#have to write blurbs before I right flash forwards

[mikkomacko]

[wileys-russo]

Steph, airport, "How did you forget your boots?" (possibly a teen!r and it's not a prank teen!r actually forgot her boots, maybe for Matildas camp?)

Love your writing so much! How you manage to make full blurbs from these always amazes me your honestly a magician.

not a prank II s.catley x matildas

"kyra!" you huffed, the older girls leg shooting out and tripping you, your body almost hitting the ground before caitlin hurried to grab your backpack and haul you to your feet.

"steph she won't leave me alone!" you yelled out for the other girl who simply sighed, dropping her sunglasses over her eyes and pretending as if she didn't hear you.

"steph! did you hear me? steph!" you called again as your national captain quickened her steps in response, kyra pulling faces at you as you tried to lunge for her and caitlin held you back.

"the more you rise to her, the more she's gonna go at you. we've been over this." caitlin chuckled, slinging an arm over your shoulder as kyra turned her attention to charli, jumping on her back.

"easy for you to say. you'll meet up with macca and lani and leave me all alone for kyra to mess with me!" you huffed grumpily, having lost the rock paper scissors that lead you to being sat beside the brunette who was supposedly three years older than you, not that you'd know it with the way she acted.

"nah. she's got a whole team of people to annoy, you'll be fine egg." caitin tugged your beanie down over your head as you shoved her away from you. "i told you to stop calling me that, all of you." you grumbled, a baby photo of yourself with no hair posted by your mum for your birthday leaving you with the nickname.

"well, thats not gonna happen." caitlin grinned, grabbing your backpack for you and loading it into the back of the car, the driver sending you a friendly smile as you scrambled inside, eagerly dropping yourself next to steph.

"you ignored me. you're supposed to look after me, you're my cousin!" you sharply poked the older girl in the ribs who hissed and smacked your hand away. "i thought you didn't want to be babied? you made that explicitly clear at christmas." steph pushed her sunglasses onto her head as the other girls boarded the van and took their seats.

"ah! leave her alone." stephs arm darted out to push away kyras hand which tried to tug your beanie off, quickly pushing herself up and out of her seat to again ward off the midfielders sticky hand that tried to tug at hayleys hair next who was seated behind you.

"thats not babying." you pointed out once kyra sat down and stephs attention returned to you. "well you just have such a widdle baby face, and such chubby cheeks!" steph cooed, pinching your face and shaking it side to side as the engine roared to laugh and you heard hayley chuckle.

"this is babying!" you grunted, managing to pull her off and quickly doing up your seatbelt as the van pulled away from the airport, all of you having touched down back in australia for the last home game of the year.

thankfully the conversation shifted after that, hayley leaning forward to join in as in what felt like only a few minutes the van was pulling into the hotel, the media team already camped out the front with the usual cameras in hand ready for some social content no doubt.

bags unloaded and polite but tired smiles flashed you had your room keys in hand, trudging after steph down the hall as your rooms were right next to one another, no doubt likely at your cousins request.

"i know you're tired, but unpack and organise. training gear, game gear, mufti-" you snickered at that causing her to pause. "mufti? we're not doing a dollar coin donation at the door." you teased with a grin, the older girl only rolling her eyes but you didn't miss the slight smile that ghosted her lips.

"yeah yeah very funny. but before you relax, unpack. then down for dinner at-" "dinners at six steph, i know, i was given the same schedule you were."

a few more lecturing words of wisdom and you were finally free, swiping your key card and letting yourself inside, awkwardly lugging your suitcase in behind you as the door swung shut and you looked around, pleasantly surprised at how large the room was.

after testing out the bed and exploring every little nook and cranny you could find, you grunted as you lifted your bag up onto the bed, flipping it open and groaning at its dissaray, having packed in a hurry yesterday.

none the less knowing steph would absolutely make a point to check you'd unpacked you knew it would be less painful for you to do so now than suffer the consequences of not having done so later.

but upon getting about halfway through, you realised there was something missing, a very very important something, and a cold sense of dread settled over you as you had a vision of exactly where they were...back in london.

"oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck!" you swore, throwing things around the room as you hunted through your bags fruitlessly, the item in question far too large to be missed you were really just clutching for straws.

coming up empty handed, you knew now there was really only one thing you could so. so with that same sticky cold sense of dread trickling over you, you grabbed your room key and stepped outside, taking a few steps and knocking on stephs door.

she answered right away, raising an eyebrow in silent questioning, a peek past her showing her own case half unpacked on the floor.

"we have a problem. well, i have a problem. which i am now going to make, your problem." you managed to get out, your cousin staring at you strangely before stepping aside so you could make your way in, the door closing after you.

"well go on! out with it." steph snapped her fingers impatiently as she perched on the corner of the bed and you remained standing, messing nervously with the tips of your fingers.

"i sort of, maybe, kind of, accidentally-" "out with it in this century, egg." "hey aunty lesley said you can't call me that anymore!" "my god just get on with it."

"i left my boots at home." you finally managed out with a wince, your cousin staring at you blankly in response. "ha ha, very funny. what is it really? dinners soon." steph sighed, running her hands tiredly down her face.

"no i'm not joking. i really left them. they're still on my bed....in london." you laughed nervously, hand rubbing the back of your neck as very suddenly stephs facial features shifted, eyes narrowing.

"this isn't a joke?" "no, i really forgot them." "swear on your mums life, you're not joking?" "yes! i swear. i really forgot them."

"i just-" steph was quick to her feet, pacing back and forth mumbling things under her breath as you slowly lowered yourself down to sit on the armchair opposite her, sensing this was not going to end well for you.

"how! how did you forget your boots?" steph rounded on you suddenly, looming over you as you shrugged. "i don't know! i didn't do it on purpose." you defended as steph groaned, once again dragging her hands down her face.

"how did you not just pack them! you little shit you use them every fucking-" steph paused for a second, closing her eyes and inhaling and exhaling, calming herself.

"sorry. sorry. lets just...pause for a second." steph spoke, eyes still closed as you looked at her like she'd grown a second head but nodded none the less, your cousin taking another deep breath and moving to sit down on the corner of her bed again.

"steph...who are you calling?" "rebel. its twenty minutes away, they close at nine and you need some fucking boots now!"

[kawhh]

quinn and his gf showing jack and luke the ropes in their first sexual experiences…who said that 😋

If this is bad, I'm honestly running on two hours sleep and I'm exhausted. I'm also apparently on a train of writing more for each blurb but I can't promise that'll always be the case. Warnings: pretty much sub!Jack&Luke. Quinn spreading you open. Tricking them into playing with you, sorta. Fingering. I bullied Luke. Taglist.

Quinn'd think it's only right that he helps them get a taste of what they're missing, what they're so scared about— they freeze like scared little kittens if you even brush past them, the slightest skin contact making them weak.

He sees the shivers covering their body like a film, the way they cave in towards themselves trying to protect themselves from him noticing the way they physically react. Their eyes scanning you, pupils darting around like scared prey. Guilt flashing on their faces when they focus on your chest, on your ass, on how soft your skin looks like to them. The skin contact a skin absorbed high.

He knows they don't have any experience, knows they would've come to him for advice if they were even close. He's just concerned— it's his job to show them the ropes.

Resting against the headboard, his arms hooked around your naked body, the strain a hair short of pain. His head buried in your neck, calming kisses pressed into your skin. He knows you're nervous about his plan, nervous that he's going to have a bad reaction to someone else seeing you naked, seeing someone else inside you— even if it his brothers.

It'd be easy to get them in the bedroom— they'll do anything for Quinn. No questions asked. Even when he's worried they'll both collapse in shock when the door creaks open and they're faced with the sight of your bare cunt on display, your body splayed open for their gaze. His hand hooked around your thigh, spreading you open, his thick fingers scissoring you open, your arousal soaking his fingers an open sign for them.

They'd be hypnotised by the way you clench around nothing, how your thighs tremble in his hold. How soaked you are. How you look like a gift wrapped present ready to be ripped open.

"You gonna open up for them, sweetheart?" Quinn tugging you open further, checking that you're fully restrained his arms— ignoring your whine of pain, your muscles stretched to the brink.

His tongue licking a stripe up your neck while he summons his brother's over, patting the space between your legs. He knows they'll come. He doesn't think they're capable of resisting— he wouldn't be shocked if it's their first time even seeing pussy.

"You can touch her... she can take it. Pussy's crying for it."

They'd be so cautious, their heads buried in the gap between your thighs, fighting for room, fighting for a chance to touch you. One hand against your clit, the slightest pressure. One hand tracing you, softly pressing against you, exposing you further, watching your pussy drool with their attention.

Grinding against the bed covers when they get more confident— Jack trying to get himself together before the youngest, a single finger tip pushing inside you, eyes wide as you moan, the noise shooting straight to his cock.

