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rafesaddiction · 6 months

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It's still not cheating when he's your enemy – Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Part 2)

see here for part 1 and here for part 2.5

Summary: You just want to make a living, but Rafe Cameron keeps showing up and disturbing you while you're working. He's so damn annoying – and hot.

Concept: enemies, Who did this to you?

Warnings: mdni! – smut, rough sex, p in v, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), aggression, violence, manhandling, choking, cursing, name calling (reader is called a whore), mentions of assault (not by rafe), mean!rafe, also dark!rafe and protective!rafe

Word count: 4.7k

tagging those who asked for a part 2 @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @niyahwhoreworld @luvagirlsworld @elizzzzz143 @ghostlycrystobalove @fabienne6656 @noodle81937 @sadexact @marauderssmut @daydreamerblues I hope you'll enjoy this.

“I knew that ass looked familiar!”

You frowned as you heard that dark voice behind you, but you didn't turn around. You pretended not to have heard anything and went on scrubbing the wall with the sponge. You were kinda good at that – not at the scrubbing, but at ignoring catcalls. You had suffered like a lot in the last 30 minutes or so alone. At least half of the dozen cars that had passed behind you on the street had honked at you while you had been trying to clean some graffiti off the supposedly historical wall of this supposedly historical building. They wouldn't let you use any hard chemicals (not that you could've afforded them) to get rid off the paint because they would destroy the precious stone, or whatever. So cleaning the wall took ages. Sadly you were not paid by the hour, but by results alone. The graffiti was actually some insulting – and very true – statement about kooks. You thought that the handwriting looked somewhat familiar. And you almost suspected your boyfriend’s best friend to be the unknown author. You could almost hear him say that he did this on purpose just to create jobs, which was absolutely stupid, and therefore could've been true.

“Hey!” that voice again, and you rolled your eyes, unseen by the one addressing you. You still didn’t turn around to the car that was driving by slowly. And now it seemed to have stopped. You heard a car door open, but you ignored that too as you bent down to soak the sponge in the bucket of water, which was almost black by now from the paint and the dirt from the wall.

It was still early morning, not too hot, but cleaning this damn wall was hard work, and a light film of sweat had gathered on your forehead. You wiped it away with the back of your hand, before stretching your arms high above your head to start scrubbing again. The foamy water ran along your bare arms. You were wearing a cropped top and jeans shorts. You should’ve worn gloves to protect the skin on your hands from the cleanser, you thought, when you heard that voice again. So close, it made you freeze and your breath hitched.

“Did no one ever tell you it’s impolite not to answer when spoken to?”

A shiver you tried to ignore ran down your spine as you felt his presence so very close behind you. You couldn't help but close your eyes for a moment, when you smelled his scent; his dark, expensive cologne filling your lungs, your senses, and as if your body remembered, light goosebumps covered your skin – and you felt that throbbing between your legs.

“Or do you think I'm just a daydream?”

The arrogant tone in his voice drove you mad. You opened your eyes, your jaw clenched, but you continued staring at the wall.

Whereas before you had only felt his presence, you could now feel his touch. He was standing directly behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he leaned closer, his face next to yours, his lips moved close to your ear, while one of his hands found the exposed skin on your stomach. His long fingers slowly travelled under your top, shoving it up.

“I promise I'm real,” he whispered into your ear.

You shuddered, his hand cupping the underside of your breast, and you hated how your body reacted, how your traitorous nipples perked up, how your stupid legs got wobbly. You involuntarily let out a moan as his lips found your skin, touching that very sensitive spot under your ear.

You couldn't have this, not here on a public street in broad daylight, and not with him, not with Rafe fucking Cameron.

You spun around, saw a smug grin on his ridiculously handsome face and shoved the wet sponge right into his arrogant face – and you again wished that you'd have been able to afford more aggressive chemicals.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed, moved a step back, rubbing his face, blinking, and looking at you both angry and in confusion, his mouth slightly open, his head tilted to the side, as if he expected you to explain your behavior to him when his behavior had been anything than appropriate or normal!

You looked at him with a little triumphant grin on your lips. But your small victory didn't last long.

His hand shot to your throat, gripping it so hard, your back was forcefully pushed against the wall, making you wince. Your hands wrapped around his arm, trying to fight him off, already struggling to breathe. And on top of that, his sudden proximity overwhelmed all your senses as his body was caging you in, making you feel his power over you. The look on Rafe's face was menacing; his brows furrowed, his eyes darkened, he seemed ready to kill.

Rafe moved so close that you felt his breath on your face, brushing against your skin. You could do nothing but gaze at him as you struggled to get out of his grip, in vain.

But suddenly Rafe's tense features changed. His eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed and he tilted your head to the side, inspecting your face, to be precise inspecting the left side of your face. And you knew what he was looking at.

“Who did this to you?”

He was looking at the bruise on your left cheek. Not just cheek, the black and blue mark covered almost half your face, from your eye to your jaw.

Rafe let go off your throat, placing both his palms on either side of your head on the wall. He was in fact caging you in now.

“No one,” you snapped, scowling at him. You tried to cover the bruise with your hair, but Rafe didn't allow it. He grabbed your wrist, held it, made you flinch at his strength. He would probably leave his own mark there.

“Bullshit,” he growled. “Tell me. Who did this? Your boyfriend?”

You detected something strange in his voice, but you couldn't quite place it, it sounded almost like he was being cautious, which was ridiculous. Rafe Cameron was never cautious or hesitant with his words. And despite that somewhat strange tone in his voice, it was commanding and he seemed to believe that he was entitled to get an explanation from you.

“No!” You frowned at him and managed to pull your hand free, so you could use both your hands to shove him away – or try to. He didn't move an inch while your hands lay on his broad chest. You could feel the hard muscles underneath his shirt. You could feel his rapid heartbeat. His chest rising and falling as he stared at you intensely.

“Like you would care anyway…” Your voice soft and unsteady.

You expected him to say something disregarding like that he didn't give a fuck and that would end this conversation – this tense situation. But he didn't. Rafe looked at you with a stern expression and when he spoke, there wasn't even a hint of mockery in his voice.

“Who did this to you?” He asked again.

There was something so earnest in his tone that you just looked at him, stunned, for a second. You felt your heart beat so violently, it felt like he must have heard it too.

You bit your lips and averted your gaze.

But Rafe wouldn't let you. His fingers under your chin, guided your face, made you look at him. And he gazed at you. His blue eyes so dark, so intense, they were penetrating you. And you shuddered.

“My landlord,” you answered his question, unable to resist his demanding tone any longer.

Rafe didn't say anything, but looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

You felt a lump in your throat and your voice sounded weak when you spoke more.

“I couldn't pay the rent and he ‘suggested' another form of payment. But I –” The fresh memory made your voice trail off and you felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“Did you?” His voice was low.

“No!” You glared at him, some of that familiar anger returning and making your voice stronger. “I'm not a whore!”

Rafe's words from the other night were still clear in your mind and fueled your rage anew. You tensed up and suddenly realized that your hands were clawing at his shirt. You kept them there and you looked Rafe straight into the eyes when you continued, “I told him to shove it and kicked him in the balls.”

Was that a hint of a smirk on Rafe's lips?

“But when I tried to get away, he gripped my hair, yanked me about and smacked my face against the doorframe. I wriggled out of his grip and ran. End of story.”

You gave Rafe's chest a shove and this time he moved a little back. So you ducked under his arm and walked off.

But you didn't get far.

His hand caught your wrist. He spun you around and you slumped against his chest, gasping in surprise before his lips covered yours.

You reacted without thinking. Your mouth opened, your lips moved against his. It was pure impulse, so strong you couldn't resist. You felt his strong hand grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you, kissed you deeply.

Waves and waves of intense electric tension were rushing through your body. For a moment you felt like you could let your guard down and just melt into his touch, melt against his body.

But you couldn't let that happen. This was never going to happen. The harshness of reality woke you up.

You pulled back and smacked his cheek with your hand, so hard, so loud, your palm burned.

Rafe looked at you, his lips parted – so dangerously close to yours…

“I could give you the money –”

His features were so soft, and the way he looked at you, it made your chest tighten and you felt your tears returning.

“Fuck you! I told you I’m no whore! I'm no one's whore! Not his and certainly not YOURS!” You screamed those words right at his face.

And Rafe just stood there. He did not attempt to grab you again, to pull you close, to kiss you, to hold you...

He just stood there and looked at you. Then his mouth closed and he nodded and his lips moved again, but you couldn't hear what he was saying, as if he was talking to himself. And then he just turned around and walked away, got into his jeep and drove off.

And you exhaled, and all tension fell from your body. You were shivering and no longer held those tears back. You cried out and a passing driver looked at you in confusion and you yelled after him to fuck off and kicked at the water bucket – and regretted it a second later. You would have to get fresh water and then start working again. You had wasted more than enough time already. Because of Rafe fucking Cameron.

***

A few days later.

“What you doing here?”

Fuck, was he everywhere? You looked up from your phone and saw Rafe Cameron on his dirt bike, just having taken off his helmet, smoothing down his hair with his free hand – and grinning at you.

You glared at him and focused on your phone again, leaning with your back against the shop window. You tried your best to ignore him, hoping that he would for once get the hint.

It had been only three days since your last encounter; the bruise was still showing on your face, the cheap make up you had wasn't enough to cover it completely, but you had arranged your hair in a way that hid most of it – at least you hoped it did.

“Waiting for clients?” Rafe’s voice sounded closer. Obviously he hadn’t taken the hint.

You didn't look up, but you could see and feel his shadow on you. He had gotten off his bike and walked over to you.

“Fuck off, asshole. I have no time for your bullshit.”

You looked up from your phone to glare at him.

He stood directly in front of you, had stopped about two feet away. It annoyed you how much your body already reacted to his presence. Your skin buzzing without his hands even touching it.

Rafe's hand moved to his head, combing through his hair.

“What are you doing here?” You hoped you sounded as annoyed as you were.

“Buying a new 8-iron.”

You knitted your eyebrows.

“So what are you doing here? All dressed up – like that,” Rafe asked, pointing at your outfit.

