your man laughs at your misery, and squats above you. "Ahaha! Baby if you just want my help you gotta ask now."

"Help meeee~"

"Help me what?"

You suck your teeth and look back at him, batting your eyelashes and murmuring, "Help me please daddy."

He grins cockily before carrying you bridal style in his arms. "How could I resist that pretty face?"

☆ letter from demie: THANK YOU FOR 1K!!!

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loveshotzz · 7 months

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A/N:I was really struggling to write anything I liked tonight, so I sat in my backyard and opened up a blank word doc. Here’s the 535 words that came out, and of course it’s AIRWIY!steve. It’s pure fluff, and can be read as a stand alone. Just fire pit cuddling with your hot old man.

older!steve x fem!reader

The autumn air is crip on your skin, even breaching the thick fabric of your socks, chilling you down to your toes. An amber hue mixing ginger licks in the flames that threaten to go over the steel top of the fire pit. Warmth radiating from the crackling wood that battles against the cold you can start to see in your breath.

Steve throws in the last of the bag of wood you bought from the store on your way home from dinner. Rolling his eyes with a grin in the car at your complaints of the lack of fall activities you’ve participated in and how it was almost the middle of October. Still, he pulls into the parking lot of the local market just the same when he sees the giant sign that says five dollars a bundle.

The fire pit was new, never been used, a spontaneous purchase you made together on your first trip to Home Depot as new homeowners. Love sick and giggling, and he just couldn’t stop kissing you, keeping you tucked against him in the space between his chest and the shopping cart the whole time.

The flames dance across his face, highlighting the salt and pepper scruff that lines his sharp jaw, hazel eyes glowing in the warm light. He smiles at you when he catches you staring, closing the trap door before wiping his hands on his Levi’s making his way back over.

“We got maybe another hour out here honey, soak it up.” Twigs crack under his tan smoking slippers with a matching pair of socks like yours on his feet. The last of the leaves on your big tree begging to come spinning down in the low breeze.

“Thank you handsome,” you lift the throw blanket you dragged out with you despite his protests with a thankful grin that makes his cheeks redden from something other than the cold.

He feels like the sun when he takes up the space next to you, one long arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you to his side. His warmth makes your skin tingle, snaking yourself around his middle you press your cold cheek to the wool of his jacket to soak up more. He smells like the bonfire, and when you inhale deeply you can still catch the notes of pine and cedar that seem to never go away. The red wine from dinner still lingers sweet on his breath, fanning across the top of your head followed by the softest press of his lips.

His fingers find yours under the fleece, and they’re warm just like the rest of him. He doesn’t hesitate to intertwine, a small smile just for him when he feels the cool metal of your engagement ring against his skin.

“You’re so cold, pretty girl. I told you to bring a warmer sweater.” His voice drips with smoked honey, the tip of his nose nudging against your temple.

You crane your neck to meet his eyes, the crows feet that line the edges look deeper in the flickering light. The pad of his thumb adds pressure to your palm, relaxing your muscles before bringing your fingers to his lips. He kisses the tips of them with the utmost care, doing it a second time for good measure making you giggle something sweet.

“Guess I’ll have to warm you up myself.”

Who needs a sweater when you have Steve?

#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfiction

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bettyfrommars · 24 days

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Welcome Back to The Nightmare Factory

Steve's Version Part 1: When the Night Comes

m a s t e r l i s t

Nightmare!Steve x fem!Reader

word count: 2.2k

18+ONLY, lurking monsters, night terrors, star-crossed lovers

Author's Note: Hi, I've missed you. Until now, we've only explored this world with Nightmare!Eddie, but it's time to throw Steve into the mix. Different reader, of course, and I plan to jump around to random scenes as this progresses; it shall not be a linear experience. Nightmare Steve is a biker Steve hybrid that will often cross over into the world of Hawkeye that I created for my biker!Steve au.

Also, you do not need to have any knowledge of the original Nightmare Factory or biker Steve to enjoy this xoxox

You didn’t know how long you’d been waiting on the bench under the bus stop awning, but the sun was sinking on the horizon and the air vibrated with the promise of rain. A drizzle dotted a few fine pinpricks on the sidewalk, yet you could feel a damp chill seeping in through your bones as if you were already soaked.

Across the street between monochrome, saltbox roof houses, stood an old brick building. A flickering neon sign out front had the outline of a purple hand on it, palm out announcing Psychic Readings in a mustard yellow that rivaled the melting sun beyond.

You looked down at your wristwatch, only to realize you weren’t wearing one, and then checked up and down the empty street. Just when the thought occurred to you that there were no other humans around, the flutter of a curtain in one of the houses across the way caught your eye.

Maybe the buses stopped running at dusk and you’d missed the last one. But then, how would you get…to wherever you were going?

“It’s never on time,” a voice next to you spoke up, making you jump.

You were certain that there had not been anyone sitting on the bench with you a second ago.

“The bus, it’s never on time,” she repeated. The woman had short, dark blonde hair tucked behind her ears, a spray of freckles across her nose, and a restless smile tugging up the side of her mouth. “There is always a lot of traffic at the factory on Fridays.”

“The factory?” You cocked your head, trying to understand.

The last offering of fuchsia in the sky flickered and was gone in a blink, erupting a sudden fear in your gut at the loss of light. The fresh blanket of cold made your toes cramp, as if they’d met with one of those icy pockets in sunless, concrete corners.

The woman kept the side of her face to you at all times, never turning to look at you straight on. You had this crazy notion that perhaps the other side of her didn’t exist.

The sight of a motorcycle approaching warmed your heart and your guts for some reason, and you hoped that the bus was not far behind. The rider inched to a halt at the curb in front of you, stomping one booted foot down to steady himself, engine grumbling. In the amber glow of the single streetlamp, you were able to get a look at him.

Wearing sunglasses at night, he raked a big hand through his head of thick, unruly hair, and reached up to light the smoke that was held between his lips. The lighter’s flame let you see the square line of his jaw and that the tattooed lettering on the knuckles of one hand spelled LOVE. He wore leather and denim, with a red shirt, and he tipped his chin to you before turning to the other woman on the bench.

Behind him, the neon psychic sign blinked furiously as the bus in question crawled into view.

”Thank you for keeping an eye on her,” Steve said to the other one on the bench, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.

“Of course,” she stood to button her coat. “Beers are on you this Friday.”

“Remind Eddie if you see him, I might be running late again.” He hadn’t gestured to you, but somehow you knew that you would be the one to make him run late.

The bus rattled closer; it was filled with blue light and odd, dark shapes.

“Are you ready?” The man on the motorcycle tossed the smoke to the pavement and extended his hand to you. “Jump on.”

You got to your feet and hesitated, trying to figure out where you knew him from.

“But I’m waiting for—-”

At that, the air brakes on the lumbering passenger vehicle hissed, coming to a stop, and a cloud of fog billowed up around it.

“You were waiting for me,” Steve tipped his chin at you. "I made a promise."

At another glance, you saw through the windows that it was crowded in figures wearing black shrouds, shuffling forward at the sight of you. They were moaning with unspecified longing that somehow translated into the creepiest sound you’d ever heard. Gasping, you took his hand, and he pulled you close, urging you on the seat behind him.

“I got you,” he whispered.

On the bench, Robin filed her fingernails with an emery board, blowing a pink bubble with her gum like she hadn’t a care in the world.

You held onto Steve’s leather jacket to swing your leg over the bike, zipping your torso flush to his warm back.

Behind Robin stood an endless sea of the same shrouded creatures, clustered dead still in the night as if being actively born from it. Some had antlers, some had hunched backs, and others were impossibly tall and thin. Lining up front to back and shoulder to shoulder, appearing out of seemingly nowhere, collectively withering one long, low growl.

You hugged him frightfully close, squeezing your eyes shut to bury your face in the back of his neck. He smelled like warm summer rain, damp earth, campfire smoke, and a zest of vanilla spices. Safe, I'm safe.

