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jordyn14 · 11 days

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Don’t Think, Just Do | Joe burrow

Summary: Right after Joes season ending injury, he decided to have Thanksgiving dinner like always with his family. During the dinner, It seems like everything had to go wrong before it could go right.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person fem reader

Words: 4343

Notes: this fic takes place after Joes season ending injury, so if you’re not interested, please just skip. I hope you enjoy!! <3

Taglist: @wickedfun9

It was finally Thanksgiving, which meant for the entire day, the smell of delicious food flooded the house. Like most of us already know, Joe hates turkey, so for every thanksgiving we have been together for, ham has been on the menu. There was currently a ham in the oven, along with mac and cheese that was in the fridge waiting for me to put it in the oven, stuffing, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, and cheesy potatoes, all of which Joe helped make. The entire day was spent making the foods for dinner tonight. On thanksgiving every year, there is always a semi big gathering. Among those people are Joe's parents, Joe's grandparents, and Joe's brothers and their wives and kids. Because of everything that's been going on and the stress of picking out a doctor for joes surgery, we were all a little unsure of how thanksgiving was going to be, but Joe insisted that it needed to be the same as every year, and this year, since we just moved into our new house, we were having it over our house.

Every single food on the menu was done and either in the oven or in the fridge that was going to be heated up prior to dinner, so right now Joe and I were making the dough for the pumpkin pie. Usually I would stick to the lazy and easy side of things and use a premade crust, but since it was thanksgiving and Joe deserves it, I was making a homemade crust. Because we made sure to start everything early, we were right on track to have the pumpkin pie in the oven just in time for the guests to start arriving since everyone came about an hour or two before we ate dinner. In the background, the song New Person, Same Old Mistakes, by Tame Impala started to play from Joes speaker. Joe has some songs on his playlist that I don't like since I don't like a lot of rap songs, but he has a few that I really love, and this is one of them. I never knew about tame impala until he introduced me to them a few years ago, and now I love them.

I started to bop my head to the song and move my body to the rhythm of the song while putting the dough into the pie container. I moved my shoulders and body to the beat, and soon Joe joined in and started to dance with me a little bit. I couldn't help it, I loved this song. I grabbed the rolling pin that I set down after rolling out the dough and held it up like it was a microphone. "I can just hear them now, 'how could you let us down?' But they don't know what I found, or see it from this way round." I started to sing into my 'microphone' while dancing some more and walking around the island. "Oh yeah, now it's gettin' lit." Joe laughed and grabbed onto a spoon so he could sing the next lyrics. "Feeling it overtake, all that I used to hate. One by one every trait I tried, but it's way too late. All the signs I don't read. Two sides of me can't agree. Will I be in too deep?" Joe sang and gestured to me to sing this next part.

While we sang, we were a laughing mess. The both of us sucked at singing, although we loved to sing. "Going with what I always longed for...feel like a brand new person." I sang. "But you'll make the same old mistakes." Joe sang the next part that was quieter. "I don't care, I'm in love." I sang while making a little heart sign with my hands at Joe. I spun in a little circle and reached Joe who grabbed ahold of my hand and raised it above my head so I could spin. "Stop before it's too late, I know there's too much at stake." I sang. "Making the same mistakes." Joe sang. After he sang this, I prepared myself for the next high note and sang, "and I still don't know why it's happening." The both of us laughed, knowing I totally butchered the high note.

When the song was over and we sang pretty much the whole song, give or take a few lines that we missed while we danced, we went back to making our pumpkin pie. Once we were all done with it, Joe stuck it in the oven and I sat myself down on the island counter and kicked my feet while waiting, my stomach growling a little bit. Joe looked at me sitting on the island and started to walk my way. I spread my legs apart so Joe could step between them, so when he did, I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively and pulled him closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Joe put his hands on my waist.

"I love Thanksgiving so much, mostly for the food" I laughed. Joe nodded with a sigh and kissed my lips. "I love any day I get to spend with my wife." Joe said. My cheeks flushed red and butterflies soared through my stomach. "Damn, you fluster so easily." Joe said with a little chuckle. "It's the Joe Sheisty effect, I swear." I laughed. "Ah, okay, we can go with that." Joe joked. The both of us looked into each others eyes for a second too long until our eyes shifted to each others lips and then back up to each others eyes. After a few seconds, Joe leaned forwards and captured my lips in his. I turned my head to the right for easier access as our lips moved in perfect harmony, like they were made for each other. As we kissed, Joe slipped one of his hands under my shirt. I let out the faintest moan when his cold hands hit my skin, not expecting the cold, and I arched my back slightly.

With his hand under my shirt, he began to run his cool fingers up and down my back as we kissed. With the other hand, he brought it up and cupped my cheek. I ran my fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, down to his biceps, then his back muscles. Our hands explored each other's body's as if we hadn't touched each other in years and forgot what we felt like. Joe released my lips and began to kiss my jaw which then turned into my neck. Joe began to suck and kiss at my neck, making sure not to stay in one place too long and leave magenta marks. I sucked in a small breath at the feeling of his lips on my neck and leaned my head back slightly as Joe moved my hair out of his way. I repeatedly let out soft moans. I felt his teeth graze my soft skin before he got to the spot that always felt amazing. He began to suck and kiss even more, knowing this was my spot. I let out a few more soft moans, loving the feeling and not wanting him to ever stop.

"You are the most gorgeous woman in this entire universe," Joe said, taking his hips off of my neck for a second, "in any universe." His lips attached to my neck once again as butterflies fluttered their tiny wings in my stomach at Joes words of affirmation. I started to lift up my skirt for easy access while Joe leaned back slightly. Just as Joe started to unbuttoned his pants and unzip them, I heard a car pull into the driveway. "Shit." Joe and I said at the same time. "Shit." We both said again once we realized what we were about to do. Joe zipped his pants back up quickly while I situated my panties and then jumped down from the counter. We both laughed at how in sync we were and then I looked down at Joes hard-on. "Do you think you can really be in front of your family like that?" I asked Joe with a small smirk, knowing he didn't fully realize yet. He probably felt it, but didn't realize how bad it was. "What do you mean? I thought you liked this shirt." Joe said. I couldn't help but laugh at Joe and how he was so unaware of what was going on. "Do you really want your family to know what we were doing before they got here?" I asked Joe.

Joe just raised an eyebrow out of confusion and said, "how would they know?" I slapped my forehead a little bit and then said, "you have a fucking boner Joe." I started to laugh when Joes eyes got all wide and looked down to see the tent in his pants that was gradually getting bigger. "Shit." Joe said quickly and covered himself with his hands. "Go upstairs and take care of...that," I said, gesturing to the tent in his pants, "and I'll go get the door for whoever is here and tell them that you spilled something on yourself and needed to change." I said. "This is your fault." Joe said with a little laugh as he started to run up the stairs. "What? You started it" I laughed. Just as I started following Joe to the stairs that were near the door, someone knocked at the door. "If you weren't so gorgeous, I wouldn't get horny." Joe said just before he turned and started to sprint up the stairs.

I shook my head with a laugh and then walked to the door. I unlocked it and then opened it up to greet whoever was standing outside of it. My face lit up when my eyes landed on Robin and Jimmy, who of course were the first ones here, like always. "Hello my favorite daughter in law! Oh, the house looks amazing!" Robin said and pulled me into a ginormous and tight hug. "Thank you!" I said and smiled at Jimmy who was looking at the place with a big smile on his face. After I hugged Robin, I hugged Jimmy and then I invited them inside. After I invited them in, Jimmy was holding in a laugh on the side of Robin who started laughing. "What? Come in!" I said, excited that they were going to be in this house for the first time since it's been decorated since we just moved in a week ago.

"I think you got a little something on your, uh-chest." Robin said, her face slightly red from laughing. I looked down at my chest to see Joes hand print he made with the flour that I was totally oblivious to. I brushed the flour off of my shirt as fast as I could while my face flushed red out of embarrassment. I moved to the side so Robin and Jimmy could walk in and then shut the door behind them with a little sigh and said to myself, "you're an idiot." When I turned back around, I gave a quick smile to Robin and Jimmy who were still calming their laughter after what they saw. "Where's my son? Don't tell me he's playing video games." Robin said. "He's upstairs changing, he spilled something on himself." I said. "Flour?" Jimmy said with a laugh.

With a little groan and then a laugh, I walked past them and they followed me to the living room. Because I knew more people would want to see The house in its entirety, I waited to give the tour of the house until everyone showed up. When Joe came down, he greeted his parents and then one by one, more people arrived. First, it was Jamie and his wife Stella, and their son Justin, and then Dan and his wife Jenna, and their daughters Penelope and Emily, then Joe's grandparents. Once everyone was here, I gave them a tour of the house while Joe got all of the food ready and brought it to the dining room table. Through most of the tour, there were ooh's and awe's, especially in the game and bar area downstairs and the movie theatre. When we were done with the tour, we made our way to the living room where we talked for a little bit and then we finally decided it was time for dinner.

We all sat down and started eating right away, all of us starving because we made sure to save lots of room for food. There were conversations all around the dinner table between multiple different people, but I was currently talking with Jenna and Robin about Jenna's new therapist job that she just got. She was working for a smaller company, but after a lot of consideration, she decided to move to a bigger company. "I was just unhappy at my old job and this new one offers a lot more than the other place...and the money isn't bad either." Jenna said with a little smirk and head tilt at the end. "Girl go get that bag. Plus, life's too short to be miserable in any aspect of it." I said with a little shrug, justifying her decision. "Amen to that." Robin said and pretended to cheers her wine and then took a hearty sip.

As the dinner went on, I noticed that Joe started clenching his jaw next to me, obviously agitated by something. I was initially worried that his hand was bothering him, but realized that for a lot of the dinner, Jamie has been constantly talking about Joe's injury. He wants to know more about it like where he's getting the surgery, if he knew he was done for the season when he felt it pop, how much it hurt, among other things. Also for a lot of the dinner, Joe's been trying to change the subject by giving short responses and then talking about something else, but it always came back to Jamie asking about the injury or football in general. "How is rehab going to work this time? You going to the same place in Cali like you did with your knee or staying here?" Jamie asked Joe. From the end of the table closest to me where Robin was, and the other end where Jimmy was, I could tell they knew Joe was agitated, but it seemed like Jamie couldn't tell.

The last thing I wanted was for Joe to blow up or say something that would make Jamie mad. Then that would lead to Jamie getting upset, and then the whole night would be either ruined or just awkward. "Yeah, I don't know. Still trying to figure that all out." Joe said, his voice sounding upset and annoyed. When Joe said this, he reached up and started rubbing the back of his neck, clenching and unclenching his jaw some more. Glancing down, I reached for his hand in his lap and then gave it a small squeeze when I got it in my hand. Joe glanced at me with a small and thankful smile before looking straight ahead so he could take another bite of his food. "Did you know right away how bad it was?" Jamie asked him from across the table. Instead of answering his question this time, Joe adverted his attention to his dad and asked him something that I couldn't quite make out.

Since Joe got away from the football talk, I turned my attention back over to Robin, Jenna, and Stella since we were all talking about the house. "Hey mommy?" Emily asked who was sitting next to Jenna. "Yes sweetheart?" She asked and tucked a piece of hair behind Emily's ear. "Can I have more stuffing?" She asked. "Of course you can." Jenna said and scooped some more stuffing on her plate. I smiled down at Emily who shoved a ton of stuffing into her mouth while looking at me. "How do you think the Bengals are going to do without you?" Jamie asked. Whipping my head over towards Jamie, I was about to say something but Joe smashed his left hand on the table, making everyone jump a little bit, shocked at his reaction. From the hard contact, all of the glasses on the table shook like crazy; I even grabbed onto mine just incase it decided to tip over.

"Can we talk about something other than football for one god damn second?" Joe raised his voice. We all looked at Joe as he stood up from the table abruptly and then stormed out of the dining room and towards the living room. I watched Joe walk away before he left my sight. The only thing I heard other than our forks dropping on our plates was the sliding back door open and then close with a lot of force. With a little sigh, I turned my attention back towards the table where everyone was trying to act like nothing happened and continue thanksgiving dinner. From everything that was going on, I felt tears prick my eyes. Trying to keep myself from crying, I lifted my hand up and put it under my nose, trying anything to calm myself down. Robin, seeing that I was a little emotional, reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a little squeeze. Looking over at her, she gave me a reassuring smile.

"Geez, what did I do? I didn't think I said anything bad." Jamie said while he wiped his mouth off. From across from him, his grandparents and wife were about to say something to Jamie, obviously angry with him, but I intervened. "This is his second season ending injury in 4 years, he is frustrated right now, and talking about football doesn't help. The only reason he told me that he still wanted to have this dinner was because he thought it would be a good way to forget about his injury, but instead, that's all you're talking about. Put yourself in his shoes and cut him some fucking slack, Jamie." I said. I dropped Robins hand that was holding mine and left the table, storming off just like Joe did. "What the hell are you thinking, Jamie?" I heard Jimmy ask Jamie. "Please wait." Robin called after me as I walked out of the dining room.

After I walked out of the dining room, I headed towards the back door so I could go to Joe and see if he was okay. As soon as I looked outside, I saw Joe sitting down on the couch which was surrounded by the other patio furniture we needed to prepare for winter. Joe was staring straight ahead. Looking at his expression, I could tell he was upset but trying to hide it. Ever since his injury, he’s been closed off, which is typical for him during an injury. We haven’t even really talked about it yet because I always let him come to me instead of me pushing him to talk to me about it. As soon as I slid the door open a little bit, Joe immediately looked up to see who was walking outside. When he saw that it was me, he gave me a small smile and scooted over so he was on one side of the couch and then patted the side next to him, wanting me to sit next to him. "Why didn't you stay and eat? You didn't have to come out here." Joe said.

I walked over to him and then sat down right next to him. Once I did, Joe put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "Yes I did, plus, I kind of went off on your brother, so it would've been awkward if I stayed." We both laughed for a few seconds before I rested my head on Joes shoulder. There was a moment of silence before I spoke up, "are you okay?" I asked Joe. There was a definite sigh from above me as I pulled away slightly to look into his eyes, but we both kept our arms around one another. I could tell that he was carrying a lot of stress and anxiety. He was tensed up and doing his best to hold back, but I knew if I put a little bit of pressure, the flood gates would open up, and that’s what he needed right now. He needed to talk about it.