You had to admit it was an unusual look for you. You were wearing a white blouse, all buttoned up, and a black pencil skirt reaching to your knees, the fabric stiff and making your thighs itch. It wasn't yours. You had to borrow that skirt from your neighbor.

~~~

When you walked over to your neighbor's door that morning, you looked around nervously, making sure not to accidentally run into your landlord. You wouldn't want to repeat that kind of encounter, especially not today when you had a job interview for a position at a stationery shop on main street. One of those fancy-ass shops where kook parents bought school supplies for their spoiled offspring. With school starting in a few weeks, they had a new position to fill. Though it was just temporary, it was good money, and maybe even a chance for something permanent.

“Try this on, I think it might fit.” Your neighbor held out a black skirt from her closet, handing it to you.

You were standing in her small bedroom, trying not to step on the stuff scattered on the floor. You pulled down your shorts and put on the skirt and frowned at the image of the young woman in the mirror. You did not like it at all, but the skirt looked like something someone working at a kook stationery shop would wear, so it would do.

You thanked your neighbor and were about to leave when you remembered that it had been days since you had last seen your landlord, which was unusual, since he was always lurking around, sitting by the empty pool, shouting at kids or harassing his female tenants. Your neighbor always knew the latest gossip, so you just asked her about his whereabouts.

“Haven't you heard?”

“Heard what?” You frowned at her in confusion.

“He got run over by a car three days ago.”

“Oh,” you said. “Is he alive?” You knew it was bad to wish someone ill, but part of you couldn't help hoping for the worst.

“Barely. He's in intensive care. Can't move a single bone in his body. His jaw is completely crushed.”

“By the car?”

“No. After he'd been hit, the driver got out of the car and beat him up. With a golf club.”

You raised your eyebrows. “With a golf club?”

She nodded.

“And did they, did the police catch whoever…?”

She shook her head. “Strange thing. No one saw anything. Though it happened in broad daylight. On the street right in front of our compound.”

“Huh,” you said.

“Yep,” she shrugged, folding clothes and putting them back into her closet. “And he can't remember anything, he says. Well, he can hardly speak with that fractured jaw. Only liquid diet for him for the next couple of weeks and I guess he won't be around that soon.”

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“I have a job interview, if you must know.”

You put your phone away and pressed your now empty palms against the cool glass behind you.

“A job interview?” Rafe cocked his head.

“Yeah. You know, some people actually do have to get jobs and work for a living.”

You expected him to snap or at least frown at you, but he just grinned.

“So you're nervous?”

You glared at him. “What do you want?”

He chuckled and lifted his hands in a defensive way. “What? Can't I just make friendly conversation?”

The frown on your forehead deepened, your muscles tensing so much, it hurt your damn bruise.

“We are no friends.”

“True,” he shrugged, but he still didn't leave. He just stood there and looked at you. You wondered if he didn't have to be somewhere, but didn't bother to ask, because obviously, the answer would be ‘No'.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned your head in another direction.

Your foot was tapping on the ground, because, yes, you were fucking nervous. This was important and Rafe Cameron standing there and staring at you like that made you nervous in another kind of way. But you couldn't have that now. Or ever.

“I could help you relax, you know.”

Your head spun around to face him, and he looked like he actually meant it.

You glared at him, but fuck, your traitorous body reacted in an instant. Your skin was buzzing, you felt a restlessness that had nothing to do with being nervous about the interview.

“When's the interview?”

You checked the time on your phone. “Twenty minutes.”

“Ah, not nearly enough time,” he said with that cocky grin.

Why the hell could you practically feel his voice crawling under your skin when he was just standing there?

You pressed your legs together, and feeling the rough fabric of that damn skirt on your skin made you even more itchy.

And Rafe just stood there and he looked so fucking handsome, almost sweet with his baby-blue polo shirt, those fucking curtain bangs and that smile. His hand casually touched his lips, effectively drawing your attention to both his lips and those fingers – god, those fingers…

You growled – at least you hoped it sounded like a growl.

“Fuck it.” You exhaled. “Where's your car?”

“I'm afraid the jeep is at the auto shop. I had… an accident.”

Your eyebrows moved up. Did he just grin?

“But I know a place...”

Rafe moved his head, pointing with his chin in the direction before he started walking, and he just grabbed your wrist to pull you along. You mouthed a complaint, but followed him into an alley behind the storefront.

“I’m not gonna let you eat me out between dumpsters.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. He tugged you along to a door which he somehow managed to open.

He held it open for you to walk inside, which you did, while eyeing him.

“How do you know about this?”

Yet instead of answering, Rafe grabbed your neck and hip and his hungry lips found yours. And this time you didn't push him away. Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you reacted to the kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, something so hot, so feverish was ignited, and you had no intention to stop it. Your eyes closed and you heard the door fall shut and some clicking sound that must have been a light switch, but you had no intention of checking. Your body and his were so closely entangled, and you just let him move you in the direction he shoved you, practically clinging to each other.

With your eyes closed, you had shut out any rational thinking. All you wanted was feel. Him. Your own hands eagerly slipped under his shirt – under that damn baby-blue shirt that suited him so well. You couldn't wait to get it off of him.

Rafe seemed to be reading your mind – or just your body – he obliged, broke the kiss to take off his shirt.

And you gazed at his perfectly sculptured torso, those abs made you literally lick your lips.

You were slightly panting, when you quickly took in your surroundings. You were in some dusty storage room that didn't seem to be used – except for Rafe's fuckdates probably. The thought should appall you, but fact was, you were so hot for this guy, you were aching for his touch. And the way he looked at you told you, he was as hungry as you were, maybe even more – blue eyes so intensely gazing at you, you felt naked when still fully clothed. That throbbing between your legs was getting unbearable and you knew that your panties must be soaking wet by now. Just from that damn kiss. That damn hot kiss.

You saw him lick his lips and your breath hitched.

“So are you gonna get on your knees now?” You tried to make your voice sound firm when you felt your body trembling with anticipation.

Rafe chuckled and shook his head.

Stunned for a moment, you just gaped at him, but the next moment he grabbed you and turned you around, and you managed just in time to brace yourself with your hands before colliding with the wall. You let out a gasp.

You craned your head back, as you heard him unzip his pants.

“Fuck, you promised to go down on me!”

“Never said that. I said I'd make you relax.” You could only hear his dark voice, but you were sure he was smirking.

You felt the hot touch of his fingertips on your thigh, felt his hand moving under your skirt, moving between your legs that just parted on their own. You shivered, mewled, and your eyes rolled back into your head. Such a light touch shouldn't affect you that much. You frowned at yourself and reached back to slap at his arm, a rather half-hearted attempt to stop him.

“Oh, you don’t want my cock inside you? I can just leave…” The arrogant tone in his voice made you growl. And the touch of his fingertip grazing over the fabric of your panties – your soaking wet panties – made you moan.

This guy made you so incredibly mad – and needy.

You scoffed and mumbled a curse.

You gripped the hem of your skirt and shoved it up over your waist, pulled down your panties, and they dropped to the floor. You faced the wall, pushing your naked ass out, arching your back and spreading your legs.

“Fuck me. And make me cum”, you commanded – hoping he wouldn't realize how much you were aching for his cock to fill you.

You heard him exhale and shuffle behind you. His large hand on your hip, you felt his length brushing along your slit, pulsing.

“And make it quick,” you said, already panting.

“That I can't promise.”

You were about to talk back, when Rafe's grip got firmer and his hard cock pushed into you, taking all your breath away.

And that was everything you felt from that moment on; your whole being was literally centered around Rafe Cameron’s cock buried deep inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, but he pushed harder, thrust into you with his whole length. You heard him inhale sharply and he remained still for a moment. Then his cock slowly retreated, before thrusting even harder into you.

You found your breath again, panting, moaning, whimpering as he fucked you.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand grabbing your throat, causing you to tense up more, and feeling another rush flooding your senses. He growled close to your ear. Your back arching, moving at his will. You were burning up and shivering at the same time. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach as he continued fucking you from behind, causing you to flinch. His fingertip rubbed your clit – damn, it shouldn’t be so easy for him to find exactly the right spot right away and to give you what your body craved for.

His touch was rough and ruthless, nothing tender about the way he fucked you and pushed you quickly close to the edge. You couldn't even try to hold it back. Your orgasm hit you hard and you moaned shamelessly as he was fucking you through your high. Your body not feeling like your own anymore but something Rafe was in charge off. And he was in absolute control over your sensations, your body, your desires. You were still riding on that high, legs shaking, when you felt another climax building up inside you.

You lost all sense of time or place or anything. You didn't just feel his cock inside you, his hands on your body, his breath on your skin. You felt him everywhere. Every cell of your body was filled with him, his power, his greedy nature. And you'd never felt so much like yourself.

He made you cry out and whine, moan and whimper pathetically as he fucked you relentlessly, turning you into something he used to satisfy his seemingly insatiable appetite.

When you thought you couldn't take anymore, when your body was nothing but a trembling mess at his mercy, he grabbed you harder, fucked you deeper, and hotly groaned into your ear.

You screamed his name, so loud, your lungs burned.

Your body convulsing as you felt his hot cum spilling into you.

His hand turned your face sideways and he whispered something into your ear, but you didn't get the words, only felt his hot breath, only felt his hard cock pushing again into you, up to the hilt.

You had no chance of stopping all those pathetic sounds coming from you, as your body was convulsing around his.

He held you, for a while. You were panting heavily, as you felt his heartbeat at your back.

Your whimpering sounds stopped and your breathing was eventually calming down.

When he pulled out, you almost collapsed to the floor, as your legs seemed unable to carry your own weight. He caught you. Rafe slowly turned you around and held you.

You looked at him, his face flushed, his lips parted as he seemed out of breath too. There was something in his eyes, something so soft. Something that was ripping at your chest.

He slowly moved closer. And the tightness in your chest was unbearable. You pushed him away.

He stepped back and bent down to pick up your panties, handing them to you.

You watched him through narrowed eyes as you put them on. You winced when you felt his warm cum dripping out of you. You glared at him as he grinned.

“Don't you ever use a condom?”

He grinned more and shrugged. “Consider it a lucky charm. For your interview.”

You froze as reality hit you hard.

“Fuck.”

Hastily you smoothed down your crumpled clothes and checked your phone. You were late for the interview. And looked like a fucking mess. Your hair in disarray, your face glowing, sweat covering your body. You looked like you had just been fucked into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You looked at the camera and tried to at least wipe away the smudged mascara from your cheeks.

You looked up and saw Rafe, who was just standing there, shirtless, his heaving chest covered in a light film of sweat. He looked at you with that look.

“I hate you.” You scowled at him.

And he just shrugged. “I don't care as long as I get to fuck that fine pussy of yours.”

A surge of hot rage was about to make you jump at him, scratch his blue eyes out, kick his balls, hit his handsome face – but you just let out an exasperated growl, and pushed him out of the way as you left the storage room as fast as you could – thanks to Rafe Cameron that wasn't too fast, as your legs were shaking and you were goddamn sore from being fucked so thoroughly.

a/n This got kinda long and has a lot of plot. Sorry. Reader and Rafe somehow wouldn’t shut up. I appreciate all your feedback and thank you for reading!

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norrizzandpia · 7 months

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Let Me Help (OP81)

Summary: She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Warnings: PURE FLUFF 👹👹👹👹, me being uneducated abt the British schooling system (PLZ FORGIVE ME IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG I KNOW THERE ARE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE AMERICAN AND BRITISH ACADEMIC SYSTEMS)

Note: i want a bf to tutor me math wtf bitch 😐

As she sat in the University of London’s library, staring at the problem on her laptop, Y/n was on the verge of tears.

She had been trying to study for four hours, but she was quickly realizing she had absolutely no idea what was going on in the class. No amount of step-by-step videos or lecture notes could help remedy the confusion she was suffering from. Her grade relied on this test and if she failed, she wasn’t too keen on retaking the course.

Nevertheless, she knew if she continued to sit and stare, her heart rate would accelerate even more and her watery eyes would turn into full on sobs. So, she excused herself, packing up her backpack and making a swift path toward the bathroom. Once settled behind the door, she let the tears fall and the anxiety consume her.

As if the world wanted to hurt her more, her crucial moment was ruined as her phone began to ring. Her sweet boyfriend’s face stared back at her as she contemplated answering the call or not. If she didn’t, he would most likely call her again, and if she did, he would be able to notice the way her voice wavered with self-doubt immediately.

For whatever reason, she answered the call. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to start the conversation, as she stared at the wall in front of her and tried to calm herself down.

“Baby! How’s studying going? I was thinking we could get food because I’m sure you haven’t taken a proper break yet.” His cheery voice met her ears and while that tone usually brought air back into her lungs, it pushed her over the edge this time.

Silence on the other end of the phone as she cried into the speaker and Oscar tried to figure out what had her so distraught.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He questioned, trying to comfort her sorrows as he ran around his apartment and grabbed his things, already on his way to help her.

She tried to speak, but the words never came out, sobs replacing any kind of sentence.

He continued to speak, knowing his voice was the only thing that could really help her as he sped to the library.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” He urged, changing lanes and turning abruptly which granted a loud honking behind him from a frustrated driver.

She shook her head as she said, “It’s not, Osc. I don’t understand anything. I haven’t done anything these past few hours. I’m going to fail this test, and then I’m not going to pass this year, and then I’m going to fail out of college, and never get a job or provide for myself in anyway.”

He breathed out. Her way of jumping to conclusions and overthinking always gave her a problem, a major obstacle Oscar was so determined to help her through. Any inconvenience and she was worrying over what would happen next.

“Woah, woah, woah. Baby, slow down. None of that is going to happen. This is about your math test? You don’t understand the material?” He said softly.

“Yeah,” She whispered into the speaker.

He nodded, “Okay, well, how about this: I’ll come to the library and help you through the problems. You know math’s one of my strongest subjects. I can do this for you. Let me help you, baby.”

“But, Osc, aren’t you hungry? You just said you wanted to get food.” She said, trying to stop him from seeing her in this state.

“Baby, food can wait. We can get food after.” He smiled to himself as he pulled into the parking lot and got out.

“It’s going to take all night for me to understand this, Osc.” She stressed.

He shrugged, “Well, then I’ll get us food and we can eat while we study.”

She shook her head, “No, Oscar.”

He stopped in his steps, staring at the building as he sensed her overwhelming anxiety over his proposition.

“What’s wrong with me helping you, Y/n? That’s what I’m here for.” His eyebrows scrunched together, confusion and concentration over her next answer.

Her small voice bled through his phone and met his ears in a broken whisper, “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.”

His heart squeezed in his chest, “Y/n, I do not and will never think you are stupid. Just because math was easy for me doesn’t mean it was easy for everyone else and that’s how it should be. Everybody struggles with math. There’s a reason why the majority of the world hates it. Trust me, baby, you are one of the smartest people I know.”

After a beat of silence and when he wasn’t certain if she would respond, Oscar tried again, “Let me help you, Y/n. I want to help you because I love you.”

Her cheeks blushed even in the intensity of the moment. The warmness she felt spread throughout her body moved her to say, “Okay, fine.”

“Good because I’m already here.”

—

Y/n’s eyes lit up, “Oh, so x is 2?!”

Nodding, Oscar rubbed his hand lightly up and down her back, “Exactly, my love. See? You’ve got this, smart girl.”

Her blushing had him chuckling, but her shyness didn’t stop him from kissing her temple.

“Okay, I think I understand this then.” She muttered, a big smile on her face as she looked at the time and realized it was still early enough that they could find a food place open.

“Still wanna get food?” She inquired, her body falling into his chest as they sat back on the wooden chairs. It was completely quiet and empty in the building, only a few students lingering. Because of their position in the very corner, their privacy was ensured, something they both were grateful for.

Oscar nodded, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair and nudge her face toward his. He kissed her softly, whispering sweet nothings when they broke apart. He was so proud of her and the fact that she had doubted herself as hard as she had didn’t sit right with him.