It'd go to his head, the power he has over you with one single finger. An inch inside you. Curling against your walls, groaning as you thrust forward in Quinn's hold like you're trying to fuck his finger, trying to suck him in. His nose wrinkling in distaste when Luke cums against the sheets without even touching you— the sight of you stretched open too much for him.

"I think the little slut needs it a little faster, Jack..."

Obeying his brother like a puppy wagging his tail, his finger pushing further in you, his breath hot against your clit, panting like you're sucking him off. Luke resting his cheek against the covers, watching him play with you like it's his own personal porn— his cheeks flushed from you seeing him cum from nothing.

Jack's tongue slicking over his lips, pushing another finger in to join the first, his eyes widening for a split second watching you stretch around him, watching how you take him in. A darkness flashing across his face when you protest, his teeth sinking into your thigh by instinct, missing the proud look on Quinn's face.

His fingers speeding up inside you, an uncontrolled pace. Pushing against your walls, giving himself everything he's ever desired. Hunting for the spongy spot inside you, Quinn barking out directions based on your reactions. He's holding your head in his grip, keeping eye contact as you cry out, as you lose yourself.

The way you clench around Jack's fingers when you cum, your walls squeezing him, the rhythmic throb against him. Dripping down his wrist. His first smell of you, the first time he's felt something so hot and warm trying to suck him back in. His tongue lapping at his fingers when he can finally free himself, eyes rolling back in his head.

His eyes fluttering closed, crashing down with the overwhelming feelings screaming through him. Joining his baby brother half asleep next to you. Not seeing Quinn raise you up, not registering your overstimulated whine as he buries himself inside of you.

[crowsofdarkness]

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader x Steve Rogers. More so: Stucky x Female!Reader.

You’re a brat, Bucky punishes you, and Steve watches the whole thing.

18+ smut below the cut: public fingering, voyeurism, slight degradation, language, Steve licking your fingers clean.

a/n: i got inspired to write this little blurb while listening to the book Her Soul To Take by Harley Laroux. Please enjoy! Sorry it took me awhile to post and sorry it's kind of short

“Such a filthy whore, aren’t you?” 

Silence. 

No words fell from your lips. 

The only sound that echoed in the alley way was the wet sounds of Bucky’s fingers deep inside of your cunt. Your chest was pressed against the brick building, bare ass directly in sight for his onslaught. One hand was buried deep inside your cunt, fingers working you open. While his other, his left, continued to smack against your already reddened ass. 

“Answer me,” he demanded, slowly dragging his fingers out of you. 

You let out a low whine, hoping that would be enough for him to fuck you again with his fingers. Instead, Bucky simply slapped your ass again with his free hand. 

“Yes!” You cried out as the stinging intensified. “I’m your whore.” 

Bucky let out a very deep, rumbling hum, before brushing his nose against the shell of your ear. “Who else?”

Your eyes flashed over to the man in the opening of the dark alley, bright blue iris pinning you harder against the building than Bucky’s body was. Steve’s smile broke through the darkness as he stalked closer towards you two. 

It was an innocent night of getting drinks with your friends, Bucky and Steve included. What started as innocent fastly turned into flirtatious which turned to down right naughty. Steve and Bucky excused themselves for the night but you wanted to keep the night of flirting going so you walked out with them, to which Bucky dragged you into the alleyway behind the bar to continue where Steve left off inside; fingering you underneath the table. 

“Only yours, Bucky,” you smirked, glancing over your shoulder at him. 

You were a brat and loved to rile both of them up, which was working, because Steve stepped forward only to be halted by Bucky. 

“Keep being a brat, baby girl, and Steve will have to punish you,” Bucky said. 

God, please. 

Bucky loved punishing you. Steve, however? He was ruthless with it which drove you fucking wild. 

“I’m sorry,” you whined, pouting your bottom lip towards Steve. “I’m your whore too, Stevie.” 

His lip twitched but he remained in place next to Bucky, hands deep into the pocket of his jeans. “Don’t hold back, Buck.” 

The man behind your back rumbled with a laughter so sinister, it made your pussy clench around his fingers. 

“I never do.” 

Then, Bucky’s fingers were pumping inside of you again with a more intense pace as before. Two fingers so deep inside of your went cunt, the sounds that lingered in the air along with the smell of your arousal, had you blushing a deep crimson. Even in the darkness, anyone could walk out and see what was happening. One of Bucky’s hand pressing your head against the building while his other fucked you from behind. Steve standing so close to Bucky, you were almost certain you saw his lips on Bucky’s neck. Yet the pleasure that was coursing through you as your orgasm was building and building made your vision hazy. 

“Oh, fuck,” you muttered, body begining to shake.  

With his fingers curling inside of you, Bucky began ravaging your neck, littering it with deep red marks, claiming you as his. Steve wanted to as well but he already had his fun inside of the bar. And when you got back to your apartment, Steve would be able to continue where this left off. 

“Bucky,” you choked on his name, desperately needing that release. 

“Do you want to cum, baby girl?” He asked, almost taunted. 

You nodded, tongue and lips becoming numb from the pleaser. A tender kiss to your cheek and the feeling of Bucky’s scruff gave you the answer you were so hungry for. 

“Let go.” 

You came with a shout, only to be muffled by Bucky’s left hand as his other hand worked you through the aftershocks. Between your legs were soaked, along with your panties that he’d pushed to the side. 

“Such a good girl,” Bucky praised before pulling his fingers out of you to hold them up to the dim light in the alley way. 

Breathless, you turned around so you could lean up against the wall with time to steady yourself. Steve’s nostrils flared as he smelled your arousal and Bucky seemed to understand because he held up his fingers to Steve’s lips. 

“Lick them clean, Steve,” Bucky demanded, never taking his eyes off of you. 

You watched with even more heat than you felt before as Steve worked his tongue over Bucky’s fingers, taking them so deep down his throat with a hum. Suddenly, you wanted to see Steve take other parts of Bucky down his throat. Your eyes flicked down and let out a gasp when you noticed how hard both of their cocks were in their jeans. Steve released Bucky’s fingers with a loud ‘pop’ and very quickly, tossed you over his shoulder to drag you towards their car which was parked at the opening of the alley way. 

“My turn to punish this pretty little cunt,” Steve said as Bucky followed, a fond smile on his lips. 

[honeyncherry]

hi lexi! can i request a secret of us blurb where they attend a friend's wedding and joe realises he wants to marry reader 💕

love this concept and writing for them <3

part of the sou universe but can be read as a standalone

content fluff fluff fluff

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Lily petals scatter underfoot like remnants of something too fragile to keep. Half-melted candles drip wax onto linen. The music spills from hidden speakers in soft, swelling waves, the kind that ache more than they entertain. Someone’s tie is undone. Someone’s aunt is crying. And Joe… Joe is standing just slightly removed from it all, drink in hand, breath held, watching you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

And maybe that’s the point.

Because you’re not in the spotlight. You’re not the bride. You’re not even trying. But you’re glowing in a way that makes his stomach twist up like a rag being wrung dry. Your eyes shine when you laugh at something one of the groomsmen drunkenly rambles on about. You lean back in your chair like you belong there. Like you’ve never once thought about leaving. Like you’ve never once left him—even when you probably should have.

And God, he loves you for that. Even if he hasn’t outwardly said it. Even if he’s pretended it’s just history, just comfort, just a thousand shared memories knotted together with enough silence to keep it from unraveling.

He watches the bride feed her husband a bite of cake with shaking hands, watches the way her fingers tremble before they find the edge of his jaw, just to hold him steady. A touch that says, You are mine and I am yours and this has never been anything else.

The groom says something that makes her laugh, soft and breathy, and she tips her head forward like she needs a moment to recover. The kind of laugh that shakes her shoulders and touches her whole face.

And something in Joe twists.

Not out of jealousy, it’s not that he wants her, or even wants what they have in some general, surface-level way. It’s deeper than that. He feels it bounce around his mind like a question he doesn’t want to ask, a truth he’s been keeping in his mouth like a penny on his tongue.

Because he’s not the kind of guy who’s ever spent time picturing vows or tuxedos or first dances under fairy lights, but tonight, for whatever reason, it hits him how badly he wants it. Not the ceremony. Not the performance. Just the thing underneath it. The unspoken this is it kind of love. The ease of it.

And the worst part—the part that makes his chest feel too tight for the buttons of his shirt—is that he knows he wouldn’t want it with anyone but you.

Not now. Not ever.

And maybe that should scare him more than it does.

He thinks about you in flashes. Not just the big stuff like milestones and all but the small, blurry ones. You handing him a mug before you’ve even had your own coffee. You asleep on his shoulder on some plane to somewhere. You barefoot in the kitchen, spinning absently to whatever music was playing through the Alexa. You laughing at something he didn’t think was all that funny, but now it is, just because you’re the one laughing.

