#be gentle with me I JUST got my computer back lmao
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"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch.
"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into his annual “anti-valentines day” rant.
Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.
Directly in front of Patrick.
As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school.
Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his.
He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.”
A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted.
Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list.
Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out.
"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder.
A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.
Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it.
"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once."
Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans.
If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…
That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day.
("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"
He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts.
"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”
Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first.
“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned.
"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.
Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"
Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit.
Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute.
Not in the way he used to.
"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer."
Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy.
Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry.
He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.
Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental.
“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.
Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well.
It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful.
“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.”
“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”
There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.
Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information.
“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )
"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present. “I bet none of you even enjoy it!”
"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”
Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.
Except his team had already proven they didn’t.
Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was.
They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.
He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted.
Emphasis on ‘if.’
Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much.
So said Carol, anyway.
"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!"
Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved.
Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)
Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.
Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore.
It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction.
Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself.
(Like that had ever been a good idea.)
“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!”
Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice.
Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it.
The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit?
It wasn’t Tommy’s style.
It was Hargrove’s.
(That was its own growing issue.
The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy.
How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to.
That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.”
Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.)
“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!”
Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards.
“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!”
Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control.
All he wanted to do was go home.
Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else.
He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.
…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve.
“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”
He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul.
“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.”
The world stopped.
This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off.
(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.)
Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him.
Just as the entire cafeteria was.
The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson.
With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.
With his so called friends, with the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.
He was over it.
If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.
(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)
“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it.
He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down.
“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.
“Shut up.” He snapped.
Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.
King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up.
“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”
“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him.
“For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”
Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.
He didn’t need to. Had never needed to.
“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”
In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball.
“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”
Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet.
Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time.
Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.
Presently?
He just felt tired.
“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.
The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them.
Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway.
Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.
“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks.
They were ignored.
Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up.
“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm. “You’re not fucking better than any of us!”
Steve didn’t even look back.
"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.”
Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight.
xXx
He didn’t want to go home.
Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.
Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.
All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang.
So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year.
Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new.
Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…
He did not.
It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday.
Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech.
So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered.
Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.
At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson.
Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned.
“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.”
Steve just stared at him.
“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.”
Or any day, for the foreseeable future.
“Yeah no--I, I got that. I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.”
“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time.
Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say.
“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.
Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track.
“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.”
He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately.
“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what.
Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into.
Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both.
Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed.
“I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere.
"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"
Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!”
Then immediately;
“Actually yes, but--”
Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough.
“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right."
“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either.
Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station.
"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions.
“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!”
“Tommy did what?”
Steve was promptly ignored.
(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.)
There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.)
“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.”
Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself.
“So here I am. Apologizing.”
A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.”
“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”
“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.” Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock.
It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down.
“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.”
Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least.
Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.
“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh.
“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.
“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.”
“Yeah?”
Eddie grinned.
“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.”
“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.
That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face.
“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”
“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.”
“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!”
“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening.
Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!”
Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face.
He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen.
“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.”
Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required.
“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?”
Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous.
“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.”
“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?”
He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response.
It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.
(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things.
One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg.
Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor.
“Steve.”
Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.
The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out.
Except--
“Not right now I’m thinking.” Steve told him absently.
Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing.
Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…
“The fuck? Steve--”
Steve shushed him.
That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up.
“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.
Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted.
“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.”
“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise.
“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.
That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.
“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his.
For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk.
“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that.
“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”
Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze.
Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat.
He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back.
“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…”
One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley.
In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing.
“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?”
Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly.
“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him.
Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. )
#DADDYS BACK#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#pre steddie to steddie#0o0 fanfics#be gentle with me I JUST got my computer back lmao#this was a warmup I finished out#Ive been writing at work on my lunches#yes I have been working on adopt a jock#and the third part of the holiday hellfire fic#I think I stared at that steddisy one once#maybe#IDK this whole ass month has been a blurr
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One Hell Of An Agent
Sam Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: After weird deaths start happening and your friend becomes a victim of it, two men appear at your door for questioning and your day turns into the weirdest you've ever lived.
Warnings: SMUT, size kink (if you squint), oral (f. recieving), big d sam (obviously), dean gets forgotten lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), piv, tit sucking, sam is a sweetheart, pet names (doll, baby, beautiful), a bit of body insecurity but, as i said, sam is a gentleman, reader is shorter and overall smaller then sam, use of y/n, NOT PROOF READ, english isn't my first language (if i forgot anything TELL ME)
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It was supposed to be just another day where you went to work to get pennies in exchange for spending close to 12 hours in front of a computer screen, get back home to drink until you decided you should take a shower and sleep. Then repeat.
You, standing in your living room with a circle of kitchen salt around you and two men who were supposedly FBI agents holding shotguns and the ghost of an old woman trying to kill you, wasn't in your plans.
They both had arrived at your house in suits earlier that day, knocking on your door. You groaned and got up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle settled on the coffee table. Once you opened the door you widened your eyes at the two men standing there.
The taller one greeted himself first. He had a – almost – shoulder length brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. To say you were shocked at how handsome he looked was an understatement. The shorter one had deep green eyes and short hair, he was pretty too but his partner…
“Hello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plant” He said, showing you his badge and nodding to Plant, him copying what his partner did.
You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the names from the Led Zeppelin band.
“Plant and Page as in…the Led Zeppelin guys?” You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.
“Just a coincidence Ma'am” He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.
You opened the door wider for them both to get in.
“Come in, please. Have a seat” You said, gesturing to the couch and they sat besides each other. Page eyed the beer at the coffee table in front of him and you cringed.
“Sorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my door” You chuckled lightly and took the beer bottle to the kitchen in the other room. When you came back, both their eyes were on you and you felt a bit intimidated.
“Well…why are the feds at my house…?” You asked, sitting at the armchair and resting your hands on your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.
Page put his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossing in front of him as he leaned forward to talk closer to you. You took notice of his big frame wondering how someone could be so…wide?
“Miss…”
“Y/N” You filled in the gap.
“Miss Y/N” He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue “We are here to ask about the recent murders around”
“Oh” You said. You knew well about one of the victims, a friend of yours. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her death but you always went with the mantra to keep going no matter what. At the memory of her you felt your throat restrict and you blinked back tears.
Page seemed to notice and put a gentle hand on your knee to comfort you. When you looked up he was smiling slightly and you calmed down.
“We know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your loss” He said, squeezing your knee “But we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind”
You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah…yeah of course” You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.
“Did you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, cold…?” Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out
“Five days or so before she died…” You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. “We went to a bar near my house and she kept glancing behind her, nervous, on edge, as if something would jump her at any moment. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me, terrified, grabbed her things and bolted”
You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.
“I tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her then…they called me announcing that she was gone” You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.
“She didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, I–” You choked on an inevitable sob and covered your face with your hands. Then you felt the taller man's hand on your knee again, his thumb stroking your leg.
“We are truly sorry, it wasn't your fault” He said, a voice so comforting and calm you felt it in your heart.
You took your hands away from your face and sniffed, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt a bit embarrassed to be crying in front of them both.
“I'm sorry” You said and brushed your hair back with your hand “I think this was it. She was always a very quiet girl but sweet, caring, I couldn't think of anyone that would do this to her”
The men nodded and looked at each other, a silent conversation you weren't a part of. You looked down to see Page's hand still on your knee and you smiled to yourself. What a nice fed.
"Thanks for the information Ma'am" Page said. When they looked back at you, he patted your knee lightly and got up with his partner. You stood up as well to accompany them to the door, them both behind you.
You opened the door and looked at them both going out, your gaze lingering longer on the taller one, looking him up and down.
They turned to you with a tiny card in his hand and gave it to you, your finger brushing against his.
“If you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your time” He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.
“Will do, thank you so much” You said, smiling back seeing them walk away to the Impala parked in front of your house.
You kept your gaze locked until they drove away, snapping you out of your daze getting back in your house and locked the door, smiling like an idiot at the image of the handsome guy you just met.
Inside the Impala, Dean kept glancing towards Sam, who had his face buried into the newpaper about the couple murders happening.
“Dude” Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.
“What?” He asked
Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.
“She was eating you with her eyes” Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.
“Who? Y/N?” He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “Dean, c'mon” He said.
“I'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feast” Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. “She's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have it”
“Shut up Dean” He said but he couldn't help thinking about your looks towards him and the impulse he felt to comfort you with a hand on your leg when he realized you were upset.
Dean laughed and shook his head at the stubbornness of his brother, driving back to the cheap motel they were staying at.
Your day went by as usual, some couple more beers here, a whiskey there, some movie you had on the TV.
You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours until about 2AM when you heard a loud thud in your house and your entire body entered fight or flight mode.
You got up and kept your ears trained for any more sounds until you heard your stove, the gas being poured out in your house and the color drained from your face. What the hell?
You went into the kitchen and for sure the smell of the gas hit hard on your nose and you gagged.
Suddenly the door to the kitchen closed behind you and you jumped in shock. Your heart started ringing in your ears and your hands were trembling.
“Hello?! Is anybody there?!” You asked, your voice shaking as you went to the door. Locked. You started to panic, were you crazy? Was this a dream?
There was a noise behind you and you turned, seeing the knife cabinet open and you glued yourself to the door, trying to get the lock open when a kitchen knife started to float up and towards you.
You screamed and banged at the door.
“Help! Someone, please!” You screamed and the knife was plunged in the door, close to your head and your body fell back in the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks when everything stopped.
You slowly got up and tried to open the door. Success. You scrambled out of your kitchen and unlocked the front door, sprinting out of your house terrified.
You remembered the card the Agent gave you. You didn't know if it was okay to call him this late but you just almost died. You thought he could make an exception.
With trembling fingers, you dialed the number on your phone, putting it to your ear. Please pick up, please pick up.
“Hello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?” He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.
“Agent?” You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.
“Y/N?” He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. “What's wrong?”
“I– I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called I–” You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that “Something happened” You said simply.
“We are on our way” He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. “Hang in there”
“Okay” You said in a whisper as he turned the call off, biting your thumbnail in order to stay calm in the circumstances.
Dean woke up to see Sam getting his bag ready in a frenze, a worried look in his younger brother's face.
“Y/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's go” He said, throwing Dean his bag, the oldest groaning as he grabbed the keys for the Impala.
As they drove there, Sam couldn't help but get even more stressed the long it took for them to arrive. He wondered if you were okay, if you had gotten hurt, or worse. When they arrived, you were sitting on your porch, legs tucked close to your body as you shivered.
When you heard the noise of the car you got up. The two came out and you were a bit weirded out to see them in normal clothes but relieved nonetheless.
When they got closer you breathed out in relief, the taller of the two coming closer then Plant, grabbing your shoulders and eyeing you up and down, looking for any visible damage.
“Are you hurt? What happened?” He asked and you shook your head at the first question.
“I don't know…If I explain it I'll sound crazy” You said
“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazy” The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.
“I was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bang” You began. “I got up to see that my stove started leaking gas and…when I wnt to the kitchen, the door…It shut behind me, locked” You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier “I couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all just…stopped”
“I was able to leave my house and…call you” She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. “I'm sorry, I know it's late”
“Don't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?” He said
You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him
“You believe me?” You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.
“What if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agents” He said.
“Oh” You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. “Right”
“Get in, we will explain everything we can to you” He said and you nodded getting inside your house.
After a couple minutes you learned that they were actually brothers, the tall one was named Sam and the shorter was Dean. They told you all about what they did, the family business, how real the supernatural was and tried to explain that you experienced something ghost-like.
You were absolutely dumbfounded as they said all that. It was hard to believe that, how is all of it real if you hadn't seen anything your whole life similar to what they explained to you? Just now?
“Okay so…you both are like…the Ghostbusters?” But hotter. You noted, mentally.
“Basically, yeah” Dean said.
You sat there with your hands over your face. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry at the situation.
The brothers walked around with the so called EMFs, machines you learned could sense the presence of ghosts.
You couldn't help but glance at Sam. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his hair falling around his face and from time to time he bit his lower lip.
You were entranced at how annoyingly handsome he was until loud beeping from Dean's EMF startled you.
Sam whooped his head towards him and they shared silent looks. Sam turned to his bag and got a shotgun out and you widened your eyes at him. He took notice of that.
“They are loaded with rock salt, don't worry” He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. “Let's say…ghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknesses” He said and you hummed in acknowledgement getting up and going to your fireplace to get an iron rod.
Sam stared at you as you walked back to him and you shrugged.
“It's iron, you said it could keep them at bay” You said and he nodded.
A loud noise startled all of you, in the kitchen, where Dean was the closest to and he cooked his gun, Sam doing the same and protecting you with his body.
“Stay behind me” He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.
“Come on you son of a bitch!” Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.
“Mrs. Greene?” You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.
“Y/N, watch out!” Sam yelled in front of you and you turned around, swinging your weapon and making her vanish for a couple of moments.
You were breathing heavily, your ears ringing until Sam snapped you out of your daze, turning you around by grabbing at your arm.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.
“Yeah, I think” You replied and Dean appeared as quick as possible making a circle of salt around you and Sam stepped out of it, letting your arm go.
“You need to stay there, she can't get you because of the salt” Dean said.
“You know her?” Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.
“She was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident that…my father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of that” You said, smiling sadly to yourself.
“Where is she buried?” Dean questioned.
“The cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from here” You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.
“I'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill her” Dean said as he went out the door, shutting it behind him.
You sat on the ground, in the middle of the salt circle, mindlessly playing with the iron rod in your hand. Sam looked down at you. You looked more than upset, understandably.
“Everything is going to be okay” He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.
“Sam, behind you!” You said, getting up again and he turned shooting the ghost and she reappeared behind you, outside of the circle.
You turned around, shaking and lifting your weapon at her. She looked down at the salt circle and the creepiest smile you've ever seen opens up in her face, sending shivers down your spine.
Suddenly the windows broke open and a strong gust of wind came in with full force. You covered your head to protect it from the glass until you looked down and the salt circle was broken around you.