“You’re so incredibly smart, baby.” He said against her lips as he tilted his head to the other side, going in for another.

Their lips continued to tenderly meet, but every time he broke away, he would say something he loved about her.

“You never back down from a challenge. I love how determined you are.”

Kiss, Kiss

“Even when you fall, you always push yourself to get back up again. I love how resilient you are.”

Kiss, Kiss

“You’re so loving. I love the way you love me.”

Kiss, Kiss

“As we saw tonight, you’re so intelligent and knowledgeable. Even though you might not believe it yourself right now, you are so incredibly brilliant. I love how you never dumb yourself down for anyone. I love how confident you are to be yourself.”

He went in for another touch of their lips, but her giggling made it slightly impossible.

“Oscar, you’re so sappy.” She whispered, faces centimeters away from each other.

All he could do was smile down at her and whisper as his lips brushed against hers, “I just love you so much and I hate to see you doubt yourself. You’ve got this in the bag, Y/n. Sometimes teachers just don’t teach well and that isn’t your fault. Look at how fast it took you to learn it when someone actually sat down to introduce it to you! Two hours, baby! A whole unit in two hours! That’s impressive, baby, and you know it.”

She pulled back to lean against her chair, smile illuminating the room, “What would I do without you?”

He scoffed, “You would be perfectly fine. It’s me without you that you should be worried about.”

“Well, I’m not worried about it because I don’t plan on ever leaving.”

Kissing swiftly once more, his hand laid gently on the side of her neck, “Me neither.”

The two stayed like that for a few minutes until his stomach started grumbling and she was reminded of her earlier question.

“Food?”

He was already halfway out of the building, “Always.”

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tmpestuous · 2 years

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Touch It

summary: bucky needs to feel your touch.

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2.7k

18+; MINORS DNI.

warnings: smut, dom!bucky, needy bucky, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, explicit content, established relationship, some fluff

a/n: i have not written smut in a while so if this is basic i apologize… little cute needy bucky moments though cause he’s my fave

“I’m not gonna be gone for long, Bucky,” you giggled into his chest as Bucky wrapped his arms even tighter around you, refusing to let you out of bed.

“You’re not leaving,” he said stoically, trying to sound serious.

“I am leaving, for a week,” you looked up at him, still trying to break free from his grasp. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Wrestling out of his grip, you got up from your shared bed, making your way over to the bathroom. Bucky stared at you as you got ready, his forced pout not having as much of an effect on you as he’d hoped it would.

You were about to go on a small retreat that would only last a week; Natasha had planned it for the girls in your friend group to get a moment of relaxation. All of the men, of course, questioned their lack of an invitation, Natasha chalking it up to some reason involving watching the boys suffer without the women to act as their voices of reason. Bucky was the hardest one to crack, everyone fully aware he could barely last a full day without you, somehow sneaking his way into whatever space you were in just to spend as many extra seconds with you as he could.

This time would be no different.

After you had finally packed, Bucky had “come to terms” with your departure. He felt a bit more at ease knowing you had told him the location you’d be at (against Natasha’s wishes, of course) and it wasn’t too far away. Plus, if anything happened to you, at least he’d know where your last known location was.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the entrance to your house, greeting Natasha and Wanda from afar as they waited in the car outside your driveway. You put all of your bags in the trunk before making your way back to him, running your thumbs across his cheeks after cupping his face in your hands.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he attempted to plead once more, pouting playfully.

“You will be fine, Bucky,” you shook your head with a smile before you pecked his lips a few times. “You know where to find me,” you whispered, knowing Natasha would indeed do her best to find an entirely new location if she found out you told Bucky where you’d be.

“Oh, I’ll find you alright, bunny,” he spoke lowly, his mischievous tone almost forcing you to rush back inside the house and leave Natasha and Wanda behind. Your thoughts were interrupted by Bucky giving you another long kiss, this time with a lot more love than lust.

It was cut short, however, by Natasha honking the horn obnoxiously, making Bucky roll his eyes as you laughed a bit at her impatience. Giving one last goodbye kiss to Bucky, you made your way to the car and got in, waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he stood at the front door.

It had only been three days and Bucky was growing a lot more impatient than usual. Though he spoke to you every day at the same time, it wasn’t enough. An hour phone call didn’t suffice, and the fact that he had to wait til 5 fucking PM every day didn’t help him either.

Bucky loved every moment he got with you, but he also loved touching you.

He loved caressing your face, watching as you gazed into his eyes with the ones he adored more than anything. He loved snuggling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you were occupied with something, getting a whiff of your favorite perfume and lotion scent that you knew he also enjoyed. He loved playing with your hair and massaging your scalp as your head laid on his chest, and most of the time having you fall asleep on him while he did so.

He loved his physical contact with you, and especially from you.

He loved when you tangled your fingers in his hair, sometimes focusing on getting any knots out of it. He loved when you absentmindedly drew circles on his torso as you laid together. He loved when you leaned into him as you walked together, or as you stood in a space together, or when you felt like you needed to get closer to him when laying with each other though you were probably already as close as possible.

Some of his favorite moments were more intimate, whether it was him under you and him—running his hands across your thighs, waist, ass. That, or when it was you under him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, forcing him in deeper.

Bucky craved it every second you were gone. Just a simple touch. And with each passing day, he only longed for it more and more.

The rest of the guys told him it would be over before he knew it, and he only wondered how they could possibly go this long without their partners without losing their minds. The truth was that you and Bucky were more than inseparable, everyone else’s relationships nothing in comparison to you both.

You enjoyed your space, of course, but your best moments were always spent with each other. That space only came when necessary, and this time, Bucky obviously felt like it was forced onto him. He needed to be next to you, even if for just a quick moment.

And that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Luckily, you had given him the address of the place you were going to, and on your first night, you had told him which room you decided to take, giving him a mini-tour of it while you were on your nightly video call.

Last door to the left, with a small veranda outside of it, he remembered.

After rushing to get himself dressed and almost forgetting to lock the front door, Bucky ran out to his car. He had no idea what had him in more of a hurry than usual, but his eagerness to hold you in his arms only reminded him why he was doing what he was doing in the first place. Bucky pulled out of the driveway, driving fast enough to merge onto the highway.

He hadn’t even noticed but he was speeding. Bucky was a fast driver—you had scolded him plenty of times for it—but he said it was necessary to get to where he needed to be in a timely fashion. He never excessively sped though, usually only going 15 over the limit. This time, however, he was going a swift 30 over, and didn’t seem to notice the cop car parked on the side of the highway.

You hadn’t talked to Bucky all day, letting him know last night that Natasha insisted on you taking an entire day break from the phone calls.

“You can go one day without talking to Barnes, Y/n.”

And she was right, you could, but you didn’t exactly want to. Nonetheless, you spent the entire day just thinking about Bucky, missing him a lot more than usual given the lack of communication.

Your days on this retreat were starting to get a bit blurred already and it was only lasting a week. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere should get anyone to try and keep themselves occupied, but most of the activities everyone was up for either didn’t interest you, ended up going horribly, or reminded you of something Bucky would more than likely be the best at doing.

Never had you been the person to make their entire personality revolve around their partner, but the forced separation only made you think of him even more. You missed the scent of his cologne, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of being wrapped up in his big arms that made you feel so warm and at ease.

Every night, he’d appear in your dreams, and you woke up every morning feeling more impatient for the end of the trip. Only tonight, that dream felt a little too real, almost like you could feel Bucky around.

This time, the dream was him knocking outside your window. Calling your name, but for some reason you wouldn’t get up.

Then your phone started ringing, shaking you out of your slumber. It was Bucky.

“Hello?” You picked up, still rubbing your eyes from the startle of your ringtone.

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me, princess, or are you a heavier sleeper than I remember?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned around, seeing your boyfriend standing behind the door which led to the veranda outside of your room. You hung up the phone and eagerly rushed to the door, opening it and Bucky enveloping you in a warm hug before you could even get a word out.

“God, I missed you, baby,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a multitude of kisses on your shoulder and neck, before looking down and giving you a warm kiss. “I missed you so much.”

Giggling a bit, you shook your head. “You would think I’ve been gone for a month.”

“It felt like a month,” he said, pecking across your face, making your cheeks burn red.

“I missed you too, honey,” you said, not straying away from the clear questions in your head. “Now what exactly are you doing here and how did you not get spotted?”

Pausing from kissing all over you, Bucky led you inside and closed the door behind him. “I needed you, baby. I need you. And it’s 3am so everyone is definitely sleeping and I am a lot stealthier than I thought. Now, let me make you feel good.”

“You need me but you want to make me feel good,” you countered as he ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your back lightly. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

He shushed you before taking your shirt off—one of his shirts actually—and laying you on the bed, “You talk too much.” Admiring your bare torso,, Bucky made sure no inch of skin was left untouched.

Kissing down your neck, across your shoulders and collarbones, down to your chest.

Sealing his mouth over each of your breasts, sucking on each of them tenderly and giving each of them an equal amount of attention.

Plotting kisses down your abdomen, sliding his way down to the hem of your pajama shorts. Sliding them off along with your underwear, Bucky discarded them to the floor before coming face-to-face with your sex.

Feeling the warmth of his breath against your core only heightened your arousal, forcing you to suppress the moan lodged in your throat out of fear of waking anyone else up.

Bucky slid his fingers up and down your cunt in an achingly slow manner, watching you squirm under his touch with a smirk on his face. “Baby’s so wet for me, already, huh?”

You nodded your head, letting out a small whimper before biting down on your lip as Bucky slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out just as slow as before.

He then put his mouth to work, sliding his tongue across your folds before latching onto your clit, sucking and slurping like the thirstiest man on earth.

Maybe it was the lack of touch for the last few days, but you had never felt this good before. Bucky took his time on you, not wanting a single moment to go to waste.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned out as he slipped a third finger in, cursing to himself in Romanian as he continued swiping his tongue and sucking on your clit repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m close, baby, please.”

Latching onto your clit once again, Bucky sucked on it with the same incessant rapidness as his fingers, making you feel everything in your core and stomach before everything snapped. Squirming on his fingers and mouth as he didn’t let up on his actions through your orgasm, you failed at concealing the whimpers and moans making their way out of your mouth before he stopped, Bucky making his way back up to your face after licking up all of your juices.

“You’re being a little loud, dragă,” he spoke lowly before kissing you roughly, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue before pulling away. “Do you wanna wake our friends up, bunny? You wanna make them hear how much of a horny mess you are for me?”

You shook your head as you looked up at him in a daze, still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm to the point that you didn’t even realize Bucky shed his own clothes off.

“You're gonna be quiet for me while you take my cock, right?” He said, running the tip of his member up and down your folds as you nodded profusely, wanting nothing but to feel him inside you. “I usually like hearing that pretty voice of yours, but we can’t get in trouble, baby. So you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Then he slipped deep inside you, bottoming out without hesitation before pounding into you mercilessly.

You knew he was testing you, knowing you couldn’t hold back how good he always made you feel. He moved at an eager pace, thrusting in and out and seemingly getting faster with each thrust. You bit down on your fist, desperately holding back your moans as Bucky screamed praise in your ear for keeping up with his request.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl, staying so quiet for me when I know how bad you wanna let go,” he grunted in your ear. “So fucking tight for me always, you feel so fucking good. Is my baby gonna cum for me, hm?”

You let out a small ‘mhm’, the best you could do without cracking and moaning his name out. Bucky could see your struggle, pushing two fingers into your mouth, telling you to suck on them which you gladly did.

Feeling you clench around him, Bucky struggled to contain his own moans. “Milking my cock for me, baby, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You bit down on Bucky’s fingers as your own orgasm reached quickly, spasming and clenching around Bucky’s cock as he chased his own release, coming shortly after yours as he bit lightly onto your shoulder to prevent himself from being too loud.

Falling on top of you, he slowly slid out and looked down at you, your eyes still in that post-orgasmic daze that he loved seeing on you.

“You okay?” he asked, seeing you were a little too quiet now, but relieved once you nodded.

“I needed that,” you whispered up to him. “Thank you, baby.”

He kissed you lightly but passionately nonetheless. “I needed it too, bunny.” He took himself off of you, knowing he had to leave before morning came. You watched him get dressed again, in awe of him as you usually were.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” you said as he shrugged his jacket on.

“I can’t wait,” he leaned down and whispered against your lips before kissing you for a few moments. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you pecked his lips one more time. “Get out of here before we both get in trouble.”

Smirking at you, he made his way out of the door.

Four days later, you hurried everyone out of that house to finally get back home. Part of you wished Bucky would come back again, but he told you it was probably best if he didn’t. Whatever that means.

After forcing Natasha to drop you off first, you bid your farewells to the girls before running up the door. Unlocking it, you kicked your shoes off and set your bags down, calling out for Bucky’s name, though you got no response. It was early, so he may have slept in.

Making your way over to the mail set on the coffee table, you saw a little yellow slip with a pretty hefty dollar amount attached to it.

“A speeding ticket?” You said aloud to yourself, hearing someone’s footsteps stop on the stairs as you turned around, seeing a newly-woken up Bucky rubbing his eyes with a small smirk. “Speeding, Barnes? Really?”

“Welcome home, baby.”

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hellsburners · 9 months

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pain and suffering

summary: to which criminals run from the shadows, and the shadows run home to you. pairing: frank castle x male reader x matt murdock word count: 4k warnings: 18+ warning, unprotected s3x, dom!mattfrank, bottom!reader, double pen3tration, blowj0bs, mentions of violence a/n: i got this request like a whole month ago and im sorry to anon it took me a while to think of this

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The night air looms over Hell’s Kitchen. A normal person might hear the honking of cars and the loud chitchat of people in the street, but to a man like Daredevil, he hears everything. He hears Sally from down the street, crying as her husband comes home drunk, or Dominic, stealing another purse to pay for his brother’s medical bills. The city is not just a cluster of sounds for a man like the Devil, it’s a war cry. His city needs help, so he braces for the jump, a leap into the battlefield.

To him, pain and suffering is a saint. The pain of every hit, every jab, and every punch. To Matt Murdock, the pain of getting hit is like lashing for every sin he’s made. He is the fist of God, the guardian angel of the Kitchen, his suffering is the price for the safety of his people. So to him, yes, pain and suffering is the saint that guides him, the adrenaline to jump, to fight, to stand back up and fight again because he knows if he doesn’t, worse men will.

He sits wounded on top of a building, the hanging laundry hiding him from plain sight. He pants, blood gushing from his lower rib. But then he smells it: gunpowder. The sound of clanking metal and rubber boots walking closer to him. He knows that smell, the smell of danger, the smell of bad news, the smell of The Punisher.

“They hit ya’ pretty bad tonight Red,” his rough voice roared across the building. He smells of blood, not his blood, but the blood of at least thirty other men.

“I don’t need your help, Frank,” Matt said, wincing as he tried to stand.

“I doubt that,” he was closer to Matt, he took the rear end of his rifle and pressed it to Matt’s wound, he cried out in pain. “See?”

“I don’t need any help from you.”

“That’s your problem, Red. You’re so self-righteous. You’re out here bleeding yourself to death thinking God sent you here on earth to be his punchin’ bag,'' he puts the rifle down, the metal butt hitting the floor. “You think your God can miraculously heal your wounds? The Devil ain’t no saint.”

