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we had a breakdown over some Unwholesome slutty sid content yesterday so here’s some wholesome content from the athletic on sid

It was 2016 in Minnesota and an aggravated coach Mike Sullivan was searching for the captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins following a loss to the Wild. Sullivan needed to speak with Sidney Crosby and was walking briskly on the event level of Xcel Energy Center.

Then, he stopped in his tracks.

Around the corner outside of the Penguins’ locker room, Crosby, minus his jersey but otherwise still wearing his equipment, was sitting on the floor. Speaking with a child in a wheelchair, Crosby sat so that he could better make eye contact. He often does this. Sullivan executed a U-turn while his captain sat with the child for 20 minutes, a scene that unfolds countless times across North America every season.

Thousands upon thousands of people have flocked to arenas for decades to watch Crosby play hockey since was a boy. Crosby’s greater mission, though, has always been to comfort the sick and unlucky among us with an uncommon grace and thoughtfulness that is uniquely his own.

“There’s never been anyone like him before,” former Penguins general manager Jim Rutherford said. “And there will never be anyone like him after.”

The widely held belief that the world of professional sports doesn’t showcase any authentic role models is inaccurate so long as Sidney Patrick Crosby walks among us.

“You always hear that saying,” Bobby Orr said. “You know, that so and so is a better person than he is a player. Well, the great thing about Sid is, he’s one of the five greatest players in history. There’s no question about that. But he actually is a better person than he is a player. Now, think about that. I love him.”

On the ice, he is a living legend. The massive legs, the impenetrable ability to protect the puck, the greatest backhand ever, the cannon-like burst of speed through the neutral zone, the rare playmaking ability, the tenacity, the intelligence, the determination, the precociousness as a teenager, the longevity as a thirty-something and the ability to score goals on hockey’s biggest stage are all indelible trademarks of his greatness.

The mythology of Crosby off the ice, however, may be even more worthy of inclusion in the history books and it is very much rooted in reality. He’s not just an ambassador for hockey, but an ambassador of kindness.

“He was like that even as a little boy,” said Troy Crosby, his father. “He was getting so much attention when he was little, and then as he became a teenager. It could have gone to his head. He could have gotten a big ego. All Sidney ever cared about was taking care of other people.”

Crosby made his NHL debut on Oct. 5, 2005, in New Jersey. It was a zoo after the morning skate. Hockey was back after a year-long lockout, Crosby’s debut was being made in the New York area against Hall of Fame goaltender Martin Brodeur and it was Mario Lemieux’s 40th birthday. While he was the center of attention, Crosby, who had turned 18 two months earlier, wasn’t concerned about himself.

“He was giving these interviews and there were people everywhere” said Tom McMillan, the former Penguins’ vice president of communications. “But he noticed, in the hallway outside of the locker room, that his mom was being surrounded by reporters. He was worried about her. She was fine, but he was worried about her. So he comes up to me and says, ‘Hey, can you make sure my mom is OK?’ From the very beginning, he was worried about everyone but himself. He never changed.”

Including his salary and endorsements, Crosby has earned in the neighborhood of $200 million in his career. His father isn’t the only one who says Crosby hasn’t changed. His teammates agree. Team employees agree. Even living legends like Orr agree.

There is a simple explanation for this, Crosby insists.

“I don’t think money ever gives you the vehicle to treat anyone differently or to be disrespectful,” he said. “I get to do what I love to do and I’m very appreciative of that. I don’t take that for granted one bit, regardless of what my pay is. I get to do what I love. The least I can do is treat people well along the way.”

Crosby’s legend in the Penguins organization is such that his contributions to society draw biblical comparisons.

Literally.

“I always say that he’s like a child of God,” former Penguins broadcaster Paul Steigerwald said. “That’s how I’ve always seen him. He has a certain light in his eyes that I always notice. He’s a genuinely good soul. People often give credit to a person’s parents for raising a great kid. I totally get that and they did a great job. But I also see a natural soulfulness to Sid that is innate and not necessarily learned.”

Crosby is a role model, and he knows it. He embraces it.

“I’ve been around a while and I’ve met a lot of people,” Rutherford said. “I’ve never met anyone like him. He only does things for the right reasons. And he cares about people so very much. Other players of his stature don’t always act like this. But he’s different. And you see it most when it comes to the way he treats children.”

The Penguins are the NHL’s oldest team, thus, many players have children. During the Stanley Cup years in 2016 and 2017, it was commonplace for Matt Cullen’s children to be hanging on Crosby after playoff wins, as they would naturally gravitate to the best player in the world who just happened to be the nicest guy in the room.

Crosby, in fact, has been known to have spirited mini-sticks games with Nikita Malkin. And yet, his treatment of children isn’t confined to the children of his teammates.

One story lives in Crosby lore.

It was Jan. 11, 2014. The Penguins had just won in Calgary, 2-1, in the weeks leading up to the 2014 Olympics in Sochi. After the game, the Penguins departed to their bus on a frigid Alberta evening.

While sitting on the bus, Crosby noticed a handful of teenagers standing behind a fence, which was located on a steep hill beside the Saddledome. They were chanting Crosby’s name and had signs wishing him well in the Olympics.

Upon seeing this, Crosby, dress shoes and all, sprinted up the steep, icy hill. He not only signed all of their jerseys but talked hockey with them for a few minutes before slowly coasting back down the hill.

“I’ll never forget seeing that,” Steigerwald said. “Who else does that?”

Not many people would do such a thing, it can be presumed. But Rutherford saw it every day while he was the general manager of the Penguins.

“The way he treats children is the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen in my career,” Rutherford said. “When you see those groups of people who want autographs, you have to be careful. A lot of those groups have people that are there every day and looking to sell autographs. But I’ll tell you this about Sid: Never, not one time, has he ever passed by a child who wanted an autograph. No child is ever left behind. I’ve seen him sign autographs and then get on the team bus. Then, he sees a kid pop up who didn’t get his autograph signed. So, he always gets off the bus and makes sure the kid has an autograph and a picture with him. He understands the effect he has on people, but he’s the farthest thing from arrogant you could possibly imagine.”

Crosby is a regular at the UMPC Pittsburgh Children’s Hospital. While the Penguins do occasionally orchestrate team visits that Crosby naturally takes part in, he’s a regular at the hospital. He does so on his own time.

No cameras. No reporters. No attention.

“I’ll be honest with you,” Troy Crosby said. “That’s the way he wants it. It means a lot to him to spend time with kids, just him and the kids. He doesn’t want people knowing about it and he goes to lengths to keep it that way.”

Crosby seems miffed when others are blown away by his character. To him, to be polite, generous and thoughtful is simply natural.

“Treating people the right way has always been important to me,” Crosby said. “Whether it’s your teammates, people you see at the rink, fans, kids, whatever. You’re supposed to be good to people in life. You’re supposed to be respectful. So, that’s what I try to do every day. It’s always been a very important thing to me.”

#he’s so GOOD 😭😭😭😭#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins

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halloweenhuh · 6 months

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Halloween, Huh? Day 2 Reveals

Night Class - Rated E - 12,617 words Alex how found the simplest solution for all the facts he had been presented. There were plenty of them to make sense of. Alex was taking the path of least resistance, accepting that whatever remained after all was stripped away must be the truth. June could laugh at him for the rest of time if she wanted. He was right. He knew he was right. He had to be right because nothing else on earth or in the universe made sense.

Henry Fox — his smarmy, entitled, wealthy, bland, irritating neighbor — was a vampire.

Alex knew it. He could prove it.

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Because I’m A Scoundrel - Rated E - 8,368 words Alex Claremont-Diaz has exactly thirty minutes to make himself look as slutty as possible for this Halloween Gala. At this very moment he looks a little bit like a sexed up pirate, but with the addition of his small black vest - rest in peace to the Patagonia packers and finance brethren- and a low slung belt with a “blaster,” a very sex-on-legs Han Solo is looking back at him.

Henry Fox, who is both a double scull rower with enough Olympic medals it would make anyone other than Alex sweat, and the definitive arch nemesis of Alex - is wearing a white sylvette Princess Leia costume, hugging his curves in all the right ways, the clingy fabric draping to the floor.

When you and your arch nemesis show up to the most important gala of the year in a couples costume you either play it up or shut it down. Alex has a decision to make, but the way that dress is hugging Henry’s ass isn’t making that decision any easier.

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Trading Traditions - Rated T - 2,093 words Alex and Henry's first Bonfire Night together.

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The great turkey calamity? - Rated T - 4,919 words And that’s how Alex finds himself, two minutes later, facing two turkeys and gaping at them like an idiot.

“So, Alexander,” Cornbread starts, “what seems to be the problem?”

“Aside from the fact that I’ve gone mad?”

“He means with Henry,” Stuffing says.

“There’s no problem with Henry,” Alex quickly clarifies. He’s not someone who does things half-assedly, so if he’s going to speak to a pair of turkeys about whatever they think Alex has a problem with, he’s going to commit to it. “We’re just–”

“Yes?”

“Friends?”

“If you’re friends,” Stuffing starts and Alex could swear his turkey voice is infused with sarcasm, “why were you pacing your room worried about whether you should call him or not?”

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The Candy Tax - Rated T - 2,931 words Ten-year-old Alex has invited his new friend Henry, who just moved to Texas from England with his family so that his movie star dad can be based in the US to shoot more movies, over for a sleepover the night before Halloween.

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if you're all alone, pick up the phone - Rated G - 485 words By the third time Alex calls, Henry is pretty sure the man is making things up.

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Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all

Rated G - 750 words The mountains are on fire. Red, orange, and yellow leaves cover thousands of acres of land, and the peeking of the sun over the distant horizon illuminates the hovering fog, creating the illusion of a persistent fire burning brightly without causing any damage. Instead, it paints a masterful landscape for an early morning riser to gaze at as he sips at a cup of Earl Grey and marvels at the fact that this beauty is a sight he has somehow been blessed to see.

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A little note for all of our wonderful creators: if your work was revealed by the Palace today, please be sure to update your publication date to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #halloween huh #fandom event #prompt fest #rwrb fanfic

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holyghostbelle · 8 months

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THE THIRTEENTH STEP

(sponsor!dark!Eddie Munson x recovering!reader)

Oh how I've created the most deliciously terrible pairing, so many warnings and red flags.

if you are under the age of 18 I will make out with you dad >:0 don't make me do that

Eddie Munson is 5 years sober and horribly famous, reader is 60 days sober and has never heard of the bands he's in :) 29 year old Eddie , 21 yr old reader. Fem reader. ALSO STEVE THE ARMY GUY is not STEVE HARRINGTON

Warnings: drug use, addiction, drug addiction, alcoholics, sex addicts, sexual assault(not eddie),power play, the act of thirteenth stepping( becoming involved with newly recovering addict),abuse, victimisation, reader hates herself, reader is suicidal,Gaslighting and manipulation

Masterlist

It's 1994 and you stop smoking, you chew gum instead, sipping dark roast coffees when you crave them.You stop drinking too, stop doing drugs, you're totally clean now and you get tattoos, thousands of them (well you have maybe more than 20) you've been clean for less than 60 days.

Your parents are so proud of you, and you've broken up with ‘him’? So you've got everything ahead of you and nothing to lose. You're living with your parents, back at home, you don't hear the drunks outside,they don't knock on your door and beg. The mail comes and it is never bad news. You thank your rich mum and dad. You pray every night that they are telling the truth when they say how far you've come, but deep down you know they aren't, back at home already and your degree hasn't even finished yet.

You're a failure.

They've spent so much money on you, you want to pay it all back, hospital bills, expensive rehabilitation, one of the new ones, with green tea and yoga and celebrities who have phones you put in your pocket, the one your dad has for work.

You have crystal healing therapy and draw your feelings in big white open rooms with hundreds of plants, and half the time you think to yourself.

‘i'd rather he hit and shout at me all over again before Rachel stands up and hums incredibly loudly at the back of my head for another session of reiki healing, in fact i'd rather be back to lying on the streets overdosing if she prescribes a fucking hug. Id rather have a fucking! stomach pump if she tells me i'm worth it! One more fucking time.``

But you're out now, stuck in the New York suburbs with assholes who take prescription drugs and drink green smoothies and walk tiny dogs and listen to music that makes you want to cut your ears off and shove them down someone's throat.

Your parents buy you a car to get to the NA meetings. It's thirty minutes away. In a church.

You remember going there on Sundays with your family, fresh faced in babydoll dresses and tiny little white socks, with your pink pocket bible and you'd get pancakes with sweet syrup and fresh fruit and your nan would scoop up all the foam on her coffee and let you taste it when your mum turned a blind eye, bitter and milky.

But this is different, you've done this all by yourself.

’Step 1: Admit your life has become unmanageable’

Okay, so it's your first college party right? And you're freshly 18. You've never drunk (the sip of your dads beer doesn’t count) and you're dressed well; slutty. Your roommates pulled something out that's low cut? You're a hundred percent sure it's a nightgown at this point. And you've got boots and a brown matte lip and you look at yourself in the mirror and think.

‘Is this what it's like to be popular?”

So anyway, you show up to this party right, you-look-so-fucking-hot. And you meet this guy, well you meet “him”, He's cute, a little flirty. He makes you smile and he smokes weed. And remember you've never drunk or done any drugs, but you really like him and any common sense gets thrown out of your pretty little head, so you do a shot and smoke.