And suddenly, like the universe is done giving him space to lie to himself, you’re right in front of him, smiling like the night lives in your mouth. Cheeks flushed from champagne, hair a little wild from dancing, dress slightly askew at the shoulder. Your glass only half full, but your happiness pouring over.

You reach for him with one hand, curling your fingers into the lapel of his jacket. “There you are,” you say, slipping up to him with that easy familiarity that always undoes him. One hand slides up his chest, nails catching on the fabric as you lean in and kiss him, quick and sweet.

You pull back just far enough to look up at him, voice already lilting with laughter. “I’ve been telling people you ran off to elope with the open bar.”

He smiles, but his attention is locked on you—on the way your hair has started to fall out of whatever pins you stuck it up with. The faint smudge of mascara. How you still smell like the perfume he bought you last Christmas, soft and a little floral, but now it’s mixed with the heat of your skin and the crisp bite of champagne.

“You should’ve seen Marr,” you’re saying, laughing again as you loop one arm lazily around his waist. “He swore up and down he saw the groom practicing his vows in the parking lot. Like, full tux, pacing, sweating, whispering to himself like a psychopath.”

Joe’s not really listening. Not because he doesn’t care. But because you’re here. Laughing and rambling and slightly drunk and touching him like you always do, like you can’t not, and the only thing running through his head is I’m gonna remember this moment for the rest of my life.

“I asked him if he needed water,” you giggle, fingers tightening in the fabric of his jacket. “And he said—‘I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep well.’ Like, okay…”

You’re perfect. Not in the pristine, untouchable way he used to think perfection looked like. You’re messy and funny and a little too tipsy and absolutely glowing. You’re flushed and radiant, fingertips curling near his collar. You’re the girl who’s seen every version of him and you’re still here.

“Oh—and then when the officiant forgot the bride’s middle name. Which, I know, not that serious. But still…”

You’re not a fantasy. You’re not some idea of a person. You’re real, standing in front of him asking if his tie got messed up when you kissed him earlier, and all he can think is I want this forever.

Not the wedding. Not the party. You.

You giggle again, something about scribbled vows and how you’d absolutely choke under that kind of pressure, and Joe just stares. You’re glowing from the inside out, your voice soft and overflowing like it’s trying to keep up with your thoughts, and he’s smiling so hard it almost hurts.

“I wanna go to another wedding,” you say suddenly. “They’re so perfect and everyone is so happy, and I’m so happy. You’re so handsome. I love you in a suit.”

His whole chest feels like it’s cracking open under the weight of how much he loves you. You’re everything I want. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re mine. I want to keep you. I want to hold you in every version of this life we get. I want to watch you kick your shoes off at every party for the rest of our lives.

You look up at him again, gold-lit and wide-eyed like you suddenly noticed he hasn’t said much.

“What?”

He shakes his head, leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth like it’s the only thing keeping him from breaking down completely.

“Nothing,” he murmurs, voice rough with it. “You’re just—god, you’re beautiful.”

You grin at him, slow and drowsy and full of something quiet, then tip your head against his shoulder like standing upright was never really the point. He lets you settle there, lets your body lean fully into his, one arm slipping around your back without even thinking.

And just like that, it’s settled without panic or doubt. Just the quiet, steady truth of it.

He wants this. He wants you. Not for a season. Not for a stretch of years.

For infinity.

He wants to hear you ramble about how you’ll never be a bride who cries at her own wedding, and then cry anyway. Wants to watch you dance barefoot at your own reception, stealing bites off his plate between songs. He wants to see you in white, not because it’s tradition, but because you’ll make it look like magic. He wants to wake up next to you with a ring on your hand and call it a normal morning. He wants to sit beside you years from now, watching someone else’s vows, and hear you whisper, "Ours were better."

Joe Burrow wants to marry you.

[nadvs]

Can you write a lil blurb about rafe fucking reader in head lock I remember someone requested before but I can’t find it

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18+

Friends with benefits would be too generous a term. Rafe is nowhere near a friend. When you’re not naked together, your breath on his neck while he’s buried deep inside you, you hardly even look at each other.

And you like it that way. The only thing you two have in common is how much you like being tangled up in one another, roughly panting through orgasms. You don’t need to get along. Not when the sex is this good.

It’s a typical summer night on the north side of the island. Music throbs through the massive beach house, throngs of people talking and drinking and dancing around you.

You’re with your friends when a guy approaches you, making a playful comment about what you’re drinking.

Rafe watches from the other side of the room. When you laugh at something he says to you, jealousy twists in his stomach.

He can’t handle witnessing this for very long before he approaches you, wrapping his hand around your forearm, leaning to speak into your ear.

“Let’s go,” Rafe mumbles, his deep voice hitting you at your core.

You flash a polite smile to the stranger trying to hit on you before letting Rafe lead you out of the crowd.

It’s not the first time he’s pulling you out of a party to fuck you. Excitement bubbles in you as he manhandles you into a bathroom, locking the door behind you, and pushes up against your back.

You meet Rafe’s blue eyes in the mirror as he stands behind you, feeling him grind against you. You watch the reflection of his hands dragging up your body to squeeze your tits.

“I was in the middle of a conversation,” you tease. He grips tighter, making you gasp in anticipation.

“You think I give a fuck?” Rafe asks, pushing his growing cock against your ass.

You bite your lip as he shifts to bunch up the fabric of your skirt and pull your panties down.

Rafe sighs a breath of relief into your ear as he runs his fingers over the warmth between your legs. He shuffles to unzip his pants and pull himself out of his boxers.

When his tip pushes against your entrance, a moan spills from your mouth.

“You wanna go back to your little conversation now?��� Rafe taunts. He sinks another inch into you, urging you to lean forward and arch your back.

“No,” you whisper. He huffs a gratified chuckle as his hand wraps against the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over even more. Your breath fogs on the mirror as you press your trembling hands down.

Rafe shoves his full length into you, his body flush against yours, the cold countertop hard on your hips. The sound of your pounding heart mixes with the dampened music and overlapping chatter on the other side of the door.

His firm arms wrap around your head. He boxes you in, completely constricting you, as he starts to thrash into you. With every pump, his hold on you tightens. His pace is frenzied and desperate.

He rides the power trip of having you like this. Minutes ago, you were entertaining some moron, but he’s balls deep in you right now, reminding you who you really belong to.

You look into the mirror, the way your body jolts with every slam, the way his lips are parted, the way his face is contorted in an expression that tells you he has a point to prove.

When he’s in this state, you know he’s only chasing his own pleasure, so you dip a hand between your legs to touch yourself while he plunges in and out of you.

You meet his reflected eyes and his forearm presses against your throat in the headlock he has you in.

“I own you,” he grunts. You nod in desperation. In these sinful, heated moments, he possesses you completely.

Rafe’s hips stutter as he reaches his peak, nearly cutting off your airway as he cums deep inside you. Your orgasm rushes through your body seconds later, filling you with euphoria.

Once he releases you, you’re gasping for air. His dimples cave into his cheeks as he smiles in sick satisfaction, buttoning his jeans back up behind you.

“Go back to him if you want to so bad,” he tells you. He meets your gaze in the mirror. “While you talk to him, you can think about how it’s my cum dripping out of you.”

Rafe leaves you bent over and breathless, staring at your own fucked out expression. It always ends this way. And you know you’ll let him do it again and again and again.

[puck-luck]

hey andy

i’d like to order an americano with cinnamon (daddy kink) for arber xhekaj

sometimes you write a blurb about a new character and you get real into it (daddy kink truther) and it ends up real long and you have to say "yeah sure why not" as you post it.

yeah, sure, why not?

You’ve been bad today.

It was on purpose.

You wanted a rise out of Arber.

You got exactly what you wanted.

He called you as soon as he got into his car after his afternoon workout. You hadn’t picked up, of course. You’re dangling yourself just out of Daddy’s reach, frustrating and bothering him until he snaps and gives you what you’re looking for. 

“You’re in trouble,” Daddy said in that dark, dominating snarl of his. “Don’t make things harder for me when I get home.”

You had twenty minutes to get ready for him, a smile on your face and a skip in your step as you made your way to your secondary guest room, the room that is always prepped and ready for when you and Daddy participate in a scene. 

The bed is made, ties on all four corners hidden expertly under the mattress. You tug the two at the foot of the bed out of place, choosing two of Arber’s sleek ties to loop around your ankles and fasten in place. 