"Are you okay?" I repeated as a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek only to get caught by my hand that quickly wiped it away. As I looked into Joes eyes, I noticed that he was trying his best not to cry, but I knew he wanted to. I knew he wanted to open up and talk about his pent up emotions but was struggling to. "I'll be fine. After my surgery I'll get back at it, just like with my knee." Joe said, but his bottom lip started to quiver slightly. His voice was shaky, his eyes were glistening with tears, and his breathing was heavy and uneven. He was trying so hard to hold back. "Joey, tell me how you really feel, it's okay." I said and ran my fingers through his hair slightly.

With a gentle shake of his head, Joe bit his bottom lip to hide the small quiver and said, "I can't feel sorry for myself, and I don't want you to feel sorry for me either." I brought my hands up and cupped the sides of his cheeks, making him look over at me. “Opening up and showing a little bit of emotion doesn’t mean you have to feel sorry for yourself. This is a big deal, Joe, and holding back your emotions is only going to make it worse. You have to let it out before you can move on." I said. Joe took a deep breath and sealed his eyes shut. His shoulders dropped low and he eventually let a few tears slip from his eyes which rolled down his rosy cheeks. Joe let out a shaky breath and bit the inside of his cheek. “I just came back from an injury...I just started to feel 100% again and was ready to prove that to everyone," Joe started to say, "Now I'm out for the season, and it feels terrible. I feel like I was just down on the field after fucking up my knee and missing the rest of the season, now I have to miss the rest of this season." Joe said.

"I get it, Joey." I said, encouraging him to keep going. "This past offseason and training camp I was supposed to be healthy, but I hurt my calf. So, I hoped that this next offseason and training camp I would be 100% healthy, but once again, I won't be. I will have to go back to rehab for yet again another injury...but this time I don't even know if I'll get 100% of my strength and grip back." Joe said, more tears escaping his eyes as he poured out all of his emotion that he had, until there was nothing left. Joe said everything that he was keeping bottled up inside of him. After staring at the ground for a few seconds, he finally looked up and into my eyes. We held eye contact for a few seconds. We both didn't move, we just looked at each other while we both cried and took deep breaths. "It's going to be okay." I said.

"How do you know?" Joe asked me. With a deep breath, I said what I truly felt. I let my heart instead of my head do the talking. "You are Joseph Lee Burrow. You came back from your hand surgery and being the backup to the backup. You came came back from your sprained knee. You came back for the first game of the season after appendix surgery just a few months prior and made it to the AFC championship. You played with a messed up calf and still managed to pull out some wins. You tore your ACL, MCL, and PCL your first ever year in the NFL, worked your ass off every single day to get better and made it to the Super Bowl. The fucking Super Bowl, Joe. You are incredible and there is nothing you can't do, I believe that and everyone else does too. You should to. No one is expecting you to be 100% right now, so you can sulk for a little bit, because this sucks. I know it does. I know how hard it is to be in this spot again after everything you've conquered. I also know that when you're done sulking, you're going to grind and work hard every single day until this is a thing of the past." I told him.

"You are so strong Joseph Lee Burrow, physically and mentally. I know you will work hard and never give up on rehab, no matter how hard it is for you. It's hard? Suck it up. You’re strong enough to do this. And I'll be here every step of the way just like always. All you have to do is believe in yourself." I said. "I just keep worrying and thinking that-" Joe started to say but I cut him off. I placed my forehead on his and said, "Just Stop thinking, Joe. Don't think, Just Do.” I started to stroke Joes cheek as he processed everything I said, and then he said, "You said that to me about colleges on our first date and when I was on the fence about LSU and when I hurt my knee and then after the Super Bowl." Joe smiled slightly. "Exactly, now look where you are. What's another setback?" I asked him. Joe took a deep breath and nodded a little bit while maintaining eye contact with me. "Alright." Joe said.

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forgeofthenine · 6 months

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Could I request an NSFW headcanon for Dammon and Zevlor with a breeding kink 👀 I feel like of the tiefling bachelors those two would definitely have a breeding kink

Also your writing is amazing and perfect ❤️ you are quite literally one of the only blogs powering me through this tiefling hyperfixation of mine thank you 😭😭

Thank you so much Anon, I've been wanting to write for this kink since before I started the blog!! I'm so glad to hear I'm fuelling your hyperfixation, and I'm always happy to be of service <3

I added Rolan in as a little extra treat, I hope you enjoy :)

NSFW under the cut, surprisingly gender neutral considering the theme

No real warnings, just possible overstimulation for all parts but particularly for Rolan

Tiefling bachelor's with a breeding kink

Dammon

This man, dear lord

I have never seen a man with a bigger breeding kink

Dammon is a family man through and through, and no one could blame either of you for enjoying creating that family

As soon as you two settle into baldurs gate it's a thought that never leaves his mind

Absolutely the type to whisper in your ear what he's going to do to you later, sometimes to the point you need to pull him into the bedroom yourself

Once you're there, he's all over you

It doesn't matter if you can get pregnant or not, he always fucks you with that same intense need

Dammon kisses you so sweetly as he pulls you into a mating press, sinfully holding you down against the bed

He's able to keep you pinned for hours if you'll let him, the stamina used in his forge also finds a use in the bedroom

The strain never bothers him, Dammons focus entirely on the way you squeeze so nicely around his dick, how you moan with every thrust of his hips

There's nothing quite like having your legs held down, Dammons tail wrapping around an ankle, his lips hungrily kissing yours before parting to murmur in your ear

"Mm, go on, you can be louder than that darling. Let everyone know how much you want my cum, want me to breed you-"

He pays plenty of attention to your chest too, squeezing and sucking as he imagines how you'll look swollen with milk

It's obvious, but he cums inside every time

Dammon watches as he pulls out too, seeing his seed dripping from you before asking if you're up for another round

Zevlor

After years of thinking the possibility of having kids was behind him, Zevlor stopped thinking about it so much

That is, until you asked, and reawakened something inside him

Suddenly his thoughts are consumed by the idea of getting you pregnant

Once again, whether or not you can get pregnant doesn't matter to him

I feel like Zevlor is partial to missionary style, some may thinks it's boring but he sees it as a classic, it lets you both feel everything and he loves seeing your face

He'd also be partial to cowgirl if you want to top, it lets him see your whole body and run his hands over every part of you

He's just so soft with you, even his pace is sweet and focuses on your pleasure

Zevlors the type to talk sweet nothings to you as he makes love to you, his breeding kink really does just come from how much he loves you

"You look gorgeous, my love. I can't wait to see you carrying our child."

You'll always cum too, multiple times

A lot actually

He does too

Definitely the type to stay inside afterwards, keeping his cum deep inside with the hopes of it taking

He pulls you in close, spooning you so your bodies are still pressed tight together as he wraps himself around you

The type to also place a large, warm hand over your lower stomach as he imagines the family you'll both have

Rolan

Rolan is a bit of a wildcard

I have a feeling he secretly likes children, and is shockingly good with them

After his younger siblings, and all the refugee children, once he's settled into Ramaziths tower his mind will drift

Unlike the other two, it's very impromptu

Rolan would have you pressed against a bookshelf in his private study, taking you roughly from behind

Some stranger, some asshole, had put his hands all over you and Rolan wasn't having any of it

What was the best way to show you had all you needed already, with him? Getting you knocked up

He was in such a rush that you're both still mostly clothed, your pants pulled down and his robes pushed aside with the laces of his pants undone

He nips and kisses your neck as he thrusts into you, hands firm on your hips and tail spreading your legs apart

When he does cum, he pulls out slowly, and presses any that leaks out back in with his finger

Rolan revels in your fucked out moans as he does, taking advantage to finger you to another orgasm

"That's it baby, go on, give me another and I'll give you more of my cum. Gonna fill you up all over again."

It won't take long until you feel a familiar ridged cock rubbing against your ass

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ssailormoonn · 25 days

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─── ❛ NSFW Alphabet ❜

Uchiha Sasuke X fem!Reader

| NSFW | REQUEST? yes |

REQUEST; @enouche - Hi , you made a really good headcanons for Sasuke so I was wondering if you please can make a sfw or nsfw ( whatever you want) alphabet for him . <333

WC; 2k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Breeding, degradation, praise, begging + more

NARUTO/BORUTO MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare

I personally think that Sasuke wouldn't even know what aftercare is until you tell him about it. His reaction would be like, "That's a thing?" Don't think that Sasuke would do much for aftercare, but I know that he would hold you close to him as you are family to him, girlfriend or wife. Sasuke probably wouldn't take the time to help clean you up, I think he would value the time after having sex more than giving aftercare if that makes sense? Having your body close to his, knowing that you will not leave him matters so much more, he wouldn't want to leave you alone after sex, even if he seems distant after sex, he's just thinking about you in his arms.

B = Body part (his favourite about himself and you)

Well, Sasukes favourite body part for you would have to be your neck and chest area. He just loves to suck on the soft skin as he slowly thrusts into you soaked pussy. He also just loves to mark up your chest and it's not even intentional !! he just seems to do it out of instinct, wanting to suck from your neck down to your chest, the way your back arches into him could be the reason...

C = Cum

I'm going to say that his cum isn't a very thick consistency but he does cum quick a bit, quite sticky as well. If he isn't coming in your pussy or mouth, then it would probably be your stomach and its bonus points if some lands onto your breasts. I don't think Sasuke would like to admit it but if you guys are in the bathroom after sex and you hope into the shower before he gets in he gets a little pouty seeing you wash his cum off your body and attempting to wash away the cum that keeps on seeping out your puffy folds, that took lots of energy to fill up :(

D = Dirty Secret

When you aren't on a mission with him or he knows that he won't be with you for a couple of months, he would bring some of your.... belongings with him, if yk what I mean of course. He just needs to have something of you with him and if it helps him feel good that even better, aka your panties or bra 😕

E = Experience

I'm going to say Sasuke was pretty inexperienced, so you probably would have been his first, or that he has lost his virginity and just isn't as experienced because he's only done it once or twice.

F = Favourite Postion

Either loves to fuck you in missionary or doggy, no in between. He wants to see your face contort in pleasure as he pounds your pretty pussy as deep as he can. Sasuke loves to watch your beautiful face mold into the most fucked out expressions. Sasuke uses missionary when he comes back from a mission and he just misses you so much, he thinks that this makes him feel so much more closer to you, your legs tight around his hips as his cock pulses in and out of your gummy walls, your hands either entangled within his hair, around his shoulders with your nails digging into his pale skin or placed above you, gripping the sheets.

But with doggy now... he is either going to tease you, going slow as he can, dragging his thick length in and out of your gummy walls, inciting needy whines from you. Or, Sasuke is going to be pounding into you, so fast and deep you can't even think. He gets off seeing you all helpless in front of him, the pretty arch of your back as your dainty hands grip at the sheets, your plushy breasts pressed hard against the mattress, the plump flesh peaking out from the sides at how hard your body is being pressed to the bed--

G = Goofy

He's serious in the moment, I can't see him relatively laughing or making jokes during his sex time with you. The most he would do is probably let out a humorous huff against your mouth or skin when he sees your struggling and writhing beneath him, trying to pull your self away from his advances, but he knows you love it.

H = Hair

He's out most of the time so he probably doesn't have the time to clean it much down there but he makes sure it's trimmed down so he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, he cares about what you think about him-

I = Intimacy

When you and Sasuke are having more of an intimate moment for sex, he holds you hand with his by your side, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth, inciting small whimpers from you. That just gets the man off. But I doubt the moment would be too 'romantic' as you would be shaking so much from his thrusts 😭

J = Jack off

Jacks off when you aren't around him especially when he's on missions and you aren't with him, he just needs to feel something. Jerking himself of to the thought of you or even just palming himself through his pants with his head pressed against the surface of a tree as his eyes screw shut imagining that it's you making him feel good.

K = Kink/s

Let's be so for real guys, how can Sasuke not be into fulling you flush with his cum, every Uchiha does it, don't they? He loves thinking about breeding your tight cunt. Wanting to see your stomach full of his children, thinking about having to help you all the time because you can't do any small mundane tasks anymore. Its the Uchiha breeding kink calling him--

I think he'd be into light degradation and possession?? Just occasionally calling you his slut or just making you feel like nothing to him. "Just take my come, that's all my slut needs to do for me.' But after I feel like he would feel bad for calling you names so he'd make sure to be extra touchy the next day, considering he isn't big on showing affection :(

L = Location

Prefers to be in a classic setting of a bed because he is a man of traditional ways as that is the way he grew up. He wouldn't be against doing it out on a mission but as long as no one can see because he want's you all to himself. He feels safest knowing that it's only you two, he lets himself be vulnerable with you, all his touches belong to you and he'll make sure you'll never forget.

M = Motivation

If you say anything that makes him tick he will put you in your place and you do so willingly. Or, just simply because he sees your beauty and wants to indulge in you over, and over.

N = No

He definitely doesn't like to spit on you, he values your entire existence and doesn't want you to feel any less then how you want to feel, he is too scared you might leave him, oh the poor pretty boy. Sasuke might call you slut or a bitch during sex but he knows you're okay with that.

O = Oral

Sasuke prefers to be given head rather than give it himself. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely love eating out your soaked cunt but he just rather your tight mouth try to fit his length without gagging. Sasuke is a busy and tired man most of the time, so having his pretty girl be at his disposal for him makes him go crazy. Loves coming down your throat and making you open your plump lips to make sure that you swallowed all his seed. Sasuke loves the way you make sure to trace every vein on his dick before taking him whole in your mouth and the muffled gags and gasps you make on his dick causing you to grip his thighs just makes him want to cum down your tight little throat more.

P = Pace

Depending on his mood, normally he has quite a deep and reasonably fast pace but when he's mad at you or mad at something that has pissed him of, Sasuke is rough with you, forcing you to take all his advances, thrusting roughly into your gummy walls.

Q = Quickie

He isn't the biggest fan of them, he'd do it once or twice but that is the most. Sasuke just needs the time to focus on breeding you 🥺

R = Risk

The most risk he would take is having sex in the forest on one of his missions, as I said, he is a traditional man and likes the traditional practices

S = Stamina

Sasuke can and will go all night long, his stamina is through the roof, especially if you egg him on saying he can cum inside your sticky walls, then how can he not go all night? Although, you would probably all tired after the second round, but that isn't stopping Sasuke from slowly teasing you and edging you on just so he can get more orgasms from you, tight walls squeezing the cum out of his length into your fertile womb.

T = Toys

No. He wants you to want him and him to want you.

U = Unfair

The only time he would be 'unfair' would be if he just remembers every time how cute and whiney you look after him stop thrusting into you, edging you, so he just does it for fun because he loves how needy you get, how much you need Sasuke to satisfy the ache in your lower abdomen.