Your heart dropped as she started approaching you and Sam shot her again from behind you.
To your dismay, she was behind him again, and before you could warn him about her she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against a wall.
“Sam!” You screamed and she turned to you again, slowly walking towards your frame and you backed away, the iron rod propped in front of you protectively.
She knocked the rod out of your hand and you looked desperately at it on the ground.
Your back pressed against the wall and you closed your eyes, preparing for your death when she started screaming and you opened your eyes.
She was quite literally burning right in front of you, with her hands reaching for your throat until she was just gone, no burn marks on your ground, weirdly, and her desperation echoed through the house.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart beating in your ears. You heard a groan and remembered Sam was basically knocked out on the other side of the room.
You rushed to him and kneeled down besides him with a hand on his cheek and the other in one of his knee.
“Sam, are you okay?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes. When he seemed to retrieve consciousness again he breathed in deeply and scrambled to get up but you held him down by putting a hand on his chest.
“Hey, hey, it's okay, she's…gone, I guess” You said and he focused his eyes on yours when you smiled. You felt your face heat up at the look he was giving you until Dean barged in through the front door, whistling at the mess.
He looked towards both of you on the ground and made a face, holding back a smirk.
“Burned her up…Am I interrupting something?” Dean asked playfully and you felt a tad of embarrassment, helping Sam get up with a grunt.
They started to gather their stuff and you wondered how the hell you were going to clean up your whole house. Glass and salt everywhere, a hole on the wall where Sam was thrown at.
When they were all done you got each a beer. They tried to deny it but you insisted, claiming it was a thank you treat for saving your life.
You finished all your drinks, throwing the bottles away and you walked them to the door, the Impala parked in front of your house. They got out and stood outside as you smiled at them.
“Thank you, again, really, you both saved my life” You said.
“It's nothing, really, we do this everyday” Dean said with a dismissive wave. “I'm going to load the car” Dean said, giving Sam a pat on the back and a look you didn't understand but apparently Sam did, since he gave a deep breath and a practically death glare at his brother, his chest going up and down.
“So…” He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“So?” You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.
“You were amazing back there, you know?” He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. “You knew what to do, few people can do what you did”
He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. He’s so sweet.
“Oh I just…went by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for iron” You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.
“Yeah…” He said, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back up again. You decided to be a bit brave and got into your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, holding on his shoulder for support.
When you pulled back he didn't pull away and one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking between your eyes when he leaned into you, his lips against yours in a light kiss.
You responded almost immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he placed his hands on your waist. You reluctantly pulled away with a hum, dazed by the kiss with your eyes still closed.
When you opened them his eyes were on your face and you felt warm again. He pulled you back in your house and you giggled in surprise when he closed the door, his hand still holding you.
“What about your brother?” You said as he turned his attention back to you, a smirk on his face when he squeezed your waist. He leaned in closer and you held your breath.
“He can wait” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time more intensely then before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.
You started taking his jacket off when you stopped and pulled away.
“Is this okay? I mean I'm totally fin–” He cut you off with another mind blowing kiss and you gasped.
He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the ground and clasping your face in both his hands.
“Does this answer your question?” He smiled teasingly and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss his lips again and his hands grabbed your hips in response.
He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.
He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.
You noted he was big, you just didn't know he was this strong, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.
He walked to the kitchen and placed you on the counter, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.
You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.
You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your bra.
Sam drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.
He held your wrists gently, pulling them away from you and his hands went up and down your arms.
“Don't hide from me, you're beautiful” He whispered and started to leave kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting where he noticed you liked the best with the noises leaving your mouth.
Your hand wrapped in his hair to pull him back to your lips, his kisses addicting like a drug.
He pulled away again to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso and your jaw physically dropped at the sight. He had some scars, some pale, old, others a pink tone, more recent but it just made him look even better, showing how much he had lived through. He chuckled at your reaction and settled his hands on your hips again, gently squeezing.
“See something you like?” He teased and you closed your mouth, your hands reaching slowly to touch his bare chest. He gasped at your feather-like touch on his tanned skin and you looked at him again, his eyes dark with desire.
“You're…stunning, like– I knew you were…muscular…from the get go but you're…” You trailed off and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours again.
His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.
His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.
His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.
He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.
“Sam…” You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. “Please”
He gave your lips a peck and went down your body again, leaving open mouthed kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your jeans and looked at you again, asking for permission and you nodded at him.
His fingers popped open the button of your pants and opened the zipper. You lifted your hips to help him pull the clothing off and he dragged it down your legs slowly, drinking you in.
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his hungry gaze on your frame when his eyes noticed your soaked underwear.
He discarded your pants and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.
He looked up at you and pried your legs open with his hands.
“What did I say about hiding from me?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.
He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.
“Please…” You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.
“So desperate” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.
He cupped your whole cunt with his hand, making your hips buck up into his touch and a low moan left your throat.
“Beautiful” He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He said and your heart melted.
“Okay” You breathed out and he smiled up at you. He took his hand away and you almost frowned when his lips wrapped around your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips against his mouth.
He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.
“Oh, fuck” You moaned, pulling at his hair “Sam– God” He hummed and groaned against your pussy sending jolts of pleasure through you.
He teased your hole with his finger, slowly entering you and stretching you out, hooking up and rubbing right at that spot and you moaned loudly.
“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.
You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sam knew you were about to cum.
“Cum for me, doll” He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.
“Fuck!” You groaned loudly as you finally came against his lips, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, your eyes closing in bliss, your fingers tightening in Sam's hair.
He helped you ride your orgams until the stimulation got almost painful and you started to try and close your legs.
“T'much, Sam–” You moaned and he pulled away, your juices shining against his face as he got up from his knees and grasped your waist tightly, smashing his lips against you, the foreign taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he attacked your mouth.
“Taste as sweet as you look” He praises and you smirked.
You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his jeans and you whined.
“As much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senseless” He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: “I want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum”
You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.
“My bedroom is down the hall, on the right” You mumbled against his skin, breathless, and he carried you to the room, his hands squeezing and digging in your ass as you continued marking his skin.
He gently placed you on the bed, kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his jeans and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.
“Fuck me, Sam” You breathed out and he kissed you one last time before standing up and unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper, dropping his pants to the ground and taking off his shoes.
You were staring, eating him with your eyes as he took off his boxers teasingly slow, stepping out of them and looking at your face for a reaction.
Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was big. You expected him to be large, he was tall after all but you still were very shocked and wondered if you'd be able to take it all.
Sam seemed to notice your worries and grasped your chin to give your lips a comforting kiss. He wasn't cocky but he was aware of his size and knew it could be intimidating.
“We'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just say” He assured you and you felt all fuzzy and warm on the inside. It was hard to find men that actually cared and it seemed like you hit the jackpot with Sam. You nodded and he crawled over you, smashing your lips against his again.
He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.
Sam made sure to distract you from the pain, rubbing your thighs up and down and kissing your neck and collarbones. It took everything inside him to not pound into you. You tightened around him deliciously and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good Y/N, God” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.
“I feel so full, it feels so good” You moaned breathy as he was almost all the way inside you, his kisses soothing your hot skin, his fingernails marking your hips as he held back to let you adjust to his size once he was all the way inside.
You felt him in your throat and it took you a couple of moments to let the pain turn into pleasure and Sam was willing to wait as long as you needed.
When you finally stopped feeling the pain of the stretch you wiggled your hips against his cock and grabbed his cheek to give him a messy kiss.
“You can move, please” You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.
“Y/N” Sam moans against your shoulder, his strokes inside you making his whole body tremble with the tightness. His hand roams down your body until it reaches your lower stomach. He presses his hand down against your skin and you moan loudly. He grins, his breathing heavy as his hair makes a curtain around his face.
“Oh– fucking God!” You practically scream, your eyes rolling back as your nails scratch at his shoulder. He felt impossibly deeper and he quickened his thrusts, your whole body going limp and your mouth letting out incoherent babbles and moans of his name.
He was panting as he held himself up in his elbows to look at your fucked out face, kissing your cheeks and your lower lip.
“You look so pretty like this” He said against your skin as he kept his thrusts steady and deep. "I told you I wanted to look at your pretty face...when you came undone under me."
You felt your skin tingle, your body trembling and that familiar feeling on the pit of your stomach like a fire lighting up.
"The looks you were giving me..." He groaned against your skin, his hips sttutering as his orgasm came closer "I wanted to make those beautiful eyes roll back the moment I saw you" He admitted, giving your neck a harsh bite, definetly leaving a mark.
“Sam!” You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. “I'm cumming” You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.
“Cum for me beautiful” He said, leaving a hickey just below your jaw.
You unraveled below him with a loud moan of his name, your heels digging into his ass. A few more thrusts and Sam pulled out, stroking his cock one, two, three times until he came over your stomach, groaning and panting your name.
You looked at his face, sweat sticking some hairs on his face, his eyes closed, mouth agape and his hair a mess thanks to your hands.
You smiled in a daze and traced your fingers over his face and he opened his eyes, catching you already looking back at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately for a couple seconds until he pulled away and stood up to go to your bathroom.
He came back with a wet towel to clean you up, gentle in your sensitive sex then he left the towel on the bathroom sink and layed down on the bed beside you again, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.
You hummed as he wrapped his arms around you, massaging your sore muscles.
“That was…” You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.
“Yeah, it was” He confirmed, smiling.
You snuggled into his chest, your hand tracing mindless patterns against his skin. Then you started to chuckle and he looked down at you.
“What?” He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.
“Your brother must be pissed” You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.
“I don't care, this, you, was worth it” He said and you looked up at him with a shy smile, not knowing what else to say.
After a while of silence between the two of you you started to think a bit.
“You're leaving town soon, right?” You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. “You're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"
You said but didn't look at his face when you felt him looking down at you and he squeezed your arm as if to say I know.
You started to fall asleep against his steady breathing, your eyes heavy.
As you were almost sleeping you felt him leave a kiss on your forehead.
“I will” He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.
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HIII BAHH SRRY FOR DISINTEGRATING FOR A FEW DAYS OPLA HAD MOMENTARILY CONSUMED EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING
HOWEVER this has been sitting, unfinished, in my vscest doc for a while now so i decided to finish it up. here u go eat up friend :]] oh yeah angst warning at the beginning btw:
so. lies on the floor. ichiji deserves to get fucked stupid after having a bad day and im thinking abt him w yonji rn so. :)
emotions regained/vs bros redemption ichiji having that almost subtle kinda self hatred one day- (bc in emotions regained aus all the brothers are chronically mentally ill, they're so traumatized its painful :,D) -not the kind that makes you wanna scream or cry or throw up, instead the kind that makes your heart go a little faster than normal and that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel sick for being alive. the kind that builds and builds until it's too much.
yonji (the most *emotionally* intelligent one out of 124ji, methinks) eventually notices smthns wrong and asks ichi abt it and ichiji just Breaks. like he pauses, crumples into a ball, and starts pulling his hair and venting about how he feels so disgusting and unworthy of love and how he wants to rip his skin off for something new and he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates himself
and yonji LISTENS to him. he listens with a frown until ichi is fucking winded, hyperventilating, and sweating with frustrated tears in his eyes. and then yonji hits him with the
"What do you need me to do, Ichiji?"
then ichi just stops shaking (and breathing) entirely for a moment as the question registers b4 his shaking slowly starts up again and his bottom lip starts trembling and he slowly looks up at yonji with big ole watery eyes and shakily signals him over to cuddle and theybpagaufuafuaf!!!!
the two of em lying down w yonji holding ichiji tight against his chest- one hand/arm curled around chijis lower back while the other is running through his hair and ichis just curling around yonji like a koala. he buries his face in yonjis neck and is constantly mumbling "im sorry" and yonji says "theres nothing to apologize for" each and every time back, proving his point by pressing a kiss to a different part of ichiji each time.
this continues on until ichiji stops crying and calms down. then he thanks yonji by sitting up slowly and holding yonjis face in his hands and kissing him *so* gently.
^ idk maybe its just me but i feel like out of all the vs siblings ichiji would have the hardest time being gentle. sanji always has been, reiju *secretly* always has been, yonji *had* to learn to be (even when he was still emotionless) bc of his strength (and therefore it came somewhat easily to him when he got emotions), nijis always been a giant fucking tsundere so even though hes an ass about 90% of the time, he does have the capability to at least sit and listen and take care of someone he loves (especially after regaining emotions, the percentile changes from 90/10 to 50/50 then lmao), but ichiji?? the perfect, emotionless soldier, even after getting fixed??? practically unheard of.
so when he pulls THIS shit???
it makes yonjis libido go WHAM. like that mf went redder than chijis hair. might as well been a cartoon character with the way he practically started floating as his eyes turned into hearts
THEN. then that gentle kiss delvesssss
ichiji getting lost in his emotions, leading him to grab yonjis face so *desperately* and straddle his hips/lap and kiss him thru tears.. n yonjis there half dumbstruck half horny, grinding on ichis ass while the hands once petting his hair and stroking his back to soothe him move to squeeze at it bc holy shiiit what is happening rn yonji cant compute. do u see the vision 🙈🙈
then, SHOCKINGLY, (/sarc) they fuck each other stupid. like STUPID stupid. so stupid that when 023 find them in the morning they straight up think the two were jumped in an alley together or smthn with how marked up their bodies were n shit (but they figure it out real quick once they see how badly ichiji was limping :]) ((tho if you asked me personally yonji wasnt exactly walking straight either :]])) (((they are both switches :]]])))
AND SCENE. i wrote abt both ichiniji and yoniji b4 this so now the 124ji circle is complete lmao. i need more soft ichiji in my life and if theres no one to provide i shall make it myself :)) -J.J
Honestly relatable, I can't stop thinking about opla since the day I watched it lol it was so good and I want to rewatch it already
But back to vcest 👀
Ichiji being emotionally stunted after getting his emotions back is a concept that's always at the back of my mind but I never put too much thought into it, but now I'm 👀
I see him as trying to keep himself, and the others, together, he doesn't let his emotions run freely, he tries not to let them take the better of him else he might go down and spiral of self hatred and guilt, so he puts his energy into looking after the others and trying to come up with a plan to get them out of judge's grasp
It takes a toll on him of course, his repressed emotions keep building up and he feels himself going insane and with no way to vent
When yonji catches him like this, on the verge of panicking, he finally let's go and it feels so good and so freeing for once. Yonji's rock solid, he embraces him, takes his whole body into strong arms and makes him feel safe, and he doesn't budge, he lets ichiji cry against his shoulder until he's satisfied and spent
Ichiji's tired but tries to show his gratitude with a kiss and yonji combusts. It's not every day that he has ichiji this pliant and soft and sweet sprawled in his lap and he wants to do so many things to him but his brain's all muddled and he doesn't know where to begin!!