The crotchless panties partially hidden under the hem of your flowing teddy are perfect for this. You looked cute, innocent yet sexy in the video you sent to Arber, unboxing it and trying it on for the first time. You have a feeling that the part of the video that got him, that made him tick, that sent him over the edge was the part when you sat down in his chair and spread your legs, the fabric parting with them. Your pussy was on full display for Daddy, but you acted like it was an everyday occurrence. You frowned at the camera and fixed the fabric, baring yourself even further, and then you ran a finger through your folds. You touched what belongs to Daddy and then sent the video to him, making sure he saw you breaking his rules.

You wait for him to arrive, legs extended towards the edges of the bed. You adjust yourself quickly, making sure you look as good as possible, and then you lay back on the pillows. You fluff your hair, then cross your wrists over your head, and you wait.

A smile threatens to overtake your face when you hear Daddy arrive. He doesn’t have to call out, knowing exactly where to find you. 

When he opens the door, you bat your eyelashes. 

Arber takes in the sight before him, your body open and ready for the taking. His calculated glare softens slightly when he notices that you’ve tied yourself down. He walks forward and slides a finger under the tie on your left leg, then under the right. He clicks his tongue when he pulls away. “So you can think about your actions.”

“Of course I can, Daddy,” you confirm. You don’t say your words with attitude, but Arber’s dark eyes flash to your face anyway, silencing you.

His fingertips walk up your right leg as he rounds the bed, standing to your right and leaning over you. He doesn’t join you. One of his palms slides over your wrists, locking them in place. His walking fingers travel along your thighs, then your hip, then over your mound. Arber watches your expression with a straight face, mouth held in a severe line, and he feels his way to your folds.

Two of his digits fill your cunt suddenly, knocking the wind from you. His thumb covers your clit and you gasp– Daddy’s head tilts and his eyebrow twitches, watching your reaction.

“Such a pretty little slut, offering yourself up to me like this,” Daddy murmurs thoughtfully, thrusting and curling his fingers inside of you as he strokes your clit. You weren’t wet enough for this yet, but the discomfort is quickly becoming pleasure. The longer he touches you, the better you feel. “I’m going to enjoy using you.”

Your mouth opens with a moan, eyelids fluttering shut. You wanted this, wanted to be used, and Daddy’s going to do exactly that. He’s going to pound you into the mattress until you’re nothing but a pile of mush, mind cloudy and body lax. 

“If I told you to come, would you be able to obey me?” Daddy asks.

You hum an agreement and nod, noticing the way Arber’s hair is slicked back. It’s still a bit wet. He must have only gotten out of the shower at the gym when he received your video.

“Well, baby, you don’t get to come tonight,” Daddy scoffs. He laughs like he can’t believe you thought you’d be allowed to come after disobeying him, condescending and mean. He leans in and kisses your lips chastely before he pulls away and pledges, “I’m going to torture you.”

His fingers are still moving inside of you, bullying his favorite gummy spot on your inner walls, the one that makes stars dance in your line of vision, circling his head. “What?” you breathe out, daring to question Arber even if it will make the night longer for you. You want to be used. You don’t want to be a cumdump tonight.

There’s still that niggling voice in your head reminding you that this is good. Daddy knows what’s best for you, she whispers. Relax. Daddy will take care of you no matter what. Listen to Daddy.

Arber speaks: “I own this pussy, remember? Every inch of it belongs to me. I get to do what I want with it.” 

Daddy knows best. Let Daddy take charge.

You nod, movement slow, almost a hesitation.

“You know what to say if something’s not okay, baby?” Daddy asks. “Tell me, what do you say if Daddy goes too far?”

“Wi-Fi.” Your words are curt and quiet, which should let Arber know that you’re close to letting go of control… that you’re ready to hand the reins over to him and succumb to the desirable words swirling through your brain: Relax. Surrender.

Arber drops a kiss on your forehead. “That’s right,” he says. “Turn your head towards me, sweet girl. Daddy wants to use your mouth first.”

You feel your eyelids sagging in relief as he kisses your skin so sweetly, so gently, reminding you that there’s a loving boyfriend underneath his dominating persona. You drop your inhibitions like the string of a helium balloon, mouth obeying and ears ringing as one single word bounces around your head: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…

[b14augrana]

Nenita

You plan a surprise for Irene’s birthday

Irene Paredes x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

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Warnings: pure fluff, no warnings needed!

A/N: in honour of irene’s birthday, i decided to write a little fic. there will be a new section in the scrubber masterlist for all the blurbs about cute moments with scrubber and the girls! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Your calendar was very significant. You marked off your birthday, upcoming matches, Christmas, but most importantly… all your big sisters’ birthdays. Each of their birthdays were marked on your calendar in pink glittery gel pen.

You were giddy the night before their birthdays, probably even more excited than they were. Tonight, it was Irene’s big day that you were looking forward to as you laid on your bed stomach-first, filling in a card you made yourself.

Birthdays were a big deal for you because it was probably the most appropriate time to tell someone just how much you loved them.

Your captain was a very special woman. She was your second mother, mentor, and friend, all in one. Everyone needed an Irene in their life, but unfortunately there was just one, and not-so-unfortunately, she ended up with you and your team.

Those were the words you wrote on her card before sealing it in the envelope. With a smile, you placed it on top of the neatly wrapped gift stashed in your closet… that was piled on top of what looked like a dozen more.

The morning of the 4th of July, you were up before Irene. Carefully and quietly, without hitting the walls with your tower of gifts, you walked out of your bedroom with them and placed them on the coffee table. You placed your card in front of them and scrambled to the fridge to pull out the cake you made for her.

You weren’t a professional baker, but you knew how to make simple things like a cake. Irene loved red velvet cake, so when you stacked it all together with a homemade cream cheese frosting you had worked all week on (almost) perfecting, the end product was a birthday cake. You decorated it with the help of Fridolina, using sprinkles and cake toppers she had chosen, then two big ‘3’ candles right in the middle.

You were proud of your cake, even if it wasn’t the best. You figured that it would be nice to test out your baking skills instead of buying a red velvet cake that already cost you an arm and a leg without extra decorations.

Your culinary creations didn’t stop there. Next on the menu was french toast that you dusted with powdered sugar, drizzled with maple syrup, and garnished with strawberries and blueberries. It made you feel like a proper chef, and once you finished constructing your meal, you looked at it in pride. It almost looked good enough to go in your stomach.

“Irene,” you whispered, nudging her bedroom door open as you carried her breakfast and a cup of coffee into her room, on a tray. Your grin was hardly containable.

She rolled over, looking at you through squinted eyes. Her expression brightened and her eyes widened when she realised what was happening, and she sat up while a smile flashed across her face.

“Meu nenita, moltes gràcies,” she replied, her smile widening as you placed the tray on her lap and put the coffee on her bedside table.

“After you eat, come to the living room. I have to give you something!” you chimed, skipping out of the room and leaving the woman to eat her food.

When she emerged out of her room, you were standing in front of your gift tower with your arms behind your back and a beaming smile on your face. You moved to the side, gesturing to your gifts. “Surprise! Feliz cumple, hermana!”

Irene gasped quietly, placing a hand on her chest as she looked at you in surprise. Before even paying another thought to her gifts, she pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you gently. “Nenita, you didn’t have to. How did you get all of this– no, how did you hide all of this?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you responded, “I’ll have to do it again next year. Open the card!”

You picked up the envelope and handed it to her, almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. She tore it open carefully and pulled out the card, taking a minute to read it before lowering it and looking at you with glossy eyes.

‘Dear Irene,

From the very first day I played with you in Barça, I’ve seen you as a second mother to me, away from my home. Not only do you take care of me and let me live under your roof, but you inspire me and teach me to be better than what I am capable of, on and off the pitch. I am lucky to spend my days with you; a beautiful, loving, and talented person. Being under your guidance and having you by my side during every game has made me the player I am today and I will always be grateful for having you in my life now, and hopefully forever.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermana! T'estimo per sempre.’

You were the one to initiate the hug as you wrapped your arms around her. She was quick to react and do the same, embracing you affectionately. “T’estimo, meu hermanita,” she mumbled.

Once you had pulled away, your grin hadn’t faltered one bit. “When all of the girls get here, we can have cake!”

“What do you mean, all of the girls?” Irene questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Y’know, all the girls. Alexia, Mapi, Frido, Ingrid– who else.. oh, Caro, Marta, Aitana, Lucy and Ona,” you answered, “Now go on, go get ready. The icing is going to start melting!”

[watermelonlovershigh]

i seen a trend online where the girl pretends to have a tampon stuck in her and asks her boyfriend if he's get it out. do you think you could write something like that with harry in it?

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TikTok Prank on Harry /blurb/

AN: i think that trend is very telling on what kind of partner these women have lol. love that trend but some of them i feel are staged. anyways i hope you enjoyed this and make sure to leave your feedback.