V = Volume

Sasuke isn't a loud moaner but he deeply groans into your skin or mouth as he is either eating you out, getting head or thrusting into your folds. He occasionally lets out moans but it's only when he's coming :( He knows how much you love hearing him moan and that makes the poor man embarrassed. He mostly lets out really breathy sighs that almost sound like moans though 🫣 And hearing those noises come out his mouth just makes you fall in love with him even more (and makes you want him inside you even more-)

W = Wild?

At the beginning of the relationship, he would have tried to be tame so badly but he just couldn't hold himself further on causing him to be more, he always makes sure not to hurt you.

X = X-ray

Sasuke is a strong defined man, in the body of course. Defined abs and a big strong body. He is over six foot so what's in his pants doesn't disappoint. I'm going to say anything between 6-7 inches. He has a slight mushroom head with is a light shade of pinky/red and has light blue veins trailing on the underside of his length.

Y = Yearning

I don't think Sasuke would crave for sex all the time but he definitely won't disagree to having some special time with you if you asked. He'd tease you about it, "You needy?" and then proceed to give you the time of your life. Sasuke prefers to be in more classic setting when having sex, like a bedroom but he isn't opposed to having sex when the both of you are out on missions.

Z = Zzzz

You would fall asleep quickly after what Sasuke does to you but Sasuke would stay up just a couple minutes longer, maybe even an hour, just to see you peaceful face and body in his arms. Sasuke falls asleep to the thought about how lucky he is to have found someone knowing that you won't leave him.

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Finwean generational trauma is so real. I imagine, after Maglor and Maedhros kidnapped the twins, there was a clear and brutal understanding that that was not them giving those children a good life; but also, also, with Maglor and Maedhros being prone to the Oath, with their lives and souls tainted and fractured by bloodshed and murder and violence and loss and despair, they'd think there was no chance in the void for them to make something good out of it. Not with the Oath, not with the Doom, not with the way their father was. Their grandfather, due to whatever eldritch horror haunted his childhood in Endorë, felt that he had to have as many children as possible, so that his family would not fail and he wouldn't be left alone and scared in the dark. As a result, their father, abandoned and traumatised and angry, felt that he had to have as many children as possible, so that he would never be abandoned again, alone and scared in the dark. And he made sure of that. He had seven children, and he tied them up with an unbreakable Oath that would sooner destroy all of them than let them give up on him. So many hurts in this family were attempted to be healed with the use of children. And now here are Maglor and Maedhros. Alone and scared in the dark. True, there are two little boys on their hands, yet they have already wronged these boys so deeply. If there is a small chance of salvation or even redemption through them, Maglor and Maedhros would not take it. Besides, it would not work anyway. Refusing to repeat the old pattern is a first step in the right direction, and on itself it wouldn't be enough, but...

But then Eärendil appears in the sky. This is Elrond and Elros' father up there - and at the same time there is Fëanor too, because it's the silmaril that shines, the unobtainable, unreachable, illusory silmaril, like a father Maglor and Maedhros still desperately long for. Oh, but he will not come back. He is as far away as any star in the sky. The twins can't have their father back, and neither can the last two Fëanorians.

And then it hits Maglor. True, his brother and him are Doomed. True, there is probably no happy ending for them two. But it doesn't have to be this way for Elrond and Elros. With whatever strength and will to live and hope that he has left, he will try to do better by them. Maedhros would try to argue, but Maglor would tell him, They did not have Fëanor for a father! And they will not.

He can only hope that his genuine love and care he will give to the twins is just enough for them to turn out better than Maglor and Maedhros did. Maglor and Maedhros took them in. Now they are responsible. They will try. If redemption comes, it's not through acquiring someone to love you, but through loving them as sincerely and selflessly as your broken heart can. And if redemption doesn't come at all, so be it. It was not about redemption anyway. The second step, to consciously break the chain, is made.

Alas, it does not work as well on Maedhros. He doesn't feel this bittersweet bliss. He has fallen too deep into despair. And as soon as Elrond and Elros are gone, it becomes not enough for Maglor to heal either. He has just enough hope left to argue with his brother whether or not to go for silmarils. But all those last years spent alone with Maedhros sucked a lot out of Maglor, and nothing is left, apart from the feverish devotion, Nelyo knows better, Nelyo always knew better, like a dark shadow of Father always knows better, we will follow him and we will die for him if needed... No matter that Maedhros is not in his right mind. Neither was Fëanor. Their father's Oath is intertwined with their love for each other, and it binds them together ever stronger. Maglor would not leave Maedhros. But Maedhros loves his brother too. He might have not been healed by a star, but he is still Nelyo. The big brother. And while he could not break any vicious circles with his life, but with his death, for his last surviving brother, he would try.

It was not enough for Maedhros or Maglor. But it was enough for Elrond and Elros. With them, Finwean generational trauma was healed. The chain was broken. And i firmly believe that, despite their own trauma, both ultimately had healthy and happy families.

And if Maglor is still out there, Elrond will find him. He will finish what Maglor - his father - has started.

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axelsagewrites · 11 months

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robb stark x fem reader smut where robb talks the reader through it/praise kink

Robb Stark*Good Girl

Pairing: Robb x f!reader

A/N: The prompt didn’t say inexperienced reader but I thought it would work

Warnings: inexperienced smut, handjob, m! receiving oral, f! receiving oral, praise kink, a lot of praise kink smut 18+

Word Count: 2851

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Things with Robb were amazing, perfect even. When you first got the news of your betrothal you were apprehensive to put it lightly. Why would you want to marry some stuck-up fancy lord? Then you saw his face.

Robb had been far sweeter than you could have hoped. While at first, he was also reluctant to the arrangement he soon warmed to your presence when your family went to Winterfell to spend the month with the Starks. By the end of the month, he was, as Theon liked to point out, absolutely whipped.

At the end of the month your parents broke the news; you would not be leaving with them. They had decided to have you fostered at Winterfell after seeing how much you enjoyed it. even though you struggled at first with the adjustment you soon grew to love every inch of the castle as well as your betrothed.

You often would sneak around the castle after bed with Robb, meeting up in abandoned chambers to talk or the kitchens to scavenge a midnight snack. During the day you snuck off to the godswood or during feasts to the stables. Your adventures were often joined by Jon and Theon, occasionally the younger Starklings tagging along, but the longer you were at Winterfell the more you dragged Robb off to hide in quiet corridors alone.

Girls at your home had gossiped about this sort of stuff. Kissing in corridors and learning how to take care of a sword as they put it. the way they spoke about it made it seem like either a game or a punishment but with Robb it was different. His kissing was tender and slow, his hands soft and gentle but the more you snuck off for make outs in the godswood the more his hands began to search. You didn’t want to stop him despite everything telling you that you should. Instead, all your body wanted was more.

You had also gotten bolder over the two years you had spent at Winterfell and had begun to sneak Robb into your chambers when the air was too cold for your godswood fun. “Hey,” you whispered as you creaked the door open, Robb slipping in quickly so you could close it, your back to him.

“Hi,” he said back, his voice low but a smile it. when you turned back to face him Robb stepped closer, closing the space between you, his hands resting on your hips. His lips were chapped against yours but soft and sweet none the less. Robb pulled back from the kiss, your lips instinctively chasing his and causing him to chuckle, “Did I tell you how pretty you are?”

“Everyday,” you said, a light blush coating your cheeks as you took his hand and led him over to sit on the bed.

Your mother would gasp if she saw you now, curled up in Robb Starks arms, your lips dancing with his. His lips had started slowing but had grown faster, hungrier, as his hands squeezed your hips. “Gods you’re amazing,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

Your hands tangled in his hair as your lips crashed on his again. You had both stripped off your cloaks and heavy layers. While you were still in your dress, Robb was left in just his trousers and undershirt allowing you to see his toned figure beneath the thin cloth and gods did he look good like this.

His lips moved from your lips to kiss your cheek then trail from your jaw, kissing your earlobe then down to your collarbones. You couldn’t help but giggle when he nipped at the sensitive skin or stop your moan when he began to kiss and suck on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. “I want you,” you moaned lightly before the words had even made sense in your head.

The words seemed to drive Robb into overdrive as his lips crashed back onto yours, his pace hungry and needy as he held your jaw in his hand. “Don’t tease me love,” he said, before kissing your jaw and nipping at your ear, “I wouldn’t be able to control myself,”

“Please,” you whined when you saw his hard bulge fighting against its trouser fabric. “I wanna feel you,” your said, your fingers grazing over the bulge.

Robb groaned lightly as he looked down at you, “You really are a gift from the gods, aren’t you?” he murmured as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “You gonna be good for me?” he asked. You were too mesmerised by him to respond but simply nodded your head instead. “Good girl,” he said as his fingers began to unlace his trousers.

Your eyes widened when his trousers loosened, and he sprung free. It was larger than you had expected and red around the tip. Robb couldn’t help but chuckle at your doe eyed expression. “We don’t have too, love,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“I wanna,” you said, your hand hesitantly moving towards it, “Can I…?” you said, your words trailing off as your cheeks flushed.

“You wanna touch it?” he asked lightly, and you nodded. Robb chuckled as he took your hand and guided it to hold him by his base.

Robb let go off your hand and you gave a couple soft strokes to his cock which was enough to make soft moans come from Robbs throat. You stopped for a moment to look at him, “Can you,” you began, stuttering out the words.

“Can I what princess?” he asked as he brushed the hair out of your face.

You swallowed hard before meeting his eyes, “Can you teach me? I wanna do it right I wanna-“

“Be a good girl?” Robb asked, cutting you off.

The words sent shivers down your spine and a hollow feeling grew in your stomach. “Yes,” you stammered out. “I wanna be good,”

“Okay love,” Robb said as he moved slightly up the bed to be sitting with his back against the headboard, “Well first things first. We’ve got to do something about that dress of yours,” he said as he began to pull his under shirt off and tossing it to the side.

You blushed at his words but stood from the bed, your hands working on the laces of your dress till it pooled round your ankles, leaving you in just your shift. The thin shift was not enough to stop the cool northern air from making you shiver or your nipples from perking, a sight that made Robb groan with lust.

“Come here love,” he instructed as he had you climb to sit on his thighs facing him, his cock standing proudly between you both. Robb brushed the hair out of your face, his touch gentle against your skin, “So perfect,” he mumbled as his hands moved down to graze your chest, his thumbs stroking over your perked nipples sending shivers in your skin, “Such a pretty girl,” he praised, his eyes roaming your figure.

Your skin flushed at his words, and you found yourself fidgeting as you waited for instructions. “Thank you,” you mumbled as Robb enjoyed his view.

He looked up with a slight smirk at your words. “Take it in your hand. Like before love,” he said. You took his thick shaft in your hand again, blushing as you did so, “That a girl,” Robb praised as he took your wrist, “Now just,” he said as he moved his hand to guide yours, soft groans falling from his lips, “That’s it,” he said as he let his head fall against the headboard.

His eyes were trained on your body, desperate to take in every inch of you, his intense gaze making your breath hitch. “A bit faster love,” he said, and you did your best to comply, but you could tell he was enjoying it.

“Robbie?” you said, distracting him from his bliss.

“Yes love?” he asked.

Even the thought of asking was making you shuffle with nerves. “You know that thing that Theon was talking about last week?”

“I really do not wanna be thinking about him right now love,” Robb laughed as he took your wrist to slow your strokes, “What was it?”

“That thing that um,” you said, your eyes averting, “that thing that some women do it just that well it sounded like it could be fun, and I was wondering,” you tried to stay but when you met his eyes again your words seemed to dry out when you saw that perfect smirk.

“C’mon you can tell me,” Robb said as he leaned forward, his lips grazing yours, “We can’t do it unless I know what it is,”

“The thing about pleasing a man with your mouth,” you managed to rush out, your eyes flickering down.

A deep chuckle came from Robb who moved to hold your chin, tilting your head up to kiss you softly. You whined when he pulled away, “You’re cute when you’re nervous,” you mumbled a thank you which only made him want you more, “You want to suck my cock? Is that it?” you nodded but it wasn’t enough, “Use your words love,”

“Yes I-I do,” you stuttered, “Please,”

Robb leaned in for another kiss, this one much briefer before he pulled away, “Shuffle down a bit,” Robb said as he helped you find and easier position on the bed, his cock still hard and now just an inch away from your face, your hand still around its base. “You sure about this?” he asked to which you quickly said yes making him laugh, “Okay love,” Robb said as he gently stroked your hair, “Kiss it,” he said, his voice lower than before.

You glanced at him for a moment before turning your attention back to his cock which looked desperate for your touch. You placed a soft kiss to its tip making Robb groan, “Again,” he said, and you began to leave a trail of soft kisses down his shaft before he added, “With tongue,” so you began to leave open mouth kisses up and down his shaft, giving the most attention to the tip since that’s what made the loudest moan from the Stark.

“Fuck you’re so good at this,” Robb groaned as your kisses turned to kitten licks up his shaft, your hand gripping his base to keep him in place, “So fucking good,” he praised as you licked around his tip. Deciding to be bolder you licked over his tip, your tongue swirling around it, “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking, “Just like that love,”

Robbs hand rested on the back of your head, stroking your hair lightly as your mouth worked his member. “Open your mouth for me,” he said, and you complied, your tongue still against his tip. Robb gently lowered your mouth down to take his tip in, “That’s it,” he groaned as your head slowly began to bob up and down, “You take me so well,” he moaned.

His moans and praises were making your confidence grow, your speed began to increase, and he moaned your praises. “I think I’m gonna-fuck,” he mumbled as he began to softly grip on your hair, “Fuck I don’t think I can- “he said when you suddenly felt a salty taste in your mouth that you swallowed without thinking.

When Robb pulled your head up his eyes were screwed shut as he almost seemed to pant for air. You shuffled to sit beside him while he seemed to come back to life, “You are incredible,” Robb panted before his lips crashed onto yours into a hungry kiss.

His hands were squeezing and gripping at your hips while yours tangled into his hair. Robb began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbones, his hand moving to squeeze your thigh. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand moving between your legs, “It’s okay,” Robb said as his list moved to your sweet spot on your neck making you moan, “relax love I’ve got you. spread your legs a little,”

“Okay,” you stuttered out as you allowed his hand more room. You gasped when you felt his finger run up your folds.

“Such a good girl,” he praised before kissing your ear lobe, his finger trailing up your aching cunt, “So wet for me. You gonna let me take care of you princess?” you tried to say yes but it was cut off by moans when his finger pressed into your bundle of nerves.

Robb took his time, almost painfully so, before you felt his fingertips pushing into your entrance. He started off slow at first with one finger, curling it inside of you and making a hollow feeling appear in your stomach.

