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pers1st · 2 months

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can't quit you - alexia putellas x reader

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

warnings: bit suggestive, angst but happy ending

Taking a quick breath in after sleepily glancing at your phone to check the time, you shoot up in the bed that is not yours, next to the body that is not your dog's, whipping around. Your head drops as you get ever so dizzy, and you hit the nightstand next to the bed with a loud bang.

"Ow", you wince, holding your forehead tightly and pressing against it, as if that would help your pain in any way.

"Joder", a soft voice mumbles next to you as you push the covers back, revealing your still naked body. Usually, it would be dark when you left Alexia's bed, but by now, the sun had risen and you were late.

Fuck.

"Get up", you instruct her as you crawl out of the warmth of the bed, hastily gathering the clothes you'd left on the floor last night.

"Ale, we have training." The blonde is still laying in bed, the duvet cover all the way up to her nose as she shields herself in comfortability. She doesn't react to your words.

"Ale, we're late", you huff as you pull your sweatpants on. At that, the seemingly unconscious body shoots up, banging her head the same way you had.

"¡Joder!", she curses as she mimics your actions.

It's been two months since you last spent a night in Alexia's bed. Your relationship was a long and stable one, and when you broke the news to your teammates, every single one of them was shocked.

You and Alexia, however, weren't. Despite the two years you called yourself her girlfriend, the both of you agreed that it was time to call it quits. Time to go back to being friends. You let yourself become too comfortable, and, along with it - clingy. The two of you could never be apart, and you both know that it wasn't beneficial for you or Alexia individually.

Still, you know that, no matter what happened, you can always count on Alexia, and so the breakup felt less like a stop in your relationship and more like a shift. That's how you found yourself in her bed after a team night out, and then, just a month ago, the two of you silently agreed that whatever this was - it was okay. You had, after all, agreed to remain friends (with benefits, it seemed).

But the golden rule of it all seems to be that you don't stay over. You and Alexia agreed to spend time apart, to be on your own, and although it included late night calls and (sometimes drunken) hookups, you didn't sleep over anymore. You didn't wake up in her arms anymore. Until today.

"Ale, I don't have any training clothes", you sigh, the realization dawning on you that of course, you didn't pack an overnight bag. Why would you? You never stay over.

"So? Wear mine", Alexia shrugs, throwing a pair of shorts into your face. You duck away quickly and watch as the fabric gets caught on the lamp.

"Yeah, sure", you chuckle.

"You go to training, I'll be there once I've driven by my house."

"But that'll mean more extra laps, no? Just wear mine", Alexia huffs, seemingly unbothered by your problem. It's, however, not as easy as it used to be.

"I can't, Ale. We're not together anymore, we don't share clothes, we don't fucking fall asleep together!"

You didn't notice your voice raised until Alexia raises her eyebrows at you, wincing ever so slightly.

With her still looking at you like a deer caught in headlights, you grab your keys from her wardrobe and leave her behind, not caring to say goodbye.

Your ex-girlfriend confuses you. How does she not see the problem? How does she not see the gravity that comes with the night you spent at her flat? How does she not understand the problems this causes?

You huff in annoyance as you walk towards your car, knowing that you'll be running laps for a good half-hour after training, seeing as officially, you were supposed to be there five minutes ago. With the extra ten minutes it took to go home, and the fifteen minute drive to the training grounds, you know that Jona will have a very stern talk to you. The only hope you can cling onto is that Alexia is already there, and the fact that no one notices how weird it is for the both of you to be late on the same day, when you usually never are.

Jona's words are harsh, but they are nothing you can't handle. Alexia already finished her laps during training, it seems, as she is not with you while you round the pitch over and over again. With only two laps left, you speed up slightly, not noticing the figure sat on the bench before you finally come to a stop, reaching for your water bottle.

Keira raises her eyebrows at you silently as you take greedy gulps. It's not a particularly warm day, but the sun is beaming down on the pitch as if it is Summer and the excessive running left you dry.

"What happened? You're never late."

You know by her tone that she is hinting at something, but you shrug as the two of you begin walking towards the building.

"My alarm didn't go."

It's a lie. You didn't even set an alarm, with how exhausted you had been last night. Keira wants to say something else, you can sense it in the way she keeps looking at you and then back down, but you don't urge her to, because you don't want to hear it. You don't want to hear anything, really. You didn't speak a single word to Alexia during training, dodging her every time you were asked to partner up and not cheering her on the way you usually did.

Even now, as you joined Keira for lunch in the cafeteria after a quick shower, you lead your friend to the table furthest in the back, away from everyone else. She doesn't mind, though, instead yapping to you about everything and nothing. Aitana joins you halfway through your meal, and you quickly become the third wheel, though you can't exactly complain. Your head is dangerously close to exploding, with the speed that thoughts are racing through your head.

Maybe sleeping with Alexia after the breakup has been a bad idea. After all, you split because it seemed impossible to spend time away from each other. With the excuse of remaining "friends", you still partnered with her every time, made conversation with her about everything and nothing, ended up in her bed every evening just to escape mere minutes later and pretend nothing happened. It's a vicious cycle, and it needs to stop. And that realization is what's bothering you the most. The fact that you need to stop. The fact that you actually need to be apart from the woman you still love so dearly.

You don't notice Keira and Aitana already left until a new body appears in front of you. Glancing up, you find the one person you didn't wanted to see.

"Estas bien?", she asks, looking down at your full plate. Feeling nauseous all of a sudden, you declare your lunch finished and throw your wet hair over your shoulder.

"Sí", you mumble as you rise from your seat, beginning to walk to the tray of dirty dishes.

"Estas segura?"

"Sí, Ale", you huff, reaching around her to discard your plate.

"Okay", Alexia shrugs. "Are you coming over tonight?"

You shake your head, looking at her with a stare that, admittedly, she doesn't deserve. Alexia isn't the catalyst of this problem, anyways. It was the both of you who made this decision, silently agreeing on a plan that now seemed so foolish. How did you expect to spend every night with her, not allowing yourself to be embraced by her warmth and love, and not fall for her all over again? Alexia agreed to the breakup. She is okay with the two of you not being together again. So, why the hell aren't you?

"No, I can't tonight", you reply, though it is a total lie. You don't have plans at night, ever, because you always know where you'll be. Where you would have been. If the two of you were still together.

"Okay", Alexia says, though it sounds more like a question. You can't seem to stand in her presence for another second, as you bid her a quick, cold-hearted goodbye only to sprint away from the cafeteria and to the locker room to gather your bags and speed home.

Alexia and you agreed. You need to be alone. And you need to practice it, now that you can't drag yourself into her arms again. There is no space for you anymore.

You can't seem to sleep on your own. Before, you were so worn out from Alexia's persistence to wreck you in every possible, leaving you in a sleep so deep the only thing to get you to stir was your shrieking alarm. Now, though, you fall into bed with a thousand thoughts rummaging through your head, and you lie awake for hours, watching the sun set, watching the sun rise, all while tossing and turning around, desperate to find rest.

It's not difficult for the team to catch on. You sweat off every bit of concealer meant to hide the shadows beneath your eyes, and your movements are slow - hazy, almost. Your performance is average, at most, and no one had ever seen you perform averagely.

Alexia notices too - at least you hope, because there is no way she can just forget about you, is there? She watches you curiously, but she never says a word about your piss poor sprints, your late passes or weak shots.

Even Jona seems hesitant to say something - and that is what you're left with. Everyone looking, no one asking. Everyone noticing, no one checking. The whole situation is beginning to drive you insane - Alexia is starting to drive you insane. Though she is not the culprit of this, you can't help but feel your heart wither away every time you look at her and feel just a little bit of anger. This isn't how you want to feel about the woman you loved for such a long time.

It takes you exactly a week to end up in her bed again. Alexia doesn't ask why you are behaving the way you are, and she doesn't react to your hesitation to come over to hers again, which makes you crave her even more. You're a bit like a child, when it comes to these things. You always seem to want what you can't have, to want what doesn't want you. Her head just peeks up from between your thighs as you lean back into her cushions, eyes hazy and head spinning. Alexia is so, so good to you. The anger is long forgotten, at this point.

"Estas bien?", she asks the way she always does, and it causes you to chuckle.

"Sí, Ale. Muy bien", you huff, as she lays down next to you gently, her own body covered in beads of sweat. You push yourself up from the mattress with the last bit of strength you have left, gently straddling her lap as you lean down to capture her lips in another kiss. Realistically, you are worn out, at this point. You've been in Alexia's bed for hours, and the both of you are likely satisfied. But it is so hard to leave.

She chuckles into your lips, intertwining the both of your hands with hers as you finally steal another kiss from her.

This- it felt oddly domestic. There was a softness in her eyes that you haven't seen- or potentially just not noticed, since the two of you broke up. It makes you stop in your tracks.

"What's wrong?", she asks as you lean back on her lap, looking at this glint in her eyes that completely captures you. You can't describe it, but this feels so right- being here, in her bed, being on top of her, laughing, kissing, sharing intimacy, the look in her eyes as she gazes at your every inch, that it feels entirely wrong. These moments are over. Your relationship is over. You have to remind yourself, again and again.

"I should go", you huff silently, pressing one last kiss to her lips before climbing off of her. You almost whimper at the loss of contact, but you rise to your feet anyways, searching for your clothes on her wooden floor.

"You could stay." Alexia sits up, patting the spot next to her as she looks at you, following your every movement with her eyes.

"No, Ale. I should go", you remind her, and remind yourself, and pull your hoodie over your head.

"I'll see you tomorrow?", you ask, though it is a given. The two of you always see each other at training.

"Will you partner with me for passing?", she asks back, a chuckle on her lips.

"Why? Miss me already?"

You only catch the meaning of what you said by the time you are in her hallway, and you pull the door of her apartment close a little harsher than expected. Alexia doesn't miss you. The both of you know it.

It seems like a vicious cycle that the two of you are caught in. Every time you decide to put some distance between the two of you, it leaves you craving her even more. It almost feels like an addiction you are so badly trying to break, but you relapse every time, soaking in every second you can spend in her arms. You go over to hers a few times, indulging the attention she gives every inch of you, and then you leave her high and dry, the wall between you rising again as you dodge her during training and outside of it.

Just last night, you were in Alexia's arms, letting her take care of you the way she always does, letting her kiss every inch of you until there was nothing left and the two of you were breathless.

Today, you didn't speak a single word to her.

Unable to stand the silence in your apartment, you asked Keira to join you for dinner at home, after texting Alexia that you couldn't come tonight.

Alexia, obviously, doesn't seem to believe you as she knocks on your door furiously, all the while Taylor Swift is echoing off the walls of your kitchen quietly, with Keira sitting on the countertop, stirring the pasta every now and then. It is dark in Barcelona already, and just twenty four hours ago, you were with Alexia. Still, she is the last thing you expect when you open the door.

She is dressed in sweats, but she still looks so good. It takes you a second to actually recognize her presence.

"Alexia, I have-"

a guest.

That's what you intended to say, but the woman pushed past you already, barging through your apartment.

"We need to have a talk", she declares as she strides through your hallway. You only manage to catch up to her by the time she has noticed Keira, who looks between the two of you questioningly.

"You, out!", Alexia points to the door as Keira shakes her head, a grin on her face.

"But we haven't had dinner yet!", she protests with a chuckle, but at seeing Alexia's stern face, which isn't kidding in the least, she looks at you, pleadingly.

You shrug. No one disagrees with Alexia.

"Wow, just kicking me out? I'm hungry, you were supposed to feed me! I can't believe this", she mumbles as she pushes herself off the countertop, shaking her head in disbelief as she walks past you.

"I hope your food burns!", she yells from the hallway when Alexia sits down on the couch and you go to turn the stove off. The door crashes closed with a loud bang.

"That wasn't nice", you point out to your ex-girlfriend. Alexia is strict when it comes to football, but outside of the sport, outside of the captain-responsibility, she is the sweetest teammate, friend, girlfriend. Her behavior towards Keira makes you sense the gravity of whichever conversation she is going to have with you, and it makes anxiety tingle in your stomach.

"Sit with me", she orders, though it sounds more like a question when she looks at you and you can see the slightest bit of doubt in her eyes. Along with that softness. That glint.

You are next to her within seconds.

"Y/N, I need to know. If we are friends or not- I can't do this hot and cold", she starts, and the vulnerability in her voice makes you shudder. You didn't know that this affected her at all, she never voiced any complaints, but the way she looks at you makes you realize that this whole situation had nagged her more than she admitted.

"Why did you agree to this- whatever, if you don't want it?", you ask, not knowing how else to describe the situation, curious to know what she is asking of you. Does she not want you to come over anymore? Does she want you to be over every night?

"Because I can't..."

You allow her the time to search for whatever word she is looking for, knowing that she always struggled with English.

"Quit you. I can't quit you, and seeing you, holding you, if you are in my bed I can convince myself that this isn't real, that we didn't break up", she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for you to hear. She spins your head.

She agreed to the breakup. She agreed that it would be best for the both of you when you first opened the conversation of how dependent you felt on her. In truth, the realization of how much you love Alexia had only hit you when every footballer had suddenly gotten engaged, and you realized that all you wanted was to marry Alexia. The thought was scary, and it sent you into a rabbit hole for a bit, wondering silently whatever you were going to do with yourself when Alexia decided that this relationship just didn't work anymore. Now, as you look at her, you realize that it's foolish. Calling dibs on the breakup was your worst idea yet. But Alexia agreed.

"But you- you agreed, when I broke up with you. You wanted the breakup", you look at her with a questioning gaze, lingering on the freckles on her cheeks.

"Because I don't want to hold you back, amor. If breaking up with me is what you need then I'll try to survive, somehow. But that doesn't mean I want it."

At that, you throw yourself into Alexia's arms. How have you been so stupid? How have you hurt the one and only person you have ever, truly loved, just because you were scared?

You sense Alexia's hesitancy, but after a few seconds, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you even deeper into her chest. You can feel her heartbeat, and smell her perfume, and it makes you question how you have survived the past months without being hers. Her arms feel so familiar, so comforting, that you crave nothing more than to be here - in her embrace - forever.

"I only broke up with you because I was scared. I was so scared of you ever leaving me, and-"

Alexia interrupts you.

"I could never. I could never quit you, amor. You are stuck with me forever", she mumbles into your hair as she gently rocks the two of you from side to side, her arms never loosening around you. You chuckle at her choice of words, though you do admit it is somewhat fitting.

"You'll never quit me?", you ask, a slight smile on your lips as you pull back slightly. At that, she only tightens her arms around you.

"Never. I will never quit you."

notes: this is literally horrible

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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kinktober : oct 27th

anakin skywalker x finger sucking

anakin was super observant by nature, being a jedi and all — so it wasn’t hard to pick up on your oral fixation.

“stop that.” he’d gently ease the pen out of your mouth as you follow beside him at the temple, struggling to keep up against his much longer stride. his voice is soft but stern as he confiscates the pen from you, tucking it into your pocket. “should i have purchased you a chew toy?” he remarks quietly, shaking his head.

anakin had decided it was ‘take your girlfriend to work day’ since lately you’d been worrying him. super quiet, yet super clingy — and above all, always chewing or sucking on something as you stare off into space vacantly, your number one tell when you were stressed or anxious. he couldn’t keep an eye on you when he was running his errands and doing his work at the temple, so he’d decided to bring you — shoving a holotablet and stylus into your hands and telling anyone who asked a vague tale around you being a ‘journalist’ permit to follow him around for the day and report his day as a jedi for some kind of political column.

of course, you were still refusing to talk to him about whatever was troubling you — but he knew you would when you were ready. in the meantime, you found new things to stick in your mouth — a few corridors later, it was your fingertip, lightly gnawing at the skin beside it as you follow your boyfriend closely, hazed out and brain a little fuzzy and submissive from the pressured mindset you were under. you were yanked from your thoughts when anakin huffed and forced your hand away from your mouth, gripping your wrist. “what’d i tell you, hm?”

his grip wasn’t painful or tight in the slightest but it startled you nonetheless, staring up at him with wide watery eyes and a puffy blubbery bottom lip. his chest deflates and he softens instantly, pressing his lips together as he looks around for any onlookers, not wanting to cause a scene. “alright.” he speaks calmly. “okay, c’mon.” he places a warm hand at the small of your lower back and guides you until he’s pushing you into a small meeting room with a desk and two large spinny chairs. he locks the door behind him and sits, pulling you into his lap.

you sniffle into his shoulder, gripping his robes tight and he nods knowingly, having been in this situation before. he knows it’s rich coming from him, but he wishes you wouldn’t let your emotions bottle up like this, unravelling at such an unfortunate time in public rather than the safety of your own coruscant apartment. “you’re okay baby. we’re all alone now, see?” he soothes you, letting you hiccup into him as he rubs your back, bouncing you like a baby because he just doesn’t know what to do with you.

you finally pull back, the sweetest sight to him — watery eyes, sniffly nose, trembling lips, brows all furrowed in a way that softened his toughened heart. “whats that look for, hm?” he sighs, warm breath on your face soothing you as he swipes your tears away with the pads of his fingers. he wipes beneath each eye, and then your nose on his sleeve before tracing his two fingers over your swollen lips. he didn’t think about it, was simply admiring you, but he didn’t miss the way your lips parted from instinct ever so slightly.

his eyes flicker up to yours, and then back down to your lips before pushing them in a little bit— just onto the flat of your tongue. he strokes your tongue with the rough pads of his fingers and your jaw slacks a little, tongue lulling ever so slightly, eyes fluttering and body starting to relax. “thats it.” he calms you, pushing his fingers in a little further, letting you wrap your lips around them. you suck, letting out a satisfied hum as you weakly grip his wrist in encouragement.

“yeah? that all you needed, sweet girl?” he leans back, taking you with him until your head is tucked beneath his, curled on his lap with his fingers in your mouth. “just so stressed aren’t you. just needed to suck on something. my good girl just can’t face all her problems today, hm?” there’s sympathy weighing down his voice and he rocks you a little, a small whimper of agreement leaving you. he massages your tongue once more and you drool a little on your chin.

“thats okay. we can stay here as long as you need, my love. i’ll make you feel all better.”

#anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker fluff #kinktober 2023

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spitgobbler · 7 months

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Hold The Leash Tight.

Leon takes home a older puppy hybrid, not knowing what was in store for him when he comes home one day with another’s scent on him.

pairing: older puppy!fem reader x RE2!Leon Kennedy

tags: dog/puppy hybrid, handjob, usage of owner, dirty talk, subby leon, praise, possessiveness/jealousy

It was so unfair the way your owner would tell you goodnight after his showers, his cheeks flushed from the warm water and grey sweats hung low on his hips with a tempting dick print right on display. Oh god, his biceps in his white tees, you wanted to bite them, sink your canines in gently and let others know that he is your owner.

But to be honest, Leon didn’t feel like your owner. It seemed like he let the leash slip from his grasp, at least in this moment.

“I’m back from my run.” Leon calls out a little breathless, sliding his athletic shoes off with a huff.

Your ears flick up from where you laid across the couch on your tummy, tail slowing to a stop and laying flat on the cushion. You sniffed, and then sniffed again.

He smelt like a puppy and that plucked at your possessive doggy heart. Why did he need a pup? Sure, you may be considered an older puppy, but you still had plenty of energy too.

“Do you want—“ Leon’s words are cut off as you’re on him, tongue lapping at the sweat on his neck. Cheeks flushing not just from his run but from you. You’ve scented him before but never like this.

Hands snaking around his form to hold him to you, his dick is already hard against your hips from his run.

You lather his neck with your saliva to spread your scent on him before grazing his skin with your canines making him groan.

“E-Easy girl, what’s going on?” Leon questioned, trying to sounding stern, but it didn’t really work.

Humming softly, your wet muscle moved to his collarbone, coating it in saliva as well. “Smell like a pup.”

His brow raised before he realizes, explaining through his breathlessness. “H-Hah, it’s cause I met another hybrid and their owner.” And he smiles, thinking it cleared the air when it didn’t.

Ears flicking up, you growled softly and started sucking harshly against his sensitive neck, decorating his fair skin with the prettiest marks of possession.