He revved the throttle and told you to hang on tight, but you wavered, checking to find that the army of faceless ghouls were right there—they’d been yards away, but now they were within arm's reach, hovering.

But then you were in the wind, head forced back by the velocity, choking on a scream, whimpering unintelligible pleas into the leather of his jacket.

He shifted gears and it felt like you’d entered some type of warp speed, engine humming between your legs. Eyes shut tight, you swore you felt sharp swipes of skeleton hands at your back and heard the shrieking wails of defeat as the masses lumbered to catch up.

The flap of enormous wings sounded as a few took to the sky, but Steve shifted again, lowering his head. “Don’t look,” he begged. “Soon they won't be able to touch us.”

Back at the bus stop, the door to the bus squealed open, and Robin did not look up from picking a piece of skin from her cuticle.

“Good luck with the next one, Dickie,” she said to the driver who hulked in his seat like Mothman, one clawed hand clutching the wheel.

Dickie looked from Robin to the road ahead and back a few times, trying to understand what was happening, before sinking his wings with a sigh.

“Do you need a ride, sugar?” His voice was usually deep and bellowing on the job, but just then it came out in a comically high-pitched southern accent.

—---

The first time you met Steve, he’d been waiting in the corner of your bedroom.

Waiting for you to go to sleep.

But you were up late watching Ewoks: The Battle for Endor on the small, VCR combo TV that was perched on your dresser. The violet crescents under your eyes hinted to the lack of sleep you’d been getting the past few months. You’d been having a bad rash of nightmares, and if you didn't know any better, you’d think you'd been specifically targeted somehow.

This was not the first time you’d unknowingly had a movie night with shadow Steve, but it was the first time you’d felt his presence. He was nothing but a dust mote of a glimmer, but still, you stared right at him, and asked if anyone was there.

Had he made a sound? Had he accidentally snickered a bit too loud at the giddy Ewoks? Or were you starting to sense him though the cosmic barrier that kept you in different worlds?

It made his heart stall for a second, mouth agape, and a hand outstretched, ready to come clean. To let you know that he wasn’t just some creep off the street, that he was just doing his job—but of course you couldn’t see him. If he ever got the chance to explain it all to you, he’d let you know that the two of you were on different channels of reality. Like switching stations on a radio, he could tune into you, but you didn’t know how to tune into him.

So, there was no way that you could…

“Back again I see,” you hummed, turning to face the screen from where you sat propped up against the headboard in your pajamas. “Where will you be hovering tonight? On the ceiling or at the foot of the bed?”

Were you talking to him? As far as he could tell, you were the only two in the room.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered, defiantly.

Did you really mean it, or were you trying to convince yourself?

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” but even as he stepped forward, he knew the effort was fruitless.

The sound of a barely audible whisper made you turn the volume on the tv down.

Okay, before you’d been bluffing, but that time you really heard something.

Flinging the covers off to jump out of bed, you spun around, wielding the remote out in front of you like a weapon.

“Who’s there?”

Nothing. No one. Just you and all of the nightmares you’d been having about paralysis demons pinning you down and sucking out your soul.

A horrifying thought occurred to you then that maybe they’d followed you out of your dreams and into the waking world.

You tossed the remote back onto your bed, spinning around to address the room. “If you have something to say to me, do it now. Don’t be a fucking coward and wait till I'm asleep.”

Your declaration was met with nothing but the garbled conversations on the TV.

It took a while for you to finally get to sleep, but once you did, that’s when the rattling on your closet door started. It was just a few scratches at first, coming from the inside, but then the doorknob wiggled.

Steve stepped out of the corner and walked—nay, floated.---around to the other side of your bed to act as a barrier between you and whatever was coming out of the closet. The beeping on his watch told him you were entering a deep sleep; he’d also draped an invisibility layer down just in case you did happen to wake up during the confrontation.

The closet door creaked, opening an inch, just enough for three long and meaty, hairy fingers to curl into sight.

“Wrong room, genius,” Steve said curtly.

The door propped ajar just enough so that one big, milk white eyeball could peer out. “Steve?” A garbled voice whispered. “I thought you were at the abandoned hospital with Hopper tonight?”

“I was,” Steve answered. “But now I’m here, asking you not to bother with this one.”

The big eye twitched, blinking a few long blinks. “Whatever you say, dude. I’ve got better places to be.”

Whispers tickled at your ears, as if someone was having a conversation nearby, but not close enough to fully comprehend the words.

You heard the name Steve.

So then you muttered it outloud: “Steve?”

Shocked, he spun around, staring at your parted lips. But then a snore escaped from the back of your throat, and he eased back.

“I won’t let them bother you,” was what he said, and you believed him. Whatever that meant.

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The motorcycle began to slow, and you took the opportunity to check behind you, slumping with relief to find that the highway was empty. Lined with evergreens on either side, the road shot straight out behind the two of you into ominous, smoky oblivion, as if there had never been a town or a Psychic sign or a bus stop.

Steve knew he was cutting it close, his time with you would be over soon, but he wanted to take you out and show you something cool, maybe even impress you. He’d told you about the crimson-colored lake before, about how you could see Mermaids and all manner of sea creatures. It didn’t make sense that they were all in a lake, but still, there it was.

“Have you ever seen a mermaid in real life before?” He asked over his shoulder, shouting above the wind.

You hadn’t, not that you were aware of, anyway. Everything felt so real, it hadn’t even occurred to you that perhaps you weren’t even in the real world.

“Well, don’t talk to them, and don’t look at them for very long,” he warned. “They’ll bite your face off as easily as wink at you.”

You nodded, taking in that information.

“I want to show you where—-”

But then the road dropped off at an abrupt cliff edge that appeared to jut straight down into a sea of stars. It was like a reflection of the sky above.

“Shit, I’m so sorry—” Steve yelled as the bike caught air.

You were going down, falling into the ether of nothingness, and you couldn't tell if the blood-curdling scream you heard belonged to you or someone else.

You clung to Steve while you plummeted down through the infinite space of some unknown universe, about to crash and burn.

Was this it? Is this how you die?

In bed, your eyes flew open with a jolt, clutching a pillow to your chest like you might’ve once held onto a boy for dear life. The pillow smelled like warm summer rain, campfire smoke, and vanilla spices.

After a few blinks, you realized that was the first time you’d slept all through the night without being forced awake by terrors in a very long while.

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Thank you for reading, and much love to those of you who have enjoyed this world from the start. Now that I'm writing again, I'm working on a very special chapter for Nightmare Eddie as well that I can't wait to share with you.

#Nightmare Factory #nightmare!Steve #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fluff #Nightmare Steve #biker!Steve #nightmare!Eddie

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thebearchives · 2 years

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A5 with carlos i actually need it to live

first kiss drabble goes to u mwah <3

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

prompt: jawline kisses

carlos watched as you shivered, tsking loudly, “this is why you should have worn a coat, mi amor.”

you stuck your tongue out, instantly regretting it when a cold gust of wind blew and pushed your hair into your mouth. you spluttered, reluctant to pull your hands out from where you had crossed them and push your hair away from your lips.

carlos let out an exasperated sigh, finger reaching out and trailing along the side of your face, guiding the hair away from your mouth.

you gave him a smile, appreciative, “but a coat would have ruined the look.”

“and a coat would have kept you warm,” his finger trailed down your arm, where the rest of his hand extended and lightly held on, “your arms have goosebumps all over them.”

you couldn’t help but push your arms further into his hand, the warmth from his palms too inviting. carlos was like a heater— no, a furnace. and as much as you wanted to blame it on the fact that he was wearing a warm jacket, you knew better. his hands were always hot, both literally and figuratively.

