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milo-manheim-luver · 8 months

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Lips of An Angel- Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

summary: based on the song Lips Of An Angel by Hinder. (take a listen! i recommend it!!) Y/N drunkenly calls up her ex boyfriend drew, to confess her love she still has for him and all her regrets from their past relationship.

warnings: odessa…., alcohol consumption, emotional cheating (if you even call it that), angst, a tad of fluff if you squint, slight mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse (not from drew), lmk if i forgot anything bc i’m sure i did lol.

a/n: for starters…. i’ve been waiting to write this one and i was gonna do it for rafe first but it just felt more right to do drew lol. also please don’t come at me for the way i put odessa in this. (personal opinion: i don’t think they’re really a thing irl but whatever). for the sake of this fic i had to put her in it to work as she’s the only prominent female in his life besides his sisters so bare with me please. (personally not a fan of her for my own reasons and things i’ve read) hope you all enjoy this one!

revised and edited by the one and only @slut4drudy ilyyyyy

as drew had just put the last of the champagne glasses into the sink from his and odessa’s small get together with friends, he could hear his phone ringing that all too familiar ringtone… the ringtone he had set for only her. he thought to himself… how strange it’d be for her to call him at such an absurd hour after not talking to one another in two years.

him and Y/N had began to date their senior year of college at western carolina university, and just like every college couple, they eventually broke it off a few years later. it had been a mutual agreement when he got cast on netflix’s show, outer banks, as she didn’t want to hold him back any longer from achieving all the goals she knew he would. the two however kept in contact regularly until none at all just two years ago when she’d started dating her now boyfriend maverick. and from what Y/N seen drew had also moved on… to his costar odessa.

“hey, uh drew your phone is ringing. do you want me to get it?” odessa asked drew as he finished washing the champagne flutes, drying his hands hurriedly with the towel next to the sink.

“uh, nah, um i’ll go answer it. it might be my mom. you know her and not being able to sleep and missing her kids. i’m just gonna go in the reading room and take the call. i’ll be back out in twenty. sound good?” he asked warily.

“yeah yeah take your time. tell her i said hi for me” she smiled as his towering figure walked past her frame and into the living room, picking his phone up. his large thumb moved nimbly against his phones screen to answer the call from Y/N as he entered the reading room, plopping on the couch.

“h-honey, why you callin me so late? it’s kinda hard to talk right now” he stuttered out her pet name he hadn’t called her in years. all he received in return were her soft sobs from the other line. those little soft sobs shattered his heart. the last time he’d heard them was because of him. because he had spoke the idea of maybe they should break up. because he didn’t know if he could do the long distance relationship, and Y/N had just agreed. no hesitation because she wanted whatever would make him happy. and if that meant breaking up with her and breaking her heart, then so be it. she wanted what was best for him because she loved him.

“honey, why are you crying? is everything okay?” drew whispered out through the phone to his broken ex in an uneasy tone, as his jaw clenched. he hated the idea of her being sad. he always had.

“w-why are you whispering?” she sighed as more tears streamed down her face.

drew bit his lip, exhaling a huff of hot air he hadn’t known he was holding before speaking, “i gotta whisper because i can’t be too loud.”

“why? i-im sorry. i shouldn’t have called. this was so fucking stupid” Y/N slurred out into her end of the phone, catching drew’s attention.

“oh, well, my girls in the next room” he spoke as he paused to let her speak.

“like i-i said… this was st-stupid of me” she slurred out again before continuing, “you’re moved on. i get it”

“honey, Y/N, it’s not like that. i swear. s-shes not even my girlfriend” he tried to elaborate before she cut him off.

“then why’d you call her your girl?”she challenged.

“baby, you’re drunk. i can tell by the way you’re slurring your words. what’s wrong? why’d you call?” drew tried to deflect the question and ask the more important questions; why she’d called and why she’d been crying.

“answer my questions first please” she hiccuped through her phone and into his ear.

“we haven’t put a label on it. in all seriousness i don’t even know what i want. i don’t even think she knows what she wants. it’s more of a friends with benefits kind of deal” he sighed out as his left index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed once more, contemplating to speak what he’d been thinking for awhile now. “but honey, if i’m being serious, sometimes i wish she was you”

“i wish i was her too” Y/N whimpered out as she took a gulp of the vodka from the bottle she’d been coddling in her arms, sitting on the bathroom floor, hiding from maverick.

“i guess we never really moved on… did we?” he chuckled out, causing Y/N to smile at the sweet sound of his chuckle. it was bliss to her ears. she’d missed that sound so much in the last two years.

“now answer my question honey, what’s wrong? why’re you calling so later? isn’t it like after 1am there back home in charlotte. right?” he asked Y/N in a concerned tone, face scrunching up in worry as well, though she couldn’t see it.

“u-um. drew it doesn’t matter. forget i called you. okay?” Y/N tried to deflect his concerning questions he’d been shooting her way since the call had started.

“Y/N, honey. i’m not hanging up until you tell me what’s got you so bent out of shape that you’re drunk off your ass, drunk calling me at 1 am your time all while sobbing. i just won’t” he huffed out, losing his patience in the girl on the other line.

“joseph” she began to slur, sternly, “i said it doesn’t matter. go back to your girl or whatever the fuck she is to you” she hiccuped yet again.

“fuck, i cant believe i’m about to say this right now, but it’s really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name. it sounds so sweet” drew smiled to himself as he softly giggled. maybe it was from the champagne he’d had earlier or maybe it was the blissfulness from just hearing Y/N oh so sweet voice saying his name again.

“i love you” Y/N slurred out once more as she started to cry again. “i’ve never stopped” she continued. “i thought i could and would move on but i cant and it hurts me that we aren’t a thing anymore” she continued to weep.

“honey don’t say that. please” he frowned as his heart cracked yet again over his ex girlfriend and her words. more like over her admittance of missing him so much still even after all these years.

“why not, drew? it’s the truth” she sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with the sleeve of his old college sweatshirt she’d still kept after all these year even after their breakup. she picked the bottle of vodka back up and took another swig of it.

“those words…. fuck. they’re coming from the lips of an angel baby. and hearing those words, it’s makes me so fucking weak. because as much as i want to be with you… i cant” he sighed as a single tear streamed down his stubbled cheek, not even bothering to wipe it away. he soon continued, “i never want to say goodbye, honey. and it’s so fucking hard to admit that. but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel” he dryly chuckled as the memories of their kisses ran through his brain. it still felt so real. the longing to be near her was still there. and the butterflies. and the desire to make her happy. and the want to make her feel safe and loved.

“drew, you’re the one who just said you guys aren’t even a thing so why would you even say that?” Y/N croaked out as she wiped more of her tears away.

“it’s complicated honey. i feel obligated to be faithful even if her and i aren’t really officially a thing. now please for the love of god, baby, why are you crying? what’s wrong? what happened?” drew exerted his concern as his eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

“i- uh, drew you cant do anything about it, so it doesn’t matter” she whimpered in a whisper, reaching for the bathroom door knob to make sure it was in fact locked. she squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she heard mavericks yells from their kitchen.

“you know, it’s funny that you called me tonight, Y/N/N, because we had some friends over and the whole time i was just thinking of you and how you’ve been. i haven’t heard from you in two years, hunny” drew whispered, his voice strained from the way his heart clenched in pain at the lack of communication between the two when they had both promised to keep in contact.

“maybe that’s why i dream of you. you know what they say, if you dream of someone that means they’re thinking of you. do you dream of me too?” she spoke shakily, as her jaw began to quiver, biting back yet another sob.

“what about maverick? and yes i’ve dreamt of you too, love. i do often” he confessed as he thought back to his dream he had of her from the other night. the two of them had gone on a picnic in the mountains back in their home state of north carolina, enjoying the scenery and all it had to offer, that was until he was awoken by odessa’s loud alarm blaring throughout his bedroom. drew’s lips parted once more as he spoke again, “and does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?”

“th-that’s why i-i uh called. he… uh he got mad again and s-started to throw some things around the kitchen. h-he said some things which isn’t out of the ordinary with him” her frail voice cracked as she finally admitted to him why she had called him so late in the first place. tears once again started pouring out of her once bright eyes which have now been filled with void. “he drinks… a lot. and when he does… he gets kinda aggressive. he will do things to me and say horrible things as well. i-i called you tonight because i’m drunk and i miss you and i know you’d never do this shit to me and because you listen. so well. you always have” she began to cry again for what felt like the twelfth time that night.

“honey, what are you talking about? has he hit you? do you have a place to go?” drew shot up at the mention of mavericks behavior coming from Y/N. he was on high alert and wanted nothing more than to protect her at that instant.

“i shouldn’t have even called. does odessa even know you’re on the phone with me? i don’t want her to get mad at you. i shouldn’t have even called” Y/N stumbled over her words due to the excessive amounts of alcohol she’d been drinking and maybe even a mix of anxiety.

“no, i don’t think she has a clue. i told her it was probably my mom, but, i knew it was you. i still have your number saved to my phone… with your ringtone too. couldn’t get myself to delete it, even after all these years” he confessed as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. he bit his lip in frustration before speaking sternly this time around, “Y/N, honey, tell me…. has he fucking hit you?”

“y-yes. but he didn’t mean to” she tried to excuse her boyfriends actions, though deep down she knew it was a lie. “and yeah if i have to i can go to my brothers but i don’t need anyone’s fucking help or pity” she blurted a little loud.

“fuck, Y/N” he sighed as fresh tears broke his waterline of his azul eyes, his jaw clenched tight.

“it’s okay, drew, i promise. i’m not your problem anymore. i haven’t been for four years now.” she expressed as she drank the last bit of the vodka that was left in the bottle.

“Y/N can you do one thing for m-“ drew was cut off by a soft knock on the reading rooms door, notifying him that someone ,odessa, was on the other side.

“hey, uh you almost done? it’s getting late and i wanna go to bed” she complained to drew as he’d pulled his phone away from his attentive ears.

“u-uh yeah. let me tell my mom goodnight real quick” he stuttered nervously, worried she’d been ease dropping on part of the private conversation he’d been having on the phone with Y/N. and with that odessa nodded her head as she left the room, shutting the door as she went.

“what is it that you want me to promise you?” Y/N sniffled.

“call me if it gets bad again. i’ll fly out there immediately”

“i promise.”

“i never wanna say goodbye” he admitted to her after her promise.

“i don’t either, but you have to” she spoke flatly as she’d just heard Odessa moments before. she opened her mouth, speaking one last line, “i love you drew”

“i-i love you too honey” drew spoke the words he’d been bottling up since the day the two broke up, as fresh tears streamed down his stubbled cheeks. during the moment he spoke those words all he could hear were mavericks yells and bangs onto the bathroom door through his phone, before the call ended all together.

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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the clip

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.

warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.

a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo

“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”

“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.

Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.

Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.

Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”

Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”

Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”

“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”

“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.

“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”

She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.

She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.

“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.

“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”

From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.

But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.

Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.

“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.

She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.

“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.

Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”

Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”

“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.

“Hell yes.”

Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.

“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”

“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.

He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.

“Babe-“

“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.

“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”

“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”

“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.

“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”

“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”

“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”

“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”

Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.

“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”

Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”

“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”

“As you wish.” Harry agreed.

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halsteadlover · 6 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: yes by anon.

• Summary: Connor shows his possessive and jealous side and you love every bit of it.

• Warnings: jealousy, few curse words and I don’t know what else, please let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 1930.

• A/N: I’m not sure about this one but here it is anyway since I was too lazy to write it all over again 😭 I hope you’ll like it, looking forward for your opinion. Comment, like and reblog, it’d would mean the world 💕 I love you all xx

Connor's first case since coming back to Med’s was fairly simple.

He thought that day would go uneventful. He thought.

An elementary school girl was taken to the ER after her teacher called 911 because of an intense abdominal pain and after an ultrasound it turned out to be a case of acute appendicitis.

“She’ll need surgery, where are the parents? We need their consent,” Connor had asked Natalie while they examined the little patient who was still writhing in pain. She was given a small dose of morphine to calm some of her excruciating pain.

At that same moment Maggie entered the room and Connor glanced at her as he tried to calm the little girl, whose name turned out to be Daisy. “Her teacher is here and asked about a doctor.”

“I'll talk to her,” Connor said and Natalie nodded.

Connor and Maggie exited the patient's room and his gaze fell on a figure near the nurses' station who was filling out some forms.

He tried to keep an expression as serious and impassive as possible even though internally a flock of butterflies had just exploded in his stomach.

There was no need to even take a double take, he would’ve recognized that figure even in a crowd of thousands of people. After all, how could he not recognize his own girlfriend?

You were a teacher and taught science in an elementary school but what were the chances that you would’ve been the little girl’s teacher?

You and Connor had been together for about few months them so none of his colleagues knew you existed yet. He had to act like he didn’t know you, like he didn’t want to breathtakingly kiss you right then and there.

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over your body suppressing the innate desire to approach you and grab your ass like he always did.

He approached the nurses' station, hands shoved in his uniform pocket. “Ma’am.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard not a voice but his voice. You immediately tried to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on your face as well as the urge to giggle since he knew how much it annoyed you when he’d call you ‘ma’am’.

“It’s ‘miss’, actually.”

You said when you turned to him, pen still in your fingers as you gave him a polite smile and chuckling to yourself when you saw Connor press his lips together in an attempt not to burst out laughing.

“Nice to meet you miss, I’m doctor Rhodes. I’m treating Daisy.”

Your eyes quickly scanned his body, trying to maintain composure and not blush like a fourteen year old when thoughts about you and him in his bed that morning crept into your mind.

“How is she, doctor?” You asked, failing miserably at not giving him a little mischievou smile.

“Unfortunately I cannot discuss my patient's health status with people outside of her family. I wanted to ask you if you have by any chance notified her parents? We need to talk to them,” he replied in a professional tone although the way his eyes shone as they spoke to you and the way he couldn't help but check you out gave him away.

Maggie and April, who were there at the time and witnessing your conversation, couldn't help but exchange a knowing look.

They had both thought the exact same thing.

There was no way you and Connor didn't know each other.

It was so obvious and even funny how you both tried to maintain a professional and unemotional facade. But the way he looked at you, the way his eyes had never left yours, the way his body was totally turned towards you and in which he seemed to be imperceptibly drawn continuously towards yours had revealed there was no way in hell that he didn't know you.

But it was also how your head was tilted slightly as you spoke to him, how you kept touching your hair, how you batted your eyelashes and the shadow of a smile that never left your lips that had given definitive confirmation that you two knew each other very well.

And not talking about the fact you two were blatantly flirting.

“I came here in a hurry so I didn't have time to call them, but I'll do it right away,” you had said and Connor had nodded, trying to keep himself from following you with his eyes as you walked away to make the call but failing miserably.

“Connor oh my god! What was that?!” April screamed/whispered, approaching Connor with Maggie, a look of pure surprise and amazement on both their faces. “You know her?!”.

Connor shrugged nonchalantly. “N-no of course not.”

“Oh come on we saw the way you looked at each other, you clearly know her and there is definitely something going on!” Maggie retorted.

“She's just a good looking woman, that's all,” Connor remarked even if ‘good looking’ didn’t even come close to how gorgeous you were.

All his attention though had shifted from Maggie and April for a moment, his eyes falling on the two doctors that were talking as they looked through some patients' medical records.

He saw the direction of their gaze, hearing the comments about the object – or rather the person – that had attracted their attention.

“Man if she was a stripper I would’ve spent my whole salary on her, did you see that ass?”. One of them had confessed to one of them while he was pretending to fill out the medical records even though he was watching you like a hawk while you were talking on the phone.

“I would’ve never skipped a class if I had a teacher as hot as her,” the other continued laughing.

“You think she has someone?”.

“Oh I hope not, but if it is he is a damn lucky bastard.”

Connor clenched his hands into two fists, almost having a brain aneurysm.

A wave of jealousy washed over him, every cell of his body exploding with anger at hearing the words directed towards you who unawarely continued to talk on the phone.

His jaw clenched as he struggled to stay calm, but God how much he wanted to beat the shit out of those two sons of bitches. He hated the way they looked at you, the way they made those disgusting comments about your body.

He hated it so much because that was the way he looked at you.

He was the only one who could make those comments about you, the only one who could have those sinful thoughts about you, the only one who could touch and admire you.

Your ass, your legs, your smile, your laugh, that twinkle in your eyes when you looked at him, that body, all of this were his.

It was as if his mind had gone into blackout, as if all his reasoning, judgment and common sense had just flown away because now all he could do was imagine the bastards' heads banging against the wall over and over again.

Drastic? Perhaps. Excessive? Probably. But Connor didn't give a fuck.

And it was in fact at that precise moment that he did something he’d never have thought of doing for anyone.

“Daisy's parents are…-” you announced as you ended the call and walked back to the nurses' station but stopped on your tracks when Connor came towards you, and a confused expression appeared on your face.

Your eyes widened and you almost had a heart attack when he grabbed your face and crushed his lips on yours.

He didn't give a shit.

Neither that you both were keeping your relationship a secret anymore, nor that you were in the middle of the ER, nor that everyone at that moment had stopped to witness that scene.

He wasn’t thinking clearly and in that moment it was that part of him with which he had never come face to face before that controlled him, that primitive and caveman part he was hating so much.

Even though that gesture had taken you completely by surprise, your body reacted before your mind could even understand what was happening, so you kissed him back, feeling your breath stopping in your lungs. Your hands slid up his chest and fisted his uniform as he wrapped his arms around your hips, sliding his hands down to your ass.

He didn't care he’d receive an endless scolding for what he was doing, he didn't care about the voices that commented the scene, he didn't care that everyone saw his hands squeezing your ass.

He didn't care because he wanted them to see, he wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, that he was the only one who could kiss you, fuck you, squeeze that stripper ass, that loved you.

You broke away from the kiss before the situation could escalate, your heart pounding and your legs shaking like jelly. “Babe oh my god…-”.

“You’re mine, you know that right?” He whispered. “Only mine.” His hands moved up from your ass back to your face and his thumbs caressed your cheekbones before placing a small kiss on his lips. “And I love you.”

Woah hold on.

Did he fucking say ‘I love you’? In an ER?

Wait. Connor loves me?

You looked at him in shock but you didn't have time to process and figure out what the hell was going on because he grabbed your hand and led you back towards the nurses' station, where Maggie and April's jaws were now on the floor.

“Meet my girlfriend, Y/n,” he announced, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close as you were about to faint. Your heart was beating so fast you feared you’d need a defibrillator to revive you sooner or later.

You were so shocked you couldn’t elaborate a word, fuck you couldn’t even think about one.

Connor's eyes focused on the two doctors that had been talking about you until recently but who at that moment were looking around embarrassed.

“You wanted to know if she was taken? Yes, she is. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have her and now let me hear one more thing about my girlfriend, I fucking dare you.”

You looked with confusion at your boyfriend, then at the doctors he was glaring at, and then back at him. You had no idea what he was talking about and you were so dazed and confused that your mind didn't know what to process first.

From the way Connor’s hand was gripping your hip, the way he held you so close to him, and the way he glared at the two doctors, you imagined it was somehow about you. And although the embarrassment of being the center of attention made you want to be swallowed by the floor, you couldn't help but feel… Flattered.

Was this the right word?

You didn’t know.

You couldn't even describe it, but that jealous, protective side of him lit a fire inside you that burned every single fucking cell of your body.

You knew Connor always had this protective instinct towards you but knowing he had ‘marked his territory’ so blatantly, just to stop whatever they were saying, made you giggle to yourself like a teenage girl.

It was so damn hot and sexy, more than you would’ve ever expected.

And instead of thinking about how out of place or inappropriate that gesture was, the only thing you could think about as you looked at Connor was how good he was going to get it that night.