You end up in his bed that night, he's pressed against you whispering poetry into your ear, you swallow air and cry and you've never been deeply religious because you did give that boy a hand-job in the church graveyard when you were fourteen, so it's not like you're totally a prude or anything because your roommate's dress hangs around your waist as you lose your virginity to him, and all you ask is,

“Is this what heaven feels like?”

You're light and airy.

You wake up in the morning and leave and you start going out every night trying to catch him at the bar that doesn’t ID, you see him with other girls-he leaves with other girls, hunched over in the back alley. Sometimes it's you, in his car, in the bar toilets, in his house, you don't leave for days, your mind is constantly foggy and he is on the phone to his friend talking about drugging the same girl over and over, but you want it so badly so it can't be you, right?

So you start buying off him and suddenly all of your trust fund is gone and your owing him favours, your on his bedroom floor high as a fucking kite you see color's and your pretty sure your on acid, you don't actually know? But it doesn't matter at this point because you’ve convinced yourself he's in love with you.

You've missed all your classes this week because you're too busy getting pounded by the guy that gives you drugs for free and then he stops whispering poetry into your ear and you are actually like together, because you got kicked out of your apartment and you live with him now.

There's no point going anywhere, your mind is foggy, you've lost so much weight and you don't actually know what's going on at this point, he tells you what you need, his friends come and go, he must have hundreds of them because they all look different.

He gets violent, but it's during sex first, he slaps your face and apologises because he's ‘just trying to keep you awake’ he swears. He buys you flowers the next day, and chokes you that evening, it becomes a vicious new cycle.

“Here I bought you chocolate” is cheap shit, but he carves his initials into your skin that night because "you fucking belong to him”

Then he tells you to sleep with his friends and you do. He laughs and calls you a slut and kicks you. “Anything for fucking drugs this girl”

His friends snicker and you sleep with them, the list of sins gets longer. Then one night after a year when your parents get redirected to the place you've been staying because this Christmas you haven't called to say you're coming back and also that expensive ivy league school just sent the third check back as you had dropped out.

They find you outside on a road away from his place, red foam out your mouth, eyes rolled back and bruised all over, your naked and your hair is knotted at the back, so you're rushed to hospital, you never tell them what happened, so they don't ask, no police report is filed, he gets away with what he's done.

What a Christmas gift you think, your mother says its a Christmas miracle and tells all her friends that you've basically been reborn. Your dad is distant like always, and you drink cranberry juice instead of wine at Christmas dinner, everyone pretends that everything is fine.

You think you were set up to fail from the start.

And yeah, you could say your life has gotten pretty unmanageable.

The doctor says you're lucky your parents found you, you had your stomach pumped in the ambulance, but you don't remember much.

Just pain, and a pure black sky.

And you start to miss him, it's been two weeks and he hasn't tried to contact you to apologies like he usually does and you think of the first night you met and how it felt like heaven, and how you couldn't move and speak and it was like you were trapped in your own head and how it didn't feel at all that nice, and how he was whispering ‘it's going to be alright, im just taking care of you’

And you're heartbroken all over again, but you're not allowed to drink so you wallow in your sadness sober, which is actually ridiculously boring and because you're sober you can't make drunk mistakes like kissing random old men or spending hundreds of dollars on a stupid bag, because drunk you would take a knife and stab him right in his heart so he knew how it felt.

You start to wish you died that night, because tattoos are fucking expensive and also you cant get yourself to cover his mark because that would mean someone else would see it there and everything would be true.

So you sit at home and think and cry and cry some more, and then you pack for rehab.

But rehabs over now, and AA, NA, SAA (because sleeping around for drugs is actually considered a sex addiction? And not prostitution? yeah right!), that's your life now, you're fully booked and sober.

It's five pm. You're driving an old Honda accord in silver because your dad thinks if you get drunk and crash the car it won't be a loss of money, have a little faith, your mum hands you three dollars to buy a coffee because apparently coffee is incredibly expensive now.

You pull over and buy a pack of cigarettes, you lean against your car, you breathe in the bitter death and think.

“Is it a sin to smoke next to a church?”

It can't be right?

You check your watch, five twenty five.

A black Chevy truck pulls up to your left, it actually looks ridiculous, its custom so whoever owns it is either extremely rich or stupid and poor.

Metallica blasts through the speakers, it's so loud you can't hear yourself think. The car door slams as you inhale the last of your cigarette. You look up for half a second, but you find yourself gazing at him for a second too long.

He looks back, he nods and smiles at you.

You scoff, stamping out your cigarette.

He follows you into the church.

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Eddie's famous, stupidly famous. Old men know who he is famous, and hot women.

Eddie is famous as fuck and rich and an addict.

You know how it starts, smoke a bit of weed in high school, drink a couple of beers. One minute you're trying cocaine for the first time and the next your manager is hand cuffing you to your bed-frame because you have a tendency to get drunk and fuck and destroy the hotel room.

So yeah maybe Eddie spiralled out of control on tour and passed out on stage and then decided to get in the passenger seat with his friend, and take control of the steering wheel, and well you probably know the rest right? you've heard it all before, you've seen it in the papers.

"RICH WHITE ROCKSTAR GETS FUCKING DRUNK AND KILLS LIKE A MILLION PEOPLE!!!!!"

Okay so not exactly that.

On parole for a year, Licence revoked for two. Three years in and he starts making music again, four years sober and all he has is an extreme nicotine addiction, an over customised truck, and bandmates who hate him. But that's rock and roll baby, all the stars nearly kill their friends.

Eddie goes to NA and AA meetings every week, technically he's forced too but he likes listening to rich white mens sob stories, how they were bankers by day and coke addicts by night, because it's so tragic how they cheated on their wives with strippers, boo hoo! Eddie likes to play a game for sympathy, someone tells their sob story about losing a dog because they were drunk and Eddie talks about how his friend was in a coma for half a year.

And so Eddies pulls into the church hall parking lot, and he notices the young lil thing leaning against her car inhaling a cigarette like it's her job, and she dressed somewhat weirdly. In Fact she looks so out of place, she's wearing beige but not in a cool 90s grunge way. More in the way that her mum dressed her this morning, her mum being rich and suburban, married her husband for money.

He switches the truck off, and metallica fades out immediately. He steps out the truck, the car door slams, he stretches, his chest aimed for the sky and he looks at her. He nods and sends her a cheeky smile.

He waits for her reaction but she stares and scoffs , stamping out her cigarette, her eyes roll and she pulls the sleeves of her overly expensive knit jumper down.In the colour of beige, but the store probably calls it caramel coffee creamer or gingerbread cookie fall and even worse cinnamon roll icing, coconut shredded chocolate. Or if it's even higher end, sand one. He follows behind her. Noticing her stained black converse, bloodied, scuffed.

Her mum had definitely dressed her.

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The church hall is cold, it always has been.

There's a circle of chairs in the middle of the room, and a table with coffee cups and cheap plastic wrapped muffins, there's four men in suits in the room they’re sweating and you make eye contact with what you think is your mom's friend, she looks away quickly, and then there's the weird army guy with a sign in sheet that your pretty sure came to your high school to warn you about the dangers of drugs and alcohol.

You tell him your name and curl up on a plastic seat with a cold cup of coffee. You sip carefully, staring ahead as the curly headed freak pulls up a chair to your right.

“Nice sweater”

You raise an eyebrow and look him up and down, he's wearing a black fitted shirt and blue jeans covered in tattoos.

“It's my mums” you stare at him in the eye, “can you tell?”

“Where are your clothes then?”he points to your chest and meets your eyes.

“I don't know, probably in a skip somewhere rotting, like everything else”

He grins, “You're so cynical” he looks over to the woman next to him “How are you doing today Joan? How are the kids?”

Joans face flushes, and stares at your face,” Oh Eddie, i'm doing fine thank you, Heathers graduating college soon, only a couple of months”

“They grow up so fast, huh”

There's a moment of silence, Eddie leans back in his chair smiling, the business men talk about stocks or money or whatever they actually do, and the big army guy sits down in a chair, his legs spread, muscles bulging.

“Hello, I'm Steve and i'm an alcoholic!"

“Hi Steve” we chant back.

“It's been about seventeen years now, since i had a sip of beer, and i've been thinking, seventeen years, that's nearly a high school graduate, my soberness could drive, next year it could join the army, and every day i think to myself what is this for? myself ? My wife? My kids? “ he sighs

“No, being sober is for myself, i've owned up to my actions, i've accepted god into my life, i've made amends, and now? I go for dinner with my wife and while she has wine I have soda, my kids party and I can pick them up safely, and help them, but I'm happy to help.”

Steve goes on for what seems like hours, but you keep your eye on the clock and only minutes pass, you don't actually know what he's trying to say but you nod along anyway.

“We have a newcomer today, you've probably noticed her. So be nice, why don't you introduce yourself darling?”

You say your name, and they chant it back at you, they wait for you to speak.

“I got out of rehab like a-week ago, and all I could think while being there while they braided my hair and made me pick weeds out of bushes is how I would've rather died from my overdose than be there.” you pause, and the room fills with a flood of sympathy, it's thick in the air, there's a shuffling of feet.

“And like, everyones been telling me to own up to my actions, like it was my fault? Like I went to college and then decided to get hooked on drugs?” you smile but your eyes don't.

There's a scoff on your right, you look at him.

“oh sorry did you want to say something?”

“Look sweetheart, we’re all here for a reason, part of recovery is owning up to your actions” Eddie smiles softly like he's just said the biggest revelation ever .

You nod at him, “yeah i guess you're right, next time someone loads me up with ketamine and rapes me i’ll remember it was my own fault” you stand up straight coffee knocked up and on the floor.

“because I was asking for it, right?”

You drag your chair painfully slowly and it scrapes along the floor, making that awful sound.

You rush out of the building to your car, slamming the door and hitting the steering wheel. You look over at the truck on your left and contemplate.

Fuck it

You get out the car, keys in your hand and you scrape them along his car door , in jagged edges.

Shit. You panic. Can you go to prison for this? you've just vandalised a seemingly harmless guy's car.

“Did you just key my truck?” He's behind you, and you turn to see his face.

“No” you shake your head.

“I just watched you do it, why are you lying?” he questions

“Because ,I-” you sigh“ i've got to much fucking anger and i don't know what to fucking do with it” your lip tremors.

“Im stupid. So fucking stupid, and yeah everything is my own fucking fault, i could have filled a fucking police report, but i was so fucking naive, i found him in a club the next night and slept with him again, and suddenly i'm lying in my own filth waiting to die because ive been rotting away in his apartment for god knows how long, so he loads me up with drugs and leaves me on the side of the road and i think, this is it i'm finally going to fucking die. I'm twenty one and my life is already fucked.”

The wind howls, and the parking lot lights flicker on as it gets darker.

You look up at him “I'm sorry i keyed your car”

“It's fine, i'm stupidly rich and hate it anyway” Eddie mutters.

You smile.

“I want to be your sponsor”

“Huh?” your eyebrows raise "after I keyed your car?"

‘Yeah and well it's me or Joan, and Joan just speaks about her kids so, I'd be helping you out ”

“Joans actually my mom's friend”

“Oh, I get it,” Eddie sighs, fiddling with his keys.

You pause, looking at his brown eyes, you think about what they would've looked like blood shot.

“Can I get your number then? Because Heather was a real bitch to me in high school so i'd rather not hear about her success story”

A/N: hello I got bored and started writing, and this i what I wrote, i am terrible at proof reading by the way so I will give you a kiss if you tell me all my mistakes xxxx

#eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson #famous eddie munson #rich reader #90s au #recovering addict au #stranger things x reader #stranger things but not strange #heavy topics #what the actual fuuuuuck #slightly older Eddie #eddie munson #edward munson

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cross-word · 8 months

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Secret lovers

Ethan Landry x Male reader

Ethan and you have been friends since kindergarten, you’ve been hiding a secret from not knowing he might have the same secret

Word count: 1.5k

You groaned, throwing your head back “what’s wrong with you now” Ethan asked, “I hate homework I hate so much” you say putting your arms over your eyes. You remove your hand and look towards him and you could’ve swore your heart skipped a beat.

You and Ethan have been friends since kindergarten, you remember when you started to like him it was sophomore year in high school, it was raining hard and you forgot your umbrella. You were ready to use your backpack as an umbrella for the 20 minute walk to your house.

“Why are you staring at me, do I have something on my face” he said, opening his phone, you never had the courage to tell him, always scared your best friend would be weirded out by your crush.

You tried to keep your crush from anyone until your roommate Anika got you drunk one night and got you to spill who you had eyes on. Which resulted in Anika drunkenly telling her girlfriend Mindy and her telling Tara, Tara telling Quinn. You never showed interest in any guy who asked you out so when they found out you liked someone they freaked out.

Except for Mindy and Quinn they were disgusted Quinn was disgusted you liked her brother and Mindy just straight up didn’t like Ethan and thought you could do better.

Tara and Anika have been trying to get you to ask Ethan out, but you would never cross that line with your best friend.

��Come to the Halloween party with us’ you read Tara’s text ‘plus we already got you a costume, it was supposed to be for chad but he’s going as a cowboy instead’ you sighed you hated parties, “are you going to the Halloween party” you asked Ethan, sitting on his bed “yeah I’m making my own costume the store doesn’t have the one I want” he said still typing away.

You texted Tara back agreeing to come, you laid next to Ethan having your head touching the side of his body you felt his hand on your head “are you going to sleep” he asked you nod “wake me up in thirty minutes” you say, starting to doze off.