Once he gets a hold of himself tho, it's over for ichiji, the strength he used to comfort him will now be used to ruim him
#older brother going to the yonger brother for comfort is so ajjsskdkajdjsk#and yonji taking a second to process the kiss and then just going feral aajskdjsjd#the dynamic between these two has so much potential!!!!#vinsmokecest
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Only if you want to, some fanfic questions for you!
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
💖 What made you start writing?
❌ What’s a trope you will never write?
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
heyyyy thank you for your questions!!! <3
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
hurt/comfort. in every way. give me miles comforting alex, give me alex comforting miles - give me soft touches and sweet nothings and reassuring little kisses, calming strokes of hair, tender brushes of cheeks, gentle wiping of tears. give me them holding hands and taking turns kissing each other's knuckles, resting their heads on each other's shoulders, burying their faces in each other's necks, kissing each other's lips and cheeks and chins and noses and eyelids and foreheads. give me all the pain, yes - but then give me all the comforting hugs and heartfelt words, and you can be sure i'll eat it up every single time <3333
💖 What made you start writing?
i was always absolutely fascinated by storytelling and the way i could make my daydreaming scenarios come to life using pen and paper; i remember being a little kid, like 6 y/o, having just learnt how to write and keeping a notebook where i'd write down all my silly little stories, giving them a title and even drawing a little illustration of the main scene at the end of each one.
fast forward to when i was in middle school (11/12 y/o) and having unrestricted internet access (lmao), which led me to finding anime + vocaloid and fandom culture in general. i found out about the main fanfiction site for my country, started reading some stories and then decided i wanted to try my hand at it - so i grabbed a notebook once again and wrote a multi-chaptered horror-esque vocaloid fanfiction that never saw the light of day (thank god skhdhgsg). i only later upgraded to writing on my computer skgjshsbf and also started posting my works online. and then well, after years of writing in both my native language and english in many different fandoms, and also just as many years of writer's block... i finally got here, and the rest is history <3
❌ What’s a trope you will never write?
already answered here :)
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
life has unfortunately been in the way of my writing for the past three months, and i've also had a bit of a moment after big bang when? idk? i wasn't writing anything because i had so many ideas and just couldn't choose the Right One TM to develop at that moment. then i started writing Something, dropped it and wrote 'safe & sound' instead, and then i went back to that Something and i actually recently finished it. i need to edit it, still - add some stuff, fix some things, and just overall polish it, so i won't be posting it so soon... but what i can say is, it's a one-shot, around 20k words, and it's Very Much up my alley. not something similar to what i usually write (so no, it's not tooth-rotting fluff lmao), but very dark instead. a lot of hurt/comfort needed for this one.
i just hope i'll have the time to edit and post it as soon as possible!
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March 6, 2024
Wow. It has been a minute! A brief life update, happy to say it's all good news!
Ok, well. It's been about a month, but a very busy, very good month! For starters; I got into my top choice law school! Not only that, I got in with a massive scholarship, one that is actually enough that I can go lol. Additionally, it's in the city where my boyfriend works, so we can keep living together, we are even looking at maybe trying to buy a house! It is so exciting and I feel so lucky and grateful that all of our hard work is paying off this way.
I have a lot to say about law school, wanting to be a lawyer, what it's like. I had started typing it out here, but honestly I think it deserves its own post.
Our puppy is finally all up on his vaccines (Lepto, Rabies, Bordatella, Distemper, Parvo, the whole lot). So, now we put him in doggy daycare for the two days a week I am in school. The daycare has cameras so i just sit in class all day with my phone up watching all the dogs play together its pretty wonderful. Also now that he is vaccinated he can go to a dog groomer which he really needs 🥴. He is looking pretty scruffy. I've actually called three places this week trying to get him in for a trim and none called me back :(
I've been getting way into Honkai Star Rail. I can play it on my iPad during class or in-between class which definitely has something to do with the sheer amount of hours I have thrown into the game so far. Oh, also I have been playing literally so much Helldivers 2, that game fucks hard.
I am in the height of mid-terms right now, also, which maybe would have me stressing except I just got accepted into my top choice law school. So I don't care. The senioritis is really bad yall. I finished my comp networks exam in 20 minutes this morning because I only need a 50% on every test to get a C in the class. I am so apathetic lmao.
Funny enough the only class I'm not apathetic about is my programming video games class. That class rocks. I'm actually skipping every other class today except that one. This is a little bit nightmare scenario but I actually have 3 semester-long group projects happening right now. One is in this video games class. Now, full disclosure I am a 24 yr old cisgender woman in a computer science undergraduate course. So my two group members are two very awkward, maybe 19-ish yr old dudes. Both are very shy and they don't talk much. But I've been trying to be like, very gentle and encouraging with them for our project and they are doing really good! Ik I can't say anything to them bc maybe it's a little weird, but they are both opening up a lot more and they are seriously putting some great creative effort into making this video game. Anyway I give them snacks every day now and they are so great.
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I am so upset.
So as some of you here know, I have a turbulent relationship with my father and I've cut off contact with him a year ago.
I don't talk to him, but my sister still does (could not tell you why), so usually I get news through my mum who gets them from my sister
Today I was told that recently that excuse of a human said that he is so proud of how my sister and I turned out to be such well-adjusted and self-sufficient hardworking people and how he has a lot to be thankful for to our mum for raising us so well.
How dare you. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. You have NOTHING to be proud of. You don't get to be proud of something you had no hand in. How dare you say that after tearing the confidence of us both over and over, how dare you say that after abandoning us again and again. We came out well through the blood, sweat and tears of our mother and our brother working their asses off to make sure we have everything we need. My mum worked a hectic busy schedule, took care of 3 kids, 3 pets and a full household and she still always made the time for me when I got sick or injured, she always accompanied me to competitions, nurtured my interests, supported me through thick and thin.
And you... What did you do? Left us on read for months on end. Indirectly insulted me for choosing art. Told my sister she'll always be a nobody if she pursues the career she did. You said you had a new family when I needed you. You withdrew financial support for two full months during COVID when I took a while saving up to pay you back for a computer YOU YOURSELF SAID I DIDN'T NEED TO PAY BACK FOR, that I needed for school.
I cannot speak for my sister's mental health, but you chipped away at mine until I would get sick for weeks on end at the thought of seeing you again. You made me hate being alive. It took so much effort and gentle loving support to get me back on my feet and even then I'll never be that same confident girl again.
How fucking dare you.
Honestly, this is all just upset ranting, but the balls on some people. I cannot believe this man, he still continues to baffle me, even now that we're no contact.
If anyone read through this, I am sorry. This was just blind rambling, a Tumblr readmore post is less effort than therapy lmao. Feel free to disregard all of it.
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NSFW // Obey Me! Brothers Sexual Preferences Headcanons
Wow this got out of hand. I’ll link the New Dateables one as well. I apologize for length lmao
Lucifer
- call him Daddy, Master, Sir, all that shit.
- Humiliation/Degredation. Gotta earn that praise though
- he'd be sorta into exhibitionism but he wouldn't go as far as to label it. He likes seeing his person flustered over him touching them, and he likes to touch them in public to see that reaction
- WANTS YOU TO SUCK HIM OFF UNDER HIS DESK
- SO WHEN SOMEONE COMES INTO HIS OFFICE, YOU CAN BE CHEEKY AND FLUSTER HIM WHILE HE TRIES TO KEEP HIS COMPOSURE
- introduce him to collars and leashes and you're done for.
- he will choke you
- marks like bites and bruising so you have a lasting impression of him on you
- takes a great deal of pride in marking you as his
- will accept hickeys and scratches
- moans more than you think
- very into impact play (spanking and whipping)
- PET NAMES
- "my little ..."
- "my starlight"
- "angel"
- (consensual) SOMNOPHILIA. Will use you when youre drifting off to sleep, you are his toy to play with when he pleases.
- aftercare isn't always cuddling in bed.
- Sometimes he'll have to go back to his office but he'll wrap you up in a robe and let you sit in his lap while he works, absently stroking either your arm or thigh or back
Mammon
- PRAISE KINK. PRAISE KINK. PRAISE KINK
- Tell him he's a good boy, your good boy, and he's blushing and leaking already
- may have a mild humiliation kink to cope with his trauma but may not even be aware of it.
- tie him up and make him beg.
- COCKWARMING IS HIS FAVOURITE.
- tests his patience but also allows him to be close to you
- body worship, both ways
- RIDE HIM.
- E D G E H I M
- but also let him tower over you and demolish you
- NIPPLE PLAY. PUT YOUR TONGUE ON HIM AND WATCH HIS EYES ROLL BACK INTO HIS HEAD
- maybe restrain his hands too, he'll love that
- bites, hickeys, bruising, both ways.
- whines and whimpers and mewls, soft noises
- occasional soft swearing under his breath
- peg him. peg him. peg him. milk him dry.
- SLUT. HIM. OUT. HE DESERVES IT AND HE WANTS IT.
- PULL. HIS. HAIR.
- cuddle him afterwards and reaffirm positive things about him. He may be extremely emotional after and holding him is a great comfort for him.
Leviathan
- peg him
- soft dom/mes are his thing
- PRAISE KINK x2
- be gentle with him
- but tease the fuck outta him. He will leak instantly.
- loud. Gag him or put a hand over his mouth while he moans and he'll love you forever
- CHOKE. HIM.
- EDGE HIM.
- just dom the fuck outta him. He wants to be slutted out and used
- give him positive feedback during everything
- "you're doing so well, baby"
- "does it hurt, love?"
- "tell me how much you love it. Tell me how good I make you feel."
- cowgirl and sensual spooning are his favourites
- aftercare for him is alot of cuddling and positive affirmations.
- he may move to his computer but he'll just put on something for you both to watch and settle back in with you
Satan
- he is a notorious tease. Do not trust him
- ////// C O C K W A R M I N G //////
- it's more of a way to exercise control over you and he loves that shit
- jealous sex will be a thing.
- E X H I B I T I O N I S T
- he'll buy a remote control/bluetooth vibrator and make you wear it when you leave hom together
- just to see you stutter and try to maintain your composure in front of persons.
- make you wear it at the dinner table. Everyone can smell your arousal and that fills him with an obscene amount of pride
- 100% would finger you in a movie theatre with people around
- palm or stroke him "absently" through his pants while he's busy
- he will remember and return the favor later but for now fuck yes please don't stop
- very sensual
- enjoys making out and making you ride his thigh
- sense play. lots of feathers and candle wax and ice cubes
- slow sex usually
- hard rough sex when he's mad
- KISS HIM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE
- Nibble on his earlobes, fucks him up everytime
- sensitive neck. Give many hickeys
- grunts and groans, generslly quiet
- WILL DIRTY TALK YOU ALL THE WAY THROUGH YOUR PLEASURE.
- PET NAMES
- "Kitten"
- "Lovely"
- "Angel"
- collar, cat ears, buttplug with tail, you are now his kitten
- HICKEYS. SO MANY HICKEYS.
- marks you as his very plainly
- likes when you dig your nails into his skin
- very much into pain and pleasure
- aftercare is curling up and listening to him read to you.
- He'll place soothing kisses and ice packs on particularly deep bruises and praise you for the rest of the day
Asmodeus
- SLUT. HIM. OUT. HE WANTS IT. HE NEEDS IT. DESPERATELY.
- fucking switch. Can dom but prefers to be a sub for you
- WAX AND ICE CUBES
- Spank him occasionally, watch his eyes roll up into his head
- EDGING.
- likes to draw out play time
- mutual masturbation.
- body worship, both ways
- the most adorable mewls and whines and the loudest, filthiest moans
- PUT A VIBRATOR ON HIM AND EDGE HIM.
- Occasional overstim
- likes to be filled so will always have a dildo or buttplug
- BLINDFOLDS
- SPIT IN HIS MOUTH.
- PULL. HIS. HAIR.
- He will 100% ride your thigh. He enjoys it
- Doggystyle is fun cuz he can be in control there.
- will suck you off/eat you out with great enthusiasm
- he likes to be praised and will give praise always
- faint, barely there hickeys but S O M A N Y.
- aftercare is 100% always a soothing bath with hair washing, body washing
- followed by gently rubbing lotion all over your body
- could be followed by a massage, his treat, or another round of sex
- but of the slower, more gentle kind
Beelzebub
- D O G G Y S T Y L E
- Will fuck you into the mattress
- GRUNTS AND MOANS AND FREELY SWEARING
- hot kisses on your neck with a hand ghost over your throat and one around your waist to hold you in place
- surprisingly enjoys being edged
- will make the tiniest noises and it's so fucking cute
- restrain him. He could probably rip them off if he wanted to but he likes to relinquish that control sometimes
- always afraid he'll hurt you so is generally gentle and sensual
- but get him worked up enough and he will spear you
- lovingly.
- loves getting hickeys, mark him up
- TWIST HIS NIPPLES. WATCH HIS COCK JUMP.
- POST-WORKOUT SEX. HE IS FULL OF ENERGY AND HE FEELS AMAZING AND HE WANTS TO ROCK YOUR SHIT
- LET. HIM. EAT. YOU. OUT.