Leon whimpers slightly, heat pooling in his abdomen as he began to caress your ears, attempting to soothe you. “You’ve never scented me like this before…”

Nothing really made sense to him, you usually weren’t like this, no, you were always on the calmer side. Today though, everything was more possessive and dominant and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it or didn’t think about it before.

“M’doing it like this because you smell like a bitch right now.” You hissed, possessiveness flaring up at the smell of another female on him.

“I just,” He stammers, mind all mushy as he tries to speak. “I thought you’d maybe like a friend to play with.”

A chuckle escapes as you begin to palm his hardened cock against his sweats. “I don’t want no pup to play with, I’m a grown woman. I wanna play with you, owner.”

Leon gasps, his forehead resting down onto your shoulder as you palm him, icy blue eyes fluttering shut.

“O-Oh god…” His breath hitches. “Okay… okay, we can play.”

The corners of your lips curl into a smile, canines flashing as he weakens at your touch, one arm snaking around him to support him.

His body flushes and begs for more, evident in the way his hips press and shift into your palm.

Leon’s voice comes out as a whine, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he gives in to his desires. Shivers rolling down his spine from the pleasurable touch, his sighs combined with your current possessive streak causes you to reach in and grasp his leaky cock.

“Good owner.” You cooed to him, speaking as if he was the one with the floppy puppy ears and wagging tail, not you.

The sweaty muscles on your owner tense as his fingers curl tighter around your hips. “W-What are you doing?”

“You said we can play, owner.” Your voice a tease, pulling his cock out causing Leon to hiss at the cold air.

A moan escapes at the sight, tail wagging behind you. It was all setting your body on fire. Each whine, whimper, and moan, even the way his cheeks flushed.

With a gentle hand, you made soft strokes, barely fanning the fire in his tummy.

He nods, the two of you still by the front door as you work him oh-so teasingly slow. “Mmh, right… I did.”

Leon’s pretty blue eyes flutter with each caress and tease, his tummy tensing and he begins to fuck into your fist with a whine.

“Ah, fuck, fuck…” His body shudders, burying his flushed face into your neck as hips rocked back and forth, back and forth.

Pulling your hand away, you giggle at the way his hips stuttered and chased after your hand, whining when that delicious pleasure was taken away.

“Don’t worry owner, I’ll take such good care of you just how you do for me.” You reassure and all he can do is hope you mean it, his throbbing dick desperate for release.

Leon’s mind is a blur and all he can register is the way you spit a fat glob of saliva onto your palm before it’s smearing all over his pretty cock, getting it nice and wet.

Soft shlick shlick shlick noises echoing his apartment and it makes your tail wag harder, the way you now owned your owner making the gusset of your panties to be all messy with arousal.

Hand gliding over his aching cock easier now and gorgeous moans spill out from his plump lips.

“Yes… yes.” Leon whines.

Rubbing your palm over his sensitive leaky tip before stroking him firmly and he whimpers into your neck, his hips moving once more to fuck his fat cock into your hand.

“Aww, owner! You’re just as needy as those puppy boys I seen from my days in the center.” You crooned, tail swishing behind you.

He shakes his head, sweaty blond hair tousling as your owner tried to deny it. “I-I’m not…”

“Oh but you are,” You respond in a tease, hand jerking his cock faster making him choke out a moan. “Bout to cum all over my hand with that greedy dick of yours.”

Leon knew it was pointless to deny that, with the way his cock was weeping pathetically and his hips moving eagerly, all he could do was whimper prettily for you.

“That bitch couldn’t do this to you the way I can, you know? What’s so good about a puppy when I’m right here?” You voiced in a low growl, soft hand fisting his cock.

“I-It wasn’t like that,” His chest heaves and he slips his arms around you for more stability. “M’Sorry… just please, please let me cum.”

His words make you chortle and you nudge his head away from the crook of your neck to lick at his mouth. “My handsome owner.”

Leon’s cock kicks in your hand, pink supple lips parting for your long doggy tongue to invade. Spit swapping in a sloppy kiss as you bite his lower lip gently with a moan of your own.

“Come on, owner.” Rubbing your palm over his messy cock tip between long firm strokes, his abdomen tightening as he moans lowly and into a whimper. “Be a good boy.”

His fingers grasps the back of your shirt, brows furrowing as he felt the pool of arousal overflow and his climax washes over him intensely.

“I’m a good boy, m’your good boy.” Leon slurs, his fat greedy cock spurting warm thick ropes of his seed into your palm, his hips slowing as you gently jerk out the last few spurts.

Pressing soft kisses and licks against his face as his body trembles against yours, legs weak from the mind numbing release and the run from earlier. Leon sighs, nuzzling into you.

Your eyes soften, ears relaxing as you drink in his blissed state, jealousy fading away for now. “You smell so good now,”

Leon panted and nodded before groaning, his cock twitching to life again when he watches your long doggy tongue lap and clean his cum off your fingers.

“Hah, fuck… don’t do that.” He complained with a whimper. “G’nna make me want more.”

A giggle bubbles from your throat as you kissed him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. “Told you you’re greedy like those puppy boys at the center!”

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elvenisms · 1 year

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drunk on you —; s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader [2.4k]

summary: Steve is a needy, needy drunk, and you just can't get enough of it. 18+ MDNI

cw: smut, fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, sub!steve, dubcon (they are both drunk), unprotected p in v (don't try this at home), mention of oral (male receiving)

author's note: always need more sub!steve in my life, so i got a little carried away. my first piece of writing on tumblr in, like, 5 years. enjoy!

masterlist

Tonight was one of your favorite kinds of nights.

Eddie’s trailer was littered with empty bags of snacks, beer bottles, and nearly bursting at the seams with how loud the music was playing. In the middle of the room, Robin and Nancy were holding hands, jumping around in a circle, screaming out the lyrics to I Wanna Dance With Somebody; they were just drunk enough to go full slumber party mode, which was highly typical. Coincidentally, Eddie was just drunk enough to sing along, sat back on the couch with a huge grin on his face.

You would’ve joined the pair, had Steve’s arms not been so cozy around you. You were sitting in his lap, hips between his thighs, his arms snugly around your waist. Now and then, he’d drunkenly rest his head on your shoulder, nuzzle his nose into the side of your face, or press a kiss to your neck. God, he’s adorable, you thought. You thought that every day, but when you were drunk, it turned into every minute or so.

During one of his nuzzles, Steve’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Take me home.” His voice was breathy, higher in pitch.

There were lots of reasons tonight was one of your favorite kinds of nights, but one in particular: Steve was a needy drunk. Needed to kiss you, needed to touch you, and needed you to take care of him. It was a special, wonderful change of pace from being constantly cared for by him—one that sent a warm, jittery feeling down your spine.

You could feel his arms around your waist tightening as he began to pepper soft kisses behind your ear, down your neck. It made thinking through the logistics of getting your drunk selves back to his house harder, to say the least. And speaking of hard…

You turned your head towards him, trying to keep it together. “We’ll have to walk. There’s no way either of us are driving.”

“I don’t care.” He replied immediately, his lips coming off of your neck just long enough to say it.

Unsure if you could last another minute without taking him on Eddie’s couch, you redirected your attention to the group; a lull in the music made for perfect timing. “I think we’re gonna head out.” You bit back a smile, trying to be discreet. Oh, who were you kidding, Steve was still mouthing at your neck, he’d just moved to the other side now.

Eddie laughed out loud when he noticed the spectacle, kicking his feet like a little kid. Robin did much the same. “No driving!” Nancy, as motherly as she could in her state, wagged a finger at you. “Why don’t—” She hiccuped. “Why don’t you just use Eddie’s room?”

“Absolutely the fuck not!” Came from Eddie, causing Robin to drop to the ground in an even bigger fit of giggles. Even Steve was laughing now, all five of you trying to catch your breath.

“We’re walking!” You managed to get out, patting Steve’s leg to signal you were getting up. “And I would not be caught dead banging in your room, Eds, no offense. I don’t think you’ve cleaned in… like… seven years.”

“Eight, actually.” He held back more laughter, the stupidest things hitting everyone’s funny bones at this point. Within a few moments, you and Steve were saying your sheepish goodbyes, the rest of them poking fun until the door was closed behind you.

Absolute idiots, you thought, and I love them to death.

The walk to Steve’s was cold, but the promise of what was to come paired with the alcohol in your systems made it bearable. He was all smiles and gentle touches; at one point you said you’d race him, but you both nearly fell flat on your face, so that stopped pretty quickly.

By the time you reached his door, he could hardly keep his hands off of you—clinging to you anyway he could, kissing any spot he could reach. His silly grin had been replaced with a furrowed brow and a desperate look in his eyes. He had no idea how crazy it drove you to see him like this, needing you so deliberately, hair messy, nose red from the outside air. So, as soon as you were inside the house, you kissed him with a ferocity you’d been holding back since Eddie’s.

It was enough to make him stumble backward, but he immediately adjusted, gripping you like you might float away any moment. It was messy, a little rough, not how you’d usually handle him in this state, but you needed to get it out. Your hands slid into his hair, grabbing the strands with your fingers, and he practically whined. “Need you, baby, please.”

“I’ve got you, Stevie.” Your voice was warm and low as you thumbed across his pouting lips. “Gonna take care of you, babe. Let’s go upstairs.”

He nodded, entwining your fingers with his and leading the way to his bedroom. He immediately flopped onto the bed, causing you to giggle as you fumbled with your shoes, tossing each one aside. Soon enough, you were crawling into the bed as well, lowering yourself so that you were lying on top of him.

You put your lips on his gently, and he brought a hand up to cup your face, deepening it. “You’re so pretty like this,” You whispered between kisses, feeling him harden against your abdomen. “Needy for me.” You needed to tell him now, instead of sober, when he’d get all shy and embarrassed about it. One of these days, you’d convince him it was the sexiest thing ever.

His hips softly bucked up against you, unintentionally, and he made a beautiful noise. “Couldn’t stop thinking…” He pushed some of your hair aside to kiss your jaw. “...At the party.”

“What were you thinking about?” You asked sweetly, hand traveling down to palm him through his jeans. “About—oh—about you r-riding me,” His hips began moving to meet your hand, fingers squeezing your hips. “Cumming in you.” God, help me, you thought.

“I can make that happen.” You bit your lip, resisting the urge to absolutely ravish him right now. It’s always better when you wait. “Need some of these clothes off, though.”

Steve nodded, already completely lost in you, and pushed himself upright, allowing you to grab the edge of his t-shirt. You pulled it over his head, and quickly did the same to yourself, his hands immediately finding your chest as he laid back again. His eyes were open wider than they had been the past three hours, and it made you chuckle.

“I love this one,” His fingertips traced over the red lace on your bra. “S’my favorite one.”

“I know it is.” You preened, consistently amazed at how you’d bagged the sexiest dork in history.

His fingers traveled around your back, and it took a bit more effort than usual to undo the clasp. Once he did, though, he was kneading at your breasts, his hips beginning to cant up again. “Fuck, baby, so gorgeous,” His eyes squeezed shut, and the combination of his hands, hard-on, and praise made your breath hitch. “Need you so bad, so, so bad.”

Your head fell back, enjoying the sensation for a few more seconds, until you started toying with the button on his jeans. You were trying with all of your might to go slowly, to fight against the way your brain was going fuzzy, but Jesus Christ, you just wanted him mewling beneath you—and you knew he would be soon enough. The role reversal was intoxicating.

Both of you were nearly nude within a few moments, Steve straining even harder against his briefs as he felt the warmth pooling in your underwear. You leaned down to kiss him, lifting your hips to keep him from grinding against you, though everything in you screamed to let it continue.

“Want you in my mouth, Stevie,” You breathed against his neck, kissing the moles there. “You want that?”

He whimpered then, at both the loss of contact and the proposition. “I do, but, don’t think I’d last,” His hands ran down you wildly, your neck, stomach, thighs, as if they wanted to be everywhere at once. “Close just from this.”

Embarrassingly, a small noise left your lips just from hearing that; it almost sounded like a beg. You quickly decided that you couldn’t deny him anything else. “That’s okay, baby.” You cooed, brushing some stray hairs away from his forehead. “Want you so bad, gonna take care of you, okay?”

He was all uh huhs and pleases now, and you moved down to slowly remove what was left between the two of you, chests heaving in anticipation. Steve was achingly hard, which made him look even larger than usual—you wanted to take a photo of him like this, a sheen of sweat on his skin, hair mussed, lips kiss-bitten and pink. A piece of heaven.

“D’you need me to,” He panted, far too gone to form a full sentence. “Don’t want it to hurt.”

On a normal day, he was insistent about getting you ready for him, opening you up with his fingers; he refused to let you experience any kind of discomfort, unless, of course, you asked for it. You found it highly endearing that he considered it now, as desperate as he was.

“No, baby.” You laced your fingers with his, a small smile on your face. “I’m ready for you, promise. Sit up for me, yeah?”

He nodded quickly, removing his hand from yours to push up from his palms, his back now against the headboard. You moved forward to straddle him, and his hands found your waist, squeezing the skin there. “Love you so much,” You cooed, drunkenly, pressing more kisses to his jaw. “My boy.”

“My girl.” Was all Steve could manage, though you knew that meant I love you, too.

You reached between the two of you, rubbing the head of his cock between your soaked folds, and it made him keen beautifully, jaw slack, eyes closed. Finally, you began to sink down on him, elliciting a long, low moan from both of you.

“Baby, baby,” He whined, his face finding the crook of your neck, and your hand slid up the back of his neck. “I know, Stevie, feels so—” A groan broke through your lips, feeling yourself filled to the hilt. “—so good, you feel so good.”

You moved your hips, beginning to slowly grind against him. His fingers immediately dug into your back, pulling you as close as possible. His skin against yours was warm, safe, perfect. The small, choked noises he made caused you to clench around him, making his cock twitch in return. You were both completely adrift in each other, sure that the house could be burning down around you without notice.

His hands began to wander again, searching for purchase, and you could feel his breathing grow more labored against your neck. “What do you need, baby?” You whispered softly, hips still moving at an agonizing pace. When his head tilted back, you had to choke back a sound at the way he looked. A complete and utter mess.

“Need—just,” Words failing him, his fingers gripped at your hips, pushing you down on him even harder with each grind. It hit you right where you needed him, and a filfthy sound fell from his lips, the combination making you wonder how longer you’d last.

“Shit, baby,” You breathed, your fingers coming up to card through his hair. “Need it harder, yeah?” Steve nodded furiously, nosing against your cheek. There was no way you could deny him this way, pupils blown, jaw slack.

Your fingers wrapped themselves in his locks, like an anchor, before picking up the pace with your hips. He cried out immediately, pressing himself even deeper in you, making that familiar warm feeling spread through your abdomen. “Sh-shit, fuck, thank you, thankyouthankyou,” He babbled, fingertips certainly leaving bruises on your hips, and you relished in the feeling, your mind an endless stream of Steve Steve Steve.

“M’gonna, fuck,” He sounded almost pitiful, and it made staving off your release difficult.

“Let go, Stevie, c’mon,” You coaxed, giving his hair another tug, and that was all he needed to turn white-hot.

The noise he made was obscene, hips stuttering up into you, face pressed to your chest. It sent you straight over the edge with him, your walls squeezing him desperately, amplifying the near-pornographic sounds between the two of you. You clung to each other through it, coming down slowly, entirely blissed out. Your grip on each other subsided, but you stayed where you were, chests heaving, tangled together sweatily.

“Thank you.” Steve kissed your collarbone, coming to rest his forehead against your own. He was smiling sweetly, eyes hooded from drunkenness and exhaustion.

“Thank you.” You emphasized, probably looking much the same. “You’re… God, you’re something else.”

He chuckled at that, and you slowly rose from his lap, careful not to overstimulate either of you. You grabbed one of his t-shirts from the dresser, sliding it on, and padded your way to the bathroom for your responsible, post-sex pee. Once you’d returned, Steve was tucked beneath the comforter, already asleep.

You took a moment to admire him from the doorway, shaking your head softly, before climbing in beside him, drifting off just as fast.

“Last night was amazing.” You smirked, seated at Steve’s kitchen table the next morning, tucking into some breakfast. “Love it when you get like that.”

“Like what?” He asked from the kitchen, feigning innocence. He rounded the corner, holding his own plate, and took a seat next to you. You gave him a look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The smug look in his eyes said he definitely did know what you were talking about, and he had enjoyed every second. You decided two could play at this game.

You shrugged, taking another bite. “Maybe you should ask Eddie, Robin and Nance.” He choked a little on his food, making you grin. “You started pretty early.”

He groaned, bringing his hands to his face. “No I did not.”

“Oh yes,” You stifled laughter, “But, it’s alright, I’m sure they’ll have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His fingers parted over his face, one eye peeking through. Your smile was enough to break him, both of you dissolving into a fit of giggles, his face slightly redder than it was before.

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so scarlet (it was maroon)

in which eddie gets everything he dreamed of - except you. based off of "maroon" by taylor swift.

→ warnings: smut, severe angst, hurt/no comfort, 18+ minors dni

→ pairings: rockstar!eddie x fem!reader

→ wc: 11.3k+

→ a/n: don't mind me, just trying to see if tumblr will let me finally post this. this is cross-posted from ao3 (and wattpad)

ao3

"When the morning came, we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again. Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend"

“You’re fucking with me,” Eddie sits up to stare at you, lit joint still dangling between his ringed fingers and the last of his latest hit lingering in a ghost of white smoke on his lips.

“I’m not,” you laugh at his reaction, tilting your head forward just enough for where you were sprawled out on his bed to get a better view of him, “I’m scared to take cold medicine now.”

“There’s no way you got high off of the recommended dose!” he cackles, shaking his head in disbelief, a hand coming down on your shin to ground himself. You watch his shoulders shake with laughter, how his curls come down to curtain around his reddening cheeks and his reddening eyes, how his doe eyes are pinched shut and crinkled in the corners.

A map of a million lifetimes, branching out from the corner of those eyes. A million lifetimes, a million possibilities, a million futures. And every single one of them begins and ends with Eddie.

If you stare for too long, you’re going to say something you regret in your high, so you sit up as he had in order to snatch back the joint, “Stop babysitting. Aren’t you the one who’s always chastising me on ‘puff, puff, pass’?”

He feigns offense, mouth wide open and face scrunched up adorably so, as you take a delicate hit. The smoke enters your mouth quickly, wasting no time as it barrels down your throat and curls into every crevice of your lungs. Your chest aches slightly at the intrusion.

His eyes never leave yours. He watches the glaze continue to intensify over them as you slowly exhale. His thumb begins to trace gentle arches over the bare skin of your leg as his warm palm shifts upward, inching until it’s over your knee and resting on your thigh. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Learned from the best.”

“That you did, sweetheart. That you did.”

He holds his free hand back out for the joint, and your fingertips brush as you return it to him.

“So what? Was it better than this kind of high?” he teases before bringing it to his lips. They’re pursed in preparation, and you only lose your concentration for a moment before remembering to answer him.

“I dunno, Munson. You’ve got some good shit here but… Dayquil might be giving you a run for your money,” you mock, tilting your head and leaning in closer to him. He’s grinning again, looking up through shy lashes before he takes his hit.

This time he doesn’t exhale immediately into the cloudy air of the room. Instead, he takes you off guard as he shifts on the bed and pulls you closer. Soon enough he has you in his lap, draping one arm around your waist as he takes the hand not holding the joint and gingerly grabs your jaw.

You already know the drill. You’re familiar with the process of his shotguns as his fingers tap your cheeks and you let your mouth fall slightly open, leaning to meet him halfway. He still doesn’t exhale, not until his lips have grazed over yours lightly, teasing before he finally seals the two of you together. The kiss is messy, as it always is with him; your tongue can’t differentiate between the taste of him and the taste of the smoke as he presses the kiss deeper. You’re not even sure you breathed in enough to capture any of it, but none of it feels like a waste as he’s biting your bottom lip, hands pulling your hips impossibly close. The joint is eventually discarded on one of the ashtrays on his bedside tables as you lose yourselves into each other. His nose presses itself into flat against yours between hot breaths.