You knew you never had a chance with Ethan so you would rather push the best friend boundary until you couldn’t anymore.

Few weeks later while getting ready for the party. You hear screams around Tara’s apartment as everyone tries to get a little buzz before leaving. You’ve been staring at your costume for 30 minutes where the hell was the shirt you walk out of Tara’s bedroom, “hey Tara where’s the shirt for the costume” she looks at you weird “this is Halloween you know the day where you can be slutty without people judging” she says.

You looked at the vodka bottle on the table “you’re lucky you have the doctor blazer, that was chad’s outfit he wasn’t even going to wear it” she says chugging another shot.

Giving up, you wait for Chad and Ethan to show up finally hearing a knock you stand up and open the door, Chad walks past you and straight towards Tara.

Ethan stares at you, he knew you weren’t the most comfortable being shirtless, you two sat down on the couch you catch Ethan looking at you “it’s too much right” you ask him.

Ethan laughs “are you kidding Chad is literally half naked with pants and a hat on, you're modest compared to him” he says he watched you hold your stomach “here I heard you were getting Chad's old costume” he says bringing out a white shirt.”I knew it didn’t have a shirt so I brought you one, it matches with your costume” he smiles.

You ran to grab it out of his hand, hugging Ethan “you’re a lifesaver Ethan” blurting out thanks before taking off the blazer and quickly putting on the shirt he just gave you, “that’s way better” you say sitting down again.

Arriving at the party everyone split, you didn’t know where to go so you stayed with Ethan, you two drank 2 beers before quitting. You hate being drunk, it always makes you insecure about everything and tonight wasn’t any different.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been looking at Ethan’s side profile but you notice he didn’t realize you were looking. You turn your head to see a girl, she was gorgeous, she was dressed like a female Harry Potter glasses and all.

You felt your heart drop. You knew you never had a chance with him so why do you still hold out hope you two would get together. “Do you like her” you asked throwing Ethan out of his trance “huh” he looked at you confused “the girl your staring do you like her” you ask him staring at her “oh you noticed, yeah she’s amazing she’s in my Econ class she’s so smart but” he was going to continue when your cut him off “ask her out” you say.

“What no, no way” he says putting his hands up “come on I’ll help you” you say dragging him towards her “hey this is my friend ethan his in your econ class and he was wondering if you’d be down to talk with him” pushing him towards her she let an awkward wave he did the same. When they started to talk you slowly walked away watching from afar.

“Why’d you do that” you turn to your left to see anika “do what” you ask her “set ethan up with that girl” she says staring at them you see them laugh and joke and you see ethan smile his smile that made you faint the smile where you would fight thousands of zombies just for him to have it.

“Look at them, he's so happy” you say not realizing you were crying “I never had a chance anyways” you say looking back “are you sure this is what you want” Anika asked, you nod “I need to move on from my crush on him if I’m ever going to watch him date someone else” you watched as Anika left and walked back to Mindy.

You were left to yourself you focused on Ethan and her, the music being tuned out it was just you and Ethan in a room he looked up his smile fades when he saw you. You saw as he rushed towards you leaving the girl without hesitation.

“Hey, why are you crying, are you okay, do you want to leave, we can leave if you want to” he says pulling you into a hug and holding you close.

“Yeah can we go back to the apartment” he nods as he walks you out of the frat house, you two were walking in silence with Ethan holding your hands when he was pulled back. By you stopping suddenly he turns towards you with tears down your eyes.

“What’s going on with you, why're you crying so much” he says wiping the tears off your face “I’m in love with you Ethan, I’ve been in love with you since highschool I love you so much” you say putting your head in the crook of his neck.

“I know you’ll never love me but I can’t stand watching you with someone else, I don’t even know if you like guys” you say sniffling you felt him hold you “is that why you’ve been crying” he ask you nod into his neck “I love you too Y/N, I thought you didn’t like me so I forced myself to have a crush on her” he says kissing your face.

He pulls away to see your face covered in tears “are you serious” watching snot run down your face he reaches into his pockets and wipe your nose “yes, I’m serious I am in love with you more than you ever know” he says looking your eyes, you two look into each other's eyes for who knows how long and he pulls in you in for a kiss.

You two continue to kiss under the street light of the park not stopping until you hear claps Ethan looks up to see your guys friend groups Ethan holds you close as he closes his eyes “I love you Ethan”

Ethan was knocked out of his day dreaming when he heard the door opening and watched as two dogs ran up to him in the living room. He watches as you walk in “I didn’t know you were here, I thought you had a meeting” you ask sitting down next to him.

“The meeting got cancelled and it was going to be an all day meeting so today I got a break and I wanted to spend it with my amazing husband” Ethan says kissing your neck pinning you to the couch.

He stays on top of you just hugging you “I love you Y/N” you laugh wrapping your arms around him “I love you too Ethan” kissing his nose.

#ethan landry #scream 6 #x male reader #ethan landry fluff #x male reader fluff #fluff #they like holding hands #jack champion

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weekend plans

eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington

summary: you and your roommate eddie invite steve to spend the weekend with the two of you…and things take a turn you couldn’t have predicted.

w/c: 7.2k

rating: 18+ mdni or i will personally fight you

warnings: language, drinking games, smuuuuut, threesome, dom/sub dynamics (sub reader), oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP Y’ALL), anal, double penetration, pretty much the whole shebang, i’m sorry I AM A WHORE

a/n: yes i have like ten requests in my inbox and several dying breed bonus scenes to write BUT i feel like it’s about damn time i showed this fandom my sluttiness. also to some of you, this fic may be a little familiar. that’s because i’ve decided to adapt it to my current hyperfixation. heads up that this doesn’t have much steddie in it, it’s mostly the boys focusing on the reader. enjoy sluts <3

also ps thank you @munsonquinns and @thefreak-thebanished for betaing for me <3

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“We’ve failed. We don’t have nearly enough beer,” you declare sarcastically, hand gripping the refrigerator door, your face reflecting the glowing light from inside. You eye the roughly thirty cans of various types of beer evenly lined up along the fridge shelf like perfect little soldiers, primed and ready for a very alcoholic war. You hear Eddie’s chuckle from the living room. “Like holy shit, Munson. Is Steve bringing an entire college fraternity with him or something?”

“I wanted to make sure we’d be stocked for the whole weekend,” Eddie calls out to you. “I didn’t want to have to make a second liquor store run.” You shake your head lovingly as you grab two cans of PBR and close the fridge.

“Well, at this point we might not need to make a run for another month,” you counter, plopping down on the couch next to your roommate and handing him one of the beers. Eddie grabs the beer with a grateful grin and pops it open. “What time is he supposed to get here?”

Eddie glances at his watch. “He said he would be here around one, so probably any moment now,” he replies with a shrug.

You’re ecstatic to see Steve. It’s been way too long since the last time you saw him. Even though you ended up moving to the city with Eddie, your relationship with Steve was arguably the strongest of your Hawkins crew. Steve and you clicked almost instantly when Eddie introduced you a few years back; Steve matches your wit, always keeping you on your toes. You’ve always enjoyed pushing his buttons because you know he’ll push yours right back.

The only downside to Steve coming to visit? He’ll be crashing on the couch.

“If only he could swing for a hotel room,” you quip under your breath, both hoping and not hoping Eddie heard you. Eddie reaching across the couch and giving your thigh a squeeze gives you your answer.

“You’ll survive, sweetheart,” Eddie assures, his voice lowering to that familiar timbre but his focus never wavering from the screen before you.

You force yourself to hold back a whimper at his touch, but his words send a warmth straight to your core.

Your relationship with Eddie has very recently evolved from roommate slash friend to something with a few more...benefits. You know that Steve crashing on the couch means that your escapades are put on hold for the weekend. And you can’t help but be frustrated given how new and exciting the arrangement with Eddie is.

You’re brought out of your wandering thoughts by the sound of two knocks against the door. You leap from your seat, rushing towards the door and earning a chuckle from Eddie. You throw it open to reveal your smiling friend before practically tackling him with a hug. Steve wraps his arms around you in response and lifts, spinning you in a circle in his embrace.

“I’ve missed you, goober,” Steve mumbles against your hair before returning you to the ground.

“Missed you too, bud.” You grab Steve’s forgotten suitcase and pull it inside the apartment, Steve following closely behind.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Eddie comments before pulling Steve into a tight hug, the pair gently rocking back and forth in each other’s arms. You shake your head lovingly.

“I can’t believe I have to be the third wheel all weekend,” you tease, crossing your arms and giving a fake pout. Steve lets out a chuckle as he releases Eddie.

“Come on, we both know you’re my favorite,” Steve quips, pinching your cheek.

Hours later, the coffee table is littered with empty beer cans, greasy paper plates, and a pizza box with one lone piece left. The three of you have long abandoned the couch, opting to spread out on the floor around the table. You can’t help but grin as you watch your two favorite boys share a laugh while they reminisce about something that happened back in high school.

You throw back the rest of your third beer of the night, the familiar sense of tipsiness spreading through your body. Your gaze lands on Steve, who’s finishing his beer himself, and your eyes drift down to watch the bob of his throat as he swallows the liquid. Steve has a beautiful neck, you think to yourself. Steve has a beautiful everything, really. He’s always been easy on the eyes, and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about crossing that line with him as well.

Eddie clears his throat, pulling you back to reality. You blink, quickly realizing that you’ve been staring at Steve for probably too long. A quick glance at Eddie confirms your suspicions; he meets your eyes with a knowing smirk. Heat fills your cheeks, though you aren’t sure if you’re embarrassed at the fact that you were staring and were caught, or if it’s because Eddie is the one who caught you.

Steve is none the wiser, however, completely distracted by grabbing the last slice of pizza.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend?” Steve asks between bites of pizza. You throw your head back with a laugh.

“It’s cute that you think this one planned anything ahead of time,” you tease, nodding your head towards Eddie.

“Excuse me!” he counters. “I got the beer! Why should I have to plan out the weekend too?”

“Because you’re the creative one!”

“Okay, okay, you two,” Steve cuts in, his voice booming over you and Eddie’s squabbling and heading straight to your core. Fuck, have you ever heard him talk like that? All you know is you want to hear it again. “No need to fight over little ol’ me. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

You take a deep breath, willing your body to cool down.

“I’ve got an idea for right now,” Eddie speaks up, shifting to sit on his knees. “Let’s play dare or drink.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours and that knowing look is back. He’s up to something, and you aren’t sure if you’re excited or nervous. Maybe a bit of both.

“Dare or drink?” Steve clarifies, seemingly intrigued. You roll your eyes and stand, headed for the kitchen.

“It’s Eddie’s version of truth or dare,” you call over your shoulder as you make your way into the kitchen. You grab three more beers, knowing full well that the group would need them for the game. You also know you need another drink if you’re going to survive the night. The boys are making you have...thoughts...and you figure alcohol will keep you distracted from them.

“Takes the boring “truth” part out of it,” Eddie explains with a shrug. “We go around in a circle and dare each other to do stuff. You can opt out by drinking.”

“You know, if you’re a pussy,” you add, earning a chuckle from Steve. You rejoin the boys, placing the beers on the table. “I’ll go first!” you announce, returning to your seat.

“I think the guest should go first,” Eddie argues, cocking an eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him. You can tell he’s plotting something and you definitely don’t like it.

“Fine,” you agree before sticking your tongue out at Eddie. You turn to Steve. “Hit me.”

Steve purses his lips as he deliberates. His eyebrows shoot up, seemingly coming up with an idea. He looks right at you, uttering your name as if he doesn’t already have your undivided attention.

“I dare you to shotgun your beer,” he finally says. You cock your head, trying to contain your laugh.

“So I can either shotgun my beer, or opt to just take one drink?” you clarify sarcastically, pointing out the logic fail in Steve’s dare selection. The man simply shrugs, unaffected by your teasing.

“Yeah, you can opt to just take one drink,” Steve explains, nodding. “You know, if you’re a pussy.”

You let out a scoff, your own words thrown back at you. You narrow your eyes at Steve this time, who simply mirrors your gaze, challenging you. You run your tongue over your teeth before nodding and grabbing your beer.

“Alright, I see how it is, Harrington,” you growl. You stick your hand out in front of you motioning towards the two men. “Someone give me their keys.”

Eddie chuckles, jumping up to grab his keys off the dining table and tossing them to you. You catch them easily, turn the can over, and pierce the bottom. You bring the hole to your lips as you pop the tab, and relax your throat, letting the beer gush down your esophagus with ease. Three gulps and the beer is finished, and you crush the can and toss it at Steve, a victorious smirk on your face. Steve’s mouth hangs open in shock, and you can’t help but feel pride at making the man practically speechless. Steve breaks his stare to glance over at Eddie.

“Is it wrong of me to say that was weirdly hot?” Steve asks Eddie, who lets out a laugh in response. You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the statement, though you convince yourself it’s purely a side effect of the beer you just chugged. You are most definitely tipsy now, reaching that delightful level before officially being drunk.

“Is it wrong if I agree with you?” Eddie replies, a cheeky grin on his face. He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Your turn, Miss Frat Boy.”

You lean forward, resting your elbows on the coffee table and your chin on your interlaced fingers as you think up a dare for your infuriating, yet attractive roommate.

“Alright, Edward,” you sneer. “I dare you to do a shot of hot sauce.” You arch an eyebrow back at him, but Eddie seems unfazed.