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What about the Harry Potter guys and a reader who gets hit by the Crucio spell? If there's too many guys then just Cedric, Draco, and Harry please! I crave the angst.

hi i’m rlly not good at writing angst in my own opinion and this is a little extreme for me so i’m gonna try my best but in the future (not upset at you at all btw) i’d appreciate not getting such intensely angsty asks (reader being severely injured, tortured, on the brink of death type stuff lol)

first of all, i think it is obvious that they would all be concerned and upset. that’s a given. i’m also assuming this happened during a battle of some kind with death eaters. and obviously don’t read if this scenario will upset you!!! xo

𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 would rush to your side to check on you and help you instead of focusing on the bad guys. not the smartest choice, but you are his first priority. he would find whoever had cast the curse and hex them back while cradling you to his chest. after the battle, he would be treating you very carefully, even though the physical pain is gone, he knows it mentally took a toll on you.

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 would immediately attack whoever cast the curse, even if it was voldemort himself. i know everyone headcanons him as a coward, but i genuinely believe that he is in love with someone, he will protect them to the ends of the earth. he’d position himself so that he’s blocking you from any further attempts to curse you, shooting his own hexes at any enemy who comes near. after the battle, he would act like you were still severely injured, insisting on the best care for you.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 is literally going to jump in front of the wand before the curse can touch you. he has experienced the curse before and knows he can withstand the pain if it means protecting you. he would yell for you to run through his pained sounds, to get out of the heat of the battle and keep yourself safe. if you refuse, he won’t be angry, but he just worries about you so much. everyone close to him gets hurt, and he can’t lose you too.

#💌 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗.#hp hcs #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter x reader #ophelia’s hcs

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justmeinadaze · 4 days

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Children of the Night Part 9 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/Switch Vampire Stevie and Sub Human/Vamp Fem Reader, SMUT, dp, dirty talk, light spanking, light choking, blood drinking (obviously), slight roughness but more passionate, FLUFF, these three weirdos love each other so much <3.

ANGST, ANGST, ANGST!!

Domestic abuse and Child abuse triggers (we learn everything about the reader here including the abuse she's gone through including gaslighting and physical abuse) It's briefly touched on how the police didn't help her. Personally I felt like this added to her mistrust of authority like that mixed in with how law enforcement handled everything that happened with Eddie in Hawkins.

S4 things are touched on including Chrissy and what happened with Lucas, Erica, and Gareth. Brief conversations with readers mom, Wayne, and Mr. Harrington (the latter being an asshole of course). I think that's everything. The main thing I wanted to focus on was the abuse triggers. I know that can be triggering especially since some of the dialogue with the mother is lifted from things my own abusive parent said to me.

Love you guys! Enjoy this final piece.

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Word Count: 7400

StokersGirl86: “Oh my god. I’m so excited. What do you think they are going to do?!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I imagine it’s going to big after everything going on in the news right now.”

Minaismygirl: “Eddie better release Y/N so she can come find me. I can take care of her!”

StokersGirl86: “Oh please. You really think she’s innocent in all this?!”

StokersGirl86: “She was a fan just like us. No matter what her criminal mom preaches on tv.”

LivingDeadBoy24: “Like mother like daughter :P.”

Living DeadBoy24: “Maybe Eddie will sacrifice her the same way he did Chrissy Cunningham. I’ve been reading about what happened. It’s amazing.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “You all should be ashamed of yourselves! An innocent girl was murdered and another may be kidnapped! They don’t need to be put up on a pedestal. They need to be behind bars!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I see you think Steve Harrington is guilty to?”

CaliforniaPD: “This is the California police department and currently we seem to be having trouble disconnecting this stream. That being the case, we do highly recommend that everyone log off this site and do not engage.”

VampQueen91: “Yeah sure. Nice try whoever you are. I thought the police already had their location. Yet they can stream??”

Minaismygirl: “Because California PD sucks lol But who knows, maybe they just need them to stream to catch them…”

The video feed begins counting down and as soon as it ends three faces illuminate everyone’s screens. Both men were shirtless with hair frayed every which way as their black eyes starred into the camera with a small smirk painted on both their lips.

“Hm. I see everyone’s here and already has opinions.”, you growl as you quickly take in everyone’s words that flew across the screen. “We wanted to come on today to set the record straight about a few things. First and foremost, Edward Munson and Steven Harrington are dead. YOU killed them when you placed blame for something they didn’t do.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: Edward Munson murdered Chrissy in his trailer in cold blood.

“Oh, sweetheart. I can’t imagine how much you must be hurting, Andrew. You lost three friends in the span of a week to such odd circumstances. Of course, it would just be easier to blame Eddie. It’s the only thing that would make since right? Not that some other man come in and hurt her.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: I don’t know who you think I am but—

His picture suddenly flew up onto the screen for everyone to see.

“Normally I’m not one to display people’s personal business this way but after everything I’ve read and the things they told me, you can go fuck yourself. I see here while Eddie was missing you and Jason Carver assaulted a young man named Gareth in his garage. Police report says you and your friends jumped them while playing hero; broke the young man’s nose.”

The long-haired vampire growled deep from his chest at the accusation.

“It also looks like in March of 03, you tackled a middle schooler and threatened to break her arm if she didn’t tell you guys where Eddie was. That seems to be the same night Mr. Carver also beat up a young man while he was trying to protect his girlfriend. Hm. How odd that you were there for the last few deaths.”, you muse as you glance towards Steve who continues to glare forward.

“The night Steve went missing his blood was found mixed with two other jocks about your age. Friends, Andy? He tells me they were there to hurt him because he missed the man he loved. Kind of seems like violence is normal for athletes in Hawkins. Maybe that’s why Chrissy felt more comfortable with Eddie. I can’t imagine how angry that made Jason feel. Maybe angry enough…to kill?”

The count of people in the stream both drastically dropped including Andy and then suddenly increased with a new flux of people.

California PD: “Miss Y/L/N if you are in danger we can help you.

“I don’t need your help. I’m not a hostage with these men. If anything, I was a hostage growing up with the mother that you all so quickly rallied behind including you, Officer Williams. I spent my whole life dealing with people like you. Willing to believe any narrative that fit your agenda. I have been beaten and abused by almost everyone in my life but these men have done nothing but love and protect me! And you want to punish them for that?”

California PD: “Last chance Y/N. Tell us where you are and we can save you.”

“I told you… I’m safe right here…with Renfield and Dracula. My name… is Mina.”

With that both vampires bared their fangs and bit into either side of your neck.

##############

2 Weeks Before

Eddie didn’t say a word as he got up and angrily stomped back towards the bedroom.

“Baby, please.”, you pleaded as you watched him pull out the suitcases from their closet and throw them on the bed. “We had to have this conversation at some point—”

“No, we don’t. The answer will always be the same. No. Fuck no. Hell no. Take your pick.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking said so. Now, start packing your shit because we are leaving in 30.”

“No.” The vampire paused as he slowly turned to face you. “No, fuck no, hell no. Take your fucking pick.”

Stalking towards you, he stopped till his nose was hovering just above your own.

“Get you shit and get ready to leave.”, he rumbled.

“You sound like John right now. You don’t command me, Edward.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I do. That’s what you agreed to, remember? You and Steve are mine—”

“In bed.”, Steve interrupted, coming around the corner. “In bed we belong to you. She’s still her own woman and is allowed to make her peace. Let’s hear what she has to say.”

“Steven, you and I didn’t have a choice. She does—”

“So you’re going to make it for her?” The long-haired vampire’s jaw clenches as he places his hands on his hips. “You’re right, I didn’t have a choice which is why we never had to have the conversation she wants to have but I always thought about it. If I was still human, you would have remained the same and I would have grown old. We would have lost each other again…”

Eddie’s glassy eyes glance his way as he sighs and takes a seat on the bed.

“After the last time she left and we didn’t have her…I’d rather not experience that now or even 50 years from now.”

“I guess we know what your vote is.”, he sasses.

“I think we can do this in a controlled way so what happened to us doesn’t happen to her especially since we would be doing it without her being hurt or wounded.”

“Fuck. O-Ok but I do it and we can change her after we get where we are going—”

“There’s no rush. I genuinely don’t believe they know where you are and are banking on us streaming again but we can find out. I can find out which guys are working the case and go through the digital file. I didn’t do it before because I didn’t want to put us at risk if I didn’t have to.”, you respond as you sit beside him. “I…I also think we should stream you changing me—”

“That’s a fuck no and I’m not budging on that. I don’t care what you both tell me.”

“I actually agree with him on that one, honey.”

“No, no. I mean we should do this together privately but make our fans and police believe you’re changing me. It will keep them invested to keep the revenue coming no matter where we go and show the police that we aren’t afraid of them. We now know that we can suck each other’s blood so…”

As Eddie sighs again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek.

“I love you, Eddie. I trust you and I know I’m safe with you; both of you.”

Turning to face you, he kisses your forehead and holds you to him.

“Do what you have to do, babe, and we’ll start getting things together.”

***

While the guys packed and ran out to grab some extra blood packs, you did some research into the people hunting for you three. You were right that they hadn’t found you yet but they were getting closer. One of the officers grabbed one of Dustin’s pings he created and traced it to the next town over.

“Hey pretty girl.”, Steve cooed as he slumped down onto his knees beside you. “What did you find out?”

“We’re still ok. They haven’t found us yet and from what I see here they most likely need us to stream again. Now this is a new development.”

Moving the mouse, you click on the news website in the background and play the clip you stumbled on earlier that day.

“So you say, Mrs. Y/L/N, you saw Y/N with Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson?”

“Yes! Oh my goodness.”, your mother sobbed. “She came to visit me in the hospital because I was sick. She was always such a sweet girl. They threatened my life and then dragged her away. They are awful people.”

Feeling your anger, Eddie swished into the room as the other vampire petted your head.

“If you could say anything to your daughter, what would it be?”

“You monsters let my baby go! I love you, Y/N! So…so much…I can’t…”

“That’s not all I found.”, you whisper, clicking another link and pressing play.

“Mr. Munson! Mr. Munson! How do feel about the content your nephew is posting? Do you think he’ll kill Y/N like he did Chrissy?”

“Get off my property! My nephew…my nephew is dead. Haven’t you and this town sullied his memory enough!”

“Police seem to have strong evidence that this is Edward Munson.”

“Well, if he is alive…I hope he stays away. He can be happier with Steven away from these fuckers!” Eddie’s uncle pauses before entering the house the reporters were following him to. “I also want him to know that I love and miss him. I hope your happy, son.”

Steve grabs his partner’s hand as his stoic features faulter and tears begin to slowly fall that he quickly wipes away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Harrington! Anything to say about your son?!”

“We’ve made a statement already! Go away!”

The vampire’s eyes narrow at the sound of his dad’s voice.

“You really don’t think that’s your son in the videos?”

“I know for a fact that’s not my son. No son of mine would engage in that behavior nor be in a relationship with a freak like Edward *beep* Munson. Now leave us be so we can grieve our son in peace!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be, honey.”, he sighs shaking away the frustration. “We, um, got some more blood and we got you some more clothes. We found a house up north; I just need to—”

Eddie’s lips cut his boyfriend off as he cupped his face in his hands and pulled his body closer to his own. When he finally pulled away both boys were panting heavily.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

The pretty vampire smiled softly as his fingers lightly moved some of the other man’s hair out of his face.

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.” His mouth gently kissed him again as he began to sing making the metalhead breathily chuckle. “I’d give up forever to touch you. Cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now.”, he sings back. “We don’t have a song for Y/N.”

“Oh, I don’t need one. It’s ok.”

“No, no, baby. Let’s see what we got.”, Steve smiles as he pushes the button on the stereo and starts searching through stations. He and Eddie cringe as a few come through that aren’t suitable in anyway making you laugh.

“Hey, wait. Go back.” After the vampire does what he asks, you three listen as the long-haired boy grins and bobs his head.

“And I wonder When I sing along with you

If everything could ever be this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang…”

Taking ahold of your hand, Eddie spins you as you both smile and he sings along.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard this one before.”, Steve muses as he watches you two dance.

After letting you go, you grab a hold of his waist and he circles his arms around you as you sing.

“Breathe out So I can breathe you in Hold you in And now I know you've always been…”

Smiling, his lips kiss your forehead as you press your head into his chest.

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you to, sweetheart.”, Eddie replies as he comes behind you and holds you both tightly.

***

“What if I kill you.”

“You won’t, baby. I trust you.”, you try to comfort as you cup his cheek.

Nodding, he tilted towards you, placing soft tender kisses on your lips and along your cheek to your neck. When you feel him hesitate, you run your fingers through his hair and whisper adoration for him as you wait.

When his fangs bit into you, you were surprised how fast you blood left your body. Steve’s worried eyes watched as the color left your face and the sight killed him. Your eyes rolled shut and a tear left his eye as the memory of finding Eddie in the upside down flashed through his mind.

The vampire wanted to calm him but he couldn’t.

He had to focus on you.

After releasing his hold on you, he hurriedly wiped your blood from his chin and bit into his wrist offering it to you.

“Come on, baby girl. Come on. We need you to drink.” Just as Steve’s had, your eyes snapped open as the sweet taste hit your lips and you began to drink from him. “Fuck…good girl, princess. Mmph…There you go.”

Abruptly, you detached from his arm and passed out against the pillow as Eddie began to dizzily fall back.

“Whoa, honey. I got you. Are you ok?”

“B-Blood, Steve. I need… please.”

He didn’t waste any time, running to the kitchen and back as he tore the bag open for his partner to take.

“What happens now?”

“Now, we wait.”

Neither man left your side as they kept a diligent eye on you. Eddie held your hand while Steve kept his palm on your chest to make sure you were still breathing.

“It’s weird…I can’t feel her anymore.”

“When she wakes up you will and it will be more in tune. When you woke up that feeling was incredibly strong.”

Hearing the sadness in his voice, Steve reaches over runs his fingers along his face.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Everything.” Eddie glances his way and his boyfriend’s loving gaze fills him with warmth. “I never thought about the future. I guess because I was stuck like this…it didn’t even occur to me that you two would age and I wouldn’t. When would you have asked me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know how to bring it up. All I really wanted was for us to have what we always talked about. A happy, simple life away from all the bullshit in Hawkins.” Steve grins when his partner chuckles. “A nice two-bedroom home where we could settle down and have a family. Three boys and three girls you and I would spoil rotten. I would work some office job with so-so benefits and brag about my rockstar husband who was on tour but coming home soon.”

Eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore as the last couple days events hit him and he began to cry.

“I know, honey. I know”, he cooed as he held his free hand.

#############

The sound of something crashing to the ground startles both vampires as they sit up and jump out of bed realizing you were no longer between them. They could feel you though; fuck could they feel you.

“Jesus, Eddie…”, Steve groaned as his head lulled to the side.

“I-I know. Stay focused. We need t-to get our girl back first.”

“I don’t know if I can.”, the vampire whined as his palm began absently grazing the bulge in his pants.

“You will because I told you to, little boy. Do you understand?”, Eddie hissed.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Slowly moving down the hall, they searched every nook and cranny before something loud in the kitchen caught their attention. They found you on the floor balancing on your heels in your bra and shorts they had laid you down in. The sound of your growling filled the room as you continued to bang on the refrigerator door with your palm.

“Y/N.”

Jumping at the sound of Eddie’s voice, you fell on to your butt and pressed your back to the cabinets as your black eyes glared his way.

“Sweetheart, everything’s ok. You’re alright.”

It took you moment but something in your face softened and your crawled towards him, pushing him back slightly before banging your hand on the door again.

“Daddy. Hungry.”

“You’re hungry, baby?” Reaching in, he takes out a bag and tears it open, handing it to you. Your wide eyes watch him as if he’s figured out a riddle you had spent thousands of years trying to solve and when he offers you what you want, you take it from him without question and chug it back. “Good. Good girl.”

After three blood packs and a peaceful smile on your face, even Eddie could still feel a hunger within you.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.”

Steve couldn’t control it any longer as his eyes darkened and his own hunger took over. Grabbing his partner’s shirt, he pushed him to the side as he began to crawl towards you. In your state, you perceived the action as hostile and practically roared as you tackled his chest, pinning him to the floor.

“NO! Bad boy…hurt…Daddy!”

His wrists tried to push against your hands but you were much stronger than before. Eddie couldn’t help but be utterly fascinated as he watched you both interact.

“Say…SORRY!” When he hesitates, your nose presses to his as you growl in a low voice that makes them both hard. “Now.”

“Sorry…Daddy…Sorry, honey.”

At the term, your eyes blink in surprise as you sit up slightly to gaze along his features. Steve’s own black irises search your face for recognition, finding it in your sudden shift of demeanor.

“Steve…”, you coo as lean down and run your nose up his bare, hairy chest to his neck. “Boy…hungry?” He nods emphatically, literally ripping your shorts from your body after pulling down his pants enough to free his cock. “Ask.”

A small whine leaves him as he turns to face Eddie whose eyes were now also black as he stroked his own length while watching you.

“Daddy…hungry. Please?”

He growled in response, hastily coming up to take his place behind you and runs his tongue up your spine to your shoulder. You mewl as you lower yourself down onto the man beneath you, gripping his neck to pull him up so you could press his head into your chest. Clinging to your hips, the metalhead guided himself into your ass and your head fell back onto his shoulder as they both roughly thrust into you.

When their fangs pierced your skin, you clenched around them causing them both to grunt and hold you tighter.

“Steve…Eddie…fuck.”

As your fingers tangled into his hair, you bit down on the pretty boy’s shoulder and his moan reverberated through the house as his body shook while releasing his seed inside you. The metalhead circled around to rub fast circles into your clit and you came off Steve with a heavy pant as he fell back onto the floor.

Taking ahold of his arm pressed to your chest, you brought it to your mouth as you bit into the skin. Eddie’s head flew back as your pussy quivered around him and you came hard. Yanking your hair, he shoved your face next to his boyfriend’s as he chased his high and with a few more aggressive thrusts warmed your insides.

Heavy breathing filled the room as both boys passed out beside you.

#################

5-year-old you pulls her knees to her chin as you hid under the kitchen table listening to your parents fight.

“Fuck you! You want to leave me than fucking leave and take that little brat with you.”

“I can’t! Jesus, you never listen! Marnie, doesn’t want kids right now.”

“Oh, oh. The slut doesn’t want kids so I guess whatever she says goes. I didn’t want kids either yet here we are!”, your mother slurs.

You listen to the sound of his footsteps as he stomps out the door leaving you behind. Glass shatters as the beer bottle she threw hits the wall before she falls to her knees and sobs.

12-year-old you cries as the police officer lifts you into his arms and tries to carry you out of the foster home you were physically fighting to stay in.

“Y/N, come on! You need to go be with your mom.”

“NO! I want to stay here! Please don’t make me go back!” You kick the officer, hitting his stomach causing him to drop you to the floor. As fast as you could you get up and run to the woman you had been calling mom for over 6 months. “Please! I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise!”

“Sweetheart, listen to me.”, she empathetically murmurs as she sinks to her knees. “It’s time for you to be with your mom. Who knows maybe things will be different this time.”

“It-It won’t. It never is.”

You and your boyfriend panted as you tried to catch your breath hiding under the pier.

“Woo, that was close!”, he laughs as 15-year-old you grins up at him. “But hey, now we can eat.”

Tossing the wallet to the side, he takes out the money and reaches for your hand as he guides up the bank towards the stores above. After purchasing a burger and some fries, you both share it as he lights a cigarette and stares off into the distance.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, babe.”, you smile as you bite into a fry.

When his fingers reach out to touch your face, you can’t help but flinch when his thumb grazes the cut on your lip from when he thought you were giving him attitude.