“May I?” he asked as his fingers trailed the neckline of your shift. You nodded and Robb pushed the fabric down to reveal your chest and perked nipples to him. Without warning Robb took one into his mouth, his tongue running over the sensitive bud while his fingers curled to new spots. You didn’t try stop the soft moans falling from your lips, “Such pretty noises you’re making,” Robb praised as he released your nipple and began to shuffle down the bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you sat up on your elbows to look at the boy who wore a devious smirk.

“Just trust me princess, lay back,” you did as you were told but you sharply breathed in when you felt his kisses on your thighs. Robb kissed up and down each thigh before you felt his breath fanning over your wet cunt, “Robbie,” you whined at the feeling.

“Yes love?” he asked, smirk evident in his voice.

“Please,” you whined, your voice slightly raising as his fingers curled slowly inside you, “I need you please,”

“You’re so cute when you beg,” he said before leaning in and placing a wet kiss to your clit sending shock waves up your body, “so fuckable too,” he said before licking up your cunt, moaning at the juices.

Your hands tangled in his hair as Robb began to lick greedy strips up your cunt. his tongue began to work circles around your clit, sucking on it lightly and making a pit grow in your stomach all while his fingers curled inside of you, desperate to find your sweet spot. You whined when his lips fell away, “You wanna be a good girl?” he asked, mouth wet with your juices.

“Yes,” you said but it was more of a desperate whine, “Please let me be good,”

“Play with your nipples,” he said, and you began to stutter, “Don’t make me ask twice to love. C’mon you’ve been so good for me, that’s it,” he praised when he saw your fingers start to rub your sensitive buds, “such a good girl,” he said before finally reconnecting his lips.

You could feel your body start to tighten and your thighs close around Robbs head, but he did not protest and instead sped up his tongue, adding another finger into the mix. His fingers stretched you out perfectly and began to curl closer to your sweet spot till Robb finally found it. a loud moan ripped through your body as Robb began to curl his fingers slowly and relentlessly into the same spot over and over till your body felt like it was going to implode. Your fingers still worked your hardened nipples while Robb began to lightly suck on your clit.

When his teeth began to graze your bud, a warm feeling washed over your body as the knot in your stomach began to implode, “Fuck Robbie,” you whined, your arm moving to clamp over your mouth to stop the loud noises pouring out of it, your teeth biting into the flesh to stop the noises from your orgasm ripping through you.

When Robb came up for air, he was breathless, but it did not stop his lips crashing down onto yours, “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, “you did so well,”

“Thank you,” you panted as your eyes grew heavy.

Robb shuffled to lay next to you before pulling you into his arms to curl into his side. He kissed the top of your head, “Was that, okay?” he asked, his voice more hesitant than before.

“It was perfect,” you said still dazed from the events.

Robb laughed as he helped you adjust your shift to return your modesty despite his face still being wet with your juices. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said, kissing your forehead gently.

“Suddenly I cannot wait for our wedding night,” you mumbled against his skin as your head nuzzled into his chest, sleep threatening to spill over you.

Robb chuckled at your words, “Me neither my love,” he said as he pulled you in tighter, “but for now you need your rest,”

“Maybe a little bit,” you mumbled half asleep. The last thing you heard was Robbs laugh while he stroked your hair gently. Yes, your wedding night would be perfect, you thought.

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rafesapologist · 10 months

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the set up — rafe cameron; part six

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: cussing, sexual themes, fluff kind of i guess

author's note: *cue false God by taylor swift*

Rafe had ended up stopping his car in a vacant parking lot somewhere near the Boneyard beach area. You recognized a couple streets on the drive there, but you were far too caught up in the tension that had been building in the car to be fully aware of your surroundings, except for when it came to the tall brooding figure that occupied the driver's seat beside you. You found yourself gawking at the way his veins in his hands became more prominent as he clutched the steering wheel, imagining to yourself if that's how his hand would look wrapped around other things.

The sight of Rafe with one hand on the wheel and the other ontop of your thigh was enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench together. The gesture seemed to not go unnoticed by him either, assuming by that distinctive smug smirk suddenly forming across his face. You pressed your lips into a thin line and threw your head back against the seat while you groaned, forcing your eyes to shut in an attempt to distract yourself from the butterflies that were fluttering in the pit of your stomach that begged for his touch to go further.

"What's wrong princess?" Rafe inquired, acting as though he was oblivious to what feelings he was illiciting from you.

"Shut up." You grumbled with your eyes still closed, knowing that if you had opened them and made direct eye contact with the hedonistic boy that you'd be putty in his veined hands.

The beating in your chest only increased once you felt the car come to a halt and eventually shut off. Your eyes shot open as silence filled the air between you and Rafe, which soon became masked by a strong wave of hunger and ache, a feeling that itched from within both of you correspondingly. It was a mutual desire that need not any ounce of consultation.

"Get on top." Rafe muttered in an act of plea as he patted a spot on his lap, motioning you where he wanted you desperately. You complied without a word as you crawled over the center console and placed your knees on either sides of his hips, straddling him with an accompanied agony that begged to be treated in-between your legs.

You pressed your hips up against his firmly as you began to roll them against his lap with an unmeasurable appetency that only grew as your body made contact with his. Rafe took it upon himself to grab your hips forcibly and push you down harder onto the center of his lap, a subtle command for you to add more pressure to which you happily obliged.

Tension rose higher as you increased the pace at which you grinded against Rafe's lap, periodically causing a muffled groan to escape from his lips. The explicit sounds that erupted from the back of Rafe's throat warranted for you to go further and drive him mad in hopes that he would act on his desires. You took one of your hands that combed through his soft sandy-colored hair and trailed it down just below his belt, stopping once your fingertips met the growing bulge beneath his khaki shorts. You were aware that your actions prompted a response out of the thirsting boy once you felt as his velvety lips pressed against the skin of your neck, sucking at the sweet spot that made you feel miserably weak.

You had an inkling that Rafe was without a doubt a dominant individual, but you needed urgently to get him to tap into that side of him that you knew was deep down in there. You took the route that you felt was best by palming him above his shorts relentlessly, hoping that it would get him to crumble underneath you. Not much to your surprise, he grabbed the back of your neck in return and crashed his lips directly into yours as he groaned into your mouth. Your mind nearly went blank as the noises he was making rang through your ears, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

But surely you weren't finished with him yet, and you wanted more. Your aching desire took the best of you as you began to unbuckle Rafe's khakis unapologetically, just before sliding your hand beneath the fabric and coming in contact with the cotton of his boxers. You glided your hand up and down the outline of the briefs eagerly in hopes to get to what was beneath them. Satisfaction washed over you as you began to hear the pleasant sounds of Rafe whimpering softly as you made further contact with the swelling bulge in-between his lap. You smirked up against his lips while you continued with your antics, all while noticing the way that his grip on your hip became harsher.

Rafe's thumb slowly began to press harder into your hipbone in a degree that you were sure was going to leave a bruise, but by that point your arousal had taken over and any sense of pain soon turned into pleasure. You kept up with teasing the poor boy who was desperately fighting for dominance as his tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan in return. Just as heat continued rising, you found it impossible to keep up the teasing any longer. You brought your hand up to tug at the waistline of Rafe's boxers impatiently, only to realize he had suddenly grabbed a hold of your wrist and stopped you in your place.

"Not like this." Rafe breathed out, looking at you with solemnity.

"What?" You questioned in a partial whine, a puzzled look painted across your flushed face.

"As much as I want to right now, I can't."

"Why? Did I do something?" You implored in search for a deeper reasoning as to why he suddenly stopped you, especially in the midst of the affair that the two of you were so seemingly ready for just a few minutes prior.

"No. God, no." Rafe shook his head, a motion of him dissenting your foolish accusation, "It's not that. I just don't want to fuck you in the driver seat of my car in some random parking lot." He derisively chuckled.

By that point you were entirely dumbfounded. You remained propped up on his lap with a perplexed look spread over your features as he gazed up at you, awaiting your next reply.

"Is there something wrong with this parking lot or?" You blinked.

Rafe let out another dry snicker at your inanity, "No. I just don't want to treat this like you're just some chick I picked up at the Boneyard. I wanna treat you like you deserve." The blue-eyed Kook disclosed, sincerity laced in his voice. As he spoke you noticed that he had placed his hands back onto your thighs, only this time he was rubbing gently against your hot skin with the pads of his thumbs, causing your heart to flutter.

"What is this, exactly?" You replied.

"I want to get to know you, pretty girl. I've told you that before." Rafe affirmed, an amused smirk presenting itself across his lips. Typical.

"Soo, then what the hell was that all about that we just did?" You retorted due to his lack of ability to adress the situation that had just occurred moments prior.

"Just wanted to keep you on your toes." He shrugged.

"You've got to be kidding me."

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It was presumably around midnight when you had made it back to the Cameron's residence, although you weren't entirely sure because your phone had died hours ago and you felt too chary to ask for a charger anyways. You ended up agreeing to spend the night at Rafe's after he asked (basically pleaded) for you to stay, warning you about the fact that a tropical storm was predicted to occur throughout the night. His pleading case was the you needed to stay over at his house simply because John B's chateau wasn't 'stable enough' to withstand such weather.

But in reality you knew that it was just his desperate attempt to spend more time with you, which you found amusement in. Therefore you agreed, but not before you made sure that you told your friends that you'd see them the next day and not to worry, which was more so meant for JJ but nevertheless, you insisted that the should know you were safe before they came looking.

You found yourself gawking at the massive house in front of you once Rafe had parked in his driveway, taking in the sight of the tony white mansion and all of its glory. You swore to yourself that you had never seen a house so humongous in your life, at least, not in person. The unbelievable sight slowly brought you back to reality after a brief moment of fascination, a hard-hitting reminder of what social disposition you were given the misfortune of being put in. A second wave of reality hitting you once more when you also had realized you were sitting in the passenger seat with one of the most infamous Kooks on the islands. Rafe Cameron.

"I forgot you lived in a mansion." You blurted out rather laconically as you reached besides you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

"Just part of being a Kook." Rafe shrugged, his usual compacent attitude unveiling itself as it always seemed to.

You let out a snuffled laugh through your nose at his remark, finding that you were slowly starting to become unfazed by the boy's snarky comments. "I wouldn't know." You muttered.

Your eyes followed Rafe's towering stature as he exited the vehicle and made his way over to the passenger side door, taking you by surprise once it had hit you that he had actually come over to open the door for you. He flashed you a thin-lip smile while he stood before you with his hand reached out for you to grab.

"That's why I'm here to show you, angel." Your heart palpitated at his pet name for you, one you had been sure you couldn't get tired of hearing. Had it been coming from anyone else, you would have surely gagged at the term, but when it came out of Rafe's mouth it sounded so euphonious and sweet-sounding, like a coaxing tune that strummed lulling sounds into your ears.

Despite being partially caught up in a trance as you fawned over the way that Rafe appeared under the glow of the moonlight, an image you'd only find in your dreams, the illusion of a chimerical vision. Your stubborness and pride was far more important for you to uphold than anything, causing you to simply roll your eyes in return as you grabbed onto his large hand and hopped onto the ground below.

"Is Sarah home?" You asked quietly as you walked side-by-side with the tall Kook up to the front porch.

"No, I think she's staying with a friend or something tonight," Rafe stated as he fumbled with the doorknob briefly, "Why? Afraid she's gonna run back and tell Maybank that you spent the night with me?" He chuckled as he gestured for you to enter first.

"JJ is my friend," You scoffed, "he wouldn't get mad at me for staying here."

Rafe seemed to find humor in your statement, judging by the way that he responded with an awfully dry laugh while he shook his head. "I think the only person who believes that is you. I know for a fact that he'd wanna kick my ass for even thinking about touching you. Too bad I already did, though." He snickered.

"He's just protective over his friends, Rafe. That's how JJ is with everyone." You contested.

"C'mon y/n, you know that's bullshit."

"Why would it be?" You folded your arms in a defensive manner, stopping just before the staircase as you glared up at the dirty blond.

"Because he makes it so painfully obvious that he likes you, y/n. He follows you around the golf course like a lost puppy, and everytime I'm around you he's watching you like a hawk. I'm sure him showing up tonight wasn't a coincidence either, he probably couldn't stand the thought of you anywhere near me." Rafe chuckled deeply, noticeably beginning to back you up against the wall behind you menacingly.

"I just wonder what he'd think if he knew you were begging to be fucked by a Kook." Rafe teased, purring in your ear as his lips grazed the skin on your ear. A wave of goosebumps resurfaced throughout your body much like before, a familiar feeling burning at your core in response.

Before you could settle your untamed thoughts, Rafe had already began to head up the staircase, leaving you to follow behind. Without any hesitation you tread behind him quickly, trying to keep up with his fast pace as his long legs traveled much quicker than yours.

"You can have my bed tonight, I'll sleep on the futon."

"Why aren't you sleeping on the bed?" You questioned, wondering if he had something against sharing a bed with you.

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable." He confessed as he scratched the back of his head, displaying a state of introversion you had yet to see from him before.

"I nearly just hooked up with you in the car and you think I'd be uncomfortable sharing a bed with you?" You contested, finding absurdity in his revelation.

"Yeah but- I don't know, I just didn't want to cross any boundaries." You noticed that Rafe's usually cold, tempermental demeanor had shifted into a coy, pusillanimous one. You found yourself in awe at the sight of this new side of him that had shown its existence, wishing that you had seen more of it before. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism for Rafe to be so sardonic and brood, but with the evidence that his walls were starting to come down, a softer side of him unravelling, you knew that you were on the right track to get what you wanted out of him. You were even closer to the information that you so desperately needed from him in order to protect your friends.

"Well, seeing how I'm asking you to lay with me, I think you're okay." You reassured, patting a spot next to you on the mattress as you plopped down onto the cushioned surface.

Rafe looked as though he was pondering for a moment, unsure if taking you up on your offer was the right thing to do. You watched as he seemed to battle with his own thoughts momentarily, before he evidently gave into your request anyway by climbing in besides you.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" He whispered as he turned to look at you intently, gesturing at his shirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him, nodding in reply as you ushered him to do as he asked. For a moment he paused before he continued, giving you one last look of weary before he finally removed the article of clothing and laid back against the bed.

You found yourself, once again, stuck in a trance at the sight of the boy in front of you. You laid in complete silence as you admired his tanned skin and the way that it adorned his sculpted figure, subsequently taking in the aroma of the musky cologne that exuded from his body. It didn't help the aching feeling in your lower abdomen when you watched how he laid on his back with his arm rested behind his head in order to prop it up, either. It felt as though everything he was doing in that moment was only igniting a rapid fire in the pit of your stomach that begged to be set out.