“We can’t-” you pull back, a trail of saliva chasing you before Eddie follows, capturing you in another kiss that you pull back from, “The joint-” another interruption with another desperate kiss, “The incense-”

“The incense will be fine, baby,” he insists, pouting slightly, “It’s not going to burn the house down.”

He kisses you once more, wasting no time to fall backwards into his pillows and dragging you with him. For a moment, you’re straddling him, hovering over him, but he quickly turns and presses your back into his sheets before he’s rolling over on top of you, caging you in. You don’t mind it. You never mind him taking up your space, your breath, your mind.

A hand comes up to rest on your neck as you take a moment to press both hands into his chest, forcing distance. His eyes snap wide open, and they’re shining like a dozen moons at once, even with his pupils blown out.

“And if it does? It if does burn down the house?” you whisper, hands beginning to wander, one finding its way up and around the back of his neck, toying with the curls in its path. The other smooths over his shoulder, prepared to pull him back in impossibly close even without an answer.

He’s looking down at you with all the love in all of Hawkins, in all of the world, as he smirks and answers, “Then I say let it burn.”

"And I chose you, the one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes. Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."

Within a year of graduation, Eddie had made it very clear he wanted to get out of Hawkins. Corroded Coffin had been slowly but surely crawling their way to popularity outside of Hawkins, and when the moment was right, he came to you with an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“Come with me. Move to New York. I know, it’s insane, but-”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Was it ever really a question, Eddie?”

He was it for you, and so when he’d been prepared to beg you on his knees to move with him, it had been a no-brainer. You packed up all your belongings without second-thoughts, said goodbye to the town that never really deserved either of you, and started your life in a big city.

The apartment was small and impossibly cramped, but the first night you two arrived, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if it was in the dingier part of town, or that you two were going to be penniless the next several months as you barely scraped by with rent. The moment you walked into that one-bedroom apartment, you knew it was yours, and you knew with certainty then that you had done it - you had escaped the bleary town and come out the other side.

“Holy shit,” he sighs as he places down one of the last few boxes you’d brought with you amongst one of the several piles littering the living room. You’re sitting on top of one particularly sturdy stack of boxes, the top one serving as a seat most likely filled with your books from home.

“Yeah,” you breath, looking around, completely stunned, “Holy shit.”

Eddie turns in a full circle, almost as if he was drinking it all in, before he faces you once more. His face is a blank slate only for a second before the serendipity and sudden gaiety takes over his features. He’s unexpectedly running in your direction, arms wrapping around you and lifting you off the boxes as you squeal, swinging you around effortlessly.

“We fucking did it!” he cheers over your giggles. When he finally finishes spinning you, letting your sock-clad feet find stability on the hardwood floors, he still doesn’t let you go. He only pulls you into his chest tighter, “We did it. We’re in New fucking York.”

You smile brightly, pressing your cheek painfully against his t-shirt, nodding as you echo, “We did it.”

The moment pauses as he pulls away as suddenly as he had picked you up, still radiating happiness.

“Hold on, wait here. I’ve got an idea.”

He jogs over to one of the stacks of boxes at the entrance of the kitchen as you just laugh, “Not like I’ve got anywhere to run off to, Munson.”

“You better not!” he calls over his shoulder, digging for whatever his brilliant idea was.

You disobey him indirectly by wandering across the living room, steps slow and careful as you approach the large window offering a lackluster view. All you could see, for the most part, was the large brickwall of the neighboring apartment building. It was old and faded, scattered marks of paints from clear graffiti at random intervals. The city had clearly tried to wash away the few remnants of whatever art the random city vigilantes had covered it with, but the reminders of what once was remained. A nod to the fact that sometimes, no matter how hard you try to wash away things, their legacy lingers stubbornly.

You don’t even hear Eddie setting up one of his old boomboxes with a favorite mixtape of the two of yours until it begins to play from the speakers, probably a bit more loud than you should have if you were attempting to be considerate neighbors.

But neither of you cared.

When you turn, you find Eddie approaching you steadily to the beat of the song playing. He takes a step with each beat, swaying his hips in clear exaggeration.

He’s only several paces from you when he holds out a hand, grinning like a fool as he says, “Dance with me, sweetheart.”

You take it, immediately. There’s not a trace of hesitation as you let the boy who held the sun in your eyes drag you across the barren living room, not even dancing to the beat but growing dizzy with love regardless. You let your own happiness mingle with his. As he spins you for the hundredth time, dipping you low and dramatically, you imagine that this is it - this is as good as it could possibly get. Because you’re with your boy, and you two are dancing to your own beat as the mixtape ends, and there couldn’t possibly be a more perfect person than him.

He brings you back up to him as he stands up straight, and not a word is passed as lips crash together. An eager kiss, all teeth and revelations and silent promises of forever. It’s saccharine sweet as his tongue passes over your lips, begging for more closeness. Your chests are so tightly pressed together that with each breath he gasps in, you’re forced to exhale.

“I love you,” he mutters, pulling back momentarily and staring into your eyes. His arms cradle you so carefully, as if scared that when he lets go, you’ll completely disappear from him, “I love you so goddamn much, it hurts. I can’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real, so you better believe it, rockstar,” you reassure him, “Now shut up and kiss me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he mutters, already so close to you that his lips brush against yours before he’s back on you, hot and heavy.

You’re not sure how exactly it happens, or who first starts encouraging the steps taken towards the hallway, but you end up with your back against the wall as Eddie leans completely into you. You both feel drunk on each other, giddy on your current reality. After a particularly harsh tug on his hair, in sync with a yearning squeeze on your hip, he whispers ‘jump’ into your kiss. Hands find the back of your thighs, molding them into his knuckles as he carries you into the bedroom.

The room is only filled with a few artifacts: boxes of both of your clothes, Eddie’s prized guitar propped up in one of the corners, and a mattress on the floor only covered in a comforter and no sheets yet. The afternoon light is golden as it flutters in through the open window, the sounds of the city muted by your breaths.

He’s impossibly gentle as he lowers the two of you down onto the mattress, careful as he lets you unwrap your legs and flop back. Even with his carefulness, you find your own eagerness causing your movements to be too rough, bouncing back slightly and bumping noses with him. You both take a break to laugh.

“Careful, you klutz,” he warns, balancing himself up on his forearms as he looks down at you in adoration. You don’t respond, instead lifting yourself to capture his lips in yours, pulling him down. Your teeth clash with his as you both continue to giggle into the open-mouthed kiss.

He gives in, hands roaming as they slip below your tattered shirt you’d worn for the occasion of moving. His warm hands find home on your chest, squeezing softly and thumbs flicking your already pebbled nipples in order to pull gasps from you. He lets his head drop to your neck, his messy curls tickling your nose as he presses wet kisses down your jugular. Each kiss is in sync with the heavy beating of your heart.

He stops when his path leads him down to your collarbone, sucking and nipping before releasing blooming skin to glance up at your face, twisted in euphoria. “This is real, isn’t it?”

His voice is so soft, you almost don’t hear him. But you look down at him, a boy made of contradictions - of sunshine and moonlight, of passionate and tender actions - and can only smile in serenity.

“Yeah, it is.”

It’s the only encouragement he needs to continue his worship, leaving no patch of supple skin unkissed.

"The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me, and how the blood rushed into my cheeks. So scarlett, it was maroon."

It could have been hours later or days when you’d finally tired yourselves out. It took an impossible amount of willpower, but eventually, you two had untangled yourselves from each other, leaving the warmth of your comforter to continue unpacking.

Or rather, you were unpacking. Eddie had taken to stretching out on the bed, back propped up on the bare wall behind him with his guitar in his lap, strumming mindlessly as he watched you begin to pull your clothes from one of the boxes. You took your time, smoothing out any wrinkles that had formed during the move, focused as you hung your shirts on hangers and put them away into their home in your new shared closet.

Eddie pauses whatever song he had been practicing when he catches sight of a particular shirt you pull from the box.

It’s a white t-shirt. Nothing impressive, but what piques his interest is the splotch of once-red-now-maroon painting the center of the fabric. It’s faded, feathered at the edges, but he knows the story behind that stain all too well.

“You really kept that shirt? Even after I ruined it?” he chuckles, shifting his guitar off his lap, scooting towards the edge of the bed.

You hold it up, laughing as well, taking in the stain that refused to wash out, “Yeah. Sentimental value or whatever,” you tease, looking down at him. You take his breath away like this, in nothing but his Judas Priest shirt that barely reaches your thighs, nothing but underwear on underneath, hair in tangles from your previous activities. But you’re glowing, a glow that he’s been lucky enough to witness on multiple occasions, and it takes everything in him to keep his hands to himself, “Never really wear it, though. Guess I should get rid of it, huh?”

“No,” he answers you far too quickly, “Never. Keep it forever. We can frame it, hang it in the hallway.”

You know he’s not serious, but the thought still makes you smile. You’d never really get rid of it, far too attached to the memories it held, even two years later.

Another Harrington party. Another sea of almost-adults getting far too drunk, far too rowdy. You’d been to your fair share of them, but they never really got easier.

There’s an excitement in the air you can’t place. Maybe it was from graduation, still nearly six months away but on the horizon nevertheless. Or maybe it was simply from the holiday - Halloween. Whatever it was, it buzzed through the air and across your chilled skin.

Your costume was last minute. A half-assed attempt at a pirate costume. It had been thrown together with things you could already find in your closet, for the most part - one of your more flowy white t-shirts, black jeans you’d taken scissors to the knees of in an act of temporary rebellion, heavy boots originally bought for hiking. The only real clues as to what you were had been aiming to disguise yourself as were the cheap eyepatch and doltish pirate hat you’d bought when shopping with your friends for the occasion. But you’d long forgone your eyepatch as the alcohol impaired your vision well enough without the loss of use in one of your eyes.

The hat was a cheap velvet-texture, deep maroon in color and an extravagant black feather barely holding on by the factory glue used to secure it.

Your friends had long since abandoned you. One of them went off with a jock who had caught their eye, the other getting dragged into a very serious game of beer pong. It hadn’t bothered you too much - it had left you to your own devices, nursing a cup of whatever punch had been spiked in a dark corner of the kitchen. You watched your classmates trail in and out for their own dose of alcohol without much interest. Until he walked in.

He was glued to the side of the host himself, Steve Harrington. You overheard a couple of scolding sentences coming from Steve’s lips, something about ‘cutting him off’ and how he needed to ‘compose himself’. It was entertaining, at the least, to watch the boy fumble with himself.

“C’mon, you’ve got to have more whiskey around here somewhere, pretty boy!” he whined, leaning into Steve as he lost his balance momentarily.

“No, Eddie! I mean it, you’re cut off! Now stay here or so help me God-” Steve appeared irritated, but was far more patient than you would have been as he carefully guided his friend to lean on the counter across the room from you. He left the room in a hurry, and you snickered under your breath as the predictable happened right before your eyes - once Eddie was left alone, he immediately began to pilfer for more alcohol.

It takes him a second, to your amusement, before he reappeared from the lower cabinets he had crouched in front of, letting out a loud ‘Aha!’ with a bottle of red wine in hand. He wasted no time in digging through multiple drawers as if it were his own house before he found a corkscrew, and the entire time, your eyes continuously flickered to the entrance of the entrance, waiting until Steve returned and would catch his friend red-handed (literally).

He never did, though. Eddie has enough time to begin struggling with the cork, curses and mutters falling from his lips as you watched on. You’re only pulled from your watchful gaze when you hear a loud pop, and hear a triumphant ‘Fuck yeah!’ from the boy.

Maybe you thought you should intervene, considering you were clearly not as far gone as Eddie, but you weren’t quick enough. You’d walked up behind him, about to announce yourself and stop him, when he turned suddenly, a red cup in hand that was nearly overflowing with red wine.

Eddie hadn’t expected you to be so close, hadn’t even realized he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. Immediately, the cup collided with your chest and the red wine sloshed down the front of your shirt.

You gasped, jumping back slightly, as he cursed, “Oh, shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

Wide, brown eyes found yours, looking sincere in their apology.

He looked around before grabbing a random kitchen towel, unfortunately also a starch white, and began to try and dab at your shirt clumsily.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you insisted as you felt your cheeks begin to burn. He continued to attempt to rectify the matter, clearly panicked. You have to eventually grab his wrists, pulling him and the now-ruined towel away. He looked back up.

It was almost like slow motion. His eyes met yours and you felt time stop. Your fingers stay pressed into his wrist, feeling the beat of his pulse, for far longer than necessary.

“It’s fine,” you said once more, finally prying your grip from him. You might have been a little too drunk to care, and you’re sure that sober you would be disappointed in the comfortable t-shirt now being collateral damage, but for now, it didn’t matter.

“I had no clue you were there. I’m- Fuck, I’m drunk. I’m an idiot. Sorry,” he slurred, looking down at you.

You shrugged, playing it off, “Shoulda announced myself sooner. Don’t be sorry, it’s a problem for sober me.”

You really had liked that shirt. It was a shame.

“You know, if you really wanted more alcohol, they still have punch left,” you jabbed a thumb over your shoulder, in the direction of the crystal bowl on the counter you had just been leaning on.

Eddie’s face scrunched up in disgust immediately, “Ew, God no. That shit’s way too sweet.”

You bit your lip to fight laughter, “And wine is any better?”

“It can be, when shared with someone as pretty as yourself,” he has a shameless, flirty grin on his features, raising his eyebrows suggestively at you. You broke, laughing softly and shaking your head.

He had a point. The punch wasn’t very good.

“Alright, then, mister ‘you’re cut off’. I suppose I’ll join you in your antics,” you turned to the sink, dumping the remnants of your punch before turning back to him and reaching for the bottle of wine he still held.

His hand flew out of reach, tsking immediately, “Nope. Allow me.”

It wasn’t a good idea, but you let him take your now-empty cup regardless. He put it down on the counter and focused intently on filling it, nearly emptying the wine bottle as he topped it off just as full as his own had been.

“Jesus, you’d make a shitty bartender. You’re definitely overpouring right now.”

“Hush,” is all he replied as he finished the task at hand, setting down the empty bottle once he poured the last few drops into his own cup, attempting to make up for what was now soaking your shirt. It had started to dry, becoming cold and uncomfortably sticky, but you were too distracted with the boy in front of you to care. “M’lady,” he finally handed back the cup, looking far too proud of himself for not making another mess.

“Thank you,” you teased, giving a messy and exaggerated bow, careful to not spill the wine.

Once your glass is back in your own hand, his began to fumble into the pockets of the leather jacket he wore. It led to him spilling some more of his wine onto his own shirt this time, and you considered how lucky he was that he was wearing black.

“Here,” you gave him no choice as you gingerly took the cup from his hand, freeing him up to find whatever it was he was so desperate to find in his pockets. You take the moment to glance over his costume: he was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. On his face, a pair of small, circular sunglasses were perched haph-hazardly on his nose, the lenses a barely opaque red. You noted the obnoxiously long necklace swinging against his chest, a large silver cross at the end, “What are you even supposed to be dressed up as?”

He yanked a pack of cigarettes successfully from his pocket, grinning like a fool, “Ozzy Osbourne. Duh.”

“Duh,” you mimicked, handing him back his cup of wine before turning more serious,“From Black Sabbath, right?”

His eyes lit up. “You know Sabbath?”

“A little bit,” you shrugged, but that was enough for Eddie.

He slung an arm around your shoulders, cheesy grin and all, as he rattled the pack of cigarettes against your ear. “Say, you smoke?”

You didn’t, but for him, you did. “Yeah, yeah. I could use some fresh air anyways. Lead the way, rockstar.”

"When the silence came, we were shaking, blind and hazy. How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

“Eddie, you have to call them back and tell them you’ll do it!”

“No! I can’t!”

“You can and you will.”

The fight had started over Eddie’s casual mention of a phone call he’d had earlier that day. It had been six months of New York, of bliss, of living in a pattern of waiting. Every day, you were both waiting; waiting for the next show Corroded Coffin would book, waiting for the next chance he’d have to send off yet another demo to another record label, waiting for the shimmers of what could be his big break. It had been comfortable while it lasted - the two of you were still wrapping your head around having your own routine. Of having something that’s yours.

The phone call today was the end of that waiting game.

The management of a slightly larger band, extending an offer to Corroded Coffin - they wanted them to be the opener for their next tour. It wasn’t an overly large one, it hardly spanned over three months and most of the venues were painfully small compared to what you believed Eddie should be playing, but it was an offer. Gigs, travel paid for, an opportunity for exposure right at his fingertips.

He had told them no.

“I’d have to leave. I’d be on the fucking west coast until December. I’d miss your birthday!” Eddie continues to argue. The two of you were standing in your living room, finally filling out. Shelves had collected framed photos, small knick-knacks that partially came from you and partially came from Eddie. You finally had a couch. It wasn’t a nice one, but it was a couch and it was yours. Something that belonged to both of you.

“You’d be playing shows! Selling merch! Gaining fans! This is your chance. Who cares if you’re not here for my birthday? We can celebrate over the phone, who cares?” your voice was breaking from frustration, not understanding how Eddie isn’t more excited. Instead of the joy you had expected to find on his face when he revealed the news to you, all you could see was fear. He was petrified. You finally drop your voice, taking on a soothing tone as you step in front of your boyfriend, taking his face in shaking hands, “Eddie, I’ll have other birthdays. But this? If you don’t do this… there might not be other tours.”

You could feel tears building up, some from exasperation, but most for the boy in front of you. This was his chance. He was your entire world, and you couldn’t let it pass him by.

He has tears mirroring in his own eyes, searching your face frantically, “I… I don’t want to be away from you. Not right now, not when we’re just figuring all this shit out.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you tearily laugh, “Where would I even run off to, huh? No, stop this bullshit - don’t be an idiot. You go pick up that phone right now and tell that band they have an opener, and a damn good one at that. Right now.”

He’s frozen, leaning his cheeks into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. He just wants to live in this moment. He doesn’t want to think about the enormity of the decision in his hands - he just wants to stay here, in your arms, in the space you two had come to call home.

When your thumb swipes one of his escaped tears from his cheek, he caves. His voice is a ghost of a whisper. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll go call them. But- But when I get back, we’re celebrating the hell out of your birthday, do you understand me? Fuck Christmas, Jesus has had, like, thousands of birthdays. When I get back, all I care about is you.”

You believe him. You believe him with your entire being, never once worrying about him missing something as trivial as the celebration.

“We sure will. Now go on, rockstar. Catch your big break.”

He finally smiles for the first time since he broke the news.

At the moment, all you saw was a world full of beginnings for your boy. This was it, the moment you’d been waiting for, and you couldn’t have been happier for him. The rose-colored glasses never gave you the chance to see it was the beginning for the two of you - the beginning of the end.

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us. I feel you, no matter what."

“I miss you.”

Those three months couldn’t have dragged on slower if they tried. But Eddie kept good on his word; every night, like clockwork, he called you. The two of you would take about anything and everything: he’d tell you about the latest crowd that included people who seemed to actually enjoy Corroded Coffin’s set, you’d tell him about the takeout you had for dinner after nearly burning your shared kitchen down, he’d mention the names of cities you could only dream of visiting, and you’d indulge him in theatrically stories of your latest customers from Hell at the small dinner you waitressed at.

“I know you do. I miss you too, Eds,” you sigh over the line, curled up on his side of the bed, even though it had finally stopped smelling like him. Long gone were the scents of late night cigarettes and woodsy cologne, replaced by a nauseating sweetness of your own shampoo and perfume. You hated it, but you’d never let him know that. Not when he seemed to actually be so happy. His breakdown over the offer seemed to fickle now, as it was clear he was enjoying himself. He was living out his dream. Something neither of you had fully processed yet.

“Hey, just two more weeks, right?” you whisper, eyes staring into the shadows across the room. Two more weeks. Fourteen days, and he was all yours once more.

It was your birthday. And it had been the most lonesome to date - a few coworkers had convinced you to go out for drinks after closing up the diner, but the entire time, you had just been anxious to get home and prepare for your phone call with Eddie. Just as the two of you had said, you had committed to somewhat celebrating over the phone.