“I really do. Things are going to get better, Y/N. I promise.”

She couldn’t even make it three months. The police had brought you back home and as soon as they left your mother went off about you running away and how that made her look. By the third month, you tried to leave again and she stopped you.

“What happened to your arm, Y/N? You said you fell?”, the doctor asked as he began wrapping the cast around the limb.

You didn’t move or say a word as you stared off into the void. What was the point? The cops knew how she was yet they kept bringing you back. Even if you told this doctor the truth it wouldn’t matter.

“Sweetheart, I can help you. I just need you to tell me what happened.” The man sighs when you remain silent before whispering under his breath. “You don’t have to say anything just nod your head, ok? Did you fall?”

Your eyes meet his for a brief moment before autopilot takes over and you shake your head.

“Did your mother do this? Did she grab you?”

You nod.

“Ok.”

You stare at the screen in front of you as two men known as Renfield and Dracula make love to each other before biting his neck. A heavy sigh left you at the action and the human boy’s moan hit straight to your heart down to your core.

You had been watching them for over a month now and you couldn’t explain it but something about them just pulled you in. Hearing their voices and watching how they took care of each other made you feel safe. It’s part of the reason you kept coming back even though you knew if John ever found out you were seeing this he’d probably kill you.

That following day you were surprised when a message from the site appeared when you signed in from the creators themselves inviting you to a private session.

When their faces illuminated your screen, a little sigh left your chest. They were both so handsome up close. Because of the technology, you weren’t able to really see their features before but now you could see them in all their glory. Dracula’s eyes fluttered slightly behind his mane of hair.

“Hey Mina.”

Renfield glances his way in surprise as his partner spoke. Usually, he was the one that did the bulk of the talking so when he initiated, he was taken a back.

InnocentLittleMina: Hello.

“Hey, honey. We, um, we just wanted to reach out to you because we see you pop up from time to time. You don’t talk or engage very much.”

InnocentLittleMina: Yeah. A lot of the people here are kind of rude.

“Ha. Yeah they are. We were wondering and we understand if you say no but would you want to work for us? Dracula says a moderator could really help us get some control over these people. You don’t have to tell us your name or anything. We can send money straight to your account.”

InnocentLittleMina: You’d pay me?

“Yeah, honey. Of course.”

“However much you want.”, Dracula adds again making his partner’s head quirk to the side. “You just…seem like a kind person with a good heart.”

InnocentLittleMina: You don’t know me.

“We’d like to.”

His words flow through you almost as if you can feel how genuine they are. What’s the worst that could happen?

InnocentLittleMina: “Ok. I’d love to help.”

***

Both men groan as their eyes open and take in the scene before them. After what they saw, they couldn’t care less. They just needed to find you.

Rising to their feet, they power walk down the hall to find you closing a suitcase and quietly taking a seat on the bed. Your eyes lock with theirs as you softly smile and shrug.

“See? I told you I had experienced real monsters.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie breathed as he sat beside you and pulled you to his chest. “I’m so fucking sorry you went through all that. We would never ever fucking hurt you like them.”

“Or let anyone hurt you like that.”, Steve added as he knelt in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Calm. Clear. It’s weird. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’m…home.”

“Because you are, baby.”, the pretty boy cooed as he kissed your palms.

“While you two were asleep, I packed up some clothes for us. I’m not sure what else we need.”

“Let me see if that relator guy called.”

After he disappeared, the metalhead cupped your face in his hands as his eyes ran along your face. You still looked like the girl they fell in love with but you seemed to have this air of confidence surrounding you that made him fall even harder.

“I wish I could have seen your life the way I saw his and you two saw mine. I think it’s because him and I are new…”

“Oh, baby girl, trust me. You don’t want to see that. Not all in succession like that. Everything kind of sucked till I met Steve. Before him it was a blur of heartache and anger.” When he sighed, your palm circled around the back of his neck and brought his forehead down to yours eliciting a small, nervous chuckle to fall from his lips. “Fuck…are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”, you murmur.

“Y/N, I’m a jaded asshole.”, he laughed. “It takes me a while to trust anyone and feel safe but the feeling running through me right now… God it’s so quiet. I can breathe.”

“Because that’s how I feel with you two, Daddy. You’re feeling me.”

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he groaned, his lips falling to the side of your neck.

“Wait…Wait, Eddie. I need to show you both something first.”

####################

Present Day

“Ok, Williams, we’re right outside the door. Going in, in two.”

The officer paces around his desk as he glares at the screen watching both men continue to feed while blood drips down your neck.

“Good. They’re still streaming in front of their computer. Be careful! They shouldn’t be armed but I’m not sure if they’ll react hostilely.”

“Entering in, 3, 2, 1. GO, BOYS!”

As soon as the door kicked in, a little box appears at the corner of your current feed showing the raiding team running through the house. Everything was still in its place including the blood staining the floor by the fridge.

“We have all eyes on us, guys. Go slow.”

When they find the bedroom, they scream into the void for you three to get down…

Only to find now one there.

The swat leader walked towards the computer, tearing off the note that was taped to the screen.

“I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

Our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time.

-Mina”

“FUCK!”, Officer Williams shouted as he kicked the chair in front of him.

CaliforniaPD: You can keep running all you want but you are just making it harder on yourselves! We found you once and we can find you again!”

You whine as your head falls against Steve’s chest and your black eyes flash towards the screen with a small smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m sorry to say, for you, we’re a lot stronger now than we’ve ever been.”, Eddie rumbled sarcastically towards the camera.

As you pull away to lean against the metalhead’s shoulder, the other vampire growls low with needs as his head follows yours for a moment before hesitating to focus on the camera.

“We don’t want any trouble. We just want to be left alone to be happy together but we will gladly do this dance again to keep ourselves protected and keep her safe!”

Your palm ran down his back, calming him as he tilted his head to place open mouth kisses on your shoulder as his own hand absently traveled under your shirt to run along the skin of your stomach. Eddie growled at the action as both vampires glared at each other. Grabbing his throat, the long-haired boy pulled his boyfriend’s lips to his own passionately.

“I think you all have had enough of a show…and I’m…hungry.” At the last word, your tone drops and after you wink towards the camera, you move the mouse, and shut it down.

***

“Did you guys see that? Over one million people were watching us!”, you giggle excitedly.

“Mhmm.”

Both vampires were still distracted as they detached from each other to kiss your neck again. Grinning as you bit your lip, wind messed their hair as you flash ran towards the other side of your new shared bedroom.

“Oh, come on, boys. Now focus.”

Trying to run after you, you hastily sprinted away, your beautiful laugh filling the new house you three were going to be living in. Eddie was the one to catch you first, practically tackling you to the ground in the living room and pinning your wrists beside your head.

“Hi, Daddy.”

As you beam up at him, he can’t help but smile down at you before bringing his lips to yours. Your hands flex in his grip but he remains steadfast as he kisses softly down your body and over your blood-stained shirt.

Steve crawls towards you both on his hands and knees, falling onto his tummy with his hand grabbing your cheek to turn your head so he could kiss you. Letting you go, your hands remain where they are as Eddie pulls down your panties and tosses them to the side.

His strong palms dig into your thighs as he lifts your legs over his shoulders and you moan against the other man’s lips as Eddie presses his face into your cunt wasting no time as his mouth devours you.

Your legs close around him and he mewls into you as your back arches off the floor.

“Fuck, Daddy! Your mouth feels so good.”

Maneuvering behind him, Steve spreads his partners legs a bit wider and his groans vibrate through your core as the pretty boy runs his tongue between Eddie’s cheeks. You grin blissfully as you watch the sight before you and you run your fingers through the metalhead’s hair.

“That’s it, honey. Fuck. Make our girl cum. Jesus, Y/N, I can feel how good he’s making you feel. Daddy’s so fucking amazing with that mouth isn’t he? It’s why he never shuts up.”

Eddie’s growls turn into moans when his boyfriend effortlessly slides two fingers inside him while pushing his head harder against your pussy.

“Oh, god!”

Your eyes roll back as you grind your hips against the vampire’s tongue till you tumble over the edge and cum. Releasing him from your grip around his shoulders, you pant as you try to catch your breath, shuddering at the feel of Eddie’s heavy exhales fanning your dripping core.

You’re not sure if it was the dominance within him or just how sexy both men looked right now but something inside you bubbled forward and you rushed towards them, tackling Steve to the floor.

“Hungry!”

Abruptly an arm wrapped around your stomach and pushed you back against the hardwood.

“No.”, the long-haired vampire hissed as his hand clung to your throat. “You ask, little girl. The rules haven’t changed. Not yet anyway.”

“Want…boy!”

“Beg me, Y/N.”, he cooed in a sultry voice that had both you and the other man whining. “Beg Daddy, baby girl.”

“Please, Daddy. Want…” You pause as you blink, trying to clear the fog and intense need from your brain so you could focus. “I want Steve. Please, may I…have him.”

As the black irises disappear and your natural eye color returns so does his as he smiles before giving you a tender kiss. After moving out of the way, he ushers Steve between your legs and helps lift your shirt over your head.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just couldn’t—”

“Control yourself. I know, honey. I understand. You’re doing a lot better than I did though.” He taps his cock against your sensitive clit a couple of times making you jump and you both let out a strangled moan as he slides himself inside of you. “Shit. Always so fucking good.”

Falling on to your chest, he rolls his waist as you cling to his shoulders, leaving little pecks along his skin. When you bite into his flesh, he grunts loudly and snaps his hips hard, punching his length deep inside your heat.

As he picks up his pace, you release him and he pushes up onto his knees, looping his arms under the back of your own so he can hold your legs open. Feeling someone near him, he opens his eyes to be met with his boyfriend’s cock in his face. Steve opened his mouth willingly and Eddie’s mouth fell open as he bobbed his head, taking him as far back as he could.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good boy. Jesus, I love watching you two together.”

Threading his fingers through his hair, the metalhead groaned as he fucked his partner’s face making you whine and clench around his own cock every time you heard him gag.

“Mmm—there you go, Steve. Make our pretty girl cum.”

Shoving Eddie’s stomach, Steve growled with need as he pushed him out of his way and wrapped his arms around your back, lifting you up till you were face to face with him. Hugging him to your chest, you used his neck as leverage as you bounced and grinded against him.

When his fangs pierced your skin, your eyes squeezed shut as you did the same, taking him in as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass, guiding your movements till you trembled and came. Steve grunted at the feeling, pushing you back down onto the floor and pounding his cock into you so deeply you swear you could feel him in your stomach, through your heart, and into your soul.

“Fuck!”, he growled in his deep vampire tone as his movements stalled and you whined as he pumped his spend aggressively into your cunt.

You couldn’t help but breathily giggle as Steve continued to run his lips and tongue along your body. Pushing his chest, you disappeared from underneath him but Eddie anticipated your move, running ahead of you and slamming his palm against the wall as his arm shot out to stop you. Before you could run the other way, he blocked you and pinned your front side to the hallway.

His hand playfully spanked your behind and you both mewled as he guided his cock into your entrance.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, Eddie held your hands above your head and thrust his hips roughly against yours, his humid pants in your ear turning you on even more.

“Shit…baby. Your little pussy is…so fucking perfect. J-Just like you.”

Hastily, he pulls out, turns you around to face him, and lifts you into his strong arms as you reach down to slide his length back inside you. You cling to him as he fucks his cock deep into your core leaving you both grunting into the other face. Not being able to wait, you bite into his neck and he growls loudly before doing the same.

After dropping one of your legs, Eddie balances his forearm on the wall next to your head as aggressively takes what’s his. Your body shakes as the coil breaks in your tummy causing the metalhead himself to fall over the ledge as he thrust his release inside you.

As you slump over in his embrace, you feel wind move your hair as Steve runs to the bathroom to turn on the shower and Eddie lifts you again so your legs are wrapped around him as he carries you that way. You can feel it in their energies, they are just as exhausted as you, leaning against you, each other, or the wall to keep from falling over.

You barely even feel it when they dry you and carry you over to the bed.

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“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I don’t know. I think…I think something’s wrong with Mina.” Eddie sighs when Steve turns away from him and focuses on the computer in front of him. “She feels…alone. I don’t like it, Steven. It reminds me of how I felt growing up with my dad.”

“There’s nothing we can do, Ed.”

“We can—”

“No. We’re not having this discussion again.”

“Why?! Why would it be so bad to bring her here? It feels like she’d be safer with us than wherever she is now!”

“Eddie, have you taken a look around? We’re on the run, you’re a vampire, we do this internet stuff for money. It’s not exactly lavish!”

Both men glare at each other as their computer pings informing them that you were online.

“Hey, Mina. O-Oh my god. What happened?”, Steve gasps as he and his partner take in the slowly forming ring around your eye.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m so clumsy and fell. Thankfully John was here to help me.”

“Yeah…thankfully…”, Eddie growled towards Steve as his heart broke for you.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why?”, you giggle as you shrug. “You didn’t do this to me, Renfield. I did it to myself.”

***

Your glassy eyes take him in as your boyfriend huffs around the bedroom before kneeling in front of you to place an ice pack on your cheek. All you wanted him to do was leave so you could talk to Renfield and Dracula.

You had no idea how you were going to explain this new wound to them. It was so weird having people in your life who genuinely cared about your wellbeing and you found yourself lying to them more than you ever did to keep any of your toxic partners or family calm.

They were your friends…you didn’t want them to worry…

“This is your fault. Why do you push me like that, Y/N?”

“I just asked you when you were getting off work…”

You jump as he tosses the pack hard against the wall.

“See? It’s that fucking attitude!”

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper, fully giving up and accepting blame so all this would end.

Sighing, he runs his fingers along your arm as his own eyes scan you over.

“Will you be alright?”

He takes your nod as enough confirmation, rising to his feet and finally leaving your house. Gradually, you stand as well and head to the bathroom to wash your face.

Sitting in front of your computer, you stare at the screen as you debate on rescheduling with them but you are so desperate for a kind voice to say something…anything…to comfort you from the current hell you’re in.

***

Your eyes slowly opened just as the sun was beginning to descend behind your black out curtains, smiling softly when they land on Steve’s gentle yet sad expression.

“It’s ok.”, you murmur as you reach out to caress his cheek.

Catching your hand mid-air, he brings it to his lips as he scoots closer to your frame.

“It’s not. You could have been with us this whole time.”

“Steve, you didn’t know—”

“But I should have. Eddie saved me from my father and took me in when everything was falling apart in my house. He always told me he understood and I was always grateful for that. I should have known the first time he felt something.”

“But you’re here now.”, Eddie replied groggy from sleep as you rolled onto your back so you could see them both. “Y/N, if ever you don’t want to play rough or anything like that, you know we’d still love you. I don’t want to trigger you or—”

“No, baby, no. You’re not.”, you assure him. “With my mom and my exes… I never had any kind of control over what was happening. With you two, even last night, I know you’d stop if I asked. I can feel it.”

Eddie sighs pleasantly when you place your palm on his chest.

“Speaking of last night, you were really sexy, Miss Computer Hacker, hiding those skills under that beautiful head of hair.” You laugh as he leans in to tenderly kiss your neck.

“You’re both safe with me to. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Steve tilts down to slowly kiss your skin as well making you groan as you turn into Eddie’s chest making him chuckle as he presses you to him. The other vampire’s hairy chest grazes your back and you grin as you listen to them kiss above you.

“What do you want to tonight, honey?”, Steve whispered as his fingers ran up your arms.

“We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways.”, you recited making the metalhead laugh again.

“So did you just memorize the book or?”

“It’s one of my favorites.”, you beam up at him as you kiss his lips and crane your neck to do the same with the other man. “We can rewrite the ending though.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 2

LOL! I am loving the reactions for this. This is going to be part fun, with a little a seriousness, because Steve does have to be built up a bit.

Part 1

Step Three and Four: Getting your crush alone and Building Their Self-Esteem

This next two are interchangeable depending on your jock. If you think building their confidence is needed before you get them alone, you’ll need to do that first. But you if think that getting them away from their peer group first is essential to building their confidence; get them alone first.

“I think with Lucas,” Max said, “I would need to get him alone first. Because I don’t think he realizes how much they look down on him.”

Eddie nodded. “I did the opposite way with Steve. I needed build his confidence in front of everyone else, so that they would stop picking on his intelligence.”

Max nodded. She had been there for a couple of those smack downs. And she approved.

Now that you’ve established a shared interest, you’ll want to get them alone with you as often as possible. It’s harder to make moves on oblivious jockus, when there are others around to block you, make fun of your attempts, or even catch on to what your doing. Because if they figure it out before the jock, then they’ll tell him and ruin your plans. You want him to come to you all on his own and not because his friends told him to.

But as I said, I had to build his confidence first.

“Look, I know what a gorgon is,” Steve complained. “And I know what a demogorgon is. But what you just said right now, the gelatinous cube thing? That sounds like something I did at a rager.”

“Can you not talk about your slutty past while we’re talking about D&D, please?” Dustin asked, rolling his eyes.

Steve threw his arms in the air. “I’m not! I’m just saying it sounds stupid.”

“It’s not stupid!” Mike cried. “It nearly ate me. And it destroyed my shield. And and part of my armor!”

“This isn’t real life, man,” Lucas said. “I know we’ve gone up against some pretty heinous shit, but in the game world it’s pretty scary.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth and he grinned that closed mouth grin that made him look condescending. Steve raised an eyebrow, fully expecting Eddie to join in on the dog piling.

“It’s pretty lame, guys,” Eddie said, kicking back and putting his feet up on the table, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “In fact it was pretty pathetic you got caught in it all.”

Steve pointed to Eddie. “See?”

Eddie grinned. “I was bored. And we weren’t really moving forward in the campaign so I threw it at you to see what you would do. And Mike pretty much tripped and fell into it.”

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas all winced.

“And Steve is allowed an opinion,” Eddie growled. “Even to an outsider, a gelatinous cube sounds lame. Now everyone apologize to Steve.”

The three boys looked at each other in shame and they mumbled their apologies.

Steve straightened up.

Once you start building up his esteem, give your jock opportunities to show off his intelligence.

Steve was waiting for Eddie to divvy up gold and experience. He frowned at all the stats they were rattling off.

“How do you keep track of all this stuff?” he asked.

“Well,” Mike said with a sneer, “if you weren’t so slow...”

“Hey,” Will defended. “You try remembering all that stuff with three concussions.”

Eddie just shook his head. “It’s not about intelligence, Steve. It’s about interest.”

Dustin frowned. “No it’s not.”

“I can prove it,” Eddie replied. Steve had his hands on his hips, his mouth a firm line. “Hey, Steve whose team is arguably the best in the NBA?”

Steve’s frown deepened, but he starting talking about who had the best defense and whose offense was superior before landing on a specific team.

All four boys stared at him in shock.

“Now who understood that?” Eddie asked, gleefully rubbing his hands together.

Lucas raised a tentative hand.

Eddie nodded. “Because you’re interested, right?”

The boy nodded.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie called again, this time Steve looked a little less leery. “Who do you think will win the World Series this year? Not your favorite team, but the best one overall.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. And he rambled on for about five minutes explaining who had the best chances of going all the way.

Again all mouths remained slack jawed and all eyes remained wide open.

Eddie grinned. “Now who understood that?”

Will raised his hand. “A little. My dad used to watch baseball.”

Mike nodded. “I understood that a little bit more than I did the basketball.”

“That’s because someone you know would watch it all the time,” Eddie said, “that you kinda pick up a little bit. But you wouldn’t be able to rattle off those stats yourself, right?” He leaned forward, putting his hands on the table.

Mike and Will shook their heads.