- HE UNDERSTANDS THE WAY OF THE TONGUE.
- Its one of the few ways he can pleasure you fully without thinking of possibly hurting you
- please give him all the kisses
- mutual masturbation just so he can watch you and marvel at you
- aftercare is getting you some water and snacks and cuddling with you.
- will let you lay on his chest as you both snack.
- will suggest a movie or maybe a hot shared shower.
Belphegor
- (consensual) S O M N O P H I L I A
- sleepy sex is wonderful
- doggystyle or reverse cowgirl.
- don't worry, he'll help.
- Dom in any situation. Cannot turn it off.
- THIGH FUCKING.
- maybe maneuvering penetrative sex is too much work, he will fuck your thighs and use his own precum as lube
- rutting against your ass and moaning so quietly in your ear
- lots of ass squeezing.
- wandering hands when you cuddle that somehkw always end up in your pants.
- you are not complaining in the slightest though
- lazy hickeys on your shoulder
- likes to give out spanks occasionally
- lots of wrap-arounds and sensual spooning
- call him Daddy once or twice and watch his dick jump. try it, just once
- not loud but swears alot
- will murmur in your ear exactly how good you feel around him and ask you in return to tell him exactly who is making you feel this good
- will never hesitate to use a vibrator on either of you. Makes orgasming easier and he just likes how they feel
- when the energy hits him tho,,,,
- will pound you into the mattress and slut you out
- aftercare is a quick shared shower and then cuddles in bed until he falls asleep.
- sometimes will stay awake and talk for a while, giving you the softest of kisses
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me smut#obey me x you#obey me x reader#obey me headcanons#ionianstar.work
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A/n: I accidentally deleted your request while trying to answer it I'm so sorry- but I took a screenshot just incase! I'd be delighted to do this for you and I'm glad my acc looks appealing to you! I took awhile before choosing this specific look. And I totally agree, there's not enough m!reader content and every time I see some it's usually smut, which isn't bad but more fluff, angst ect would be very nice tbh and thank you for offering to help me, I'll look forward to talking to you when I have off time to not just ask about things but also hopefully get to know you along the way if you're cool with that :)
Reader: M!reader
Satan and Mammon (separate) x M!reader
Satan:
Look me in the EYES and tell me he ain't a softie-
Baby will pamper you- AND if you prefer to be the one doing the pampering like me then that ain't a problem cos he will happily be on the receiving end if that's more to your taste
Read to him- that's it- READ TO HIM HE WILL MELT, will probably stop paying attention to the book and just swoon at the sound of your voice
If you sneak in a cat like me part 2 he will lift you bridal style and sprint to his or your room, doesn't matter if you're taller or not, he can and will do it
Listen to his rants- weather that be about cats, books, shows ect, he'll appreciate it and feel heard
When it's his or your turn to cook ya'll will do it together while either listening to music or a murder documentary, the others got a bit freaked out the first time it happened lol
If you like to have friendly debates or competitions then get yo facts and skills ready cos even tho he loves you, he won't go easy on you
The first time you said "I love you" in a soft and gentle tone he was as red as a tomato and he definitely teared up a bit while saying it back and giving you a tender kiss <3
Once you and him went to the human world and he stayed at your place, it was snowing heavily, so you made a hot beverage and cuddled up with him on the couch while watching a movie/series, after that one time you two made it a tradition to do it at least once a year when winter rolls around
Mammon:
He either calls you the classic, his human or he calls you my treasure, he has to make it obvious that you're his and no one else's but will 100% respect you if you get bothered by it
When the relationship was still fresh he would turn red just by you holding his hand but now he simply smiles softly and kisses your cheek or temple
Believe it or not if ya'll study together he can focus more, you being around helps him calm down
If you EVER call him baby boy expect two(2) outcomes. 1, he turns redder then dia's hair or, 2, he calls you his baby boy and other petnames by tenfold
If you're good at card games, he and you and occasionally the others, play a bunch of them on rainy days with warm hot coco/tea/coffee
He's the little spoon the minority of the time, his head laying on your chest, you playing with his hair and him listening to your heartbeat cos it soothes him and eventually you two fall asleep in each other's embrace
Patch him up after any punishment or fight he gets himself into, it means a lot to him that you care this much
Ofc just cos he's your lover doesn't mean you let him off with everything, and believe it or not he's glad someone's there to keep him in check without stringing him upside down like someone he won't admit it ofc
Kiss his face multiple times while repeatedly praising him, he will blush and tear up. Baby ain't used to all this tenderness but don't worry! You'll make him get used to it ♡
This was sorta rushed so if you want me to redo it that's completely fine! I need to learn how tumblr works lmao it's really difficult cos when I search online for how to do things on it, it's only how to do it on a laptop or computer. Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this and have a good day/night <3
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#obey me x male reader#obey me headcanons#obey me satan#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader
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43. “If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”
54. “We have to be quiet.”
notes; camboy!minghao, cam!couple, dom!minghao, cockwarming, dirty talk, hair pulling, degradation, minghao reading but make it sexy LMAO 🥴 I rewrote a bit of this bc I watched his vlive from, what, a night or two ago?? and I was like HMMMM YES,,, lol but also me on my bullshit with writing minghao as an ever-so-patient dom 😗💕 I can’t help it... and its not even like softdom hao its still ‘ill make u cum so hard u black out’ dom hao just brooding and quiet djkfhskfh ANyway, as always thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕
Minghao smirks, eyes focused on the words laid out in the book in front of him when you let out a small whimper.
“Ah, ah, ah, what did I tell you about being quiet, baby?”
You bite your bottom lip, hands balled up into fists against your bare chest as you sit in his lap.
“S-sorry…”
He chuckles lightly, flipping the page to the next poem before he places a hand on your bare thigh.
“We have to be quiet, remember? We promised the audience an ASMR show where you were quiet for once and everyone is commenting on how you still can’t keep your voice down, baby~”
You sniffle before pouting at the camera - glassy eyes silently begging and hoping they knew what you wanted.
“...suh--sorry… just, ah, w-wanna cum…”
“Mm, I know. You’re been getting tighter and tighter around my cock with each page I turn. Getting antsy now, huh?” He whispers, barely audible to the mic.
You nod against his shoulder before bringing a shaky hand down to the one he has on your thigh.
“Can y-you, mmh, please let m-me cum once…?” You bring his hand between your legs, letting his fingertips graze against your sensitive clit. “I, ah, p-promise I’ll be g-good…”
Minghao glances at the computer screen, smiling at the comments that flood the screen mirroring his exact thoughts.
‘Lolol she always says that and then gets so loud anyway’
‘Aww but she’s so cute screaming out his name when he fucks her good…’
‘This is probably the longest she’s cockwarmed him and didn’t just cum though.’
“Our viewers know you so well, baby…” He puts the book face-down on your other thigh before the pads of his fingers are rubbing soft circles on your clit - working your body as you mewl and whine in his lap.
“I’ll let you cum once but if I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week. Am I understood?”
And true to his word Minghao lets you cum once - not even letting you come down from your high before he’s picking the book back up with sticky fingers and reading the poem on the next page.
Your body slumps against his chest, trembling thighs spread wide as your quiet sighs accompany Minghao’s gentle reading.
“Ngh...”
Your couple’s channel wasn’t always like this, to be fair. It was quite the opposite, usually - your loud, broken cries filling up a majority of the audio as Minghao fucked you on camera.
And the pile of handwritten noise complaints sitting on your dining table was a daily reminder.
But somewhere in the comments of a previous show someone had suggested the idea of you cockwarming while Minghao tried to keep you quiet and unfortunately for you, he seemed to take to the idea a little too much.
“Oh? You’re so quiet all of a sudden, baby… Finally learning your lesson, hmm?” He shifts slightly underneath you as you moan softly.
“Just t-thinking about how, ngh, b-big you feel inside me… Fuh--feels like your cock got b-bigger… It’s stretching m-me out so, ah, m-much...”
Laughing under his breath, he turns the page once more as he kisses your naked shoulder. “Mm, I think your pretty ‘lil cunt is just sucking my cock in deeper and making you think that way, baby~”
Minghao shifts even more; the head of his cock snug against your g-spot as garbled whines and moans start to spill from your lips unabashedly.
“Tsk, getting loud again?”
“C-can’t help it…” You whine back.
This was already longer than you usually lasted.
Minghao sighs, shutting the book and placing it to the side as he readjusts his silk robe.
Because while you sat in his lap completely stripped bare, he still had all of his clothes on - silk pajama pants only tugged down far down enough for him to pull his cock out for you to sit on it.
“You always can’t help it, baby~ What am I gonna do with you.”
You feel him start to push your upper body away from himself and it takes a bit of maneuvering before you’re on your hands and knees instead - lips agape at the way Minghao managed to reposition you without pulling out of you.
“Now you’re gonna be good and hold still while I fuck your ‘lil hole. ‘Cause now it’s time for me to cum, okay?”
Nodding feverishly, you dig your fingertips into the bed sheets as he shrugs off his robe.
Your head is downcast, eyes focused on the sheets underneath you for all of a millisecond before Minghao’s fingertips are threading through your hair and forcing your head up as you whimper.
“You lasted longer than I expected but you still couldn’t keep your voice down,” He draws his hips back only to thrust into you harshly, “Now you’re gonna let the viewers see your filthy expressions while I use your tight ‘lil cunt as my cocksleeve.”
Your moans only get louder with each snap of his hips and with his fingers still locked tight in your hair you can’t help but work your hips back and clench around his cock in hopes of one more orgasm too.
“Fuh--fuck, Minghao…! God, you fuck me s-so, mmh, good! So b-big! FIlls me, ah, up so---so much!”
He grins from behind you, already anticipating another noise complaint to add to the stack on the dining table.
“I thought you’d be out of energy after cumming once but look at you, fucking yourself on my cock so you can get another high, huh?”
You grin drunkenly at the camera, still blinking red to let you know you’re still on air - licking your lips at the comments that flood in about your arousing expressions.
‘fuck, just look at her, so cockdrunk...’
‘Shit, I’m gonna cum just looking at her face...’
“You like getting loud because you like letting our neighbors know who fucks you this good, right?”
Nodding shakily, your eyes start to roll to the back of your head when Minghao’s pace doubles and the head of his cock slams into your g-spot relentlessly.
“M--Minghao... Minghao! There, a-ah, more, h-harder!!”
He growls from behind you, grip in your hair tightening as the sound of skin slapping only gets louder with your high pitched screams.
“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, give the camera a good look at your face when I fill you up, baby~”
You focus your bleary eyes onto the lens; moans and broken cries of his name spilling freely from your lips as your body jerks back and forth with the harshness of his thrusts.
“Oh g-god, Minghao!”
His cock throbs inside your pussy - cum filling you up to the brim as he rides out his high.
“Mmnh, he’s--he’s cumming so m-much inside my p-pussy...”
Minghao doesn’t stop his motions; hips slamming into you as he fucks his cum deeper into you.
“Such a good ‘lil cocksleeve taking all my cum too~”
His cock glides into you easier with the sticky substance and you find yourself unable to warn Minghao when your second orgasm hits you out of nowhere - body going rigid as he smirks.
“Didn’t even have to touch your ‘lil clit to get you to cum, hmm?”
Your cries only get louder and louder and the ringing in your ears drowns out anything Minghao says after; too lost in the pleasure to recognize anything other than his cock still thrusting into your fluttering walls.
“Mm, I bet her face looks so pretty right now, huh?”
Drool drips from the corner of your open mouth - soft stuttered breaths escaping you as you try to regulate your trembling body.
Minghao opens his mouth to speak when he hears a faint knocking at the front door; eyes glancing over to the closed bedroom door for a second before the grip in your hair is loosening and you feel his warm chest against your back when he leans over your tired body. Cock still snug between your warm, wet walls as you mewl.
“Oops. I think you all know what that sound was, huh?” Chuckling, he reaches a free hand around, gently wrapping it around the column of your throat to keep your head upright as he stares into the camera.
“We’ll have to end the show here~ Hope you all enjoyed watching 8′s Room~ See you next time~”
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the intern
Peter Parker x Reader (college au)
requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!
warnings: language
summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with
a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.
On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.
Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.
“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”
“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”
The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.
Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.
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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.
“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.
“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”
“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.
“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.
“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.
“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’
You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.
‘Thank you so much for helping me out’
(…)
‘No problem, anything for a friend’
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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.
The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.
The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.
Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.
Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.
Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.
“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”
You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”
“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”
“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.
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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…
You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.
You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.
You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.
“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”
He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.
The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”
“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–
“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.
Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.
He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?
No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.
Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.
When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.
If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.
“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.
“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.
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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.
Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.
The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.
Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.
And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?
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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?
One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.
The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.
Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?
On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”
“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”
You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.
“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.
“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.
“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.
“Yes?” Is he going to…
“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.
You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.
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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.
You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.
Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.
Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.
“He’s here,” MJ informed you.
“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.
Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.
When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”
“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.
The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.
There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.
After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”
“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.
“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.
On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.
“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.
“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.
You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”
“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.
“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.
“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.
You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.