“Hmm, not what I expected,” Eddie states, his confidence never wavering. “But, fuck it.”

Eddie jumps to his feet once again, headed towards the kitchen. You giggle at his wording.

“Butt fuck it,” you mumble, earning a laugh and a head shake from Steve.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” Eddie challenges as he returns with the bottle of Tabasco and a shot glass, revealing he’d heard you. Your eyes go wide as that familiar heat returns to your cheeks and ears. You feel like you’ve done a shot of hot sauce yourself. You hear Steve chuckle awkwardly next to you while your eyes fall to your lap. Your imagination suddenly goes wild with dirty thoughts and images, and you take a deep breath while you will them away. You can’t think about that right now. Not with these two right here. So close to you.

The sound of glass on glass breaks you from your stupor, and you glance up to see Eddie tapping the Tabasco against the shot glass to get the fiery liquid out, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. What you wouldn’t give to roll that same bottom lip between your own teeth right now.

No, you have to stop. You focus on the hot sauce dripping into the small glass, trying like hell to distract yourself. But you are just so fucking horny now. Between Steve’s comment, Eddie’s comment, Steve looking like a snack as always, and the fact that you already know what Eddie looks like under that cotton t-shirt and those tight jeans, you are reeling. You should have known better. Alcohol always makes you horny.

You just have to get through the rest of the night, and then you’ll stick to water and coffee the rest of the weekend. It’s been awhile since you were DD anyway.

“Bottoms up,” Eddie declares before throwing back the shot of the red liquid. He winces as the sauce coats his tongue and throat, immediately grabbing his beer to chase it. He groans as he swallows. “Word of advice, beer is not a good hot sauce chaser.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” Steve comments with a slight chuckle. “Okay, Munson. Do your worst.”

Eddie leans back, resting against the couch as he crosses his arms and eyes Steve. He then turns his attention to you, arching an eyebrow. He’s doing it again. Scheming. His eyes continue to drift back and forth between you and Steve, and you grow increasingly nervous as the seconds tick by. He has something up his sleeve, you just know it.

“Alrighty, Harrington,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence. “I dare you...to give this one a hickey.” Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack as Eddie points right at you. Oh ho ho ho. What an asshole.

You bite your lip as you peek at Steve, who’s giving you an unreadable look. You’re extremely conflicted. Part of you wants nothing more than to feel Steve’s lips on your skin, sucking and biting, marking you. But you don’t want Steve to be uncomfortable, crossing that line and making things potentially awkward. Then at the same time, you don’t want to deal with the rejection of Steve opting for the drink.

You watch him curiously, waiting for him to do something, say something. You usually can read Steve like a book, but he has never looked at you like this before.

“Okay,” he says. Okay. Okay?

You watch with bated breath as Steve scoots closer to you, until he’s inches away.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting across your neck, his eyes piercing. You can barely think, let alone speak, so you simply nod your head.

And then you feel the unmistakable graze of Steve’s lips against your sensitive skin. To your surprise, he doesn’t go right in right away, instead opting to leave gentle pecks across your flesh as he works his way downward. You feel a shiver down your spine as Steve’s hand snakes up the other side of your throat to gently tilt your head, giving him more room. Your eyes flutter closed as his grip tightens around your jaw. After continuing his path down your neck, he centers on a patch of skin where your neck meets your shoulders, and then he opens his mouth, tonguing the delicate spot. You relax into the feeling, leaning even more into Steve’s touch. His lips wrap around the chosen position and suck, and before you can stop yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips.

That familiar heat returns to your cheeks and chest, and your eyes fly open, bracing yourself for Steve to pull away. But your whimper seems to spur the man on, as he continues to suck and lick and nip at your flesh. You almost let your eyes close again, but movement in your peripheral vision catches your eye. Your gaze drifts to the left, and your eyes meet Eddie’s once again. Only this time, his smug grin is gone and is replaced with a look you are quite familiar with. His eyes are hooded, jaw slightly agape, his breath coming out in pants. But then your eyes fall to his lap, where he is very obviously palming his crotch.

Oh. Oh.

Another whimper escapes your lips, feeling overwhelmed. Steve feels like heaven against your neck, running his tongue over the dark mark he caused. Your eyes are glued to Eddie’s hand against his jeans, wanting nothing more than to crawl across the room and help him. You can feel yourself getting wet, the fabric of your cotton shorts growing damp.

Steve’s grip on your face loosens as he slowly pulls away, placing one last peck against your bruising skin.

“I think that’s some of my best work,” Steve announces, breaking the silence while he admires the mark on your neck. You sway a bit as his hand leaves your jaw, in a complete daze as you watch him scoot back over to his original spot. “I believe it’s my turn?”

You hate how nonchalant he sounds. As if he didn’t just make you moan embarrassingly. You look back over at Eddie, who’s shifting to bring his knee up in front of him in an attempt to hide his hard-on from Steve. He clears his throat once again.

“Yep, it’s all you,” Eddie replies, his voice a bit strained. You look back at Steve and are met with a soft, casual smile. How is he this calm?

“Perfect,” Steve acknowledges. His eyes have a mischievous glint to them that makes your already quick-beating heart stutter. “I dare you to give him a lap dance,” Steve proclaims, never missing a beat. He nods his head towards Eddie. Clearly, he had been prepared with his dare.

What the fuck.

You can’t bear to look at Eddie, you know exactly what you’ll see. That all too familiar self-satisfied smirk. Here you are, conflicted again. If you say yes, you’ll have to give Eddie, the guy you’ve been fucking lately who already has a boner, a lap dance in front of Steve, the guy who just sucked on your neck for while. If you say no, you’ll be the first one to chicken out of a dare, and you’ll have to deal with whatever Eddie’s reaction to that would be. Would he make a big deal out of it? Would that open up a can of worms? You aren’t sure how candid Eddie wants to be about your arrangement.

Lesser of two evils. Plus you do kind of want to torture an already aroused Eddie.

“Put on some music or something,” you bark towards Steve before standing up and marching over to Eddie’s spot on the carpet. You stick your hand out, gesturing for Eddie to grab it. He concedes, letting you pull him to his feet. Steve fiddles with the tape player behind you while you grab Eddie’s shoulders, pushing him to sit on the couch. The opening guitar riff of Sweet Emotion plays from the speakers, and you can’t help but smile at Steve’s song choice.

They want a lap dance? You’ll show them a lap dance.

You turn your back to Eddie as you begin to sway your hips to the music. You run your hands up your thighs, your sides, before sliding a hand down your chest. You bend your knees and push your ass back against Eddie’s lap, circling your hips to the beat of the song. His hands grip the edge of the couch cushion as you move, as if he’s afraid to touch you. You roll your body, making sure to grind against his crotch; you can feel he’s still hard beneath you.

You turn around and ease yourself onto Eddie’s lap, resting a knee on either side of his thighs. You continue to roll your hips, resting your hands on Eddie’s shoulders. His eyes follow your movements, that smirk never leaving his face. You run your hands down his chest before reaching for Eddie’s hands, bringing them to rest on your thighs as you ride him. You grind harder against him, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your clit. You almost wish he was wearing thinner pants so he could feel how wet you are through your shorts.

You want to throw Eddie off a bit. You know he’s enjoying this, sure. But you want to surprise him, do something to wipe that smug look off his face.

So you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up and above your head, tossing it behind you. You watch as Eddie’s jaw drops and his pupils dilate.

Bingo.

You lean forward, rolling your body so that with each movement your chest is inches away from Eddie’s face, the lace of your bra practically touching his nose. You feel his fingers twitch against your thighs; he wants to touch more of you. It’s almost as if he isn’t sure if you will let him in front of Steve.

Fuck, Steve. You almost forgot he’s here.

You glance over your shoulder as you continue to circle your hips to the music. Steve is watching you like a hawk, his eyes trained on your body as it moves. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you arch an eyebrow. Steve immediately flushes, biting his lip at the notion of being caught staring.

You have both of these boys hooked. You throw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to relax into your dance. No longer are you going to push your dirty thoughts to the side. You decide to accept that this night is headed in this direction, and you are okay with it.

You shoot Steve a wink as you take a hold of Eddie’s hands again, sliding them up your hips and ribs before landing on your covered chest. You cock your head as you watch Eddie run his thumbs over the tops of your breasts before giving them each a gentle squeeze.

You hear the music gently fade out behind you and you begin to slow your hips. You give Eddie a wink this time before climbing off his lap and reaching for your discarded shirt. You pull the garment back on and plop back down on the floor before offering a big smile.

“I think that means it’s my turn, right?” you say cheerfully, glancing between the two men. You watch as Eddie leans back into the couch, crossing his arms once again. That annoying smirk is back as he stares at you. You are about to reveal your dare for Eddie when he suddenly speaks up.

“Actually, I think we need to pause the game for a bit,” Eddie announces before standing up, very obviously adjusting his jeans. “Steve, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

You and Steve exchange a confused look before Steve gets to his feet.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two men leave you sitting alone in the living room, horny and perplexed. You wonder what Eddie could possibly need help with. You take the opportunity to breathe and reflect on the past few minutes. You never imagined the night would become so...sexually charged. But you suppose that it shouldn’t surprise you, considering your new relationship with Eddie and your ongoing flirtatious friendship with Steve.

You shift on the floor, the dampness of your underwear and shorts starting to become uncomfortable. You wonder if you could quickly change shorts while they were busy. Would the boys notice the change? If they did, would they say anything about it?

Before you can make a move to get up, the men reenter the living room, both with unreadable expressions. Steve pauses behind the couch while Eddie makes his way over to you, squatting down to be at your level. You feel your heart rate pick up, knowing full well they are up to something.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie lilts, the pet name shooting right to your core. “Steve and I were wondering if you wanted to be a good girl for us tonight.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Does he mean what you think he means? “Both of us.”

Okay. This is happening. You feel your pussy throb at the proposal. You nod vigorously, immediately adopting your normal role.

“Ah ah, use your words, baby,” Eddie chides, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You swallow before speaking up.

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I’ll be a good girl. For you both.” Eddie smiles as he delicately caresses your jaw.

“Good,” he says before standing to his full height. “Why don’t you be a good girl and go get ready for us?”

You practically leap to your feet out of reflex, Eddie’s words causing an almost Pavlovian response. You shoot a quick glance to Steve, who’s eyeing you the same way he was earlier.

You make your way to Eddie’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you once inside. You take a deep breath as you get yourself together. Here you were thinking that sex with Eddie was off the table since Steve was in town. But now you are going to have both of them, at the same time. You feel your pussy throb again as your mind swims with delicious images. You can’t help but wonder what they were going to do to you.

You begin to strip, knowing Eddie always prefers you be ready and presented to him. You pull off your shirt and bra before peeling off your ruined shorts and underwear. You push your clothes pile into the corner and out of the way, and then you sit down on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly spread and your hands resting on either side of you. Your naked body is now on display for them, and you can only sit there and wait. You wonder how long the boys will make you sit here and wait for them, the thought of them leaving you here for a while making you even wetter.

The creak of the door handle pulls you from your thoughts as the door slowly opens. Steve enters first, sauntering into the room as he drinks you in. His eyes roam up and down your body before settling on your glistening core. You bite your lip as he practically eye-fucks you, your heart pounding out of your chest. He’s way too far away for your liking; you need him to touch you. Now.

But you know your role. You have to be patient.

Eddie then enters, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of you.

“Good girl,” he marvels as he takes his place next to Steve. He turns to the taller man. “You can go first.”

Steve nods before moving towards you slowly, stopping right in front of you.

“Kneel,” he mutters, his voice low and commanding. You immediately comply, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes as you wait for further instructions. “Go ahead and get my dick out.”

Your hands immediately jump into action, reaching to unbutton his pants and fumble with his zipper. You reach into his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his half-hard cock before pulling it out of his boxers.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, hmmm?” Steve asks, the tone of his voice contrasting with the dirtiness of his words. Just the thought of Steve cumming down your throat causes you to shift, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. You begin to pump your hand, getting him fully hard as you reply.

“Yes, please,” you whimper before giving his tip an experimental lick.

“Why don’t you tell Steve your safe word, baby?” Eddie implores from across the room. He’s leaning casually against his dresser, his arms crossed as he watches you.

“Tomato,” you answer obediently.

“And if you can’t talk?”

“Two pats,” you reply meekly, demonstrating the action against Steve’s still clothed thigh.

“Good girl.”

With Eddie satisfied, you get to work, licking a thick stripe up the underside of Steve’s cock. His hands immediately fall to your head, resting gently on either side. You swirl your tongue around his entire member before tonguing his slit and lapping at the bit of precum that has already trickled out. You circle your lips around his tip, sucking gently before sinking your head down onto him completely. Steve lets out a shaky breath above you as you slowly pull back, leaving his tip on your tongue. You sink back onto him again before getting into a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as you feel Steve’s grip on your head tighten.

You begin to work on relaxing your throat, wanting to take Steve in deeper. You tilt your head back slightly before reaching up to grab each of Steve’s wrists, signaling that he has control now. He starts with slow thrusts into your mouth, his cock now hitting the back of your throat with each move of his hips. Small grunts leave Steve’s lips as he feels you slightly gag around him. Tears prick your eyes as he continues to fuck your throat just like he said he would, your hands dropping to your sides and clenching into fists.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eddie begin to move closer. At some point he freed his own cock and is slowly stroking it as he stalks towards you.