“It’s just like I can name all of Metalica’s albums or my five classes in D&D,” Eddie continued. “Steve isn’t slow or stupid. He just has different interests. And it’s not as though you had all that D&D stuff memorized when you first started. And I bet Steve didn’t either, but years of watching and playing gave him that knowledge.”

“How did you know Steve could do that?” Dustin asked.

Eddie laughed. “He and my Uncle Wayne get together on the weekends when I’m practicing with my band to watch sports. They are often argue stats.”

Steve stared at him in shock and then blushed. “I didn’t realize you were about paying attention.”

Eddie just smiled.

Once you’ve given him chances to show off his smarts, make sure you shut down further attempts from his friends to insult his intelligence.

Steve was cleaning up after movie night with the help of Eddie and some very reluctant gremlins.

“You guys made the mess,” Steve insisted. “You get to clean up. Except Max, who, you know, is still using crutches?”

Max smiled up from the couch. “I get to supervise!”

Steve laughed. “Which you won’t use to lord over us at all...” he said sarcastically.

She just grinned bigger.

Steve started by handing out assignments. Lucas was on garbage duty, Will and El were on dishes (the only two Steve trusted not to break anything), Dustin was on vacuum duty, and Mike was wiping down counters.

Mike rolled his eyes. “This isn’t a sport, Steve. Just tell us to clean up and we’ll do it.”

Eddie paused from where he was putting away the food in the fridge. “No you won’t.”

Dustin frowned. “What? Yes we will.”

Eddie scoffed harder. “No, you won’t. As evidenced by how you guys clean up after D&D.”

Lucas stopped picking up the garbage. “We help.”

“You do,” Eddie agreed. “Will, too. But Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum here,” he pointed to Dustin and Mike, “will sit on their asses and chat about the campaign, while the rest of us clean up.”

Dustin and Mike opened their mouths to argue, but Eddie leveled a glare at them and they closed them again.

“Besides,” Will said, “there’s nothing wrong with everyone being assigned a task. It gets everything done quicker so we can all go home.”

Steve smirked. “And order isn’t just about sports. Even you guys have an order in your game, right? Initiative, right?”

“But that’s different,” Mike whined.

Eddie grinned. “You remembered!”

The boys paused and then turned to Steve with open mouths.

“I told you guys it was about interest,” Eddie said. “Right, Steve?”

Steve grinned. “Right, Eds.”

“I still can’t believe he missed the fact that you paid attention to his interests,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

Eddie shrugged. “I think he was impressed, but didn’t want to get his hopes up.”

“I mean Steve gives as good as he gets most of the time,” Max said, “but even I didn’t realize what a number they’ve done on his self-esteem until you started calling it out.”

Eddie shrugged. “I don’t think anyone realized it was affecting him. Because like you said, he can bitch with the best of them.”

“It’s some times the questions are dumb,” she said, a bit defensively.

“You talking about the vampire/Vecna comment?” Eddie asked.

She blushed. “That’s one of them, yeah.”

“Is it really that outrageous that the Upside Down might have vampires?”

She paused and thought about it. She huffed a laugh. “No I suppose not.”

Getting your jock alone. Depending on their friend group this can either be very easy (offering to do something together that the rest of the friends don’t want to do) or very difficult (having friends that are willing to go outside their comfort zone to spend time with them).

“Steve must have been a hard one to get alone,” Max said.

“Very,” Eddie agreed. “And it wasn’t just people wanting to hang out with him, it was someone or several someones wanting rides. So I had to get get creative.”

Steve showed up the government funded house with Robin in tow.

“Buckley,” he greeted warmly. “I didn’t realize you were coming, too. I only got stuff for two of us.”

Steve blushed. “We looked up the movie at work and she thought it sounded interesting. I guess I should have called before we came over.”

Robin on the other hand looked unapologetic. “It’s fine, I brought my own goodies!” She held up a bag of Twizzlers and a bottle of soda.

Eddie sighed and let them both in. He put in the movie and sat in the middle of the sofa, forcing Robin and Steve to sit on either side.

“Why do you get the middle?” Robin asked.

“My house, therefore I get the best seat,” Eddie said smugly.

Steve looked around him to look at Robin in the eye. “He’s got a point, Robs. Plus, we did surprise him with your presence.”

Robin rolled her eyes and settled into watch the movie.

Eddie had seen it before so there weren’t even anything so much as a thrill, but Robin had her hands in front of her face, fingers spread so that she close them in a hurry if she needed to.

What Eddie loved was when Steve jumped twice. Because each time he jumped, he got closer to Eddie. By the time the ominous warning came at the end he was practically glued to Eddie’s side.

“Nope, nope, nope...” Robin said. “Never again. I don’t even like old horror, I’ve decided.”

Eddie shrugged. “I mean I was assuming that Steve and I were going to watch it together and he was going to preview it for you. Like he usually does.”

Robin’s jaw dropped as she looked at a smug Eddie and a Steve that had “I told you so” written all over his face. It wasn’t mocking or cruel.

She crumpled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crashed your movie night. It was mean and apparently stupid. I won’t be doing that again, that’s for sure.”

“How the hell did Steve not recognize his own moves when thrown directly in his face?” Max asked, rolling her eyes.

“Obliviousness is their best trait after all,” Eddie teased. But the smile slid from his face. “With Steve?”

“Yes,” she said, realizing he was about to drop something deep about the boy she considered her brother.

“I think it’s because in all the time he’s dated, he’s never once been the one that got taken care of,” he murmured. “He’s had to shoulder all the emotional burden. So cuddling up on the sofa watching a scary movie didn’t register because he’s always watched those kind of movies alone first and never had someone to lean on when he got frightened.”

“That sucks,” she deadpanned. “I’m glad he has you, Eddie.”

“Me too,” he said softly. “Me too.”

Now that you’ve established that there won’t be any further interference from the best friend, set up a regular time to do the activity. That way it becomes a routine that when asked if they’re doing something at that time, they’ll say they have plans.

“Come on, Steve,” Dustin said. “We want to go to the arcade today, they’re having a two-for-one special on pizza when you buy a game pass.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I told you have plans. Ask someone else.”

Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. “We did. We asked Eddie, but he has plans, too!”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“You know, we call our jocks oblivious,” Max said, “but their friends can certainly be dense fuckers too.”

Eddie laughed. “I know, right?”

She shook her head. “Who did they think you had plans with?”

Eddie shrugged. “My bandmates would be my guess.”

“But then you would have said that,” she said exasperated. “Who did they think Steve had plans with?”

Eddie laughed.

“Robin will be fine if you don’t spend every waking moment with her,” Dustin continued, rolling his eyes. “When was the last time you went to the arcade with us?”

Steve’s other eyebrow shot up. “Last week, dude. And the week before that. I have plans. Both Mike and Will have siblings that drive. Hell, now that Argyle is back in town, I bet he would love to try out the arcade, he’s never been.”

Dustin looked leery. Steve threw his arms in the air and stormed over to the phone. He pulled the rolodex of party numbers that he kept on the counter closer to him and hit “A”. It went to Argyle’s number and he dialed it.

“Bro!” Argyle greeted.

“Hey, it’s Steve,” he said with a smile.

“My dude,” Argyle said cheerfully. “How can I help you on this fine fine day?”

“Hey, the kids wanted to go to the arcade today,” Steve explained, “But Eddie and I have plans, so I was wondering if you wanted to go. They have a special on pizza today and they wanted in on that.”

“You said the magic word, my dude!” Argyle said. “Pizza is my middle name. I just don’t know where the nugs live.”

“You know where I live, though, right?” Steve asked.

“Of course, man,” Argyle said with a grin. “Biiiig house. Hard to forget.”

Steve laughed. “You can pick Dustin up here and then he can direct you to the other ‘nugs’ houses.”

“Sounds totally awesome, my man!” Argyle said happily. “I’ll there in fifteen.”

Steve hung up and turned to Dustin with a raised eyebrow. “Now was that so difficult?”

Dustin sighed. “No...”

“I remember that!” Max said. “Argyle brought Jonathan and they were way more fun then with Steve because they didn’t try and mother hen us.”

Eddie laughed. “He just gets worried because he’s seen you guys in way too many situations that were literally life or death. It kinda skews things.”

Max clicked her tongue. “That’s fair.” She paused for a moment. “So we’ve established a routine, what’s next?”

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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This may make me look like an idiot bc I can’t articulate myself BUT!!!!!!!! Big Queer Good Omens meta incoming

I want to talk about This Neil Gaiman ask for a minute because I figured out why I really like his blanket response to this “discourse” a lot but still somewhat disagree on the nuance, and why fandom attitudes about this bother me much much more than his open ended response like this one

Under a read more because im going to get Insane

First of all this is going to be riddled with my own viewpoints on queerness as a transmasculine nonbinary person who reads too much theory so if u disagree please be polite lol

So like. To begin with I really don’t think Neil is obligated to understand these nuances or even comment on them, let alone explain them to fans desperate for validation, so the fact that he’s been able to answer so eloquently is pretty impressive considering how vicious fandom is. But I want to specifically talk about what I think he means here and why that seems to bother fandom so much sometimes, and how fan interpretation of these ideas he presents can get Really weird and interesting imo.

In my view, Neil is answering this from a Doylist perspective, as in like. To the real life human audience, angels and demons are inherently queer because they don’t fit into traditional human definitions of genders and sexualities. This especially comes across in his insistence that Aziraphale and Crowley aren’t gay because they aren’t human men, but they ARE queer. This literally just looks to me like him saying “yeah so no angels and demons fit into these categories so they’re definitely queer from our perspective but I understand ‘gay’ as being two men and i don’t think that fits because it’s narrow” and while I disagree on some nuances here for reasons I’ll get into I think this makes total sense as an author describing how, from his perspective, an audience is intended to view these nonhuman characters.

However, I’m much more interested in a more Watsonian explanation of how A&C are queer, one that’s much more relativistic and honestly not something I expect Neil to go over every time he gets another ask about this???? My opinion has always been that A&C choosing human queer masculinity is significant and that it gives evidence to them being nonbinary, transmasc, gay, ace, aro, anything that people headcanon really. Because they are presenting themselves as queer in a HUMAN way in universe imo, which makes them queer not just by the standards of the audience but by the standards of other angels and demons in the story? I think that the fact that they were created as sexless and genderless and then CHOSE human gender presentations, whether nonbinary or not, that reflected themselves, and then them being in love with each other in a human way IS what makes them queer, not Just the idea that an angel without a gender or sexuality/romantic or other relationship orientation is inherently queer from the average human’s perspective. People who just want them to be Human Cis Gay Men are really missing this idea I think.

The thing is though. And I don’t think this is Neil’s problem to solve or whatever, nor does it mean “stop liking that angels and demons are genderless”. The thing that annoys the shit out of me. Is that fandom, even queer fandom, took Neil’s Doylist explanation of celestial beings’ gender status and just didn’t think any further about it. To this day people insist that A&C MUST be nonbinary forever just because they’re an angel and demon and were made that way. Like literally just inventing Fantasy Biological Essentialism again which is annoying as hell to me, another nonbinary person. Again, the fact that they were created without any sense of gender or biological sex and then chose any humanish gender for themselves at all whether nonbinary or not is what makes them queer in universe I feel. I think the “they’re an angel and demon so they’re inherently nonbinary and can’t be anything else” is shit tbh.

To reiterate, I think Neil is responding about this from a Doylist perspective aka “to the real life audience all angels and demons are queer because they don’t fit into human genders and sexualities” but I am focused much more on the Watsonian idea that A&C are queer in universe bc angels and demons can choose their gender presentations like humans can and everyone else hasn’t figured it out bc they haven’t been on earth to figure out what gender even is. I feel fandom gets weird about this because lots of people still see gender as something solely internal and inherent, when I genuinely don’t think that’s all it is. It’s internal feeling, external projection/behavior, and both of those as a reflection of social experience all at once. The feelings and internal sense of Knowing your gender or lack thereof is inherent to your self identity, but your gender is also informed by what you understand genders as, and what presentations you understand and have access to! Aziraphale and Crowley can be Human Genders because, because they’ve been on earth, they 1)know what gender is, 2)can see those feelings reflected in themselves, and 3)through that understanding choose how to present based on their feelings! They don’t just have to be genderless celestial beings in the sense angels are if they don’t feel like it anymore! They can be like “oh actually I’m a queer man” or “oh I’m nonbinary but in the way that I’m among humans and I’m not a man or woman.” I just feel like only considering them queer from a human or angel perspective but not both is sort of undermining the themes in the text against bioessentialism in favor of the instant validation of “oh they’re angels so they must be nonbinary.” Perhaps having any human gender presentation is queer to the average angel. Our internal feelings and sense of self knowledge as queer people is inherent. How we act on those things and assign meaning and labels to them can be anything! A&C can be anything they feel like! They don’t have to be the classic celestial beings above gender! I feel like they would love and have fallen into human gender customs just from so long on earth, and that doesn’t mean they can’t be nonbinary or agender. It means they, as a part of humanity, saw and understood human genders and realized what gender they were in relation, whatever you headcanon that to be. And that’s more queer than “god made them without sex and gender so I guess their species makes them inherently one thing”!!!!!!

#good omens #book omens #neil gaiman #good omens meta #go meta #queer #idk guys. Just really not liking the biological essentialist takes in queer fandom especially #why did u have to make up biological essentialism for fantasy creatures. please #I don’t blame Neil for this btw literally chill about him who cares #anyways lol

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yunoftheclouds · 1 month

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Here is my take on the Obey Me! brothers but genderbent!

If you don’t like genderbends, please keep scrolling :’)

Individual files and comments under the cut :D

I wasn’t exactly sure what to do for her body type? But I did know I wanted her to have businesswoman vibes,,, I didn’t change the outfit much since it still fit in my opinion—save for the best and the shoes. Did you know women’s clothing has the buttons on the other side? That’s why it’s “backwards”. I also hate Lucifer’s OG shoes d(￣￣) so I swapped it out. Also figured a bun to keep her hair out of her face would be nice.

Honestly I don’t understand Mammon very much so I struggled a lot with the body type,,, I wanted to give everyone a body type that suited them, but it’s hard to do that when you don’t understand a character fully. I did try my best though! I also love the lighter palm detail on darker skintones,,, so pretty. Also you can’t tell me she wouldn’t wear ripped jeans. I won’t listen.

Gamer girl! Everyone always bullies Levi in their genderbent designs by making her flat,, it’s funny but I think it somewhat fits? I also changed her trousers to what I think she’d wear :’)

My personal favourite of the ones I’ve done! I may be biased though since Satan is my favourite in the game,,, lol. Again with the flipped jacket because women’s clothing yadda yadda. I’ve had this body headcannon for a while so I’m happy to finally execute it.

I don’t have much to say about Asmo—she’s just a girl living in her own world. Once again this is based on how I feel like she’d dress.

I didn’t change much at all with Beel. Before you come at me with “why didn’t you give her a big chest” please remember that they’re fat storages!!! With how much Beel exercises she wouldn’t be able to biologically have that (=´∀｀)

Haha insert cow joke here- okay but seriously, she seems like she’d be a really nice to cuddle with,,, Since she’s sloth I’d assume she wouldn’t be super skinny, so I gave her some chub. So cute. She has also been freed of the ugly pants OG Belphie has. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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daddy-dins-girl · 2 months

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Playdate - Chapter Six

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 6 Summary: Just as your husband promised, your birthday is far from over with yet...

Notes: This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter 5. It was a lot of fun to write because there's just so much like domestic fluff and playfulness in this chapter between these 3 (and yes, smut, duh!). And for all of you who voiced your opinions last time that you want more contact between Marcus and Dave, I HEARD YOU lol. There's a little bit in here, with more on the horizon for the near future. I GOTCHU ;)

Chapter Warnings (minor spoilers in the tags...): 18+ MDNI. F/M/M threesome. Fluff (who'd have thought I'd ever be adding that tag into this series?). Body painting (aka unlawful use of cupcake frosting... don't worry, Dave and Marcus are good boys who clean up their mess... sorry not sorry). Oral sex (m and f receiving). Unprotected P in V. Rough P in V. Voyeurism. Cuckolding. Daddy Kink (spoiler alert: Reader isn't the only one with a Daddy anymore!). Degradation kink. Use of 'traffic light system'. Dom!Dave York. Sub!Reader. Sub!Marcus Pike. Praise kink. Anal play/Rimming (f receiving). Breath play. Accidental feelings had everywhere (whoops).

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When you’re finally pulled from your slumber you’re a little disoriented and delightfully sore. The sun beaming in through the drawn-open curtains doesn’t give you much grasp of what time of day it is so when you slowly blink your eyes open and your bleary gaze lands on Marcus who’s resting up on his elbow at your side you manage to rasp out a quiet “mmm, what time is it baby?”

Marcus lets out a little chuckle before he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose. “almost noon” he tells you and you swear your jaw hits the floor. You weren’t one to sleep in that late, like ever. Apparently your boys really did wear you out last night. And to be fair, you’re pretty sure it was the middle of the night before any of you got to sleep. You audibly groan and let your head fall back into the pillows, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Well well, look who’s up” You hear Dave’s voice ring out in the room and uncover your face and push yourself up on your elbows to see Dave wandering into the bedroom juggling 3 takeout Starbucks cups in his grasp, presumably from the hotel lobby downstairs. He’s dressed very casually, for Dave, wearing a pair of loose fitting black athletic shorts and light gray t-shirt that hugs his chest and biceps just right. Frankly, he looks amazing and you do your best not to be caught staring too long.

“It’s your guys’ fault” you grumble, sounding unconvincingly annoyed. “Put me in a sex coma” you add and Marcus throws his head back in laughter.

“Yeah and the ‘more, please, don’t stop’ really was meant to deter us, right?” Dave jokes, adding a high pitched lilt to his voice when he mocks your own.

“If I had something to throw at you right now…” you jokingly threat but Dave just raises a singular eyebrow at you.

“Wanna try that again, Sweetheart? Thought we taught you a pretty good lesson last night what happens to naughty girls” he says cooly as he reaches the side of the bed and sets all the coffee cups down on the nightstand.

You let out a defeated sigh. As fun as last night was, you’d prefer to have control over all your senses next time. You’ve literally just woken up and already you can’t wait to get your hands all over both of them.

Dave smirks at his easy triumph. “That’s what I thought, now drink up” he says before handing you one of the cups.

You turn the cup to look over the label and surprise etches at your features when you realize that Dave has gotten your coffee order right exactly, down to every last espresso and flavour shot.

“How’d you know my coffee order?”

“I’m observant” Dave shrugs non-committedly.

“So my husband told you?”

“Ok, well I’m also good at writing things down that are told to me in specific details then” he jokes and you nod your head. That sounded more like it.

The three of you lounge around the bedroom for a short while, drinking your beverages. Dave is sitting comfortably in the armchair in the corner while you and Marcus lay in bed, backs up against the headboard and your head occasionally leaning over to rest on his shoulder and a smile spreading across your lips when he turns just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. It’s odd how comfortable you feel in this little domestic bubble of bliss with the three of you all together, never having spent an entire night together before. You’re completely naked still from last night (albeit a sheet is securely tucked under your arms to protect whatever may be left of your modesty) and Marcus lies next to you overtop of the bed covers in only his boxer briefs. You safely assume the only reason Dave is even dressed is because he had to go downstairs to get the coffee.You can barely remember back when you used to be so nervous around Dave and now he seemingly fits right into a lazy morning with you and your husband.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I need sustenance” Marcus eventually voices, setting his coffee cup down on the nightstand and stretching his arms over his head.

“Oh shoot, and we probably missed check out!” You suddenly realize, just now remembering what time it was.

“Mmmm, still got about… twenty two hours by my count” Dave shrugs, looking down at his watch.