“And you’re any better?” Matt spat. “You wear that skull on your chest and you think that gives you the license to be a killer?” he licks his dried-up lips, the wounds weighing on him. “You’re a beast, Frank. A wild creature with no self-control, bloodthirsty, and—and inhumane.”

Frank was right, but Matt’s pride would never take any help from Frank Castle, he’s a murderer, a cold-blooded killer, and men like him have no place roaming the streets of New York. Matt tries to walk away from Frank, he could feel the blood drip into his waist, his head dizzy. Before he could even reach a meter away from Frank he feels the pull of the earth and drops into the cement floor, out cold.

“Dumbass,” Frank spat.

—

To Frank Castle, pain and suffering is a weapon.

Pain is the bullet to the head of a wife beater, a pedophile, a human trafficker, and any other demented fuck that helps in spreading crime in his city. He sniffs in the scent, it’s nauseating, the smell of garbage and piss, the smell of dead bodies piled in a heap for the cops to find. The blood pooled on his boots, painting them red. He reloads the gun, pulling on the lever that locks the bullet in the barrel, ready for the trigger.

“Please, man. I have a wife and two kids,” the bald man begged. His shirt was soaked in blood, a bullet grazed his hip. He walks backward achingly, his back hitting the wall. “Fuck, man I swear I don't know anything ‘bout this! ”the man kneels in front of Frank, his hands together like he’s praying.

Pain is the bullet that ends all suffering.

Bang!

The man falls on the concrete, blood dripping out of his skull. Frank wipes the blood splatter on his face with his sleeve. He takes the pistol and slides it into the holster on his thigh. He grabs the man’s sleeve and pulls him into the heap. No loose ends.

Frank takes his rifle and leaves. Taking the rooftops so the cops won’t see him. His body is sore, but it was never a hindrance. He sees a red blur across the building. The Devil himself, running from a bunch of men. Frank notices the Devil walking strangely, a hand on his left to cover a bleeding wound.

He takes the sniper rifle and aims it at the four men searching for the masked vigilante. He reloads the rifle, and one by one the men drop dead. The Devil was clueless as to where the bullets came from. He walks over to the wounded man, lumped over the side of a rooftop wincing in pain.

Frank had always admired the Devil’s determination, always standing back up after a fight, the line he wouldn’t cross, it amused Frank in a way. He liked to toy with it, always putting the red vigilante in positions where his moral code is tested.

You know you’re one bad day away from becoming like me.

Frank once told him, and he guessed it wasn’t true. Despite how hard the world hit him, he never crossed that line. That’s why when the Devil ended up face down on the concrete floor he took his body into his shoulder. Carrying his body to the only place he knew would understand the situation. To the person that knew the creed of pain and suffering.

He stands in front of the wooden door, the door was locked. Not his first instinct to knock, because he knew he would always be let in. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked louder, banging on the door, the sounds echoing throughout the hallway.

“Jesus Christ, people will hear you,” you said, answering the door.

—

To you, pain and suffering is a curse. The curse that binds people to hospital beds for years, slowly rotting into the sheets as more and more medicine gets pumped into their veins. The curse that brings people into the emergency room, stabbed my knives, with broken knees, amputated fingers, and gunshot wounds through bone and muscle.

You earn money from pain and suffering. Doctor’s fees from people you know can’t even afford it. You always wanted to give them pro-bono, but you weren't loaded like that. That’s why when injured vigilantes were involved, everyone in the New York underground knew your number.

You had known people like Maya Lopez, Misty Knight, Ben Reilly, Ty Johnson, and Tandy Bowen alongside other masked heroes. That’s why when The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen arrived at your door four months ago you didn’t second guess your decision to help him. To you, helping these people would absolve you of being complicit in the suffering of innocent people in the hospital.

“Got your number from Spider-man, hope you don’t mind,” he said, sprawled on your kitchen table covered in blood. His muscular body contracted from the pain as you sewed his wounds shut. You never truly cared about forming connections with your clients, it was more of a get-patched-up-and-leave type of way.

He would often flirt with you whenever he came by, his dimples forming under his mask whenever he smiled or laughed. “Don’t worry Doc’ I’m a big boy,” he said, smiling at you. The smile quickly faded when you dug into his skin to retrieve the bullets on his bicep, a groan leaving his lips. You tried not to think about it, but he's pretty cute.

On one night, a man banged on your door, you rushed to meet a shadow drenched in blood as if it was raining blood from the sky, a white skull on his chest. His hoarse voice groaned as you took him into your kitchen. Multiple bullet wounds, and gashes on his chest, in your personal opinion a person with that many injuries would've ended up on the morgue.

“Did you fall into a meat grinder? What the hell,” you said. You tried your best to patch him up but he needed some blood transfusions.

“Check the bag,” he groaned. Inside were bags of blood from the hospital, all type O, what the fuck.

He stayed in your house for two nights, you checked his vitals every hour to make sure he was still alive. This hasn’t happened before, you’ve never had a client that was on the brink of death. It was always some minor injury, but this man managed to wake up and stand after two days to leave.

You found a bundle of one hundred dollar bills in your mailbox the next day.

—

“Bring him to the couch,” you said. You took Matt’s body as Frank carried his legs, you took his limp body into the sofa, a deep wound on the torso, an easy fix for you at this point. It has been months since you first met the two men in your apartment. You’ve spent multiple nights helping them, in your apartment, or Matt’s, or Frank’s bunker. You were technically associated with them to the point that you know their real names.

“The emergency kit is on the kitchen counter.”

“Got it Doc,” Frank saluted, removing his trench coat and his bulletproof vest, his muscular form bulging through his black shirt. They reeked of blood, you could taste the iron on your tongue.

Matt’s eyes fluttered, his head turning to the sound of your voice. “Hey,” he said, groaning through the pain. You cut his undershirt open, the wound gushing out blood. You took some gauze to soak the viscous liquid, making sure the clotting starts.

“Sit your ass down, Red,” Frank ordered. You managed to sew the wound shut, you gave Matt some pain relievers as his eyes fell back into sleep. You let him rest for a bit, covering him in a fleece blanket. You walked towards Frank, a few cuts on his arms, he was already in the middle of sewing some of them before you helped. “Don’t worry about me, it’s nothin’”

“Make sure you don’t die in my kitchen this time,” you said, walking to the kitchen sink to rinse your bloodied hands. You opened your refrigerator to grab a drink. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” Frank nods.

You took a cold beer from your fridge, the metal caps clanking on the floor. You handed him the bottle, he took a big swig like he was thirsty for water, some liquid falling from the corner of his lips. He sat on a wooden chair, legs spread, the hem of his shirt raising a bit to show a peak of his abdomen.

Matt soon woke up. Much to your disagreement, taking a beer of his own. He took a seat in your dining area, topless with bandages around his torso. The three of you are looking at each other around the table. “So–what happened tonight?” you asked.

Matt’s frown was deadset. Frank taking gulps of his second bottle of beer. You were taking sips of your bottle, looking at the heated tension between the two. It was annoyingly anxiety-inducing. “You know, I don’t know what’s the point of talking to you two—I’m a physician, not a therapist.”

“You need to stay away from him,” Matt said, his lips a straight line. “He’s a dangerous person with nothing good going on for his pathetic life.”

“Boohoo! Little catholic boy here feels entitled about being god’s little bitch,” Frank spat. “Is that what you think bitch boy?”

“See? He’s an immature old fuck that thinks the world’s answer to violence is guns and bullets,” Matt said, downing his beer.

“He’s just using his lawyer bullshit on you,” Frank said.

You rolled your eyes, it’s always like this, them bickering. You downed the beer, the bitter taste running through your tongue. You set it down with a loud clunk. The two men halted their bickering.

“I’m not taking sides but I think both of you are annoying cry babies that should just kiss and make out!” the two men frowned their brows. “You bicker like an old couple—the two of you need to suck it up because, at the end of the day, the two of you leave a trail of blood in this city that I clean!” you shouted.“You know how many people end up in the emergency room thanks to you two, I don’t even keep count of them anymore.”

Matt called for your name, to apologize or something, but you took another bottle of beer and gulped on the bubbly drink. Instead of talking you took his lips to yours, the bitter taste of his mouth shared with yours. His hands come to your neck, fingers wrapping around the flesh as his tongue meets yours. You smell his clean shampoo mixing with the alcohol, he smelled like a man who took hygiene seriously.

You pull back to walk towards Frank, bending down to kiss him, pressing on his shoulder with your hands to guide you. The bitter taste of both of your mouths intoxicates you. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling you in more. He smelled of cheap soap and gunpowder. You pulled away to catch them frozen, feet glued to the floor, aghast.

“See,” you rubbed your hands. “Not hard at all.”

Frank was biting his lip chuckling, his fingers massaging his lip. He pulled you to his lap, kissing you harder, his hands falling to your ass. Your hands run through his dark hair, his stubble pricking your face. You moaned from the contact, Matt’s enhanced senses making the sound echo in his head. He hesitated but his groin turned to the noises you made. Frank’s lips fall to your neck, nibbling on the skin eliciting more lewd noises from you.

“See this red?” he said. “This little slut likes it.”

“Play with his ear, he likes it,” Matt ordered. Frank hadn’t known that.

“He also likes it when I do this,” he pinches your nipples, and you shudder from the slight pain. The two men didn’t know that you had experiences of having sex with them on different occasions. “So you’re a little whore huh, you do this to all of your clients?”

“No—,” you gasped. “Just you two.”

Matt chuckled. Frank had set you on his lap so that you were facing Matt, his hands playing with both of your nipples as he left purple hickeys all over your neck. Matt had knelt in front of you palming your growing erection. The ache in your groin grows from the lack of release. Tonight these men offer you more pain and suffering but in ways that elicit nothing but pleasure.

He takes your trousers off leaving you with nothing but your shirt, finally something to ease the pain. Matt stood to open his pants, his thick cock standing tall, the hairs neatly trimmed. “Take his dick inside your mouth,” Frank whispered, while he stretched your legs open so his fingers could tease your hole. He took his fingers to your mouth making it wet.

Matt’s hands ran through your hair, his tip teasing your swollen lips. As you took his length into your mouth, Frank's finger entered your hole curling inside drawing out muffled sounds from your mouth. You were quickly bent over by Frank, his head in between your ass cheeks licking and fingering your hole, while your head was bobbing up and down on Matt’s cock.

Frank smacked your ass so hard it left a red print as he continued to toy with your rear. Matt groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Frank pulled you back with your hair, popping Matt’s cock out with a string of saliva. It was painful the way they carried you, but in some sick twist of events, it turned you on even more.

“My turn,” Frank said, as he takes your mouth to his sex, you engulf his thick uncut cock, your nose hitting his unkempt hair taking in his scent. Matt bent down to toy with your hole, curling and stretching two fingers inside you stimulating your prostate. You were turning your lips as you sucked on Frank’s cock, a hoarse groan leaving his mouth as he grabbed onto your hair tightly.

Matt stroked your cock as he moaned, eating you out with his wet tongue and playing with the rim of your hole. Frank took control of your mouth, fucking into it like you’re his sex toy, his cocking hitting the roof of your mouth at a constant speed. Frank could feel his climax coming so he pulls out leaving you a wet mess next to Matt.

“Can I fuck you?” Matt asked. You nod, taking them into your bedroom.

Frank undressed and took a seat on the small sofa chair in the corner of the room, stroking his hard cock. You were on all fours on the bed, facing Frank. His eyes glued to you as he stroked. Matt lubes your hole before slowly pressing his cock into your hole. You gasped as he sheathed into you. Frank smirked, this turned him on even more, his large arms contracting as he stroked his cock.

Matt started to fuck you slowly, his hips slapping your ass. He started to let out guttural moans, his hips becoming rigid as he gripped onto your waist, his nails digging into your skin. He bends down to kiss your neck, rutting into you, his hard thrusts ramming into you. “I’m close,” he moaned. He jerks your cock to the point that you yelp out, cum shooting out of your cock as he continues to jerk his hips before he emptied inside you, a deep groan leaving his lips as his cum fills you. You two collapsed on the bed, his body weight on top of you.

“Move over Red,” Frank said, looming over you as Matt moves over before Frank mounts you. Matt’s cum formed a slippery lube that made Frank’s cock ease its way as it thrusts. Your body was still weak from your high. He grabs onto your hair as he ruts into you, continuing his hard pace against your body. “You like that?” he said, stroking your sore cock back to hardness.

“Ye–yes, fuck,” you moaned.

Matt was at the edge of the bed, soothing your hair as he peppered kisses all over your face. The bed creaked as Frank humped you, veins popping across his arms as his grip on you tightened, you’re sure it would leave marks. He pulled out, leaving you to gasp from the sudden lack of fullness. He sits back on the headboard of your bed, legs sprawled as he gestures for you to ride him. You mount yourself on his hardness, sitting on his thick and hairy thighs. Matt sits on the edge of the bed, his erection coming back from the sight of you two.

“Take it like a good boy,” Frank praises. You hold onto his chest as you feel the hardness enter you, some of Matt’s cum leaking out. You take Frank’s lips, you now realize how abrasive his stubble was. You move your hips around and around, Frank lets out curses here and there. He pulls your head back, littering your neck with more marks, his fingers find your nipples, teasing them to draw out more moans from you.

Franks sees Matt on the side, his hard already leaking precum just from watching you take Frank’s cock. He calls for Matt to come to you two, to join back in. You feel Matt’s fingertips on your skin, your body is now so filled with stimulation, his mere touch driving you wild. You feel his erection on your back, his lips attached to your shoulders. He takes his leaking cock and presses into your hole, the size alongside Frank’s was a tight fit, your breathing quickens from all the pressure. The two men made sure to guide you and praise you as you take both of their lengths.

You cry out from the sensation. Frank takes your lips to stifle your cries, tears fall from your eyes as your tongues touch, and Matt inches to join your kiss. The three of you kiss into the pain, The two men slowly moving inside you. The pressure was so intense but the arousal overcame, your sex was so hard, leaking so much into Frank’s abdomen. They start to thrust, Matt could feel his sensitive frenulum rub on Frank’s, it made his eyes roll back, his senses overflowing.

All of you reeked of sex, the sounds of slapping skin and wet tongues fighting for dominance against the grunts and moans. The constant rocking was making the bed hit the wall, the mattress moved as if there were an earthquake. You were all covered in sweat, hair sticking onto skin, Hands gripping the wooden headboard, fingertips roaming skin, and tongues lashing on each other.

Everything felt like a blur to you, you were being rocked back and forth like a playground swing, your core sore from the fucking, and there were pairs of hands all over you touching your most sensitive spots. You could feel the climax, creeping into your body tingling your coccyx to the highest peak of your spine. You felt their erratic thrusts, Frank was a groaning mess under you, his neck all red and his face flushed. Matt was a noisy mess on your ear, cursing and calling your name like a prayer, his arm wrapped around your waist as he fucked.

You were at your peak, arousal overflowed from your body into theirs. Their cum filling into you. You all yelped out in pleasure as you rode your highs. Frank dug his hands into your thighs as Matt hid his forehead on your shoulder, rutting their fill into you. The next few minutes came to you in flashing lights, like fireworks spraying colored lights all over the room.

You woke up the next day to two heavy bodies at your sides. Matt’s arms around your waist with your head resting on Frank’s chest. All of you reeked of sweat and cum. As you turned you saw Matt’s eyes flutter, his long lashes flicking as his golden eyes beamed under the sunlight.

“Sorry about last night,” he whispered.

“Why? I had fun,” you said, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“You sure?” he said, as he rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks.

“Pretty sore but nothing a pain reliever won’t fix,” you said.

“I guess you’re right, making out fixes everything,” Frank said, his voice deeper. He joins you and Matt, pressing kisses all over your shoulders. Matt takes this as a sign to kiss you all over your neck, their hands snaking all over your body. “What’s good for breakfast around here?” Frank said in between kisses.

“There’s a good diner across the street,” Matt said, leaving soothing kisses on the marks they left on your neck. Your body was so sore and painful, but these men made sure to make it up to you. You woke up last night to them cleaning you up, Matt wiping you with a damp cloth and Frank rummaging through your closet to grab something for you to wear. Despite their rough lifestyles, they made sure you were taken care of. Maybe a little less pain and suffering next time though.

“But first,” you said, pulling away from them.” Shower.”

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vinnyhongnsfwgurl · 3 months

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1st Vinny Hong FanFic? I literally have no idea what this should be LOL

Hello all Windbreaker fans and Vinny Hong lovers. This is my first Vinny Hong x female reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy and comments/feedback is always welcome! Thanks :3

So, I didn't realize what kind of fanfic this would be after I finished writing it LMAO. Complete despair and heartbreak hahaha. I just chose to write and not think to hard. tbh I'm pretty happy with it. Let me know what you think :) .... also I did not proof read haha I am lazy.