This story contains: mentions of a stuck tampon, mentions of blood, fluff, inuidos of sex at the end

{ husband!harry - softrry - no kids - current harry era }

word count: 662

You decide to do the viral tiktok trend on Harry where you tell him you got your tampon stuck and need his help removing it to see his reaction.

"Harry," you call from the bathroom, "can you come here for a second?" You'd seen this trend on TikTok where these women were pranking their boyfriends or husbands into thinking they got a tampon stuck inside of them to see if their partner would help them retrieve it or not. So of course you had to try this prank out on your husband.

A minute later the bathroom door creaks open and Harry asks, "Yeah?" once he steps fully inside. His view is of you wrapped in a towel, sitting on the closed toilet seat because you were about to take a shower. He thinks you look beautiful right now, but you'd be even more beautiful without that white fluffy towel you have wrapped around your torso.

Looking up innocently at your sweet, sweet husband, you fib, "So um, I kinda have a problem. You see, before my shower I was gonna remove my old tampon but I can't find it."

Harry looks at you with a confused expression. "What'd you mean you can't find it?"

Dragging the lie on, you continue, "The string, Harry. I went to pull it out but the string is gone. It must have went up too far inside me or something."

Now looking concerned, Harry starts, "So...." He's still slightly confused as to what you're needing him to do about your situation.

Huffing out of fake annoyance, you finally ask, "Can you help me? Like see if you can pull it out?" You're not gonna lie, you are kind of scared to know his reaction. He could be one of the sweet and generous partners you see in those videos where he's fully up for helping. Or he could be one of those partners who is disgusted by the idea of helping with that problem.

Without second thoughts, Harry steps closer to you and says, "Oh yeah, of course. Just gonna need you to tell me how far I need to reach my fingers up there." Okay, its confirmed. You did marry the perfect man. He begins to kneel in front of you and pulls his right sleeve up because he really thinks he's needing to help fish out your bloody tampon.

"Baby, baby, baby." you repeat over and over again, looking down with love in your eyes. You've got to stop the lie before it goes too far.

"What? M'gonna help you but you're gonna need to drop the towel and spread your legs." Though it sounds dirty out of context, you know Harry meant that with pure and innocent intent.

You reach forward and place your hands on his shoulders. "Baby, I was kidding. It was a prank. I don't actually have a tampon stuck inside me. I just wanted to tell you that to see if you'd actually help me if I really did have one stuck or not."

Relief washes over Harry's features because though he'd help you in a flash, he also wasn't excited about having to pull out your lost, bloody tampon. "Well of course I would've helped, love. How else would you've gotten it out, besides a trip to the doctors. I'd do anything for you."

You lean over and press a kiss to his lips which accidently makes your towel fall off your body. Harry grabs your hips to stabilize his squatting position and once the kiss turns into something more heated, you pull away and request, "Come get in the shower with me. I'm not actually on my period either."

Without much thinking, Harry quickly stands up and starts to shed his clothes off. He's never gonna pass up the offer of showering with his wife. "My love, I would have gotten in the shower with you even if you were on your period, you know." And when he's fully naked, you stand up from the toilet seat and walk hand in hand into the walk-in shower where your heated kisses continue and much, much more begins.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 4.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine) and Dec.3 (Lights Out)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,960

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A/N: I'm such a sucker for softdom!Dean. Hmmm I have a feeling that tomorrow's gonna be something more spicy. So stay tuned my little vixens 🦊 EDIT: Had to edit a few sentences cuz it didn't feel right to me

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4th Dec. - Tickle

Dean and you were on a research spree today. Running from one witness to the next all across town. One of the oddest was definitely the bird freak who held peacocks in his apartment. Once you sneaked off to get a glance into his bathroom, you instantly knew that this freak wasn’t holding his private cute little bird zoo but in fact his personal butcher shop. And judging by the bloody – or rather – feathery mess, it looked like he had just mauled one. Well, turns out he was the ghoul you were after. A few moments later you two were already bashing the guys head in, probably scared the life out of the remaining cocks in the process and ultimately Dean chopped the bastards head off with the swing of his axe – just to be sure.

Monster dead, peacocks released into the wild, job done.

Fast forward and you two are stumbling into your shared bedroom at the bunker, both dishevelled and with some blood splattered across those fake FBI suits of yours. Neither of you could care any less right now, though. You let out an exhausted sigh while you start to unbutton your shirt, your back turned to Dean. Big mistake. Before you can react, you find yourself in the air, your feet kicking in surprise with a short high pitched scream which gets cut off as you get tossed onto the bed. It takes you a moment to roll over onto your back, your eyes instantly locking with Dean’s. “Well, well… is someone in the mood?” You comment with a tired chuckle. Dean’s green eyes flash at you mischievously while he carries that iconic smirk of his. His eyes never leave yours as he tugs at his tie, smoothly pulling it off his collar before he moves onto the bed, straddling you. “Guilty as charged,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head with one hand, swiftly wrapping his tie over them with the other, securing your wrists together.

You don’t fight him, but instead let out a low hum and instinctively tilt your head back, your eyes drinking in the sight of him straddling you while in that good looking uniform, “Goddamn, you know I love it when you wear that suit.” Dean chuckles lowly as he finishes securing your wrists together, tying the knot tightly. He then leans down to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue swirling around yours with a soft groan against your mouth. But after a moment he pulls back again, leaving you breathless and craving for more. “I know,” he finally replies in a low, gravelly voice. His hands run down your side, his fingers tracing the curves of your body beneath the fabric of your suit. “Now, let’s see how much you love it up close and personal.” Before you get to reply, your lips part for a soft gasp at the way his mouth trails down your neck, nipping slightly at your collarbone. His hands follow suite to unbutton your blazer and shirt, his fingertips slowly trailing down your exposed skin. A shiver runs through your body, and you can’t keep yourself from subtly grinding your hips against his growing erection. You were tired, yes, but also horny. “Tired and horny” as you two would always call it. Unfortunately for you, Dean has different plans for tonight than a quick round.

Dean’s mouth twitches into a smirk against your skin as he feels your movement and the friction against his boner only fuels his own eagerness. But he holds himself back, his mind set on something different tonight. After the intense and unusual sex session you had yesterday, he had thought of a way to pay you back with his own little game. “Now, be a good girl and stay still for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his voice laced with authority. This just sends another shiver down your spine all the way to your core. Your thighs twitch and your wrists tug against the tie in anticipation while you whimper with silent, pouty lips. But it’s no use – Dean knows all your tricks and he won’t fall for them. He ignores your pleading look by moving a hand to your hips, pressing down to keep you from moving against him with a low chiding “ah-ah-ah.”

A frustrated, soft whine slips your lips at that. You can feel the heat pool between your legs, your need for friction urging you to shift and squirm, to touch him, to feel him. But Dean won’t have any of it. With a little warning smack to your thigh, you freeze in your desperate attempt to defy him and your eyes snap up at him. “Patience, my little sunshine,” he warns, and to make his point, he presses your hip further into the mattress, holding you steady while he repositions himself on top of you. Shifting further back to straddle your thighs now, he continues with his voice dropped to a lower and authoritative tone, “Close your eyes for me.”

You have to stifle a frustrated huff, fighting the urge to just try and break free from the tie around your wrists – you are a hunter after all, and the times you had already ended up with tied up wrists and ankles would make any bondage enthusiast envious - but, knowing that the only way to get somewhere with Dean is by playing by his rules, you decide to submit to him and do as he demands. As always. Damn he really knows how to keep you at his mercy.

Once your eyes are closed, Dean’s smirk shifts first into a satisfied smile before it turns to a mischievous grin. Your heart’s racing and you feel your core tingling in anticipation. Then you suddenly feel him fumble with your shirt and blouse, his hands gently tugging at the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. As the clothings pool around your tied up wrists, he quickly continues to tie them in place against the headboard, leaving your arms stretched above your head, unable to move them. Your breath hitches briefly when you realize that he just tied your arms down and once again you feel a shudder go through your body, the anticipation almost killing you.

You then feel him shift on top of you, his twitching boner grazing your core for a moment before he moves down your body. His hands roam over your hips and thighs as he unbuttons your pants and slowly slips them off along with your panties. Goosebumps flash across your body as you feel the cold air hit your skin – but also because you can practically feel Dean’s eyes on you. Drinking in the sight of you completely naked and tied down and at his complete mercy. After a moment of silence, you can hear him get up and walk to the foot of the bed and you instantly tense up from anticipation, your eyes still shut tightly. You try to listen to his every breath, just like you did last night in the dark, trying to guess his next move – but then your breath catches in your throat. You feel a hand on each of your ankles as they gently get pulled apart, opening you up nicely while he pulls them close to the bedframe where he ties them up as well. You swallow thickly, your thighs slightly trembling from the new level of vulnerability. Goddamn you were at his complete mercy now. And it is enough to turn you into a pathetic version of soft whimpering, shaky breaths and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip since there is literally nothing else you can do any more.