“Do me a favor. Go into the kitchen real quick,” his voice instructs over the line, and you perk up slightly.

“What? Why?”

“Just trust me, sweetheart.”

You do as he asks, making your way out of the bedroom and down the hall. The apartment is dark, and a bit cold, but you don’t pay it any mind as you make your way to the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m in the kitchen. Now what?”

“The drawer to the left of the fridge. Open it.”

“Our junk drawer?”

“Yes, the junk drawer,” his tone is teasing, never growing irritated with your endless questions, “Open it.”

You hadn’t really touched the drawer since Eddie left, normally only discarded random pens and junk mail filling it. But you're shocked when you find the drawer more organized than you remember it - and in the center of it is a pack of candles.

“Candles?” you ask softly, a smile playing at your lips as your free hand reaches down to grasp the package. You flip it around in your palm, heart warming at the notion, but still feeling confused, “Babe, I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t exactly have a cake, or even a cupcake, to put these in.

“You don’t? Damn it. If only I had thought of that,” he hums in a teasing tone, making you lower the hot phone from your ear and glare down at his caller id that illuminates the screen, “Well. What a shame. Hey, do you know the time by chance?”

“Munson, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you mutter, turning to look at the clock over your oven, “It’s 7:59. What’s your game here?”

He doesn’t answer, leaving you further puzzled, instead mumbling what sounds like to himself, “Three, two-”

“Why are you counting down?”

“One.”

A loud knock echoes through the apartment, causing you to jump.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” you hiss over the line, gripping the candles impossibly tight.

“Go answer the door.”

“If you’re on the other side of it, I’m kicking you straight in the-”

“It’s not,” he interrupts, “I wish it was, sweetheart. It’s not. But just trust me, yeah? One last surprise, promise.”

You grumble your entire way to the door, still holding the package of candles as you stop in front of your front door. You pause, taking a deep breath.

“That doesn’t sound like you’re opening the door.”

“Give me a second. Jesus, for all I know, you hired a hitman and I’m about to be brutally murdered when I open this door,” you bite back, and you can hear his guffawing laughter over the line. Your chest burns, wishing you could hear it in person instead, imaging the glee on his face in the moment.

“Not a hitman. That’s for after we have life insurance, baby,” he drawls, and you finally muster the nerve to reach out and twist the knob. You swear you can hear chattering on the other side of the door.

It takes you some struggling as you refuse to let go of the candles, but when you finally swing the door open, you gasp.

There in the threshold stands your friends from Hawkins. Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Johnathan Byers. It’s clear that Nancy and Steve are mid-argument when you open the door, but Robin stands there, proudly showcasing a birthday cake in front of her, shit-eating grin on her face.

“Surprise!” she yells, capturing the attention of the rest of the gang that you and Eddie had left behind. Everyone faces you now, beaming, as you immediately go teary-eyed.

“Oh my God,” you gasp out, dropping the phone and candles to the floor, in shock. Steve steps in first, chuckling as he pulls you into a hug. It’s only then that you notice the bouquet in one of his hands, cellophane crinkling from how tightly he’s holding you. He shuffles the two of you out of the way just enough so that everyone else can enter.

“Your face! God, Munson was right, that was so worth it!” Robin barks as she steps up to the kitchen table and sits down the cake. She’s the next to hug you, yanking you out of Steve’s grasp and nearly crushing you, “Happy birthday,” she whispers happily into your ear, swaying the two of you as she continues to embrace you. You catch sight of Steve over her shoulder, wearing a look of amusement, chuckling and shaking his head.

Jonathan is the one with half a mind to pick up your abandoned phone and candles at the sound of muffled yelling over the line. He wastes no time, putting Eddie on speaker.

“Hellooo? World’s best boyfriend here, remember me? Wow. Can’t believe you’ve already forgotten me. Guess I’ll go fuck myself.”

You laugh as Robin finally lets you go, reaching up to swipe away the tears of jubilation.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “She’s in shock. Give her a second, Munson.”

Jonathan continues to hold your phone as you’re passed into Nancy’s arms and then his. Each whisper their own soft ‘happy birthday’, rubbing your back gently until your focus is back on the phone.

“Edward Munson-”

“Ah! There she is! She lives! And remembers me!”

“Fuck off,” you half-sob, half-laugh. It may not have been as good as him standing there, on your doorstep and embracing you, but it was damn good, “You’re so dead when you get home.”

“Dead? Wow. Weeks of planning only to meet my demise,” he sighs dramatically, “I suppose it’s a good way to go. At the hands of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Beat that, Harrington.”

“Way to stay humble,” Steve chimes at the mention of his name, still grinning. He suddenly remembers the flowers in hand, suddenly thrusting them in your direction as he says, “From Eddie, by the way. He told me if we didn’t get you flowers, he’d castrate me.”

“And I meant it! That’s still on the table if you guys don’t make this her best damn birthday ever.”

“I’m sure he would,” you sniffle, reaching out and gripping the flowers. Your heart cracks slightly, not knowing how to tell him that despite how absolutely endearing the surprise had been, it’d be impossible for them to make this your best birthday.

He wasn’t here. It could only make the top of the list if he were here.

You feel no resentment, though, as you bring the flowers to your nose, smiling until your cheeks ache. “Red carnations. Pretty,” you hum, lost in the moment.

There’s a beat of silence before Eddie’s voice rings out across the room.

“Carnations? Harrington, I said red roses. You’re a dead man walking.”

"And I lost you, the one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes. Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."

Once Eddie returns home, it’s just as he promises - he almost doesn’t even make it through the door when his lips find yours at 3 AM, his suitcase thrown off somewhere to the side of your entryway. He’s too busy to care about anything else but you at the moment.

“Fuck,” he gasps between kisses, “I fucking missed you. God, I missed you.”

You’re silent as you nod in agreement against him, just eager to feel his touch once more. You’d waited three months too long for this moment, ever since he first left through that door for the tour.

“Needy, baby?” he teases, just as breathless as you are when the two of you finally pull apart, him kicking the door shut behind him. Your hands are grabbing weakly at the lapels of his jacket, too eager to be embarrassed, “God, always so needy for me. Just how I fucking like you.”

He’s always talkative, even during sex, but you have no patience for it tonight. “Shut up.”

“Aw, now that’s no way to greet your boyfriend you missed, is it, baby?” he eggs you on, looking down at you and your swollen lips with a wicked grin.

You open your mouth to snark back, but he refuses to give you the chance before he’s picking you up, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” you shriek, but laughter laces the protest. Your hands grip the back of his t-shirt as he begins to walk down the hallway, and you start to kick your feet out of defiance, but a sharp smack sounds through the quiet apartment as he playfully slaps your ass, putting an end to the kicks.

“Yeah, you better warm up those vocal chords,” he chuckles. The moment you’re back in your bedroom, he’s quick to toss you onto the mattress, finally mounted on a frame. The comforter flares around you, your head sinking into a pillow as Eddie is quick to remove his jacket and shirt, climbing up the bed between your legs, “Gonna have you chanting my name like a goddamn prayer, sweetheart.”

He removes your pajamas as he has a thousand times before, but it still doesn’t feel fast enough. You find yourself squirming, trying to help him pull off the flannel pants and t-shirt you’d stolen from his side of the closet, but he stops all movements immediately.

He shakes his head, hovering above you, his hair like a curtain around the two of you as your top lip brushes his bottom one and his mint breath fans over your face. “Slow it down for me, yeah? Wanna enjoy this,” he murmurs.

You obey, stilling below him save for your chest, rising and falling rapidly with waiting breaths. He finally dips down, his pick necklace tickling your collarbones as his mouth covers yours.

A culmination of three long months is spent into the kiss. All the restless nights, long phone calls, endless yearning. You can tell that he had missed you, longed for you, just as much as you had him.

It’s languid, the way your body reacts to each of his touches. As far as it was concerned, no time had passed. He does as he had said, taking his time, savoring each kiss he presses down your throat and over your breasts. He’s memorizing each crevice of you, every soft curve he’d dreamt of for 91 days.

Your squirming resumes when his hot breath reaches your navel, but he doesn’t scold you, bringing his hands to your hips and pressing them down into the mattress. “Let me show you just how much I missed you. Let me take care of you, baby.”

He’s enjoying it, the sound of your whines a better soundtrack than any of the music that had damaged his eardrums during the tour. His fingers dance over your bare skin, skimming right over the band of your underwear and tracing lines down your thighs. It’s agonizing - the waiting is terrible.

Terribly worth it, as it turns out.

When he finally decides to speed up his teasing, bringing a finger to brush across your clothed slit, you gasp. Your hands twist into the sheets at each side of you, but he isn’t having it.

“Now that’s not where those belong,” he mumbles, a hot breath over your panties sending shivers down your spine. He’s quick - his fingers suddenly hook into the waistband, and he’s pulling them down and off over your ankles with an eagerness finally matching your own. He throws them aimlessly to the bedroom floor, joining the rest of your discarded clothes recklessly. Neither of you care - you won’t be needing them the rest of the night.

He settles into the mattress, a leg thrown over each of his shoulders before he grabs your hands and guides them to tangle into his hair. He’s still taking his time, sucking his way up your inner thighs and leaving flowering bruises in his wake. Once he reaches where you want him to most, where you’re aching for him so pitifully, he pauses.

He repeats his earlier words, “God, I’ve missed you.”

He takes you by surprise as he dives right in, tongue flattening and licking a long stride up, starting at your entrance. His nose bumps over your clit before his tongue begins to dance circles, painting a secret language between the two of you over the sensitive bundle of nerves. One of his hands joins him, middle finger circling your entrance slowly before he presses in. He sets a pace quickly, pumping the finger a few times, tongue working magic, before he adds a second one. They curl with intention, pressing into the spongy spot of your walls that he knew like the back of his hand. It’s the exact spot that makes your back arch off the bed.

He pulls back his mouth, fingers continuing to pump and curl vigorously as he looks up at you dreamily. He eases one of his arms over your hips, pressing down, holding you in place.

He’s a dream. A goddamn dream. He’s finally here, looking up at you, grinning like a Devil as he watches you unravel at his hand.

“So pretty. Always so, so beautiful, but especially like this,” he says more to himself, but you hear him, a moan falling from your lips. His mouth returns to you, lips latching onto your clit, sucking harshly.

“Fuck,” you breathe into the still air of your apartment room, not caring if the neighbors hear but your chest too heavy to grow much louder, head fuzzy and all-consumed by him, “Eddie.”

He was right. His name falls from your mouth in pants, chanting to him as if he were your God.

It only spurs him on, fingers working expertly as he alternates between sucking and lapping at your clit. You can hear how wet you are for him, how close you are before the knot forms in your abdomen.

“Oh my God- Oh, fuck. Right there,” your hips buck involuntarily into his face, and he loosens his grip on your hips, letting you, “I’m gonna…G-Gonna…”

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he encourages, fingers curling harshly, “Cum on my face, baby. Do it.”

He puts his tongue back to work, You force your eyes open to catch sight of him, buried in your pussy, admiring how pretty he looked from this angle. The sight of his tousled curls, twisted tightly in your grip as you yank mercilessly, is all it takes for you to finally come undone.

A broken prayer, repeated over and over as a warmth rushes over you. Your vision goes white, eyes tightly screwed shut, toes curling and thighs clenching over his ears. It doesn’t phase him, continuing his assault until he’s sure you’ve come down. You have to tug on his hair, more intentional this time, to pull him away from you due to how sensitive you grow.

He rises, letting your legs fall limply against the mattress as he wears a boyish grin on his slick lips. Slowly, he makes his way up to you, back to the virtues of patience as he takes his time to finally kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a bitter sort of sweetness, as he cradles your face.

“You good?” he gently asks against your lips. You can barely move, nodding lethargically.

“So good,” you croak, a smile breaking out. Your eyes crack open to see him looking down at you with pure adoration, “I missed you.”

You start to run your hand down his chest, reaching the zipper of his jeans before his hand stops you.

“No, not yet. We’ve got plenty of time for that. Just wanna hold you right now, baby,” he nearly pleads. You can’t deny him, not with his eyes shining like that, so you allow him to fall into place on his side of the bed before you curl up against his bare torso.

The two of you stay that way for what feels like hours, his arms wrapped around you as he traces out constellations on your bare shoulder blades. Just outside of your solace, a bubble you’ve trapped yourselves in, you can hear the faint call of the city. Honks from cars on the street, shouts from pedestrians, the occasional siren. It’s all background noise to this moment.

“I have something for you,” he suddenly whispers as you teeter on the edge of sleep. You hum in response, lifting your head lazily. He pats you gently, signaling for you to let him stand before he walks to his discarded jacket by the door. When he returns to your side, he's gripping a small, white box, tied with a scarlet ribbon.

“A gift?” you ask, excitement helping wake you up as you sit up quickly, “For me?”

“For you,” he affirms, taking a seat beside you. Your knees bump as your hands fumble to take the box from him. A soft glow from one of the restaurants on your street floods between the curtains and into the room, a soft neon pink illuminating your features as you carefully unravel the red ribbon.

As the silk falls, you hardly can contain your excitement before lifting the lid off the box.

A necklace.

Your eyes trace over it, already fawning with appreciation for your boy, but then you catch sight of exactly what the necklace is.

“Your mom’s ring?” you can’t hide the emotion that shakes the timbre of your voice. It cracks into a million pieces.

At the end of the delicate silver chain, sits his mother’s ring. The one you hadn’t even noticed missing from his barren right hand.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, pulling you in and pressing his lips into your temple. You’re still too stunned, too overcome with a million and one feelings all at once.

“Eddie… I- I can’t… this is-”

“I want you to have it. I think she’d want you to have it, too,” he insists, taking the box from your grasp and lifting the necklace from its cotton cushion, “I know it’s not a lot, but I just… I wanted to get you something that let you know how important you are to me. Something for you to always have as a reminder that I’ll come back to you. You’re it for me, sweetheart. This is- this is real to me. The kind of real that lasts forever.”

You can tell he’s growing emotional, too, as his feather light touch brushes your hair to the side, bringing the necklace up around your neck and clasping it securely. When the ring falls to its new home at the base of your neck, cool against your skin, you can feel tears falling. He’s quick to swipe them away, his own watery irises peering into yours.

“You’re everything to me,” he says this with vindication. With such assuredness it terrifies you, burrows into your bones and claims you.

In this moment, you know he has forever stained you. There was no washing this mark he has left you off - there would forever be a piece of your heart occupied by the brown-eyed boy in front of you.

All you can do is lean forward, hands gingerly threading through his bangs as you push them back to plant a kiss on his forehead. A crimson blush spreads across his cheeks and neck at the act of tenderness.

When you pull back, he immediately lifts his fingers to the necklace he’s just gifted you, fingers careful but determined as they tug you back to him, kissing you with everything in him. He pours his soul, his body, and his heart into it.

“I love you,” you exhale against his swollen lips.

“And I love you.”

You believe him, because he believes himself. That’s the thing about endings - no one sees them coming.

"The mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon."

The next year proves you right. After that tour, Corroded Coffin became a phenomenon. A record deal falls into the boys’ laps quickly, multiple one-off shows selling out locally before the news finally comes that they are officially in the position to record their debut album.

The two of you celebrate with cheap wine, but it’s as sweet as champagne in your contentment.

The recording of the album is brutal. Night after night, you attempt to wait up on Eddie, eventually falling victim to drowsiness before he would wake you with his arrival from the studio in the early hours of the morning. You never minded, only happy for his warmth as he crawled right into bed with you, collapsing into you and letting the world melt away.

Long gone are the days of struggling paycheck-to-paycheck as the boys’ can hardly keep up with printing enough shirts for their shows, merchandise selling out in the handfuls.

You catch sight of a young girl wearing one of their shirts one day in the grocery store, and can’t help the flood of pride that overtakes your chest. Your boyfriend, your Eddie, was finally having all of his dreams come to fruition; the world was finally seeing him as the rockstar you’d nominated him as since that first night.

You can tell that it’s tiring. Eddie is exhausted by the time the album is finished, but you can also sense the satisfaction he felt at finally completing it. When the first demo arrived, he wasted no time in electing you to be the first to listen to it. It was an entire ordeal - the two of you ordered your favorite take-out, curling up on your couch and pressing together as the same boombox that had played that mixtape on your first night in your home now plays his songs.

Your reaction was exactly as he had expected, as he had hoped for.

You had always been his number one cheerleader through it all. With each new song, you were gushing to him with admiration and reverence. Pointing out lyrics that tugged particularly taut on your heartstrings, praising the guitar solos and vocals he’d worked tirelessly to perfect. You don’t leave a single stone left unturned, claiming this was your new favorite album.

“Careful, sweetheart. You’re really stroking my ego here,” he warns, but his smile shines as brightly as your own.

“Eddie, this is… this is… it’s fucking incredible!” you cheer, completely at a loss for words. You weren’t exaggerating - to hear all of his hard work paying off, to have watched him grow from covering Metallica in a stuffy garage to this left you starstruck. You were in absolute awe.

He blushes, playing with his hair and bringing it up to hide his emotional reaction.

The album could fail. It could become nothing more than a whisper in the night, but the fact that you liked it was all that mattered to him.

You look at him earnestly, taking his cheeks in your warm and soothing palms, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

And you were. You continued to be. The album was a hit.

It climbed the charts with ease, just as you expected. Local alternative stations played it on loop. You were sure to hear it at least once during taxi rides, and had even heard it playing softly over the speakers at the gas station on the corner by your apartment complex. Eddie had been with you, and took pleasure in getting to inform the cashier that it was his song playing, his band was on the radio.

It was New York, so the cashier couldn’t have cared less, but it made you glow with pride.

But with a hit album came a new slew of responsibilities for the band, including a headlining tour.

The night that the band’s manager called Eddie, informing him they were set to start planning the tour, he’d run into the room, so frantic you were worried something bad had happened.

“Holy shit!” he yells, causing you to shush him once you recovered from the scare he’d caused you. He ignores you, grabbing you off the bed, lifting you up and spinning you, just like the very first night, “Holy shit! We’re going on tour! A headlining tour! I’m going to be a goddamn rockstar!”

Once you process his news, you become just as animated in his arms, “What? No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way!”

“Oh my God!”

“I know!”

You hear banging on the wall from the neighbors, probably shouting at the two of you to quiet down, but neither of you can contain your excitement.

“I’m going to be a goddamn rockstar, baby,” he laughs deliriously, placing you back down so that you’re face-to-face with him, “A rockstar.”

“You’ve always been a rockstar, pretty boy,” you giggle, cheeks sore with elation, “The rest of the world is just finally getting the memo.”

The planning takes a while. Part of you is grateful, selfishly drinking in and enjoying the time you have left with him before you’re sure he’ll have to leave for an extended period. The names of cities you had never had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with once again enter conversations, talks of how far and wide the band would travel becoming Eddie’s favorite topic.

You’re proud of him, you really are. But reality seeps its way into the crevices.

What starts as the possibility of a brief, three month tour - something the two of you had already faced and defeated triumphantly - quickly turns into six months. And it doesn’t stop there. Six months could become eight, easily, with adding in a few pit stops to radio stations to guarantee continued radio-play. There’s talks of signings, of meet and greets, of music festivals. The more time given to planning, the more time given for the band’s popularity to grow even more.

The entire thing expands without consideration, lifting Eddie right up with it, right out of your reach.

The night before he’s set to leave for tour, your anxieties are getting the best of you. You had helped him pack, going over the list of necessities with him three times too many. He had everything he needed, packed tightly into a suitcase - everything except you.

That night, you sit on your side of your shared bed, watching Eddie pace with excitement. You feel guilty that your own anticipation can’t quite match his. All you can think about is how long he’ll be gone: eight months, two hundred and forty five days. Five thousand, eight hundred and eighty hours. Over three hundred thousand minutes. You’d done the math.

“Fuck,” he sighs, finally throwing himself down onto the bed beside you, “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

You can’t bring up your insecurity, your fears, to him. Not when he’s so happy. Not when he’s finally getting everything he’d dreamt about for so long, worked so hard for. No, it would be selfish to share your unease at the time and distance about to spread between the two of you.