“yes,” you pushed forward slightly, gauging carlos’ reaction— he let you. you moved closer, “but, i have my big heater of a boyfriend to keep me warm.”

carlos playfully rolled his eyes as you pushed yourself into his arms. his jacket had been unzipped, as if offering you to nestle against his chest. he hissed when your cold body came in contact with his own. even through the white button-up that he had worn, he could feel your icy fingers and arms wrap around his torso. god, you were freezing. even colder than the actual temperature outside.

“mi amor, why do you do this to yourself?” carlos pulls the sides of his jacket up and over your body, trapping you against him.

“i told you already,” your voice was muffled against his chest.

“yeah, yeah,” carlos wrapped his arms around your covered body tightly, “but next time you forget a coat, you don’t get to do this.”

you rolled your eyes, muttering a quiet ‘fine’, before closing them and basking in his warmth. the train wasn’t due to arrive for another five minutes or so, and you could only hope that the inside of it was heated.

a few beats of silence passed, and you raised your head and rested your chin against carlos’ chest, gazing up at him. his eyes flickered down at you and then back up, but he made no move to entertain your gaze.

your eyes followed the curve of his chin and jawline. you could just barely see one of his ears peeking out from gaps between his messy hair, tinted red like the tip of his nose. your eyes fell back to his jawline, and you caved. you pushed up on your toes, cold lips pressing against his lightly-stubbled jaw.

carlos was unmoving, but a smile curved the corners of his lips up. he willed himself to not look down at you again, not wanting you to stop.

you placed another kiss along his jawline, just as soft as the last, “thank you, amor.”

he couldn’t help it, head moving back so he could connect eyes with you. you repeat yourself, “thank you for taking care of me, especially when i’m being difficult like this.”

carlos smiled, “well, who else would take care of you if not me, yeah?”

you gave him a pointed look, and he chuckled, lips coming down to meet your forehead, “siempre y para siempre, amor. no hay nadie más que quiera cuidar que tú.” always and forever, love. no one else i'd want to look after more than you.

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moremaybank · 7 months

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jj being your sexy nurse 😵‍💫 / hope you feel better. i’ve sick all day today myself so i feel for you

-͟͟͞☆ jj taking care of you while you're sick...

warnings oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering

author's note this one's for us, harley my love. i hope you're feeling better too ♡︎

jj masterlist

JJ re-enters into your bedroom, his naked chest on display and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He's been your caretaker over the past couple days, dropping everything to help you out and looking damn good while doing so. If you had to be sick and babied, you didn't mind the eye candy that came along with it.

Holding a cold, damp washcloth in his hands, JJ lays it on your forehead once he reaches you. You nearly moan at the cooling sensation, your eyes fluttering closed as you let it soothe you.

"How's my girl holdin' up?" He asks, stroking your cheek gently. "Feelin' any better?"

You groan, dragging it out. "No. I feel like I wanna die."

He chuckles softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. "'M sorry, baby. There anythin' I can do?"

Your lips form into a pout. "Hold me?"

"Of course." JJ crawls into bed beside you, snuggling in close as his arm hooks over your waist. His thumb strokes the skin of your stomach over your (well, his) t-shirt. He kisses your shoulder, before nuzzling his way into the crook of your neck.

Your heart warms at his actions. The first day you started to feel ill, you warned him not to get too close. You didn't want him to catch whatever you had. There was no reason for you both to suffer. But he waved you off, saying that he wasn't going to go about his day knowing that you were in bed, moping and feeling like crap. He'd been waiting on you hand and foot, catering to your every need, big or small. This only made your love for him grow.

"Hey, baby?"

You turn toward him slightly. "Yeah?"

"I think I got a way to make you feel a lil' better. You mind if I try it out?" His hand ran down your waist to your hip, and then to your thigh where his fingers toyed with the flimsy hem of the t-shirt. Goosebumps rose onto your skin as he snuck his hand underneath the cotton material.

"Yeah, please."

JJ shuffled down the mattress, taking the blanket down with him as he situated himself between your legs. His palms spread your thighs, and he inched his face closer to your core. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your covered clit in a soothing manner. His thumb then replaced his lips, swirling circles onto you slowly, gently.

"I hate watching you like this, baby," he spoke, looking up at you. His free hand hooked around your right thigh, thick fingers massaging the plush flesh there. "Makes me so sad to see my girl in pain."

His lips dotted wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, before crossing over to repeat his actions on the other one. Your stomach flutters as he gets closer to your pussy, and you feel your arousal starting to seep through your panties.

JJ's mouth finds your cunt again, kissing and licking you softly over the thin fabric. You moan quietly, tilting your head downward to look at him. "J, please, baby."

"Shh," he coos, "you don't have to beg, babygirl. 'M gonna make you feel good, promise."

His hands leave your body for a moment, and he peels your underwear off and down your legs. He discards them, and settles between your thighs again. He brings his face to your now-bare pussy, licking through your folds. He swipes his tongue over your clit a few times, before bringing it between his lips. He sucks at it, humming against you as he sends vibrations through you.

"Oh, J," you breathe. Your fingers run through his soft hair, smoothing it away from his forehead as his skilled mouth works at you. "Feels so good."

JJ slides a finger into your entrance, letting it knead your walls as he continues his movements on your sensitive bud. You grow more wet as he works at you, your toes curling when you felt him slip another finger inside you. He pulls back from you, giving you a small yet triumphant smile.

"How's it goin' up there?" His fingers curl upward and he watches your eyes roll back as your head slumps against your pillow.

"Good, just— shit, keep going," you plead. "Put your mouth on me again, please."

"Whatever you want, princess."

JJ uses his tongue to flick at your clit rapidly, before he starts to suck at it again. He grins against your core when your hips start to gyrate and grind on his mouth. One hand then pushes your shirt up over your tits, and his fingers pinch and roll one of your nipples between them. He moves onto the other one, careful not to leave it out.

You feel your high starting to crest, and your hand clasps over the one JJ has on your breast. You give it a squeeze, letting him know that you're getting close. Sweat beads on your skin, and soon, you're clamping down on his fingers as your body convulses against the mattress. Your thighs squish JJ's head. He doesn't fall back, his hands and mouth unrelenting as you start to cum.

"Yes," you gasp, "yesyesyes. Please don't stop. Don't fucking stop, J."

He doesn't, letting you ride out your high as the waves overwhelm you. Once he feels you start to calm down, he draws back but keeps fingering you slowly. "I think it's safe to say that you're feeling better."

"Be quiet and do that again."

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Not my usual hc for Jake but thought about grinding up against him (or Goo) in the club a couple months ago and couldn't stop thinking about it since.

Jake Kim x Reader: In the club

G/N. Strangers to lover. VERY indulgent.

"It's...boring...in....here," a voice floats over your shoulder, reaching your ears despite the bass pumping through the club.

"Hey!" you snatch your phone to your chest. Seriously, who reads other people's messages? How rude!

Swivelling around, you come face to face with a black t-shirt stretched tight over broad chest muscles.

Huh.

Gaze slowly travelling up to see a sharp jaw, fading scar over his lips, another scar over the bridge of his nose...

To the most simultaneously resting-bitch-face and fuck-me bedroom eyes you've ever seen.

Fuck, this guy is gorgeous.

He can read all your goddamn messages if he wants.

Giving you a smile that is toothy and surprisingly more cute than sexy (although he is definitely not short on the latter), he leans into your ear and agrees.

"Yeah, it's pretty boring isn't it. I'm Jake. What's your name?"

Things get significantly less boring after that.

Sitting together in a booth, finding intimacy despite the sea of bodies. Like you're the only two people in the room.

Knees touching and close enough that you can feel the heat of Jake's leg pressed up against you.

Watching him sip on water, "Someone's gotta be responsible, you know?" and you clink his glass with your juice, "Same here."

Both stone cold sober, though still using the excuse of the loud music to get within touching distance.

Personal space all but abandoned. His ear so close to your lips that each time you talk, you resist the mad urge to nip him.

Jake points over and waves to a group of guys who cheer in unison when they notice him.