"Rafe?" You muttered quietly, breaking the prolonged silence that had been ongoing between you two.

"Yeah?" The jaded boy hummed with his eyes shut.

"Can I scoot closer to you? I'm afraid of storms." You murmured breathily, referring to the weather that was growingly increasingly more severe outside as you heard the wind pick up on the other side of the window. You listened as it howled hauntingly, causing trees to tap the glass all the while the sound of thunder erupted in the near distance, a warning of the tempest that was approaching soon.

"Yeah," Rafe yawned, stretching out his arm to allow you into his embrace, "I got you." He mumbled under his breath as you snuggled into his side. You took in the warmth of his body like a heated blanket that provided you a sense of security against the disturbance outside, which you were grateful for. Your previously tense body began to relax once you felt his muscular arm wrap around your shoulders as he brought you into him tighter, almost as though he was afraid you would run away if he had let go of you. However you didn't mind, mostly because you were willing to do anything to shield yourself from what was going on outside, even if that meant cuddling with none other than Rafe Cameron himself.

Despite your typical inability to rest, you found yourself become more and more somnolent under the cozy embrace of the blue-eyed Kook. The rumbling sounds outside slowly began to fade into the distance as your eyelids grew heavier by the minute, making it impossible to fight off sleep any longer as you began to doze off as you rested your head onto Rafe's bare chest. His sound presence only made it easier for you to fall into such a serene state, a shocking comfort that was unexpected for you.

Especially in the arms of Rafe Cameron.

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faraway-archive · 4 months

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I Finally Saw You Again

Yan!Childhood friend x GN reader

Tw: typical yandere stuff, possession (kinda hinted at)

AN; I should really post their intro post before writing their ficts n' stuff & this has a lot of fluff and not really a lot of yandere-ish. Oopsie. Also put your age on your blog or I will block you <3

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It's been a long time since you've last seen your best friend. He has been with you through thick and thin but suddenly had to move away to his parents to find a better job. You hope he's been doing well and that one day you will find him again. You cherish the fond memories as a kid up till high school were his parents decided to go somewhere else. You always wish he had written back since you've seen so many letters but none ever got returned.

And here you are entering college with no traces of him anywhere on social media. You hope nothing has happened to him or his family since they also have gone radio silent on your parents as well. But at least the show must go on and you continue your academic studies.

While you were entering one of your classes, you didn't notice that your childhood best friend was also in your class. You were so absorbed in trying to find the best spot to sit you didn't see his way in the back of the class. Staring at you and fidgeting with his pencil wondering if he should go and talk to you. Biting his lip he decided not to talk to you. Yet. He just watches you from afar. And thus, class started and ended in a blur. He watches you scramble to get to your next class as he casually walks out.

You were here and he couldn't believe it. All this time you've stayed in your home town while he has been away.

After your last class ends, you quickly rush to the dining hall. Dreading the long wait line as everyone else seemed also ended class as well. While waiting you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. It was your childhood best friend, Wren. Jumping with joy you hug him and he wraps his arms around you. Once you both let go of your hugs, you realize it is time to enter the dining hall so you quickly grab a seat and wait for Wren to enter in. Soon after you had a lot of time catching up.

"So how have you been Wren? How's your siblings?"

"Things have been well, it was hard adjusting to a new school but I managed. Dove and Robin have been doing well. How have you been doing? Hope you've been doing well. It's nice to see you again," He gives a wink after that last remark.

Blushing from the sudden gesture you replied, "Well I've been doing good as well. I have to ask though, why didn't you respond to my letters?"

Wren taking a bite of his food, "Well, I thought they were being sent to you since I gave them to my parents. But I guess they didn't send it or something came up and it never got to you. Which sucks I will say. Since I thought they were being sent and you just never replied to me. Thought you were ignoring my letters." He softly chuckles at that idea. Either way, he thought, you were going to be his no matter what because he would find you. He would have traveled all over the world to find you because you were the only one who made his heart flutter. You are the reason that he gets out of bed every day because he knows that you are alive.

Taking a sip of your drink you replied, "Well that's strange, I wonder why your parents did that because I was for sure expecting you to ignore me and forget me since, you know, I didn't get any letters back no matter how hard I got them mailed to you. I thought I was going insane."

He hums in response as he continues to eat his food, you on the other hand kept looking at him. You never notice how cute he was or how muscular he has gotten. It's driving you insane with how much he has changed over the years. While staring he can't help but smirk at you looking at him.

"You like what you see darling?"

Taken aback by his words you covered your mouth and quickly stuttered out, "No, I was just admiring the painting behind you. Yeah!"

Softly chuckling at your attempt to hide your reaction, "Ah I see. If you say so."

Quickly finishing your meal you thank him for meeting up with him and rush to go back into your dorm. Embarrassed that he caught you in the act of looking at him. And while doing so he can't help but fall in love again. Smiling at the fact that you are now in his reach. Now that he can truly keep you with him forever he will never let you escape once again.

Ever since Wren saw you in his class, he couldn't stop thinking about you and wanting you. He stalks and follows your every movement. His love for you has re-sparked (not that it was gone in the first place) and he is determined to make sure you are his partner forever.

He couldn't help but stare at you, how beautiful and amazing you looked to him as a kid. You treated him so kindly as if he was a normal person. You were everything to him. He wants you oh so badly you have no idea how much he is wrapped around your pretty finger. Now that he doesn't have his parents on his ass controlling him, he can finally do whatever he wants. What a shame that his parents never gave him your letters but no matter, as long as you were within his sight he could never lose you.

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cedarxwing · 1 month

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The ending of Hannibal the novel explained

(aka the breastfeeding scene)

Here's the passage (end of Chapter 101):

I thought everyone was kidding about the breastfeeding kink jokes until my partner read Hannibal and the whole ending flew over their head. Their main takeaway was "that was weird." When I checked reddit, it seemed everyone was confused there too. I was gobsmacked to see one guy say that Thomas Harris was playing some cruel joke on the reader by writing an ending that didn't make sense!

How many people are reading Hannibal like this, completely missing the resolution to Hannibal's character arc? They must finish the book confused about what it was all about in the first place. So here's how I understand it!

First, I need to get this out of the way: a lot of people hate this scene, and from what I understand it's because they're weirded out by the "breastfeeding kink." Which is fine, but it makes me want to gently hold them by the hand and tell them that it's ok for someone to suck on a nipple. It happens all the time. Sometimes it just feels good, sometimes it's part of a breastfeeding fantasy, and sometimes it's literal breastfeeding. Between consenting adults, this is all fine and normal. Let's all move past this knee-jerk repulsion (or alternatively, sit in our discomfort and expand our horizons) so we can analyze this piece of art together. :)

Next, authors LOVE Freudian psychoanalysis. Even though it's all nonsense, it's full of literary allusion and makes for compelling narratives and character studies (childhood maladjustment, repressed memories, etc), which is basically catnip for a writer. Thomas Harris was no exception, and probably creamed himself (as I did) when he learned that Freud's oral-sadistic stage was also termed the "cannibalistic stage," referring to the time when an infant is growing teeth and begins to bite at the breast--the psychosexual urge to devour and destroy the thing you love. What could be more appropriate for Hannibal?

Next, consider the pattern of Hannibal's Il Mostro murders. He killed young couples in one of the most romantic cities in the world, then arranged them as Chloris and Zephyr from Botticelli's Primavera, exposing Chloris's left breast just like in the painting. In classical art, an exposed breast is often a symbol of fertility. Chloris is associated with spring, new growth, and transformation.

Perhaps, at the time, Hannibal rationalized these murders as retribution for rude behavior. Maybe the couples were performing disgusting PDA. Maybe they were obnoxious tourists on their honeymoons. Either way, it's clear to the reader that Hannibal has some deep-seated hang up about sex and romance.

The particulars of this hang up are open to interpretation, but based on Hannibal's obsession with the rape and transformation of Chloris as well as his embarrassment at the paintings of Leda and the Swan in the German's house, I think it's safe to say that Hannibal feels like any relationship he has with a woman who isn't aware of his true (monstrous) identity would involve a degree of violence/lack of consent. He is forever barred from normal romance.

Having given up on sex/romance, Hannibal is unable to consciously recognize his desire for Clarice, so he sublimates it into a more general familial love. He longs for a return to innocence, to return to the time before he ate Mischa and became an unlovable monster (cue the teacup metaphor).

But even familial love seems like too much to hope for, so he sublimates it further into something that seems more attainable: resurrecting the person whom he loved and devoured, and who loved him in turn (Mischa) through Clarice.

So we have the breast as a symbol of sex/fertility (Chloris/Clarice), as an object that is loved and devoured (Mischa), and as a literal source of sustenance that must be given up during infancy (mommy).

Big brain Clarice connects all these dots and, in the very same style of therapy that Hannibal has been using on her, distills Hannibal's psychological problems into a single poetic gesture that completely fixes Hannibal in an instant, proving that she's not only his intellectual equal, but is, in some ways, his superior.

When Clarice asks, "Did you ever feel that you had to relinquish the breast to Mischa? Did you ever feel you were required to give it up for her?", she's ostensibly asking Hannibal if he's stuck in the oral stage of childhood development (which yeah he probably is). On a deeper level, she's asking Hannibal to consider if he's given up on love.

When Clarice exposes her breast in the same fashion as Chloris, says, "You don’t have to give up this one", and suspends the drop of wine from her nipple, she is shifting his perception of her breast from familial devoured sustenance to a sexual object. Basically, "Why do you want me to pretend I'm your sister when we could be banging?" Hannibal is being aged out of his childlike mindset, not regressing into one.

There are other layers of meaning in this act. The hedonism of using thousand dollar wine for food play is a sign of Clarice's character development. The way Hannibal kneels before Clarice is a position of subservience, but could also be interpreted as devouring Clarice in a way that's new to him. It's the most self-actualized thing Hannibal has done since escaping prison (LOL) and marks the end of his hero's journey (as one of the first things we see him do in Hannibal Rising is nurse).

Personally, I don't read this scene as breastfeeding kink. Yeah, Clarice talks about breastfeeding, but that was more a metaphor for other stuff. Considering the direction of Hannibal's character arc, I understand this scene as him briefly licking the wine off before they have sex. But to each their own! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY, yeah, it's unsettling. It's obviously meant to be. But it's beautifully unsettling! Hate it all you want, but this is peak cannibal romance, to me!!

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mochiroreo · 8 months

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Oh goodie! Pt. 2 [smile, you’re on camera]

18+ MDNI

Pairing: (Dark)Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x (Dark)Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.

Word count: 10.9k (I stopped myself AAAAA)

Trigger warning (for this chapter): a

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. NONCON. Manipulation. Gaslighting. NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE. 100% FILTH. Obssession. MEAN STEDDIE. Non-consensual recording. Fingering. Squirting. Tiddy sucking. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it please) age gap. Hidden relationships. Spanking. Overstimulation. She/her pronouns. Pet names (no use of y/n).

Author’s note: thank you so much for the support on part 1! Never have I ever thought that my first ever smut fic would get this much love! As always, I am still learning on how to write fics and stories in general, you guys don’t have any choice but to learn with me hehe. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or typos! This was also non-beta’d oops. Love lots! 💖

You woke up snug on your blanket and plushies, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

You slowly sat down, looking around to realize that you’re just in your room which made you confused on what happened. Your eyes felt tired from crying as your mind went back to the events last night. You remember how Steve’s thick fingers felt hot on your skin, on your thighs, in between your legs. And how he pumped them in and out of you in an unforgiving pace. How Eddie’s strong,firm, tattooed arms held you while playing with your breasts with his mouth.

Your face immediately went hot with all those vivid details, your legs closing in instinct with the sudden surge of emotion while your heart beats loudly in your chest. It felt so wrong to you that it made your skin crawl. So wrong that you’re afraid it might have already ruined your blossoming neighbourly relationship with them. Your eyes were tearing up as you blame yourself for letting it get out of hand. For letting yourself be held by them. The guilt slowly eating you up. You held your face and tried to breathe in and out as you tremble, trying to get out of your bed.

Slowly walking outside of your room, you peek left and right to make sure that you’re alone. Making your way downstairs, you have noticed how you’re now wearing a pair of pyjamas. With your stomach grumbling, you headed straight to your kitchen for a glass of water while thinking what you can cook, convincing yourself that you cannot be sick while wallowing in guilt. Putting your glass on the countertop, you noticed some take away boxes with a sticky note.

“Hey princess,

We hope you’re feeling fine. We bought you some food, so please eat up once you wake up. We’re working overtime today and this week in general, so we won’t be around much. We wanted to give you space either way.

Here’s our number if it gets too much. Don’t forget to message us when you wake up.

Love,

Steve & Eddie xx”

At the bottom of the note, both their numbers were scribbled with hearts around it. The note would’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the emotions that you’re feeling. You held the containers of food and just decided that you’re not hungry anymore, putting them away inside the fridge. You held the note in your hand, planning to throw it away before deciding against it. Putting it inside your pocket.

The feeling of guilt wasn’t just about you doing the sexual acts. You’re pretty sure that your friends have done so much more, the constant gossip of ‘who slept with who’ and ‘how long did they last, or did you last’ was around you since you were 16, though remaining ignorant on the actual deed. The amount of romance books with detailed scenes about sex made up for your lack of experience, though its “vanilla” like what they’ve said. It doesn’t bother you one bit, though it does make you redder than red with how oblivious you still are when it comes to the real thing. No prior experience till now.

What bothers you is that how out of all people you could have done it with, you did it with the neighbours that was just planning to help you and look out for you. At least, that’s what you think. Your mind is telling you that it's your fault, not theirs even though at the back of your head, someone is telling you that it is indeed their fault... Seeing how your parents even trusted them to look after you while they’re out of town, you never doubt your parents' judgement, so you know that it’s only your fault. Your mistake. You gripped your hair out of frustration, ignoring the gnawing feeling of self-pity laced with confusion if what happened last night was wrong even though it felt right. You took a deep breath, running your hands on your face with a sigh.

Your mind is racing on how they would look at you now. You’re scared that they might tell your parents how you acted towards them when they were just trying to help you out. You can’t help but think that maybe its okay to text them, before deciding not to cause you really don’t know what to say to them.

You took a warm bath, ignoring the shivers while you wash yourself. Memories from last night just won’t leave you the whole day. Biting your bottom lip, you sighed while breathing in the scent of strawberries and honey from your body wash and hair products. The day went by with you feeling down, feeling as if not only did you disappoint your parents, but you have also taken advantage of Steve and Eddie’s kindness. Wearing a pair of comfy pyjamas, you’ve let your mind rest and drifted off to sleep, telling yourself that you’ll be avoiding Steve and Eddie at all costs for now. You do not want them to get an idea of you taking advantage of them or their kindness, of disappointing your parents even further if word comes out. You do not want to feel the confusion of it all again.