Besides, you had done it once before. Not on this scale, of course, but you convinced yourself it would work out all the same. He would call as often as he could. He’d be coming home to you. It would pass - it would work out.

“It’s real, so you better believe it, rockstar.”

An echo of the past. A time that felt so far away from the two of you now. This time around, as you say them, you don’t feel the same joy coating your tongue.

Your tone is supportive, so Eddie doesn’t taste any of the disdain. Later that night, as he’s kissing you, hips rolling to meet yours in a sacred promise, fingers intertwined in yours as you pant each other’s names back and forth, he still doesn’t taste it. All he tastes is euphoria. And he brings you right to it with him, over, and over, and over again.

Euphoria tastes metallic by the end of it.

He leaves bruises painted up and down your neck, covering your collarbones and chest like an art piece hanging in the Louvre. You can’t help but wonder how long it will take for his marks to fade, for the physical reminder that he was here and in your arms to disappear from your grasp.

As he makes love to you, it begins to feel like a goodbye, because it is.

He doesn’t mean for it to happen, but it does.

The first month follows similarly to how his first tour did. Nightly phone calls, whispered love confessions and discussions of each other’s day. For a moment, you convince yourself that all of your fears and anxieties had been silly. They almost recede from your mind completely, fading with his love marks on your collarbone.

But then it begins.

Phone calls become less frequent. Every night because every other night, until they’re eventually weekly. At some point, you only have the privilege of hearing his voice over the line monthly. It is a slow burning fire, turning everything you had built with him to ashes. Conversations that once could drag on for hours turn to ten minute discussions that end in him rushing off the phone, someone on the other end of the line demanding his attention more urgently than you did.

You can’t even fight it. You need him, but they need him more.

You know you’ve lost him when he stops saying he loves you. It’s subtle, you don’t even believe he’s noticed, but one night’s phone call is cut particularly short, and the end arrives.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry, but they need me for soundcheck,” he says, the line staticky with white noise, making it hard to hear him.

He’s never felt farther away, and they’re not even on the west coast leg of the tour yet.

“Oh,” you whisper, disappointment gripping your lungs, “Oh, that’s fine! Go, they need you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. You miss hearing that in person, that soft laughter in the shell of your ear over inside jokes and one too many glasses of wine. “Rockstar duties and all. We’ll talk more later?”

“Of course. Go give ‘em, Hell,” you keep your tone light, but the tears have started to build up across your waterline, “I love you.”

The line goes dead before you can even finish your sentence. The dial tone echoes back to you, and it doesn’t matter how hard you strain, no words of affection can be deciphered in its deafening ringing.

That’s when you break.

The flood comes, tears racing down your cheeks as you roll over and clutch the pillow that you’re not even sure was once his. The bed no longer has a clear boundary, a side that belonged to him and a side that belonged to you. It’s all muddled together now. You’re not even sure you’d recognize the smell of his cologne now.

A heart has never broken so quietly. The sobs are there, but no sounds escape your mouth as you whimper. You had always known it would be hard, everyone had warned you, but you had always assumed you could take it, because Eddie would be by your side, hand slotted with yours as it was the two of you against the world. But now you stood in the storm, and the space beside you was eerily empty. It was all a bit much. A gaping hole forms in your chest that night, gory as it bleeds scarlet red for a boy a world away, and you know that there is not a single bandage in the world to heal it.

He doesn’t call back after that, and the hole tears larger.

There’s a few texts here and there. But none of them ever say the three words you so desperately crave from him. You feel like strangers.

After two months of radio silence, save for two text messages from him, you’ve made up your mind.

He never calls, so you never tell him. You gather what belongings can be called solely yours, which isn’t many, and you write a letter in your cowardice. You find an apartment on the other side of town. There’s a nice job waiting for you, something that pays better than waitressing.

You leave your key on the kitchen counter beside a vase with wilted carnations.

"I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy (it was maroon)."

Six months later, the ache never fades. He calls. When he returns from tour to find an empty apartment, cursive letter calling it quits, he calls. You almost consider changing your number at one point.

There’s a flood of text messages. Small letters on a shining screen filled with all the words you needed to hear so many months before. All of the things he should have said, now revealed too late.

You don’t reply, because if you reply, you’ll change your mind.

You tell yourself it’s for the best. That in order for him to achieve what he’d wanted, he couldn’t have someone back home weighing him down. You were a road bump on his path to everything he was destined to be, and this was for the best.

At some point, he gets the message. You wish he hadn’t, selfishly so, but he does. The phone calls stop. The text messages don’t light up your phone at midnight anymore. You keep up your end of the lease on your once-shared apartment, sending checks to pay your half of the rent until the lease agreement has ended. You have no clue if he moves. Returning to that side of town would simply hurt too much.

A new normalcy is found. It is a lonely one, but it is one all the same. Sparse phone calls are still exchanged with your friends from Hawkins, but none of them ever bring up Eddie. You’re sure they know, that he had told them, that they had witnessed the aftermath (if there had been any). They were always his friends first, though, and so when the calls dwindle, it doesn’t surprise you.

It’s a year later when someone mentions his name to you. You had kept up well enough with Corroded Coffin, the last remnants of your past life being something you couldn’t get rid of. You knew they were thriving; they were in the talks of releasing a second album, and going back on tour soon. His name is mentioned when a coworker brings him up.

They ask you if you want to attend the Corroded Coffin show with them next week. They have a spare ticket and would prefer to not go alone.

You lie and say you have plans.

But the only plans you have on that bustling night are the ones spent in your apartment. Your one-bedroom apartment is in a nicer part of town, better views out of the window now. When you pull back the curtains, you don’t find a brick wall forever tainted by what once was - you can see the entrance to a music venue that’s sign currently advertises tonight’s show.

CORRODED COFFIN, ONE NIGHT ONLY - SOLD OUT

You avoid the window at all costs as you get yourself ready for bed that night. Neighbors had already off-handedly warned you it would be a noisy night, claiming you’d feel as if you were at the show yourself based on proximity. On your way home from work, you bought earplugs.

But the night grows older, a chill in the air as the clock strikes ten, and you can’t help it. You’ve been laying in bed for hours now, earplugs in, only feeling the faint thrumming of intense bass for less than an hour when you finally stand up. You approach the window timidly, scared of what you find. Maybe a ghostly reflection of him, standing in the street, holding up a boombox playing a mixtape of your favorite songs.

It’s a bitter hopefulness that is full of childish dreams.

When you stand in your window, curtains pulled back and earplugs finally disregarded on your nightstand, Eddie Munson isn’t standing on the street. All that is there is the neon glow of a red sign that shatters crimson shadows across your cheeks.

He’s not on the street. He’s too busy on the stage inside, being the rockstar he had always been destined to be. The one he could be now that you had let him go.

All that you see as you look out the window is your own tired reflection, donning nothing but a wine-stained t-shirt and a delicate, silver chain around your neck, a ring you couldn’t bring yourself to return resting heavily between your collarbones.

"That’s a real fucking legacy to leave."

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cameronspecial · 1 month

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A New Kind Of Normal (Prologue)

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: A night at work leads Y/N to the bed of the Prince of Kooks and it results in a small miracle.

Masterlist

Working at a catering company is not exactly Y/N’s life dream, but it helps her pay for tuition so she deals with it. The black cocktail dress she is forced to wear for this event is driving her insane. It is itchy and so short that she worries every few minutes her underwear will show. She is struggling with the heels, fearing she’ll trip with no way of catching her fall. The tray in her hand holds lemon buttercups that make her mouth salivate like a dog. She navigates around the wealthy partygoers and offers anyone who looks interested a sweet treat. Most people barely look in her direction, let alone thank her; the wealthy really need to learn some manners. At least she only has three more hours of this.

For once, Rafe didn’t get high as soon as he got off of work. He knew he had to accompany his dad to this networking event and he wasn’t about to make the same mistake of going to a work event high again. Not after last time. His regret for being sober is starting to grow, but the smell of vanilla makes him glad he can think clearly. Her bright smile is the second thing he notices after her vanilla perfume. It amazes him how she can still be so happy, knowing she’s been working since the start of the night. He wants to go get a lemon buttercup just to have an excuse to talk to her; however, the button on his suit jacket has another idea. It falls off of its string and starts rolling away from him. They watch as the button gets farther away and both go after it. Their eyes are focused on the button, which causes them to run into each other.

Buttercups go flying everywhere and Y/N falls flat on her bum. Rafe tries to stop his fall, but all he really does is change the direction he falls in and he tumbles on top of her. His chest presses against hers. She feels his breath fight against hers and she tries her hardest to keep the attraction out of her eyes. Her mind snaps back to reality. She quickly pushes him off of her and she stands back up.

Her hands search for the tray so she can go back to the kitchen to replace the soiled treats. He wants to go after her, but his dad stops him in his tracks under the pretense of talking to a client. The rest of the night is spent looking for the vanilla-scented waitress. He finally sets eyes on the one person he wants to see near the end of the night. Her body sits in a nook hidden away from everyone. She has her knees folded close to her chest and he can see she is reading something placed on her lap. The cold night air breezes through her hair, getting into her face but it doesn’t seem to bother her. The dress she is wearing absolutely drives him crazy. It hugs her curves perfectly and with the way she is sitting, he catches a glimpse at her underwear, which he has to pull himself to look away from her. “I’m glad I found you again, Buttercup. We didn’t get the chance to talk last time.”

She looks up from whatever she is reading, giving him a small smile that doesn’t compare to the one before. He vows to make her give him that smile again. She can’t help but admit that she thinks he is funny and handsome. She thought that everyone at the event would be a high society person, who would look down at her. But whoever this guy is, he talks to her like she is human. Joking around with her and flashing her a charming smirk. His blazer is thrown across his forearm and she finds it attractive how the sleeves of his button-up are folded up his arms. It takes everything inside of her not to smile like an idiot when he speaks to her. “And it’s Button. Did you manage to get your button back?” she asks. He walks over, sitting on the wall across from her, “Yes, thanks for trying to help. Sorry, I knocked you off of your feet. What are you reading?” “It’s okay. It was my fault too for not looking. And I’m reading a script. I have an audition tomorrow for a student film,” she explains, flashing him the script she is reading. He gently snatches it out of her hand, “So you’re an actress, interesting. I could see that. Anything I would have seen you in?”

“No, just a bunch of student films for university. That’s it. But one day, I’m going to move out to New York or maybe LA and then get my big break. For now, I’m okay with just going to university and acting in student films.”

“Well I’ve never seen you act, but I know you’ll make it big. I mean with a smile better than Julia Roberts’, how could you not?”

“Aww, thanks! Aren’t you going back to the party? Or are you hiding out too? You seemed to be a hit with the other business dudes.”

He looks at her with a grin, playfully knocking her foot with his, “You’ve been watching me. I’m hiding out from my father. He says I’m useless and can’t be trusted, yet he seems to want to parade me around at events like these. I just don’t understand him.” His hands play at buttoning his watch on and off. She looks at him with sad eyes, feeling bad about his parental pressures. He hates that he is the one to make her sad and all he wants to do is to give her the world to cheer her up. “I’m sorry your dad is such a jerk. The only useless thing I see here is your suit button,” she jokes to lighten up the mood. This is when she flashes him her award-winning smile and he wants to melt, “Thanks. I’m used to it by now.” Silence falls over them before Rafe feels the need to tell her more about his dad. She has eyes that tell him she can be trusted and if she is as sweet as her perfume, she must be hella sweet. “He doesn’t understand that I’m protecting him and the company. That’s me. Not Sarah. Me, Rafe. I’m the one.” His tears start to fall as his fingers press against his thumb to point toward him to punctuate his point.

She isn’t sure what to say to him; she never had any problems with her dad. She moves to sit beside him, bringing his head onto her shoulder. He revels in her touching and lets himself feel comfort in her neck. After a few seconds, he looks up at her. Their eyes lock for a second. His lips near hers and she takes the chance by smacking their lips together. Their mouths move in tandem, his tongue moving against her bottom lip to ask for entrance. She lets him in and they fight for dominance. Eventually, she gives him full control. His hands move to the neckline of her dress, moving it out of the way so he can kiss her collarbone.

Before things get too heated in public, she moves his head away from her skin. She places her forehead against his and quietly pants, “I really do want to continue this, but maybe not in a place we’d get arrested.” He loves the way she says it taking her hand into his to drag her to his truck.

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Rafe spins her around so her back slams against his door. His teeth gently tug her bottom lips and let it go to give her a kiss. His hand finds the back of her thigh, so he can hike it up to his waist. He separates for a second and brings his mouth to her ear, “My name is Rafe by the way. You’ll need to know it for when you are screaming my name later on.” She feels shivers run down her spine. His lips begin to descend the column of her neck and drops down to his knees. His head ducks under the skirt of her dress, using his teeth to pull her underwear down her legs. Once he has clear access to her pussy, he dives in to make her feel good. He starts his assault with her clitoris, swirling his tongue around the bud. Her head swings back in pleasure and her leg wraps around his shoulder. “God, I love the sounds you are making. You are doing so good, Buttercup. Do you want more?” he praises, looking up at her.

“Yes, please. More,” she cries out and brings his mouth back onto her. He gives a low chuckle at her words, moving his fingers to his mouth to get them prepared for her. His fingers move from his mouth to her vagina. It penetrates her hole and she is begging for him to give her more. Her hips start to buck to meet his movement. He adds another finger and the sound she lets out is music to his ears. Her walls start to tighten around his fingers. She lets out a loud gasp as she climaxes. He pulls his fingers out of her and cleans them off in his mouth.

Standing at full height, he towers over her now. She gives him a wicked smile and stands on his tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “As much as I love the nickname Buttercup, I want you to be yelling Y/N for what I’m about to do.” It's her turn to kneel on her knees and pull down his clothes. He can cum in his pants just at the sight of her like this. She begins by pumping his cock in her hand, bringing the tip close to her lips. She gives it a little kitten lick and then continues to jerk him off. “Y/N, Y/N. Please, take me in your mouth. I need to feel you,” he moans out, lacing his fingers through her hair to push her head closer to where he needs her. She happily envelopes him in her mouth, using a hand to bring pleasure to what isn’t in her mouth. She continues to bob her head and swirls her tongue around his dick.

She feels him twitch in her mouth, but he brings her up to full height before she can help him climax. “I want to come in you,” he begs, heading over to his bedside table to get a condom. She strips as he goes to get it, “Will you hurry up and get that thing on you? I need to feel you inside of me.” He quickly rips the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls it onto himself after giving it a few pumps. The sight of her naked makes him want to drool; he knows she probably feels self-conscious being the only naked person in the room, so he rids himself of his clothes.

Her perky breasts are calling his name; therefore, he brings his head to suck on one of her nipples. The swirling of his tongue around her bud and her head jerks forward to rest on his head. “Enough foreplay, Rafe. Get your dick back in me before I take matters into my own hands,” she orders, moving his head from her boobs by his hair. He groans at her words, “Y/N if you do that, I’m going to have to punish you.” But he obeys her demands anyway. His fingers find their way back to her core to make sure she is wet enough for him. Finally, he brings the tip of his cock and pushes into her at a rough pace. He brings her leg back up to his waist and presses his chest against hers so she has better support with her back pressed against the door. With each thrust, her back rubs against the wall in a slight discomfort, but the pleasure he is giving her makes it worth it. “You are doing so good. Look how well you are taking me,” he breathly praises him.

“What can I say? You’re pretty good at stretching me out,” she teases, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gives her a dark look, “I must not be doing a good enough job if it’s only pretty good. I have to kick it up a notch then.” As promised, his pace quickens and gets rougher as her moans increase in volume. He feels like he is in heaven and he knows he is going to come soon. His hand goes down between them, rubbing her clit to help her get close with him. His thrusts mixed with his rubbing fingers help bring her to her orgasm. “Keep going, I’m almost there. You feel amazing,” she admires as she feels herself clench around him. His orgasm washes over him too and he lets out a loud moan with his head thrown to her neck as his thrusts begin to slow down. He rides out both of their highs before pulling out of her with a peck to the lips.

She slouches against the wall a little tired from their activities and he brings her other leg up to his waist so he can carry her to the bathroom. Her legs tighten around him; her head buries into his neck. He feels the faint brush of her lips against the skin of his neck. He places her on the toilet, turning away so she can go in privacy. With her bladder now empty, he returns to her with a damp towel to help clean off her sticky cum. The condom he is wearing comes off and is discarded in the garbage. Her legs wobble a little as she tries to make her way to the sink. Rafe lets out a small chuckle at her Bambi-like walking and helps her to the sink so she can wash her hands.

After they finish getting ready for bed in the bathroom, he carries her back to his room and gently lays her down. He gets in on his side of the bed, bringing her head against his chest. She thinks of saying something to break the silence, but sleep finds her before she can.

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It has been a month since that fateful night with Rafe. She left the next morning without waiting for him to wake up. Yes, they had an amazing night, but she didn’t think he was the relationship type so she wasn’t going to put him through the awkwardness of asking her to leave. Ever since that night, she’s been experiencing sore breasts, nausea, and mood swings; however, she just attributed those symptoms to her period coming soon. The trigger that brings her to where she is now is her missed period. Her period turned regular when she was sixteen so she shouldn’t skip a month. She stares at the wall of tests in front of her, trying to figure out the best one. She feels like everyone in the store is staring at her and just decides on whichever one she can grab first.

The drive home is filled with anxious silence as she looks over at the bag on her passenger seat at every red light. She gets home and follows the instructions on the box. Waiting for five minutes has never felt this long before. Y/N paces the bathroom with the fingernail of her thumb in her mouth and runs towards the pregnancy test when the timer goes off. She looks in the little window on the test. Her panic seeps through her as she sees the words ‘pregnant’. Her first thought is to find Rafe and tell him, but then she remembers all the stories she’s heard about him after they slept together.

He does drugs. He has anger issues and hurts people. It is all completely different from the person she spent the night with, yet everyone has said the same thing. And that is not the type of father she wants for her baby. She doesn’t know if she is going to keep the baby, but she knows that whatever she decides, Rafe cannot be involved.

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fxrmuladaydreams · 6 months

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hellloo! I'm new to your blog and am in love with your work!! Could I request a smutty Lando x reader with prompts 86 and 144? Like it sounds so Lando coded to me, something cute but hot? Or if you only take 1 prompt per request, I'm happy with just 86. Thanks so much for doing this <3

send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend

warnings: !!CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!!, oral (f receiving), face sitting

Lando had been in his gaming chair for a good portion of the day. After being away for a race weekend you thought he’d be eager to spend some time with you. You thought he’d throw his suitcase to the side and he’d have his hands all over you as soon as he walked through the door.

He actually fell asleep almost immediately after coming home, his exhaustion from the weekend catching up to him. It was completely understandable for him to need rest. What was annoying was him waking up the next day and practically ignoring you.

He was testing out a new game, trying to see if it was something they could use for a new Quadrant video.

You’ve tried to pull him away multiple times now. At first it was “C’mon baby, you should rest.” Then it turned into “Let me help you relax.” Nothing seemed to be working.

It didn’t seem your tactic went unnoticed though, as you settled yourself into his lap, trailing kisses up and down his throat.

“Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” He says, his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. He smirks when he feels you freeze. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Needy girl.”

You feel your face flush as you bury your nose in Lando’s neck, softly biting at his skin.

It takes him a few minutes to finish his game before the tosses his controller to the side and scoops you up, carrying you to his bed. He takes off you clothes, kissing your skin as it’s revealed.

Once he’s rid you of your clothing, he lays with you still fully clothed. He lets you rock your hips against his, the denim of his jeans brushing against you deliciously.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He says as he kisses down your neck.

You make a face, shaking your head. “What? No Lando, I’ll suffocate you or something.”

“That’d be a perfect way to go out, suffocating between your legs.” He smirks.

“Lando…”

“Think of how fun it’ll be. I give you a couple of mind-blowing orgasms, and you let me have my favorite treat.” He gives you a small pout, attempting to break your resolve. “I haven’t gotten to have you for a week, I think I might die if I don’t get to taste you right this minute.”

He senses your hesitation but doesn’t fail to notice the way you grind yourself against him as he talks.