His friends, he tells you.

Explains it was someone called Brad that noticed Jake was interested in you and encouraged him to come over.

In turn, you signal over to a corner where the rest of your group are sitting.

Having arrived late, found you already happily occupied and giving you two some privacy.

It's odd.

This guy you just met could so easily veer into fuck boy territory. And really, you've met a lot of people that Jake Kim could almost be, but not quite.

Could easily be someone arrogant and smarmy. Too entitled and expecting.

Yet you sense the sincerity and earnestness in his words. You don't doubt anything he says is honest.

Even his winks, rather than making you scoff and cringe, causes you to blush and giggle like an idiot instead.

Without a drop of alcohol in his vein, Jake agrees to join you on the dancefloor with little fuss.

What can he say? The night is good, the music is great and you - you are something else. Initially just expecting a good time with the Big Deal boys, he now finds himself next to you and with a lot more than he bargained for.

And really, he hates that this feels like a cliche. Such a typical place for casual pickups but the more he talks to you, the more he likes.

So Jake lets himself get carried away by the flow of the night.

Head filled with very few thoughts except for how long it has been since he has let loose and how much he likes you.

If you thought you were close before, the crowded dance floor and beat of the music pushes you both ever closer.

Body pressed to his. Jake against your back. Teasing, sensual, steamy. Connected at the hip. Grinding in time together. Strong arms holding you around the waist.

His head over your shoulder, eyes half-lidded and lips almost meeting yours.

Almost closing the gap until there's nothing in between.

Breaths mingling together and almost tasting him on your tongue.

Almost.

Courage and a wildness grips you instead.

You change your mind; move past his lips, reach up on the tips of your toes and ask for something else.

You explain you're sober. In case there was any doubt. And you never do this. Ever.

...It just feels like a shame to cut the night short.

So you invite him back to yours.

Jake takes a moment to process your words. This really isn't his style but he truly doesn't want this night with you to end.

He says yes even as his cheeks flush with the implication.

He stays until the morning. Until you both wake up together.

Naked, ears still ringing and Jake's arms wrapped around you.

You look at him and realise the club lowlights and even the starlight on the walk home did this man very little justice.

He really is so very gorgeous. The scars do nothing to diminish his looks, adding only a rugged sexiness.

Jake feels your eyes on him, and his own flutter open. Blinking away the sleep and bleariness so he can focus on you.

Ah. There you are.

And he can't hold back the smile creeping over his face when he thinks back to last night.

When you were both lying side by side in the afterglow, after he had pulled his name from your lips over and over.

Thinks how instead of falling asleep right away you both talked and talked and talked. How eventually his lids became too heavy and he fell asleep with you in his arms.

"Morning," Jake grins.

"Morning," you grin back.

At your response, you are rewarded with a shy and bashful look.

"I don't really do one night stands..." he smiles sheepishly, peering at you beneath his long lashes.

So Jake Kim apologises for the topsy turvy way things have transpired. Tells you without prompt how much he likes you, repeats your words from last night that it would be a shame to cut this short.

Jake asks you on a date. Offers breakfast and coffee and to see where this goes.

...And of course you say yes.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fanfic #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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laundrybiscuits · 10 months

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“Yeah, I just told her to give them the cold shoulder. Don’t have to be mean or anything, just ignore ‘em a little. Play it cool. Drives girls crazy, ‘cause then they have to work to get your attention.”

Eddie stares at him.

“Holy shit, Buckley’s gonna die alone and it’s gonna be a hundred percent your fault. That is the worst fucking advice I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Steve actually looks offended, like his honor’s been impugned. “What the hell, man? I’ve picked up like a million girls that way. I’m telling you, it works.”

“Yeah, okay, now I’m seeing why my sage advice is required for this whole endeavor. That kind of thing might fly if you’re some alpha dog prom king, but lesbians are like…giant pandas or some shit, okay? The conditions have to be precisely calibrated or they’ll just hibernate in a cave by themselves eating bamboo forever.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” says Steve.

Eddie shrugs. “Whatever, I’m not a panda scientist. The point is…okay, let’s do a thought experiment.” Oh, this is a bad, bad idea. The Munson specialty. “Say you wanted to get a guy interested in you. How would you do it?”

“I’d just—” Steve stops, frowning. “I mean, girls usually just…laugh at guys’ jokes and stuff. Or wear, like, makeup?”

“How are you so awful at this,” says Eddie. “Jesus. I swear to god I remember you doing better with girls at school. Anyway, I didn’t ask what girls do, I asked what you’d do.”

“Shit, I don’t know. Isn’t that why I’m here?” Steve’s getting a little huffy, fidgeting. “I’d just…find a way to hang out with the guy, I guess. Laugh at his dumb jokes.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie says patiently. “But that’s what you do with friends too, right? And when you’re walking a perilous path far from the bright streets of heterosexuality, you probably don’t want to risk being too obvious, in case you’re wrong. So you gotta just…give them an opening to let them, like, signal if they’re interested. If they’re looking for a sign, they’ll take it.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ok, but what if they’re not interested yet? Like…sometimes girls take a while to warm up to you.”

“Cut your losses and move on.” Admittedly, Eddie’s still working on that part.

“What? Man, I’m starting to think you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eddie scowls at the skeptical look on Steve’s face. “Jesus, the disrespect. Why am I not telling this directly to Buckley, anyway? She’s the one in need of these hard-earned pearls of gay wisdom.”

Steve lets out a big, gusty sigh and tips his head back against the couch. “Because she said if I tried to give her any more help with dating, she’d smother me in my sleep and pin it on Dustin.”

“Attagirl,” says Eddie approvingly.

“But obviously she still needs help, so this is like—a stealth mission. For love.”

“For love,” says Eddie. “Yeah, okay.”

———

“Hey, can you—”

Robin whirls around at the unexpected voice and promptly trips over nothing at all, arms flailing out to avoid crashing into the library returns cart.

“Oh, shit,” says the stranger, reaching out a hand like she’s going to catch Robin’s elbow, but pulling back at the last second. “Um. Sorry.”

Robin blinks down at a girl in head-to-toe black, including dusty black combat boots. “Aren’t you hot,” she says, then wants to die. “I mean—like, just, with the heat and all, it’s a billion degrees out, I think if I tried to wear that much black I’d instantly dissolve like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

The girl stares back at her for a second, then bursts out laughing. It’s a nice laugh.

“As if. I’m from Utah, this is nothing.”

“Oh! Utah! You’re not—are you, uh, Argyle’s girlfriend?” The way Argyle’d described her, Robin had been picturing some kind of Elvira-themed ingenue in lace, maybe smoking like a 1920s flapper. This makes more sense for a real-life teenager, though: oversized t-shirt tucked into ratty black jeans, with some cheap-looking silver jewelry tied around her neck. Her eyeliner’s heavier than anything Robin’s ever seen in Hawkins, smudging messily a little in the heat that’s apparently nothing to her. It makes her look a little bit like a panda bear, but not in a bad way.

“Not anymore.” She grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds mean. We’re, y’know, still friends and everything. I’m Eden.”

“Robin,” says Robin, gesturing at herself like a loser. “Hi.”

“Hi,” says Eden, and smiles at her.

#soooo I actually wrote most of this before it became acutely ironic for me specifically #ik I'm vagueing a little but uhh yeah there have been some positive but VERY unexpected developments in my personal life #and originally I was going to apologize for the panda+lesbian slander but yknow what? I stand by it #really need to figure out a tag for this series tho #as always: I do try to keep everything updated/organized on my directory page!#fic: somewhere sometime somehow

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munsonsgirl71 · 2 years

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Stay With Me

Summary: Late night talk leads to big life changes.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Female reader. Oral (f and m receiving), throat/face fucking, hurt/comfort, fluff.

"Stop it." Eddie croaked as he pulled your finger out of his nose, his sleepy eyes narrowed into slits and his forehead creased. "What on earth are you doing?"