“Wait…” your brain tries to catch up for a moment. “Are we booked for two nights?!”

“I told you last night we were just getting started” Marcus laughs, leaning in to playfully nibble at your neck. “Oh! Almost forgot!” He suddenly jumps out of the bed and wanders out of the room, leaving you to share a confused glance with Dave who just shrugs his shoulders.

You don’t have to wonder for long what he’s up to because a moment later Marcus wanders back into the bedroom holding a small white cardboard box in his hands.

“Close your eyes” he instructs and you’re hesitant but do as you're told.

“What are you up to, husband?” You ask, a curious grin spread across your lips. You’re waiting for a few moments until you feel him settle back in beside you, rustle around for a moment and then he tells you to open your eyes.

“Happy Birthday Baby” your husband grins at you, a cupcake extended towards you in his hands with a single lit candle in the centre of it.

He’s too adorable.

“Marcus,” you sigh at the thoughtfulness but don’t get any other words out before he speaks up again.

“Make a wish”

“And what if what I wished for already came true?” You ask cheekily and Marcus lets out a little laugh, shaking his head before his gaze lands on you again.

“Then I guess, wish for it to stay true” he shrugs simply.

You hum your agreement before leaning in slightly and with a single huff of breath, the flame disappears.

“Is that your idea of sustenance by the way? Because I’m going to need real food if I’m going to be here for another day with the two of you” You comment, eyes darting between Marcus at your side and Dave who is now pushing himself up from the chair across the room.

“Just an appetizer” Marcus shrugs. “Something to tide us over until we get some room service”

“Um what do you mean us, I think this is my cupcake. It’s my birthday” you giggle teasingly just as the bed on your opposite side dips under Dave’s weight.

“Good girls share, I think. Isn’t that right Pike?” Dave pipes up, settling in on his side next to you, resting up on his elbow.

“He’s right honey,” Marcus agrees before he plucks the candle from the small dessert and tosses it on the nightstand.

It’s Dave who acts first, then. He dips his pointer finger right into the big dollop of icing on top, scooping a small amount up before bringing it to your lips. They instinctively part, allowing his digit to slip inside and your eyes close and a small moan escapes you as you suck it clean.

“Well? How is it?” Dave asks, voice low as he pulls his finger from your mouth and brings it to his own, sucking off whatever you left behind.

“Decadent” you tease, eyes playfully rolling back in your head.

“Hmm, let me try” Marcus pipes up next, taking his own finger full of the rich frosting before he tugs down the sheet covering you and smears it across your now exposed nipple, leaning down and laving over it with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth.

This time it’s you who moans rather than the person indulging in the sweet treat.

Dave copies Marcus, just with the opposite breast and soon Marcus is shoving down the rest of the bedding currently bunched up at your hips before he gently pulls your body downwards so you’re lying flat on your back.

Fuck.

They both take turns essentially painting your body with the frosting and licking it clean. Marcus goes back to focusing on your upper body, your breasts and throat while Dave shimmies lower, starting at your stomach and continuing downward.

“Fuck” you groan when Dave’s fingers coated in frosting sweeps through your folds, only to immediately be followed by long strokes of his tongue. He hums into your cunt, tastebuds alighted by a mixture of the sweet icing combined with your own sticky arousal. Marcus chuckles against your throat as your body gently writhes, knowing full well what Dave is doing without even having to pass a glance in his direction. Hunger forgotten, Marcus tosses what was left of the cupcake (which was mainly just the actual cake portion by now) over his shoulder, carelessly letting it fall to the floor beside the bed before his mouth latches to yours, muffling your moans and whimpers.

“Fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted baby” Dave practically growls into your core before he pushes away just long enough to fully rid you of the blanket and spread your legs wide so he can settle between them and get comfortable. He plans on staying a while.

Dave licks and sucks and nibbles and mouths at you like he truly is devouring a meal. A man starved would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

Your hips cant off the mattress and your left hand goes to hold onto his head as he slides a single digit inside of you and curls it just right, hitting that spot with practiced precision as if he’d dedicated it to memory.

“Fuck, tell me how good it feels” Marcus breathes hot into your ear, hand coming down to lazily tug at his already hard cock nestled in his boxer briefs.

“Oh my good, feels so fucking good baby” you whine in response, arching off the bed again before Dave’s free arm comes up to drape across your waist, holding you still.

“Wish you could feel how fucking good this tongue is” you blurt out unexpectedly, even to yourself. You were just too riled up to have any sort of filter and before you realize you’d said the words out loud, it was too late, they were out there.

You hadn’t yet candidly voiced to either of them that you wouldn’t mind the two of them getting closer when you all were together and maybe the words you just spoke weren’t explicitly stating that either but was certainly casually implied.Truthfully you know it would be beyond hot and turn you on but none of you had really discussed it before, though you were somewhat hoping it might progress that way naturally. You’ve debated bringing the topic up with Marcus when the two of you are alone. You’ve sort of danced around it a bit with him in the past and he seemed into it, or at the very least, not against it. Dave was more of a mystery but you sort of got the feeling that as long as he was in control, he might not mind so much either.

“Fuck” Marcus groans, unceremoniously shoving his boxers down to his thighs so he has unrestricted access to his leaking and throbbing cock.

The fact that neither of them didn’t immediately get turned off and pull away from you is enough to send you writhing again under Dave’s ministrations. Your lust-fueled gaze turns to your husband whose eyes are darting between yours and what’s happening between your legs. He looks close, you see it in his eyes and you gather enough faculties to reach your free hand down to replace his, wrapping around his warm, hard length as you begin pumping him.

With his hand now free Marcus surprises you by bringing it on top of your left on Dave’s head and the lover between your legs groans into you when he feels the pressure of both of your hands urging his actions.

“Oh my fuck,” you whimper, hand pulling away to just leave Marcus’ and you try and pull your head up enough to see him push his fingers through Dave’s dark chocolate locks before he grasps the short strands, Dave all the while groaning his approval into your now throbbing cunt.

“Oh shit, fuck!” Marcus moans just as he spills over your hand and onto his own abdomen. Sated, he flops down on his back but keeps his hand at Dave’s head, however gently just pushing through his hair now and smoothing over his head.

“Oh my god, Dave, please” you whine. He’s been edging you for what seems like forever. Knowing all the right places to test and tease you until you’re left teetering dangerously close to that edge, desperate to be bowled over it.

With a growl, Dave releases you. His mouth and fingers leave you and you’re about to whine in protest before he gets up to his knees, hauls you further down the bed and shoves his shorts and boxers down, freeing his painfully hard erection. Marcus’ hand falls away in all the commotion and he pushes himself up enough to rest against the headboard, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock as he watches the two of you.

“Come here” Dave groans, grabbing both of your ankles and putting them up on his shoulders before he guides himself to your entrances and pushes inside, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. He grabs a nearby pillow, shoving it under your hips and you let out a low moan at the new angle he hits when he pulls back just slightly before bottoming out again.

“God damn baby, you’re close. Strangling my cock aren’t you?”

“Fuck, yes, I’m so close. Shit” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you feel that all too familiar heat traveling at an alarming rate right between your legs as Dave begins to rock in and out of you, setting a hard and fast pace nearly immediately.

“That’s it, come on my cock pretty girl, let me see it” he urges you after a few moments, watching your eyes practically roll back into your head as his own thrusts begin to become desperate and sloppy. Sensing his own urgency, Dave acts quickly by wetting his thumb with his saliva before bringing it down to press into your needy clit, rubbing tight frantic circles around it until you cry out for him.

“Fuck, Dave, I’m coming. Fuck!” Your walls clamp down and your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock so intensely he barely has time to pull out and give himself two quick tugs before he’s spurting hot white ropes of his own release all over your mound.

“Shit… that… close. Shit” Dave repeats, breaths coming out in heavy pants as he remains kneeled in front of you. He takes a few moments to himself before he gently eases your legs off of his shoulders and back down to the bed, pulling the pillow out from under you as well so you’re more comfortable.

The three of you remain there, breathing heavily and covered in a mixture of bodily fluids and cupcake frosting, the insanity of it all not lost on any of you, before Marcus finally pipes up and speaks for all of you.

“So… room service?”

Dave had offered to order the food if you and Marcus wanted to go use the shower first. Lord knows all three of you needed a good washing up after the last sixteen hours or so that you’d spent together but of the three of you, Dave was currently the only one who didn’t currently have semen drying on his skin so he figured the gentlemanly thing to do was to let you two at it first.

You and Marcus kiss occasionally under the hot spray while you get cleaned up but aside from that the shower is pretty tame. For one you’re still spent and sensitive from earlier, and for two you don’t want to keep Dave waiting. When you get out and begin drying off Marcus seems a bit off, like he’s pre-occupied and you briefly wonder if you’d freaked him out with what happened earlier.

“You ok?” You ask, light chuckle in your tone as your hand lands on Marcus’ shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yeah just a little tired still maybe. Need to eat something I think” he shrugs and you accept his answer for what it is. He gives you his famous beaming smile just to assure you he’s fine and leans in to place another quick kiss to your lips. He hands you a hotel-issued robe that was hanging on one of the hooks before securing his own around his body and then reaches for your hand once you’ve got yours on “C’mon, lets go.”

Dave takes the opportunity for the now unoccupied shower and excuses himself while you and Marcus wait for the food. You pass the time by straightening all the linens back onto the bed and making it properly again and picking up all the discarded clothing from the night before, folding everything neatly and draping it over chairs. Clearly it was the furthest thing from anyone's mind last night but in the harsh light of day you can see what a disaster you’ve actually made of this room.

Once everything looks mostly put back together you and Marcus cuddle up on the sofa together. You’ve barely sat down and just gotten comfortable snuggled into Marcus’ side when there’s a knock at the door and you audibly groan. Marcus lets out a little laugh at your displeasure but then calls out so the server on the other side of the door can hear him.

“Come in”

The hotel employee uses their access card to unlock the door and walks in backwards through the door, pulling a serving trolley with them filled with covered silver dishes.

“Ah so this must be our happy couple” he says conversationally as he turns into the living room and nods in greeting to you and Marcus. “How are you enjoying our Honeymoon Suite?”

“Oh, everything is beautiful, thank you” you reply, warm smile on your lips.

“Glad to hear it Mrs. Pike” he responds courteously before he goes to setting out the dishes on the large coffee table in front of you.

“Is that the food, I’m starving. You two wore me out” Dave bellows, walking into the living room from the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips and otherwise naked.

“Um, well,” the poor unsuspecting server nervously clears his throat as his eyes dart around the room to three very nearly naked people. His cheeks go beat red and you have to shove your face into Marcus’ shoulder to hide your own embarrassment. “Please um, enjoy your lunch and en-enjoy your stay” he stutters, hastily pulling the covers off all the plates before placing them back onto his cart and hurrying out of the room.

“Better give him a good tip later” Dave mutters, unphased and not even remotely embarrassed. “I think he just had a stroke”

You were momentarily horrified but the moment Dave cracks a joke you and Marcus are both in a fit of laughter before you pick up a french fry and throw it at Dave’s head.

Once your bellies are full the three of you lounge around for a short while, allowing your food to settle until finally you can’t wait any longer for something you’ve looked forward to since you got here. You stretch your arms above your head and then push yourself up from the sofa, using the strong shoulders sitting on either side of you to launch yourself up.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I am not about to let that gorgeous bathtub go to waste” you announce, making your way over to the open doorway and leaning against it, looking back at the two men still planted on the sofa.

“Is that an invitation sweetheart?” Dave asks.

“It’s whatever you want it to be” you respond, coy smile on your lips before you pull at the sash of your robe, let it fall down your shoulders and off your body and toss it at the two of them.

Neither of them waste any time scrambling off the couch to get to you. You’re in a fit of giggles before you admonish them both and tell them to get the bath ready.

Marcus fills the tub, adding some of the scented aromatherapy oils sitting on the large ledge that runs all the way around the square shaped tub while Dave fixes drinks for the three of you from the minibar and within minutes you’re practically melting into the perfectly tempered water next to Marcus. Dave flicks a switch on the wall that brings the jets to life before settling across the tub from you both on the opposite side.

The whirlpool jacuzzi is enormous, nearly the size of your hot tub that you and Marcus have at home, just not as deep, and easily big enough for the three of you to relax in. The scent of lavender fills the mostly darkened room, the only source of light is dimmed to its lowest setting and you had closed the double doors behind you to not allow any other source of light into the room.

“This is perfect” you sigh dreamily, letting your eyelids flutter close and snuggling a little further into Marcus who has his arm secured around your waist, fingers drawing little imaginary lines up and down your side. He turns his face towards you to press his lips to your forehead and then they trail down to your closed eyelids, your nose, the corner of your mouth and finally your lips where he latches on and kisses you soundly, mouth opening so his tongue can part your lips and meld with yours. You moan into the soft kiss, hand coming up to caress his neck and nearly letting yourself get lost in it until your manners catch up to you and your hand leaves Marcus to reach out blindly across the tub to your third, very observant, party. Dave chuckles low in his throat but takes your offered hand and pushes himself forward, small waves lapping around as he crosses the tub to reach your opposite side. Marcus releases you and gently with a hand under your chin turns your head to Dave and you take the invitation for what it is and press closer into Dave, your lips meeting his in an unhurried kiss. You spend the next several minutes just kissing, your mouth alternating sides to both men showing them equal attention. Hands wander somewhat lazily but for the most part it stays pretty tame for all three of you, just relaxing and enjoying being intimately close to both of them is a truly beautiful feeling you quickly discover and find yourself not wanting it to end. However, as things tend to do, the wandering touches and tongues tend to get a little heated and soon Marcus is murmuring against your lips, asking if you want to take this elsewhere and, oh god do you.

Dave steps out first, quickly toweling off before holding it open for you to step into. You take his offered hand as he helps you out of the tub and wraps the towel around your shoulders. Marcus climbs out just behind you and you giggle at the playfulness when Dave lightly snaps a second towel at Marcus, hitting him in the hip with it like they’re a couple of high-schoolers in the locker room after gym class. Marcus jumps slightly but is laughing as well as he yanks the towel from Dave’s grasp and secures it low on his hips.

“Bed, now” Dave rasps low against your ear as he leans down towards you and you certainly don’t need telling twice. You unwrap the towel from around your chest and let it drop to the floor before taking one of each of their hands and leading them out of the bathroom, through the living room and back into the bedroom.

You stop near the foot of the bed, an idea coming over you that has your cheeks rising in temperature. Dave and Marcus both stop on either side of you and then you gently sink to your knees between them on the plush carpeting.

“Shit” Marcus breathes, hand immediately going to pull the towel free from his body so it falls to the floor. He sucks in a breath and then pushes a hand through his hair before his gaze settles back on you, on your knees, two very interested cocks hanging just inches from your face.

You turn your head towards Dave first, head tilting up towards him as you dutifully open your mouth, bat your eyelashes at him and wait. The smirk that crosses his features actually causes you to have to clench your thighs together momentarily as you feel the wetness beginning to seep out of you.

“That’s our good girl” Dave praises before roughly grabbing the underside of your chin, leaning down and spitting right into your mouth.

The moment his saliva hits your tongue you turn again, your mouth immediately enveloping Marcus who’s already near fully hard just from the bathtub and what had transpired in the last thirty seconds or so. You’ll never tire of how turned on your husband gets with you.

Your right hand comes up to tease Dave, inching up his thigh, rubbing across the lowest part of his abdomen and eventually fingertips dancing along his cock as you continue to take Marcus down your throat, smearing yours and Dave’s saliva all over him as you sloppily blow him.

“Oh fuck,” Marcus whines, hand coming down to run through your hair. You look up at him, eyes wide and the best smile you can manage while he’s halfway down your throat and after a few more bobs of your head you pull off of him, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“Come here” he groans, surprising you in the best possible way as he mirrors Dave’s earlier actions, forcing your mouth open with the grip he holds on your chin and you hold your tongue out until he spits directly onto it. He turns your face away from him by the force of his hand on your chin and pushes you towards Dave who you greedily take into your mouth next, taking him as far as you comfortably can and then swallowing down and repeating the action.

“Fuck sweetheart, god damnit” Dave curses, head tilting back as he closes his eyes and you feel him pulse and swell inside your mouth as he quickly hardens to full mast.

You moan against his length, licking and sucking and swallowing before you turn your attention back over to Marcus and do the same, your hand now giving Dave the attention that your mouth can’t.

You go down on them for as long as either of them can stand it, which is only a couple of minutes before they’re both hauling you up, each with a hand under one of your arms and bringing you to your feet.

Dave lightly shoves at Marcus’ shoulder, forcing him to the bed and he quickly obliges, scrambling up the mattress before lying flat on his back, leaving you to stand at the end of the bed with Dave still at your side.

“Ride him baby” Dave instructions with a nod of his head gesturing at your husband. A smile crosses your lips and you climb onto the bed, straddling over his hips and getting ready to situate yourself on his cock.

“Other way. Face me” Dave demands and you look back to see him dragging the arm chair to the end of the bed where he takes a seat and lazily begins stroking himself.

You do as you're told, turning around until your back is to Marcus and your gaze settles on Dave. Marcus helps maneuver you just right into the reverse cowgirl position, lifting your hips and aligning himself at your entrance before you slowly sink down, eyes closing of their own omission and a soft moan leaving your lips.

“Eyes on me” Dave barks, snapping his fingers at you to command your attention. He smirks and rewards you with a muttered ‘good girl’ when your eyes immediately snap open and focus on him.

You start slow. Easing yourself up and down on top of Marcus, his strong hands on your hips guiding your movements but his body otherwise remaining still, letting you take all you need from him first, and you do. Before long you begin to grind down against him, working up the friction that sends tingles all the way down your spine and soon you’re throwing your head back, lost to the all-consuming lust as you feel your first orgasm quickly approaching. Marcus notices your stuttered movements and takes his queue to begin lifting his hips, fucking up into you from where he lay underneath you on the mattress. His hips snap hard and fast, grip on your waist getting tighter as he forces you downwards with each of his upwards thrusts and the loud, wanton moans and string of curse words that leave your mouth bounce off every wall of the room as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Oh my god, baby, holy fuck!” you cry out, eyes slamming shut as Marcus continues to drill into you. He’s relentless in his thrusts and you can tell by the heavy breathing from behind you that he’s exerting himself.

“Oh I’m gonna cum!” You warn, knuckles turning white where they hold on for dear life as Marcus fucks harder and faster into you.

“Yeah? Fuck. Let go honey” Marcus encourages, his breaths ragged and short, grip on your hips near bruising as he pushes himself to near exhaustion to bring you to your completion and it doesn’t take long. A few more perfectly timed pumps of his hips slamming into you and you’re gone, your orgasm crashing into you like a freight train that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids from how tightly you’ve got them screwed shut. Marcus doesn’t let up either. He keeps up his pace as your walls clench and contract around him, paying attention to each of your little cries and whines until he knows you’ve reached that delicate line between pleasure and overstimulation and only then does he finally begin to slow, hands still guiding your hips as he reduces his pace to long drawn out slides of his still hard cock in and out of your wet heat. You’re trembling above him, thankful for Marcus’ hands on your body to help keep you upright as you float back down to earth. Eventually his thrusts stop entirely and he just holds you still there, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay so he can go another round with you and thankfully for him Dave gives him the reprieve he needs as he kneels onto the bed in front of you, forces your gaze to his with a firm grip of his hand around your jaw.

“That was a good one wasn’t it Sweetheart?” Dave asks, though the completely fucked out expression on your face gives him all the answer he needs and he chuckles.

“Yeah it was,” he answers for you. “Saw you cream all over his cock from halfway across the room” he laughs.