He lays further back so that he’s laying down flat. He softly pushes you up until you’re straddling his chest. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

You slowly move so that you’re hovering over him, a leg on either side of his head.

“What if I hurt you?” You look down at him between your legs.

“You won’t, I promise.” You don’t look convinced. “If you get uncomfortable at all, just say the word and we’ll stop.”

You nod, and take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself down onto his face. It feels different, a little odd at first, but as soon as his tongue gets to work all your worries slip from your mind.

Lando wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you locked against him as you feel yourself ride his face. A hand drops down to tangle itself in his curls, while the other rests against the wall in front of you, keeping you from falling forward.

Lando has gone down on you a lot over the course of your relationship, once even claiming “you were his favorite meal of the day”. But nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

He’s devouring you like a man starved. This new angle causes his nose to bump against your clit repeatedly as his tongue moves in and out of you.

“Lando, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, rocking yourself against him at a steady pace.

His grip on your thighs becomes tighter, as if you’d be sadistic enough to pull off of him.

When you do cum, he takes everything you give him, slurping and licking away all of you that he can. He only lets you lift yourself off of him slightly, just enough to get a good look at him.

His hair is a mess, sticking out in all different directions. The bottom half of his face is slick with remnants of your release. He’s got a proud, lopsided grin on his face.

“Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yeah, yeah it was.” You smile down at him.

He pulls you back down just as you try to get up. “I promised three, didn’t I?” He asks, his voice slightly muffled.

His tongue is back to work before you can even process his question, ready to pull at least two more orgasms out of you.

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shadowdaddies · 8 months

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Take a Seat

Ruhn Danaan x F!Reader

Ruhn Danaan knew three things, and he's happy to show you what he knows.

A/N: I had to write this because I can’t stop thinking about Ruhn’s lip ring. Have mercy on my soul

Warnings: SMUT below the cut, nsfw, minors DNI, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, praise kink because I can't resist, not proofread

The music was deafening as you made your way through the party to your friends, where you took your place on your boyfriend Ruhn’s lap and handed him his drink.

With a smirk that made your stomach flip, Ruhn grabbed the drink and pulled you against him, his breath against your ear as he murmured a “thank you” sending a chill down your spine.

You tried to focus on the conversation your friends were having around you, but between the loud music and Ruhn’s hand skimming your thigh along the hem of your dress, you were a lost cause. You wiggled further into Ruhn’s lap, earning a hiss from him as you felt his immediate response to your movements. Turning your head to nuzzle into his neck, you became overwhelmed by his scent of leather and warm spice. The smell was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help the involuntary roll of your hips as you became increasingly aroused.

Ruhn stiffened, his hand halting its movement along your leg as spoke into your mind, “are you trying to cause a scene, love?”

“I’m just trying to get a comfortable seat,” you teased back.

“I can get you a comfortable seat, princess,” Ruhn spoke into your mind as he put his drink down and grabbed your hand. He gave you a promising look that almost made your knees give out as he helped you stand and led you down the hall to his room.

As soon as you made it into the room, Ruhn closed the door behind you, pushing you against it as he locked it. You pulled him down to kiss you, earning a groan from him as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. Sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, you granted him access and he ground his hips, rubbing your clit with his hard length at the same time he brushed his tongue against yours, earning a lewd moan from you.

Ruhn let out a dark chuckle as he moved his hands to the bottom of your dress, pushing it up and over your head, revealing your black lingerie set underneath.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as his eyes roved over your body with an intensity that made you blush. Almost as soon as you registered his gaze, however, Ruhn set you back down on your feet, and shrugging off his jacket made his way over to the bed. “Bra and underwear off, now,” he commanded as he layed back flat on the mattress, fully dressed.

Confused, you shuffled on your feet, not sure what Ruhn intended. He looked at you expectantly, folding his arms behind his head as he lounged on the bed. You cautiously took off your remaining garments as you made your way to the edge of the bed.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Ruhn gestured for you to climb on top of him, so you got up on the bed, straddling his waist. Ruhn smirked and shook his head. “You said you needed a more comfortable seat. Come up here.” Realizing what he meant, you turned bright red. You had never ridden someone’s face before. “I don’t think I can do that, Ruhn. I don’t want to hurt you or anything like that.” He gave you a soft smile and moved his hands to rub encouraging circles on your hips. “You would not be hurting me, love. I want to make you feel good. Trust me, we’ll both enjoy this. If you don’t want to, though, you don’t have to.” Ruhn’s words and the look of adoration he was giving you made you feel much more confident, nodding to him, “okay, I’ll try it.”

His smile grew as he pulled you up, positioning you above his face. “That’s my good girl,” he praised you as he pushed you down to be fully seated on him, as he licked a broad stripe up your center, drawing a gasp from you as you jerked up as much as you could before his arms wrapped over your thighs, pulling you back down. “Relax,” he spoke into your mind as he brought your clit into his mouth and sucked, before releasing it and dragging his lip ring up over, causing you to roll your hips against him, moaning loudly, “FUCK, Ruhn!”

“There you go, roll your hips. Use my tongue,” he spoke again in your mind as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and pulling you to rock back and forth over him. He moved one hand from your leg and wrapped the other around your waist, lifting you up enough to bring his hand to your center. He pushed one finger in and curled as he gave kitten licks to your clit, eliciting breathy moans from you. Ruhn added a second finger and you could feel your core tightening, knowing you were about to climax. Ruhn could sense it too, speaking in your mind, “good girl. You look so beautiful like this, let go for me.” At his words, you came undone, and he continued to work you through your high, licking and sucking your clit. You were out of breath and your legs were shaking uncontrollably when Ruhn finally let you go, giving you a smirk as he licked his fingers clean.

“Was that alright?” he asked with a cockiness that indicated he knew just how ‘alright’ it was. You smiled and nodded at him, still catching your breath from your orgasm. He flashed a mischievous look at you before flipping you onto your back with him on top of you. He moved to take off his shirt while you palmed him through his pants, earning a soft groan from him before you undid his pants, sliding them off along with his underwear. Ruhn lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and positioned himself at your entrance before leaning down to give you a kiss that was soft at first, turning hungry and he pushed his tongue into your mouth at the same time he pushed into you, both of you moaning loudly as you adjusted to his size. After a moment, Ruhn started thrusting into you at a harsh pace. “Fuck, princess. I’m not going to last long.” You rolled your hips up, matching Ruhn’s pace as you placed kisses and soft bites along his jaw and neck, finding his sweet spot that had made his cock twitch inside you, and you knew he was as close to finishing as you. When Ruhn brought down his thumb and started rubbing circles on your clit, you immediately went over the edge again, Ruhn following shortly after.

Ruhn pressed his forehead to yours, giving you a soft but passionate kiss. You smiled up at him, giving him a mischievous look of your own, and prompting Ruhn to ask, “what are you thinking, beautiful?”

With a quick kiss, you responded, “I’m thinking I have many more ideas I’d like to try with you.” Ruhn chuckled, pulling you into his chest as he laid down beside you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you, princess.”

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Facesitting

Pairings: Hinata x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub!Hinata, eating out, facesitting, Hina is called ‘good girl’

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: starsandskies 🧡

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Nervous? No way! Not her... definitely not nervous at all...just ignore the deep blush gracing her cheeks, the way she actively avoids your gaze, and the way her thighs squeeze tightly together from just a few words. “Can I eat you out?” That was enough to turn Hinata into a flustered, squirming mess

You placed your hand onto her thigh and she squeaked, tucking her chin into her chest so that you couldn't see her expression. “C'mon, Hina. I wanna make you feel really good~ ” You said, leaning closer towards her face, using your other hand to tilt her chin up, meeting her pretty coral eyes. You leaned closer to kiss her sweetly, whispering more promises of pleasure and reassuring her that you'd stop if she wasn't feeling it

“O-ok...we can try it...” Hina's voice wavered, though she was a bit excited as well. She could already feel a wet spot forming in her panties as you pulled her along to your bedroom, instructing her to sit down and get comfortable while you laid down and put your head in her lap, resting against her soft thighs

A deep sigh left your lips as Hinata gently brushed her fingers through your hair, letting the soft moment calm her nerves. You smiled up at her, taking a hold of her wrist to pull her hand towards your mouth, placing a loving kiss onto her palm. “You ready, Hina?” She nodded, still a tad bit nervous

Sitting up, you turned yourself around and leaned over her, causing her to fall backwards onto the comforter. “Ok. Let's get started then.” You began stroking over her panties, feeling the wet center of them and chuckling at how transparent her body's desires were. “Wet already? Baby, that's so cute.”

Leaning down, the flat of your tongue licked over her panties, making them cling to her wet pussy as you sucked on her through the fabric. Hina whined as you teased her, her clit being sucked harshly, though the feeling was dampened by the soft barrier between it and your mouth. After you felt like she had been teased enough, you slipped her panties off, getting her to stand up so that you could remove her skirt too

After Hina had been stripped of her clothing, you positioned yourself back on the bed, lying down. Hina stood there nervously, fidgeting with her fingers and looking at the floor, long, coral hair obscuring her face. “Something wrong, honey?” You inquired

“It's just...this is so embarrassing...” She moaned in distress, that pretty blush spreading to her shoulders. Hinata was just too cute sometimes, always getting flustered at the smallest gestures or suggestions. Whenever she was in the moment she would try to hide her face or muffle her ‘embarrassing’ noises. All of these things just turned you on even more, compelling you to pin her hands down and fuck her harder

Right now though, you still had to convince her to ride your face. “It's alright, baby. Just c'mere, sit up here near my head.” You held out a hand for her, gently guiding Hina onto the mattress, reminding her to just stay on her knees for a second. “Now, lemme slide under you. Just like this~ ” Sliding yourself upwards, you wrapped your hands around her thighs, pulling her weight down until her cunt was flush with your face

Hinata gasped when her body made contact with your mouth, the familiar feeling of your lips kissing hers made her heart race, albeit a different set of lips than usual... Your tongue went back to work, lapping at her delicate pussy as she breathed heavily above you. One of Hina's hands rested on the bed behind her, propping her up as she threw her head back, the other one covered her mouth before moving down to squeeze her breast as she moaned

Your tongue explored the inside of her hole, licking whatever you could reach and moaning into her pussy as her juices spilled down into your mouth and all over your chin. Hina was soaking wet just from a few minutes of being eaten out, a fact that you were incredibly grateful for since she always tasted so sweet

As you continued to devour her like a man starved for ages, Hinata began to move, grinding down on your tongue and groping her breasts more as she finally let go of her worries. Enjoying the moment more with every passing second. She reached a hand down and started rubbing circles on her clit, panting as she neared her climax

Her soft thighs were squeezed harder as you growled against her pussy, causing her to twitch as the vibrations hit her. The muscles in your stomach clenched as the realization that your cock was straining against your pants hit you. With Hinata pressed so close to you, flooding your nose with her scent and cutting off your supply of oxygen, how could you not get this hard? Especially when she started humping your face, crying out your name as her sopping cunt brushed against your nose and tongue rapidly

You stuck your tongue all the way out, letting her pussy drag against its surface until she came into your mouth, chanting “Yesyesyesyesyesyes ” as she fucked herself on your tongue. Gushing all of that sweet nectar directly down your throat, which you swallowed happily. Hinata twitched and humped at your face slowly for a few more minutes, riding out her orgasm

Her sweet voice still reaches your ears even as her thighs are pressed against both sides of your head, occasionally squeezing from the aftershocks of her orgasm. You tapped her thigh with your finger, to which she lifted herself off of you, apologizing as you sucked in a deep breath

“Oh fuck...you tasted so damn good, Hina.” You panted, face still glistening from her wetness sticking to your skin. “Did it feel good for you too?”

Hina nodded, gently brushing away some strands of hair that clung to your forehead, “Mhm. You were right, it did feel amazing.” She admitted, laughing sheepishly as she quickly tied her hair into a ponytail. You pulled her down on top of your chest when she finished, her hands bracing against you, and held her waist tightly

“Hey, darling?” Your hand slid down to her ass, groping her squishy cheeks while your hips snapped up sharply, pressing your erection against her still wet cunt. “Think you can take care of me next?” You groaned, humping her desperately while she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, hiding her face in your chest

Hinata silently nodded, beginning to grind down on your dick. The hand not groping her ass rested on the small of her back, lightly scratching her skin and trailing along her spine, eliciting a soft whine from her. “Mm good girl. So thoughtful, aren't you? ”

In one swift movement, you rolled over so that Hina was laying on her back and you were hovering over her small frame. She gazed up at you, flushing pink all over again as you eyed her hungrily. You quickly removed your pants and boxers, freeing your aching cock from its constraints. Lazily stroking it as you let out breathy moans, licking your lips while you stared into her eyes. Hinata spread her thighs a little, rolling them as if she was trying to chase some sort of friction. Really, she was just eager to have you inside of her, watching you touch yourself as you lubed up your dick

When you finished prepping yourself, you scooted closer to Hina, slapping her hole with your dick a few times before sliding in slowly. Between the lube you applied to it and the slick still covering the inside of her pussy, your cock slipped into her entrance easily. You began to shallowly fuck into her, stretching her cunt open gently even though you were desperate for relief. You always tried to be easy with her, opting to take things slowly so that she wouldn't become overwhelmed or stressed. Sex was no different, preferring to let her set the pace or offering to take it slowly and always assuring her that she could stop at any time. For this, Hinata thanked you frequently. Appreciative of your consideration and endless patience

That's why when you finally plunged inside of her, she reached behind you to grab your ass and pull you closer, causing your cock to fill her completely. You've been gentle with her this whole time, but now she was itching to feel something a little rougher. You both moaned in harmony as her pussy clenched around your dick tightly, sucking you in further while your jaw hung open from pleasure. Beginning to thrust into her wet cunt greedily, the noises that her pussy made only turned you on more. “Fuuuck, listen to how wet you are, darling~ ” You purred. Hina quickly hid her face behind her hands, too flustered from your dirty talk already. “Aw, Hina. Sweetie– ” You grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face, snapping your hips into her harshly as you reassured her, “Nooo don't hide from me. Let me see that gorgeous face, huh? Show me all of those pretty expressions while I fuck you. ”

Tears pricked at the corners of Hinata's eyes, nodding shyly at your words. Opting to wrap her hands around the back of your neck instead, tangling in your hair as you cock continued to fuck her open, dragging against her walls with every thrust. You groaned as you slowed down the pace, rolling your hips into her gushing pussy and smiling down at her as you breathed heavily

You sped back up, beginning to really pound into her as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum, baby. Will you take it for me? ” You asked, lovingly gazing into her eyes and holding her waist

“Y-yes...yes y/n...mmm ” Hinata whined, wrapping her legs around your waist, pulling you closer and causing you to hit a deeper spot inside of her. She threw her head back as you did, moaning your name loudly

Fucking into her faster, your thrusts turned sloppy as you shot your load inside of her cunt, moaning praises as you filled her up, “Shit–!! You feel good, Hina! Aaahh—!! ” Her back arched as your cum flooded her insides, clawing at your back and probably leaving bright red scratches all over it. You stayed inside of her, your cock twitching as you finished unloading all of your cum. After taking a deep breath, you started rubbing at her clit with your thumb, leaning down to suck on her breast and grope the soft flesh with your other hand

Hinata cried out once more, thrusting her hips up and grinding her cunt onto your cock, “Yesyesyes don't stop– Oh god don't stop!! ” Spasming beneath you as she came again, coating your dick in her juices. She panted heavily, giggling as pleasure flooded her mind and her pussy gushed around your length

After you both calmed down, staying there for a few minutes before you pulled out, a bit of your cum dripping out and rolling down her skin, you rubbed her sides soothingly. Leaning down to press a kiss to her soft lips, then pressing one onto her sensitive pussy lips, making Hina's body jerk as she whined at the lewd gesture

You chuckled at her, reaching out to hold onto both of her hands and intertwining your fingers as you lazily licked at her cunt again. Cleaning the cum off of her thighs and around her folds, occasionally dipping your tongue back into her entrance as she moaned softly

Both of you would get properly cleaned up in a minute, but for now, you just wanted to listen to Hinata's content breathing and adorable noises

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Tagging: @anxious-chick @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

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lockleysfav · 2 years

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Stars around my scars

Marc spector x fem!reader

Summary: After you wake up to your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed with his head in his hands, you decide to take care of him.

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v, sub marc, creampie, riding, Marc has a trigger, swearing, mentions of violence.

Marc had quietly opened the door to your shared flat and limped his way towards the bed. He was about to wake you but then pulled his hand away, turning around slouching. Steven was telling him it's okay to wake you, especially if he needed some type of comfort but Marc only shook his head, claiming it to be selfish and that he should suck it up.

After a few minutes you slowly stirred awake due to the bed moving.

You sat up and rub your tired eyes to get rid of the blur that was blocking the figure from your view.

"Marc?" you said quietly and he didn't answer.

You got out of bed and slowly walked over to him, crouching down so you could meet his eyes.

He looked up from his eyes and your heart immediately broke when you saw the dried blood smeared across his right cheek, his eyes were bloodshot from crying and his hands were trembling.

"oh baby" you stood up and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair.

He sniffled "I'm sorry y/n" he whispered and you shook your head. "Dont be sorry Marc, It's okay" you leaned down and kissed his head.

You both stayed like that for a while until you decided to pull away and crouch back down, locking your fingers with his "What happened?" you asked him and he pressed his lips together, shaking his head "khonshu he...he tried to get me to kill a young girl and i couldnt do it. He said some shit- im being pathetic" he cried quietly as he spat out the last three words and you pulled him into a hug "Shhh it's okay it's okay" you murmured against his neck "It is not your fault do you understand? it's not your fault" he nodded and took in a deep shaky breath, nuzzling into your shoulder.

You huffed a small laugh "Tell that pigeon to go fuck himself next time. In fact i'll tell him myself if i have to". You felt Marc laugh against you, causing you to smile.

He pulled away from you and you cupped his cheeks "i love you" he says quietly, leaning into the palm of your hand and you stroke your thumb along his bruised cheek "I love you too" you reply, lifting his chin and sitting on his lap.

His hands immediately grab onto your hips to steady you but you slowly pushed his hands away "let me take care of you" you whisper, your noses brushing against each other. He hesitated to nod but did nonetheless, looking up slightly to meet your eyes "o-okay" he replies.

You lay him down, kissing his neck and helping him pull off his shirt, immediately leaning back down and trailing kisses down his chest and to his stomach, stopping at his waistband.

"Can i take these off?" you ask him, your hands ready on his zipper and he nods shakily, you smile at him and peel his jeans off along with the rest of his clothing apart from his boxers.

He went to lean up on his elbows but you pushed him back down "Baby please...relax" you insist. "I wanna see" he tells you and you bite back a small grin "Okay..if that's what you'd prefer" you kiss his lips softly and climb up to straddle his thighs, wasting no time to lower yourself against his straining bulge and grinding against it at an easy pace.

Marc jolts up and grabs your hips again and you're quick to grab his hands, locking your fingers with his and gently pinning them above his head, bringing your body down and kissing him "it's okay baby shh, it's okay" you tell him between kisses, his breathing becoming erratic. You both winced when you ground down at and angle that made you both feel good.

He opened his eyes and whimpered at the sight of your slick coating his boxers "fuck please, please take them off" he whines against your lips causing you to shiver and nod quickly. You kiss the tip of his nose and his eyes flutter shut before you climb down and pull off his boxers, his aching tip dribbling with pre cum.

He took in a sharp breath when you suddenly licked at his tip, your eyes snapping up to meet his pleading ones. Bless him, he still kept his hands above his head.

"You can bring them down" you smile at him and he gulps before shakily bringing his arms down to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair but not pushing you to do anything. Thats what you loved about him, he always respected your boundaries, its the bare minimum yet you never see it in the average man.

You gradually took him into your throat, his body tensing as it took his will power to not buck his hips knowing it could hurt you but you felt this and placed your hands on his hips and he knew when you did this, it was permission to move. He moaned through gritted teeth as he gently moved his hips, fucking into your throat.