I think I'll do a part 2 to this one!

"y/n? ...... y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

You're head snaps up to look at your mother sitting in the hospital bed next to you. She looked at you slightly worried.

She tilted her head as she asked "Are you okay? I called your name multiple times."

You sat up straighter in your chair and nodded. "Yes. Sorry. I, uh, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment." A lot had happened in the past couple of weeks. My mother got very sick and ended up in the hospital for a second time, nearly dying due to a brain aneurysm. It had put a lot of stress on every part of our lives, mostly financially. We weren't poor, but we certainly did not have the luxury to not work and stay in the hospital for extended periods.

I had thought about picking up extra hours at my part-time job, but I knew it wouldn't help much and I knew my studies would suffer. I was already struggling to keep my grades up. Besides my part-time job, I had to train for the upcoming final race of League of Streets. I was a part of Hummingbird and it was amazing but like my personal life, it was a mess. So much had happened with our team.

The most recent event was Vinny leaving our team deciding to ride with the Ghost crew. He started doing small races for money, which were broadcasted online. I had seen a few. Everyone was confused and upset including me. The whole reason we created Hummingbird was to compete in LOS and win the price money for Vinny's mother but I guess he had different plans in mind.

"It'll be okay honey" my mom said as she reached for my hand. I let let her hold my hand. It was warm and reassuring.

I smiled. "I know mom. I'm glad you're alright .... I was really scared actually." I could feel the pressure behind my eyes build up.

My mom started tearing up. "I know. I know y/n. but it's okay, I'm okay." She squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. "yeah."

After a few minutes and making sure my mother didn't need anything, I hugged her goodbye and started making my way out of the hospital. I took a seat on a bench that was stationed right next to the entrance of hospital. I had taken a bus here and planned on taking it to get back home. It only took me ten minutes to get to the bus stop, so I had a bit of time before I had to leave. I was really tired and too stressed. I found myself looking for more quiet moments out of my day.

I looked out toward the street across from the hospital. It was already dark out, but there was quite a bit of traffic. Honking interrupted the empty, docile night every now and than.

I heard footsteps come around the corner that ended abruptly once they caught up to the bench I was sitting at. As I turned my head to see what or who it was, I hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Vinny. It was all I thought as my eyes met his. His red eye seemed strikingly brighter than it usually was. Maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Oh. I was visiting my mom. She recently had surgery." I explained. ".... Are you hear to see your mom?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second before answering my question. "Yeah, she's staying here."

"MMm that's good. Glad to hear she is getting treatment" I said.

"What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"oh yeah! The surgery went well, so everything is good." I gave a sheepish thumbs up. I always became painfully aware of how awkward I felt when interacting with Vinny. I was a fairly shy person and it didn't help how handsome I thought he was. It took time in the beginning for us to get along and establish a relationship. It wasn't hard for me to figure out soon after that I was falling in love with him.

There was a lot I learned about him after Hummingbird was formed and the more I learned the more I desired to be near him. He was hot headed and pretty reserved, but it never really bothered me. I always went out of my way to greet him at practice and I chat with him when I could. I never cared if it was just small talk.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying "Good to hear that."

I knew what what was coming next, or what wasn't. This would be the end of our conversation. I didn't want it to be.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He said plainly.

"And Jack?" following it up with a smile.

"He's fine too."

Man of few words I thought. I was used to it but I always wondered what actually behind those words: I'm fine.

"Are you really doing fine? I know I'm probably not the first person you think of when you want to talk to someone, but you're my friend. I'm here for you." I blurted out without much thinking.

When I had mentioned how confusing and upset I was when he left our crew, it was an understatement. I was sad and hurt. I also felt so helpless. He left us all behind and had no desire to return.

I looked down at the backpack I held in my arms. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it seemed enough.

"I'm sorry for everything that's happened. I know you're having a hard time. I wish you hadn't had to leave the team."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, y/n. You don't need to." He replied.

Vinny walked up closer to me until he stood just a few inches from my feet. I looked up and he gaze had softened just a bit.

"You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on yourself. You have a lot going on."

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence as Vinny and I held each other's gaze.

Then Vinny turned to leave. "I'll see you later y/n."

Before he took another step, I reached for his hand. It was a light grasp, just enough to stop him.

"Come back to Hummingbird ..... at least, at some point. We'll wait for you. It's nothing without you"

Vinny just stared at me before pulling his hand away from my mine.

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or weeks from now! J-just come back. Please." I could feel a increase in my heart rate and the pressure behind my eyes building up again.

Vinny sighed and turned away from me.

"There's no reason for me to come back." He said sternly. "There's nothing you or the others can offer me." He continued has he started walking away.

Something warm slid down the right side of me cheek. I blinked and more came out. I was crying.

I just stood there as I continued to watch him walk away. My crying only worsened and I could feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give up on you Vinny I thought as I recollected the memories of us together and how much our relationship progressed.

I just can't Vinny. I won't. I love you.

After he was well out of my sight, I finally left for the bus station. I cried the entire way.

For once, I wished it wasn't so quiet out.

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fanfiction4sooya · 8 months

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Could you write about yena with this edit

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjLWpwJp/

Finally had time to sit and write this one!! Hope you like it, hun 💖💖💖 (this edit has been hunting my mind since the day you sent it, fuck 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤)

tw: crazy jealousy (seriously crazy), mentions of arson, face slapping, G!P yena, unprotected sex, agonophilia (fight kink), blowjobs, reader is a little shit, fingering, toxic relationship creampie, etc.

It's been two weeks since you and Yena had broke things off. You were very aware of the fact that she was trying to contact you by any means and you didn't care because in all honesty, you wanted her to suffer at least a little before you got back to her (as always). Toxic, yeah. But what else could you say? Yena had the best dick in town and you two loved each other very much.

You knew she was going to find you. She always did.

When you saw her across the club you had to put on your most annoyed face and leave your friends with the excuse of going to another girls house. It wasn't actually an excuse since Chaewon did ask you to sleep at her place, but since Yena and Chaewon had the biggest beef in history, that invitation was the perfect plan to make her go crazy.

You stood outside waiting for an uber and of course hoping Yena would fall into that little plan of yours. Looking around, you saw her black mustang stop right in front of you. Rolling your eyes, you stared at your phone.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her voice friendly and smooth.

"None of your business" You bend a bit, noticing how she eyed your cleavage, then acknowledged your mini skirt.

"It's late, I'll give you a ride" She said, her left hand on the steering wheel. Fucking attractive.

"I would rather chew glass" You told her, looking at your phone again. Of course you had already cancelled your uber ride. You saw her demeanor change a bit, internally smiling. "You told me to stay away from you, now you wanna give me a ride?" Your voice was like butter, melting into the word 'ride'.

"Come on, what kind of person do you take me for?" She told you as cars started honking behind her car. "I would never want you in any danger baby, even if we are broken up" You anxiously looked at the line of cars behind her, some of them were yelling for her to get out of the way.

"You are slowing traffic, Yena" You told her, fake annoyance on your voice. Oh how you loved she was just as crazy for you as you were for her.

"I won't leave until you get in this car" She turned the engine off, smirking. She was wearing a black hood and she did a pretty makeup on her eyes.

"You fucker" You told her, immediately hoping in, shutting the car door with so much force that even your ears hurt. Crossing your arms you motioned for her to go. "What are you waiting for? Go" She turned the engine on, shaking her head.

"Would the princess mind to tell me where?" Her smirk was there and you knew it was about to disappear in a second.

"Chaewon's house" You simply said, looking ahead but very aware of her grip on the steering wheel and the way her demeanor changed.

She kept staring at you from time to time, side eyeing you and your outfit. You were sure jealousy was eating her insides, her tongue swirling inside her mouth in the most attractive and angry way. She took a deep breath, her addam's apple very visible when she gulped.

"Now what? Are you and her fucking?" She finally said and you smiled before turning your whole body to face her.

"What if we are?" You crossed your legs, your skimpy skirt going up almost enough to show everything underneath. "Last time I checked, I am single" You shrugged. "You broke up with me, remember?" You leaned a little bit to her side so she could smell your perfume, that same perfume you knew it was her favorite one.

"I broke up with you because you burned my favorite jacket!" She slightly raised her voice so you did it too.

"Oh yeah, because you were talking to that girl Miyeon when I specifically told you that it made me uncomfortable because she very clearly flirted with you!" You shouted louder. "You were lucky I didn't burn your house down!" You crossed your arms, a visible pout on your lips.

"You are a psycho!" She yelled and you laughed.

"Oh yeah, I'll add that to the list of names you called me: Crazy bitch, menace and psycho" You counted on your fingers. "If I'm all that why the fuck are you worried about who I fuck or not Yena? Why are you taking me to the house of the girl that has been trying to fuck me for about four years now?"

She simply stopped talking, grazing her tongue on her lower lip, biting them. You saw her pull up to an empty parking lot, stopping the car and leaving.

"Yena? What the fuck are we doing here, take me to Chaewon's house right now!"

She was already opening your car door, pulling you out to push you against the back door, pinning both of your arms to your sides.

"I'm not taking you anywhere" She said, forcibly kissing your lips as you tried to let go.

"Let go of me" You tried to fight her off, your panties coated with slick as you did so.

"Or what?" she said, kissing your bare shoulder and neck, biting you hard. You whimpered, your knees getting weak.

"I-I'm gonna scream" You stopped resisting as her body now pressed against yours, her bulge grinding against you as she hissed.

"Scream for who, baby?" She told you, leaving love bites on your jaw and kissing you next.

Yena's tongue felt hot against yours, sloppy. You knew she missed you, but the way she was breathing heavier and heavier as you kissed made you see her in another light. You pushed her, switching positions to get on your knees and pull her cock out of her jeans. You saw it twitch on the dim light of the empty parking lot, swirling your tongue against the tip and making Yena moan.

"I missed your tongue on my cock, princess" She wrapped her hand on your hair, pulling you off of her cock so she could look at your face. "Put your tongue out for me"She said and you did it, feeling her tap her dick on your flat tongue a few times just so she would stick it to the back of your throat again and make you gag and moan.

She took it out of your mouth, pulling you up for another sloppy kiss. Her lips felt velvety, delicious. She went down to her knees as well, pulling your panties to the side, immediately sticking her tongue on your slit to gather your juices on it. You loudly moaned, holding on the car for support as she sucked your aching clit, sticking two fingers in your cunt.

"I've missed your taste, fuck" She said, pumping her fingers in and out of you and you pulled her up so you could kiss her coated lips. her fingers didn't stop fucking you and you started to pump her cock as well.

"Baby, please it feels too good" You cried out against her lips, clenching hard on her fingers. "Please baby, don't stop"She smiled, fucking you harder and harder.

"Just cum for me, baby" You closed your eyes, coming hard on her fingers and knowing very well she was holding herself back from coming as well.

She held you tight against her as you came down from your high, shaking hard. You whined, feeling her hard cock against you.

"Fuck me Yena, please" You moaned against her skin, kissing her neck and lining her cock on your slit, she held one of your legs up to better access and you both gasped audibly when she fully entered you.

"Oh, I missed you" she said for the third time closing her eyes and you blushed, feeling butterflies on your stomach upon hearing that.

"I missed you too" You hugged her neck to kiss her and she started to fuck you hard against the car, rutting against you and possessively holding your hips to fully slam her cock into you. "Tell me if Chaewon would fuck you better than me" She gritted her teeth, her eyes dark locked into yours. You screamed, rolling your eyes as you felt your body lose strength. "I am the only one that can make you feel this good" She thumbed your clit making you jolt.

You slapped her face, not with too much force, just enough to make her look at you and pay close attention.

"You pull any shit on me again I'll leave you for good" You said through moans and sobs, sinking your fingernails on her neck and scratching her. "Just know -Oh my fucking god" You closed your eyes as she slammed harder and harder, reaching deep into you. "No pussy will ever feel like mine, baby"

"I'm gonna cum princess, fuck" She stammered, hips going to a full stop with her cock inside you as he came hard and you did as well, both of you throbbing hard.

She lazily kissed you, holding your body against her in the most protective way. Her heart beating fast against yours. You moved her sweaty bangs from her forehead, caressing her face.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" She asked talking about Chaewon, after a few moments of silence. You chuckled, hiding your face on her neck and smelling her perfume and her natural scent. "I knew it" She kissed your forehead.

"You did that whole scene with Miyeon on purpose as well, didn't you?" She went silent, biting her lip.

"yes, but I didn't thought you were going to have a full on arson meltdown on me" You hit her arm and she held your arms down, pinning them to the car, smiling. "What can I say? I like it when you get all possessive over me baby"

You playfully tried to bite her and she laughed, trying to dodge your bites.

"I'll punish your for that Choi Yena" You said.

She opened the back door, pushing you inside and getting between your legs, your pussy dripping with her cum and yours.

"Oh, please do" She kissed you, her cock starting to get hard again. "You can do whatever you want with me, my love" She said.

And you did.

Over and over again in the back seat of her black mustang, until the sun started to rise.

#gxg smut #choi yena #yena smut #yena x you #yena x reader #izone yena

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fl4r3z · 6 months

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𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚎

Sypnsis: You're horny for Satoru in class, so he helps you out.

Warning: Smut, smut w/ plot, cum, quickie, Satoru comes inside you, Dom!Satoru, fem!reader, desk fucking, skipping class, MDNI blank and ageless blogs will be blocked, both Satoru and reader is on legal age, you're horny for Satoru.

NSFW BELOW

You were awoken by the sound of your alarm going off, it was just the start of the day and you were already stressed. You lazily got up from your bed to turn your alarm off, you left your room to quickly make breakfast to boost your body. After munching ever so slowly, you heard your phone ring.

"Satoru"

It was your boyfriend, you hastly picked up your phone to answer his call.

"Are you coming to school today?" Satoru questioned you.

"I didn't wanna but we have our tests today, and i'm also going just to see you" You corresponded.

"You love me so much (name), i'll see you on campus" Before you could even responded, Satoru has already ended the call. You sighed and went up your room to get dressed for school.

After what felt like years of dressing up, you finally headed out your apartment. It was dead silent outside, except for the continuously honking vehicles and the vehicle machines. You already felt tired just by walking through the side walk.

You finally reached your campus and slowly went up to your locker to unpack your overly heavy backpack. You opened your locker and saw your boyfriends reflection on the mirror.

"Hi (name)!" Satoru greeted you with his usual smirk and his voice sounds like he's teasing you.

You hurridly put your items inside your locker to properly talk to him.

"Satoru, did you study for our tests? i didn't have time to re-"

"I told you that you shouldn't have gone to Yuji's party, you're trying to pull your marks up right? focus on your studies love." He cutted you off. With that tone of his voice, you felt the heat creep up between your legs.

"Well..I did explain to Nobara and Yuji but they forced me to go either way! and plus I THINK i still have some stock knowledge inside my brain.." You probably said that too loud cause the whole hallway looked at you. How embarrassing. Satoru felt like he was about to burst out laughing until the bell rang.

"Well let's see that 'stock knowledge' of yours" He winked at you. You honestly felt the heat rising up once again as you felt butterflies in your stomach. You two went to class together and sat down next to each other.

As soon as you sat on your chair you already felt lonely as you were separated from your dear boyfriend even though he's just 2 feet away from you. You were a quite needy and clingy type if they'd let Satoru to describe you within two personalities. Even if the bell has rung, the instructor was no where to be seen.

About 10 minutes had pass, the school instructor was still yet not to be seen, the other students were talking about how there would be no classes since the instructor was never late. Satoru was getting quite bored so he turned to you to talk.

"Oi (name), i'm bored" Satoru blurted out.