“You gonna be a good girl and take everything Steve gives you? Huh? You gonna swallow every drop, sweetheart?”

You whine as you attempt to nod your head, Steve’s grip not allowing for too much movement. You try to discreetly shift your thighs again, your neglected core practically dripping onto the carpet below you.

“Ah ah ah, you know better,” Eddie chides, clearly noticing your movement.

You moan around Steve’s cock in response, feeling it twitch in your mouth. He gives a few more thrusts before stilling above you with a deep grunt, his seed coating your throat and tongue. You bob your head a few more times as he works through his orgasm, not wanting to miss a single drop of his cum, just like you promised.

His hold on your hair loosens as he pulls you off of his softening cock. You make a show of swallowing dramatically, before presenting your open mouth for both men to see.

“Good girl,” Eddie says before pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Steve stumbles off to the side of the room as he tries to catch his breath. But your eyes are now on Eddie, who’s hard as a rock and moving towards you like you are his prey. “Why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed? You’ve been so good so far, let me take care of you.” You jump to your feet, clambering onto the bed behind you. “Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

You do as you’re told, laying back on your elbows and instinctually opening your legs.

“Look at how wet you are for us,” Eddie comments, reaching out to run his thumb up your inner thigh, but stopping short of where you need him. His eyes sparkle as he watches your pussy contract around nothing, your wetness dribbling down your pussy lips. “Now you know the rules, sweetheart. No coming until I say so. Understand?”

You nod, begging Eddie with your eyes to just touch you already.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Eddie reminds you before giving your clit an unexpected pinch. You yelp at the action, nodding once again.

“I understand, I understand,” you plead. Eddie smiles before running his thumb across your core, barely touching the sensitive area.

“Good.”

He sinks one finger inside of you easily, earning a deep moan from you. He begins to trace slow circles against your wall, as if he’s searching for something. The pad of his finger presses against that particular spot and you keen, your hips shooting off the bed. He begins to slide his finger in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, watching you writhe under him. You can already feel your orgasm building and he’s barely done anything. You know you’re in for trouble.

Eddie slides another finger inside of you, stretching you deliciously and lighting a fire in your soul. How one man can bring you to ruin with just his fingers, you’ll never understand. His pace quickens as he works his fingers in and out of you, your entire body burning with desire. You’re starting to get worried that you won’t be able to hold back, that you’ll come undone on his fingers and have to face the consequences. He’ll probably won't let you come for a week. Or even longer. Or fuck, he might even stop everything all together and leave you here, an absolute mess, before things even get good.

“You getting close, sweetheart?” Eddie questions, an evil tone to his voice. “Don’t you dare come.” And just as you’re about to swear you won’t, Eddie’s thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. You cry out as he toys with your sensitive nub, his fingers never slowing their speed. You grip the comforter below you, attempting to ground yourself. You know you’re entering dangerous territory as you grind your hips against Eddie’s hand.

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, your voice whiny. “I’m so close.” Eddie’s fingers press hard against your g-spot as his thumb kneads your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer and you can’t hold it back anymore.

And then Eddie pulls his hand away completely, leaving you empty.

“No, I think you need to wait a little longer,” Eddie decides, an annoying playfulness to his voice. He meets your pleading eyes as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices and moaning at the taste of you. Your chest heaves as you attempt to get a hold of your breath. Your entire body is screaming, begging for release. It takes all of your willpower to keep your hands glued to the bed, knowing that if you even attempt to try to finish yourself off, this will all be over in a second.

You glance over at Steve, who since you last laid eyes on him has apparently shed his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt. He’s tucked himself back into his underwear, as evidenced by the bulge that has already re-formed under the cotton. His eyes are dark, watching you pant on the bed, but he doesn’t make a move.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling your attention back to him. “Since you’ve been so good, following directions so well, why don’t you tell us how you want to finish?”

Your eyes fly back and forth between the two men as you ponder Eddie’s words. Who are you kidding? You already know the answer.

“I want you both,” you breathe out, your voice hoarse from the events of the night. “At the same time.”

The men exchange looks and Eddie’s face lights up.

“I had a feeling that would be the case,” he declares before turning to Steve. “You can have her pussy. I’ve been thinking about fucking her ass ever since her dumb joke earlier.”

You swallow as you let Eddie’s words sink in. Steve lets out a little chuckle in response before pulling his shirt over his head. He sheds his underwear next, leaving him standing there in his naked glory. You cann’t help but ogle him, fuck he’s beautiful.

“Well while you get her prepped, I want to taste her,” Steve announces, sounding much more confident than he was earlier. Your heart almost pops out of your chest at his words. You watch as Steve stalks towards you before climbing onto the bed and laying down with his legs dangling off the edge. He crooks his index finger at you, signaling you to come closer before he pats his chest.

Fuck. He wants you to sit on his face.

You crawl towards him, straddling his sternum. He smiles as he runs his hands up your thighs, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. You can’t help but mirror him. Behind you, you hear Eddie open his bedside table, and you let out a sigh of relief that he’s prepared for this.

Steve grips your thighs, moving you into position above him as you feel the bed dip behind you. You glance over your shoulder to see Eddie settling next to you, now completely naked as well, a bottle of lube in his hands. Before you can react, you feel the unmistakable prodding of Steve’s tongue against your folds. You lean forward and plant your hands against the bed, dropping your hips lower so Steve has better access. His tongue begins to explore your folds, lapping up every drop of your wetness. You’re sensitive from Eddie’s earlier ministrations, and Steve’s tongue is doing wonders for you. You whine and whimper as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with the little bud.

You lose yourself in the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you as he eats you out like a starved man. You’re so distracted you almost miss the swipe of Eddie’s lubed up finger against your asshole. You flinch instinctively, but Eddie shushes you.

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me,” he cooes. You nod, trying to focus on Steve’s tongue once again. As Eddie’s finger works to coat the outside of your puckered hole with the warm liquid, you moan as Steve’s lips wrap around your clit. He sucks hard, earning another whine from you as Eddie gently begins to ease his finger in.

You focus on relaxing into the feeling, knowing that the pleasure is worth the initial discomfort. Eddie continues to work his finger into you as Steve begins to thrust his tongue into your core. You’re starting to get close, but you aren’t sure if you’re allowed to come yet.

“Make sure to stop before she comes,” Eddie reminds Steve, as if he can read your mind. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” Eddie’s favorite thing about edging you is always the way you come around his cock later.

You whine above Steve as he pulls away slightly, opting to place open-mouth kisses along your inner thighs. Eddie begins to add a second finger, the lube allowing him to stretch you pretty easily.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Almost ready for me,” Eddie praises, working his fingers in and out of you with relative ease. The pain has almost subsided completely, and Steve returns his tongue to your folds. You’re almost overwhelmed by the sensation. If this is how good it feels now, you almost can’t wait for what it’ll feel like to have both of them inside you.

Eddie eases his fingers out of you completely before grabbing your hip with his clean hand.

“Go ahead and get into position, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs. You scoot down Steve’s body slightly, moving to straddle his hips. You eye Steve’s glistening chin and you can’t help but lean down and capture his lips in a kiss, loving the taste of yourself on his tongue. As you lick into his mouth, you reach between the two of you, gripping his cock and giving it a quick squeeze. Steve moans into your mouth as you position him at your opening. You rub his tip against your folds, coating him in your slick before sinking down on him in one movement.

You both let out twin groans as you marvel in the feeling of Steve being completely sheathed inside you. You roll your hips once experimentally, keening as his tip rubs against your walls. The bed dips as Eddie kneels behind you, fisting his cock as he lubes it up. He grabs the bottle once more, pouring a few more drops onto your hole before capping it and tossing it aside. His thumb works to coat your entrance once more before he presses the tip of his cock against you. Your head drops to Steve’s shoulder as you let out a deep breath. You wait patiently as Eddie starts to work his cock into you, causing you to clench around Steve.

Eddie is big, definitely bigger than two fingers, so he takes his time, softly rolling his hips as he stretches you out. The feeling is unpleasant at first, but you work to relax yourself, knowing it will be worth it. After a few more moments and a few more thrusts, Eddie’s hips are flush with your ass cheeks. You feel so fucking full.

“God, you feel so good, baby. So good,” Eddie groans out as his hands come to rest on either side of your hips. “You okay?”

“I’m…I’m so good,” you assure, your chest heaving. “But I need you both to start moving.”

And move they do. The two men work with you to establish a rhythm, you work yourself up and down on Steve’s cock while Eddie pumps himself into your ass. You’re practically bursting, your senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of both of them inside you. The room is filled with groans and grunts, each one of you chasing your pleasure. One particular thrust has Steve hitting a spot inside you that makes you cry out, your hands gripping his biceps and no doubt leaving half moons in his skin. Steve’s hands find your breasts, pulling and kneading at the mounds before rolling your nipples between his long fingers. You feel Eddie’s hand come down against your ass cheek with a resounding smack, before he rubs and soothes the skin.

“You look so good like this baby,” Eddie exclaims, giving your ass another smack.

“Fuck, she squeezes me so hard every time you do that,” Steve groans out. Eddie smacks your other ass cheek this time, and Steve grunts below you.

You can feel yourself getting close once again, each thrust of hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you as his thrusts become sloppier.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie calls out as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside you. You can feel each spurt of cum as he rides out his high, his hips ramming against your ass. You whimper as he pulls out, giving your hips a squeeze as he climbs away. Steve’s hands immediately replace Eddie’s as he begins to thrust up harder into you. Tears roll down your face as you feel yourself on the brink of coming.

“Please, I’m so close,” you cry out. Eddie’s hand shoots out of nowhere, two fingers centering in on your clit and giving it a harsh rub.

“Go ahead, baby,” Eddie murmurs into your ear. “Come all over Steve.”

A switch flips inside you and you come hard and loud, your entire body flailing as the waves of pleasure hit you one after another. You feel a gush of liquid below you as your pussy contracts around Steve’s cock. The man lets out a loud, deep groan and he tips over the edge, shooting his cum right up into you. Your hips spasm as you ride out your high, before eventually your arms give out. You collapse against Steve’s chest as you feel him begin to soften inside of you.

The room is filled with heavy panting, all three of you trying in vain to catch your breath. Your sensitive pussy aches, and you ease yourself off of Steve before crumpling onto the bed next to him. Your eyes flutter closed and you focus on slowing down your heart rate.

You almost drift off to sleep before you feel a warm wet cloth between your thighs. You open your eyes to find Eddie wiping away at your mess, and you offer him a sleepy smile as a thank you. Satisfied with his work, Eddie tosses the rag to the floor before climbing back up onto the bed. You feel two hands gently pull you up towards the pillows and before you know it, you’re cuddled between Steve and Eddie, each turning to face you. Steve’s arm snakes around your waist and pulls you against his chest as Eddie reaches up to gently caress your face.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” Eddie praises, his thumb softly tracing your jawline. “You were so good for us.” You hum as you relax against the soft bed, completely content with your current situation.

“Well, I guess we know what we’re doing this weekend,” you announce sleepily, earning a chuckle from both men. Your eyes fall closed once again, and you let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling absolutely blissed out between your two favorite boys.

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington

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evita-shelby · 1 year

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Prove it

Version of my only other Namor x reader one shot with the dialogue in English.(spanish dialogue)

Gif by @unicornspwnall

You weren’t born yesterday.

There was no possible way for this fucking historical hotel was truly haunted.

There was no cool poltergeist, no ghost ladies giggling in the floral room where the hacienda’s owner’s daughter died suddenly in the eighties, and there was no fucking way there were Mayan Warriors with blue skin led by fucking K’uk’ulkan himself to pay homage to the big rock in the garden.

That had to be some idiot they had hired from town.

You bet your shitty paycheck you knew that dumbass in the slutty green shorts.

“How much are the paying you to do this bullshit every December?” you ask as the man stares at you in horror.

“What?” the man asks before cursing you in Yucatec Mayan, an older type with like no Spanish in it whatsoever.

But it’s still the same language, so you insult him back, which makes it worse.

Especially when you slip back into Spanish and he acts like you just spat in his face.

“This is my mother’s sacred grave!” he shouts at you in Spanish, but you don’t buy it. He is too real looking to be a ghost, that vein popping out on his forehead and the way he gets close enough for you to feel the warmth of a human being lecturing you on your rudeness.

“Yes, I know that is the grave of a woman, but I seriously doubt a woman in the 16th century has a , I don’t know, thirty year old son in the year 2020.” You cross your arms and stand your ground.

Would he be offended if you ask him out for drinks at the shitty hotel cantina once you two get over this?

“And if I told you I am over five hundred years old?” he continues with the farce, and you wonder if its worth it to have another wannabe actor fuck buddy here.

“I’d say you look pretty fit for a five-hundred-year-old geezer, but I’d sooner believe that you get five hundred pesos to show up in such little clothing every fucking winter.” You answer with a scoff, five hundred pesos was a shit rate, that was barely fifty dollars. The cute girl from the local University got paid twice that to do her fake shaman tarot reader bullshit every month.

This fucker should ask Rigo the Owner for more.

He laughs, a slightly bitter thing that tells you he is this close to just killing you outright.

He is handsome, you give him that. And well endowed, which is probably why Rigo’s slutty much younger wife chose him.

The feathers and his outfit look legit, too real, especially the fake jade jewelry. You had to hand it to him, the nose plug and the earrings looked pretty fucking good.