“Now,” he sighs, eyes scanning down your body to where you’re still firmly seated on your husband. His free hand comes down and firmly pinches your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugs hard, eliciting a little yelp from you as you’re forced forward towards him. His lips at your ear, he takes the lobe and grazes his teeth against it before he breathes into it “be the good little cock slut that you are and clean up your mess”

You whimper your compliance, gently nodding your head as you push yourself up and off of Marcus, whining at the slow drag of his cock against your walls until you’re fully off of him and flip yourself over once Dave has released you from his grasp. Before you pull yourself away however Marcus wraps a hand around your bicep and tugs you forward, kissing you soundly for several long moments until you both need to pull away to catch your breaths.

“I love you” he whispers softly against your lips, the words loud enough for only you to catch them. You say them right back and press a quick peck to his lips again before you begin to crawl backwards down the bed until you’re on hands and knees, face hovering just above his raging need for you.

A sharp smack reverberates off all four walls of the otherwise silent bedroom as Dave’s large hand comes down across your ass before grabbing a handful of it and squeezing, kneading the soft and supple flesh in his hand before he lowers his head and places a soft kiss to the same spot. “Ain’t got all day Sweetheart” he tuts, hand going back to massaging the tissue of your reddened cheek. “Be a good girl for me and do as you’re told and Daddy will play with this sweet little ass, how’s that sound?”

You don’t bother with a verbal response, just immediately lower your head down to wrap your lips around your husbands throbbing member, taking it deep into your throat on the first go and he lets out a groan from above you, hand instinctively coming down to rest on top of your head and a whispered ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

“That’s a good girl” you hear Dave chuckling behind you, and then all coherent thought leaves your brain when he hastily spreads your cheeks wide for him and presses his tongue against your puckered flesh. Your hips jolt forward on instinct but Dave’s left hand quickly comes up to grab hold of your waist, forcing you still and he resumes his actions. He starts by flattening his tongue, taking turns stiffening it and then relaxing it as he works it against you, then short little flicks of the tip against your hole, gradually progressing to slowly working it just inside your entrance and you cry out in pleasure, your mouth leaving your husband momentarily as you crane your neck as best you can to see Dave behind you.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” you whine, bringing your hand up to wrap around your husband where your mouth has left him.

“Mmm hmmm” Dave mumbles into your flesh, still completely focused on his task. He continues to lick and kiss and prod at you with his tongue for several long moments until finally he releases you by landing another hard smack to your ass and then yanking you upright until you’re up on your knees with your back to his chest and his large arm wraps around your middle holding you to him, your hand falling away from your husband.

“Need to fuck you” he confesses, sounding well worked up already (and if his voice didn’t give it away, the hard throbbing bulge currently pressing into your lower back certainly did). His hand snakes down between your legs and deft fingers part your folds, spreading your slick around. “Ready for me Sweetheart?”

“Fuck. Please” you manage in a breathy whimper. You don’t care that you’ve barely recovered from your last orgasm with Marcus, you need to feel Dave inside of you. Now.

Hearing your enthusiastic consent Dave doesn’t waste any time. Marcus pushes himself over to the side to allow you two some more room and within moments Dave has you flipped over onto your back and pinned down near the bottom of the bed just as he slides off of it so he can hover over you. He brings your right leg up to rest on his left shoulder and his right arm wraps around it to hold himself steady while he slides inside of you and begins to pound into you from his standing position, slightly bent over you with his left arm reaching out so his large hand can wrap around your throat and gently squeeze, just the way he knows you like it.

“That’s it, fucking take it” he growls through gritted teeth as his hips piston back and forth at a relentless and rough pace. You’re a whining whimpering mess beneath him. Every time his cock slams into you it’s like you can feel it in your stomach with how deep he is and all you can do is lie there and take it, panting and moaning and begging him to use you.

“Fuck” you hear Marcus whimper from somewhere next to you, you’re too fucked out to really focus on anything but the way Dave’s dick continues to deliciously torture your abused pussy but you know that Marcus is watching and apparently enjoying what he sees as he takes his own pleasure by way of his hand.

“Like watching your wife’s pussy get destroyed, hmm?” Dave taunts your husband, teeth still bared as he continues to fuck hard and fast. “Love watching her take all of this cock so well” he continues on, clearly a little lost in his own lust as his eyes fall shut and he focuses on his breathing to keep up his stamina.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes” Marcus whines and you manage to turn your head just enough to watch him, head thrown back as he fucks into his own fist. He’s close, you can see it on his face.

Dave changes positions suddenly, bringing your leg down and his hand leaves your throat. He pushes you slightly up the bed to leave enough room so he can get up to kneel on the bed between your legs before he slips back inside you, holding both of your knees open with his large hands and fucking into you at a much more relaxed pace now.

“Get on top of her, feed her your cock” Dave instructs and Marcus obliges all too quickly, shuffling up the mattress and swinging one leg over you so he’s over top of you, knees planted on the bed on either sides of your shoulders and his body between you and Dave, his back to Dave. He reaches for a couple of pillows and props them under your head so you’re comfortably able to take him in your mouth without craning your neck too much and you do just that, surging forward to envelop every inch of him into your throat and he moans the moment your lips wrap around him.

Dave keeps up a steady pace, his hips snapping into you still hard and deep, just not as rough or fast as before but it’s still more than enough to have you reeling. Thank god he had let up slightly so you can somewhat focus with whatever faculties you have left on sucking off Marcus. He feeds you his cock, just as Dave instructed. At some point his hand wraps around the back of your head and he begins rocking his hips harder and faster as he fucks into your throat, completely oblivious to anything but his own pleasure at this point and it turns you on so much when he gets like this. He’s moaning freely and uttering little phrases of praise for how good you’re making him feel when suddenly his voice slightly constricts and you hear him gasp for a breath. You open your eyes and look up to see that one of Dave’s hands has come up to wrap around the front of Marcus’s throat, the other firmly gripped on his shoulder to give himself more leverage to rock his hips into you. You openly moan at the sight. Dave with his hands on Marcus while they both take their pleasure out on you is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen and you keep your gaze locked on them, wanting to commit this exact image to memory so you’ll never forget it.

Marcus’ thrusts into your mouth grow sloppy as Dave’s hand stays wrapped around his throat, applying what you know is the precise amount of pressure to make him see stars behind his eyes as Dave so often does for you. It’s something you’ve never tried on Marcus before but watching him now losing himself above you, you know how much he’s enjoying it.

“Colour” Dave demands of Marcus. Though you’re both pretty certain of what his answer will be, Dave checks in with him all the same, easing his grip from his throat to allow Marcus to answer clearly.

“Green. Fuck. Green!” Marcus manages, breathing laboured and face pulled tight as he tries so hard to hold back his impending orgasm, wanting to hold on to how good this feels just a little while longer if he can.

Dave’s thrusts into you slow as he focuses more of his attention on Marcus, leaning further forward into the other man, his forehead resting against Marcus’ temple and a wide grin spreading across his lips as he listens to Marcus’ whimpers and whines. His grip tightens around the younger man’s throat once more.

“Good. Now be a good boy and come for your Daddy” Dave growls hotly right against your husband's ear, letting go of his throat again just as Marcus finally loses it. With a strangled cry and a string of colourful curse words, Marcus comes down your throat and at the same moment, your walls flutter around Dave’s cock, so turned on just by Dave’s words and Marcus’ orgasm it's enough to send you over the edge with him as you swallow down everything Marcus has to give you. Dave stills inside of you once your peak ends, still hard as a rock as he hadn’t finished yet.

“Oh my god, fuck” Marcus groans as he slips out of your mouth but otherwise doesn’t move, apart from his body taking it’s heaving breaths.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy” Dave praises, wrapping a hand around your husbands chest and pulling him back until Marcus’ shoulders rest against Dave’s front. Dave presses his lips to Marcus’ sweaty temple before his arm gives him one final squeeze and he releases him, pressing him forward again so Marcus can regain his balance and swing his leg back over so he’s no longer straddling over top of you and he immediately flips over and collapses on his back next to you, utterly spent and chest still heaving with his laboured breaths.

“Think we wore him out sweetheart” Dave winks at you, a shit eating grin playing on his lips letting you know he’s more than satisfied he was able to get both of you off simultaneously. You glance over to your exhausted husband and reach a hand out to push through the damp sweat covered hair that sticks to his forehead and push it back as he lets out a little chuckle, dazed out smile playing on his lips. You’re pretty sure you’ve had that exact expression on your face many times after Dave pushes you to your limits until you experience the most earth-shattering orgasm.

“Was probably about time we showed your husband a little perspective” Dave comments. “Let him learn why you like what you like first hand” he explains as he slowly begins rocking his hips back into you, reminding you without words that he isn’t done with you yet.

“Fuck, Dave, I can’t” you whine. Your cunt is positively throbbing and you don’t know how much more you can take.

“You can,” he counters, his harsh tone leaving no room for argument. “You give me one more then I’ll let you rest. C’mon sweetheart” he says the last words softer, leaning over you to gently grasp your chin in his hand and tilt your head towards him as he rocks into you slow and deep, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He continues thrusting slowly and soon pleasure overtakes any feelings of discomfort.

“Colour?”

“Fuck, green” you manage, despite yourself. He’s making you feel so fucking good again, you want to give him one more. Want to be his good girl.

“Good girl” he grins at you.

There it is.

“Up, hands and knees” he instructs, slipping out of you and helping you into position before he plunges back into you from behind and stills once he bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to the new angle before he slowly begins to slide in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Oh my fuck!” you cry out at how deep inside you he is.

“Are you ready baby? I wanna fuck you proper now” he tells you and you instantly feel a lump in your throat as well as an intense heat pooling in your belly. For Dave, fucking you ‘properly’ usually means railing into you until your eyes nearly pop out of your head. It’s a surefire way to get him off relatively quickly though you know by now and you could probably all use the break.

“Yes. Fuck me Daddy” you breathe out, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Give me your arms” he growls suddenly, yanking your arms up behind your back and wrapping one of his hands around them, holding you hostage to him while his other hand grabs at your shoulder for even more leverage as he begins to slam into you at a relentless pace.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it feels like he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. You’re whimpering and whining and babbling a bunch of incoherent “oh my god”’s and “fuck”’s and “right there”’s as Dave slams into you over and over, practically growling from behind you as he takes what he needs.

“One more baby, one fucking more, come on” he groans in a desperate plea. Your walls tighten around him but you just don’t have another orgasm in you. Or, so you thought, until suddenly you’re crying out when Marcus’ hand reaches out to rub frantic circles at your clit and seconds later your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock, wave after wave of your peak crashing over you until you’re spent and you flop forward into the mattress as Dave gently releases your arms and pulls out of you just in time to hastily tug on his cock a few times until spurts of his white hot seed paint your lower back and the top of your ass.

“Fuck!” he curses loudly, breathes coming hard and fast while he still lazily strokes his spent cock, sitting back on his heels.

“God damn baby” he sighs, exhausted. “You’re so fucking good” he praises, his thumb lightly pressing into the flesh at your back and smearing his own cum around, marking you as his before he eventually flops down on his back next to you on the mattress on the opposite side from Marcus and you immediately snuggle up to him.

“I’ll get a towel” Marcus murmurs to you, now that he’s had time to recuperate he’s the only one with functional limbs it would seem so he gets up to wet a towel with warm water and brings it back to begin gently cleaning you up from where you lay still half sprawled on top of Dave.

“I love you” you sigh sleepily as the warm towel gently glides across your lower back and between your legs until you're cleaned up and its tossed aside.

“Happy birthday Honey” are the last words you hear from your husband before sleep hastily overcomes you both.

Unfortunately for Dave, sleep doesn’t come as easily as he replays your last three words over and over on a loop in his mind. Surely you meant them for your husband, but your arm was draped over him, your lips murmuring the words into his heated flesh as you said them aloud and now he can’t get them out of his fucking head.

As minutes or maybe even hours tick by and he still lays there with his gaze fixed to the ceiling, the only thought that crosses Dave’s mind is that he needs to get out of there. Needs to leave.

It was never supposed to be this way, so why can’t he seem to pull himself away from you? From either of you?

Fuck.

Next Chapter

Thank you for reading! Please reply/reblog etc. and let me know if you enjoyed it (sometimes I just need the serotonin boost y'all give me, you know? lol). I have the next chapter half finished already so I hope it won't take too long to come out. Probably 3ish more chapters for this story until completion :) I know where it's going, I just need to write it all out!

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gamermattsgf · 2 months

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hey ik this isn’t a req but do you have any tips on writing fics?? im planning on writing and posting on my blog and you’re one of my biggest inspos so i’d love to hear your advice!!!

HIIIII, I’m so sorry I’ve gotten to u so late. I’ve been a bit MIA on here for a while because of stuff going on in my personal life, however, I would love love love to give you some of my personal tips :))

Another anonymous has asked something similar so this is also for them if they’re seeing this!! 🎀

Tip 1 : I’d say my first and most important tip is detail. In my own personal experience, people get bored of reading the exact same generic language used in the same way, if ur going to use generic language then as long as u can manipulate it to make it look pleasing + make it flow, you’ll be fine. People enjoy a story much more if it’s packed full of detail because they’ll be able to visualise it better. And yes, although sometimes it can be draining and you can get bored constantly having to put in detail, trust me, push through it and the writing will be much nicer in the end.

Tip 2 : my second tip is pretty simple, but much needed. DON’T GET LAZY WITH TENSE / PARAGRAPH SPACING AND PUNCTUATION. Obviously, it’s an absolute bitch trying to proofread everything, but when you don’t and someone is reading something with a bunch of typos + different tenses in it, it just looks poor and messy, especially when your paragraphing is all over the place, so be aware of that.

Tip 3 : Again, this is personal preference for me, but I’m often more drawn to stories that are unique / have specific character aesthetics. Don’t get me wrong, I love a simple reader x bf!Matt or bf!Chris, but don’t be afraid to shake it up a little. Maybe they’ve got a unique aesthetic? Or something that they really like? Or they have a specific piercing/tattoo (I could go on with this but I think you get the idea lol).

Tip 4 : PLOT. It’s important to build up character relationships and equally build up the atmosphere and vibe of your fic, don’t skip it just to get straight to the good bit, because 9/10 times it’s not worth it because your piece of writing lacks flow. Plus plot is so fun to write in my opinion, sometimes I get bored of writing smut because the actual characters are more interesting haha. (Side note: I wanna start writing angst and tooth rot for you guys 💀)

Tip 5 : finally, if you’re wanting to write about Matt and Chris, I think it’s essential you get each of their mannerisms right. You know you’re reading something good when you can actually picture them saying / doing what’s written down in the fic. Also I know this is weird but clothes are important, you need to make sure you write them into something they would / could pull off because it boosts your writing. Equally, if your going to use pet names, make sure it’s something you can picture them saying, if you can’t visualise it in their voice in your head, then don’t use it because I guarantee you it’ll also come out wrong in the reader’s head.

💋: that’s pretty much my 5 main tips that I live by whilst writing, if anyone needs any more help don’t be shy to message me :) thank you for even wanted my advice on the matter, it means a lot to me that people take inspiration from what I write.

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kywaslost · 10 months

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Emotionally Vulnerable - Severus Snape

A/N: Day 4 of writing for every character on my masterlist. Fate is really giving me characters that I have not written for in such a long time. This is going to be another short one because today’s prompt theme is crying and I just don’t see Snape being that comforting with tears. But I’m not breaking my own rules so here we go… this is absolute trash in my opinion lol

Prompt/s Used: Were you crying?

You walked into potions class biting back tears with every ounce of strength you had left in you. You thanked Merlin that this was the last class of the day and you could hide out in your dorm for the evening. It had been a stressful week. It felt like all of your professors met together and decided to schedule all of their exams within the same week. Everyone except Professor Snape. The cold-hearted man was your saving grace of the week. His classes were filled with lectures and today was the day you began brewing the potion discussed in class.

It helped that potions was your favorite class. You were a Slytherin, so Snape was much nicer to you. You felt calm, working in silence over your cauldron, stirring ingredients and taking measurements. You let your emotions take over as you read through your textbook, tears finally spilling over and making their way down your cheeks. You were grateful for the darkness of the classroom, and for your spot in the corner of the room. You were close enough to Snape’s desk that you could carry a small conversation with him if you pleased, but far enough that you could do your own thing.

What you didn’t realize was that the professor could see your tears. He watched you, brows creased ever so slightly with worry. Of all of his students, you were one he seldom worried about. You excelled in his class, asking for help only when necessary, and staying quiet most of the time. So the fact that you were crying shocked him.

Class ended and Snape watched as you quickly threw all of your belongings into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and racing to the door.

“L/N, stay a moment?” he called out, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes closed, cursing anyone and anything as you quickly wiped the tears from your skin and turned around with a small smile. “Yes?”

“Come here, will you?” You nodded jerkily, stepping over to your professor’s desk. You glanced at him quickly, hoping this would be over soon so you could go cry in peace.

“Were you crying?” he asked bluntly. You startled, wondering how he could ask you so nonchalantly. “Y/N, I’ve been a professor for many years. It doesn’t faze me.” His cold eyes met yours. He almost looked annoyed, but you weren’t bothered by it. That’s how he usually was, right?

You cleared your throat, nodding slightly. “Yes, Professor Snape.” You retreated your gaze to the inkpot on his desk.

“Is there anything I need to take care of?” This was the most concern you had ever heard from Snape, and needless to say you were baffled.

“No, sir.”

“Alright then, you may be on your way.” You thanked him, offering a small smile before practically running out of the classroom and to your common room.

That night, Snape watched over you during dinner, and then checked in one last time before you headed to bed. He wasn’t comforting by any means, but he still cared and you saw that, thanking him again before turning in for the night.

#comfort #platonic #snape fanfiction #professor snape #snape #severus snape #snape x reader comfort #snape fluff #snape x reader #severus #harry potter #x reader #platonic comfort

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joshym · 11 months

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Why Don’t You Make Me?

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: you learn what being sassy with Sam leads to

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, angst, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pussy slapping(sorry lol), a bit of a praise kink, some degradation, rough sex, sam is an asshole(hehe), ends with some good fluff

a/n: i’m not even sure how to explain this one, lol. essentially, i watched an interview forever ago where he talks about not liking one of my favorite bands, thus, sparking this. i haven’t been able to let go of it since. we all know sammy is a bit picky when it comes to music...

with that being said, enjoy. 🤍

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for you and Sammy to have pointless, petty arguments that usually pertain to nothing of any importance. You both are too stubborn for your own good, and neither one of you are too keen on admitting any sort of wrongdoing.

Sammy loves to insert his opinion on absolutely everything. Even when his opinion wasn’t requested. He relishes any opportunity to share his opposing thoughts, even when he knows it’ll inevitably piss you off.

Something Sammy has very strong opinions on is music. He’s quite pretentious when it comes to his musical preferences. You’re always more than willing to listen to whatever song or artists he’s into at any given moment, eager to give it your full attention when he’s excited to show it to you. You love his music taste and that he’s introduced you to so many incredible pieces.

However, he never gives you the same respect. When you want to show him something you love, he has to overly critique it. Every fucking time. He’s entirely too critical of everything you enjoy and you’re starting to take offense to it. It just pisses you off to no end that he fully believes his music taste is far superior than yours. To avoid getting your feelings hurt, you’ve pretty much stopped showing him anything you love, and you typically only listen to your music when he’s not around so you can enjoy it in peace.

You’d anticipated a day at home to yourself as Sam had a full schedule. You had nothing planned, so you decided to spend the day cleaning the house and listening to a special playlist compiled of your favorite music.