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hi!! could i get double chocolate and cherry with kaminari, shinsou and midoriya please?❤️
idk if i did this right so im sorry if i didnt!
to anon: hey anon, no worries! you did it perfectly :)) aww i love the characters you chose for this prompt, this is adorable. enjoy some fluffy times with these sleep deprived boys from a very sleep deprived writer <3
warnings: none! just some swearing and some bad sleeping habits lmao. reader is gn!
prompt: denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou, izuku midoriya scenarios + “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways.”
denki kaminari
denki stays up late playing osu and minecraft
what can i say, he’s just a gamer man
so he’s honestly pretty reliable when it comes to you knocking on his door at late hours of the night
always the biggest cuddle bug, really happy that you go to him first out of everyone
literally drops everything for you hehe
lots of sleepy kisses too
“fuck! goddammit,” denki grumbled, shaking out his wrist as he had just failed the six star version of the intro of blend-s on osu. he had gotten rather addicted to the circle clicking game. this further resulted in denki staying up late on school nights, despite kirishima’s warnings of him potentially falling asleep in class the next day. it was fine, he could always borrow notes from you or jirou anyways!
as he went to restart the map again, a soft knock came at the door to his dorm room. spinning off his computer room chair, he prepared himself to be lectured by aizawa for the fifth time this week about breaking curfew. “aizawa-sensei, i know that i’ve been loud lately but i swear this time it won’t happen- y/n?” he stopped mid-sentence as he saw you standing on the other side of the door. “what are you doing up so late?”
you shook your head, immediately hugging his torso instead. you were clearly a bit distraught about something, but denki wasn’t a mind reader. he figured that from the way you were clinging onto him, it must have been a bad dream of some kind. “hey, hey, easy there! nearly knocked me over, huh,” denki laughed lightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before closing the door behind you. you clung onto him, face buried in the crook of his neck. it made a small blush dust across his cheeks, a warm feeling spreading through his arms as he held you close. “i hope i’m not bothering you,” you mumbled, to which denki hummed. “you never bother me, babe. it’s okay, i couldn’t really sleep anyways.”
the two of you stayed like that for a long while, denki swaying the two of you back and forth. you could feel gentle lips peppering the crown of your head with kisses. as your heart rate slowed, denki piped up. “wanna stay here for the night? my bed’s missing out on some action! and by some action, i mean sleep. i really can’t sleep.”
you snorted at his words, your eyes flicking up to his goofy yet endearing smile, his eyes bright yet a bit tired from late night gaming. he poked his tongue out at you, making you roll your eyes with a tiny smile of your own gracing your features.
“how could i say no to that?”
hitoshi shinsou
we already know he’s up at these unholy hours
not for any particular reason, just because he can’t really sleep
quite the insomniac that one
and the fact that he can’t sleep properly or well unless you’re with him
you smell like lavender in the morning too bc he puts it in his pillow to help him sleep, thank you
shinsou lay awake in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling as he waited for himself to fall asleep. it was no secret that he barely got any rest, so it was simply easier to just sit and wait until his body exhausted itself to the point where he simply fell asleep. staying as still as he could, he kept counting the amount of times he breathed in and out. it made him acutely aware of his surroundings. the crickets outside his room, the way the moonlight streamed through his blinds, the miscellaneous creaking sounds of the dorms. yeah, he definitely wasn’t sleeping tonight.
he didn’t flinch as the door to his room opened, blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light spilling into his room along with a new figure. “y/n?” he asked, not bothering to sit up. “hey, are you up? sorry toshi, i couldn’t sleep,” you explained softly, allowing the door to close behind you as you tiptoed across his dorm room. his hair was sprawled across his pillow, deep violet locks hiding his hands situated behind his head comfortably. it showed off his arms that were built from training for when, not if, he ever got into the hero course.
a lazy smile crossed his lips at your words, his heartstrings being played by you so seamlessly. “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways,” he replied with a tilt of his head towards you. he moved over a bit in his bed as to give you space to lay down next to him. you crawled beneath his comforters, inhaling the scent of lavender as you did. apparently shinsou had said that the smell helped him fall asleep easier. strong arms wrapped around your waist, encasing you in a protective embrace as your head rested comfortably against his chest. the comforter was thrown over the two of you. you felt so much safer already.
his large hands were placed on your lower back, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on your skin as his breathing began to relax noticeably. hiding your smile, you cuddled closer to him. to this day, you had never seen shinsou fall asleep so quickly since that night.
izuku midoriya
baby is up studying for a test that’s in like 2 weeks
either that or he’s on an all might video spree on youtube and no that is not the first time this has happened, it is certainly not the last
he has so many stuffed animals in his room probably, like he just has them stuffed in his closet
the all might plushies stay on the bed tho
his cuddles are unmatched tho, change my mind
izuku was pacing around his room, vocabulary words spinning about his mind as he counted them on his fingers. he was mumbling definitions to himself, going over all of them in his head before referencing his notebook to make sure nothing went wrong. amidst his ramblings, a knock at the door made him jump to attention. “come in?” he called out, watching intently as he saw you come into view. his face showed relief, grateful to know it wasn’t aizawa or kacchan complaining about his incessant pacing.
“would it be alright if i sleep here tonight? i’m worrying about my grades and stuff again,” you rubbed the back of your neck with a small smile, trying to play off your question as relaxed as you could. it wasn’t exactly a secret that you had a crush on the boy in front of you. he was kind and humble, wanting to help as many people as he could despite all the circumstances that had the world against him. it was admirable. even now, he looked so concerned from the clear lack of sleep you’ve been getting these past few days. “of course you can sleep here. ah, wait! i have to, ah,” he stumbled over his words as you looked to the bed to see not one, not even two, but four all might stuffed toys on his bed.
“oh.”
midoriya’s face erupted with crimson, shoving the plushies into his closet as he sputtered out various excuses as to why they were there in the first place. when he turned back to you, you were giggling. not at him, but because of the entire situation in general. “you’re adorable, izu,” you told him gently. a light feeling bloomed in his chest upon seeing the smile you held for him. you looked so undeniably beautiful to him, the way your hair was a bit messy and how you stood in your pyjamas. while others, including yourself, would find that you looked completely normal, midoriya loved seeing you be so casual, so comfortable around him.
“you’re sure i’m not interrupting you, though?”
midoriya returned your smile with his own, stepping forward to intertwined his scarred fingers with your delicate ones. “it’s okay,” he murmured softly, holding your hand as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him, “i couldn’t really sleep anyways.”
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their love language ; preferences
warnings — fluff (?) couple of swear words
characters — andy barber, steve rogers, jake jensen, bucky barnes, carter baizen, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw (cold light of day), august walker
a/n — just something i put together lmao asks are open for anything
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andy barber — physical touch and words of affirmation
It wasn’t unusual that Andy brought home work; but more often than not concerning. Not only was he overworking himself, but it also led him to doubt and question his own capabilities. And Y/N knew when these unwanted thoughts would start to plague Andy’s mind and she knew just how to prevent them from affecting him severely.
Creeping up behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders giving him a massage he didn’t know his body was begging for. “How you doing, handsome?” she asked sweetly as she placed a small kiss on the back of his ear. Turning his head slightly so he could reciprocate the kiss but on her hand, “Making slow but significant progress.” She hummed, moving her fingers from his shoulders and to his temples she tried to rub off the stress that seemed to have its epicenter at his forehead. “Well all that was possible because of you, angel, you and that big brain of yours.” Andy grabbed both her hands and turned to her; she knew what was gonna happen next — he was gonna argue with what she said and instead claim that he wasn’t that good and he could have done it quicker or done more. But before he even had a chance to do so, she slanted her lips on his to shut him up. “I’m gonna shut you up with a kiss every time you talk shit about yourself,” the man’s entire body vibrated with laughter as turned his chair around to face Y/N and grabbed her so she sat down on his lap, “In that case we might be kissing for a long time, love.”
august walker — acts of service
August’s dedication wasn’t only limited to his work; but also to his beloved Y/N. He’d like to think that the reason that he exposed himself to the dangers of the world is so that he could guarantee her safety. But on the instances wherein he wasn’t on a mission and instead was back home with her, he never missed out on an opportunity to make her feel safe and loved.
Since he was having downtime from a mission, he took it upon himself to bring you to work and pick you up. It didn’t matter if it was out of his way or he had a busy day, it was something he loved to do. He loved having one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her warm thigh; just like how they were right now following her departure from her work. “I noticed how your laundry was piling up, so I washed it already. Also found the missing sock you were whining about last week,” Y/N looked at August and decided to tease him as she jokingly accused him, “I knew it! You hid it somewhere in our home.” His hand that was comfortably resting on her thigh left its place and went for her sides, tickling her. Hearing her giggles, made him boyishly smile, “That’s not what happened, missy. I was cleaning the house — because you were whining about how cluttered and messy it was getting and you didn’t have the time to clean it up — and somehow found that fuzzy sock of yours in the kitchen.” Upon learning what her man was up to, she was shocked and teased him more by saying, “Are you sure you should be a CIA agent and not a house cleaner? Seems like it’s one thing you absolutely love to do.” placing his hand back on her thigh, August rubbed her thigh warmly as he spoke, “Only for you love, I’ll do anything for you.”
bucky barnes — words of affirmation
For the majority of his life, he was used to hearing gruesome and morbid orders that were tasked for him to carry out. He was so used to hearing yells and harsh voices ringing in his ears; but now since he was free from their abusive hold, he didn’t have to hear the same sounds again.
“Wakey wakey sleeping beauty,” was whispered into his ear, snapping him out of his sleeping state. Turning over, he looked at Y/N and smiled, “Are you sure I’m sleeping beauty and not you?” She just chuckled at his rebuttal as she laid her head on his chest and looked up at him, “I’m sure it’s you who’s the sleeping beauty I mean have you seen this face?” She took note as she ran her finger through his sculpted face, “Jawline that can cut deep, lips that are soft and delectable, eyes that are extremely expressive.” She then let her hand go down to where his heart was and delicately traced over it as she further explained, “And of course, what’s inside of you takes the cake of what makes you the sleeping beauty; a caring nature, compassionate to others, wit that is incomparable, and has so much love to give.” The super soldier could feel his heart swell double its current size with how comforting and heartfelt her compliment was. Grateful tears threatened to leave his eyes as she placed a chaste kiss on his chest and assured him, “Everything about you is beautiful, Bucky.”
jake jensen — quality time
“Are you free this Saturday?” Jake asked as he directed his focus from the computer to his girlfriend as she placed a mug of coffee on his working table. Curious and hopeful eyes were behind the lensed frame, hoping she would say that she was available. Leaning against his desk she crossed her arms and gave him a mocking look, “Depends on who’s asking and why,” but the puppy of man just grabbed at her forearms and pouted. “Please baby? I was hoping you’d be down for laser tag? Or if you don’t want to do that maybe we can watch a movie?” Y/N could not help but coo at how adorable her boyfriend looked; for a man who was part of the army he was too much of a softie. He despised having to be away from home for missions since he was always aching to spend time with you — and it didn’t really matter to him what it was you two were doing you could be museum-hopping, hiking, having a movie marathon, or just cuddling in bed.
Which explains as to why he was inquiring whether or not you were available to spend time with him; leaning down to kiss his forehead, Y/N decided to put him out of his misery, “Yes love, I’m free on Saturday, we can go out for laser tag.” Standing up from where he was sitting down he excitedly wrapped his arms around the woman who was now laughing at how she mimicked the elation of a child. “Thank you, baby, can’t wait to kick your ass then.”
syverson — physical touch and quality time
Having been home from a deployment, it felt odd for Sy to not wake up when the sun was barely up or to not be squished with other men in a small space. Feeling movement in the bed where he lay, he quickly opened both his eyes and looked at the source of it. “Come back,” he groggily mumbled as he pulled Y/N closer and buried his face on her neck. “What if there’s somewhere I need to be, bear?” It was a surprise when she felt him whine, this alpha of a man whined at the thought of having to be away with his girlfriend. “I am gonna have to lock you inside the house, I just came back and there’s no way I’m gonna let you out until we’ve made up for lost time.”
As she played with his short hair she pressed a kiss on the side of his forehead, “Good thing I have the week off then, huh?” his head shot up from her neck and looked at her excitedly, “No shit, baby? I get you all to myself for the whole week?” Nodding she busied her fingers again by running it through his buzz cut hair again. Feeling his thick arms wrap around her, she could feel the happiness and contentment resonate through his whole body. “I’m not letting you out of my hold, let alone my sight — I’m gonna need you all close to me and we’re gonna do everything together.”
lance tucker — physical touch
Having been involved in gymnastics at a young age, Lance’s hands were calloused and rough due to vigorous training. This then led him to be quite insecure and apprehensive when it came to physical contact with others, especially with someone he loves; for he fears they might run off once they feel the rough texture of his hands.
Coming home from a long day filled with coaching he slumped down on the couch and took a deep breath. His muscles ached and it was starting to reach the point where it bothered him. “Hey bub, you just got home?” Y/N appeared from the kitchen and sat down beside the gymnast. As if on instinct, Lance laid his head on her lap and started to move his face around — as if it was a cat begging to be pet. Chuckling she did play with his hair with one hand while the other held on to his one hand. Letting out a satisfied hum he then began to vaguely recount his day, “Long day of coaching, switching up styles, correcting postures.” At the brief recount Y/N could feel how Lance tensed up and wanted to help him out hence why she offered, “How ‘bout you lie here and let me get that lavender oil you love? Then I can give the god of gymnastics a massage.” his eyes lit up and immediately lifted his head off her comfortable lap and laid down on his stomach as he tiredly mumbled, “Thank you baby, you’re massages are the best and I love your gentle touch.”
steve rogers — acts of service
Since retiring, Steve found himself comforted by having a routine. And much of his routine involves the things he does for Y/N — the love of his life.
After finishing his morning run around the neighborhood, he immediately prepares coffee and sets out to cook breakfast. Upon padding down the stairs of their shared home, Y/N smiles at the sight of Steve placing the bacon, egg, and toast on two plates. “Good morning, honey,” she greeted him with a kiss on his lips. “Breakfast for my love,” he said as he placed a plate in front of her and slid to the seat opposite from where she was. “You have a busy day ahead of you, right?” She hummed in response to his question as she took a sip of the coffee he made, “Well I went to the gas station and made sure you had a full tank; I also prepared you your favorite lunch,” he pointed to the small lunch bag he bought her a few months back upon learning she would sometimes not have enough time to buy lunch if she had a busy day from work; so he took it upon himself to prepare lunch for her everyday. Placing her mug down, she held one of his hands in her own and looked at him fondly, “You spoil me too much; I think I’m getting too dependent on you.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a few gentle kisses in the back of her palm and spoke sincerely, “I wouldn’t mind that at all, doll.”
carter baizen — receiving gifts
Luxurious and designer brands were something that Carter always had. It didn’t matter what kind of item it was — clothes, shoes, car, appliance, or electronics — but it was guaranteed that Carter had that object through the most expensive brand they had. So it was a surprise not only to Y/N, but also to Carter himself about how excited and touched he was every time the former gave him a gift.