Dean takes a step back to eye his finished work with a low, pleased hum. Let’s begin the teasing.

You hear him rummage around his duffel bag until the noise suddenly stops and his steps come closer again until you can feel his presence right beside the bed. You swallow thickly, the tension driving your pulse up and making your muscles twitch involuntarily. “What are you doing…?” you dare to ask in a shy murmur when you cannot take it any more.

“Just a little repayment for last night.” He says in a nonchalant tone, but you can hear that there’s more to it and that only serves to raise your frustration even more. Dean leans close in when you feel his warm breath on your cheeks and you can sense him being only inches from your face when he continues in a voice of mischief, “Just a little something to explore your senses a bit… and maybe test your patience.”

On the last word, you suddenly feel a tickle on your arm, soft and yet prickling. The sensation traces along your inner arm – you twitch from it but your tied wrists above your head keep you from escaping it. Slowly and lightly it dances across your skin in a maddening pattern, barely touching you. And the moment a giggle slips your lips, it clicks in your head. “Don’t tell me you actually snitched a peacock’s feather?”

Dean’s lips twitch into a devilish grin at your observation, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Sly bastard” you think to yourself as you listen to his reply, imagining the wicked expression he must have right now.

“Now,” he starts in a more commanding voice which makes you draw in a sharp breath from anticipation, “You’ll keep your eyes closed. You are not allowed to move or to talk. And no giggling, no whimpers or whines – in fact, no nothin’. Understood?” You nod, knowing that you’re at his mercy now, for however long he wants. For the following twenty minutes, Dean continues his torturous game. He runs the feather along your curves, from your toes, across your ankle, over your shin, across the knee with a little flick of his wrist just to continue in a tantalizing pace along your inner thigh, inching further and further up until the tip of the feather hovers over your clit. He stills in his movement, watching how you desperately try to control your body, holding back your needy sounds. He enjoys watching how you shiver from the teasingly light friction, always craving more but not being able to move and touch yourself. He brushes the tip of the feather over your clit, which earns him a stifled moan from you. He maps out your entire body with the feather, the sensation driving you mad. Your ankles and wrists tugging and pulling against the bedframe as he keeps up the relentless teasing, strictly ignoring how you’re basically dripping and the sheets are soaking from your juice. And even ignoring your glistening and spread open pussy which twitches for more friction and some form of release. After what feels an eternity, you finally feel him place the feather aside. Next thing that echoes through the bedroom is the buckle of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. You have to bite back a desperate groan when you feel him crawl onto the bed and the tip of his hardened cock brush against your swollen clit. A warm breath suddenly wafts against your face and your own breath hitches as you feel his lips hover over yours. You let out a guttural moan when his cock slips into you and he whispers against your mouth, his voice husky and full of pride and barely contained need, “You did so well, sweetheart. 'M gonna make you feel so good now... and I wanna hear every single sweet little noise from you while I fuck you until you’re a trembling mess beneath me. Got it?” Before he can even finish his sentence, you nod eagerly with a pathetic whimper, your lips already forming the word 'please', only to be met halfway with a passionate kiss of his.

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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[jerseyshoresy]

Something where someone (your pick from shoresy or LK) ask to meet up by text but you say you have a man in your bed, they're confused af but turns out you rescued a cat?

STOOOOPPP IM OBSESSED WITH THIS LMAO!!! Thank you so much for sending this request in, it's so perfect and I had tons of fun writing it! I decided to do little blurbs with everyone I've written for in both the LK and Shoresy universe so I hope you enjoy <3

Fatal AttraC(A)Tion

Fluff

Shoresy, Wayne, Daryl, Coach x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, suggestive language

Shoresy:

"I know I'm like, always confused, but I am extra confused right now."

Shoresy had just finished hockey practice when he texted you, asking if he could come to your place to hang out for the rest of the night. He certainly wasn't expecting your response of: "Please don't come over !! I have a man in my bed rn!!"

"Oh, that's no good, mah boy! You best get yourself o'er there and send the unlucky bastard scramblin' out tha door!"

"You're right, Hitch, you have a point. I'm not letting another man come between me and my partner and I mean that in both entendres."

"Settle down," said Goody, taking a sip of water.

Shoresy was quick to leave the barn and head to your place, nervous to see who he was going to find lying next to you. As he entered the bedroom door, he pushed up his sleeves, getting ready for a fist fight. To his surprise, there was no human man to be seen anywhere. Instead, he was greeted with you and an unfamiliar orange cat lying on his side of the bed.

"Look baby, Shoresy's home! My favorite two men in this whole world," you cooed, the cat purring as it cuddled up to you. Shoresy relaxed, happy you were just messing around with him, and looking forward to cuddling two very cute creatures all night.

Wayne:

You felt bad joking like this to Wayne, knowing he had been cheated on in the past, but you couldn’t help yourself as you sent the text message: “can’t meet rn. me and my other man are in bed.”

When Wayne received said text message, he sped over to your place in a flash, his stoic expression turning the slightest bit more sour than usual. After he slammed his truck door closed, he rolled up his sleeves, readying himself for a brawl. However, when he entered your bedroom, he just stood there very confused.

“Here’s the man I was talking about.” You held up a black cat with white paws. “I just rescued him! Isn’t he cute?”

Wayne stood in silence for a few moments before speaking. “Okay, y/n. Y/n, okay. That is a very cute cat.”

He took several big strides and abducted the cat from you, cuddling it close to his chest.

“You can have him back after I get an apology for making me worry.” He scratched the cat under its chin, making it purr. “And after I get an apology for not adopting two of these.”

Daryl:

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

Daryl was at MoDean’s trying to decipher the text you had just sent him. It was a picture of you lying in bed with a mass of blonde hair on your chest, captioned “don’t come over, my man and I are having alone time.”

“I knows y/n, we all do, and that doesn’t seem like their types of behaviors,” said Squirrely Dan.

Katy then spoke up, “But it is weird. I think you should go check it out. Let us know if you need backup.”

Daryl agreed and drove his van over to your house in a hurry, confused as ever. He walked into your bedroom, fully expecting to see you with another man, but what he actually saw couldn’t have been further from what he assumed.

“I got us a cat!” you exclaimed, holding up the cream colored cat. “Isn’t he just adorable?”

“You really threw me for a loop with that text,” Daryl said, frowning, but perking up when the cat ran over to his leg and started nuzzling him. “He is really cute though. This is the only other man I’d ever want in my bed.”

“Me too, Daryl, don’t worry,” you said, pulling him in for a kiss.

Coach:

“I’m kinda busy rn, me and my man are lying in bed.”

“What the fuck are they talking about?!”

Coach was ready to crush his phone in anger. What did you mean, your man? HE was your man, your only man! He furiously typed back a response, telling you he’d be over at your place in no time, and he spent the whole trip muttering to himself about how he was going to kick that guy’s ass for laying next to his partner. He practically busted your door down, huffing and puffing as he stared you down. You were completely unbothered by Coach’s abrasive entrance, even laughing about it, as you lounged with a cat running in circles on your bed.

“Coach! Glad to see you made it to meet our newest roommate.”

“Don’t scare me like that, y/n, I was seriously pissed off!” He was pointing an accusatory finger at you until the cat pounced on it, clawing lightly at his skin. Coach immediately broke into a smile, cooing and giving the cat scratches on its ears. It looked like your two favorite men got along swimmingly!

[shawnxstyles]

Can you do a police officer harry blurb?? Or do you have any recommendations from someone else?

twenty miles over

warnings: smut; f-receiving (spanking, hair-pulling, degradation, name-calling), slight size kink, exhibitism, protected-sex, dirty talk, and language.

note: i wrote this really quickly because i’m excited to start writing again!! i need to write more for peter and i will i promise. here’s policerry!!

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“since you like going fast, better make this fuckin’ quick.”

your skirt was flipped up over your waist, flashing the man behind you. he had your bum sticking out of the back seat, so the wind chillingly breezed over your slowly heating skin. there was nothing that could have prepared you for the position you are currently in. literally.

“i’m-i’m sorry!” you whined as he struck your ass again with his rough, open palm. “i’m-i’m good, i promise!”