You looked up again and his head was thrown back, veins more visible on his neck and his mouth hanging open, whimpers and whines spilling from it. When you swallowed around him he cursed loudly and pulled away "i-i don't want to cum yet i'm sorry" he panted and you shook your head, kissing his thigh "Don't be sorry, it's okay this is about you Marc. I want to take care of you so cum whenever you want" you stroke his sides and he runs his fingers through his hair "can you uh..can you ride me? it's okay if you don't want to" he asks almost shyly and you nod with a smile, getting on top of him in a swift motion and placing your hands on his chest.

You lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him, letting out a stangled moan but it was silenced with a kiss. You didn't notice how Marc sat up the moment you sunk down on him and wrapped his arms around your body. It was him who was soothing you this time "d-does it hurt honey? if it hurts you can stop" he murmurs against your ear but you shake your head "it's okay, it feels good baby" you reply to him and he drops his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily while you started to ride him.

His fingertips dug into your shoulders and he continuously kissed at your neck, whispering to you how good you felt.

"I can feel you y/n, you can cum too" he panted and the moment you heard this you hugged him close and came around his cock. He suddenly pushed you onto your back, his body still pressed against yours and he started driving his hips against yours. You moaned out and wrapped your legs around him "Fuck!" you felt his rhythm stutter but he kept plummeting into you. You looked up and took in his stone expression, realising he'd gone back to being angry and stressed.

It was common in times like this, he'd think he was being selfish since you were giving him all the attention and then become frustrated with himself in the blink of an eye.

You gently reached up and stroked his hair out of his face "Marc" you speak but he doesnt hear it, you hold onto his bicep and reach up to kiss his forehead "It's okay Marc, slow down" his hips stutter and his eyes finally meet yours, his brows furrowing as if he was confused and you continue stroking his hair "Come here" you whisper and his lip quivers before he collapses on top of you, his hands holding onto yours and he slowed his pace "I'm sorry" he cried quietly and you shush him gently, holding onto him as he continued thrusting into you.

You push him back up so he could look down at you, both of you keeping eye contact when his jaw tightened and his eyes fluttered when he came inside you, struggling to hold his own weight he slumped onto his side, pulling your body with him so he stayed inside you.

His arms were wrapped securely around you "Please dont leave me" he begged against your chest.

"Never baby." you replied.

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tokio-motel · 8 months

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heyyy boo boo bear🥰🥰🥰

so i finally thought of smth(kinda did i alr send this) AHEM full band(separately headcannons cause aint nobody wanna write alat) with s bf who is a BIG ASS ppl pleaser(wait wait this aint the main idea)

imagine reader prolly always gets his back blown out but he's always giving the aftercare(like them mfs dont have a choice) and on one particular round or smth reader didn't tell them to stop when he started to feel lightheaded n shit cause he could hear them whispering how good this was etc etc so he was about to pass out or smth like that(he didn't he survived) yet he STILL offered to give aftercare like a mf idiot(me)

ANYWAY im in school but i had to give u this idea frfr

BAND X PEOPLE PLEASER READER

HELP I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE PURE FLUFF UNTIL I GOT TO THE FUCKING BACK BLOWN OUTTTTT

(contains nsfw themes so if you don't like that don't read)

BILL:

・He's 50/50 on noticing small things like this

・But he's in such a euphoric state, whimpers leaving his lips as he rams into you with his hands wrapped around your waist

・Listening to you tell him how good he is, but over time your words die down and eventually your silent.

・He can barley ask if your okay, nearly stopping his movements. He would've stopped completely if it weren't for you telling him to keep going. As long as he felt good, right?

・After climax (EWWWAHHH) he leans knto your neck, smiling as he hears you begin to ask that amazing question

"Wanna go show-"

"yes."

・He just likes your fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp as you rub the conditioner in.

・He's been itching to ask if you were really okay, he doesn't want to seem too worried or overreactive. He can already feel tears prickling his eyes as yo hesitate to ask at the startxbefore admitting to feeling ill.

・God fucking damn it..I should've stopped I-"

"It's not your fault, babe.."

・Cuddling you for the rest of the day (or night), not being able to take his hands off you as he tries to make it up to you.

・No like...literally can't take his hands off you. If you eat later that day he seats you on his lap.

TOM:

・He gets caught up in his own pleasure.

・Like he won't really notice it when you slowly stop responding, or when you go a little too limp

・He's in some sorta headspace 😭

・Whispering to you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are..

・After allat, he eventually snaps out of it and notices how your barley making any noise or aren't talking

"M/N? .. M/N you okay???"

"Hmmm..? Yeah I'm good..wanna take a bath with me.?"

・During aftercare he keeps asking if you're okay under his breath, kissing your cheeks as you rest in the tub together.

・If you actually confess to feeling ill or lightheaded his heart stops for a second

・HE ACTUALLY FEELS SO BAD STOPPP

・Like he'd kinda try to hide it, but eventually emotions get the best of him and soon enough he's holding back tears apologizing to you kissing over your neck, ignoring you when you say you were fine.

GEORG:

・Like Tom, he's not exactly the best..

・Telling you how good you are for him under his breath, not exactly noticing you slowly stopped responding.

・Can't help but feel concerned, unsure if he should stop or keep going

・He nearly did, but your hand gripped his thigh to stop him from pulling out so..

・Afterwards he puts on your favorite show/movie, snuggling against you as he leaves kisses on your forehead.

・Doesn't ease into it and just asks you flat out.

"Were you okay..?"

"What-"

"yes or no."

・no

・He feels a lump build at the back of his throat, yet he still tries to talk to you

・Asking when or what made you feel this way, making sure he would never do this to you again

・He feels bad about it a few days later, even with your constant worss that you were okay

・He's scared to have sex with you again for a little...THAT SOUNDS SO WEIRD BUT IT'S TRUE?

・Like I said- he doesn't want to put you through that again

・but likeeee you need that dick so you convince him and it all works out

GUSTAV:

・HE'S TOO SWEET STOP

・He's quite good at noticing things like these.

・Stopping his movements when you start to look..off. Or when you just stop making noise completely.

・Ignoring your soft whine of protest, asking you "Are you good..?" ..no you're not. you're gonna say you're not and -

"Yeah I'm fine...keep going please..!"

・Hesitate before going back to his pace he was at before, kissing your chest and neck as his fingers go down your waist and tickles down your thighs

・Still concerned he can't really hear your moans or whines, but you said you wanted more so he should continue..

・He's sooxfucking tired after sex omg..hes surprised when you ask to give aftercare

"Are you sure? You don't wanna like..sleep?"

"No, no. Let's go get water or something."

・Giving you an aspirin and a water bottle as he gets a piece of candy, not being able to take his eyes off you as he contemplates if he should ask if your okay.

・he does. you answer.

・HE WANTS TO CRY WHAT

・Like..he made you feel lightheaded? He made you nearly pass out? He made you sick?

・Can't even bother to look at himself or think about him, only focusing on you and your needs as he spoils you rotten.

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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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✧ QUIERO SENTIRME BIEN✧

a/n: as always jake lockley has be going feral. even if this fic is short, i went off the rails simply because he's husband material. i'm very happy with how it turned out, mainly due to how soft i constantly make this man with each fic. the title is based off the kali uchis song. i hope y'all enjoy!

dedicated to: @stargazingcarol because it's your birthday and nothing says birthday like smut with jake. enjoy babes!

day ten - thigh riding | kinktober 2023

summary: "it had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. the tenderness in his touch, in his kisses."

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, fluff, soft!jake, the inherent romance of spending time with your lover, thigh riding, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, tenderness.

The record player in the corner of the flat played a soft tune you could barely hear over the humming in your ears. The blood rushing through your veins was loud—echoing to its own tune as he held you close. Pressed against his chest, lips sliding down your neck and teeth nipping against your warm skin. Your discarded glass of wine was behind you on the coffee table, dinner long forgotten in favor of this.

“Missed this,” he mumbled against your jaw, hands spreading down to your ass, cupping you and pressing you down against his broad thigh. The same one that was between your legs, practically begging you to grind against it.

“Mmm,” you hummed, kissing against his shoulder, hands tangling in the curls at the back of his head. “Missed you.”

It had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. Which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. The tenderness in his touch, in his kisses. You were wrapped around him, pressing him into the couch, but that didn’t stop him from dragging you even closer. Wanting to feel as much of you as the small space would allow.

“You wet for me mi vida?”

The words struck through you, causing a needy wet moan to fall from your lips. You nodded, grasping onto the collar of his button down, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss. He tasted the wine on your tongue, the heady mixture of that bittersweet desire you pressed into him. The same emotion that coursed through him, causing his cock to harden against your knee.

“Been thinkin’ about you all week,” you mumbled, chest heaving with the breaths he seemed to be stealing. “‘M so wet.”

He groaned, hands pressing you down even further, until the soaked fabric of your panties clung to your pussy. Creating a wet spot on his black pants, marking the fabric with your essence. Jake wanted to lick it from you, wanted to discover what the wine tasted like mixed with you. But the sight of you grinding your hips slowly against his thigh shoved that thought to the back of his mind.

A high whine tore from your throat, head tipping back when the rough fabric of his pants dragged perfectly along your clit. He pulled the skirt you were wearing up around your waist, eyes drinking in the sight of you shamelessly humping his thigh. The light blue color of your panties had turned dark, slick pouring into the fabric as you continued. Small whimpers echoing in the room.

“Hermosa,” he rumbled, fingers dragging down to your clit, pressing the fabric down until you cried out.

“J-Jake!”

He grinned, guiding your stuttering hips across his thigh, relishing in how his pants go wet with you, clinging to his thigh. Flexing the muscle, he watched when your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. There was something about seeing you take your pleasure that made his mouth go dry. His cock throbbing in his pants, leaking precum.

You were a goddess perched in his lap. A muse come to life and somewhere in the world an artist was cursing Jake Lockley’s name because…he had you.

Dragging the top of your dress down, your breasts spilled free and Jake moaned at the sight. Your skin glowing with the slight sheen of sweat as you sped up your jerky movements. He pressed his thumb down harder when he leaned forward, lips attaching to your peaked nipple. It was nearly too much for him to keep a hold of. You moaning his name wantonly, hand tugging on his hair, knee grinding perfectly against his cock.

Yet then you shifted the angle of your hips, his finger sliding even further until he was pressing against your opening, the thin fabric the only thing barring him from sinking into you. A guttural cry caught in your throat, body pitching forward as your release splintered across your body. A white hot rush of intense bliss washed over you, his name a broken cry on your lips.

“Soak my thigh hermosa,” he grunted, hips pitching forward into your knee. “Wanna feel it on my skin.”

“Ah!” Your head fell back, teeth digging into your bottom lip when he shoved your panties to the side, letting your pussy spread along his thigh.

“C’mon.” He dragged you forward, the overstimulation nearly too much. “Soak me.”

Something pulled painfully at your abdomen, a feeling you’d only ever experienced once before, but there was no denying what this was. What Jake was about to make you do. He bit down on the side of your breast, sliding a hand behind you until a finger slipped into your sensitive pussy. The angle was so different. Sharp and slightly painful as he pressed right up against the spongy part on your walls.

“Wanna lick it from you,” he murmured, pumping his finger as he dragged you against his thigh even faster. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

And you felt it break. Felt your entire body fall to pieces there on his lap. Something wet gushed from you, drenching his pants and dripping into the couch as you screamed. Sunk your teeth into his neck and ripped at his hair as your body jerked in his hold, tears streaming down your face.

He buried his face into your neck, teeth setting into your shoulder as he felt his balls draw up—the familiar heat now crashing through him. His cock spurting into his pants, soaking the remaining fabric that wasn’t covered in your cum. It snapped something in his brain. Broke him from the inside out. Yet he savored it. Drank it down like a delicious glass of wine—keeping the sensation on his tongue.

“Did so good for me mi amor,” he mumbled into your hair, hands running up and down your back.

“M—fuck—” Your mind was hazy, body limp with pleasure, but Jake didn’t mind.

He simply gathered you in his arms, looping your legs around his waist as he stood from the couch. Heading straight for the bathroom in the back of the flat. Soft words of praise were pressed to your hair. Kisses dragged along your throat, and it made you smile. Had your heart fluttering as he took care of you; kept you safe in his arms, because at the end of the day…this was all you wanted.

Time spent with the man you loved.

#jake lockley x f!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley #jake lockley smut #moon knight smut #my writing #kinktober 2023

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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Heey, for Colby's request, can u write an imagine about y/n being in her slut era and also include Brad and Dylan? Like she's an actress or a singer and has been hoeing around, but Colby starts getting feelings for her and gets angry at her for being with other men?

Unholy

I had too much fun with this one

Colby smut

Dylan moves his hand on my leg, moving it from my knee to my ankle. My legs are on his lap, while I'm seated next to him. I run my hand through his hair to steal his attention from his convention with a friend to me. He faces me and looks directly at my lips, before his sleepy eyes meet mine. I lean in and peck Dylan's lips.

"What's that, y/n? Are you a second grader?", he mocks me so i get up from my seat and take his hand, pulling him towards a dark hallway where we can be alone from all the people in the club. Dylan presses me onto the wall, his big hands falling on my hips, pinning me flat, as his lips kiss my exposed chest. The low cut of the dress gives him enough access to leave bruises and his mouth travels to my neck, up my jaw and finally to my lips. I grab him by the waist, pulling him closer to me, feeling his boner pressed on my area, making me crave more of him by the second. I bite his lip and pull at it, earning a smirk from him. Dylan grabs me from behind the neck with one hand and presses our lips back together harder, the kiss getting even more heated, our gasps filling the echo of the hallway.

"Let's go to your place", i say while kissing down his neck, my hand traveling down his abs, to the belt of his jeans, slowly unbuckling it. He let's out a loud breath as my hands slowly unbutton his pants.

"Mhm, let's go babe", Dylan grabs my hand and puts his t-shirt over the unbuttoned jeans. We hurry through the crowd of people, but i trip and hit someone, causing a drink to spill.

"For fuck's sake, I've just gotten those", the man shakes his head looking at the broken glass and spilled whisky.

"Colby?", i ask surprised

"Oh, y/n, what the fuck are you doing here?", he laughs and we hug.

"Oh, I'm here with Dylan. You know i told you we were going to hang out soon", i smile and grab Dylan's hand to come greet Colby.

"You mean bang soon", Colby greets Dylan and they hug, tapping on each other's backs

"Is there a problem with that?", Dylan asks and Colby shakes his head.

"I don't see why there would be any problem with that. I'm happy my friend is living her life finally.", from what's recognizable because of the darkness and few neon lights, Colby fake smiles at the both of us.

"Hey, stop it, you know each other for a long time now, no need for this type of discussion", i tell them and put a hand on Dylan's chest, which he takes and kisses the back of my hand, looking deep into my eyes

"True, I'm waiting in the car, baby. Don't take too long tho", Dylan waves goodbye to Colby and manages to come out with half a smile, while Colby just waves and puts his hands into his jean pockets.

"Baby? What's that?", he asks me and i just roll my eyes at him, smiling

"Can't we use cute nicknames even if we're not dating?"

"Whatever. Haven't seen you in a while. How's the album going?", he changes the subject and I'm glad he does it

"Almost done. I know i haven't been around much but i was also a lot in the studio -"

"With Brad yeah", he cuts me off and crosses his arms at his chest, looking somewhere behind me. I roll my eyes.

"How come it is ok for you to fuck around but it is not when i do it? I'm finally single after a long time and i really want to enjoy myself. You didn't seem to complain when you were fucking me"

Colby looks me dead in the eyes and let's out a tired sigh. He raises his hands in defense and takes a small step back, as much as the people behind him allow him to.

"You're right, i really enjoyed it and it's not fair for me to judge that,I'm sorry. I just miss you."

"i miss you too, Colby, but I've been busy, you saw that as well. Putting aside my sex life, thank you, which I'm sorry you haven't been a part of in the past 2 weeks. You just weren't around", i shrug my shoulders. "How about you come by the studio tomorrow? At 2pm?"

He let's out a sigh and looks again somewhere behind me. "Brad's there, right?", i nod

"We produce my songs together. He's part of my team of songwriters and he also produces a few of my songs. So yeah, he is there."