You’ve been so lost in cleaning that you don’t even realize several hours have gone by. Your playlist is still on full blast, too loud for you to hear Sam coming in through the front door.

You’re startled by your music suddenly coming to a halt, making Sammy laugh at you as you nearly jump out of your skin.

“You know, that’s the most overproduced shit I’ve ever heard. There’s nothing enticing about it, feels like my intelligence is being insulted.”

You have zero patience for this right now. Not only did him scaring you annoy the shit out of you, but now he has the nerve to bring this up again. You’re over it.

“Can you fucking not, Sam?”

“What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re always dragging my music in the dirt and I’m just sick of it. It’s fucking rude. Just let me enjoy it without you being an asshole, please.”

You’re walking past him when he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Don’t try to walk away from me, sweetheart. I’m an asshole, huh?”

He’s looking down at you with a condescending expression that has you immediately turned on. Something about him being angry makes you desperate for him to have his way with you. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so why not take it a little further?

“Yep. You’re a fucking asshole.” you say through gritted teeth.

He smirks at you, noticing your cheeks becoming flushed and your angry appearance turning into a needy one.

“You better quit running your pretty mouth, y/n, or you’ll seriously regret it.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

That was all he needed. Before you know it, your back is pushed up against the wall with a light grip on your throat.

“You know you can’t talk to me like that and get away with it, right?”

He’s pressing his hips against your body, showing you just how hard he is already. With one hand, he pulls your shorts down to your feet. His fingertips trace ever so lightly over your clothed clit, just barely giving you that pressure you’re so desperate for.

“What’s the matter, baby? Your pretty cunt already needy for me?”

He grabs the fabric of your panties and pulls them up between your lips, giving you much needed friction against your clit.

“Fuck, Sammy..”

“You like calling me an asshole, huh? Turns you on being a little bitch to me, doesn’t it?”

You’re hardly able to form any coherent thoughts with as much as you're turned on right now.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love being a bitch and calling me names. Tell me.”

His lips meet your neck in small nibbles against the sensitive skin.

“I love it, Sammy. I fucking love pissing you off.”

“Yeah, I know you do. Get down on your knees so I can show you what you should be doing with your mouth instead of running it.”

You quickly comply. He caresses your face with one hand while he’s undoing the button on his jeans with the other. You're practically drooling at the thought of having him tucked away in your mouth.

He pulls his cock out, and he’s unbelievably hard.

“Open, baby. If you can call me an asshole with that mouth, you can take my dick in it, too.”

You open for him and he slowly slides himself inside all the way to the back of your throat before pulling out completely.

“Remember what to do if it’s too much, right?”

“Tap you three times.”

“Good girl.”

You open for him again and he slides in with much more force this time, hitting the back of your throat much harder. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses it to hold on to while he fucks himself into your mouth. You keep your eyes on him and watch as his jaw clenches with every thrust. You gag a little around him, making him smirk.

“God you look so pretty like this, honey. You’re doing so good.”

You feel him start to twitch and you realize he’s getting close. He quickly pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up.

“Get your smart ass to the bedroom. Take your clothes off and be ready. I’ll be there in a minute. And don’t you dare touch yourself. You’re not getting off unless it’s from me, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He slaps your ass as you walk towards the room. You strip yourself of your remaining items of clothing as you sit on the bed against the headboard with your legs open, ready for whatever he has planned for you.

He’s taking much longer than you care for. You’re getting restless and you’re so desperate. You decide to risk it and you begin to touch yourself, running small circles over your clit. Right as you’re finally feeling some relief, Sammy walks in the room.

“So not only do you call me names, but you don’t listen to me either?”

He’s holding the speaker you were using earlier. He sets it up on the dresser next to your bed and starts playing your playlist at a low volume.

“Sammy what are you-”

“Gonna fuck you to your little playlist so every time you listen to it, you remember your punishment for being such a fucking brat about it.”

As your music starts playing, he leans over you on the bed to crash into your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy and vigorous, making you that much more turned on.

He moves down to your neck and chest to suck marks into you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and softly bites at it, eliciting a sound out of you that can only be described as pornographic.

He lifts up only to spread your legs as far as they can go. Without warning, he lands a quick and light slap to your already aching pussy. Your hips buck harshly at the contact, causing you to moan even louder.

“That’s what you get for not listening to me when I said not to touch yourself.”

He does it again.

“And that’s for calling me an asshole.”

You're clenching so hard around absolutely nothing, ready to beg him to be inside of you.

“Sammy please..please fucking touch me.”

He’s looking at you smugly. He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to make you work for it.

“You’re awfully squirmy, baby. Bet you want me so bad, huh?”

“Yes, Sam, please.”

“Call me an asshole again.”

You look up at him, confused and almost sure you heard him wrong.

“Call me an asshole again, y/n. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

You’re starting to catch on to his little game.

“You’re an asshole, Sam. A fucking dick.”

He smiles, then dips down between your legs.

“Look at you, honey. Making such a mess and I’ve barely touched you.”

His tongue meets your swollen clit with small flicks. You’re hardly able to hold yourself still at the sensation, but he keeps you in place with his arm wrapped around your hips.

He sinks two fingers deep inside of you, moving them at a quick speed. You’re already so close that you’re hardly breathing.

You grab ahold of his hair that’s draped across your belly and use it to hold him there. His fingers are moving at a speed that has you whining under him.

“Fuck, Sammy..I’m s-so close, please don’t stop-”

“Come on, baby. Cum nice and pretty so I can put my cock inside of you.”

His words have you instantly meeting your release, belting out a slew of moans almost melodically.

“That’s it, there you go. Fuck- look at you, y/n. You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

His fingers have slowed down to work you through your orgasm. You’re nearing overstimulation, but you can’t force yourself to make him stop. His fingers mixed with your release feel so good.

He pulls out of you and immediately puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

“Mmm, gonna fuck you now, pretty girl.”

He positions himself between your legs and wastes no time plunging into you. You’re so wet that it takes you no time to adjust to his size.

He holds himself up on his knees, gripping your hips and thrusting into you. He loves to watch himself slide in and out of you, watching as his cock becomes coated and shiny with your slick. The sounds of your wetness fill the room along with your damn music that started this whole thing. He’s picking up his pace to a more brutal one.

“Think I could watch your pretty pussy get fucked all day. So fucking good, baby.”

He keeps up his pace, his face displaying pure ecstasy as his eyes become droopy with pleasure.

He pulls out, leaving you missing him instantly.

“Turn around. On your knees, face down.”

You quickly do as he says, almost embarrassed by how eager you appear but too fucked out to care.

He teases you a bit before he sticks himself back inside, burying himself in you completely.

It takes no time for him to pick his pace back up as he slams himself into you. One hand is gripping your ass, while the other reaches down under your hips to play with your clit.

“Fu-fuck, Sam, I’m close baby. I’m so fucking close..”

“Cum on my cock, and make it pretty again. Give it to me.”

It’s as if his voice contains some sort of magic, making you cum again at the sound of it mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh my god, Sam!”

You’re almost screaming at the feeling, this one even more intense than the first one.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna fill you up, baby.”

He meets his release shortly after you. The feeling of him filling you up is something you’ll never get tired of.

He’s out of breath, staying tucked inside of you for a bit while he regains his composure.

He finally pulls himself out, leaving you feeling empty while his cum spills out of you.

You lift your head up to see him looking at your dripping pussy, biting his lip.

“So fucking beautiful, y/n.”

You roll over on your back while he sits on the bed next to you.

“You okay, sweet girl?” he says as he runs his fingers through your disheveled hair.

“Yeah, that was absolutely amazing.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier. I know I can be a bit ruthless about things like that. I don’t mean to be so harsh.”

“It’s okay, really. Honestly, if it ends in sex like that, I’d be more than happy to argue about it all the fucking time.”

“Yeah? Well, in that case,” he points to the speaker that’s still playing your music. “this song is fucking garbage.” he winks at you as you start to laugh.

“You’re an asshole, Sam.”

He leans down to kiss you.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too.”

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darling-i-read-it · 11 months

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Party Outfit

Homelander x supe!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: the reader basically dies, grief, maybe some ooc homelander, canon type violence (death/gore is descriptive), I think that’s it but please let me know if there are more!

Author’s Note: I gotta admit, I struggled with this one a bit! I wasn’t sure how to start and it isn’t my best work so I may come back to it again later but I didn’t want to make you wait! I hope you enjoy it regardless love! Homelander is such a tricky dude. Love him though. He’s so crazy. I love that in a man.

Requested by anon: May I request a slow burn homelander x superhero! Reader, who has basically super healing powers like wolverine, so she’s probably the third strongest compared to homelander and Maeve. Homelander and reader are friends, because reader is one of the few people who took the time to care about him enough to look past the mask, and isn’t afraid of him. Something happens in a fight with a new supervillain, who’s power weakens everyone else’s around them. Reader saves homelander from a kill shot, but is killed themselves, and homelander just shatters and breaks down sobbing and clutching their body, after killing the villain. The Seven don’t know what to do to make him let go of the reader’s body, when she suddenly coughs and gasps back to life, shocking everyone and especially herself. It seems reader’s healing ability is stronger than anyone ever thought. I feel like homelander would be the clingiest person after all of that, lol.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“Are you ready?”

Your voice sounded suddenly very close. Homelander turned around and jumped a bit at the sight of you. You were standing just beside him in your ‘party’ outfit. Vought thought it was better if you had two costumes, one of ads and one for actual fighting. It allowed them to continue the belief that they were all in on feminism while also marketing off your more ‘easy on the eyes’ outfits. Homelander only had one. Sometimes he wanted to have two, just to get some sort of diversity. Plus, you looked oh so nice in your party outfit.

“Yup!” he exclaimed. You smiled briefly, taking a deep breath. After he and Maeve had broken up in the public, everyone had been hoping the two of you would finally call it and start dating. It would be perfect. The two most powerful supes in The Seven, a sublime situation for marriage and kids. The perfect American dream with the perfect American boy.

You knew Homelander though. You knew that wasn’t exactly who he was.

You also knew that he was your friend.

“Is the President gonna be there?” you questioned, adjusting your corset. You looked at yourself in the mirror of Homelander’s apartment. His practical penthouse had become like a second home to you. You even helped him decorate it with some things he liked. You had to veto the baby bottles on the fire mantle and he agreed, it was in poor taste.

“Likely,” he admitted.

“Well then I’ll hide behind you. That okay?”

“Always.”

“Did they tell you about that new guy causing a fuss? The guy they sent The Deep after?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure a lot of killing happened then and no octopuses were assaulted.” You scoffed. “No. What guy?” Usually he tried to stay in the loop but there was a lot going on. A lot being, so many superheroes and not nearly enough Homelander in his opinion.

“Apparently he can weaken everyone else's power around him,” you observed. You stayed beside him, adjusting his cape. He looked down at it, observing you.

“Well he hasn’t met me yet.” You hummed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You put your hand on his arm.

“The car will be here soon. Ashley still thinks I’m in my room and if she sees me in here then our engagement is gonna be all over the papers,” you joked. He nodded, taking your hand off his arm and squeezing it.

“Prepare for the President to ask to see your power.”

“He can catch it on the news,” you grumbled. “See you downstairs.” He nodded once and let you go. He watched himself in the mirror, allowing himself to think about you a bit longer than your presence required. You knew him more than anyone else in the world. He wondered if it would be so bad to spend the rest of his life with you. He could’ve done it with Maeve, he could have made it look good. But with you, he might be able to be happy. Be himself, whatever that was.

He turned, adjusting the cape as he walked out the door. He had a banquet to attend.

“It’s better if just you two go. I’d send Maeve but I know you’ll just end up fighting and it’ll be on the news and we can’t handle another goddamn media break!” Ashley was standing in front of you in her office. You had never actually seen her sit down at the desk, she was always so stressed. Homelander stood beside you.

“That was one spat,” you argued. “We’re over it now. I like Maeve.”

“I don’t wanna risk anything,” Ashley said. “After the…incident with The Deep, I expect full obliteration of this guy.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Homelander stepped in. “We’ve got him.”

You both knew that the best chance of a win was the two of you. You were the strongest of The Seven. Homelander could pack the punch and you could be the shield. You worked together well.

“Any advice on how to dim his light a little?” you questioned. She shook her head.

“Didn’t exactly get the best information from the guy who fought him before,” she grumbled. “But it was near water and we all know who lost the fight. Be careful. If either of you die…I mean it would make for a great swing of the media’s likeness of us but I would rather not have to deal with the funeral proceedings.” You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks Ashley.”

“I’m also sending Noir and Starlight 30 minutes after you land. Just in case.”

“That’s insulting,” Homelander said. He had his hands folded behind his back, ever the good soldier. “We don’t need them.”

“Then they’ll just be your extraction. Now go.” Neither of you moved. She made a waving gesture with her hands. “Go. Go!”

“I can’t stand the show outfit,” you muttered. You adjusted your neck in your soldier outfit, which wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It was too tight in the wrong places but at least it provided you more protection from oncomers. Homelander was walking in front of you, scanning the area with disinterested eyes. Another job. At least he was with you.

“It’s easy on the eyes.”

“And this one isn’t?” He shrugged. “I like your outfit. It’s bold. It’s iconic.” He smiled a bit, awkwardly, at the compliment. “I need a cape.”

“It’s a nuisance.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You love that cape.” The cape was his thing though and you knew he didn’t want you to stumble onto his territory. “But I digress. Do you want to get dinner after this?”

He always had food by himself, on the road, going from one meeting or killing to another. Dinners with you were sacred and special to him. You always asked and you watched a silly movie he pretended to hate and he could tell you about his day and you listened. He couldn’t remember any other person who listened like you.

“As long as there are no noodles.” He always got them stuck in his throat. It was embarrassing.

“No noodles. Duly noted. We could always-” Your sentence was cut short by you keeling over. You clutched your stomach. It felt like you were being drained, like all of the sudden you were far more tired than you had been in years. It reminded you of being run ragged, like you had run a marathon you weren’t prepared for.

“What? What is it?” Homelander grabbed your elbow, holding you up. It was like you hadn’t even seen him, let alone felt him touch you. You stood up straight, giving him a pained look.

“He’s here.”

Homelander turned around, searching the warehouse the two of you had entered. It was abandoned by city records and vast. Not many hiding places. Homelander’s eyes turned red with anger and concentration.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” He called. He let you go, not being able to focus on your pain. You stood up straight, trying to allow your body to adjust. You tried to keep up with him but he was walking with purpose. You looked around, a blur of pain around your eyes. You had never felt so weak.

“John,” you murmured. He didn’t turn around.

“What? Scared?”

There was a crack behind you. You turned on your heels, watching, waiting. The pain was getting bearable as your body started to adjust to it. Perks of fast feeling. High pain tolerance.

Homelander shot his lasers at an abandoned car. It exploded into fire. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“I don’t see anything!” he exclaimed. He turned to you. Just as he turned around, you saw someone come from behind the car, a gun in hand. Your eyes went wide. “You see-”

You shoved him aside, taking the bullet intended for his head.

It hit yours.

It was like slow motion. He was stumbling and then you were down, a bullet between your eyes. The blood started to trickle down your forehead as you fell over onto the ground. He watched you fall backwards, eyes open in surprise. There was nothing going on behind them.

He rushed forward to grab you before you hit the ground.

On the bottom level of the warehouse, Starlight and Noir walked in. Ashley had sent them in only 10 minutes after the two of you. She was nervous, understandably so. Didn’t want to lose all four of you if you were separated and she knew that sending them afterwards was better for Homelander’s ego.

“Do you hear that?” Starlight asked. She slowed to a stop as she listened closely. Some kind of whimpering. “It’s above us.”

Noir looked up. Starlight started forward quickly, being followed by her Noir.

When they reached the top floor they found a decapitated body at the feet of the stairs. A man with a gun was dead, two red dots between his chest burned through the skin. He still had his spinal cord dangling from his neck, clearly removed with force.

In the middle of the room Starlight could see Homelander’s cape, sprawled on the ground. She could see your limp legs from behind him. He was shaking.

Annie had never seen him cry before.

Noir approached before she even thought to. She wanted to call Maeve and ask her to come down in case Homelander decided to lash out but realized there was no time. If he hadn’t taken you somewhere…there was no pulse.

She shared a glance with Noir. This was unsafe.

“What happened?” Starlight asked quietly. There were tears streaming down his red cheeks. She wasn’t going to get a coherent answer. “We need to get help,” she said, even though she didn’t mean it. She just needed to say something.

She had never seen The Homelander so broken. She thought about all the times before she saw him on the TV screen when she was growing up. Even now that she knew what he was, she held onto that shred of hope that he was like he had been on TV. She had never seen that in person, genuinely, until that very moment. When his shoulders shook and he was holding his only friend in his arms, wondering if she was really gone, if she was going to leave him alone.

Annie never felt for Homelander until then.

She shared a glance with Noir. He gave her nothing, he never did.

“It should’ve been me,” he whispered. As Annie slowly approached she saw the bullet between your eyes. Your expressionless face was haunting. Annie saw dead people but she never saw those she cared about. She was reminded of Hughie. Homelander was holding his Hughie. “It was meant to be me.”

Annie could give him no solace. She worried he would level the city for you. Maeve would try to remove him completely but she wasn’t strong enough for that. She would just have to let him stand there until your body got cold or he came to his senses that you weren’t going to wake up.

Then you woke up.

It was subtle, a slight breath. He hardly noticed it over his own drama but Starlight saw it. Her eyes went wide. Then you coughed, the bullet falling onto the other side of your head. Your head had healed itself, just like that. You squinted up at Homelander, unable to remember what had happened and why he was holding you.

Your movement startled him. He tried to find a clear vision in his eyeline, something to blur away the tears. You brought your hand up and wiped them away.

“I’m okay,” you said, voice dry. “I’m alright.”

“But-but you-” he stumbled.

“I’m okay.” It hurt, sure. You could feel the remnant of pain in your head, like your nerves hadn’t quite got the memo you were alive. You sat up and he threw his arms around you. The superstrength almost suffocated you but you were content with putting your arms around him too.

You saw the big bad dead on the other side of the room, between Annie and Noir. You shared a look with them. Annie was wiping tears from her eyes. You must have been dead for longer than you thought.

“I’m okay,” you said again, this time for the two of them. Annie nodded. Homelander needed a moment. She gestured for Noir to follow her out. They collected the remaining body parts of the villain and left.

Homelander let you go just enough to see your face.

“I thought you were dead.”

He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily big guy,” you whispered. He wanted to cry some more, now that the floodgates were open. But he took a deep breath, allowing himself to even. You were still in his arms and that’s where you wanted to remain for the moment. It was safe here. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he promised. He stood up, much to your dismay. He helped you stand, which took some wobbling. It was like you had just been born again.

“Can you fly us out of here? I don’t know if I can walk,” you admitted. He nodded, quickly.

“Of course. Hop on.” You made a sly smile and he rolled his eyes. You let him pick you up and carry you away, through the sunlit sky.

Vought confirmed that you were okay. They triple checked your vitals but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You had sacrificed yourself for Homelander and you had lived. It was a curious thought, one not many people understood. They wanted to test your limits further but you vetoed it for the moment. You would rather not die over and over for the sake of science.

Homelander decided he wanted to be on every mission you were on here on out. He would make up for that mistake time and time again.

Sitting in his apartment, a place you were used to and practically lived in, was homey. Your ‘recovery’ was spent here. He had brought you some blankets from your room. The kindness from him was uncharacteristic but welcomed.

He vowed if he couldn’t protect himself from Vought he would protect you.

He would protect you and your silly movie nights and matching banquet outfits.

He would have his life with you, Vought or not.