"Hopefully there is no classes for today...i really just wanna go home and sleep peacefully next to you" You released a sigh.

"Hopefully there's classes today, I wanna see you suffer with the test." He snickered then giggled. He wasn't really that mean, he just sees that seeing you suffer turns him on...he won't admit it, but he loves seeing you release a sigh after another and another. He absolutely wants to mess with your mind so bad that he'll literally just fuck you until your mind goes dumb.

"Are you serious? You really wanna see me suffer?" He swears that he could hear disappointment in your voice after you spoke. If you were gonna be honest, hearing Satoru's voice makes you wanna edge or masturbate until you cry out of pleasure, so him saying that he wanted to see you suffer badly makes you really, really wet. You probably just don't know, but your boyfriend already knows how soaked you are underneath your skimpy little skirt. He's just waiting for the perfect time to go to somewhere else private to fuck the shit out of you.

But you know what? He didn't wanna wait anymore, he grabbed you by your wrists and stormed out of the room. You both were practically running in the hallway until you saw your Instructor walking in the hallway. You both went for the opposite direction to avoid getting scolded.

"Satoru! What is th-" He covered your mouth and shushed you waiting until the instructor went inside a room. You both raced to the nearest empty classroom.

"What are we doing?" You asked Satoru demanding for an explanation. He cutted you off by pinning you to the tables edge and kissing you. It was all of the sudden and your body had no time to react, so you started grabbing his sleeves for support.

"Mmnh.." He could tell that you were really enjoying this kiss.

He pulled away leaving a trail of your conjoined saliva. He then twirled you to face the table and bent you over. Now you absolutely found that hot. You were an absolute blushing mess.

"Look at how wet you are (name)..." He put his thumb over your clothed pussy to feel your wetness. He then started rubbing his thumb causing you to release a shaky sigh.

"Isn't this what you wanted (name)? You were practically begging for this..." He moved your panties to the side and pushed his digits into you causing you to moan. Your dreams were finally coming true, Satoru was about to fuck you. He added another finger and started moving it in and out of your pussy, you were so wet that it made loud squelching noises.

"(name) your pussy is clenching so hard on my fingers, it makes me wanna feel you clench on my cock aswell.." And with that he took his fingers out, you felt empty without his fingers inside you. But that would be temporary since you heared him unzip his pants behind you.

"Satoru please..."

"Please what darling? Use your words.." Obviously he was teasing you and you already felt embarrassed.

"Please...please just..fuck me.." You were about to die of embarrassment but then you felt a smack on your ass.

"As you wish (name)." He didn't even give a warning and slammed inside you causing you to moan insanely loud, Satoru then stuffed his fingers into your mouth to keep you from being heard. He only inserted his cock and you already felt dumb.

Satoru started moving his hips which made you release anorher moan, it vibrated through his fingers as it was inside of your mouth to keep your volume low enough for both of you to hear.

After some while, he increased the pace and went faster making you moan after moan after moan. It felt so amazing being fucked by Satoru.

"Mngh..S-satoru..i'm close..!" You felt yourself spasming as he continued slamming inside you.

"Come for me (name).."

After about a minute you orgasmed and so does Satoru. You both were panting and was out of breath.

"God, (Name) you felt amazing.." He said laying another sharp slap in your ass.

"Let's fix ourselves, we're definitely in huge trouble."

"It was worth the trouble to be able to fuck you" Satoru smirked at you and headed out the classroom.

Satoru Gojo really is a big tease.

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my-illness-and-me · 5 months

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It is 7:30am. The sun is a bit too bright and everything is a bit too loud. A girl sits next to me on the bus. She tries to be loud and talk to me. I do not know her. I have never seen her before. Her voice is like a thousand tiny knives stabbing my skull and her presence sends aldrenaline coursing through my veins. I am not a social person. It takes everything in me to find my voice. “Can you please leave me alone? I have a migraine.”

I am just now learning to stand up for my needs and people like her who do not understand the concept of boundaries do not make it easy. “A migraine? I get headaches too. You’ll be fine.” That statement alone tells me that this ride is not going to be peaceful. “Migraines and headaches are not the same thing. Migraine is a complex neurological condition that I suffer from chronically. It’s an illness.” She gives me the patented fake claimer look. “But you don’t look sick.” And she’s not wrong.

From first glance I don’t look sick. But if she were to look closer instead of assuming she knows everything about me she would see how pale I was and how weak I was becoming. She would see the way I flinched when the sun hit my face and when a car outside would honk it’s horn.

I hear my braver half in my head, fighting to be free. I hear his words. “Okay, no. That’s what we aren’t going to do. You don’t have to believe that I’m sick. But you do not get to sit there and tell me why I’m not. You are not my neurologist. You were not there for the 26 different medications and the ER trips and the nights spent crying in pain. You did not hold my hair back when the slightest bit of light made me throw up. I don’t owe you my medical records. You are going to listen when I tell you what I need.” But the words never leave my mouth. What I end up doing is responding with “Okay”, putting my headphones in, closing my eyes, and turning to the window.

She mistakes my silence as confirmation that she is correct. I am much too tired and in too much pain to correct her.

#migraine #chronically ill #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronic migraine #spoonie #spoonie life

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gerrystamour · 1 year

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i could be honest, i could be human [Chapters 7 & 8]

Rated E | Steddie

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“Dude, are you okay—” “No, I’m not okay, Munson! Why else would you be here?” Steve asked weakly, laughing humorlessly as tears burned his eyes all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked, and his voice sounded tight and closed off. “Just figured you have some kind of psychic ability that tells you when I’m miserable and concussed at this point,” Steve replied. CW: You meet Steve's parents in the B-Side, and while nothing physically happens, Steve's dad does come at him. Again, nothing actually happens, but it's a close thing.

Chapter Seven: July 1985

There were a lot of things Steve did that were beyond stupid and alarmingly self-destructive. One of those things was, apparently, driving while suffering from a head injury. He was fine though, and it was a short drive on quiet roads. Steve was just picking Robin up from her place, and they were going back to his house.

It was fine; Steve just had to take it easy.

It was fine up until some dipshit blew a stop sign in front of him and between slamming on his brakes and swerving, Steve narrowly missed T-boning them. There was a split second where the driver and Steve made eye-contact and he knew it was just some dumb teenager.

All Steve saw was Billy Hargrove.

The other driver honked at him as they sped away, but Steve was already pulling over. He didn’t even shut the Beemer off before he all but fell out of the driver’s seat and onto the street. Steve eventually ended up on the curb, bathed in the yellow glow of his headlights as he tried to calm his breathing down.

Not only was there a dead girl in his pool, now there was a dead boy in every near-miss on the road?

“Grow the fuck up,” Steve growled at himself as he screwed his eyes shut against the tears that were flooding them. His face, especially his eye, was very much still in pain from being beaten by the Russians,and staving off his breakdown was sending fresh waves of agony through him. Burying his hands in his hair, he pulled it sharply and hissed, “C’mon, Harrington, get it together.”

Robin was expecting him, and she was going to be worried if he was late. She was going to be upset, and it was going to be his fault because he was having a breakdown on the side of the fucking road. How was he supposed to protect the people he cared about if he couldn’t actually handle doing it? What was the point of having his pain tolerance in a crisis if he was going to be a mess about it after?

And what if they weren’t done? What if somehow the Upside Down came back, with Hopper dead and the Byers’ leaving? That just left Steve, and there he was huddled on the side of the road, barely keeping it together. What use would he be if the world ended again?

“We gotta stop running into each other like this, Stevie.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson,” Steve snapped explosively as he startled and tried to jump to his feet, desperate to get back into his car. He didn’t want Eddie to see him like that, unsure of what he was more scared of—the way Eddie laughed at him the first time he saw Steve beaten and bloody, or the sincere concern of the second time.

He was too raw to handle either reaction with any amount of grace.

But his attempt to stand triggered a dizzy-spell so intense it took everything in him not to fall on his face, landing hard on his hands and knees where he dry-heaved roughly.

“Dude, are you okay—”

“No, I’m not okay, Munson! Why else would you be here?” Steve asked weakly, laughing humorlessly as tears burned his eyes all over again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked, and his voice sounded tight and closed off.

“Just figured you have some kind of psychic ability that tells you when I’m miserable and concussed at this point,” Steve replied. “What are you even doing here?”

“The drummer for my band? Gareth? He lives nearby and we were practicing. I was heading home when I saw your car pulled over,” Eddie explained before quietly adding, “I thought you maybe got into an accident.”

Steve let out a sigh and climbed to his feet a bit slower, relieved when the world didn’t spin around him. He had missed his chance to escape already, so Steve just turned around to face Eddie, holding his arms straight out and closing his eyes. “There you go, you’ve checked on me.”

“Jesus, Steve, who did this to you?”

Steve jumped when Eddie’s voice was closer than he had expected. Opening his eyes, he found Eddie standing right in front of him, dark eyes wide and searching as he noted every visible injury. The blatant concern felt like a hot knife in Steve’s gut and he had to fight the urge to hold onto Eddie tightly and sob.

“No one did this,” Steve lied, shivering under the weight of Eddie’s searching gaze. He knew the lie was obvious in his voice, but it was the first time he had to fend off legitimate concern from someone who didn’t know the real story of what happened. “I work—I used to work at Starcourt. I got hurt in the fire.”

“So the mall fire, what, hand-cuffed and beat you?” Eddie asked sharply, his eyes flickering pointedly at Steve’s wrists. They were exposed with how Steve was standing, and the nasty bruising on them was unmistakable; nearly perfect bands of purple and black all the way around both of his wrists.

Lowering his hands, Steve fixed his sleeves and stuttered, “That’s not—seriously, some debris fell on me while I was escaping—”

“Listen, I might’ve failed senior year twice, but I’m not fucking stupid,” Eddie snapped and Steve’s gaze snapped back to his face.

Shame flooded his gut at the hurt in Eddie’s expression and for the first time he wished he didn’t have to lie. Normally, lying to everyone after being forced to save the world was the best part. He got to pretend that none of it happened, was encouraged to, even. It was especially comforting to lie this time with how much all of them lost. With Hopper, even that asshole Billy…

“You’re not stupid, you’re right,” Steve said quickly, scuffing his foot a bit, and Eddie’s hurt expression faltered. “And I’m not trying to treat you like you are. Just… I was hurt in a bunch of events that ended in a big fire.”

Eddie’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Did you sign some sort of confidentiality thing?”

“Something like that,” Steve replied, chuckling with relief that Eddie caught on. “Sorry, I can’t say more. It’s an insurance thing, I guess.”

Eddie considered him for a few moments before nodding. “So… what were you doing sitting here?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Someone almost hit me, I got nauseous after swerving,” Steve half-lied, shrugging a bit.

“Should you be driving at all like this?” Eddie asked, and he stepped closer as he reached out to gently touch Steve’s cheek. It was like the first time Eddie saw him beat up, yet completely different. That fluttering returned to Steve’s stomach and chest in full-force. He knew with certainty that he wasn’t embarrassed, so why did he feel like that?

“Can you even see out of this eye?”

Steve jolted out of his fuzzy thoughts, blinking up at Eddie who was standing even closer to him.

“What?” he asked, almost dazed when Eddie shifted his hand to hold his chin and turn his head a bit.

“I asked if you can even see out of this eye. It’s basically swollen shut,” Eddie elaborated and Steve finally snapped out of it, stepping back but not completely out of his reach.

“I’m not answering that. I’m fine, Munson. This isn’t my first head injury,” Steve said flippantly with an empty little chuckle.

“Hate to break it to you, Stevie, but I’m pretty sure things get worse with each new head injury,” Eddie said, and now he was starting to sound like Nancy—who, once again, had been insisting that Steve go to a doctor daily.

With the tail-end of that thought trailing off in his mind, Steve looked up at Eddie, who was still in his space and holding his chin gently. He was staring down at him with his wide brown eyes, his dark curly hair framing his face. There was a moment when Steve dazedly thought, ‘more similarities with Nancy.’

That was the moment something clicked into place at the back of Steve’s mind. That fluttering, swooping feeling in his gut wasn’t completely unfamiliar. It was the same sensation he used to have when he would talk to Nancy, when he would hold her hand, when they kissed, when they—

Steve took a shaky few steps back, out of Eddie’s reach completely and put an immediate stop to those thoughts. There was absolutely no way he was about to have that sort of crisis about Eddie Munson while concussed. At least, not on the side of the road with Eddie Munson there to see it. He would wait until he was with someone who would maybe understand, or at least support him, help him work through it.

Like Robin, who was waiting for him.

“Then the damage is already done,” Steve finally replied after a minute of talking himself down from what felt like another panic attack. He started to walk backward to his car, watching Eddie’s face as he said, “Thanks, for the talk.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a secretive little grin, almost as if he knew what Steve was thinking about. “Anytime, Stevie,” he called back, still grinning as Steve got into his car.

It wasn’t until Steve was nearly to Robin’s that he realized what Eddie had been calling him the whole time.

❖

When he finally arrived at Robin’s, he had decided that he wouldn’t talk about that internal crisis until he wasn’t concussed anymore. Maybe it would go away when his ears stopped ringing and the world stopped spinning?

Bottom line, any thoughts about that were too overwhelming to think about, so Steve put a stop to them abruptly and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Took you long enough,” Robin complained as she threw herself into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Steve flinched at the loud noise and Robin winced apologetically. “I was super worried.”

“I’m sorry, Robs,” Steve said gently, pulling away from the curb carefully. “I had to pull over for a bit.”

“Are you still dizzy? You shouldn’t be driving!” Robin scolded, looking around.

“I’m not always dizzy. There was another car, had to swerve and that got me all fucked up,” Steve replied honestly, keeping it vague enough to tell Robin without triggering another panic attack.

“Oh, okay. Are you okay, though? You seem… weird,” she asked quietly and Steve thought about Eddie. Pushing that thought away, he sighed.

“Can we get to my place before I start answering that?” he asked, trying to sound less like he was about to lose it than he felt, but he didn’t quite manage it.

“Yeah, Steve, of course,” Robin still agreed, and he could hear the tentative, comforting smile in her voice.

Steve loved that about Robin, the way she could push him if she wanted to, and how she often did. But she was also very good at knowing when to back off of him most of the time. Robin went on constantly about how she was bad at social cues, but in his experience she was just fine. Perfect, honestly.

When a hand covered his on the gearshift, Steve jumped a bit but immediately lifted his hand just enough for slender fingers to weave between his tightly. And just like that, they were sort of holding hands while Steve drove carefully to his quiet, empty house.

Upon arriving at the Harrington residence, Robin busied herself with digging through the cupboards, gathering the fixings to make a halfway decent spaghetti while she chattered away about some options for new jobs.

“Melvald’s will be hiring with Ms. Byers leaving at the end of the summer, which might be a good fit for you!” she said, but Steve just frowned.

“What about you?” he asked, and Robin rolled her eyes.

“I have to go back to school in September, Dingus,” she reminded him flatly. “You, however, are a free man!”

“I don’t want to work at Melvald’s,” Steve said with a grimace.

Robin stopped stirring the spaghetti sauce to look over at Steve with an affectionate smile. “You’d really say no to a cushy full-time job to work somewhere with me?” she asked, and he could tell she wasn’t just playing up her skepticism.

“Like I said, I like being your schmuck,” Steve reassured her with a fond smile of his own before dropping a kiss onto her forehead.

Robin grinned and flushed at that then shook her head. “You’re so stupid,” she muttered as she returned to making their dinner.

They ate their food sitting in the middle of the floor of the living room while a movie played on the TV quietly. Once Steve’s busted eye and lip looked less awful, they were going to apply at Family Video together. Robin was convinced that she had an in with Keith, which was a relief because Steve knew that guy hated his guts.

“What’s going on under all that hair, Dingus?”

Steve jolted and looked at Robin, frowning a bit. “Nothing?” he supplied, and she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, maybe right now it was nothing, but what was up with you in the car? You said to wait until we were here, and I did, and I even made us dinner and put on a movie before asking again,” Robin rambled quickly before taking a deep breath. “And you keep going somewhere far away if I’m not talking to you and it’s a little scary. I’m not used to you looking so pensive and serious all the time.”

Steve laughed at that, shaking his head. “Gee, thanks, Robs,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“It’s true!” she laughed, slapping at his leg.

With a sigh, Steve considered how to broach the topic. He didn’t want to discuss Eddie specifically because that would just focus Robin on the wrong part of his crisis. But how could he bring up the issue without talking about Eddie?