“Carter, I’m home!” Her yell seemed to bounce off the walls of his penthouse; one that was merely a living space but was turned into a warm and comforting home once she stepped foot in it, and in his life as well. “Hey, how was Canada?” he asked as he was seated on the sectional couch and patted for the spot beside him. Taking up on his offer she sat beside him as she placed a paper bag in his lap, “It was great! And I got this for you.” smiling, he thanked her for the gift and opened the bag as he pulled out the stuffed moose that was inside it, “A moose?” She nodded her head excitedly, “Well I don’t know, it just reminded me of you. Like you both have this cold and hard exterior; but really you both are softies,” she ended her explanation with a nervous giggle, fear settling in that Carter didn’t really like the gift. But as if he could read her thoughts he eased her nervousness with a smile and booped her nose, “Well it’s the best gift anyone has ever given me; so thank you, princess.” she sighed dramatically and leaned her back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you and laughs at her silly antics. “That’s what you always say every time I give you something.” Holding the moose with one hand he shook it around as he talked in a silly voice, as if mimicking a cartoon character, “Well that’s because I do love everything you give me.”
will shaw — words of affirmation
In his pursuit of establishing himself as a businessman and entrepreneur, Will has heard a fair share of rejections and bad news. In fact he was so used to hearing these that it was quite rare and refreshing for him to hear reminders of positivity; and it wasn’t until Y/N came into his life and served to be the breath of fresh air for Will.
Hanging up the phone call, Will let out an exasperated sigh and loosened the tie on his neck. Despite being successful in securing a meeting with potential business partners, he felt defeated as it took too much time and effort. The ringtone of his phone made him roll his eyes; though he did pick the phone up and answer the call without looking at the caller ID. “Yes, Mr. Scott?” Instead of the husky voice he was just talking to, it was instead the sweet voice of his girlfriend as she teased him, “Not a Mr. Scott, but should I be worried that you might like him more than me?” Upon hearing her voice he chuckled and shook his head, “No babe, there’s only you.” She laughed as well but despite that she was worried about him, “You alright, babe? Have you eaten?” Sitting up straight, he briefed her on what has happened so far, “Yeah I had a salad earlier. But guess what? I have a meeting with Mr. Scott, and if things go well they’re gonna be our business partners.” Her excited squeal made him excited as well, “That’s great babe! I told you that there was no need to doubt your presentation and skill!” Placing his hand on his chin, “I think you’re being too confident in me, babe” he sighed. “Well how could I not?” she said as she began listing off the qualities she admired about him, “You always get back up despite how many times you’ve fallen down, you’re determined to achieve what you want and will do all means to do so, and of course have you seen how good-looking you are? Mr. Scott would be an idiot to say no to that pretty face.” Her last remark had him roaring with laughter and shook his head at his silliness, “Oh babe, you do know how to boost someone’s confidence huh?”
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1 Million Views (M)
An EXO-SC threesome request!
This is pure filthy smut
Also PLS I know their song is 1 Billion Views but that wasn’t realistic for what I was going for lmao ENJOY!
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After adding the final touches to your look for the night, you pick up your phone and text the group chat. The group chat containing you and your two best friends, Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun, titled, unoriginally, The 3 Musketeers!
“Are you boys ready for tonight? I’m starting in 30 minutes and you’re still not here. Don’t try to chicken out on me.”
You’re a cam girl and although you normally do solo videos, you were reading some comments on one of your videos and came across a man who wrote that he would “pay extra to see this girl get fucked by 2 dudes at once!” Naturally you see your favorite words, “pay more,” and immediately start thinking about every guy you know or would even feel comfortable with fucking at the same time. You truly could not think of a more perfect pair than your best friends from high school.
You remember the day you asked them and how you were so nervous you wanted to throw up.
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“Are you guys available for a 3 way FaceTime call right now?” You sent to the group chat.
Sehun texted back first, “Yep!”
Chanyeol not too long after, “Double yep!”
You take a deep breath as you press the FaceTime icon at the top of the group chat. It only rang 3 times before they both answered.
“Hey!!” Sehun shouts.
“Are we in trouble?” Chanyeol asks in a joking way.
You just let out a short laugh before changing back to your nervous demeanor.
“Oh man. I was joking are we really?” Chanyeol speaks up again.
“No... no you guys aren’t in trouble,” You let out a nervous laugh this time.
“Come on, what’s bugging you I can see the gears in your head spinning,” Sehun asks.
“Okay okay okay. I have a very serious question. I am 100% not joking when I ask this. I need a real, honest answer. Okay?
You watch as both Chanyeol and Sehun just nod their heads, staring at the screen.
“Okay?” You repeat.
“Yes yes okay.”
“Okay, honest answer, got it.”
After they both give you the response you were looking for you finally ask them.
“Would you guys be okay with being in a video with me? Like, on my cam series?”
It’s no secret to them what you do, they are your best friends after all.
You watch as Sehun’s jaws drop and Chanyeol’s eyes grow even more wider than they naturally are.
Chanyeol speaks first. “Like both of us in a video with you at the same time?”
You nod your head unable to look back at the screen. You’re secretly glad you did this through FaceTime and not in person. You don’t think you could’ve handled it.
You hear Sehun ask a question as well. “What exactly will we be doing?”
You clear your throat as your eyes find focus away from the phone screen and on a plant somewhere in your room.
“Well we would be doing some sexual things of course. Um...you guys would be, you know, doing things to me together.” Why is it suddenly so hard to explain what a threesome is?
“So we’re having a threesome? For your cam girl series?”
“Yes, if you guys are up for it? Someone commented that they would pay extra to see it, so I can of course split the money with you guys no problem. I will be promoting on my channel as something extra premium for my already premium customers, so I will definitely be making a lot more than usual.” You’re rambling now.
“I’m down,” Sehun says with a wicked smile.
“Me too, let’s get this bread!” Chanyeol adds.
You relax with their enthusiastic answers and you three all break into smiles as you begin to plan out all the details for your special video.
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Chanyeol texts back, “Relax were outside come open the door.”
You smile and squeal getting all giddy because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined fucking Chanyeol and Sehun at some point during the time you’ve known them. Now you’re about to fuck them both! At the same time!
You open the door and your greeted with both of their toothy smiles, you can't help but give them a toothy smile back.
“Come in, guys!” You say excitedly.
You’re wearing your robe right now because you want to get their raw reaction to what you’re wearing underneath when you turn on the camera.
You lead them down the hallway to your room. In the corner you’ve got a red sheet on the wall as a back ground, you’ve got your camera set up on the tripod with a big ring light around it.
“This is a nice set up!” Sehun says, genuinely impressed.
“Sehun, I’m a professional. I have to have the best quality videos out there.” You say with a proud smile.
They both let out a little laugh.
“Oh! I almost forgot.” You pick up the two black ski masks you bought for them. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were comfortable with showing your faces on camera, so I got you these just in case!”
“Oh this is perfect, thanks.” Chanyeol says as he grabs one.
Sehun takes off his shirt before grabbing his and putting it on.
You admire his slender, yet muscular frame. His pale skin making it look even more majestic. The faint outlines of a six pack showing. You’re ready to start touching him already.
You look over and see Chanyeol has done the same. His body is just as attractive as Sehun’s. His skin slightly more tanned, muscles more defined. You want to give him a nice long lick from the hem of his pants to his neck. With their masks on, it’s hard to focus on anything but their bodies.
Your alarm goes off, pulling you out of your trance, letting you know it’s time to start. “Okay are you guys ready? Don’t forget this is LIVE.” You put emphasis on live because you guys talked about it before and had to carefully plan it so it would look as natural as possible. You don’t want your viewers knowing you’ve never had sex with them before. You like for them to think you’re a dirty girl even off camera, it really sells the persona you’ve created.
You physically place them on either side of you and look in the camera’s view finder to make sure it looks good.
You look over to Chanyeol, “Are you ready?” He gives you a wink.
You look over to Sehun and ask him the same. He responds by making a kissy face to you. You smile and press the start button on the computer, starting the live.
You watch as the viewer number climb rapidly. Once it hits 10,000 you start talking.
“Hi lovers.” You start if your most sultry voice you can muster, your cam voice. “I have two special guests with me today,” You run your hand down Sehun’s stomach, trying to ignore the way he tenses. “Over here we have Mr. S.” You move over to Chanyeol and do the same. “And on this side we have Mr. C.”
With your robe still tied, you let it slip off your shoulders just a little bit, using your forearms to keep it up. You notice in the view finder Chanyeol and Sehun both turn their heads to you, watching you.
“I hear my lovers were just dying to see me get fucked by two men. Is this true?” You watch the comments and reactions flow in on your computer. You look back at the camera with a sexy smirk and finally untie and drop the robe completely.
Under the robe your breast are completely bare and your panties are black lace, crotchless thongs. You put on a bit of body glitter on your chest, you notice your viewers love when you’re sparkly. You’ve got some dark lipstick and a dark cat eye to match.
You are sure to keep eye contact with the camera as your hands find Sehun’s dick through his sweatpants. You start rubbing him through his pants making sure the outline is very evident for the viewers to see. You look over your shoulder at Chanyeol who is rubbing himself through his sweatpants.
“Ohh lovers, I think Mr. C is getting a little jealous watching me give all my attention to Mr. S.” You watch Chanyeol pull his dick out and start jerking off while staring very deeply into your eyes. You movements almost falter on Sehun’s dick. You’re trying your hardest to keep it together, this is live!
You break the eye contact and look back to the camera, “Actually, lovers, I think this is making Mr. C very horny.” You pull Sehun’s pants down to his ankles and he kicks it off the rest of the way. “Let’s give him a little more to watch.”
You turn your full attention to Sehun and wrap your hand around his dick as you jerk him slowly. Then you pull him down for a heated kiss with your other hand. Sehun’s hands grip your waist on either side. Your mouths begin to move in sync and you slip your tongue into his mouth and he gladly sucks on it pulling a moan out of you. As the kiss gets deeper you feel a third hand roughly grab your right breast, the one closer to the camera, and you can feel the head a Chanyeol’s dick against your ass. You start pushing back against him and he lets out a moan. You let go of Sehun’s dick to pull him closer so that his is rubbing against your clit. You have Chanyeol grinding against your ass and Sehun against your clit. You could cum right now.
The hand that was on your breast is now around your jaw and pulling you away from Sehun’s lips. Chanyeol turns you so that you're now in a heated kiss with him. Sehun’s takes this moment to kiss and lick all over your exposed neck. You feel Sehun continue to go further and further down your body until feel him lick at your clit. Chanyeol lets your jaw go and you can finally take a deep breath. You let a sensual moan as Sehun encases your clit with his mouth giving it a gentle suck. You lean your head back onto Chanyeols chest and he grabs your hand and it puts around his dick. He starts fucking into your hand as you try to meet his pace.
You turn back to the camera so your viewers can watch your face as you get your pussy ate while jerking off Chanyeol. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder and even you have to admit the scene unfolding right now looks so good.
“You like how he’s eating your pussy huh? Are you going to cum on his face? I bet your lovers would love to watch you cum on his face.” Chanyeol suddenly says as his hands knead at your breast. Your eyes screw shut and you feel your hips begin to buck even more into Sehun’s face. That was so unexpected. They said they weren’t comfortable with speaking. You thought they would be silent.
Chanyeol starts sucking on your neck. “Come on, baby, cum on his face for me, I’m sure he’d love it too.” You look down and Sehun is already looking at you. You watch his tongue swirl around your clit before sucking on it again. The sight mixed with Chanyeol’s hands on your breast and his deep grunting in your ear as he fucks your hand makes your whole body come undone. You feel your orgasm take over you as you cry out that you’re cumming.
Your body starts to shake and Sehun holds your legs to keep you from squeezing his head while he helps you ride out your orgasm with soft, wide tongue licks. Chanyeol is peppering your neck with kisses, also attempting to help you ride this out.
Once you’ve finally come down, you glance over to the computer and see the view number climbing even more and lots of reactions and comments coming in. Aside from the amazing orgasm you just had, you’re also thinking about how much money you’re about to make from this special.
Sehun comes back up and pulls you to his lips, making you taste yourself. You moan into his mouth while Chanyeol finally pulls his sweatpants off. When you and Sehun finally pull away from each other you watch as Chanyeol walks closer to the camera holding his dick. Once he’s close enough, he starts shaking it around for your viewers. Oh, he loves this, you think to yourself.
“Should we fuck your sweet babydoll at the same time...” He looks back at you and Sehun, dick still in his hand, “Or take turns?” He’s incredibly comfortable in front of the camera behind that mask.
All three of your attentions turn over to the computer screen watching the viewers comments come in.
“Together!!”
“Fuck that slut at the same time she’ll fucking love it!”
“Her wet pussy can handle two dicks at the same time”
“We paid to see her fucked by two guys at once”
More and more comments of that nature keep rolling in and Chanyeol looks back to the camera, stroking his dick slowly. “Looks like babydoll’s pussy is about to get stretched out,” he says with a smirk.
There’s a rather large, pink bean bag chair behind you that you normally use for your solo acts. You take a seat on it and spread your legs as far as they’ll go, while Chanyeol adjusts the camera angle.
Once finished with camera he comes over to sit next you and shoves his index in middle finger in your mouth, knowing that he wants you to get them wet for your pussy. Sehun sits on the opposite side and shoves his same two fingers in your mouth too. Once they’re both moistened to their satisfaction they bring them down to your pussy.