“I would kill you, but I wouldn’t dishonor my mother’s grave with the blood of an idiot who can’t see the difference between a human man and the god, K’uk’ulkan!” he exclaims and you think he may be right.

If the Norse had sexy Thor and whatever his goth brother was, if the Americans can defrost Captain America like frozen meat, maybe, just maybe the weirdo standing here was the Serpent God of Mesoamerica.

Could explain why he looked the same in all the photos since cameras were invented.

Could the man you’ve infuriated so much that he stands there breathing hard and clenching his fists to avoid hitting you be the god, K’uk’ulkan?

“If you really are a god… then prove it.” You say goading him into proving he was fraud. If he is a fraud, he will do anything to make you forget it, like kiss you in anger and get the two of you fired for hate fucking where some of the guests can see you.

You hope he is a fraud; it has been so long since you’ve had a good fuck.

He smiles, one that makes you shake in your metaphorical boots, as he took you by the waist and flew with the weird little wings on his ankles.

“Holy fuck.” You utter as he flies you to the beach.

#namor x mexican!reader #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan my beloved #namor x reader

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cumxfairy · 1 year

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Late night fuck with Aki

Synopsis: aki comes home from a long, tiring shift and all he wants to do is use your pussy as a stress reliever

Warnings: lowkey aggressive aki, degradation, bondage (kinda), etc. this is my first smut so feel free to leave tips!

You were awakened by the loud slam of the front door. Ah yes, Aki's home. And it looks like he's in a shitty mood, which was understandable. He did have to stay at the office til' , you squinted your eyes at the digital clock on your bedside table, 1:25 am.

More slammings of cupboards and the fridge door were heard. Aki's probably having a glass of whiskey before coming up here, which gives you time to perfect your fake sleep. He can be a real asshole when he's in a bad mood and you didn't want none of that today.

About thirty minutes later, his slow footsteps grew louder by the second as he climbed the stairs to your shared bedroom. You made sure to keep a neutral sleep face, so that he wouldn't notice. He opened the door and stood there at the doorframe for a while.

Your heart was beating at a rapid pace at that moment. Why the fuck was he just standing there? This feels like a horror movie. You two remained like that for a couple more minutes before he finally started to slowly approach your 'sleeping' figure.

"You asleep, huh?" he said with a slight chuckle and mischief in his tone. With each second he was getting closer, your anxiety was getting worse. Did he see right through your act? Of course he did. Aki was a fucking genius. Every April fool's you'd try to prank him and yet you never succeed. Every year, he was ten steps ahead of you. He always found it humorous but right now he was not having it.

You gasped as you felt the duvet being snatched off your body. "Ah, there she is. My girl. Wide fucking awake." His voice was low and dangerous. You hesitantly raised your head to face him and instantly regretted doing so as you instantly spotted the look of hunger in his eyes.

"Aki, please..." Pathetic. That's how your voice sounded while pleading with your boyfriend, who simply stood there in his suit and slightly disheveled hair. The moonlight from the window shone directly on his face, showing the dirty smirk on his lips.

"You're smart enough to know not to try to decieve me like this. At least I thought you were." He shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, that smirk was now even more frightening. You slowly started to back off until your head met the headboard. Aki gripped your ankles and dragged you to the front of the bed.

"Now (Y/N), don't be a bad girl if you want me to go easy on you." He rasped with his big, veiny, right hand now tightly around your neck while the other one stroked your hard nipples through the fabric of your pink tank top. He could feel his cock grow harder as you released a shaky moan.

"Please Aki..." You begged again, this time with lust instead of fear. He grabbed your hand and lead it toward his abdomen, making you feel his sexy abs. "Please what darling?" He teased.

"Please don't be rough with me.." You pled even though your eyes were clearly telling him to fuck you as hard as he can right now. Aki released a dark chuckle as he undid his tie, wrapping it around his fist.

"That depends, you gonna be a good girl?" He knew exactly the answer to that question. You were always good for him. Wearing what he wanted, getting into his favourite positions, fulfilling his fantasies etc. and yet he always fucked you dumb. Nevertheless, you nodded with your doe eyes.

"Well then princess, you're gonna take that slutty little piece of fabric off and show me those sexy tits." He demanded and you instantly obliged, slipping off the straps of the top and eventually completely removing it. He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at your exposed breasts. You were now only in your panties.

He grabbed your hand and stuck your middle and index fingers into his mouth, maintaining heavy eye contact with you while doing so. "Now touch yourself the way I like it."

You watched him pull a chair in front of the bed and plopp himself on it, spreading his legs wide apart. Those wet fingers of yours first started at your breasts, where you first teased yourself by circling them. The moan that escaped your lips after your fingers grazed your nipple, made Aki's cock twitch in his pants.

"Can I touch my pussy sir?" You asked his permission and he silently nodded with a stern look in his gorgeous eyes. Your fingers slowly made their way towards your lower region, where you felt your thick, creamy arousal pile up. You were about to shove your hand into your panties when Aki's look became that of warning and you immediately pulled it out.

"Move them to the side like I always do." The authority in his voice was only turning you more on. You did as he said and pulled the panties to the side, feeling the cool air in the room hit your swollen clit.

"Mhm, now play with it. No fingering though." You nodded eagerly and instantly got to it, gently rubbing the sensitive bud and quietly whimpering while doing so. At first you slowly rubbed it in a circular motion, exactly like Aki always did. You picked up the pace as you felt your orgasm nearing and your walls become more sensitive.

"Oh Aki..." He palmed his hardened cock as he watched you play with your pussy and listened to your dirty moans. This was his favourite part of fucking you. Watching his girlfriend act like a total pornstar in front of him. He snapped back to reality as you released a loud, high pitched screech of pleasure, indicating that you've reached your high.

"Did I say you could cum?" Upon seeing the terrifying look of pure disapproval on his face, you felt your heart drop. How could you be so stupid? You forgot to ask for permission, knowing that it's the most important step when having sex with Aki.

"I'm sorry sir! Please forgive me-" With a simple raise of his hand, he was able to silence you. Your heart rate increased as he slowly got up and started walking towards you.

"You really think you can disobey me huh?" He undid his ponytail, letting his long, luscious hair flow, only adding to his Godlike appearance. You shook your head quickly and tried to defend yourself.

"Aki, I swear I didn't-"

"Shut your fucking mouth you stupid slut. I'm gonna remind you of your place." He harshly grabbed your jaw, staring deeply into your eyes, colored with fright.

"Open your mouth." You weren't able to move due to the shock, which made Aki tighten his grip on your jaw. You felt like it was gonna break. "I said open your fucking mouth, before I rip it open."

You slowly cooperated and opened it. He smirked and spit in your mouth. "Swallow." You did. "Good. Maybe there's still hope for you."

He then proceeded to turn you around with enough force to almost dislocate your shoulder. Your ass was facing him and your face was pushed against the mattress.

"By the time I'm done with you (Y/N)..." He unraveled the tie from his fist and used it to tie your wrists together. You just knew that the tightness of it would leave a very obvious mark. You let out a yelp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, reaching to whisper in your ear.

"You won't be a filthy little harlot anymore." The sound of his zipper being pulled down made you shiver. It was happening. Aki was about to mercilessly destroy your insides and you couldn't do anything about it.

He placed the tip of his hard dick in at the entrance of your soaked vagina, his grip on your hair remaining firm. You slightly moved your hips to make him enter you a bit. He released a dry laugh at your action.

"You want it bad don't you bitch?" He delivered a harsh smack to your ass before finally slamming himself into you. You felt your entire lower body shudder at this. His pace was inhumane and he had absolutely zero consideration for you as he used your pussy like a disposable sex toy.

"Don't you. ever- FUCK. try. to disrespect me. ever agai- AH. you. sad. pathetic. whore." He let out in between strokes. Your pussy only clenched harder at his words, that were so mean right now, they made you question his love for you.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." He released your hair, undid the tie and flipped you over quickly switching the position to withhold both your and his orgasms. He gave you a quick, harsh slap on your cheek before reaching for your tits and ramming his huge cock inside you again.

"Aki...AKIII!" The neighbors will not be pleased by this but at this moment all you cared about was your boyfriend cumming inside you. You screeched when his fingers pinched your nipples. He slapped you again before increasing his speed again.

"AKIIIIIII!!!" Your orgasm neared as he relentlessly fucked you with no hesitation. At this rate, you won't be able to attend uni tomorrow. "FUCK! IM SO CLOSE SIR PLEASE!"

"SHIT!" You were almost there just one. more. stroke-

Before you were able to reach your climax, your boyfriend slowed down making you scream in frustration. "You gotta beg for it princess." He chuckled eve though it was evident, how bad he wanted to cum.

"Please sir, please let me be your cum dumpster!" The tears prickled your eyes as you begged with a whiney voice.

"That's my good girl." He picked up the pace again, this time keeping it until you both reach your high. "AHHHHH.."

"Fucking hell!" A warm feeling came over you as you were being filled with his seed. After a couple more strokes, Aki pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. The two of you laid there for about five minutes before you finally spoke up.

"Hey Aki?" You turned to face your boyfriend.

"Hm." His gaze fixated on the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

"You love me, right?" He slightly moved his eyes to look at you and chuckled.

"Because I fuck you like a slut, you think I don't love you anymore?" You remained silent with an unsure look in your eyes. Aki grabbed you by the waist and gently pulled you towards his body, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, where he had earlier slapped you.

"You'll always be my princess (Y/N). I love you to the moon and back."

#anime #anime smut #smut anime #jjk smut #csm asa mitaka #anime moodboard #csm makima #aki chainsaw man #aki hayawaka #aot smut #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyojin mikasa

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100% Mike and Steve dress up as Anakin and Obi wan (AOTC or ROTS-era) for Halloween one year. Mike’s getting over a break up or his parents are finally divorcing and despite being thirty (assuming this isn’t a modern AU) he’s not taking it well.

Mike: *whining* C’mon! You *owe* me.

Steve : For fucking WHAT?

Mike: I dunno - there’s gotta be something from over the years.

Steve: *sighs* Mike - you remember that conversation we had back you were fourteen, and I told you you were too old to get your own way by pouting at me.

Mike: *grinning* I called you a bitch.

Steve *proud and trying not to show it* Yes. Yes, you did. Point being, THAT WAS 14 YEARS AGO! You haven’t turned a corner and suddenly gotten cute and helpless enough for it to work!

Mike: Helpless-?

Steve: No distracting me - the point is, it is not happening - end of discussion!

*Smash cut to Steve and Mike in full costume in the middle of a party, Steve holding a red solo cup because time is a flat circle*

Steve: -wish I could cut off your arms and legs for real.

Mike: That’s dark sided - you’re supposed to be Obi-wan!

Steve: …doesn’t mean I can order you to taste care of stuff that I don’t want to do?

Mike *realising he’s played himself*:…no…

(Steve, through the party’s badgering/them leaving their shit lying around at his place, has a full, fairly high quality Jedi cosplay, which quickly becomes his low/no-effort costume for all his fancy dress needs.

He has dressed up as Slave!Leia at least once. He uses the excuse it was part of a pair costume with Robin who was going as Luke from RotJ (an outfit thrown together at the last minute after they realised she had kinda the same haircut as Mark Hamil), but it was 100% psychological warfare against at least Mike. Dustin spends the rest of the night encouraging him to cover up,. Both because he’s concerned that he’s cold and some of the looks Steve is getting is making him uncomfortable, Erica is deeply unimpressed (she’s managed to find a Zoot suit that fits and wanted him and Robin to join her to make up a band prohibition era Jazz musicians and/or bootleggers). Will, while knowing he wasn’t the intended target, nonetheless takes psychic damage and takes that personally.)

Dustin is so offended because HEY! Steve is HIS Obi Wan Mike! Get your own!!

Steve: Dustin. Mike asked first. But if you want you can be Artoo?

Dustin: WHAT?!

Steve: yeah like that you've got it! Let Mike have this win he's going through a hard time with his parents divorce

Dustin: everyone saw that was going to happen for at least fifteen years. This is bullshit.

I think it'd be funny if Steve consistently won the costume contest at the bar they chose to go to with various star wars outfits. Clone war era Obi Wan is a classic no brainer because he already has a cloak and the natural slutty swagger and exhaustion from being in charge of hellions not dying, but he's also done Hutt slayer Leia (though maybe he had an over costume of bounty hunter Leia? For a dramatic reveal and max psychic damage. Robin agrees to be post Carbonite freeze helpless Han [low effort]), xwing pilot luke, cloud city Lando, (shirtless) Darth maul (so much effort. So much body paint. Robin uses his Obi Wan outfit to be Quigon), and "got the shit beat out of him Obi Wan" (he fell in the dirt and got muddy so Incorporated it into the costume that year). Maybe one year he does prohibition era mobsters with scoops troop, because stobin being Erica's enforcers is so good.

Wait. Steve becoming a sort of well known through word of mouth star wars cosplayer would be so funny. Like he chooses costumes that are low effort for him because he already has the pieces or to cause the most groaning and whining from his friends, but he also cares about what he looks like so he makes sure it always looks good and cool, and maybe Dustin convinced him to use his Obi Wan outfit (or, if it's before TPM maybe xwing Luke?) to dress up with him at to the local con, and he gets quite a few compliments, so he starts recycling Halloween costumes to go in, and he thinks it's fun to stay in character a little. Which is how he gets into higher effort, lower recognizable characters. Maybe when he has kids he dresses up a c3p0 and the kids as Ewoks ;-; family cosplay.