"I can't sleep." You whispered with a sigh as your mouth tipped into a small, sad smile. The dim glow of the TV wasn't bright enough for him to see it fully but he knew it was there, he could hear it in your voice.

"So you decided to wake me up by putting your finger in my nose?" He chuckled as he laid your balled up fist against his chest and rolled his head towards you a little more. "What's on your mind, baby?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow." You murmured as you laid your hand flat against his warm, pale skin causing the muscles to twitch under your cold fingers. "And I don't want to."

"But you have to." He shifted in bed, pulling up his right arm and inviting you to cuddle into his side. Your head laid on his shoulder and your leg hooked around his thigh as he pulled you in closer. "You start your new job in three weeks and you haven't even moved into your apartment yet."

"That's why I don't want to go." Your voice was barely above a whisper but it still cracked. Tears stung your eyes as you burrowed further into his side; further into your comfort zone, further into the only place you truly wanted to be. "I'm scared, Teddy. I'm so scared."

“Oh, baby girl." He cooed as he squeezed your shoulders and rubbed the arm that was resting against his chest. He knew this was coming and he'd been waiting for it for months. You'd been playing it off, telling everyone how you couldn't wait to move to Dallas and start your new job but he knew better. He knew you had been lying. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on in the beautiful head of yours, hmm?"

"I'm terrified of leaving home, of leaving my family and my friends. I've lived in this same small town with the same people and the same places since the day I was born. Everyone here knows me and I know them. And now I'm just supposed to go off to some big city full of people and places I don't know?" Tears started rolling down your cheeks and onto his shoulder as you shook your head. "What if I don't fit in there? What if no one likes me? What if I fail?"

"You are not going to fail." He shook his head as he shifted back a little so he could see your face. "I know you're scared but you have nothing to worry about. You just go show them the amazing girl I know and I promise they'll love you. Just like I do. And always remember that I'm right here. I've got your back, baby. Always."

"I know." You smiled as you used your toes to push up on the mattress and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

"Of course." His hand ran up your arm and down your back to the swell of your ass where he squeezed and pulled you over to lay on his chest. You pressed your lips back to his as your hands wrapped around his neck and dove into his long, dark hair. The hand on your ass slid under the fabric of his T-shirt that you were wearing to play along the waistband of your shorts as your teeth nipped at his bottom lip. His hand flattened against the small of your back and he shifted, rolling you both over so he was on top as your legs parted and he settled in between your thighs.

Warm, wet kisses moved from your lips across your jaw and down the left side of your neck where he stopped at your collar bone and began to nip at your soft skin. A soft sigh escaped you as his calloused fingers skirted up your sides and rested just below your breasts setting your skin on fire. He switched sides and bit down hard at the juncture of your neck and right shoulder just as his thumbs started to circle your nipples.

You had never been comfortable with your body and you always hated having sex with your past boyfriends. You had rules, very strict rules, and they never faltered. The lights had to be off, you had to be under the blankets, your shirt and bra had to stay on, and they couldn't touch your stomach or your thighs or your breasts. Sex was always more anxiety inducing than enjoyable for you and you always wanted it to be over with quickly. Until you met Eddie. He had broken down almost all of your walls and was slowly breaking down the rest of them. Something in the way he looked at you, like you were the only girl in the world, had changed the way you looked at yourself. You still weren't happy with your body, not completely, but you loved having sex with him. And it was more than just enjoyable now.

As he pulled away from your neck with his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts you stole a glance at the big brown eyes you had fallen for. They were dark now, filled with that lustful look you craved, as he licked his lips and threw your bottoms to the floor. Your shirt followed quickly behind as he shifted down the bed and grabbed your thighs, pulling and spreading you open as he laid flat on his stomach.

"Jesus Christ." You groaned as he pulled his long, thick tongue up your heated core and sucked your clit into his mouth. His arm came up and locked over your hips, holding you down, as his tongue lapped at you. A whimper left your lips as both of your hands wrapped around his arm and your nails dug into his skin. The feel of his tongue moving inside you and the fact that he had you pinned to the bed was all too much. As good as it felt and as much as you wanted it to last you were losing your fight to hold back any longer. Your hips bucked off the bed as he shifted and slowly slid a single finger between your velvet folds, pumping slowly and hitting just the right spot.

As a second finger was added your body convulsed and started writhing beneath his arm as best it could. Soft moans and quiet pleas were leaving your lips as your nails dug in further and broke through the skin of his arm. The sounds you were making and the way your body was responding to him fueled him to move faster. He sucked your clit harder as he added another finger and your breath caught. He hummed around you as your hips bucked again and a soft scream escaped. He could feel your walls begin to clench around him and he knew you were close. Replacing his mouth with his thumb on your clit he circled fast as he kissed his way up your stomach to your neck and back to your lips. Caught in a searing kiss where the taste of his tongue mixed with you on your lips he continued to pump his fingers hard and fast. He laced the fingers of his free hand with yours just as your stomach tightened and your orgasm milked his fingers. Biting into his bottom lip a scream left your throat and your hand squeezed his as your body exploded. Waves of pleasure coursed through you as he slowly stopped his movements and gently slid his fingers from your warmth. He placed light, fluttering kisses all around your lips as you fought to catch your breath and your eyes blinked open.

"I. Hate. You. So. Much." You breathed out as you locked in on his sparkling eyes and bright smile. "You've completely ruined me for other men."

"I know." He smirked. He kissed the tip of your nose while he hovered over you, both hands flat on the bed over your shoulders, arms fully extended, his hips rocking back and forth slowly. You could feel his hard cock caressing your bare skin and it made your heart beat faster with anticipation. "I'm the last man you'll ever be with so it doesn't bother me in the slightest."

"You're absolutely right." You nodded, your face serious, as you moved your hands up to wrap around his tattooed forearms. "The rest of my sexual relationships will have to be with women because you've completely ruined me."

"Well lesbians are pretty good at eating p..."

"Don't you dare!" You yelled as your hand came up and slapped over his mouth to keep him from continuing that sentence. "Do not say that word to me. I will kick you in the dick and you're in the perfect position to make it easy for me." You pulled your knee up to brush over the bulge in his briefs and his eyebrows shot up. "See? Don't tempt me."

"Oh baby," He smiled as he removed your hand from over his mouth, "kicking me in the dick would hurt you more than it would hurt me. You need my cock more than I do."

"Does that mean you're going to give it to me or are you just going to continue being mean to me?" You pouted as you looked up at him from under your lashes. "Because I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't see you for six months. That means you won't be having sex for six months. Six months, Teddy!"

"I've lost my hard on with all your talking..." He laughed as he dropped all of his weight on you and kissed your lips with a hard smack. "See what you've done?"

"Oh baby," you smirked as your hand ran down the side of his face, "I can fix that."

"Can you now?" He raised his eyebrows and you nodded your head. "Well are you going to or are you just going to continue being mean to me?"

"Oh bite me, Munson!" You sneered as you shoved his head to the side and rolled your eyes. His lips connected with your shoulder making you think he was going to kiss you when all the sudden the sharp edge of his teeth sank into your skin. "EDWARD!" You yelled as you hit the back of his head. "Did you seriously just bite me?"

"You told me too." He frowned as he pulled his puppy dog eyes up to yours.

"It's an expression! I didn't mean for you to actually bite me!" You shook your head as you pulled your eyebrows together and his lips cracked into a wide smile. "Oh you are such an asshole!"

"You love me." He laughed, leaning in and trying to kiss you but you kept your lips pressed together tightly. "Come on, baby girl." He whispered as he kissed the left side of your mouth. "Kiss me." Then the right side. "You know you want to." The skin between your nose and top lip. "I love you." Your chin. "I love you so much." The left side of your jaw. "Baby, please." The right side. "Baaaaaabbbbbbbyyyyyyyy." He whined as he went in for the kill. There was one spot on the right side of your neck just behind your ear that could melt you into a puddle in two-seconds flat. Soft, warm lips barely brushed it and your skin erupted into goosebumps as you tried to wiggle away from him. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue flicked over the spot, melting you into the sheets as a moan slipped out from between your lips. "There she is." He smiled as he laid a full, wet kiss against your skin. "There's my beautiful girl."