“Can we talk about it in bed?” he asked, and when Robin inhaled to argue, he added, “as in let’s go to bed right now and talk about it, Robs.”

At the clarification, Robin closed her mouth and mulled it over. “Fine, but if you try to get out of talking by pretending to sleep, I’m shaving your eyebrows off,” she said and turned off the TV.

They made quick work of cleaning up after their dinner before hurrying upstairs. They kept their conversation light as they changed with their backs turned to the other, Robin talking about one of her past crushes that Steve agreed whole-heartedly with.

Once they were tucked up under his comforter, shoulder-to-shoulder and heads tilted against each other, Steve knew he was out of time to stall.

“Remember your eyebrows, Steve,” Robin threatened lightly as the silence dragged on and he huffed out a laugh.

“How did you know…?” he asked, faltering before he finished the question properly.

Robin was quiet for several moments, trying to piece together what he was asking. “How did I know… what?” she finally asked and Steve tangled their fingers together between them.

“How did you know that you like-liked girls?” Steve elaborated quietly and he felt Robin tense beside him.

“Why is that what you’re thinking about?” she asked after a bit, and Steve flushed at that.

“Yeah, that’s pretty stupid, and weird to ask. I’m sorry, forget I asked,” he said quickly, shrugging.

“No, stop that, I just wasn’t expecting it,” Robin said quickly before sighing. “I dunno, Steve, for the longest time I thought everybody felt like I did about girls because, like, have you seen girls?”

“For sure,” Steve agreed easily, and he meant it. It wasn’t like his appreciation for girls was fake, but neither was his attraction to Eddie Munson.

“I think I was in seventh grade when I realized I was different. I didn’t get why one of my friends was being stupid about a boy, and she was telling me all about how he made her feel, and she said that she had a crush on him and that’s what all those feelings meant,” she continued, shrugging. “And I realized that I had all those feelings about her, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Steve hummed, squeezing Robin’s hand comfortingly. With a shaky breath, Steve asked, “Do you know if it’s possible, or like, okay to like both boys and girls?”

“I mean, duh?” Robin said with an incredulous laugh that she cut short. Suddenly, she was propped up on an elbow and looking down at Steve. “But I don’t, and I won’t. I’m gay, only into girls. If this is a weird play to get me to date you—”

“What? Ew, Robs, no. I haven’t been attracted to you since you got all mopey about Tammy fuckin’ Thompson,” Steve said quickly, then added, “Like obviously you’re hot, and a catch, and you’re going to make some very lucky girl happy someday, but respectfully, ew.”

Robin narrowed her eyes at him, assessing his expression carefully. “Okay, yeah, people can like both, just like they can like just girls or just boys,” she said. “There aren’t, like, rules.”

“That makes sense,” Steve replied, mulling Robin’s words over in his head.

“Hey, Dingus, care to make this line of questions make sense?” Robin asked, flicking Steve’s nose gently.

“I think… I like guys,” Steve finally said, his voice so quiet he thought that maybe Robin didn’t hear him for how long the silence stretched after. Anxiety clawed at his guts as he stared resolutely up at the ceiling, chewing his lip. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Robs?”

“Oh, shit, I was waiting—sorry, I thought you were going to say more, just—holy shit,” Robin finally babbled in a rush, and Steve looked at her. Shock was evident in her expression, but she was smiling at him. “That must be a lot, huh?”

Steve laughed weakly, a single tear escaping his eye as he nodded. “I mean, yeah,” he replied with an awkward one-shouldered shrug.

“So… are we going to discuss the crush?” Robin asked and Steve felt his face go hot with his blush.

He thought about Eddie, his huge smile and deep dimples. He thought about the gentle way Eddie held his face earlier, the way he straddled him in his van last year, the way Eddie held his wrist on Halloween. He remembered the brief touch of Eddie’s thumb on his lip the first time they talked, the way that lit his whole body up before the contact turned mean. A part of him liked it when the touch turned mean, which he definitely wasn’t prepared to examine.

“Who says I have a crush?” he asked unconvincingly.

“So, you were just casually thinking about maybe liking dudes and came to this realization all on your own?” she asked flatly, her voice dripping in skepticism.

Steve huffed and looked away. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he admitted after a bit, rolling onto his side. “It wouldn’t work out anyway.”

If he wasn’t brave enough to face his parents or the town to be Eddie’s friend, how would he manage to be his boyfriend? That was even assuming there was a chance of that at all. Eddie deserved better than any half-measure Steve could offer him, platonic or romantic.

“Oh, forbidden love, is it?” Robin whispered loudly, laying back down so their foreheads were pressed together. “I mean, other than your crush being a guy in Hawkins, of course.”

Steve laughed, nodding. “Yeah, something like that,” he said vaguely.

“I’m gonna figure it out though, just you watch,” Robin threatened, and Steve just laughed at that.

“You go ahead and try, Buckley,” he challenged her with a quiet, relaxed smile.

Chapter Eight: B-Side

“Stephen!”

Steve was immediately awake and sitting bolt upright, panic filling his veins with ice water. Robin was a bit slower to sit up, but her eyes were wide awake and clear. Since Starcourt, neither of them were able to sleep very well at all, alert to every noise they heard and waking up constantly throughout the night. It had been getting marginally better as each night passed, but this was the first time they both slept properly.

That’s the only way it was possible that Steve’s parents were able to get onto the driveway, let alone enter the house at all without waking at least one of them up.

Robin took a deep breath next to Steve and laughed a bit nervously. “It’s just your parents,” she said, and she sucked in a sharp breath when their eyes met. “Steve? Are you okay?”

It was a weird question, and it didn’t make sense in Steve’s head. A few seconds later, or maybe minutes, he realized he was holding his breath and his hands were wringing the comforter in his lap in a white-knuckled grip.

“Steve? Steve, c’mon, you’re freaking me out,” Robin hissed, and the fear in her voice finally got through to him. Steve slowly released the breath he was holding, and Robin sighed and dropped her forehead onto Steve’s shoulder.

Both of them jumped when there was a soft knock at Steve’s door.

“Steve? Are you up?” came his mother’s voice.

With a shaky sigh, Steve replied, “Yeah, mom. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

“Okay. Your dad was wanting to speak with you before we head out again tomorrow,” his mom said, her voice gentle but not the same way Joyce Byers’ voice usually was. It was gentle in the way you would speak around a dangerous animal.

That told Steve enough about the mood his dad was in.

“I’m just getting dressed,” Steve said, slipping out of the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater out of his closet.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, sweetie,” his mom replied, and the endearment brought him no comfort.

It felt like he was moving through molasses, his limbs sluggish as he shrugged out of his pajamas. Steve was going to have to go downstairs and face his dad’s bad mood. To top it all off, Robin was going to hear all of it.

He hadn’t told her anything about his parents, not even how much his dad seemed to hate him, and definitely nothing about his dad’s typical form of discipline. Steve knew enough not to tell anyone about that sort of thing.

For one, who would believe him that Richard Harrington, a well-respected businessman in their town, beat his only son and heir to the Harrington family wealth? Secondly, people knowing just made the punishments worse.

Steve could remember a kid in elementary who came to school with a black eye and a flimsy lie about being clumsy. A teacher tried to do something about it, but the kid ended up in the hospital with a broken arm before the whole family left. Most of all, Steve remembered that situation for his dad’s reaction.

“That’s why you don’t leave marks anywhere too visible if your kid needs hands-on discipline. Nosy teachers getting involved in things that don’t concern them.”

Now, Robin was about to go from blissfully ignorant to knowing way too much. Steve couldn’t tell what he was more afraid of; his father downstairs, or Robin knowing.

“Steve.”

He looked over at the bed, taking his time before meeting her eyes. When Steve finally did, the concern in Robin’s expression was overwhelming.

“Can we escape out the window?” Robin asked, and Steve laughed like she was joking, but she didn’t join in.

“It’s a straight drop to the pool deck from my window, Robs,” Steve replied, shaking his head with a sigh. “And my car keys are at the front door. I just have to get this over with.”

“I don’t want you to go downstairs, Steve,” Robin whimpered, her hands wringing the comforter as her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you didn’t even look this scared in the bunker, or even against the big monster, and I’m terrified.”

“Hey, hey, Robbie,” Steve said, rushing back to the bed to pull her into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay, I’m fine. My dad and I just… don’t get along and I didn’t expect them to come home. Usually, they go straight to the next place. That’s all.”

Robin pushed Steve back to look at him. “Y’know, I can tell when you’re lying?”

“Robs, I just need you to stay up here and keep quiet, okay?” Steve said flatly, unable to actually argue her claim. “I’ll deal with this, and then we can leave. Promise.”

He could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Fine, but if I hear anything even remotely scary, I’m coming down there with your nail bat, you hear me, Dingus?” she pressed, and Steve just pulled her back into a brief hug.

“Alright, Robin,” he replied as he kissed the side of her head and stood back up.

The trek to the kitchen went quicker than he had hoped, but fortunately his dad wasn’t there yet. His mom was paging through a magazine at the island when Steve entered, and it took her several seconds to look up at him.

Katherine Harrington was beautiful, dressed like she stepped out of the magazine she was looking at, and it was only ten in the morning. She was always so put-together, her make-up meticulously applied and hair perfect. Steve couldn’t remember a single time where he saw her looking anything less than stunning.

Steve knew his mom was younger than his dad by at least five years and that they met when she started as his secretary. There was supposedly love in the beginning because Steve’s grandfather had hated her, and the only way he allowed them to marry was if she signed a prenup that voided her claim to literally any of Richard’s wealth. Steve hoped that was the only reason she stayed with Richard, even after he could barely stand the family he fought to have.

How would she be able to support her son with nothing? And he knew if she tried to leave, his dad would be cruel enough to fight for custody to hurt both of them.

Steve always concocted these reasons for Katherine, trying to find an explanation for her apathy that didn’t make her a bad person.

When Katherine finally looked up at Steve, she gasped and actually hurried around the island toward him. It was moments like that when Steve felt like he was right. She loved him and cared for him, but she was trapped in a way that even Steve wasn’t or at least wouldn’t always be. He thought he could remember a time when Katherine cared about being his mother, cared about him more than she cared about keeping Richard happy.

“Oh, God, Steve what happened to your face?” she asked sadly, reaching up to gently hold his cheeks in her cool palms. There was something about the way she asked her question that stung, but he tucked that away and tried to get as much of her attention as he could before Richard came.

“Mom—”

“I see the dead-beat has finally risen.”

Richard entered the kitchen from behind Steve, brushing past him hard enough that Steve nearly fell against Katherine.

“Richard, will you look at your son, please?” Katherine pleaded, and the way Richard scoffed gutted Steve even if it shouldn’t hurt anymore.

“How can you possibly be a Harrington— no, my son if you can’t even get into State, Stephen? I gave up on my hopes that you’d go to Harvard when you were in elementary, but for Christ’s sake, this? If it wasn’t for that hideous uniform you have to wear, I’d be teaching you to think twice before humiliating me like this.”

Finally, the older man turned to look at Steve, and his expression of disdain did not even waver.

“What, did you lose another fight, Stephen?” Richard asked coldly, and Katherine’s hands dropped away from Steve’s face. Steve looked down at her, but Katherine was avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” Richard snapped, and Steve immediately met his eyes again. “Who did you scuffle with this time?”

For a moment, Steve wished he could just say what had happened to him in the last two years; the Upside Down, the torture in a Russian bunker under the mall, that Billy Hargrove almost killed him last November, everything. He wished he could tell them, and they would believe him.

But that wouldn’t happen. Nothing Steve did or said would make that happen.

“I didn’t lose a fight, dad. I almost died,” Steve said, and he flinched when Richard slowly turned to face him fully. There was a script for these moments, and while Steve never actually knew the lines Richard wanted to hear, he knew one thing for certain; he wasn’t supposed to argue.

“In the fire at the mall, I barely escaped,” he added quickly to make it sound less like a defense and more like an explanation.

Richard’s expression only darkened, and Katherine shuffled her feet nervously.

“What have I told you about talking back, Stephen?” Richard asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“You asked—”

Richard slammed a broad palm down on the countertop, the sound making Steve and Katherine both flinch. “What have I said about talking back?” Richard asked through gritted teeth. “What are you supposed to do, Stephen?”

“Keep my mouth shut, sir,” Steve immediately answered.

“Now, let’s say I believe this claim that you almost died in the fire at the mall, that doesn’t explain what happened to your face,” Richard continued and then gestured at Steve. “Who did you lose to, Stephen?”

Steve took a slow, deep breath in through his nose and rolled his shoulders back. “I was injured during the events that ended in a fire at the Starcourt Mall,” he said flatly, knowing he had sealed his fate. “I signed a bunch of confidentiality paperwork and cannot discuss anything further.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m your father—”

“And I’m eighteen, a legal adult. I signed legally binding paperwork,” Steve interrupted, baffled that Richard could scoff at Steve being called his son when the expectation was for him to care, but then insist on his paternal entitlement to information.

Steve barely noticed that his mom had taken a shuffling step away from him, moving to get out of Richard’s path if he decided to cross the room.

There was a moment where absolute silence settled over the kitchen, and the ringing in Steve’s left ear was deafening. He had been so distracted by everything else, he hadn’t even noticed it.

Katherine took a full step away from Steve and against his better judgment, he looked away from Richard to watch her in complete shock. It’s not like she would ever get between them to stop a punishment, but Steve had never experienced this, her so obviously getting out of the way for him.

“Mom?” he asked in a voice that was so small, he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so deeply sad.

It was either Katherine’s movement or Steve’s voice, but Richard snapped out of his enraged silence and stormed across the kitchen at Steve, hand already lifted for what Steve knew would be one hell of a backhand.

Before Steve could think to defend himself or even run, a slim hand slipped into his and entwined their fingers as Robin put herself in front of Steve. Richard pulled up short with wide eyes, his momentum making him stumble just a step and he quickly lowered his hand.

“Hi Mr. And Mrs. Harrington, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I spent the night last night, and now I have to get to this really important thing, like, right now, so I’m gonna have to borrow Steve,” Robin said in a rush as she put her back against Steve’s front and leaned against him hard enough that he took a stumbling step backward.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Richard said, his expression shifting to something that made Steve think about politicians. It was kind until you looked at it for too long. “I’m Richard, and this is my wife, Katherine.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Robin,” Robin answered nervously, smiling as she glanced at Steve’s parents. Then she looked over her shoulder with one of her fearful little giggles as she said, “It’s funny, Stevie, my dad’s name is Richard, too.”

He tilted his head curiously at that, despite the situation they were in, before squeezing her hand lightly.

“I don’t believe Stephen’s ever mentioned you,” Richard said thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed just slightly.

“Well, I can’t imagine he would’ve,” Robin laughed as she looked back at Richard, leaning against Steve until he took another step back. She shrugged slightly and added, “I mean, we were only coworkers at first.”

“Ah, so you worked with Stephen, and then what?” Richard asked, his tone turning mean now that Robin revealed herself to be too low for his civility. “Did he charm you into his bed like every other slut?”

Robin rolled her shoulders back and stood up straight, squeezing Steve’s hand so tight it hurt. Steve was absolutely overwhelmed by the way she literally squared up with his father standing only three feet away.

“He literally saved my life, and a bunch of kids, too. During the fire. Your son is literally a hero, Mr. Harrington. You can ask anyone! Hell, just look at the newspapers piled on the counter there,” she said, gesturing at the pile Steve kept.

Steve had only actually kept them to reread and remind himself of what he said to the press and keep the official statement of the incident in his head. This concussion had him forgetting things a lot when it was fresh, and he had a lot of holes in his memory during the immediate aftermath.

“So yeah, that’s the deal,” Robin said when the silence stretched a bit longer than she usually allowed. She leaned back, but this time Steve immediately took the step without her pushing him that hard. “I’m just going to go and I’m taking Steve with me, okay?”

Richard blinked rapidly before saying, “I was not done speaking to my son—”

“Actually! You are, Mr. Harrington,” Robin said, and even though her hand was shaking in Steve’s, her voice was like iron. What was baffling to Steve was that it actually worked, at least for the moment, because Richard’s stance loosened, and his disdainful glare fell away.

For the first time in his life, Richard Harrington was faced with someone willing to stand up for Steve, and that person was a teenage girl half his size. She physically put herself between him and Steve, a place where Steve’s own mother wouldn’t stand, and squared her stance against him.