Eddie and Steve did not like it at all.

They did not like it one bit. Steve watches Eddie pace back and forth, constantly checking his phone before looking at Steve, working on his laptop, which only made the man sigh. “No message, Eds.” Steve calmly says, showing his phone screen. Eddie groaned in frustration before letting out loud series of swear words. “Fuck! She’s been avoiding us, Steve! It's almost one week!” Eddie’s chest is slowly heaving, his wifebeater barely containing his taut chest with how fitted it is to him. He took several deep breaths, stretching his arms before sighing and taking a sit on his armchair sofa. Inked arms flexing as he took hold of the sides of the chair before ruffling his soft locks in madness.

Steve dropped by to his house when he noticed that all the lights in your house are off except your room. He just finished his jog when he went past your place, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a fitted shirt. He knocked on Eddie’s door to let the other know that you’re trying to avoid both of them based on how you did not reach out. Eddie immediately threw a tantrum, thinking that what happened last week was enough to somehow show you how they wanted you. How much they needed you. Steve pushing the idea that you are made for them.

They sat side by side, Eddie passing Steve a blunt which he gladly accepts. Taking a deep breath, Steve blew the smoke upwards, the weed easing his and Eddie’s nerves. Steve has never been that much vocal compared to when he was younger. Sure, maybe in bed or when he is having fun in genral. But never when he’s mad now, which made him harder to read throughout the years. And in Eddie’s eyes, that’s what made him a tad bit scarier than him. Steve calls it “emotional maturity”, Eddie calls it “manipulative asshole 2.0”, thinking that he’s the 1.0 version.

They know that they’re spiralling down towards this obsession towards you. That magnetic pull when they opened the door and found you, its like what they’ve been unknowingly wishing for all throughout. They’re very much aware that if people knew, they’ll frown and get disgusted with how perverse their actions are, but they’re pretty sure that even their friends, Jonathan and Billy, would get where they’re coming from. You are just so— divine. Perfect in every way in their eyes. Your shyness, the soft timbre of your voice, the way you swoon under your parents’ touch when they praise you for being such a good girl— just the air that you breathe makes them drunk enough to constrict their air flow. You fit flawlessly on the gaps they didn’t know they have.

“I have a feeling she’s confused. Guilty, even. Pretty sure that’s what been running inside that pretty little head of hers.” Eddie spoke, taking a deep breath to feel the high immediately. “I think she needs to smoke some weed.” He joked, eyeing Steve. Steve’s eyes widened a bit before changing position and seating down the couch in a more comfortable manner.

“Do you still have some goods on you, Munson?” Steve asked him with hazy eyes, ashing the blunt. Eddie looked at him with a scoff, pouring the both of them some whiskey in a glass. His ring-clad fingers clacked on the bottle and the glass when he grabbed it to offer one to Steve. “I’m a fucking changed man, Harrington.” He smirked, taking a drink and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat.

“I know, but do you still have some on you?” Steve rolled his eyes, also taking a sip of his alcohol. “What do you need? I can get it from some of my friends at the other side of town, where me and the band used to play.” Steve gave the other a smile, taking another hit. “Can you get some Ketamine? You decide how much.” The long-haired man looked at Steve with confusion before it clicked when Steve just gave him a knowing look. A loud cackle left Eddie’s mouth, the gears in his mind slowly clicking as he connects the dots of Steve’s ideas. They both salivate at the thought of having you, knowing how their actions are crossing the borderline of obsession without the guarantee of going back once they have a proper taste of you.

And it looks like they don’t even have the plan of going back.

Your parents came back briefly from their trip, your face glowing as you watch them tell you about their latest ventures and things that they got you as it reminded them of you. You swallow down the urge of telling them the events, basking in their smiles and comfort when they praised you on how you’re so understanding of them, at the same time apologising for being barely beside you. You shake your head with a smile, before giving them each a peck while saying how much you love them and how happy you are already by seeing them come home.

Running down the stairs when your mom called you, you did not notice that Steve and Eddie were present, talking to your dad while having some beer at the dining table. Your smile slowly faltered, replaced with with wide eyes laced with embarrassment. Steve heard your steps, looking at your direction before Eddie followed. They both gave you a warm smile, your dad doing the same. “Peach! They were just telling me how you are such a good girl for not giving them a headache when they were looking after you. Cannot thank these men enough, makes me feel at ease knowing that there’s an adult figure around you while me and your mom’s out and about with work.” You dad exclaimed with a smile, giving both men with a pat on the back. “Just tell me when one of you gentleman feels like going on a date, I can hook you up with one of my single friends or colleagues.” Your mom teased, giggling at her statement.

You faked a smile, nervously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. You don’t get why they would lie about them looking after you when you are sure that they know you did not step outside your house the whole time your parents are gone. But you are also thankful that they haven’t mentioned anything to your parents. You focused your gaze on your house slippers, before trying to block out their conversation. You feel Eddie’s eyes follow you as you go through your fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon before sitting down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “Mom, what did you call me for?” Asking her with your mouth full of ice cream, she only laughed at you before grabbing a napkin and wiping the sides of your mouth. The action made you smile, scrunching your nose to which both men ound adorable, hoping they would be the ones to do it soon.

“Me and your dad might need to go back at our old house to sort the deed and for smoother transitions of our jobs. Apparently, something wasn’t filed properly in regard to our old property. While some files are missing from our old office, so me and you dad is thinking that maybe we can sort it out the sooner the better.” She explained, a melancholic expression writte on her face as she watches your expression change. “Oh...” you muttered “but there’s going to be a storm, they say.” You tried to reason out.

“I know honey, which might make this trip longer. Like our previous trip overseas.” your chest felt heavy, resisting the urge to cry and telling her your mistakes, you just gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mom smiled back, before whispering a series of apologies.

Steve watched the whole interaction, eavesdropping. As a latch key child himself, he’s happy that despite being your parents being barely there, they never shied away from showing you affection and assurance even though it's not always enough. He keeps his emotions at bay, because even though he is at awe, he is also annoyed at you. Annoyed at how you’re acting that nothing happened that night. At how you refused to leave your house, not even texting them when they gave you their number. Since that night, all Steve thought about was how you tasted. How it engulfed all his senses. He kept on telling Eddie how sinful you tasted even though the other guy had his share as well.

You felt Steve’s burning stare, meeting his eyes when you looked up. You felt your cheeks heat up, before putting your head down. Eddie’s laughter is ringing throughout the kitchen, telling your parents some wild stories about his youth. You excused yourself after knowing when your parents will leave once again, eyes planted onto the floor the whole time you’re walking towards your room.

For you, the nights are getting colder and lonelier. Trying to stop the wobbling of your lip as you’re close to crying, you bit you bottom lip before wiping your eyes.

There was a faint knock on your door while you were reading a book inside your room. Fixing your glasses, you looked up before answering “come in”. Your door slowly opened, revealing Steve and Eddie. Steve looks dashing, wearing his usual black office slacks, a grey button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Eddie wearing his black leather jacket, fitted top underneath with his black ripped jeans.

Your eyes widened a little, taking them in and how they look so good every time you see them before distracting yourself with the book in front of you. “H-hi?” They barely heard your greeting as you put your book down, fixing your glasses while avoiding their stares. Their stares felt heavy, making your palms clammy and sweaty with the sudden nervousness you’re feeling as memories from weeks before came back. Both of them looked around your room, both thinking how adorable you decorated it. Pink walls decorated with pastel blue trinkets, fairy lights, tons of plushies with some books littered all over the carpeted floor.

“Can we talk, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his brown doe-eyes focused on you, face laced with concern. Steve just gave you a small smile, looking around your room more before his eyes landed on the unfinished shelves. He took a mental note on how he can help you with your room soon.

You nodded your head obediently, motioning for them to come in as you push 2 stools towards them. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guests inside my room. Do you want to seat on my bed instead?” You asked them in a hushed tone, intimidated with how big of a contrast they are to your room. Eddie softly chuckled, moving both stools so they can sit directly in front of you. Both of them sat down, their huge frames struggling to even sit comfortably. “No no, this is alright. Quite comfy.” Eddie joked, making you giggle before taking a seat.

“I—“ you started, grabbing a plushie beside you while you try to ease your nerves. “I uhm— i’m sorry.” You softly whispered, looking up to Eddie and Steve with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, looking fill of remorse. This took both of them off-guard, expecting you to tell them to fuck off or how you’ll tell your parents about what they did. Taking a shaky breath, you continued “I-I really did not want to— I swear I did not mean it to h-happen. Y-you’re just trying to help cause my mom and-and daddy— they know you’re both kind and I did that but— but it felt so good, and I don’t know why” you try to explain while your eyesight gets blurry, lips forming into a pout while your brows furrowed in frustration while you pour your heart out.

Eddie’s breath hitched, while Steve took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.” Leaning in, Steve answered in a hushed voice, not wanting your parents to come in after telling them that him and Eddie will just have a quick chat with you to see if you’re fine with them looking after you. “It felt good, right?” The older man asked to which you nod your head before whispering “yes.” “It’s not wrong, baby.” Eddie looked at your face, your eyes red while you sniff. “Baby, look at me” his voice dipped lower, giving Steve a quick side eye. “It wasn’t wrong, okay? It felt good, it felt so good. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

You tried to hold your stare while feeling so embarrassed, you only nodded. Steve tsk-ed, shaking his head “words, baby. Come on.” God, the room was suffocating. With such heavy stares, the air felt thick and as if trying to close in on you. Your mind is reeling on all the emotions that are so new to you that you don’t even know what is happening, and what words are coming out of your mouth. Every breath they both take; you feel on your skin. Their close proximity is leaving you no room to have clear thoughts on what they’re even saying to you.

“Yes. F-felt good. But— but I don’t know. Its still wrong..” Closing your eyes in frustration, you try to clear your thoughts even though its invaded by Steve and Eddie’s silhouettes. Steve looked at you in awe, mischievousness glinting in his eyes while he takes you in. He knows you’re fighting yourself. He knows you are having an inner turmoil on what the heck is happening and how things are progressing. He knows that even though the guilt is slowly consuming you, you wanted it to happen again.

Eddie watched you take deep breathes, his mind reeling on how you look so delectable while you consider what is even happening with you and how they’re playing with you. Like Steve, its evident to him that you were trying to stop the unseeable force that pushes you towards them. He wanted to run his fingers over your whole body. His eyes started travelling lower before he stopped himself and spoke again.

“What about this, we will give you some time to think about what happened. It’s a lot, we know it sweetheart. So, just put it aside for now, okay? As long as we know now about what you thought about it. As long as you don’t push us away.” The statement made you gasp slightly, shaking your head “oh no-! I-I would never!” You looked at them with wide eyes, slightly panicking that you just gave them the idea that you will be ignoring them even. Steve just chuckled at how cute you are, his hand now finding your arm while he rubs it up and down gently. The touch made your insides gooey, oddly liking the warmth of his palm.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted. How about you come to our place for dinner, when your parents leave?” Steve continued his actions, watching how your face slowly shows doubt. Before you can even answer, he continued while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear “you know, we thought it would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. Some nice dinner meal to ease your shyness around us. Kind of like a sleepover, somehow.” He looked straight to your eyes, smiling.

And when Steve gave you a tender smile, your indecisiveness disappeared, finding yourself nodding before answering and accepting their offer. Eddie and Steve gave you a quick hug, before leaving your room. You stood in the middle of your room awkwardly, holding both of your cheeks on your hands.

“Wednesday.” You whispered to yourself, looking at your calendar “2 days after mom and dad leaves.”

20 minutes early.

You are 20 minutes early, standing awkwardly in front of the massive black oak door that you feel like will eat you one of these days. This is the first time you’ve visited Eddie’s house. Looking at his house with amazement on how gothic and mysterious his house looks like overall, the complete opposite to Steve. You love how the blacks and reds are evident on every exterior part of the house, even his garden, that you’re pretty sure the inside of his house would be the same. The metal dragon decorations kind of intimidating you.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your glasses and your knee-high socks. You went over your outfit in your mind once again, figuring that if you don’t like it anymore, you can always run back home, and change given that you’re early either way. You’re wearing a pink checkered skirt, paired with knee high socks that has some lace at the end while wearing a thick platform loafer shoes. You chose a cream cardigan, leaving the top and bottom buttons unbuttoned that fits your simple make-up and your low pig tails.

Shaking off your anxiety, you scold yourself on how you’re overreacting as if you’re going on a date with them when in fact its just going to be a friendly dinner. You ignore the dreadful gut feeling that you kept on getting throught the days leading up to the said dinner, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine and you’re with the adults that your parents trust either way.

Easing the nervousness out of you after a 5-minute pep talk, you gain the courage to finally press Eddie’s doorbell which made your insides queasy. The seconds dragged by as if they’re hours, thinking that maybe you should run back home now and text them that you have a stomach-ache or the flu. You were seriously considering it before the door opened, revealing Eddie in a loose metallica shirt and a black denim short that shows off more of his pale,tattoed skin. His pretty brown eyes widened as he open his arms for a quick hug to which you shyly gave him. “Oh sweetheart, look at you. So pretty.” His eyes scanned your whole body, loving how his flattery dusted your cheeks pink. “Mr. Munson, please.” “What did I say? Call me Eddie.” You giggled shyly, playfully giving his shoulder a shove.

You look fucking delicious in his eyes, how your whole existence is begging him to ruin you on the spot. The pigtails, the fucking skirt that he is pretty sure will show your ass to them if you lean over, and oh how your knee-high socks emphasise your thighs. You are perfect. Deliciously perfect for them to eat your innocence whole and not share it with the world.

Eddie’s smile widened, his name giving him goosebumps when you whispered it. “Just saying the truth,” he continued, guiding you inside his house. “Welcome to my humble abode” he gave you a quick tour on his living room, before finding your way towards the kitchen where you can hear someone moving around. “Is that our princess, Eds?” The nickname made you chuckle, scratching your nape embarrassingly while you walk towards Steve. “The one and only” the longer haired guy answered with a grin, pushing you softly towards Steve. Steve immediately swoons on how you’re dressed up, eyes wrinkling as he gives you the biggest smile. “Oh darling look at you! Is this all for us?” He cooed, giving him a playful shove like what you did to Eddie. Steve only chuckled, grabbing some plates to plate up the dinner he made. “I hope you’re a big fan of roast?” He asked to which you only nod.