"Eds, please." You whimpered as the heavy feeling of desire sank in your belly.

"Please what, baby?" He teased with another kiss against your neck. "Tell me what you want."

"You." You breathed out as his head pulled up and you were met with those lust darkened eyes again. "Just you."

He gave you one more quick kiss before he popped up and slid backwards off the bed. His eyes never left you as you pushed up on your elbows watching as he slid his briefs over his hips and kicked them to the floor. His thick, beautiful cock sprang free against his pudgy stomach and your mouth began to water as you anticipated the feeling of the soft flesh sliding between your lips.

"Move up, princess." He nodded towards the headboard as he crawled onto the bed and you scampered backwards until your head hit the pillows. He moved over you and knelt to straddle your shoulders, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips, his precum dripping onto your chin. "Open." He demanded softly as he parted your lips with his thumb and opened your mouth wide. He pushed his hips forward, sliding into your mouth too slowly for you before he pulled out and then snapped forward, hitting the back of your throat. A moan rumbled around him as your eyes met his and he pulled out only to snap back again. “Suck." He growled. "Suck my cock."

Your lips wrapped around him creating a suction as he grabbed the top of the headboard, leaning over you and thrusting his cock into your mouth. You loved this dominating side of him and you were so turned on that you were writhing beneath him as the muscles in his stomach tensed and relaxed with his thrust.

"Swirl." He grunted and you obliged, sucking and swirling your tongue around his cock at the same time. He moaned as the tip of your tongue hit the v on the underside of his tip and his hips bucked hard into your mouth. "Good girl." He smiled down at you with fire in his eyes. "So fucking good, baby."

Another moan sounded around him as his thrusts became erratic and you knew he was getting close. Your hands came up to the back of his thighs and squeezed, pushing him deeper down your throat. As he hit the back of your throat your muscles tightened around the tip of his cock and he growled as he hit the headboard hard.

"Do it again." He pushed his hips forward holding his cock at the back of your throat as you swallowed again and massaged his thighs as he jerked forward. "Again." You swallowed again and the resistance to hold off his release was crumbling. "I was gonna wait till I was inside you to cum but your mouth feels too fucking good. I'm going to fuck your mouth hard and fast. Are you ready?”

You swallowed again as he hit the back of your throat and a low growl escaped his chest. Your nails dug into the skin of his ass as he pumped harder and faster, hitting the back of your throat every time. You felt his whole body tense seconds before his hips stilled. You swallowed around him one last time and he released. His warm cum spilled into your mouth and throat as he used every muscle in his body to keep from collapsing onto your face. He pulled himself out of your mouth slowly and you wiggled out from under his hips. He collapsed onto the bed when you moved and you flipped around to straddle his hips. Your hands ran up and down his back as you massaged his muscles softly. He pulled the pillows from beneath his stomach and threw them to the head of the bed as he looked over his shoulder, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You nodded slowly as your fingers kneaded at the tense muscles of his shoulders. “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”

“What?” He pushed himself up on his forearms and turned to face you as best as he could. “No, baby. You’re not making a mistake. Why would you ask that?”

“I’m leaving you, Eddie. Moving to a brand new city that I’ve never stepped foot in and for what? A job I could get in Indy? I just… I don't know.”

“Lift up.” He nudged your knee with his elbow and you lifted your hips to give him enough room to turn over before you settled back down on his thighs. He sat up and grabbed your face in both of his hands, brown eyes boring into yours in the dim light of the room. “Talk to me. What’s up? Where is this coming from?”

“I don't want to go. I don’t want to do this.” Your tone was so matter of fact he knew you meant it the second the words hit his ears. “I’m not going.”

“Baby,” he sighed as he pulled you in and placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Is this because you’re scared?”

“No.” You shook your head as you let your forehead rest against his. “It’s because I don’t want to leave you. And before you say anything, Edward, you are not holding me back. I’ve thought about this. I’ve been thinking about this and I just… I just made up my mind. I’m not going.”

“If that is truly what you want, then I will support your decision.”

“But…” You prodded knowing that he had more to say as you pulled back to look at his handsome face.

“No buts.” He lied as his hands moved from your face to your neck, thumbs brushing back and forth across your jaw. “I support you, whatever you wanna do. You wanna stay? Great. You wanna go? I don’t like it but go. I love you and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are happy. And if going to Dallas and taking this job is going to make you unhappy then don’t go.”

“I know you’re biting your tongue.” You smiled at him with watery eyes as your fingers wrapped around his wrists and pulled his hands into your lap. “Say it.”

“I think it’s a mistake if you don’t go.” His voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at your joined hands. “This is an incredible opportunity for you. And I know you don’t want to leave Hawkins, don’t want to leave your friends, don't want to leave me and I get it. I do. Those feelings are valid. But, sweetheart, you have worked your entire life for this. And Hawkins will be here, your friends will be here. I will always be here.”

“Exactly.” You mumbled and his eyebrows shot up. “You will always be here. Not there. Not with me. You can’t leave Wayne or the band or the kids. Your life is here. It makes no sense for me to go and make a life there when I will ultimately end up back here.”

“That’s a valid point.” He agreed as he squeezed your hands in his. “But who says I can't leave?”

“What?”

“Baby, I would follow you into Mordor if you asked me to. I love you and I want to build a life with you whether that's here or Dallas or fucking Timbuctoo. Whatever you want.”

“I want to stay here.”

“Then stay.” He smiled brightly as he leaned in and kissed you softly, slowly. “Stay with me.”

“Will you marry me?” The words were spilling out of your lips before you could even process them and his eyes went wider than you ever thought possible as his jaw hit the floor. “Please? Will you marry me, Eddie?”

“Open the nightstand.” He motioned towards the bedside table with his hand and you were scrambling off his lap as you reached over and pulled the drawer open. Hidden under an old Heavy Metal magazine was a black velvet box that made your heart flip into your stomach as you took it in your hands and turned to look back at him. “I was going to propose the night you told me about the job.”

“You were?” You felt the familiar sting of tears in your eyes as he took the box from your hand and popped it open. Nestled against the silk lining was a small diamond wrapped in a thin wire. The tears finally spilled over as you looked between the ring and his eyes that were looking at you with every ounce of love he felt for you. “Eddie, I… I…”

“It’s guitar strings.” He smiled as he took the ring out of the box and grabbed your left hand, sliding the ring down your finger before he placed a kiss over top of it. “I saw it in that little vintage store downtown and I knew you had to have it.”

“Can you ask me now?”

“Will you grant me the absolute honor of allowing me to become your husband?”

“A thousand times, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

A/N: The ring (via Pinterest)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #reader x eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fandom

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slippinninque · 4 months

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Winter With Fontaine

The feeling of your finger tips dusting cinnamon and sugar away from his lips is just as addictive as all the sweets you make. He also takes his baking assistant duties very seriously, everything must be tasted.

Despite the chill that overtook most during the winter season, he was shocked to see you get a near boost from it.

He loves the excuse to put his cold hands beneath your big-ass sweaters, holding onto you as you squirm and squeal.

Helping you deliver scarves, hats, and socks that you've begun knitting/gathering up to those who need them. Fontaine discovered that he likes giving gifts to the elderly the most.

Winter used to be bad for him. Cooped up in his darkened home, kept at bay from his only family by a single door. Cold from the drafts he never bothered to fix. Now he is excited because your home has become a winter time oasis, filled with warmth and new beginnings.