Mike is kind of shocked about what he started lmao. Also miffed that more often than not Robin is part of the duo (and not him)

#steve Harrington #steve and mike #stranger things #findaanswers #anonasaurus

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harleybeaumont · 11 months

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Never Have I Ever

Chapter 14 - The Beaumont Bash - Part 1

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC

Chapter Synopsis- Feelings get more complicated when the court arrives for the Beaumont bash.

Chapter Warnings- language, sensuality

Rating - Mature

Word Count- 2,010

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Chapter 14 - The Beaumont Bash - Part 1

The next morning Riley entered the kitchen for breakfast, and Bertrand followed a moment later. He smiled and acknowledged her politely, as if he hadn’t slept in her bed last night. “Good morning, Lady Riley.”

She grinned, “Morning Bert.”

The two locked eyes for a moment, exchanging private smiles.

“Uh, good morning Maxwell!” Max said in amusement, from his spot at the kitchen table where he was having a blackberry scone and tea. “Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much last night.”

“Yes, yes, good morning Maxwell.” Bertrand said, busying himself at the stove with a cup of tea. “I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble last night.”

Riley sat down beside Max with a grin. “Good morning, sunshine! Sooo, tell me how your date went,” Riley said, taking a bite of his scone.

Max smiled conspiratorially, “Let’s just say the Amazing Armando is indeed amazing. I swear I can barely walk today!”

“Ha!” Riley chuckled, “Same.”

She froze once she realized what she just implied. Bertrand still had no idea that she had told Maxwell about their arrangement, and Max had no idea that they had sex. Her eyes widened and she quickly glanced behind her at Bertrand, who had turned away, a telltale blush creeping up his neck. “I mean.. Because I was working so hard yesterday preparing for the court’s arrival! And my.. legs are tired.”

Maxwell’s jaw hung open and he looked between the two of them, though neither would meet his eyes. He kicked Riley’s leg under the table, and mouthed, “What the hell!? Details!”

Riley shook her head and checked behind her for Bertrand, but he had disappeared. “You seriously want details about what me and your brother did last night?” She whispered.

“Uh, if it involves Bertrand no longer being a thirty year old virgin, then yes I want details!”

Riley looked down, trying not to grin. “A lady shouldn’t talk about such things.”

Maxwell smiled delightedly, “You screwed him, didn’t you? Oh, you slutty queen!”

RIley laughed, “I should be calling you that! Spending the night with the Amazing Armand after one date!”

“Uh, it’s Armand-o!,” Max corrected her. “Can’t forget the ‘o’ because he sure as hell didn’t.” Maxwell sighed as he reminisced. “Several ‘o’s’ in fact..”

“Maxwell!” Riley chuckled. “Damn, you did have fun last night!”

“Sounds like you did too.” Max smirked, “And I’ll gladly share my title of slutty queen with you.”

The two friends laughed together and Maxwell sipped his tea thoughtfully. “You know, I called it from the beginning.”

“Called what?”

His mouth rose into a smirk, “You guys are totally in love now.”

“What?! You’re crazy!”

Max ignored her, shimmying in his seat excitedly. “I always wanted a sister!”

“Max! It’s not like that!”

Just then a maid entered the room and the conversation abruptly ended, much to Riley’s relief.

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Bertand couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. The court would begin arriving in a couple hours and normally he would be a nervous wreck, but not today. Today everything seemed right with the world. Nothing could bring him down.

His phone chimed with a text and he smiled even brighter when he saw who it was from- Riley. She had sent him a picture of herself in the dress she was planning to wear that day. God, she looks gorgeous. Of course he couldn’t tell her those exact words, it wouldn’t be appropriate. So he responded, “That dress is quite acceptable for the court’s arrival.”

She sent back a kissing smiley face with a heart, and butterflies fluttered in his chest.

Bertrand sat his phone back on the counter and grinned at himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair. I look pretty darn good today. Just then his phone chimed again and he quickly snatched it back up, excited to see what Riley was sending him now.

His heart dropped as he read it. “I can’t wait to see you today!” From Savannah.

Savannah. He had utterly and completely forgotten about her existence. Now she’s coming here and she’s excited to see me. He sighed and sat the phone back on the counter, and his stomach twisted with guilt.

The past few weeks he had been living in a fantasy world, but now it was time to wake up. The coronation was happening very soon and there was a chance that Riley would be chosen. In fact, the press was naming Riley, Olivia, and Madeleine as the ‘frontrunners’ for queen. Whatever Liam and Drake had between them clearly wasn’t anything more than physical.. and maybe he had read too much into the whole thing in the first place. It's not like he actually saw anything happen between them.

He should be happy. After all, Riley becoming queen was the plan from the beginning.

With a heavy sigh, Bertrand buttoned up his suit jacket and made his way downstairs, ready to play the perfect, proper Duke of Ramsford.

Just the way he was expected to.

The way it would be for the rest of his life.

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Riley, Bertrand, and Maxwell greeted their noble guests as they arrived in the grand dining room for dinner. Riley mingled politely with the other ladies of court while they gossiped and chatted about Liam and the Beaumont bash which was taking place after dinner that night.

Liam made his way over to the group and held his hand out to Riley. “If you ladies will excuse us, I would like a word with our hostess for the evening.”

Riley followed Liam to a private corner of the room where they sat together. “It’s lovely to see you again, Lady Riley,” Liam smiled that charming prince smile and she couldn’t help but return it.

“You too, Your Highness.”

“I thought I told you to call me Liam,” he grinned cheekily.

“I thought I told you to call me Riley,” she quipped back and Liam chuckled.

“The estate is lovely. Bertrand told me that you had a hand in choosing some of the decor?”

“Oh, yes! Can you actually believe he gave up some control and let me and Max help?”

Liam chuckled, “Not really. The duke has always been a control freak.. Likes things to be just so. Which is why I find myself feeling a bit sorry for you.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Being under constant scrutiny by Bertrand Beaumont must be exhausting.”

Riley watched Bertrand across the room, engaging their guests with a perfect air of confidence and propriety, and she couldn't help but smile fondly. “Nah. He’s cool.”

“Cool?!” Liam laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe Bertrand as ‘cool’, but I suppose you’ve gotten to know him better than most these past few months.”

Riley felt her cheeks heat up. She certainly had.

Just then, Savannah made her way over to Bertrand, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Riley watched with rapt attention, trying to decipher what they were saying. Bertrand looked down shyly, while a faint blush colored his cheeks, and Riley felt her stomach drop. They were flirting.. And Savannah made him blush.

Of course he’s flirting with her. He likes her.

Liam cleared his throat, “Riley? Earth to Riley? Did you hear anything I said?”

Riley shook off her stupor, and turned to Liam ruefully. “I’m so sorry, Liam. I was just.. Distracted for a moment. I suppose I’m a bit tired.”

Liam smiled, “Well, perhaps dinner will help you get reenergized.”

“I’m sure it will.” Riley tried to smile, but her attention once again returned to Savannah and Bertrand while they laughed together.

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Riley found herself seated at the head table during dinner, Liam, Regina, and Constantine on her left, Bertrand and Maxwell on her right.

She smiled amiably, practiced impeccable table manners, engaged in polite conversation with the royal family, and by all means, was the perfect lady. But everything about the evening felt forced on her part. At one point, she crossed her legs and accidentally brushed her foot against Bertrand, who immediately blushed and jerked away.

So of course she had to do it again, intentionally.

Riley slipped her shoe off and casually stretched out her leg, sliding it along Bertrand’s ankle. He sucked in a breath and sputtered and coughed, face growing red.

“Dear boy, are you alright?” Constantine asked in concern.

Bertrand cleared his throat and plastered on a smile. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I’m alright now.” He glanced at Riley briefly and blushed all over again.

Riley smiled, wondering how far he would let this go. She slid her foot up Bertrand’s pant leg slightly, rubbing up and down his calf. His face was flushed, and his breathing was becoming labored, but the royal family were talking amongst themselves and paying them no mind.

Savannah who, she thought to herself with a smile.

She casually reached over to Bertrand’s lap and caressed his upper thigh with her fingertips. He shivered, but still didn't stop her.

Ya, he likes it.

Riley dropped her napkin on the floor and as she leaned under the table to pick it up, grazed her hand across the front of Bertrand’s crotch.

“Riley!” Bertrand gasped, and everyone at their table turned to look at him. “I, er.. “

Riley quickly sat up and formulated a lie. “Bertrand was just reminding me to take my.." The only thing that came to mind was the medication her mother took any time she ate dairy. “..lactase supplement.”

Liam turned to her in surprise, “I didn’t know you were lactose intolerant, Lady Riley.”

“Oh ya, I totally bloat up like a pufferfish if I forget my pill.” She tried not to visibly cringe at how unladylike she just sounded.

“It’s true,” Maxwell added, “Digestive health is no joke.”

Now she was beginning to sweat while the royal family gawked at her. Riley cut her eyes over and Bertrand was pinching the bridge of his nose, while Max held his hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he attempted to contain his laughter.

Regina cleared her throat. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to have digestive issues and miss your first Beaumont bash. Of course you should take your medication.”

They looked at her expectantly and Riley nodded. “Oh.. yes of course.” She dug around in her purse, pretending to remove a pill, before “swallowing” it.

Thankfully dessert was served, interrupting the awkward hell that this dinner had become. Riley supposed she deserved it after torturing Bertrand like that.

Regina leaned forward to speak to Riley directly. “If you will indulge me, I have a bit of a personal question for you, Lady Riley.”

Riley plastered on a polite smile. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Regina’s face grew serious. “I know this isn’t the life you grew up in, and the past few months have been a big change for you. So, I have to ask.. if you are chosen as Liam’s bride, do you feel you would want to continue this life on a daily basis? And would you be ready, not only to marry, but also to be queen?”

Riley froze, as all eyes fell on her. She immediately looked from Bertrand, to Liam, then back to Bertrand. “I..”

Bertrand interrupted, “Of course she would be ready!”

Regina chuckled, “I know you’re invested as her sponsor, but there’s no need to answer for her, Duke Bertrnd.”

Riley’s heart crashed to the floor. Even after everything, he still wants me to marry Liam. She forced a smile. “No, Bertrand’s right.. Of course I would.”

Constantine clapped his hands together with a grin. “Well, that satisfies me. Unless my lovely wife has any more forthright questions for our son’s suitor?”

Regina swatted his arm playfully. “Oh, darling, you know I’m just concerned for Liam’s future.”

Bertrand tapped his glass, and stood to address the entire room. “Now that the dessert has been served, the grand hall is open. Please join us there for after dinner festivities as we celebrate the end of the social season with the annual Beaumont bash!”

While everyone excitedly exited the dining room, Riley made her way to the nearest bathroom, trying and failing to keep her tears at bay.

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hiii i just breezed through that slutty drarry reclist wheww you’re doing god’s work what a wonderful list!!!! i see you’re getting a lot of asks lately so feel free to answer this (or not!!) whenever you feel like it, but i was wondering if you knew of any fics where harry gives up his slutty lifestyle for draco, sort of like “harry potter gives a shit” by talithan. i would prefer if it was harry but the vice versa is also fine! we’re so lucky to have you in this fandom and i feel grateful every time i see your posts on my dash, thank you so much for everything!!! <3

Hello my friend! Love that for us, I’ve had lots of fun putting that slutty reclist together and am always happy to find taste twins when it comes to smut 😏 personally I’ve been more into open relationships lately but you might enjoy these fics where either Harry or Draco have casual sex before getting together:

Harry:

Amber by @slytherco (E, 4.7k)

Despite his numerous flings, Harry's thoughts keep circling back to Draco, only half-aware of his perpetual draw where they're not strangers, not-quite friends, but definitely something. When they both get played by the same person, Harry and Draco find a way to get back at him, and maybe get something extra out of it as a result.

100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (E, 14k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

Terrible People by wolfpants (E, 53k)

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right? Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

Draco:

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Death Dreams by @writcraft (E, 9.5k)

Draco likes to keep things casual, or at least he did before Harry Potter barged back into his life.

Keep your hands on me by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 21k)

Malfoy binds himself with a sex curse. Harry cannot get enough (but would much prefer to keep Malfoy for himself).

The Things We Need by @Kbrick (E, 25k) - established Drarry, polyamory

Three hundred and fifty-three days out of the year, Harry is in a monogamous, fufilling relationship with Draco Malfoy. Then there are the other twelve days.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #casual sex

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 6

"Not nearly sexy enough. Are you serious, Ava?" Lana scolds me via Facetime.

"Are you serious? This is the tightest top I own!" I shimmy in front of the phone, trying to showcase just how skintight this red top really was.

"You know what I want you to wear. And it's definitely not a top and jeans." She says that last part like I suggested wearing a football jersey and Crocs.

"Lana, that dress is from the Chasing Trains wrap party. You know, when we were all sweating our asses off in Nevada? The lack of fabric was a necessity. Here it will just look...slutty."

"What's wrong with that?" I hear Mia shout in the background.

"Mia! You're supposed to be on my side." I whine.

"I'm on whatever side gets you some action, baby." Mia appears behind Lana and gives a wink to the phone.

"Shut up. You two are going to make me sweat."

"In that case, you better wear the Chasing Trains dress."

Lana had me there.