Chanyeol slips them in you doing a scissoring motion to stretch you, Sehun doing the same.
It’s Sehun’s turn to talk, to your surprise. “We have to get baby dolls pussy prepared for us,” He says looking at the camera. “We want to make sure her pussy is stretched so good for the both of us.”
You lean your head back and let out a long moan as they both finger you with their index and middle fingers. You’ve never been this stretched out before and base on the size of their dicks, you’re a little nervous it might still be painful even after the prepping.
You feel someone’s thumb collect some of the wetness around your pussy and then start gently rubbing your clit. Your head snaps back up quickly and you suck your bottom lip in biting it hard. Your eyebrows crease and your eyes are screwed shit again. You feel like you could come again. Chanyeol leans in to kiss you and after not even two seconds of making out you feel Sehuns lips add to the mix. Here you are in a three way kiss with your two best friends and their fingers up your pussy. Never in a million years did you foresee this happening.
They both start moving down at the same time, kissing, licking, and sucking on either side of your neck. You can feel your face contorting again, you’re trying to catch your breath while the moans slips out very breathy. You can feel your pussy trying to clench and your legs start trembling. The warm feeling in your stomach getting warmer and warmer before spreading throughout your whole body.
“Ahhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck fuck fuck! I’m cumming again oh my fu-” You cut yourself with a loud, breathy moan as you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your face is all warm and sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your lips feel swollen. You’re sure you look fucked out and you haven’t even been fucked yet.
Once you’ve calmed down you open your eyes to see both Chanyeol and Sehun staring at you with wide eyes and their mouths slightly open. Looks like they enjoyed the show. You nod your head signaling that you’re ready for them.
Chanyeol stands first to go fix the camera angle again, this time zooming it in a little bit more to focus on where your pussy’s going to be. To help figure out where exactly you go ahead and move to sit on Sehun’s lap in the center of the bean bag. You align his tip with you glistening and already sensitive pussy and slide down with ease. Sehun scoots into a more laying down position and at an angle so the camera gets a great shot of your stretched out pussy.
Once Chanyeol gets the angle perfect he comes back in the frame, puts a little spit on his hand to rub on the tip of his dick. Then you feel him towards the back of your entrance. He sticks is finger in again trying to prepare you a little more to make this as painful as possible. Once he feels you’re ready, he finally slides in too.
The moan you let out came from deep within you. In no way did the stretch their four fingers did compare to the stretch both of their dicks did. It’s a bit painful and you have to put a hand on Chanyeol’s hip stopping him from going any deeper. You allow your pussy to get accustomed to the stretch before letting them start moving.
Once you’ve taken your hand away from his hip, Chanyeol takes it as a sign and is the first one to move. Sehun watches your face for any sign that you’re in pain and he notices you’re okay and starts moving underneath you as well.
Once they both get their rhythm they get very into it, they’re both moaning, yet they sound so different. You can’t even describe the feeling you have right now. Two dicks moving in you at the same time. It’s not the best feeling, but it’s also not the worst.
They start to speed up you can tell Chanyeol, especially, must be close. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind you, making you sit up in the process. You're a moaning mess along with them. Sehun has his feet firmly planted on the ground, allowing him to thrust up with even more speed. His hands are gripping your hips so hard, you’re sure there will be a bruise.
You and Sehun are staring into each other’s eyes. You wish you could see his whole face taken over with ecstasy. You so badly want to tear this masks off. Chanyeol lets go of one of your arms and wraps his hand around your neck. You reciprocate by using your free arm to reach back and pull him even closer with your hand tangled in his hair.
“You’re such a slut, babydoll, aren’t you?” Chanyeol says loud enough for your mic to catch.
You simply nod your head, not trusting your voice right now.
He lets go of your neck to slap your titty. “Use your voice, babydoll! I asked you a question!”
His hand goes back to your throat and you scream out “Yes!” before he tightens his hand around it again.
You hear Sehun from under you, “Only sluts can handle two dicks in her this good!”
“Yes!! You both feel so good!! I want you both to cum in me! Let me feel you both cum!!” You don't know what's gotten into you but that wasn’t part of the plan. Caught up in the moment I guess?
Nonetheless, you feel Chanyeol’s grip around your neck falter and he does one last, hard thrust into you before his body tenses and he groans loudly into your neck. He came first. Sehun goes a little bit longer, adding to Chanyeol’s pleasure with the friction, before his hips start jutting sporadically inside of you finally cumming as well with a loud moan, turning his head to the side, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open.
For a moment you three just lay there, completely fucked out and exhausted. Chanyeol pulls out and you let out a moan from feeling your pussy relaxed after being so stretched. He helps you off of Sehun and onto wobbly legs. You make your way to the camera and bend over in front of it, ready to sign off.
“Lovers, how was that?” You ask, still panting. “Was it worth every penny? I sure hope so. I love being your guys’ little slut.” You smile before biting your bottom lip and winking at the camera. “Thank you so much for tuning in, until next time.” You kiss your hand and blow it to the camera, then reaching over to your computer, you end the live.
After the live ended, you see your stats for the video and you’re completely shocked to see that you had 1 million viewers tonight!
“How would you guys like to make a couple more videos with me?” You ask turning around to see that they’ve both taken their masks off. They both looks so good right now, ecstasy still written all over their face.
They look at each other, still breathless, and then back to you, both smiling.
After tonight, you know your guys’ friendship will never be the same. But you’re kind of okay with that, because they really know how to make you feel good and fuck you out!
#exo#exo smut#exo chanyeol#exo sehun#Park Chanyeol#park chanyeol smut#oh sehun#oh sehun smut#kpop#kpop smut#smut#fanfic#exo-sc#exo-sc smut
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Bird has released demons. Bird shall raise hellfire- just kidding. It was bird all along. Have Sam writing, little beans. And yes, he is centaur-like in this fic.
Awesamdude gets tickled by his own malfunctioning robot lmao
Sparks flew from the tools in Sam’s hand, making a screeching noise that echoed through the creeper hybrid’s hidden laboratory. The light of the tool created a flickering shape over the hybrid’s welding mask, dancing to the beat of an unknown song, an unknown beat known only by the fabrics of the cosmos.
The tool powered down, Sam’s other hand coming up and, with one practiced movement, pushing his mask up and wiping his brow of the sweat that gathered there. He huffed quietly at the sweltering heat of the room. He hadn’t expected it to get this warm today. He might even need to go outside to cool off, before he started hissing from the warmth. The heat clung to him like humidity in a jungle forest, and the creeper tried to shake it off a little, before placing the tool down gently on his working table and tracing the shape of the newly built robot.
It was nicely shaped and well to his liking. It was a small little object, no bigger than the size of his hand. Its purpose, however, was infinitely bigger than its size. He needed to make a head robot, one that would be able to take care of the others and organize them for him. He had made so many for the other SMP members that, if he so much as blinked, one of them would need repairing or remodeling. After all, nobody can have a perfect prototype.
He tapped a small little button in the side, which retracted into the robot slowly. Once it had fully retracted, the robot’s little beady camera eyes opened, looking at its creator. Its wheels whirred a little and, with a bit of coaxing from him, began to wheel around on the table. He smiled at it, little floofy ears wiggling with happiness. It had worked! As he did so, however, a hissing noise came out of his mouth. He startled, stepping backwards a bit. He cocked his head, confused, before remembering the temperature. Oh… That’s why.
He moved towards the window, four legs tapping on the floor, before a small arm trapped one of his legs in its grip. He turned to look at the small robot, perplexed. Why would it do that? I didn’t.. Oh. The self-defense mechanics, hm? At least they worked. The robot pulled him more towards him, making him yelp and skid a little on the smooth floor. “Hey!” The robot beeped out a small response. “Defense mechanisms activate. Hostile mob seen.” His eyes widened a bit at that. What kind of defense mechanisms did he set up? He couldn’t recall, a side effect of working on the little thing day and night. Curse my memory!
He hissed again, albeit this time out of worry. If he died to this thing… what would happen? What would his death message be? Could he get back into his lab without it doing it again? He didn’t know, and he certainly did not want to find out. He wriggled, trying to escape the arms of the robot. It tightened the arms more in response, sending out more arms to restrain his legs. They wrapped around his ankles, grabbing at his front legs too. Once they had secured their grip on his front ankles, they pulled suddenly, making Sam crash to the floor with a loud yelp and a hiss. It tied him up with a few of their arms, checking to make sure that the arm ties were secure before retracting from behind him.
Try as he might, Sam could not see the full scope of the robot’s actions from his uncomfortable position. He struggled to use his arms to move him, but his lower body was simply too heavy to move efficiently in that manner, especially not when he would be attempting to escape one of his robots. He sighed, accepting his (probably ridiculous) death message and closing his eyes. He waited for the first impact, but no impact came. He opened his eyes, confused. What? “Hostile mob captured. Initiating part two of defense.” Huh? Since when did- He felt a claw drag over one of his clawed feet, making him giggle. “Ohoho...that defense.”
His cheeks burned green, already whimpering at the idea of getting wrecked by one of his own robots. How ironic. The robot continued to gently trace over the creeper hybrid’s feet, unknowing of what it was actually doing and to who. It sped up a little, scratching gently at the soles of his clawed feet. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise, the sensations making him giggle and squirm in his bonds. He always was the ler in tickling situations. He thought it felt amazing to be in control of the speed and the intensity. So, for him, being on the receiving end of tickling and teasing in this manner was… new, to say the least.
The robot started clawing at his feet, scratching underneath his feet claws and over his soles. Sam flexed his claws, covering his face with embarrassment. “Ehehehehehe! Whahahahahat kihihind ohohohof duhuhuhumb ihihidehehea wahahas thihihis?” He flailed around, trying to escape from its clutches. The robot took note of this, tightening the bonds more. “Escape option is not activated.” The tickling intensified, scratching quickly under his claws. He yelped out a desperate bout of laughter, pushing at the arms. “EhahAHAHA, NOHOHO-” He hissed at the robot, hoping that it would attempt to defend itself and thus release at least a few of his legs. The robot did no such thing. It moved from his feet to his flanks, squeezing and rubbing. His eyes widened, collapsing in a fit of laughter.
“AH- NOHOHO, NohoOOO!” He blushed emerald, curling up as well as he could, giggling madly. The robot paid no heed to his reactions, continuing to tickle and tease his flanks. It moved closer to his sides, making butterflies alight in his stomach. He got up as well as he could, pleading to the robot. “Plehehehease, nohohohoo… nohohoHO!” A single claw squeezed at his side, making him spasm and fall to the floor again. His ears flicked in mirth. Even though he denied he was enjoying this, his tail betrayed him, wagging gently behind him. The robot noticed this and, computing through its servos, gears clicking into place in its head.
Slowly, almost torturously, the arms moved from his feet to position themselves over his sides, ghosting over the fur there. His fur stood on end. The hybrid whimpered at the anticipation, laying himself down fully. His ears flicked backwards, straining to hear any noise coming from the robot. The robot quickly moved all of his arms down over his sides, squeezing rhythmically. Sam squealed loudly, tail wagging wildly from behind him at the surprise attack. “EHEHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHO, OHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHIHY GOHOHOHOD!” Its arms squeezed in a specific rhythm, squeezing in a wave motion as it went. His sides spasmed from the touches.
More hissing escaped his mouth from the sensations, small tears pooling in his large, coal-black eyes. He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with mirth. One of the claws released his side to trace over his lower tummy area, rubbing at the pastel green fluff there. He melted into its touch, purring a bit in his chest against his own volition. He tried to bat it away with his hand, but the claw simply avoided his hand. It buried itself deeper into his belly fluff, rubbing and petting at his tum gently. He went limp at the soft touch, flushing deeply in mortification. The fact that his own robot was wrecking him right now made the embarrassment worse. He had fashioned every arm, every claw with precise movements, late into the nights and early into the mornings. He had buffed every area with gentle, caring movements. Perhaps it was fate, paying him back for all the hard work he had put in..nope. He did not like this, no way.
Even as he denied it, his tail wiggled at the gentle rubbing on his tummy, revealing his true feelings. The robot beeped, releasing his sides from the arms’ grasp. He turned to look as much as he could at the robot, confused. It whirred, some of its arms retracting into the small inner area of the mechanism. They reappeared, making clicking noises as they went. Some had small scratching claws, and others had hand-like appendages. If Sam had the ability to, he would have paled a bit at the sight. “W-whahat? Plehehease, nohoho mohohore…” He shook his head, fluffy ears waggling back and forth. The robot, ignoring his pleas, extended back towards his sides, gently placing an array of hands and claws onto his sides, just barely on the fur. Just the touch of the arms made him shiver.
He placed his head on his arms, clicking his claws gently on the floor. The anticipation was killing him. One of the extra claws dragged gently over his spine, making him squirm and gasp quietly. The arms with hands moved first, pinching and drumming all over his sides. Just from the hands alone, the poor creeper was hiccuping and squealing with laughter. “OHOHO- THIHIHIHISS AHAHAHADD IHIHIHIN WAHAHAS AHAHA MIHIHISTAKE!” The scratching claws scratched at his tum, trying to make him melt into the touch and stop struggling. His entire body went limp, tears coming to Sam’s eyes from the stimulation. His entire frame shook from the sensations. “IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH! STOHOHOP! STOHOHOP!”
The arms on his sides slowed down to a soft tapping here and there, as if it had heard his pleas. (Finally. He didn’t build the robot to ignore his orders, Notch Almighty.) As he giggled quietly from the soft touches, the claws on his tum continued to stroke at the soft coat, making him purr loudly. After a few minutes, the tingling on his sides calmed down enough for him to speak calmly to the robot. “That...thahat was interesting, to say the least. Could you let me go now, please?” The robot complied, releasing his legs from the tangle of arms. He slowly got up, rubbing at his ankles as he did.