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He woke to the feeling of your icy little feet sliding back into bed. He tucked closer, pressing his face against the softness of your breasts and inhaling the warm vanilla. He curled up and around you, throwing a leg over for good measure.

"Who said you could leave the bed?" He could feel you laughing as your arms came around him, "You took my heat, woman."

Your answer was to pepper his face with slow, soft kisses until the frown on his face turned into a sleepy pout.

In this little wonderful space of calm, the sounds of rain and wind dancing outside his window, Fontaine hoped you knew he loved you before slipping back into sleep beneath your lips.

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"You're still laughing."

"I have been sitting here in literal silence."

"I see it in your eyes."

A snicker rocketed out of Fontaine's mouth and your whined, trying to move away from where he was so tenderly disinfecting your knees.

"Don't be like that, I fell too, baby!"

"Yeah, 'cause yo' ass was laughing so hard at me!"

There you were, trying to mind your business and be a good girlfriend to take out the trash! Then an ice patch purposefully formed right in front of your trash can.

One minute you were admiring the frosted branches, the next you were on your stomach Family Guy Style both of your knees on fire. Before you could clear your dizzy, you heard a terrible yelp and the ground near you shook as the love of your life slipped and fell right onto his ass.

And here he was again, laughing again in your face. You tried to repress the urge, but the memory of seeing Fontaine lift his head and look around as if he were pushed...

You curled in on yourself, holding in your snickers as best as you could.

"I should be the one up on the sink, g'damnit. Fell all on by back an' shit, trying to make sure yo' lil' ass was okay." Fontaine shook his head and went back to dabbing your knees.

"You did fall kinda hard, didn't you?" You straightened back up with a sigh, "How fast were you walking down the stairs, anyhow? You should know better when it's icy like that."

Fontaine's head tilted to the side and he stared up at you so miffed that you lost it again. He slapped on the band-aids and began packing up the first aid kit, only adding to your amusement.

"My black ass was only out there 'case someone just had to take out the trash! What do I tell you?"

After tossing the first-aid kit beneath the sink, he put his hands on either side of you. All trace of humor has left his face and to anyone else, he would have appeared thunderous.

You hopped off the sink to go toe-to-toe with him, wearing your own sneer.

"I couldn't leave it, I was the last one to stuff something in it!"

"What do I tell you, woman?"

Fontaine was now nose to nose with you. The sudden eye contact was going to trigger your giggle and the fucker knew that was the only way he could win.

"You claim...that bad things happen when I take out the trash."

"You got chased twice. By the same racoon, mind you."

You took a deep breath to extinguish your laugh, hiding your smile behind a dramatic frown.

"Way to bring up my trauma. Why don't ya just tell me to stay in the kitchen and make sandwiches while you're at it?!"

Fontaine's expression rippled, you nearly had him, "Women ain't supposed to take out the trash, I been told you that. It's bad luck!"

Your expression slipped at his theatrics and you couldn't catch it. Fontaine broke quickly after with a snort. Your own chuckles flowed out and you eventually admitted,

"I was scared of that raccoon, though. That's why I only take the trash out in the daytime now."

Ever the gentleman, Fontaine turned away but you could still see the bastard's shoulders trembling in the mirror.

"Baby, if you could have heard the-the way you said--

You already knew what he was going to bring up your panicked cry of old and you confirmed,

"It came straight at me!"

Fontaine laughed. Folding over you so you both leaned against the sink. You laughing into his crewneck, unable to stop yourself from hugging him. If he laughed like this every day, you'd get chased down by every raccoon in the Glen

In there, that small upstairs bathroom with the loose tile, with the snow falling steadily on the world outside, you understood devotion.

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Together you sat on the front porch of your home. It was getting rather chilly, but Junebug insisted that you 'witness greatness'.

"Our block's kids got winter beef with the kids a few blocks over, 'specially with Maeve's boys." You explained to Fontaine who only got up to make more hot chocolate.

It was rather great, though. Once school was let out, it was like a great battle of old. Next Block Kids vs. June n' Da Gang. Snowballs and kiddie curses went flying, but by the time Fontaine returned with enough hot chocolate for a hockey team--a truce was reached.

You passed out the mugs together, enjoying the sounds of the tired but delighted little warriors that defended your home turf. Fontaine tucked you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He looked as happy as you felt, watching as one of Junebug's friends gleefully broke the peace treaty by shoving snow down one of Maeve's boys pants.

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end notes: thank you for reading! I needed to get this out to make room for my other fics lmao.

Tell me what you think! (More to come? 🫣)

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running-with-kn1ves · 5 months

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Soooo since you asked for comfy requests, my comfort character of yours is Cirdan, and I would love covering his scars with little kisses and telling him how handsome he is cause I know dude has to be insecure about that and he would combust on spot

I know its cliché but I enjoy simple pleasures

A/N: Naur I love the little(big) elf guy and the softness of this idea. I wish I did it more detailed justice but here's my drabble take. UGHH I LOVEd how sweet it was it makes me all gushy inside.

CW: None! Fluff and comfort all the way through buddy

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“You don’t have to be alone, you know.” Ice-tipped toes of yours brushed the wood panels lining the floor, an electric chill running down your back as the wind from the slightly ajar window perused inside. Your husband always liked it cold, but lately you couldn’t stand it. It was getting too cold outside. Maybe it was because you grew up in suffocatingly warm homes with seasons that hardly shifted, you didn’t have the ability to stand below freezing temperatures like elves did year-round.

Cirdan gently turned his head at your voice, softening his pursed brow as he saw you there shrinking into yourself, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. It didn’t help that all you had to wear were these thin cotton pajamas, white and hip-fitting to show the color of your skin underneath when put under the right light. It made him gaze at you, when all that illuminated the shared bedroom was muted-orange oil lamps and the shine of the moon decorating the floor in a thin silver. It was strange, to be stared at. There was a certain sadness in the elf’s eyes, but it seemed to morph into a relief when that greyish green bore into you, taking in all that you were, only to run back to your eyes and give the softest stare.

You walked to him as he gave a short, croaky hum. “Just cleaning these. Already finished up dinner.” He said simply, in that short way he always seemed to speak when he was down.

You looked over his shoulder to see what he concentrated so painfully on, peering at the delicate pair of battle sickles he hasn’t used since… well, before you got married.

You put a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, musing at the thin and thick pinkish-brown scars along his back.

“I don’t know how you can wear nothing in this weather.” You say with a shiver, sitting down on the spot directly behind the elf.

You practically heard him smile, head still down-turned to look at the sharp steel between the tan cloth he used to rub against them. Your fingers traced the scars you could touch, the long one crossing over his shoulder, the thick few stuck between the blades of his back, which seemed to twitch methodically under your touch.

“S’because you aren’t used to the cold. We sleep in the snow.” Cirdan hummed, “we” meaning his old elven clan.

He grabbed your hand all of a frightful sudden, placing it on the clean and untouched part of his neck not covered by starlight hair or scars. It was so soft and gentle, one of the few places Cirdan had yet to be wounded.

“Hm?” You let through closed lips, sitting on your knees to bring your face up close to his from behind. “Don’t want me touching your cuts?”

“Scars,” He corrected, like it was an ugly word. “Wouldn’t you rather feel something soft?”

He turned just slightly to look at you, eyes shifting to see your face only a nose touch away. Your hands rested on his warm shoulders, feeling them lift just slightly as his chest rose.

“Nope.” You respond, nudging against Cirdan’s temple as you nuzzled into his hair and flattened ear rim. “I’d rather feel you. Wanna memorize every scar and stitch.”

Your hands slide to his back, feeling the ridges of indents in his skin as they fall. “Mmh, its fun to touch them; you don’t feel like anyone else.”

You soak in the warm that pulses from his body, a different heat from the sharp sheets and iced floor. He smelled akin to the grassy scent that whaffed in from the window, a slight musk about him that came from his body glazing over with its natural smell after a bath had rubbed it off not long ago. Oh how you loved it, loved how flesh-like it was, reminding you that there was a living, breathing person by your side, his heart beating through his back and his body altering at every new spot you claimed with your fingers.