"Ugh, fine, just because i really want to spend some time with my friend too, not just Dylan and Brad.", he rolls his eyes but he giggles. We hug and wave him goodbye, before managing to leave the club.

~~~

I hold Brad from behind the shoulders, my chin resting on top of his head as he replays the song I've just recorded. We vibe to the slow song and i kiss his cheek when a cheesy lyric comes on.

"I know i inspired you to write this song, you have to admit it at some point", he looks up at me and i peck his lips.

"Maybe, in like... 50 years?", i walk around the chair and sit on his lap, moving a curl from his forehead. "When you won't remember me anymore", i joke and cup his face to kiss him, both smiling into the kiss, as his hands grabbed my ass and positioned me better on him.

"Hmm, I'll give you like one more minute", he leans in and deepens the kiss, my hips rocking into his. We left quiet moans and stop all of a sudden when we hear a knock on the door. Brad falls back on the back of the chair and i get up from him to go open the door. I see Colby standing in front of it with a bag of McDonald's and a big, wide grin on his face.

"Thought you guys were hungry, so i decided to bring you some food", he greets Brad and gives me a hug, making sure he pecks my lips one time. For a second I'm shocked that this happened, but Colby was the first one I've kissed once i was single and he was the one that made me want to explore this side of me. I've always seen Colby at parties with other girls, leaving with them and then coming later that night back home or even in the morning. We've been friends for a lifetime and it was very hard when i got into a relationship to keep up with the constant fights with my boyfriend because i was living with Sam and Colby. Tho Kat moved in, and I've had my own room always, it didn't make a difference. I offered to move in with my boyfriend into an apartment, but he also didn't want that because he didn't want to settle with me. So we came to an end a few months later, months that felt like agonising years of constant yelling and no relaxation whatsoever. When we broke up, i got home and expected to stay in bed, demoralised and feeling bad of that happened, but instead, Colby and i found ourselves in a heated make out session after a few "celebration" shots. We quickly found the way up to his room and whenever we had time or were alone, we would have fun together wherever possible. Of course, none of us ever mentioned the idea of a relationship, because both of us seem haooy with what we have. He kept on seeing other girls and well, even if they're a different from time to time, mine happen to only be Brad and Dylan, which have also been really old friends of mine.

"Thanks, mate, i didn't even realise what time it is", Brad takes a sandwich and i take another one, sitting next to Colby on the couch. We talk and we laugh and i look at Colby who seems very different from last night, when he didn't like the idea of me having Brad around. He smiles, jokes around and actually has a conversation with him. I take another bite from my sandwich and Colby puts his arm around my waist, pulling me on his side. I look at him and he brushes his nose over mine, kissing my temple.

"Well you're in your feelings today", i say and put the food away to drink some water

"Not true", he lies and we're very aware of that.

"I'm gonna go make a phone call real quick and also give you some space. I'll be back", Brad winks at me and leaves the room. I get back on the couch and sit on the side so i can look at Colby. He looks back at me and his smile slowly fades away.

"Come here", he puts a hand on my cheek and brings me closer to his face, kissing me passionately. I grant him access immediately and his soft tongue brushes over mine slowly, none of us hurrying the moment. I lean backwards and i pull him by his t-shirt, getting him on top of me. Colby rocks his hips into mine and i moan and the pleasurable friction between us.

"Gosh, how i missed this", i whisper, unable to speak out loud. He groans in response and takes off his t-shirt, while i trace his abs and tattoos. I bite my lip, flashbacks of previous rounds of sex coming in my mind and i grow eager to receive more from him. He unbuttons my jeans and takes them off along with my underwear, throwing them away in the room. His eyes scan my bare bottom half and his eyes turn dark with lust. Colby licks his lips and comes down between my legs, licking a few lazy stripes on my core, collecting my arousal and building up my pleasure. He flicks his tongue over my clit at a steady pace, making my legs spasm every once in a while when he reaches a very sensitive spot. He smirks and grabs my thighs firmly, keeping them in place while nibbling at my clit a few more times.

Colby takes off his jeans and reaches for the condom in his wallet, rolling it on his length, getting between my legs and slowly slipping his dick inside me. We both gasp as it goes deeper and deeper, a moan escaping my lips when he's fully in, already touching a the right spots. He starts thrusting in me and a slow speed, adjusting to my tightness and making sure he doesn't hurt me.

"Fuck, y/n, oh my God, you're incredible", he whispers in m my ear as he hovers over me and puts one of my legs around his waist. I scratch his back and try to muffle my moans into his shoulder, biting it. Colby thrusts harder, the skin slapping noise turning us on even more. He cups my breasts and kisses them, licking my nipples and sucking every now and then on the sensitive skin. "You're so fucking mine", he groans as my lips find his, my hands in his hair and pulling at it, while his hands pinned my hips down as his thrusts get faster.

"Fuck, Colby, just like that", i lean my head back, his lips attacking my neck and focusing on the sweet spots.

"I'm so close", he buries his head in the crook of my neck and i nod, putting my other leg on his waist too.

"Me too", i say and he grabs the armrest of the couch and starts pounding into me, hitting my g-spot until my legs shake uncontrollably as my orgasm hits me like a wave.

"oh fuck", he bites my shoulder to cover as much as possible his loud moan as he bursts inside the condom. Colby gets up and slowly exits me, taking the condom off and wrapping it in some empty food package. We get dressed and i motion him to come back next to me. I hug him and remain like that for a few moments.

"Oh how i wish we would take our usual aftersex nap", i chuckle and he does the same.

"We can, let's go home", he offers.

"I still have work to get done", i motion my head towards the laptop with the list of songs I have to record.

"By the way, where's Brad? Wasn't he supposed to be back?", Colby asks and gets up from the couch. I frown.

"He knows we're fucking, he just gives us some free time.", i shrug my shoulders. "It felt so good, i missed our sex", i give him a tired smile.

"Then let's do it more. Y/N, i hate the fact that you have sex with them too. You have no idea how bad it pisses me off", Colby throws his hands around

"What? You can't say that, you do the same thing, with more girls may i add"

"Because i knew you weren't going to settle for me once you got single again."

I open my mouth but don't say anything. He is pretty much right. I didn't need another relationship right away.

"I just can't stand the thought of anyone finishing you and touching you and having you moan underneath them", Colby comes back to the couch and zones out

"I'm sorry i didn't know about what you've been feeling. You should've told me.", i grab his hand in mine.

"Can you please, at least consider, dropping out of your slut era?"

"I've been out of my slut era since you called me yours ten minutes ago. There was no going back afterwards."

"Oh shit, i did say that.", Colby laughs and i lean in to kiss him. He kisses me back and then kisses my forehead, pulling me into a tight hug. "Finally. I'm so stupid for not owning up to my feelings"

"No, you're not, just don't own up to your feelings with anyone else please", we both laugh and we hear the door open. Brad grins at us and sits back in his chair.

"Ready for round two?", i walk towards the recording booth and turn around to Colby

"Always", i wink at him and he laughs. I shake my head and put on my headphones.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x reader #dylan o'brien smut

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mushies-stories · 10 months

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Bounty: Bathtime

(part 1) part 2!

Kakuzu X Reader X Hidan

Summary: Hidan's a tease and Kakuzu takes you to the bath.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, teasing, female reader.

Smut below

Turning the water on you looking at yourself in the mirror, not surprised to see that your hair was a mess. Rinsing your hands and scrubbing the crusted blood from your lip and chin you made an attempt at fixing up your hair. You took your time doing everything else in the bathroom before meeting the masochist in the hallway.

Heading back in the same direction Hidan led you into the room next to the one you woke up in. the moment you stepped in a loud gasp startled Hidan. He turned to see you flinging yourself to the ground. “My bag!” You exclaimed in shocked excitement.

“Yeah well, the old man figured you probably had some good kind of cash on ya so I brought it with.” He said, taking the spot next to you on the floor. One leg one stretched while the other crossed under him flat on the floor. He leaned back on one arm as he watched you riffle through the bag.

It looked like everything was there. Hairbrush, extra clothes, the thought of Hidan seeing your panties sent a chill through you. He was probably a total perv about it too. Money missing as expected and your books… your steamy romance books. You just hoped Hidan was too dumb to be able to even read. Pleased that you had at least most of your things you felt a little better. Not much but at least you have something to do while you figure out a way to get away from the pair of bounty hunters.

“By the way.” Hidan started slowly. “Those books of yours.” Your head snapped to see a crooked grin creeping on the devil man's face. “They're pretty dirty, aren't they? Does the princess fantasies about being fucked stupid like those princesses in your books?” Once again, your face was beginning to feel hot. You didn't know how to respond, because you don't exactly read those books for the plot but… that's not something he needed to know! The grin grew wider and more devilish than before. “Oh sweet girl.” He cooed and repositioned himself so he could hook an arm under your legs, the other tightly around your lower back, bringing you to sit across his lap.

Your arms came up to sprawl across his chest, unsure of his motives and exactly what he was planning to do. “Hidan, what are you doing?” you asked, looking up at him with knitted brows.

Still cradling your back, he brought his free hand up to rest on your hip, his fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “Has anyone ever touched you like the men in one of your dirty little books?” His voice was menacing and teasing and his crimson eyes looking at you like you were his next meal and he was a starving animal.

“I don't see how that would concern you in the slightest.” You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. You didn't know what was happening but his hands, even though they were just holding you, felt… well they didn't feel disgusting is all you could compromise with in your head. Truthfully his hands holding you so close to him was making your pussy tingle.

Hidan smirked to himself, seeing how easily flustered you got. “It’s not.” he agreed. “But I’d like to make it my concern.” The words left his mouth as his head began to nuzzle into the side of your neck. He places a soft delicate kiss to the side of your neck causing you to take in a sharp breath.

Then he nipped you, gently but enough to cause you to let out a soft yelp and grip his cloak. “Hidan.” You wanted it to sound like a warning but instead sounded more confused. Unsure if you really wanted him to stop.

You could feel his devilish smirk against your skin as his teeth grazed the spot below your ear and gripped your hip in one hand. Your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he traveled down your neck, kissing and biting softly until he reached the hem of your shirt. The hand on your hip slowly traveled under the bottom of your shirt. You shuddered in his hold when his tongue slid back up the length of your neck before biting harsher this time and sucking in the same spot. Your back arched into his touch and you gripped his cloak even tighter as a shaky moan escaped you.

You almost didn't want him to stop, whatever he was doing was making your stomach do flip flops and your heart was racing but this wasn't the time and Hidan… Well frankly he could kill you.

You started to wiggle around in his lap, pushing at his chest. “Let me go!” You demanded, voice wavering a little. “Don't touch me you pervert!” wiggling around seemed to help because Hidan released his hold on you and let you tumble away from him. You sat across from him on the ground and watched him with pointed eyes. “Stay over there.” you demanded.

“Yes princesses.” Hidan mocked, he laid back with his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. “Man, no wonder Kakuzu ran off, if he can’t fuck a brat up, especially one who is so pure? What's the point.” He said more to himself than to you. “Almost forgot, here.” He tossed you the jar of ointment before laying back down with his eyes closed. “Put that on.”

Kakuzu you thought, so that was his name. Now you know both names to curse for your troubles. You opened the container and looked at the green jell, then closed it. The last thing you wanted was to heal faster.

You fell into an unforgettable silence, well at least for you. Hidan almost seemed like he was taking a nap. His eyes had been closed for a while and he hadn't said anything stupid or pervy, his chest was moving up and down in a calm rhythm. You could even hear how deep his breathing had gotten. He had fallen asleep! You looked at the door, would it wake him up?

It was worth a shot you thought. Standing quietly, you tiptoed to the door. Sliding it open slowly so it didn't make a noise you slowly entered the hallway, careful not to take your eyes off of the sleeping devil. You slowly slid the door closed and let out a relieved sigh, safe. Turning in the direction you thought was an exit you came face to face or rather face to torso with a mass of black and red clouds. As soon as you made eye contact with who you now knew was Kakuzu staring down at you with knitted brows, the door slid open and a tired Hidan rubbing his eye was wasting in the doorway.

“Hidan, you couldn't even manage to watch her for a few hours?” He growled more than asked.

“Hey, I was watching her! I just fell asleep and I heard her leave so what's the big deal? She's still here, see.” he defended himself and gestured to where you clearly stood.

“The point is that she managed to make it out of the room in the first place. She looks unharmed for the most part at least.” He did note, you looked fine, better than before at least.

Feeling brave since Kakuzu hasn't said anything to you about what you did you felt the urge to butt in. “nu’uh! Hidan groped me and acted like a pervert!” You told Kakuzu, well tattled to Kakuzu. He let out an almost defeated sigh.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve never been touched by a man and you almost didn't stop me.” He bit back. “Bet your little panties are soaked right now with the thought of me fu-”

“Shut up! Stupid asshole!” you shouted before he could finish his sentence.

“Alright that's enough, Hidan fuck off to your own room.” He shot Hidan with a glare of dismissal. “And you are staying in with me and your going to shut the fuck up.” he grabbed a handful of your hair, not exactly pulling but keeping a firm grip and guided you to his room.

You could hear Hidan laughing maniacally. “Goodnight princess, and good luck!”

Dragging you into his room Kakuzu shut the door behind him and tossed you to the floor. “Sit there and don't make a noise.” He commanded, irritation in his voice.

You shook your head in understanding and sat with your hands in your lap. That was for about five minutes before you got bored and remembered how dirty you were. You crawled over on all fours to where the hunter sat looking over his notebook. “Hey, Kakuzu.” you said to get his attention. He turned his head to see a cheeky grin plastered on your face. “I know your name now Kakuzu.” You repeated his name with emphasis.

“That so? Now you know who to beg to stop if you get into any more trouble.” His eyes bore holes into your own, a warning that he very well meant.

You ignored his glaring eyes and crawled even closer. “I need to take a bath, like, right now.” You tell him.

“Tomorrow.” He tells you.

You frown. “No tonight! Look at how dirty I am.” you demanded, sitting back on your knees and crossing your arms.

You really did amaze him. Even being held hostage you are acting like a spoiled brat. Kakuzu thought a moment before simply just giving in to the reasonably small demands compared to letting you go. “Fine.” He said and stood, setting his notebook on the small table that sat against the side wall.

You looked up at him amazed that he gave in so easily. “Really? Fine?” You confirmed, now standing in front of the man excited.

“Yeah.” He unzipped his cloak and let it slide down his board torso and tossed it over the table. His arms had black stitching all over, in fact it looked like most of his body was covered in them. Without the cloak you could see how truly defined his muscles were. He could break you in half, split you in two. Your face heats up as you observe the towering man, distracted for a reason you didn't understand. “Ready? Or did you want to stare at me a bit longer?” He said, bringing you out of your haze.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head, “ready, let's go.” you were so embarrassed now that he caught you staring at him it took you a moment to realize he was going too. You froze in place. “Wait, not ‘let’s’ as in together, right?” You questioned.

“That's exactly what I mean.” He said dully. “Or I can make Hidan go with you?” He offered.

“No way! You're both perverts!” You shout. “I want to sit in the hot spring by myself! Not with a pervy old man looking at me.” You whined and crossed your arms.

In an instant Kakuzu had your chin crushed between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Listen here little brat, you’ll take your bath, i will supervise and then you will keep your fuckin mouth shut, okay?” Kakuzu growled, eyes narrowed. A shiver ran up your spine. You didn't feel the pain he was supposed to be causing but you could feel the way his voice made your core ache; this was bad you thought. You shook your head as much as his hold would allow. “Good girl, let’s go.” He let his hold on you go, giving you a final warning stare before heading for the bath.

You thankfully remembered your bag in Hidan's room and were able to grab your other set of clothes beforehand. You got out of your dirty clothes and covered yourself with a towel before Kakuzu could even get his pants off. You almost ran to the spring before slipping into the warm water. You almost completely forget where you were and what was happening once the warm liquid filled all your senses. Closing your eyes and laying your head back against the rock you let out a content exhale.

“Everything you hoped for princess?” Kakuzu mused and startled you back to the real world as he stepped into the steaming water, towel tied just enough around his waist. The stitches did go along his whole body and his mask wasn’t on so you could see his full face. More stitching came from the corners of his mouth. You didn't really know what to expect but whatever it was it wasn't supposed to make your tummy do summersaults.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, tiling your head back to the night sky. It had been a long day and sitting in a hot bath was just what you needed. Nearly naked bounty hunter regardless.

You sat in awkward silence for a while before you looked back at the man, his head leaned back and his eyes closed, relaxed. The water only came up to about halfway up his stomach, leaving the rest for your eyes to wander over. Your eyes scanned his body as you got lost in thought. Thoughts about his massive hands that dangle from the edge. Thoughts about them touching you. Your head swirled from the mixture of heat around you and your own dirty thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Kakuzu had opened an eye to check on you and saw the misty look in your eyes as you stared at his practically naked body. Your thighs subconsciously rub together.

“And what is it that you find so fascinating?” His voice had you snapping back to reality in a second. He was looking at you, smirk tugging at the corner of his stitched mouth.

You fumbled over words to form an excuse but could manage to form a whole sentence, face heating up in embarrassment you decided that it was easier to fully ignore the man. You turned completely around and rested arms and head on the ledge. Fully facing away from the taunting monster. Maybe if you just don't talk he will completely forget about you staring at him and let it all go, after all he was much more reasonable than Hidan, right?

Or not so reasonable, the sound and movement of water was heard from behind you. Before you could turn around Kakuzu was leaning over you with his arms caging you in on both sides. He spoke beside your ear, gravely and demanding. “Don't ignore me princess, I wasn't the one staring was i?” His words made you shudder. “Now turn around and tell me what you were thinking about.”

You shook your head, refusing him. With a click of his tongue, you almost felt afraid, but he wouldn't hurt you, he can't leave any marks.

You felt something on your arms, you looked, and it was a little black… tendrils? “Wha…what are these?” you asked, backing away from the edge but only further into Kakuzu's chest. They slide up your shoulders and around your neck, avoiding your hands when you try to pull them away. They came from an open stitch in Kakuzu's arm. Not knowing how to feel about that. When they stopped slithering you could still breathe. Slowly they forced you to turn and look up at the towering man whose arms continued to box you in. “Kakuzu?” you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Pleading for what you weren't even sure, the tendrils didn't hurt but they felt strange and controlling, just like his red and green eyes that didn't need any help to keep you in place. His smirk grew wider. “What happened to the little brat? Get all hot and bothered and don't know what to do about it?” He mocked you. “If you ask nicely, you can cum on my fingers.” A large hand came to ghost across your lower back before it was planted on your hip, towel being the only thing keeping him from fully touching you.

A gasp left you as he gripped your hip in a firm hold, pulling you closer so you really had to strain to look up at him. “Kakuzu… what are.. What do you think you're saying.” you tried to bring back that fire, attitude but it sizzled out fast when a gruff laugh rumbled in his chest, sending more waves of need to your pussy.

Slowly the tendrils untangle from your neck and slide back into Kakuzu's arm. His free arm came to touch the marks Hidan had managed to leave earlier. “Hidan wasted no time, did he make you feel good? Didn't want him to stop and now you're rubbing your thighs together, so needy you lost your attitude.” He chuckled at the soft whine you gave him. His words were making your head spin, or maybe it was just the steam, yeah, the steam. Still, you could feel just how wet your pussy was. “Alright. C’mer.” He said, turning you both in a half circle so he could sit against the ledge, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, hands landed on his chest to keep yourself steady.

“Kakuzu what are you doing?!” you yelped as your core came into contact with his cock that was still covered, barely, by the towel. You didn't even know if he was hard or if he was just that big, but it almost pulled a needy whine from you.

Hands came to hold the sides of your thighs, keeping you still and pressed down on his lap. “I told you, if you ask nicely, I'll let you cum on my fingers. But if you don't ask, then I'll let your needy little pussy suffer. You can consider it a punishment for being such a brat earlier.” He said, one hand sliding between your legs and teasing you with one finger.

A wave of pleasure you'd never felt before washed over your entire body. Your mouth fell open onto a soft ‘o’ shape and your eyes fluttered when his finger slid through your folds.

“Dirty brat, soaked already and I've hardly even touched you.” He teased, watched as you struggled to keep from moaning as his finger worked your clit. Eyes not focused on his chest as you tried to keep them open. Sliding to you hole he watched as your chest heaved and a whiney moan escaped past your parted lips as his finger slid into you.

Kakuzu didn't know what it was, but the sight of you falling apart over one finger made his cock twitch. Maybe it was because you were so obviously touched-starved and being the one to corrupt the pure princess was thrilling in a way.

You couldn't manage to keep the moans in when he began to slowly pump his thick digit into your light hole. Adding another finger had you gasping at the stretch, your head fell back and your eyes closing. “Feel good princess?” He asked. When you didn't answer, lost in your own pleasure he brought the hand still holding your waist to wrap around your throat just enough to force your head back to look up at him. Your eyes opened enough to be able to make out his face through the fog in your head. “I asked you a question, brat.” his stare commanding.

“Y-yes!” you managed to choke out as his fingers never stopped pumping into you.

With a smirk he curled his fingers and drank in the breathy noises you made for him. “Good girl.” the heel of his palm pushed into your clit, creating a whole new sensation that had you clenching around his fingers. Your hand wrapped around the one holding you in place. His pace quickened and with the added pressure you were lost to him. Hips jerking into his hand, breathing uneven and holding onto him for grounding. You felt something, the same slithery feeling as before. His tendrils came up to wrap securely around your hips and things, keeping your legs apart and hips in place.

That feeling of heat that was slowly building simmered out when he slowed down and pulled his palm back. Pumping into you so lazily you couldn't help the pathetic whine that was ripped from you. You looked at him, eyes pleading with the tiniest hint of a pout on your lips. Hips jerking against your restraints to try and find some kind of release.

“Poor baby, so close but you didn't ask, you know what you have to do.” he teased, curling his fingers into your sweet spot. You could barely focus as you looked at him through lidded eyes. “Do you want me to make your tight pussy cum? Need my fingers to make you feel good princess?” He coaxed you, fingers still slowly pumping into you.

Princess, you might not really be one but having a man like Kakuzu do these things to you and calling you that nickname made your cunt clench around his fingers, begging for them to fill you up. “Please, Kakuzu pl-eaase. I want to-mmhg I want you to make me cum.” You manage to get out through shaky breaths. A satisfied smirk played at the corners of his mouth as his fingers picked up pace once again. He held you in place by your throat, making sure he could see every face you made when he curled into the sweet bundle in your tight hole. Your cries and moans grow as his palm comes back down to grind into your now overly sensitive clit. “Kakuz-aah! Feels so go-od!” you cried, pussy fluttering and sucking his fingers in with every thrust and your breathing becomes sporadic.

“Being such a good girl, pussy taking my fingers so well. Need to cum? He asked, looking at you and expecting an answer. The only one you were able to give now was an incoherent sob that sounded like a yes, mostly, and a nod of your head. “Go ahead, cum on my hand.” He pumped into you faster and grinded his palm harder, sending you right over the edge.

Eyes screwing shut your body shook as the high crashed into you with no warning. Your moans louder now and lewder than before were like music to Kakuzu's ears, but he also knew there were some people staying here so he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongue forcing it way into your mouth as he took full dominance of it, eating your sounds as you rode out your high. He let go of your lips at the same time he pulled his fingers from you constricting pussy, a soft whine leaving you at the empty feeling he left behind. He took his hand off your throat and let you catch your breath as you continued to hold onto him, head spinning.

“Alright, I think you'd had a long enough bath.” He said, tendrils pulling from your body before you could register what was happening. Kakuzu lifted you into his arms bridal style and began to get out of the water.

“I can walk on my own, you know.” you tried to tell him, but your voice even sounded shaky still.

“I'm sure, but I don't want to hear you start yelling when I laugh at you for falling if I let you.” He stated.

Once you were back in the changing room, he set you down on the bench and turned away to get dressed. You followed and grabbed your own close, face still bright red and pussy still tingling. What… just happened you thought. This was going to be an interesting next few days if you're going to have to be with these two.

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