“are you? ‘cause good girls don’t go over the speed limit,” he snarled, spanking you particular hard. you had been maybe ten miles (more like twenty) over the posted limit, but you felt as if it was excusable. after finding your shitbag of a boyfriend cheating on you, you thought maybe speeding out of there was a good excuse. you had been meaning to break up with him for a while, and clearly, he was, too. you weren’t as hurt by it as you were angry, but you also didn’t have much time to think about it with this authoritative man’s hands on you. you jolted forward, bum aching and burning from his wrath. however, you can’t help but arch into his touch every time he reels away. “gettin’ off on your punishment. only sluts like to be spanked on the highway.”

he massages your rear’s skin before swatting you a few more times. the sting is as painful as it is pleasurable. you’re soaking in your underwear, so much that it’s probably dripping down your leg and onto his backseat. to the cars driving by, it just looked like an officer was standing by an open door. innocent and simple. no, this was anything but.

harry’s hand suddenly tucks in between your legs, swiping that leaking wetness with his finger. you gasp when he brushes past your cunt, throbbing in desperation. you always thought a man in his uniform was good-looking, but harry was different. he was rough and mean and stern, but had a particular sharpness and authority to him that made you practically drop down on your knees for him.

you actually haven’t got to do that yet…

“such a fuckin’ slut. you’re soaking. i should write you a ticket just for how much you’re fuckin’ leaking. makin’ a mess of m’seats.”

you merely moaned from his words, feeling your cunt clench around nothing beside the wetness he’s berating you about. he grips your hips, yanking you forward to his front. you gasp as you feel his prominent bulge poking your stinging ass. he may have had his thick trousers on and a hefty belt of tools, but you could feel how big he was. you’re drooling just thinking about having him in your mouth.

“please, sir. i’ll be so good for you,” you pleaded, arching right into him. when you first begged him that you would do anything to get out of the ticket, it came off as innocent. but now, with his raging erection teasing you through his pants, you’re glad innocence is off the table. you’re only up for sin.

the clinking of his belt speeds up your heart rate, just like the way you were racing through lanes trying to get home. you were far from wanting to go home now. you hoped harry kept you here as long as he pleased, having his way with you until the sun set.

“can’t believe that boyfriend of yours is missing out on this. what would he say if he saw you right now?” when you peek behind you, harry doesn’t even have his pants pulled down fully. but his cock is in his hand as he strokes himself a few times, the rutty tip trickling wetness. his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, eyes stricting on your ass and back on all fours. he loves this position, especially for one-timers because he didn’t have to see their face. and the view from the back was always enough to get him off. “i don’t hear you.”

“h-he would probably freak out ‘cause you’re so much hotter than he is,” that earns you a rough chuckle from behind you along with tearing foil. harry latches onto your hips when the condom is on and rubs against your leaking slit.

“i am hotter, aren’t i? and much bigger, i bet. his wimpy dick could not take you like this,” harry shoves his cock right into you, without warning but with ease. you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, so it’s never slid in so effortless before. harry doesn’t let you breathe before thrusting in and out of you again, relentless energy radiating from him. “tell me. tell me how much better i am.”

“y-you’re so good. so, so much better than him.” moans were spilling from your mouth like a broken record, over and over until you were drowning out your own voice. harry probably thought you were insanely loud, whiney, and annoying, but you couldn’t care less. he was getting his dick wet and you were getting out of a ticket. that’s simply all this was.

but it didn’t feel all that simple.

the way his cock stretched you open was complicated. your walls were exceeding their limits and it made you cry out, but only in pleasure. his rough hand creeps up into your hair and yanks it, pulling your neck to arch your back. his thrusts never halted, even when that hand fell down to your neck and choked you a bit. your body disregarded the chilly air because it was on fire with an arousal you’ve never experienced before.

“so fuckin’ tight. did he ever even fuck you? no wonder you were so quick to get out of there,” harry nearly pulls fully out just to slam back into you again. you thought you were a moaning and whimpering mess before, but now, you were screaming chants of his title. you may not have known his name, but officer and sir were the perfect fit for him anyway. “this pussy…is the sluttiest i’ve ever fucked.”

maybe in modern times his words elevated sexism and disrespected womankind. maybe his words and actions were prime contradictions to his badge on his left pec. but your mind and body craved it. you felt your cunt clench snuggly around his twitching cock before your brain could even process what it meant.

harry roughly pounds into you without worrying who might see or the possible consequences after, which makes you feel impulsive. you’ve never felt impulsive before, but you weren’t worrying about the future and that made you appreciate this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

“please don’t stop,” a wavering beg elicited out of you as your high approached you. his calloused hand trailed down your back and wrapped around your waist until it found your throbbing clit. he made your head dizzier than it already was, never missing a beat.

“fuckin’ come. come right now and prove to me that i shouldn’t give you a fuckin’ ticket. drench my cock the way you couldn’t with him.”

you don’t know if it was because he was authority, but you had no problem obeying officer styles in your car or his.

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kisses xx

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It's August rn - month of shooting stars so I was thinking maybe you could write something with the idea of stargazing together with Carm or Luca or Marcus?

It's just a blank idea, I love your work, so it's up to you how far you'll go (fluff, etc.)

Much love ❤️.

my dearest, @myworldrightnow! thank you for requesting this. i had so much fun writing for marcus for the very first time. please enjoy this blurb, based off of muna's "shooting star":

You, My Shooting Star (marcus brooks x reader)

“when I see a shooting star, I stay out of its path”

You were wild. 

Hurricane. Firecracker. Dynamite, they called you. 

The first one with a wild idea. The last one to shut down the party.

But you feel the wildest right here, by his side, wondering how you got lucky enough to get him alone. 

It had started with a house party, and maybe a few too many vodka sodas before you realized you should probably step out for some air. He followed you, just wanted to make sure you were alright.

“Yeah, just need a little air. I’ll take a car home, don’t worry,” you’d answered, in the empty bedroom you’d made your temporary home. “C’mon. Do you trust me?” you’d asked him, before climbing out onto the fire escape. 

He’d joined you, against his better judgment, but now, as the two sip on waters he brought out for you, watching flashes of light race across the night sky, he’s glad he said, ‘yes.’ 

“Did you know that August is the month of shooting stars?” he asks, turning his head to steal a glance your way. 

“No, I didn’t,” you answer softly, taking another drink of your water, your eyes fixed to the beams of light. 

They’re wild, explosive, unpredictable, and you can’t help but feel excited by them, unsure of when, and if, the next one will come. 

“This one uh… think it’s called The Perseid – the meteor shower this year,” he continues, as you watch him dreamily search the sky for one more brilliant flash of light. 

“Didn’t know you were such an astronomy buff,” you shoot back, teasingly, though you think this has only buried you deeper into your infatuation with the pastry chef. 

“My mom and I used to watch ‘em together. When I was a kid. We’d go out to whatever football field my recreational league used to practice on with a blanket and see if we could catch the show,” Marcus explains, recalling his fond childhood memories. “I always looked forward to it… because she’d bring like… you know fruit by the foot or somethin’ like that.”

You nod along as you listen, having grown so fond of Marcus’ stories. You like this, when he shares with you, especially because you know he doesn’t always have someone to tell. 

And you like being the person who gets to listen to him.

It’s now or never, you think to yourself. 

“Marcus?” you ask him, something bold in your movement as you turn your body just enough to look at him with glossy eyes. 

Tomorrow, you’ll chalk it up to liquid courage if this goes absolutely sideways. 

“What’s up?” he asks you, suddenly shy with the way you’re looking at him. 

“I-,” you begin, opening your mouth to say something, as if you just expect the words to flow, and when they don’t, you try again. “The other night. After work. I… asked you to go for a drink. And you said ‘no’.” 

Marcus sighs, leaning back as he rests his weight on the palms of his hands. 

“Yeah.” 

“Why?”

He pauses, waits, searches for a good enough explanation, only to discover that he doesn’t have one. 

“I kind of thought… well, I thought that you were into Carmy,” he admits on an exhale. 

Because he’s seen you flirt with him before. Because why wouldn’t you be? Because he can only imagine that someone as magnetic as you – it’s why you’re such an excellent bartender – could have anyone. Because he’s seen the way that you have patrons of The Bear in the palm of your hands in the blink of an eye.

“and that's what you are, you're so bright, you burn my eyes, and you move too fast”

“What?” you ask him, unable to hide your surprise, or the laugh that comes out of your mouth. 

“No I-. I flirt with Carmy… because the guy looks like he needs to take a breath. But um. No.” The smallest smile threatens the corners of your lips as you continue with, “No uh… I sort of… have a crush. On someone else.” 

“Oh yeah?” he asks you, playfully. 

“Yeah,” you answer, sharing a knowing look with Marcus.

“He’s a fantastic pastry chef. You should meet him sometime,” you tease with a shrug. 

“You play too much,” Marcus laughs, with a playful eye roll. 

The shared laugh between the two of you subsides, and all that’s left is a thick kind of tension that hangs in the air. It’s a lean forward. Eyes flickering from lips as if asking for permission. A shift closer to one another. 

“Look,” Marcus says, as another brilliant beam of light flashes across the sky. 