Cirdan stopped from cleaning the sickle blades, shoulders hunched as his elbows rested on his knees. He was silent, moping a little over how much you stared, a nagging thought making him want to put his shirt back on.

You snaked your arms around to the front of his chest, giving the best reach of a back hug that you could, bringing your legs to wrap around his warm flank. Your cold feel seemed to make him jolt as you clung onto him like a baby to its mama, burying your face against the deep indent of his shoulder.

“But, wouldn’t you rather--”

“Shh.” You hushed, fingers brushing over the invisible scars from his chest that you could only memorize by touch. “If you keep worrying I’m going to have to kiss each and every scratch on you.”

You pressed noisy smooches to the teensy bits on his shoulder, running your way to his bicep and armpit, showing no sign of stopping.

“Alright alright,” He tittered, putting a hand over one of yours that cupped his chest.

Your fingers rubbed over each single change in flesh, feeling the softer ridges of his nipples, running to the dip of his chest, caressing the deep uneven ‘X’ scar against his collar bone.

“Don’t ever try to change them for me, pretty boy.” You mumbled to his ear, playfully kissing from its tip down to his cheek. “I want your scars and your bits and pieces just how they are. I want all of it.”

You rested your smooshed face against his sharp jaw, letting it dig into your cheek as you kept your nose nearly nestled under his chin.

Cirdan was still, an arm grabbing one of the thighs that wrapped around him, the other entertwining his fingers with the hands that held the fat of his chest. He feared if he moved, the moment would break, that you would suddenly pull away and be gone forever. He wanted desperately to push you deeper against him, to make it so you were both smothered with his warmth, that he enveloped every part of your body to keep it safe. There would be no piece of you undiscovered, and you would fill in the gaps of him that were missing.

“What do you do to me…” He mumbles, hoping you’ll lift your head as he turns his. You do, curious. But he looks partially down, a faded eye following his good one as silver-toned lashes made his honey-soaked eyes look like they were covered with snow.

Cirdan doesn’t let the time slip away from him, pressing his warmed lips against yours with an inward tilt. His nose fits snuggly against the side of yours, forehead pushing forward as you lean into him. The elf drops the sickles to the floor, aside from his bare feet.

He wraps the fullness of his hand around your thigh, trying to smush it deeper against his skin. But the break away from your mouth is too long for him, he moves in again. The longing in his chest he feels, when he senses that desperation to kiss you, a genuine ache of withdrawal when he doesn’t feel that cold cheek against his or the dampened warmth of your tongue.

But you avoid his lips, slipping away the hand of yours that he held to his chest. You rested it to his temple, thumb against his cheek. As cirdan moved in expecting your lips, he found your chin instead, your own mouth covering the usually hidden eye he kept away. You wished he had the confidence to leave it visible; baby steps.

The warm wet poke of a tongue darted between fleshy lips against your chin and jaw, your own mouth opening just slightly. You felt the warm cavern of his eye, eyelashes touching your upper lip as your open mouth pressed a deep kiss to his blind eye, Cirdan freezing as you moved. You lingered there for a moment, pausing to give another gently pressing kiss to the scarred skin below his eye.

You moved away, a bit nervous from how Cirdan’s body was suddenly so stiff. But the moment you moved away, he melted. His shoulders slumped looking up at you with slightly parted lips. He was at your mercy, anything you told him or commanded of him, he’d do without a thought of conscience or hesitation.

There was a gentle drugged look in his gaze, desperate for any little affection you would so graciously bestow upon him.

“So beautiful…” You hummed, looking into the droopy pool of smoke-green he stared back with.

If it was possible, the elf sinked even further into your touch, letting your hands hold his firm cheeks as you planted small kiss after kiss onto the bridge of his nose, to the corner of his stilled lips. But he could not take staying still for so much longer, diving for your moving mouth as you were about to kiss the other side. But he caught you in a smooth mouth to mouth, opened lips begging you to come to him.

You followed, letting your jaw go slack, allowing cirdan’s mouth to fit snuggly against yours, like a puzzle piece of warm air breathing into you.

Your fingers tangled into the elf’s hair that seemed to surround him, listening to the needy groans that left his adored mouth as both his hands held your thighs around his flank, flexing his fingers into your skin like a cat, wanting you deeper, closer. But for now, he’d settle for this, letting you agonizingly sweeten him up with each syrupy kiss and touch that was like a buzzing pleasure, making his heart lurch with desire.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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(not sure if im doing this right so if not please correct me </3)

id love to see anything you can think of with steve and prompt 5 from the kisses prompt list (morning kisses)- i have no further clue than that but the idea of morning kisses with a sleep mused, lazy steve melts me so 🥺

(but please don’t feel any pressure to keep churning stuff out after the amazing camp au, take your time to relax and recoup, you deserve it!! <3)

Sleepy Steeb! 🥹 (and you’re so kind my lovely, thank you thank you 🧡)

Sleepy Steve was one of your favourite versions of the boy.

Especially when he’d wander downstairs a little later than you did, woken up by the empty space beside him. He wouldn’t let the pout fall from his face until he found you, usually in his kitchen, body bare underneath one of his too big shirts and busying yourself with his parents fancy coffee machine.

You’d hear him before you saw him, bare feet slapping on the wooden floor, the soft yawn coming from the stairs. He was always a sight for sore eyes, bare chested and a pair of sweats that you knew he’d only just pulled on, the waistband slung low on his hips, tanned skin and freckles on show across the expanse of his back.

His hair was a riot in the morning, soft and sleep mussed, sticking in every which way, usually from your grabby hands the night before. Steve had a pillow crease on his right cheek, gold rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his eyes still unfocused and lined with whatever dream he had been having.

The boy announced his entrance by pressing himself up against you, his chest to your back and his arms wrapped tight around your waist. He was still warm from bed, a happy hum in the back of his throat as he nosed your hair out of his way and latched his mouth to the side of your neck.

He smelled like mint toothpaste and laundry detergent, leftover cologne and home.

“Hey handsome,” you greeted, head tilted back for him, resting on his shoulder so Steve could press kiss after kiss on the slope of your skin.

His hands were warm on your sides, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist and his happy little sounds made you want to drag him back to bed. But the smell of coffee was a reminder of the jobs you both had to go to.

You turned anyways, spinning in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck, fingers delving into the mess of his hair like you couldn’t stand not to be touching him.

“Mornin’ baby,” Steve mumbled, still soft with sleep, voice rough enough to make you shiver. “Coffee?” he asked.

“Almost ready,” you told him, your nose rubbing at the tip of his own and eventually you gave in, tilting your head for him so he could lean down and kiss you properly.

Another hum, the prettiest sounds from him, just for you, and it made you push onto your toes, the kitchen tiles cold under your feet but you chased the warmth from your boyfriend’s body. He grinned at your insistence, mouth on his, your bottom lip slotted between his own. Steve teased, grazing a kiss over you, never quite giving you what you wanted.

You huffed, ready to turn your attention back to the coffee machine that was beeping impatiently at you but Steve hauled you back up against him, not leaving any space between your bodies. His hand on your cheek and his thumb at the corner of your mouth coaxed you open for him, a kiss that had you both feeling so much more awake than you were.

“Don’t wanna go to work,” he whispered into you, a secret pressed onto your lips. “Wanna stay wi’you.”

You huffed, a sad noise, eyes still closed, forehead pressed to the boy’s. You swayed with him, still pressed against Steve and the countertop, the coffee going cold behind you.

“Wanna stay with you too,” your voice was sticky soft for him, like honey in tea. “Miss you when you’re at work. It’s awful, disgusting, really.”

Steve grinned and bent down to you again, your back arching a little as he pressed into you, another warm, lazy kiss, a reward for your sweetness.

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