He turned to look at the small piece of tech, scratching the back of his neck with his claws. “Y-you know, that didn’t feel that bad. I.. I wouldn’t mind doing this again, if.. If you get what I mean?” He flushed a little, looking away from the robot, embarrassed by what he just admitted. The bot made a small beep of acknowledgement, before using one of its arms to grab onto his arm. He yelped, closing his eyes on instinct. But when no impact (or tickling) came, he opened one eye to see the little bot hanging onto his arm, staring at him and blinking a little with its tiny eyes. “Oh.” He scooped it up with his other arm, smiling and flicking his ears a bit at the bot’s subsequent little wiggle of happiness. A hissing noise came out from his mouth again, and they both startled at it. Sam remembered what he wanted to do with a start. “Ah, yes. Heat.”
He once again moved towards the window, before an arm extended and, after a bit of fiddling, opened the window outwards. He looked at the little robot in surprise. “You could have done that the whole time? Jeez. This whole thing could have been avoided!” He exclaimed. The bot beeped, looking straight at him with a knowing look, before hopping down from his arms. It drove around in a circle, before staring at him expectantly. “What do you want, little guy?”
When the robot did not respond, he cocked his head. “Do you want me to fuel you? Give you more redstone? Oh!” He grinned at the little bot, nose twitching playfully. “Do you want me to continue cleaning up your servos? That’s what you want, huh?” The mechanism responded mutually, wiggling its extended arm happily. He picked up the little thing, placing it on the table. “Okay, buddy. You better turn yourself off before I work on you, bud!” As the sound of buzzing and metal on metal returned to the workshop, Tommy and Tubbo stared at him in the doorway, confused by what they had just witnessed. “What the fuck.” The creeper made no inclination of hearing him, continuing to solder wires inside the bot. Tubbo grabbed onto Tommy’s hand, pulling him away. “Let’s not, Tommy. We’ve got stuff to do..”
“But, Tubbo-”
“Stuff! To! Do!”
As the boys ran away from the entrance, the creeper hybrid looked at the entrance, confused. “Huh? Is someone there?” Thankfully for the boys, he saw nothing through the filter . Shrugging, he went back to work. The sounds echoed through the workshop once more, ringing through the area, light flickering on his mask once again. And, if one looked closely at the little bot, you’d see it blink in and out in time with the soldering, a moment of peace in the song of the universe.
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Are u ok enough to talk about stone sky?
love how this is phrased just a very gentle 🥺 "hey bud so i see you finished a cataclysmic book series u good" but yeah actually i am...but i don't think i have a lot to say rn that isn't very obvious praise lol. it kicked my ass. very obsessed with the progression of legacy in the whole series but god when i realized that essun was dying in the same way alabaster did for the SAME reason, for love of the person burning them out and for even the smallest bit of hope for the planet i lost my mind. idk like on one hand the end of the book was the most ambiguous it could have been, like nassun is TEN (talk about being ahead of the curve btw imagine going through ur nihilism phase at 10) and we're left with nothing but possibility for her.
everything like....slotted into place with hoa's narrative too like the back of my brain was like hiiii ur degree is demanding you appreciate the way each piece of the trilogy completes a picture of the planet's history but ngl most of my brain was like foaming at the mouth over the little bits of alabaster's journal so we haven't processed anything on a crit level yet lmao. shoutout to the fact that the flashback syl-anagist chapters really doubled down on the whole yeah it's a big fucking computer for magic thing too.
also???? tell me how it took me until book 3 to see the mistborn scadrial similarities with the planet premise stuff. i mean i was like ahahaha sure is raining a lot of ash over here but i completely forgot mistborn also did the whole oh the planet got knocked out of whack via magic which caused massive ecological destruction and then it got put right at the end of the series thing. i think hoa said something about how you can never trust metal and then the scene where the proto guardians got shards of metal shot into them and that was how the earth communicated--i was like alright fuck here we are
#like the ending was so emotionally cathartic that i am still v affected by it as i type lmaoooo#that shit HURT#as a main character essun really checks all the boxes#also i read this one i didnt audiobook it that's how i did it so fast. and i FINALLY know how to spell names#isha reads broken earth
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4 times you pressed play on your song + 1 time he did - Auston Matthews
Summary: Basically, what it says in the title lmao
A/N: This was so random lmao, don’t even ask why I got this idea
Word Count: 2,2k
Warnings: none, pure fluff
Song: Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran
I.
"God, I missed date nights so much," Auston whispered, letting his arms slide around your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. You detached your eyes from the sizzling pan in front of you, sending him a quick smile as you let one of your hands trace his tattoos.
"Well, I missed you so much," you whispered, grabbing the wooden spoon and using it to mix the pasta that had just been put inside a pot. "Can you pass me my phone?"
He obliged, his warm embrace leaving you for a small moment before he was back behind you, holding you close to his chest as he overlooked your cooking. After fiddling with your device for a bit, you pressed play, the intro of one of your favorite songs filling the walls of Auston's condo, making you lean your head back into his chest.
You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
You turned around in Auston's grasp, finally facing him as you let your hands tangle themselves behind his neck, his own arms never leaving your waist. Your cheek pressed itself against his chest as soon as he started swaying the two of you around the kitchen, feeling the slow thump of his heartbeat.
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
He kissed the top of your head just before resting his chin on the same spot, letting the soft rhythm of the music lull the two of you into a stage of calmness. His hands were soft against your body, moving from your smaller back towards your cheek, rubbing the skin there gently.
We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people that talk too much
"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop missing you," Auston chuckled, letting you pull apart from him just to let your eyes find his. You leaned on the tip of your toes, arms still wrapped around his neck as you leaned in for a kiss
His lips, just as soft as you remembered them to be, were gentle, but not hesitant. He pulled your body even closer to his as he got lost in the kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before he pulled away to breathe in some fresh air. His forehead rested against yours, your bodies continuing their dance to Ed Sheeran's voice.
You got that kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us
Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it's enough for me
'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need
Your heart started beating out of your chest as you finally found the courage to say those three words back to him, your hands resting flat against his chest, making him look down at you.
"I love you," you whispered, getting lost in his dark orbs all over again, a small smile appearing on your lips as soon as he kissed the top of your head, trying to hide his teary eyes from you.
"I love you, too," he said gently, his forehead leaning against yours. Your moment was interrupted by the smell of burnt food that filled the room, right next to the sound of water hitting the burning stove.
"Shit!"
II.
"I'll probably just spend some time at home, eating take out," you chuckled, answering Auston's question about your Christmas holidays plans. "Calling my family, missing you,"
Auston was silent as he listened to you, trying not to focus too much on your fingertips tracing his tattoos. "That has been my Christmas for a while now," you joked, eyes finding the fireplace as you cuddled closer to him to find more warmth. "What are your plans?"
"My family is going to Los Cabos," he said after a beat, dropping the hand that was playing with your hair to your waist. You hummed grabbing your phone to change the song, deciding to let the soft tune of 'Tenerife Sea' play.
"When are you leaving?"
"On the twenty-second," he mumbled. Ed Sheeran's voice was the only thing that could be heard as the two of you stayed in silence. You felt Auston's heartbeat quicken when he pressed a quick peck to the top of your head. "I was wondering if you wanted to join us? Breyana has been begging to see you for ages,"
You bit your lip to hide your too-excited smile, your own heart going wild against your ribcage as you lifted yourself up from his chest to properly look at him. "And I know you've been wanting to go on vacation for a while,"
"I- uh, I'll have to think about it," you whispered, pecking his lips before getting back to your previous position, your head lying against his chest. "I don't want to intrude, you know?"
"My parents love you, Y/N, and my sisters do, too," he said. "We'll just relax on the beach, have some fun,"
You bit your lip as you looked up at him, straddling his waist as you gently kissed his lips. "I won't waste a chance to see you shirtless," you giggled.
"Is that a yes?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Count me in,"
III.
The sand was cold against your feet as you clung close to Auston, his hand gently playing with your hair as he stared at the moon. The sound of waves crashing was the only thing you could hear apart from his heartbeat, bringing you to a state of calmness.
The annual trip to Los Cabos had been a dream. You had managed to get even closer to Auston's sisters and mom, to have a great time, and to spend every single moment of the vacation with him.
"I don't want to go back home," Auston mumbled quietly, his hand still playing with your hair. "I feel so relaxed here,"
"Same," you agreed, letting your eyes gaze at the stars before finding his orbs again. When the warm, salty water hit your toes, you remembered the song. Your song.
You scrambled for your phone, finding it in the back pocket of your jeans, before letting the melody fill the air. Auston chuckled, his eyes finding yours as you rested your head against his chest again.
'Tenerife Sea' had quickly become your song after the events in the kitchen back in Toronto, and the gentle melody started to hold all of your best memories with Auston, from lazy mornings in bed, to romantic getaways during the off-season.
"I feel like you're obsessed with this song," Auston chuckled, taking your hand and making you twirl gently. You stumbled back in his grasp, your palms resting flat against his chest as you giggled.
"Aus, this is our song, now," you explained, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. "I'll never stop playing it,"
He chuckled, leaning down to press a swift kiss on your lips before looking back up at the moon. "I'm so in love," he sang along softly, slightly out of tune as he held you close.
"So in love," you took the lead, singing back just as out of tune as he did, a laugh escaping his lips as you clumsily dragged his body along with yours in a silly dance. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment with the love of your life as the two of you jammed to your song, your bodies close.
Auston's hands gingerly slipped away from yours, but you kept dancing, turning your back to him as you twirled gently. When you finally turned around and opened your eyes to pull him back in your dance, he was on one knee, holding up a small velvet box.
"Aus-" you whispered, teary eyes gazing at him as he smiled nervously.
"Will you marry me?"
IV.
You giggled as you watched your grandma interact with your husband, Auston's hand on your smaller back as you leaned against his side. Your heels had been killing your feet, and he was trying to be as helpful as he could, handling most of the conversations thrown your way.
Your name was called from the other side of the place where the reception was taking place, the DJ waving his hand as he tried to catch your attention. You could see some of Auston's teammates bringing in the projector, and the white sheet had been rolled down just for the occasion.
"We're ready," the DJ smiled your way, showing you his laptop screen where the video was ready to be played.
"You guys need anything?" You asked with a smile, ready to grab the guys a water bottle or anything they needed. "I feel like that's the only way I can thank you,"
"Just go on the dance floor, alright?" Mitch stated, giving you a quick hug before pointing at your heels. "And get those off, you're going to break an ankle if you don't get rid of those,"
You giggled before handing him your shoes, a small yelp leaving you when they announced your moment loudly. Auston looked at you from the other side of the room, a smile on your lips as you pressed play on the computer.
As quickly as you could, you sprinted towards him, dragging him on the dance floor just as Ed Sheeran wished you a happy life together as husband and wife. "I can't believe you've done this," Auston chuckled, his warm palm finding your smaller back when the chords of 'Tenerife Sea' filled the room. "How did you even get Ed Sheeran to record us a video?"
"Justin helped me out," you admitted, letting your arms wrap around his neck as you started to slow dance. "I couldn't just forget about our song,"
Auston chuckled, kissing the top of your head as other people started joining you on the dance floor. As you looked around, Steph and Mitch were quietly dancing, and right next to them were Auston's parents, having their own moment.
An excited Felix stood to the side, his tail wiggling as Breyana tried to hold him back from sprinting towards the two of you.
"I love you," you whispered, your hand gently playing with the hair at the back of his neck as you let your head fall against his chest.
"I can't believe you're finally mine," he mumbled quietly in your ear. "Mrs. Matthews sounds good on you,"
You giggled, looking up at him before kissing his lips. "I do think it sounds really good, actually," you joked, letting your hand cup his cheek as you went back into your relaxed state. "I don't want this night to end,"
"Me neither," Auston sighed with a smile, his fingers tracing figures on your smaller back. "But, I can't wait to have you in our bed, later,"
"Auston!"
+ I.
Auston woke up to the distant sound of Connor's whines, the lights coming from the cloudy city coloring the master bedroom in a dark shade of grey. His eyes found your sleeping body, cuddled gently against his side. He kissed the top of your head swiftly before making his way towards the nursery, where his newborn son was fussing.
"Hey, buddy," he whispered, a smile on his features as he gently lifted the baby in his arms. Connor's small head rested against his chest as Auston moved around the house, settling on the couch.
He pressed a few buttons on his phone until the familiar melody of 'Tenerife Sea' filled the room, making him sigh out. Connor was out in less than a couple of minutes, and Auston was equally as tired from all the waking up during the night, which led to him falling asleep, too.
You woke up after you heard the familiar tune repeat itself multiple times, your body still tired. You left the comfort of the bed to go search for your husband, only to see him cuddling with Connor, both of them sleeping.
Auston had taken his role as a dad seriously, which resulted in him having as much skin-to-skin contact with Connor as possible, just like the nurses had told him. You were sure the baby already had him wrapped around his finger. What you hadn't noticed, though, was the lack of facial hair on your husband's features.
You walked closer to your boys, lying a small kiss on your son's forehead before letting your hand card through Auston's hair, waking him up. "Hey, babe," he grumbled, protectively holding Connor close to him.
"What happened to your beard?" You asked, trying to hide a giggle as he touched his own skin. "And your stache, you loved it so much,"
"Shaved them off last night while I was waiting for the bottle," he mumbled, scratching the sleep away from his eyes as he sat back up, facing you. "I didn't want to hurt the baby with my scruff, so I just shaved it all off,"
You shook your head with a giggle, leaning down to peck his lips as you started swaying your hips to the music. "How am I the one obsessed with this song when you listen to it every day?" You joked, helping him up on his feet and letting him pull you in closer.
"Honey, this is our song," he mocked you, making you chuckle. "And Connor seems to love it, too. Ed definitely relaxes him,"
You leaned up to kiss Auston's lips, leaning your forehead against his soon after.
"I'm so in love," you sang along softly, eyes closed as you let yourself relax against Auston's body.
"So in love,"
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