Thirty minutes later, I had applied lipstick, smoothed my hair, and reluctantly put on the dress. We decided that with a jacket, the dress wasn't as slutty as it was at the wrap party. Which disappointed the girls, but pleased me.

Javi had texted me the name of the restaurant. A perk of working somewhere that a call sheet exists: we didn't have to do an awkward phone number exchange. He had also insisted, back when we were by his trailer, that he pick me up. I told him the restaurant was way closer to his hotel than it was to my apartment, so it just made sense for me to meet him there. He looked like he wanted to argue, but I had the sense that he didn't want to say anything that would make me back out.

As my taxi rounds the next street corner, I can tell I'm almost there. My hands start to shake. I'm starting to wish that I'd thought this through more. I didn't ask anyone on set if that would be inappropriate, because frankly, I wasn't even sure this was a date. Despite Lana's enthusiasm, Javi hadn't called it a date. For all I know, I could show up and four other cast members could be there. He could have felt bad for me, or simply wanted to grow his acquaintances in L.A. I try to push down that idea.

When the taxi stops outside of The Little Door, I know it's time to put up or shut up. I pay the fare, and ignore my shaking hands as I open the door. Stepping out into the night air, I'm surprised by the archway of the restaurant. It looks like bamboo, and I have a small moment of panic that I'm overdressed. That is, until I spot Javi leaning next to the doors, wearing dress pants and a crisp white button down. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing part of his toned forearms. That is not helping my shaky hands.

"Wow," he says gesturing to my outfit, "I mean, I'm a fan of the t-shirts. But this is nice too."

I feel my face flush. He's right in front of me now, and even my heels, I'm not in his direct eye-line. That should ease some of my nerves. The full intensity of his gaze is always too much for me.

"Didn't know that PAs owned heels, huh?" My voice is surprisingly calm.

He smirks.

"Shall we?" Javi holds out his hand, and I take it gingerly. His hands are warm and dry. They send a calming sensation to my shaking hands all the way to my irregular heart.

He leads me through the arches into the most romantic restaurant I've ever seen. I've heard people mention The Little Door, but I've never been able to see it for myself. With the string lights and the rounded door frames, it was beautiful.

"Mr. Gutierrez, Miss Cohen," a short brunette greets us warmly, "right this way."

The hostess already knows who we are?

She leads us out back to the patio that holds even more charm with dangling plants and candlelight tables. Javi holds out my chair for me, which takes me by surprise. At twenty-six years old, this is a first.

It takes me a minute to adjust when he sits across from me. His brown eyes glow even warmer in the candlelight, and he looks, well, straight out of a romantic movie. It occurs to me then, how many people around us might recognize him from one of his movies. I glance around at the crowded patio.

"Aren't you worried about people recognizing you?" I ask.

Javi mimics me glancing around.

"No. You didn't recognize me." He reminds me.

"There was a lot happening at the time, okay?"

He looks amused.

"I guess what I mean to say is, aren't you worried if they see you out with someone? Doesn't that matter for... PR purposes?" I take a long swig of my water.

He mulls this over, rubbing a finger across his bottom lip.

"I hadn't thought about it. Though I don't see how they could spin this in a negative light. Man and woman enjoy a dinner together? Seems like a boring headline."

I stare a little too long at his finger on his mouth. "Boring indeed."

The waiter comes over and Javi orders a bottle of red wine for the table. When he reappears and pours some out in our glasses, it's the best wine I've had in years. If ever.

"If you think that's good, just wait until we get to Italy," Javi says.

"Ugh. Don't remind me."

He cocks a brow, "Not much of a traveler?"

"Not much of a plane rider. I hate flying."

"Ahh. But you made it here, didn't you?"

"How do you know I'm not from LA?"

He shrugs, "It's a gift. I can always tell. I'm going to guess..." he leans back in his chair, eyeing me up and down, "Pennsylvania?"

"Close, kind of. Connecticut."

"That's a long plane ride."

"It was worth it." I take another sip of my wine.

"So you flew from Connecticut to get into the film industry. You didn't want to start in New York?"

I let out a short, humorless laugh. "No, I did. I actually moved there after college but I had... a falling out with my roommate. Suddenly the plane ride seemed less dangerous than staying home."

That familiar, concern-filled furrowed brow is back.

"A falling out?" He echos.

I nod, and the waiter is back to get our order. I hadn't had a chance to look at the menu, so I order the first thing I see, grilled halibut. Javi gets a steak. Then he's back on the question track.

"What kind of a falling out makes someone pack up and move 3,000 miles west?" He doesn't sound like he's prying, rather that he is genuinely mystified.

I'm not taking the bait, so I nearly shrug and attempt to change the subject.

"Have you ever been to New York?"

"Yes, I live there now actually."

"Mm. And the rats aren't enough for you to understand my move?"

He smiles, "Not quite."

"So," he continues, "A woman like yourself was naturally free on a Friday night. Is your boyfriend out of town or something?"

I laugh, "I didn't even know it was Friday. And is that your way of asking if I'm single?" My boldness surprises me less when I notice I've finished almost a full glass of wine.

He actually blushes . "Yes." God he is cute. And sexy. And I really should drink more water.

"No boyfriend. What about you? Any significant others I should know about?"

"None."

"So you just go around collecting production assistants?"

I meant it as a joke, but I can see that it bothered him.

"I'm sorry. I was kidding."

Of course our food comes now, at the worst time. It does look incredible, I can't lie. I should have looked at the prices beforehand, and I'm mentally doing the math on how much my half will be. We eat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the delicious meal. One of the more proper meals I've had in the past few months.

"Ava," Javi starts, his voice low, "I want you to know... I don't do this. But I want to get to know you. And I know you have aspirations, and I don't want to hold you back from that. So if this is too much or if you feel any obligation..."

I feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"I don't feel obligated," I pause, swirling my wine in my glass, "My only worry is... My career is important to me. I don't want anyone thinking someday that I got into a film job by sleeping around," his face looks even more worried, "but I want to get to know you too. I didn't realize how much until I saw you and Emma today. I figure the rest we can figure out as we go."

Javi nods, a slow smile creeping onto his face. "Alright then," he holds up his glass and I do the same. He cheers the two glasses together and gives me a wink.

Before I know it the bill is on the table, and the two of us have finished off a half of the bottle of wine. I whip my card down immediately.

He laughs, "Absolutely not."

"I'm not a charity case," I challenge, "I don't want you to think I'm after your money."

"No, you're not a charity case," he puts his card down and tosses mine to the other side of the table, "but you are my date. I wouldn't want you to think I wasn't a gentleman."

"Who said I wanted a gentleman?" My cheeks burn as I say it, but I don't look away from him.

He smirks, "We'll see."

What does that mean? He walks me out with his hand placed gingerly on my lower back.

"I'm going to drive you home," He says matter of factly.

I scoff, "I'm on the opposite side of town."

"I'm not letting you take a cab, alone, in a dress like that." He sounds serious now.

"I already did."

"Don't remind me," he mutters.

A black Mercedes pulls up, and a valet jogs over to us.

"Mr. Gutierrez," he says, shaking his hand. Javi gives him a tip and smiles warmly at him. "Thank you, sir."

He walks me to the door, helping me climb into the passenger side. Another first. My arm tingles as he lets go, jogging around to the driver's seat. I roll down my window and let the breeze cool down my skin as we drive. I sneak glances over my shoulder at him. His face is concentrated, his right arm deliciously stiffened as he grips the steering wheel. My eyes follow the pathway of his arm up his neck to his face. I'd never been with a man with facial hair, and it framed him so well. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel the stubble on my–

"What are you staring at?" Javi says in a low voice. He glances over at me and I just look at him.

"What are you thinking about?" His tone is playful.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was wondering how long someone like you could have been single."

I just smile and shake my head, "A long time, actually."

"How long?"

"Since I moved here. So...four years."

"Making you, what, twenty-six? Twenty-seven?"

I give him a quizzical look.

"What? You never answered me the other day. Again, I can't look you up."

I laugh lightly, "Twenty-six."

"Hmm. Four years. That's a while to be single."

"Are you judging me, Mr. Gutierrez?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Of course not. I've been single for a while myself. But you left him behind in Connecticut, I'm guessing."

"New York," I hesitate, "He was the roommate I was supposed to live with."

Javi looks over like he's checking on me; gauging to see how hurtful that sentence still is. I must have said it confidently enough for him to continue his line of questioning.

"You two didn't live well together?" he guesses.

"No, we actually did," I let out a bitter laugh, "it just gets kind of hard to live with someone once they cheat on you."

Javi's mouth parts, and he's looking at me in surprise. I don't give him a chance to reply.

"Oh, my apartment is just up here. You can drop me off anywhere." Truthfully I'm thankful that I'm almost out of the car, or at least almost out of this conversation.

"I'm walking you to the door," he says, pulling into one of the street spots. He jogs around to get my door for me and helps me out just as gently as he helped me in. He keeps his hand intertwined with mine and I direct him to my door. We walk up the steps and he stops in front of the entrance.

"I had a good time tonight," I smile, knowing it's a cliche line. But it was the truth. It was the best date I'd had in a long, long time.

He returns my smile, "So did I," he pauses for a moment, "Can I ask you one more question?" His smile falters a little.

"Of course."

"What happened, Ava?" He asks gingerly, brows knitted together as usual, "What was his name?" he is sweeping back a few straw strands of hair in front of my face, and my breathing hitches.

"Well, that's two questions," I joke, but Javi doesn't break. He just waits for me to continue. "John," I sigh, "His name was John. And her name was Chloe...she was my best friend," the words tumble out easier than I expect. For the first time, I'm not embarrassed telling this story. "I met both of them my freshman year of college. They always got along so well, and I think everyone hopes for that," I give another humorless laugh, "I thought I was lucky."

Javi tucks one of the strands behind my ear. His deep brown eyes are darting between both of mine, like he's trying to discern something.

"He was the lucky one. Jesus, what a waste." Javi's hand untangles itself from mine before he moves it to my back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles. At least, I think they're meant to be comforting. But I'm finding them rather distracting.

"Javi..." I whisper.

"Mmm?" He replies, bending his forehead down to rest against mine.

"Yesterday, when we were blocking that scene...Can you show me what you would do if we hadn't just been blocking?" My lip shakes. I don't know if this is too much for him. I know he said he wanted to get to know me, but we never discussed exactly what that meant. But he had called this a date, hadn't he?

His expression goes dark. He brings his other large hand to cup the side of my face, and takes his time looking between both of my eyes before his gaze travels to my lips. Then the same hand on my cheek guides me to his mouth.

He starts slow and tentative, testing the feel of my lips on his. I can feel the tickles of his mustache on my upper lip and it makes me want to press my lips more firmly on his. So I do. I wrap my hands around his neck just like I had the day before, only this time it's to balance myself as I lean in for more.

Javi responds instantly, becoming firmer in his movements as well. The hand on my back travels a little lower, pulling me in harder against his chest. The motion brings in another waft of his incredible scent. I want to bottle up his musk and inhale it all day long.

He pulls back just enough for us each to get some air.

"When was the last time you were kissed like this?" He breathes against my lips.

"Never," I confess, inhaling sharply, "I've never been kissed like this."

It was the truth. I've never felt the way I do now. Like I'll collapse if I can't continue what we're doing. I hadn't had that with John even when we were doing our best. Our kisses had always been pleasant, and maybe a little exciting at times. But this? This was the kind of kiss that led to more. Not because it was expected, but because the kiss was so indulgent that no amount could truly satiate you. You had to continue. You had to have more.

This confession seemed to satisfy Javi. He let out a low chuckle before backing me up against the brick wall under the archway of my building. He grabbed my hands from around his neck, just like he had yesterday. He slowly pinned them above my head.

"You're the director here. Any notes on this scene? Is this meeting your standards?" He dips his head into the crook of my neck, licking a short stripe up to my ear. I gasp.

"You made changes. You put your leg in between hers. You didn't do that with me."

"We had the crew watching us, Ava," he whispers in my ear, "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to think of those people seeing you in that vulnerable position?"

I squirm at his words. My arms strain against his vice grip, my only defense is my back arching off the wall to meet him.

"Ah, that's right. That was your own twist on the scene. Did you want me then? Did you feel what I felt?" He continues his heavenly open-mouthed kisses on my neck.

"You backed away from me then." I counter, my head spinning. He pulls back, making sure he can look me in the eye as he answers.

"I didn't want anyone else to see you like that. And it was all I could do to keep from coming undone."

At that, I lift my face up, trying as hard as I can to get to his lips. He smirks at me.

"You didn't answer my question," he leans down further, "Did you want me then, Ava?" His free hand travels to my backside, squeezing me hard.

"Yes," I whine, barely recognizing my own voice.

With that, he takes my mouth with his. He sighs into me as he parts his lips with my tongue. We continue teasing and pulling each other for an immeasurable amount of time before he pulls back, letting my hands break free of his grip above my head. We both catch our breath for a few moments.

"I'm going to New York this weekend, otherwise I would want to see you again."

My head is still a pile of mush. "I'll...see you at work, then." I feel disappointed at the realization that he isn't inviting himself inside.

He pulls me in, kissing my forehead. "I'll see you soon."

I watch Javi until he gets back into his car and I see his headlights fade in the distance. I lean back against the cool brick, trying to gather my thoughts. I don't even think I can walk straight. All I know is that for the first time in years, I can hardly wait to get back to work.

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