Eddie grabbed some cutleries, motioning for you to follow him towards the dinner table. The table was decorated so beatifully, some red candles with gothic candle holders adorn the table making you gasp in awe. “These are like the ones from the book that I’ve read!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together while Eddie laughs loudly at your reaction. “What type of books have you been reading, doll?” He playfully asks, pulling your chair out while Steve arranges your plate for you.

Their actions felt so domestic that you needed to pull your head out from the clouds and tell yourself that its just dinner between good friends and that they’re adults, they probably like women their age anyways. Women cooler than you. You were deep in thought before Steve served you a glass of juice and a glass of wine for him and Eddie. “Thank you for this” you tell them with a smile, sitting comfortably on your chair. Eddie just grinned while Steve waved his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

The dinner went too well that for the first time this evening, you weren’t feeling nervous or shy around them. You joked around while you tell them your hobbies, from baking to reading. Steve telling you how he wants to learn how to bake too, urging Eddie to tease him about his sudden decision about learning how to bake. Eddie told you briefly about his background, how he was in a band before earning a lot by being a producer and owning his own record store. Steve,meanwhile, told you about his job at his father’s company before making his own that handles sports and golf clubs. Your mouth was open the whole time, gasping and in awe on how they managed to accomplish so many things on their age to which they only shrugged before saying thank you with a humble smile.

You all moved to Eddie’s lounge room, after getting kicked out by the said man for trying to help with cleaning and washing the dishes. Steve told you about how him and Eddie met after they graduated highschool through common friends, even though they went to the same school. You asked him why, saying that he’ll tell you more about their highschool life once you warm up to them completely to which you just smile in an understanding way.

Eddie came to the lounge room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other holds two glasses. He gently puts them on the table, looking at you. “So, we’ve figured out that since the night is still young, might as well drink a little. Do you want me to make you a cocktail, peach? I make some mean cocktails” Eddie gave you a smile, pouring some whiskey on his glass.

“Uhm I don’t know..” you answered, unconsciously fiddling with your fingers while you shift on your seat. “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun! Just to loosen up, nothing too hard.” Steve leaned in a bit, his smile tugging on your chest to say yes. You looked at Eddie that gave you just a smirk, tilting his head “anddd, your parents are not here. They won’t know, we won’t tell them. We promise. Scouts honour.” He held his left hand up, making you laugh “you’re not even a boy scout Mr. Munson— I mean, Eddie. But okay, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, giving both of them a roll of your eyes, making Steve scoff while poking your sides saying how sassy you are; Eddie already gone to make you your sweet cocktail.

Eddie grabbed a margarita glass, quickly making work of a strawberry margarita while adding more strawberry puree on the mix to make it sweeter. He took a glance on where you and Steve are, making sure Steve is distracting you before sliding his hand on his back pocket to get a small baggie with a white powder. Putting in half of the bag on your drink before shaking it, he quickly puts it back on his back pocket before decorating your drink with fresh strawberries.

He went back to the lounge room, watching Steve laugh at your reaction when you took a big gulp on the whiskey. “Steve!” You cried before coughing, “you told me it will taste nice!” You pouted, huffing and crossing your arms while the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol lingered on your tongue. Steve only laughed harder, clutching his stomach “I did not tell you to drink almost half of it! Geez!” He wiped his teary eyes from laughing too hard, before calming down. Eddie sat beside you, handling you the pink concoction “Here you go mi lady, one strawberry margarita for you made by the best.” He boasted, giving Steve a side eye while the latter just returned it with a smirk, taking a sip of his almost empty whiskey.

“Are you sure this is sweet, Eddie? My first-time drinking alcohol and Steve made me drink a yucky one” you scrunched your nose in disgust, pouting to which Eddie cooed “trust me, I told you I will make you a mean cocktail. Drink slowly though, it might hit you too hard given that its your first-time drinking.” You eyed the margarita, before slowly taking a sip. Your eyes widened, a smile slowly creeping up your face “this tastes so so good!” You took more sips before giving Eddie a pat on the back “sorry for doubting you!” You giggled, loving the taste of the drink.

You hummed while drinking it, unaware of how both men are watching you while continuing your conversations with them. Unconsciously, you started talking animatedly about random topics about you, sipping you drink constantly as Eddie pours more to your glass. You just watched him while giggling, taking another sip. Time went by as all of you talked from one topic to the other then all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. Too dizzy for a 2 and a half glass of margarita.

You started fanning yourself, fiddling with your top as you try to remain seated and act that nothing is wrong. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes for a bit as another wave of dizziness washed over you, your heart racing while your body kept on getting hotter. You opened your eyes and held on to the couch, clutching it before letting out a soft gasp. “I-I don’t f-feel so good..” you whispered in a breathy way while looking at Steve. His face is holding an amused smirk as he watches you wriggle on your spot. “M-might’ve been... too— too m-much..” you slurred, slumping back to the couch as your fingers nimbly moved by itself, unbuttoning your cardigan to let your body cool. Eddie watched your movement, tongue licking his bottom lip at how you’re unravelling in front of them.

You started taking deep breaths, mind slowly leaving your body, feeling as if you’re melting onto the couch. Both men moved closer. Steve wiped your forehead, placing a tender kiss while your body is now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Eddie moved closer to your neck, leaving trail of soft, wet kisses. “Let go, baby. It’s alright, we got you. Want to see you crumble. Wanna see you break.” He whispered on your skin, making you whimper.

The whimper made Steve’s jaw slack, a deep growl erupting from his chest. “Let’s move her to the room,you got it all set up?” He asked Eddie, watching him carefully lift your body. “Of course.” Eddie smirked, his ring-clad fingers felt nice on your searing skin that you cannot help but mewl and chase the coolness,leaning more in his touch.

They placed you gently in the middle of the bed, Steve looking around to see if all cameras are working. They bought more just for this, thinking that one copy is not enough for them, they even bought an extra one that they can pass around so they can video you up-close. “U-ugh..” you kept on wriggling on the bed, your body trying to at least regain some control. You feel your body getting numb, though you kept on babbling while you cross your legs. There was a sudden urge that made your stomach tingle, wetness slowly dampening your cotton underwear.

The bed dipped, Steve and Eddie slowly removing articles of your clothing one by one which made you sigh in relief, the air and their fingers cooling your skin lightly. “Now baby, want us to help you? Its too much, isn’t it?” Eddie cooed, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip as you let out some soft gasps. He watches you try to answer, your pupils blown wide as you nod your head “y-yes.. yes.. too much f’me..” you whined, your eyes tearing up a bit. Steve grunted when you were left in your underwear, licking his lips nervously as his eyes darted from your bra to your wet cotton panties. “Fuck.” He murmurs, making Eddie look at you as well. “Its like she fucking knows” he laughed, his husky voice ringing in your ears.

Both men looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation. They know that once they do this, there’s no going back. The possible consequences if your parents find out, the judgement of other people, the guilt. Yet their desire and want for you overpowered all those thoughts, giving each other a firm nod.

Eddie unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free making him moan at the sight while Steve slid off your panties. His mouth salivated at the wetness, his long and thick fingers dipping slightly making you squirm while breathing heavily. Strings of your cum connected to his fingers before lifting it towards his mouth to suck it off. The action made Eddie’s cock harden, stripping himself off of his shirt and his jeans as Steve does the same, both men now kneeling on the bed only with their boxers.

“You want this, honey?” Steve asked, his hand holding your face as he grips it harshly making your eyes water. “Y-yes.. yes..” you mewled. Steve’s grip tightened slightly as his voice dipped “louder, honey. Need to hear it loud and clear.” His dominance made you shiver despite feeling like your soul left your body already. “Y-yes! Yes please—want it, want it.” You babbled, not even sure what you’re pleading about nor that you’re naked and at mercy of the two men you least thought would do this to you.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised you, following Steve on discarding his boxers. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, spreading it to expose your cunt. “Fuck, look at how wet you are sweet girl... this is all for us yeah?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as Steve moved away slightly to grab a video cam, recording your dripping pussy. “Come on, Munson. Time to show our sweetheart how good we can make her feel.” Steve urged, sitting behind you as he lifts you up a little, your back resting against his broad,hairy chest. You were boneless, easily maneuvered by them two. Your mind is foggy, watching Eddie’s head disappear between your thighs.

Eddie’s tongue gave your pussy tentative licks first, groaning at your sweetness. The vibrations went straight to your clit, making you moan. Steve held the camera directly pointing it at Eddie while he whispered to your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for us, let us hear you.” His words made your pussy clench on nothing while Eddie eats you out. Heavy breaths from all 3 of you can be heard in the room besides the wet slick from how Eddie devours your pussy. His tongue going in and out as his thumb finds your clit to rub it in soft yet fast circles.

“Does it feel good, baby? Want us to do this to you since you met us, huh?” Steve nudged your head, waiting you to answer him. “Answer me, whore.” He commanded, making you cry out. “F-feel so.. feel so g-good I-I wan’ it s’bad feels nice s-so nice—“ your babbling got cut off when Eddie pushed one of his fingers in, not giving you enough time to savour it before he pulls it out, only to push it back in. It made you gasp softly as he adds another one, the feeling of his fingers and his tongue overwhelmed you.

You tried to close your legs, your eyes rolling back as you let moan after moan fall off your lips. “Fuck, you’re already losing your mind. Its not even our dicks yet!” Steve laughed, amused at how you’re wriggling under his hold while he flicks your nipple to make it hard under his touch. Eddie chuckled, continuing his ministrations. He is sucking harshly on your clit, flicking it occasionally while his fingers pump in and out of you. He felt you clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking while you cry out, feeling your cum coat his fingers.

Eddie groaned at the taste, lapping every drop before he moved his face away, fingers still inside you. “Such a naughty girl, did not even bothered to ask for permission before cumming.” He snorted, smacking your cunt with his other hand. Steve tsked in disapproval, pulling your head back by your hair, pigtails now ruined.

The harsh grip made you choke a sob, your scalp stinging at the action. Tears overflowed from your eyes, your eyesight blurry and out of focus. “We’ll let it slide for now, yeah? I forgot that sluts like you need to be taught first.” Steve saw your blown-out pupils, loving the control he had over you. He is vibrating with how much dominance he can exert over you, his blood pumping adrenaline all over his body knowing that they are the first ones that saw you like this. Held you like this. Breaking you like this. His cock is hard under you, slightly grinding it on your lower back for friction.

Eddie inserted his fingers into you once again, pumping it in a vigorous pace. You are now sobbing, trying to close your legs once again even though Steve is gripping both of your thighs wide open now. With your face scrunched in pleasure, you try to warn them that its too much even though you can’t form a coherent sentence. You felt a band snap inside you, before feeling something gush out of you. Eddie’s eyes widened, before continuing his actions. He started laughing darkly, continuing despite your slurred protest. “Shit! Did you see that, Harrington? We fucking got a squirter here!” He exclaimed, making Steve’s cock twitch. Eddie grabbed the camera with his other hand, zooming it in on your pussy as it squirts. He held his wet hand over your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing it inside your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered, watching you suck and clean his fingers messily.

You are far gone, your eyes glassy and blown while drool slowly build up on the sides of your mouth. Steve noticed how you don’t answer anymore, only mewls and moans kept leaving your mouth now. He gently dropped your torso on the bed, before positioning himself. “Eds— fuck— you gotta let me have her first man. I’m going to fucking explode.” A deep groan left his mouth, tugging on his cock to ease the dull pain of holding back. Eddie just sighed, tying his hair into a messy bun as he watches Steve collect some of your slick using his cock to lube himself. “Fine,” the elder mumbled, letting Steve grab your thighs to push it high once more, positioning it on a mating press.

Steve lined his cock on your entrance, watching your pussy clench in anticipation. Brushing his hair up with his shaky hand, not that his nervous. But the thought of corrupting you, fucking you first almost made him cum on the spot without being inside of you. He took a deep breath, eyeing your face as you look at him with unfocused eyes, propped up slightly with the pillows. He slowly pushed his huge cock in, watching your face contort in pain. Your hands moved a little, trying to grab his arms while you cry. Eddie held you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Shh, it’ll be fine sweetheart. You’re taking Stevie so well.” Eddie whispered on your skin, hands playing and pinching your nipples to distract you from the discomfort. Steve kept pushing, inch by inch as he grinds his teeth.

You’re tight, too tight that Steve feels every part of your insides hugging his length. When he bottomed out, he released a breath, his forehead now graced with sweat as he waits for you to feel comfortable. Eddie, now sucking your breasts, playfully bit your nipple making you squeak and move your hips. Steve took this as a sign, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in, making you choke a sob. Steve moaned loudly, breathing ragged as he slowly find his pace. “Fuck,oh fuck— honey—“ he mumbled, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depends on it, dipping a little to fuck you in a deep angle.

His cock was hitting your cervix, his hips now snapping in an animalistic way that every thrust of his comes with a moan and strings of praises from him.

“Taking my length like a good girl”

“Yeah? Am I filling you up real good, princess?”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucked out. Your cunt is taking me so well like your fucking made for us.”

You only answered him with whines and moans, drooling from the pleasure that both men are making you feel. You answered every praise with a series of “ah ah ah” in rhythm with his every thrust, though a particular thrust made you cry out, nails raking over his arms as you try to hold him close. Steve chuckled, hitting the spot again. “Right there? God— you’re so beautiful.” He leaned in when Eddie backed away, his lips finding yours. Steve licked the sides of your lips to clean your mess slightly before slotting his on yours. He licked your bottom lip, making you open your mouth. Teeths clashing and tongues colliding, he savoured the feeling of your softness on his taste buds. Never have he felt on high like this for someone, the amount of pleasure doubled inside him. Your nails raked on his broad back as you try to hug him close, Steve’s head now burried on the side of your neck, leaving marks on your neck. You cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, face scrunched while feel your body chasing its high. Your climax hit you like a truck, sobbing as you feel your release while Steve continues to pound on you like a wolf in rut.

Eddie watched with envy and lust, tugging on his own cock to relieve some pressure while his other hand holds the camera to film you and Steve. His own patience wearing thin when he noticed the cream at the base of Steve’s cock while your thighs shake. Eddie wanted to shove his cock down your throat at the same time but held himself back knowing how oversensitive you might be to take them on both.

Steve groaned when he felt the stickiness of your release with every thrust, his hips slowly faltering, feeling himself close. “I’m so close honey— g-god you’re sucking me in so well. Want me to fuck you full, sweet girl?” Your hands gripped his arms again, trying to shake your head with how overstimulated you are. Steve only hissed, before pulling out of you to tug on his cock and spill his release on your stomach. He threw his head back, combing his hair while he spill every bit on you, watching it paint your stomach and chest. Your quivering thighs rests on the mattress, twitching slightly. Steve’s ragged breaths can be heard, smiling to himself. If this is how it feels every time he gets to taste you, then he will make sure that he gets to taste you every chance he gets.