#homelander x reader #homelander x fem!reader #homelander imagines #the boys imagines

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Good Neighbors Part 13 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Some sugar to go with the sour from yesterday ;) This is the final chapter of this part of the series. Due to popular opinion and my own need to keep these beautiful fictional souls in my life I will continue their story in another series.

Love you, guys <3

Warnings: Steddie content and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) There is a disgusting amount of fluff. I knew what I was doing when I was writing this lol Idk why but I felt like they need this.

Word count: 4300

Baby, head straight home after work. I’m picking up Dylan. Love you ;)

Steve Harrington, what are you two up to? Lol.

You spent the rest of you workday thinking about all the things they could be planning. Next weekend was the big move and you were ecstatic that everyone would finally be under the same roof.

After your shift, you did as you were told and headed back to the apartment. As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted with your beaming sibling.

“Hey Kierra.” Your eyes scanned over her smiling frame. She looked gorgeous in a stunning pink sunflower style dress with her hair pulled up in a tight bun. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, my sweet sister. That is not for me to say but I AM supposed to help you get ready.” She takes your hand and guides you towards the bedroom where a beautiful white dress was laying on the bed. You glanced at her as your fingers delicately traced the material.

“Kierra—”

“Come on, honey. Let them do their thing. They’ve been planning this for a while.”

The tears start to fall as you change especially after you catch you reflection of you in the garment. The silky fabric flowed down to your ankles as the lace hung delicately on your shoulders.

“I know this may surprise you but Eddie wanted something shorter.” You both laughed as you whipped your eyes.

“Kierra, I don’t deserve this.”

“Who says? Your idiot ex? Our mother? This narrow-minded town? Y/N, you deserve all the good things in this world. You were lucky enough to find not one but two people who love you unconditionally and seem to want to do anything for you to make you happy. You AND your son. Trust me, you deserve this.” She pulls you into a hug as you smile.

“Now…hair up or down? I’m thinking down.”

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Your sister holds your hand as she guides you across the way into the guy’s apartment.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“I’m starting to think I’m being kidnapped again.”

You grin when you hear Dylan giggle somewhere in the room.

“Ok, you can open them now but please don’t ruin the absolutely fabulous make up work I did on your eyes.”

There was no way that was going to happen. As soon as they opened, you felt like you were going to burst into tears.

Everything in their living room had been moved out of the way as a makeshift runway was made leading towards an archway made of white Christmas lights on their wall. Steve’s friend Robin was standing in the middle with a little book in her hand and a costume judges robe around her tiny frame.

The man himself was practically shining from head to toe next to her with his black suit and, of course, well styled hair. Eddie was beside him with a sexy, formal black suit as well with his hair pulled back away from his face. Dylan was standing behind them in a little green suit of his own and the men’s eyes followed yours to look down at him.

“Yeah, our best man didn’t want to wear black to. He felt like he should stand out.” Eddie grinned as he lightly tapped him with his shoe.

“I…I don’t understand.”

Kierra placed a headband in your hair with a tiny veil attached to it before handing you a small bouquet of roses for you to hold. She loops her arm in yours as you both walk down the aisle.

“Since daddy isn’t here, I’m talking over as the person giving you away but I’m still your maid of honor, God damn it.”

Dylan giggles but you’re still so in shock you can’t reprimand her.

“We have a jar for that now, Kierra.”, Steve grins as he reaches for your hand. “Eddie and I thought that… since we can’t legally get married, we could do our own wedding.”

“No, no crying.” Your sister quickly comes around to dry your eyes, not able to hold in her own tears as she takes the flowers from your hand.

“Are we ready?”, Robin smiles as Eddie grabs your other palm. “Cool. Hear ye, hear ye!”

Steve cringes as he laughs at her.

“We have gathered her today in the eyes of God, the dope kid, and badass sister to witness these three come together in holy fake matrimony because this town is stupid.”

“Robin!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Do you have the rings, Harrington?”

Dylan jumps forward and hands Eddie a box who passes it to Steve. You can’t help but gasp when he opens it. Inside is a gorgeous three studded diamond ring around a silver band. The diamonds were small but you didn’t care.

“We wanted to get something bigger but—”

You cut him off with your lips. “No, no. It’s perfect.”

Steve grins as he slides it on your ring finger. “The first time we saw you we knew we wanted to marry you. I know we can’t give you that but we at least wanted to be able to give you a symbol or something…”

“Sorry for skipping a few steps.”, Eddie cut in. “We wanted to do the whole get down on one knee thing but we also knew you would insist we didn’t have to do this so…”

“Are those your vows? Because they kinda suck.”

“Robin! Oh my god.” Steve playfully pushes her as she laughs. “I’m not good with the words. He’s the musician.”

“I play guitar. I’m not a front man.” He smiles at you. “But I do love you and of course your spawn.”

“Hey!” Dylan pouts making you giggle.

“You know you never have to worry with us.” Eddie continues. “We never want you to feel like you did when you were married to Charlie.”

“You’re safe with us to. In sickness and in health and all that.” Steve chuckles. “I love you to AND your offspring.”

Kierra taps your shoulder, handing you a box of your own. “Now, this was tasked to me and Dil. We didn’t tell you guys but he had engraving placed in each wedding band. I paid for that myself because I thought it was the sweetest thing.”

She handed you the one for Steve, beaming after reading the inscription and handing it to him.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you.”

The Princess Bride was one of the few movies Steve was able to introduce to Dylan and was actually surprised he hadn’t seen it already.

“Dude, it has sword fighting and a princess and all that fantasy stuff you like! How have you not seen it?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “How have you not shown this to him yet?”

“I don’t know! We just never got around to it.”

Steve smirks as he playfully takes you in his arms and dips you to the side.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you!”

You dramatically throw your hand over your forehead. “But, how can you be sure?”

He laughs as he pulls you upright and places a soft kiss on your lips. “This is true love. You think this happens every day.”

He smiles at the words before sliding the ring on his finger. “Thanks, Little Man.”

You grin at Eddie’s as you pass it to him.

“Life is ours, we live it our way.”

“Eddie!”

He stops strumming his guitar to look up at you from the chair he was sitting at in Dylan’s room.

“Hey, sweetheart. Welcome home.”

“Why thank you. What are you two doing?” You smile as your son flashes you his guitar.

“Eddie’s showing me Met-al-ick-ah.”

The metalhead smiled at his pronunciation.

“Oh yeah? Well go on, rockstar.” You jump onto Dylan’s bed behind him as Eddie starts playing again.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters.”

He winks at you as you blush.

“Dude, this so metal. Thank you.” Eddie slides on his ring as well before glancing at you.

Both men notice you fanning your face with your hand, trying not to cry.

“Ugh, you people are going to kill me.” You let out a breathy laugh, handing them your ring to read.

“I had to cut this quote down a bit, I’m afraid.” Your sister wrapped her arms around you.

“We are only as strong as we are united…”

“Like us, right mom?”

“What do you mean, weirdo?” You close the Harry Potter book around your hand so you can focus on him.

“Well, right now, Eddie and Steve are over there and we are here. But soon we will be together at the house. That will make us stronger. Right?”

“When did you get so smart?”

Dylan smiled as hugged your torso. “I was born with a big brain.”

You slide the ring down on your finger, staring at how it looked. After you left Charlie, you told yourself you were never going to do anything like this again. It just hurt too much and Dylan didn’t need all that stress. But seeing your hand, your son’s big grin, and all the effort these two men but into you…you wished this was real. Well, the wedding anyway. Their love for you was more than real and greater than anything you had ever experienced.

“Y/N.”, Robin tapped your arm. “Did you want to say something?”

“God,” you laugh as you wipe your eyes. “There’s so much I want to say but it’s either cheesy or too much.”

“I’m sure it’s not too much.”, Eddie grins.

“That right there. You guys saying things like that and actually meaning it. Before you two the only man I ever trusted was seven years old.” Dylan beams at your comment. “Thank you for…for everything. In sickness and in health and all that.” Everyone chuckles especially the boys.

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steven the Hair Harrington and Edward the freak we need to come up with a different nickname for you because you aren’t a freak Munson to be your unlawfully wedded husbands in sickness and in health and all that… till death do you part.”

“I do.”

“And do you Steven the floofy Hair Harrington and Edward not a freak Munson take Y/N Y/L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health and blah blah… till death do you part?”

“Of course.”, Steve smiles.

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie grins as you reach over to smack his chest.

“Hey, kiddo? You take them to?”, Robin leans over so she can see Dylan who was now sitting on the couch.

“Yup!”

“Awesome. By the power vested in me by no one because who would trust me with that kind of power, I now pronounce you fake husbands and fake wife. You may now disgustingly kiss.”

Steve jerks your arm, bringing you closer to him as his lips fall to yours. You smile as he spins to Eddie who dips you in his own arms before tenderly placing a kiss on your lips.

“Ew!”

“Agreed, kid.” Robin smiles as she shimmies out of her robe. “Ok, love birds. Let’s eat! I’m starving.”

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You, your sister, and the boys lay on the floor casually passing a flask between each other as Dylan snores on the couch. Robin had already left, needing to get home to her girlfriend.

“You guys seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“We know. That’s why we didn’t tell you because we knew you would try to talk us out of it.” Eddie laughs as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Dad would have loved it.” Kierra cranes her neck to smile at you.

“Do you think he would have liked us?”, Steve asks.

“Oh yeah. One guy to watch football with and another to talk shop while playing guitar? Hell, HE would have asked to marry you.” You cackle at your sister’s comment.

“Alllllright, kids…” She clings to the bottom of her dress as she stands. “I’m exhausted.”

Instead of heading for the door, she loops towards the couch to pick up your son.

“Um, excuse me. That little human is mine.”

“I know.” Dylan wraps his sleepy arms around Kierra’s neck. “I’m going to tuck him in for you and crash on your bed.” She leans in to kiss your cheek before opening the door and heading across the way. “Enjoy your honeymooooon.”, she sings.

You smile as you lock up and as soon as you turn around you bump into a broad chest who abruptly lifts you in his arms.

“Steve!”, you giggle as he carries you across the threshold of his bedroom.

“You know, this is probably the last time for a while that you can be REALLY loud.” He grins as he places you on the mattress and lays down on top of you.

Your body bounces as Eddie jumps in beside you. “Boys!”, you laugh at them as two sets of lips find their way to your neck. “You act like I’m going off to war or something.”

Steve shimmed down to the end of the bed, lifting each one of your legs to take off your shoes before gliding his hands up your skin bringing the dress along with him.

“Wait, hang on. You have to…Eddie…in the back.” You sit up, giving the man some room to unhook the tiny buttons holding it to you. He lifted the fabric over your head and casually tossed it to the floor.

“Wait!” You hand reached Steve’s when you noticed he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Can you guys keep them on for a while?” You push up your knees so you can bring your lips to his. “I just think you look really handsome.”

“Harrington,” Eddie beckoned him with his finger. Steve’s hand held the lower part of your back as he lifted you up and laid you back down, leaning his head to his friend as the metalhead whispered something in his ear.

“What are you two planning now?”

“Just lay back, sweetheart.” His lips reached down to kiss yours as you felt Steve rest his upper body between your legs. His own lips placing small kisses along your inner thigh before using his fingers to open your folds.

You moaned into Eddie’s mouth as he licked long stripes up towards your clit, stopping to suck on it with a slight pop before repeating the process.

“Steve’s always really good with his mouth, isn’t he?” You nod at his question as you lick your lips, throwing your head back as you mewl. His mouth traveled down your frame, stopping to flick his tongue around one of your nipples making your pussy clench around nothing.

You whined his name as he continued his trek down your body.

“I’m not going far, Princess. Trust me.”

“Fuck!”, you exclaimed as Eddie’s tongue grazed your nub.

Steve made room for him bringing his own tongue to your entrance while the other boy hung over one of your legs, wrapping his mouth around your little bundle of nerve.

With nothing to hold on to you clawed at the sheets, panting at the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips and tongues between your legs.

“Fuck, please. Please…” They pushed you over the edge as you came not even slowing their pace as you did.

You leaned up on your elbows to watch them as Steve inserted two of his fingers in your hole while Eddie did the same with your clit, using two of his digits to rotate fast circles against you. They pressed their lips together, tasting you on their breath.

Steve groaned as Eddie’s mouth followed his jawline to his neck. The pleasure on his face drove you wild as you felt the coil in your belly slowly tighten. As you viewed them through hooded eyes, you had a realization. They didn’t just “marry” you but each other as well.

They had told you before in previous relationships they had never been allowed to explore that side of their relationship until you. They loved each other as much as they loved you.

A small smile spread across your face as the coil snapped and you came harder than you had before.

“St-Steve.” You shakily sat up with Eddie quickly shuffling behind you to be your chair. “We…we have never… fuck that was amazing.” The three of you laughed as you fell back against the man behind you.

“Take your time, honey. We have all night.” Steve’s beautiful smile warmed your heart.

“How would you feel…being in the middle…”

“Oh. But tonight’s about you, baby.”

“No”, you corrected. “It’s about us. I mean, of course, you don’t have to. I just…seeing you just now practically come apart with his lips on your throat. Oh my god… Imagine what his cock would do.”

You can’t see it but Eddie is beaming with pride behind you as he winks cheekily at Steve.

“Let’s do it.” He grins as you squeak with delight. “Are we allowed to take the suits off, ma’am?”

“Why yes, Mr. Harrington. You may.”

Eddie is the first to get his suit off, not really taking the same care as Steve does to take off one piece at a time. You crawl to him on the bed with your knees and wrap your arms around him as you kiss his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, Princess.”

You mimic his early motions, leaving open mouth kiss down his chest and stomach as his hands gently pull through your hair. He moans above you as you take his dick in your hands and glide you tongue along the tip. Your eyes flick upward when you hear small smacking sounds to see Steve cupping Eddie’s cheeks as he kisses his lips.

“Fuck…”, he groans as your mouth wraps around his length, steadily bobbing your head. You take him as deep as you can causing him to grunt with every gag. Steve sits beside you on the bed, licking his fingers before reaching under you to stroke your clit.

“Yes, Sweetheart. Fucking hell.”, he responds to the vibration from your moan. You pull off him continuing to pump his cock with your palm as you look at Steve.

“Are you ready, baby?”

He nods as he removes his fingers and waits for direction. You whisper to Eddie who responds with a smile and small peck on your nose. As he heads for the dresser to find the lube, you guide Steve towards his pillows, laying his head back against them.

You straddle his waist as his hands come up to grip yours, holding on to you as you position his cock near your entrance and slowly slide him inside of you.

You grind your hips against his, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. “Jesus, Steve. You always feel so good.”

When you stopped moving, his eyes opened as a nervous breath escaped his lips. Eddie positioned himself between the man’s legs, rubbing the lube over his cock with his fist. You leaned down, hovering your face over his.

“It’s ok, baby. If you start feeling uncomfortable just tell us.”

He smiled up at you, holding his breath as he waited.

Steve’s mouth opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as Eddie began guiding his dick into him. You felt his fingertips dig into your skin as the boy behind you leaned his forehead on your back.

“Are you okay, Eds?” He responded by kissing your spine.

“What about you, honey?” Steve didn’t say anything either but his face had relaxed a lot more. When you slowly started grinding your hips again, the sound that left his mouth made your pussy flutter around him. “Does it feel good?”

Eddie froze when he bottomed out and you took the opportunity the drift back down towards the man underneath you. “Talk to me, Steve.”

“I can’t…”

“You can’t what?”

His body began to move as the metalhead began doing small thrusts into him. “Can’t talk.”

“Does it hurt?”

He adamantly shook his head. “Feels…good. Really good.”

Steve’s mouth opened into a silent moan as you straightened so you could ride him. Eddie’s chin landed on your shoulder.

“How does he feel?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

“Eddie, you…you can go faster.” Steve’s voice came out whiney as if he was begging.

“Lean back down, Princess.”

You did as you were told as he began thrusting into Steve with much more purpose. When his hips pushed into him, his stomach nudged against you allowing your waist to grind on the cock inside of you.

You whimpered as two sets of hands gripped your body; one set pulling you back the other moving you forward. Steve’s neck craned up to wrap his mouth around your breast as you moaned, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m… fuck…”

You sat up, grinding faster against him as Eddie’s arm came around to hold your chest. Steve watched in aw as you turned to kiss the metalhead, your tongues dancing with one another. He swallowed your moans as you came, trembling as you leaned your head back to shout their names.

You grinned as you panted, climbing off of Steve and falling to the side. Without you in the way, Eddie leaned down closer to the other boy’s chest as he pushed deeper into him.

You watched them in an aw of your own. The way they moaned especially Steve was obscenely beautiful. Rolling on to your side, you kissed his shoulder up to his lips.

“He feels amazing, doesn’t he? Eddie knows how to hit just the right spots.” His honey eyes stare at you as you lick your palm and reach down to stroke his cock.

“Fuck me…”

“Cum, baby. Cum for us.”

Steve eyes close as Eddie delivers a few hard thrusts. He searches for you as he pulls your mouth to his, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss as he cums, spilling ropes of his seed onto your hand and Eddie’s tummy.

The other man chases his own high, gripping on to Steve’s legs. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as he releases inside of him. They both pant aggressively before Eddie gently pulls out of and falls onto Steve’s chest. You stroke his hair, pushing it out of his face and finding a soft smile.

Tumbling off the bed, you disappear into the bathroom and come back with a wash rag.

“Eddie, sweetie, you have to move.” You grin as he shakes his head before groaning and rolling to the side. To both of your surprises, Steve wraps his arm around him, bringing his head back to his chest. His fingers tangled through his hair as you cleaned him up.

After throwing the rag in a near by hamper, you grab one of their shirts off the floor, throwing it around your shoulders before lazily buttoning it up.

“I love you guys.” Steve’s voice is low and gravelly as you crawl back into bed beside him. “I’m serious. I know I don’t say it a lot or as much as I should but—”

You tenderly place your hand on his lip, cutting him off. “We don’t doubt you, baby. Trust me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. Even just the bare minimum, ya know? Eddie tells me stories all the time about you two and how you’ve been there for him.” The boy turns on to his chin to look up at Steve and smile.

“Oh my god and Dylan. Weirdo never shuts up about how cool he thinks you are and how happy you make him when you hang out with him. Steve,” you lean up on your elbow so you can look down at his face. “We know you struggle with words but its ok. You show us every day that you love us.”

He grins, craning his neck to kiss your lips.

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Eddie runs up behind you and quickly takes the box you were carrying to the house out of your hands.

“No ma’am.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he jogs inside the front door.

“Are you guys seriously not going to let me help!?”, you call after him.

He sprints past you stopping to kiss your cheek before jumping into the moving truck. You smile as you watch both men bring down the couch with Dylan laying on top of it.

“Oh sure. I can’t lift boxes but he can get carried around?”

“Shit, she’s right.” You lightly smack Steve’s chest as they set down the sofa. “You, off.” He points to your son who giggles as he slides down. Strong arms suddenly lift you in the air and lay you on the furniture.

They grin at each other as they lift the piece of furniture again. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I hate you both.”

“No you don’t.” They set the couch down in the living room and Eddie reaches for your hand helping you back up.

“Why don’t you and little man start going through stuff?”

You scowl jokingly at Steve.

“Oof. Beware that look, gentleman. It means trouble.” Eddie’s uncle strides through the doorway.

“Hi, Wayne!” Dylan runs to him and gives him a hug.

“See? We got more help. And Robin’s coming over later to.”

“Oh? Are you going to make her stay inside to? I’d love to see that.”

“Are you kidding? Robin’s scary. She can do whatever she wants.” Steve chuckles as he rapidly runs away back towards the truck with Eddie and Wayne in tow.

“What do you say, weirdo? Want to help me get our new home put together?”

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