“Now that’s settled, we’re going to go! Right, Stevie?” Robin said after another long silence. Steve could feel her palm going sweaty in his, and he couldn’t have helped the smile that came to his face if he wanted to.

Robin was so brave, and she would never give herself credit for it. She was brave, and smart, and impulsive, and somehow, she was choosing to be all of that for Steve. Not just against Russian generals and giant monsters made of melted flesh, but also his greatest demons he thought were his own to fight. And on top of everything, she was terrified while doing it.

She didn’t want Steve to come downstairs earlier, and there she was, out of the safety of his bedroom and blocking his dad’s path.

Something shifted in the back of Steve’s mind and a little bit of his fear eased.

“Yeah, Robs, we’re going,” Steve agreed, clearing his throat and nodding at his father. He looked at Katherine for the first time since she moved away from him, and there was a pinched look on her face. It wasn’t quite upset, but there was something thoughtful in it.

Maybe she saw something in this that would help her, too. Steve wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he wasn’t going to examine that until much later.

“That car belongs to me, Stephen,” Richard snapped, and Steve was struck by how childish he sounded. Did he always sound like that? What was even better was that Richard was wrong in a way that had a paper trail.

Emboldened by Robin’s defense, Steve looked his father in the eye and said, “No, it’s not. It’s been registered in my name since I turned eighteen, dad. Don’t you remember?”

It had been a shock for Steve when his parents actually returned for his eighteenth birthday, and part of him was excited. That small part of him quickly quieted when the lawyer showed up a few minutes later, however. They were only there to settle legal obligations as quickly as possible, and then they would be leaving all over again.

They had spent the entire day reading and signing the legal documents for everything he stood to gain upon reaching adulthood. Steve made sure to confirm with the lawyer that once the paperwork was all signed and filed with the assets transferred, they were legally his and his father would have no claim to it anymore. He worded the questions in a way that made him appear stupid, as if he just wasn’t understanding the legalese and needed it explained like he was a toddler so Richard wouldn’t catch on.

It worked, and the lawyer explained in the simplest terms that several things were his completely and utterly without any possibility of anyone interfering: the Beemer, the sizable trust left to him by his grandfather, and part of a trust from his father. The rest of his trust from his father was due to come to him when he turned twenty-five, but Steve didn’t care about that. He cared about what was his right now.

Now Richard was staring Steve down, his nostrils flaring just slightly before he put his politician’s smile back on. “Right, of course, I always forget you’re an adult these days,” he said, his voice cool as he looks Steve up and down with barely concealed disdain.

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard to remember your kid’s age when you’re never around, huh?” Robin blurted and Steve could tell that was meant to stay in her head when her shoulders did a hitching cringe upward.

Richard could not conceal his anger when he glanced down at Robin this time, his sneer obvious. “I didn’t catch your family name, Robin,” he stated flatly, his command clear to Steve.

“Didn’t give it,” she replied instead, shrugging one shoulder in the face of Richard’s growing rage.

Steve was sure his father wouldn’t hurt her, but every time Robin talked back that certainty weakened.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Richard admitted, his voice low and threatening.

“That really sucks, man,” Robin retorted, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. “Okay, Dingus, let’s go!”

With that, Robin practically dragged Steve out of the house, not even letting them stop to actually put their shoes on. They just grabbed them and ran out the front door. Once they were in the Beemer, Steve went to put his shoes on, but Robin smacked his arm.

“Drive, Steve. Get me away from here,” Robin begged, and Steve immediately started the car and reversed off the driveway faster than he normally would have, then sped out of Loch Nora.

Once they were well and truly out of immediate danger, Steve pulled over and shut the Beemer off. He busied himself with putting his shoes on while everything that had just happened washed over him.

It was overwhelming, how absolute Robin’s love and devotion was, and how he didn’t even have to do anything to keep it? She got nothing out of their relationship except free rides forever and someone to help her through her nightmares, and yet she would stand up to his father. Steve brought nothing to the table, and yet she was willing to go to bat against a man that no one has said “no” to for most of his life.

Steve dropped his forehead against the steering wheel and covered his face with his hands, letting out a laugh that sounded much more like a sob. His hands were instantly wet with the tears streaming down his face, and Steve was baffled. Why was he crying when he felt so happy?

“Steve? Steve, I’m so sorry if I fucked up,” Robin was saying, and Steve was filled with even more confusion. Why would she think she fucked up? And why couldn’t he stop crying long enough to reassure her? “I was so scared just waiting up in your room and I heard this really loud bang, and I couldn’t just sit up there if he was going to be hurting you, so I came downstairs and you looked so fucking scared Stevie, I just couldn’t—”

Steve couldn’t make his voice work, so he just reached across the center console and dragged Robin into a crushing hug, sobbing into her neck and shoulder. Immediately, her arms were around him, just as tight, and he could feel her shaking with her own tears.

“Robs, you are literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Steve managed to say, the words a bit garbled and wet with his tears, but he could tell she understood when she laughed.

“The feeling’s mutual, Dingus,” she replied, and Steve pulled back, frowning.

“Why, though?” Steve asked weakly, trying to calm himself down but failing when the look Robin gave him was painfully fond and sincere.

“Even before the Russians and saving Hawkins, you were interesting and funny, and yeah I made fun of you for all the children you were friends with, but I could see the way they looked at you and I knew I was missing something huge,” Robin explained in a rush. “I could tell you were important to them, even if they made fun of you constantly, and yeah, I was pissed about it because I had decided to hate you for eternity. And then when we got stuck down there with the Russians… you were going to sacrifice yourself for all of us. Even me! And you barely knew me!”

“Anyone would’ve—”

“No, Steve, stop that!” Robin shouted, her voice uncharacteristically angry for a second. “You always do that! Someone gives you a compliment and you downplay it so much, when honestly, no! No one else would’ve done what you did, you just have a skewed perspective of what’s normal behaviour because your only friends are also self-sacrificing idiots!”

Steve blinked at her and with a wobbly smirk he said, “you know you’re one of those self-sacrificing idiots then, right?”

“Exactly!” Robin cried, throwing her hands up before she took a deep breath. “Anyway, you threw yourself between us and danger the entire time we were in that bunker. Every single time, you were between us and danger. I think you drew the short straw in being tortured first thanks to misogyny—”

Steve laughed at that, a proper laugh that started in his stomach and bubbled over which made Robin smile brightly.

“I’m being serious! I looked up that word he was calling me the whole time! He was a sexist creep!” Robin insisted, her grin ruining her outrage just a bit.

“I believe you, Robs,” Steve said instantly, and his face settled into a fond, vulnerable little grin that he reserved just for her. “I believe you.”

“And then there’s that! That thing you do, where you look at people like they’re the whole universe, like they’re actually worth all the pain, like they’re so important,” she added, tears filling her eyes. “And that nothing could ever change that, no matter what. It’s so—if I’ve learned one thing since becoming your friend, Steve, it’s that having you? On your side, or your team, or your corner or whatever? It’s so overwhelming and it makes me want to be brave and outgoing and bigger because I know you’ll be right there, always. Y’know?”

“Of course, Robs,” Steve immediately agreed, reaching over to hold her hand and squeeze. “You’re stuck with me until you tell me to get lost.”

“And that’s never going to happen, Dingus. I love you, so much it’s stupid, and tenth grade Robin is chewing glass about it,” Robin said through a laugh that knocked a few tears free from her lashes. “There’s this tiny part of me that wishes I was into guys, too, because I would date you in a heartbeat, Stevie.”

“Yeah, right,” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You say that, but the moment it’s my turn to pick the movie we’re going to watch—”

“Steve Harrington, I’d marry you,” Robin insisted, reaching over to poke his cheek. “Bad movies and all. You make me kinda scared that I won’t find someone else who loves me just as much as you do,” she confessed after a bit and Steve frowned at that.

“You will,” he promised. “She’ll love you in ways that I can’t and more—don’t make that face, get your head out of the gutter! I’m trying to have a genuine fucking moment here—”

Robin burst out laughing and shook her head. “I know, Steve, I know. It was just too good to pass up,” she giggled and then sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?”

Steve grimaced at that and glanced away. “I don’t know. Seemed like my problem? Mostly, I thought everyone’s parents were kind of like that. It wasn’t really until I actually got to know the Wheelers and Ms. Byers that I… realized my dad hated me, y’know?” he admitted, shrugging as he tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. “And then I just… figured you’d leave if I told you.”

“Steve, I wouldn’t—is there something I did that made you think that?” Robin asked, and she sounded so upset that he felt that way. He couldn’t look at her because he knew he’d lose his composure all over again.

“No, Robs, you didn’t. Not at all. I think just… when you live under someone’s boot like that your whole life, the things they say about you stick, y’know?” he replied quietly, closing his eyes. “He always said I was only good for three things: my family name, my car, and my looks. That I brought nothing else to any relationship, and that’s why nothing worked out for me. So, if I brought this to you, you’d leave.”

“That’s—he’s wrong, Steve. You bring so much more—”

“Robs, I love you, and I’m—I don’t want you to reassure me, okay? I just need you to listen,” Steve interrupted, and Robin closed her mouth with an audible click of her teeth.

“Right, of course, yeah. Sorry,” she said quickly and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“I’ve never had anyone defend me against him, Robs. Literally, no one has ever told him off or stood between us, so I never had a reason to think anyone ever would, y’know?” Steve continued, taking a slow breath as his eyes began welling up with tears again. “Which… I figured I deserved it. If no one stood up for me, he had to be right. And then I guess I just didn’t want to find out that people agreed with him, so I hid it from everyone.”

“Wait, so no one knows?” Robin asked, her tone alarmed.

Steve shook his head quickly. “I think Tommy Hagan knew, because his dad’s a lot like mine, but he never—yeah, no one else knows,” he replied sadly.

“Not even Nancy?” Robin pressed and Steve laughed.

“Especially not Nancy,” he said, finally glancing over at Robin.

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, baffled. “You were in love with her, you wanted to marry her, Steve.”

“I was trying so hard to keep us above water back then, with Barb dying and the rest of the Upside Down stuff, I couldn’t put this on her, too,” he explained, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Then she dumped me, and…”

Steve trailed off at that, his brain finally making a connection now that he was actually talking about everything to another person.

“Steve?” Robin pushed, squeezing his hand and bringing him back to the present.

“Yeah, sorry, just… when she dumped me, she called me ‘bullshit’ and it just…” he stopped as a new wave of emotions choked him up. It was like his heart was breaking all over again, even if he wasn’t in love with Nancy anymore.

“Confirmed what your dad said about you,” Robin finished for him, her voice small and sad, and Steve nodded as he held back a sob.

“It’s not like she knew, and she’s already apologized so much for that, and she’s honestly one of my best friends even if things are kind of weird between us right now,” he said in a rush, wiping his tears away hurriedly. He moved a bit too quickly and touched the bruising under his eyes too hard, but he barreled on. “And I didn’t even fucking realize this was—”

“Steve, you don’t want me to reassure you right now, right?” Robin interrupted, and Steve looked over at her. “You just want to tell me how you’re feeling, no comfort and no solutions, yeah?”

“Yeah?” he replied slowly.

“Then stop reassuring Nancy,” she said sternly, and Steve frowned at her.

“She’s not even here,” he argued.

“Exactly, so what does it matter that she’s apologized and is your best friend, or whatever? What does that have to do with the conversation?” Robin pressed, and Steve floundered for a response.

“I don’t want you thinking she’s actually like my dad,” he finally said, quietly.

“So, you were reassuring me?” Robin asked, raising an eyebrow when Steve clenched his jaw. “Because Steve, all that stuff you said about Nancy? It just sounded like something you would say if she was sitting here instead, and she started crying because you said she confirmed all the nasty little things your dad made you believe about yourself.”

Steve couldn’t argue that now that it was framed in that way, and he looked away from her. “Okay,” he conceded. “You have a point…”

“Of course, I do,” Robin said brightly, then she added teasingly, “I’m the smartest person you know.”

“You are,” he agreed immediately, looking at her and catching the surprised expression on her face when what he said sunk in.

“Don’t let Dustin hear you say that,” she laughed, and Steve shrugged.

“He’d agree with me,” he said simply, sighing heavily.

“Back to what I was saying, though,” Robin said seriously. “I want you to promise that when we’re talking about feelings? And all that? We don’t make ourselves small, okay? We don’t reassure anyone, especially if they aren’t even there. Deal?”

Steve chuckled and nodded. “Deal,” he replied.

“Pinky-swear it?” Robin asked, holding up her pinky.

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately and let go of her hand so he could hook his pinky with hers. Leaning in, they sealed the pinky-swear with a kiss to the side of their fists, before pulling away from each other.

Just as Steve sat back properly in his seat, his stomach let loose a ferocious growl that startled both of them.

“Are you hungry or were you Flayed? Holy shit, Harrington,” Robin laughed, and Steve immediately joined in.

“Let’s go to that diner on Main. They have the best hashbrowns,” Steve said, starting the car again.

“Sounds perfect, you’re buying though,” Robin said brightly.

“Of course, I—shit, my wallet’s back at the house,” Steve groaned, anxiety spiking at the thought of going back there while his dad was still home and angry.

“Nope, it’s not,” Robin said, grinning when Steve looked back at her with confusion. Then she got a bit sheepish and looked out her window. “When you went downstairs, I pretty much immediately got dressed, and I was scared so I like… emptied my bag so I could, like, fit as much of your clothes in it as I could?”

“Robs—?”

“That’s so dumb, I know, but it made a lot of sense when I was doing it, because I figured I’d be going home anyway and it was only like, two outfits, which I could get back when they eventually left again, but you would need clothes sooner than that,” she continued on before taking a deep breath and shaking her head. “Anyway, all of that just to say that I have your wallet in my bag.”

“Robs, why did you pack my clothes?” he asked quietly.

“Because you’re staying at my place until that asshole leaves again,” Robin answered instantly, and Steve gaped at her.

“Your parents—”

“They already know I’ve been spending the night at your place, Steve. They might get a bit intense because they think we’re dating, and…” Robin trailed off and then shook her head. “Whatever, they won’t care.”

“What were you going to say, Robs?” Steve pushed, catching the break in her sentence.

“Ugh, I was going to say that if we told them that your dad hits you, they would literally not even hesitate to take you in, Steve,” Robin said quickly, and before Steve could get a word in edgewise, she was talking again. “My mom’s, like, a psychologist and she works with social workers and kids with rough homes a lot, so she would probably burn the Harrington name to the ground if you so much as hinted you wanted it done.”

“Robs—”

“And my dad—he goes by Ricky, by the way—is this huge teddy-bear of a guy, but he looks kinda scary when he wants to, and he would be so scary on your dad’s front lawn if you asked him to,” she pushed on just as quickly. “And—”

“Robin, it’s fine. You don’t—” Steve took a deep breath as he rubbed his uninjured eyebrow nervously.

He was trying to be better, to be open and vulnerable and genuine with more people. Steve didn’t want to be like his parents, and he didn’t want to be roped in with them anymore just because he was quietly hiding under their shadow. Robin saw him and supported him, and that made him feel just a little bit braver.

“I don’t want them to go after him,” Steve said after a few beats of silence. “I don’t think he’d hurt my mom, but I don’t want to risk it either. But we can tell them…”

“Okay! Great! I mean, not great, obviously. It all sucks a lot—”

“I get what you meant, Robin,” Steve laughed, cutting off her backtracking before it got truly spectacular.

“That’s kinda why I thought I messed up, though. My mom is always telling me to be careful if you’re getting involved in a situation like that because you might think you’re helping but you’re actually making it worse,” Robin babbled, and this time Steve let’s her get it out of her system. “But then I thought, hey, I’m not just confronting the asshole out of nowhere, or I’m not retaliating, or calling the cops, or anything like that, I’m just getting in the middle and taking you away from there, so that’s okay, right?”

“It was definitely okay, more than okay, Robs,” Steve agreed, smiling at her quickly, and the way she preened under the praise was adorable. “Thank you so much for not doing what I asked you to.”

“Anytime, Dingus,” she promised, and Steve chuckled with an affectionate eyeroll.

Steve knew he was eventually going to come down from the high of standing up to his father and escaping unscathed, and it was going to suck. He knew he would be full of anxiety about Robin’s love for him and the gnawing doubt that she would actually care that much.

But right at that moment, Steve felt loved and important because his best friend’s bag was stuffed with his clothes because she had decided to hide him for as long as she had to. She faced down his greatest demon and still wanted to be around him, to protect him. Robin did all that, and Steve didn’t even have to ask her to.

Any sad or anxious thoughts would have to wait their turn because Steve was getting breakfast with his best friend, and the two of them were going to have a good day.

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