With a sigh, Eddie pointed the camera on your wasted appearance. Eyes closed as your hair sticks to your forehead and skin wildly, lips red and slick with the amount of times you’ve bitten it out of pleasure, tears staining your cheeks in euphoria. Eddie held your face affectionately; his heart being squeezed in delight and softness as you open your eyes to look at him beneath your lashes. You leaned into his touch and sighed. The action made his skin heat up with want and need, letting go of the camera before holding your face between his hands to kiss you deeply. You softly hummed in the kiss, mouth quickly opening and letting Eddie explore every crevice of your mouth, his tongue toying yours as he slots himself in between you.

Eddie pulled away slowly, string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands explore every inch of you. His rough, calloused hands took its time with every curve as if savouring and burning it in his mind. Fuck his conscience, he wants you like this for him every time. When he felt your body relaxed under his touch, his lips found your sternum down to the vallety of your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses and hickeys. Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers as Eddie continues his actions. The slight tug of his hair when he sucked hard on your skin made his cock twitch, making him move away to flip you on your stomach.

He watched you relax on your forearms, eyes finding Steve as he sat down near the edge of the bed to watch you two. Body now relaxed as he took a quick smoke, eyes wrinkling as he smiles to the both of you. You just looked at him with hooded eyes, before you looked back at Eddie when you felt him slide his tip in your folds. “I’ll never get tired of this if this is what you look like every time you come undone.” He murmured, licking his bottom lip as he slowly inch his way in to you. Eddie’s eyes drinking how you back is arched deliciously, hands finding the curves of your waist to knead and grope.

The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes closing with the seansation once again. Eddie tried to pace himself knowing how rough Steve has gotten you, but the mixture of your cum and squirt, the tightness of your pussy and how it feels around him made it impossible. Once balls deep, he quickly found himself pulling back to his tip before slamming his hips onto you once again. The rough trust made you wantonly moan, gripping the sheets with your mouth agape.

It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure for you. Eddie’s hands now gripping your hips that he is sure will leave bruises on your skin, his balls slapping your clit as he gives you deep-fast thrusts to hit that one thing that makes you scream in need. You turned your head to the side, fresh tears now streaming down your cheeks, making Steve crawl towards you to wipe them away.

“Oh baby, such a perfect girl for us. Cannot ask for more.” He whispers in awe, soft lips kissing your heavy eyelids as you take every inch of Eddie’s cock, your nose scrunching in pleasure as Eddie finds your clit once again, this time rubbing it fast. He felt you clench on him, making his hips falter for a bit and a his felt out of his lips before continuing his punishing pace. You cry out as you feel him pull your hair, your puffy cunt gushing out slick because of the sting of his action, your walls crumbling down as your release shock you.

Eddie huskily moaned, cream forming at the base of his cock once more while you try to crawl away from him, feeling so spent and overstimulated, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point that you feel his rings kiss your skin. He continued abusing your g-spot with every thrust, his breathing heavier that earlier, chasing his own high that is so close he can feel it all over his body. “F-fuck— peaches I-I’m— I’m gonna cum on this fucking pussy— s-so fucking good—“

He spanked your ass, groping the flesh when it became red. He spanked it again and again, feeling you clench every time. His thumb ghosted slightly on your puckered hole, mumblig to himself how him and Steve will use it one of these days. The sensation made his breath hitch, hips coming to a still before he pulls out to tug on his cock and spill his every bit of his cum on your back, “fuck!” He loudly exclaimed. Eddie threw his head back, strings of curses falling out of his mouth. He slumped down on the bed, chest heaving to chase his breath, staring directly at your abused cunt that is dripping your juices. Your body gave up, laying down flat on the bed with your thighs slightly shaking.

Eddie and Steve looked at your tired form, chest swelling with a mixture of emotions. Guilt, pride, a certain affection and softness towards you. Now that they have you on their palms, yor taste on their tongue, they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

Both Steve and Eddie stood up. Eddie turning the cameras off and grabbing some boxers for him and his best friend. While Steve directly went straight to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and ran it under lukewarm water to clean up the mess they made on your body. The men gently laid you on your back, your quiet snores can be heard as they clean you up and make you comfortable the best that they could, placing you in between them.

Steve slid his arm under your head while Eddie’s arm draped over your chest to give you a hug and cuddle you, “I know we planned this out but— I don’t think we can really let her go after this.” Eddie mumbled, sleep slowly crawling on his system while looking at you. Steve only chuckled, careful not to wake you up, combing his hair. “Me too. That was just— fucking phenomenal.” Both men knew that at that moment, they’ll have you any way possible and have every inch of you.

As the night settles, the cool air of Hawkins made its way to the room you all shared, where soft and steady breaths can only be heard while both men cuddled you. Steve’s thoughts ran at all the things that might happen when you wake up, while Eddie’s full of thoughts about how quickly their obsession with you is pulling them in deeper and deeper, yet both held no remorse for what they have done.

The sun rays were peeking through the room’s heavy maroon curtains, one particular ray shining across your face. You grunt, body slowly trying to twist into a more comfortable position while your head throbs. Trying to turn, you felt restricted with two set of arms holding you, making your body jolt to sit up. Your eyes immediately opened, ignoring the harsh sunlight and the throbbing pain of your head as you look around the room.

This isn’t your room. Too far from your usual décor. Your face slowly pales at the realisation, before you feel someone shift beside you. You looked down and saw a pair of familiar tattoed arms laid across your stomach, and a mop of chestnut hair resting on the other side. You felt both of their touches on your skin, making you look down and realising that you are naked. Its like a bucket of ice water was splashed against you, a gasp escaping your dried throat that almost choked you when your hands found its way to your mouth to cover the shock. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, the situation slowly sinking on you as you try to remember what brought you on the bed with them. You ignored Eddie’s soft grunts when you tried to move his arms away, trying to crawl out of bed as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Peach?” Eddie grunted, his voice low and deep, brown eyes slowly opening to look at you. Eddie’s voice made Steve shuffle close to your naked body, his voice laced with sleep when he noticed you sitting up “Sweetheart, come back to bed please.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes when the sunlight hits him. You shook your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you successfully crawled out of the bed.

Your feet found the cold floor, your legs slightly trembling, taking notice of the slight stickiness between your legs which made you hold yourself. Quickly making your way towards the open door of the bathroom, you saw your reflection which made tears cascade on your cheeks and bile slowly rising up your throat.

Steve and Eddie quickly followed your form, clad in only their boxers. They stayed outside near the open door, watching you take yourself in the mirror. Your hair is dishevelled, hickeys littered across your skin. You looked down and saw some bruises near your hips and thighs along with some more marks that both men did. It made the bile rise up your throat quickly, flinging yourself towards the toilet bowl as you retched and vommited everything inside your stomach. Both men quickly went inside, Eddie holding your hair up while Steve rubs your back soothingly, not one of them saying a word.

Emptying more than what your stomach had, you sobbed loudly on their touch when Steve wiped your mouth gently with a cloth. Your mind is not comprehending what is happening, nor remembering how it became like this. You cried out in frustration as you think of the night before, always getting stuck on the part where you had drinks, making you cover your face in shame and guilt. “Shh, shh, come on honey. Let’s get you back on the room.” Steve softly whispered, helping Eddie guide your boneless form while you continue to cry.

You sobbed even when they were putting one of Eddie’s shirt on you and making you take some sips of water, your body feeling uncomfortably sticky. You have never imagined your first time like this. Losing your virginity like this. For you, you always thought that your first time would be with someone you dated for a long time that you cannot help but love them. Soft dances, gentle caresses and touches that won’t leave marks. All those romance books made you think that your first time should be a gift to the guy you’ll love for the first time as well. The shame of losing it this way made you sobbed harder, your heartbeat quickening as you get overwhelmed with all the emotions hitting you all at once.

Your train of thought was shattered when both of them kneeled in front of you, Steve rubbing soft circles on your thighs while Eddie holds your hand. “Breathe,baby. Breathe.” The older of the three of you whispered, brown eyes holding pity when you wipe your tears, looking through blurry eyes at the both of them. “Why..?” You manage to croak out, voice raspy and rough making you cough a bit.

Steve gave Eddie a quick look before he speaks “You wanted it, sweetheart. You told us last night.” He spoke gently, a pang of guilt hitting him when he said those words, but he knows that he needs to do this in order to have you fully. “W-what?” You mumbled in disbelief, “b-but I-I can’t remember last night—! I-I’m trying to but I c-can’t!” You cried out, hands gripping your hair in annoyance as you keep on trying to remember. “I-I lost my virginity this way when I— I told myself I won’t— this is wrong..” you told them, wiping your tears. The word made Eddie’s jaw tick in annoyance, Steve’s stare turning dark. “I-I’m sorry Mr. Harrington, Mr. Munson I-I— this is wrong— I m-must’ve been— this was a mistake I-I’m sorry.” You try to get out of their hold, planning to scramble your way out with your clothes on your arms but was cut off when Eddie stood up, his neck red as he try to control his emotions when you kept on saying that it was a mistake.

“Mistake?” He scoffed, crossing his inked arms over his chest as he looks down on you, the warmth pooling his brown eyes now gone. “Mistake? Sweetheart—“ he leaned down a little, watching you look up at him beneath your lashes. “You asked for it.” The deep timbreof his voice made your skin crawl, shaking your head in disbelief, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes that are now stern cold. “You did ask for it. In a sweet way too.” Steve answered with a smile not reaching his eyes, fingers fiddling with the frayed end of the shirt you’re wearing before he continues “Do you think we’ll do this if you did not ask?” Your mouth hanged open, stuttering with what they both said “I-I that’s— T-that’s not how I—“ you try to reason out, feeling your throat constrict in anxiety.

“Not how you what?” Eddie asked out of annoyance “not how you act when drunk? How would you know when its your first time drinking?” His harsh tone made you feel small, blinking your tears away. Steve only hummed, still kneeling in front of you. “Y-Yes! But- but I would not react that way— I-I know myself! I—“ you argued, looking frantically at both of them. Your stubborness made both of them sigh, Steve standing up suddenly to walk away and grab something.

Your eyes followed him, wearing only nothing but sweatpants. You noticed him holding a video camera, face now void of emotion before putting it on your lap. “Here ya’ go. Maybe this will refresh your memory?” You stared at him in confusion before looking back up at Eddie that only motioned for you to go on. “Open it.” He mumbled while your trembling hands try to figure out how to turn the video camera on. “Now press this one, the gallery.” Steve asked you to, hitting play after you follow his instructions. Your stomach churns in anxiety when the video immediately started.

Your eyes widened when you watched Eddie’s face disappeared between your thighs, your ears not believing that all the needy whimpers heard from the video came out of your mouth. “Yeah? You like that sweet girl? Told you, all you just need to do is ask.” Steve’s voice can be heard despite all your whimpers, Eddie chuckling when he moved away slightly to slide in his finger inside you, making you moan really loudly. The obscene noises you all made pricked your skin with goosebumps. The video continued, closing your eyes when you heard Eddie say “Shit! Did you see that Harrington?! We fucking got a squirter here!” And as you cry out on the video saying “more, please. P-please..”

Eddie noticed you closing your eyes, huffing before he took hold of your face. “Open your eyes and watch. See if you didn’t asked for it.” You felt helpless, only nodding while your lower lip tremble, trying to hold your tears in. Steve played the next video, the camera pointing towards your face and torso, tears evident as Steve pounded your pussy roughly. His harsh breaths and moans can be heard mix with yours. The camera focused on his cock going in and out of you, making Steve’s cock harden while he watch the video with you.

“God— you love being fucked like this don’t you?’ You only hummed as an answer in the video, making Steve thrusting into you deep. “What? I can’t hear you honey.” He teasingly asked, making you answer loudly “uh-huh! Wan’it!” You looked so fucked out in the video, arms holding him close when he leaned in for a kiss. Steve pressed next which played Eddie’s video, fucking you from behind. His rough hands spanking your meaty ass, watching it jiggle before groping it. You heard Eddie mumble when his thumb touched your ass hole “me and Steve will be using this soon, right doll?” You watched in disbelief till his cum painted your back, making you turn off the camera.

You did not notice that tears were streaming down your face again, looking at both men in disbelief while your mind screams at how disappointing you are. With a trembling hand, you handed them the camera while shaking your head. “N-no. No—“ you covered your mouth in shock before breaking down. Your whole body trembled, making Eddie sit down beside you like Steve. Both of them holding you close.

You don’t have the energy to push them away or deny their touches despite it bringing you an odd sense of comfort. Steve and Eddie held you for a few minutes which felt like house, waiting for your breathing to calm down. “Now that you’ve watched it, do you believe us now..? I told you, it wasn’t just us that wanted it. You wanted it first..” Steve whispered, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear that sticked to your skin because of your tears. “You kept on begging us! I knew we should’ve took evidence of it from the very start, right Eds?” Steve asked the elder that is now resting his face on your shoulder. “Yep, should have recorded how clingy you were, how polite even. You mommy and daddy raised you right,huh?” The mere mention of your parents sent your mind into a frenzy, body shaking when you begin to sob uncontrollably again “Please! P-please don’t tell— don’t tell t-them please! M-mommy and daddy—!” You were slowly panicking, mind drifting that Steve held your face between his hands. “Oh honey, no. No, we won’t tell them. Cause now, you are also our good girl. Right?” His thumb wiped some of your tears away as you stare at him before turning your head slightly to find Eddie already looking at you.

“Mhm, should be our good girl if we don’t want you mommy and daddy finding out, huh?” Eddie huskily whispered on your tear-stained cheeks,making you gulp. Steve looked at you in anticipation, cocking an eyebrow waiting for an answer. You slowly nodded your head, head hurting from getting overwhelmed that your body doesn’t have the energy to go against too. “Words, honey. Use your words now, come on. Say that you’re our good girl forever and we won’t let your mommy and daddy find out” Steve’s voice was clipped, tone serious when he looked down on you. “Y-your good girl..” you mumbled, eyes looking down when you felt both of them grin.

It’s only morning but your body felt tired as if you’ve spent the whole day awake. Your mind too numb while you feel like the room closes in on you, you closed your eyes, sighing in what you’re not sure if its because you’re tired or if its because you accepted your defeat. The shame and guilt that you did this all on yourself. Steve and Eddie’s words sinking in deep inside your mind. You let go, resting your head on Eddie’s which made Steve chuckle darkly.

“There she is. Finally found our good girl, Munson.”

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