Turning your attention to the tail end of the shooting star for just a moment, your eyes are back on Marcus, and… whatever this thing is between the two of you. 

“Make a wish,” he murmurs, his lips so close to yours, as if he might not get another chance at this. 

“Yeah,” you whisper back. 

But you don’t need to make a wish. You take a breath, as if trying to collect all of the courage you think you can muster, before deciding to make your own move, crashing your lips into his instead. 

“you, my shooting star”

[jmvore]

jimin blurb(s) #1

warning(s) » nothing, really just Jimin being sassy to an intern. a/n » I'm going to start doing little blurbs for my stories. I think it would be a nice and fun way to get a feel of my character(s) and how they act or just ideas I had that I know I am not going to write.

I had this idea of Jimin just being so damn needy. It doesn’t matter where he and Darling are. His desire is for you.

It is not always sexual in nature. 

Some days, he simply wants to cuddle and be coddled. He visits you at the office? Well, be prepared for him to be in your lap and wanting to make out. You have work to be done? That’s okay, he’ll be good. He’ll stay quiet… until he can’t. Oh, you have a meeting? That’s okay. Everyone at the office knows who Jimin is and knows he doesn’t care about your business but is simply there to be with you. They have to endure the public display of PDA the two of you give. Some complain (it’s mostly Yuna because she’s always complaining about something), and others find it cute or amusing. Jealousy seems to run rampant, and well, one intern thought he could swoop in and take Jimin from you… little did he know, Jimin doesn’t take lightly to people like that. Remember, the man decided to test his luck and ask him out. One bombastic side eye and a roll of his eyes was all it took for the intern to know he messed up.

“Wow, you’ve changed a lot since I last saw you two minutes ago, darling.” He puts an emphasis on your nickname as his hand goes to his hip.

“What?”

“And, you’re not cute anymore. Oh my god, what happened to you?” Jimin frowns, glancing back at you to see you looking at him with a smirk before nodding. Sensing the intern's confusion, Jimin doubles down on the sass. He steps forward, and his voice drops a few octaves. “Listen. I don’t know who you think you are, but you probably shouldn’t ask out your boss’s boyfriend.”

As you signal Jimin, he flashes you a bright smile and gracefully walks towards you.

“And the answer is no. It’ll always be no. That’s embarrassing for you, sweetie.”

You confidently pat Jimin on the backside once he's closer before wrapping your arm around his waist. He giggles all the way back to your office.

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[aimfor-theheart]

25. tentative kisses in the dark with nico? if you're still taking requests/are comfortable with it, sorry if it's not!!

absolutely still taking requests and comfortable with it anon!! i am seeing 25 as a different prompt than ‘tentative kisses in the dark’! which i believe is 44!

i’ve done 44, so i’m gonna go ahead and do 25!

hope you enjoy some more nico!! putting beneath a readmore bc i feel like the post got a lil long!

25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

The downpour starts suddenly and with a vengeance, right after thunder had rumbled its way across the sky. It slants with its intensity, so heavy that it almost stings your skin a little.

You started running the moment the rain began.

Nicholas is on your heels, just off your skirts.

You’re running hard for shelter when he suddenly snags you, jerks you towards a sharp left turn. You yelp—both in surprise, in a little bit of pain from being pulled so quickly.

But then you’re being hustled into a speakeasy, instead of the motel you’d been staying at just a little further away.

You’re panting, soaked to the bone as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit front room. A faint sound of an out of tune piano, the smell of cigarettes—the rain outside.

You look up at Nicholas in the dark, his own chest rising and falling from the run.

He’s soaked, too, dark hair plastered to his forehead, the nape of his neck. His shirt is clinging to his broad chest.

You divert your gaze to your own clothes, your blouse tight to your body, a little see through now that it’s rained.

You frown and before you can even cross your arms over your chest, Nicholas is dropping his blazer over your shoulders.

You look up at him, slipping your arms into it eagerly, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, and after you have it on, he leans forward, hand dipping into the blazer’s pocket.

You can feel it against your side.

His nose could almost brush yours.

He smells like oud and coffee—tobacco. Maybe it’s his blazer. Maybe it’s how near he is.

Your lashes flutter.

He pulls out his case of cigarettes from the blazers pocket—the cardboard is a little damp, too.

But you lean up onto your toes to close the distance suddenly, pressing your lips, still wet from the rain, against his.

He makes a little noise of surprise and you’re about to pull away—apologize, maybe, for the sudden kiss—when he gets a broad hand around your waist.

He pulls you in deeper. He tastes like the rain. Lightning flashes behind your closed eyes.

You throw your arm around his neck, press yourself as close as you can get. He takes your weight, groaning a little against your lips.

The door to the speakeasy opens and you both jolt away. Heat rushes to your face. Nicholas clears his throat as he pulls you out of the way of the new patron. You wrap his blazer tighter around you.

When the newcomer passes, Nicholas looks down at you, “what was that for?”

You fluster, heat darkening inside of you, but manage to get out, “Consider it a thank you.”

He smiles, crooked, a little wolfish.

You step away from him to walk deeper into the speakeasy, up towards the bar. You can feel his eyes pressing into you.

He’s on your heels, just off your skirts.

“Didn’t know I’d get such a sweet little thank you…”

“Don’t push it.”

His hand comes down to the small of your back, “what kinda thanks do I get if I buy you a drink?”

You elbow him in the ribs.

But he barks out a laugh and you bite back your own smile.

And both your lips are rosy—a little kiss stung.

***

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[andvys]

We're no good alone | S.H. & E.M.

Part two of It's just us

Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! rough smut, threesome, spanking, choking, manhandling, mentions of unrequited love and heartbreak, mentions of cheating, slight angst, fluff, happy ending

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader | slight Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: As you and Steve put your rivalry aside, you grow closer and closer and take another step forward when Steve befriends the man who once broke your heart. @mysticmunson thank you for the idea with the polaroid picture!

Word count: 14k+

Author's note: I'm not too sure about this but I didn't just write 14k words for nothing so I hope you're gonna like it

Read the prequel story about Eddie x reader here -> For me it's always you (more parts coming soon)

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This has to be one of the weirdest days in your life, first you hooked up with Steve after finding out that your boyfriend had cheated on you with his girlfriend and now you are sitting at Benny’s diner, sharing fries with him and drinking vanilla milkshakes as though it’s the most normal thing for you both to do. It’s not. You hate each other’s guts, you always did. The rivalry had already started in middle school and carried on until now. 

You were disgusted by everything he said and done and yet that didn’t stop you from having sex with him. You let him take out his frustrations on you and he let you too, it was merely hate fucking, that’s all. Right?

It felt good, he made you feel good. You needed it after what you had run into a few days back. 

You never thought that Jonathan would do this to you, that he would hurt you like this but it seems like every guy that you want, doesn’t actually want you. It’s not the first time you have been hurt by men like him, he wasn’t the first. 

He may not know it but he ripped open wounds that you had gotten before him. 

Why aren’t you enough for them? 

What does she have that you don’t have? 

“Stop it.” 

“Stop what?” 

“Stop thinking those thoughts,” Steve sighs. 

“How would you know what I’m thinking about?” You snap at him, rolling your eyes. 

He chuckles, shaking his head at you, he dips his fries into the ketchup, taking his time to answer the question, he eats the fries and drinks his milkshake. 

You have to admit, he looks pretty. His hair is messy from all your tugging, his cheeks are flushed, his eyes are filled with.. peace? For someone who just got cheated on, he looks awfully relaxed and content. 

“It’s because I’m thinking them too,” he admits, “but don’t think that you aren’t enough, y/n. You are enough.”

You brows knit together, you stare at him without saying anything. 

His hazel eyes flash with something unrecognizable, he smiles a little, “anyone would be lucky to have you.” 

“You’re just saying that,” you mumble as you play with your straw, “you have to say that.”

“It’s the truth. I know you hate me but I’m not lying to you,” he shrugs, clearing his throat, he looks away from you, suddenly too shy to hold eye contact, “we might not get along but you’re not that bad, you know? You’ve been a good girlfriend to him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you being annoying or mean with him, like you’re with me,” he chuckles, eyes raking over your body, “plus, you’re like really hot and pretty and way out of his league.” 

A smirk tugs at your lips, his cheeks grow more red as he continues to look anywhere but at you. 

“Does someone have a little crush on me?” 

He rolls his eyes, “shut up, no I don’t.” 

He used to have a crush on you, actually, he was pretty sure he was frozen in place the first time he saw you. 12 year old Steve was pretty sure that he was in love with the pretty girl that just moved to Hawkins after her parents decided to come back from the big city. He liked you but he sure had a funny way of showing it, instead of befriending you like he should have, he pulled at your pigtails and shoved you around. 

You giggle as he glares at you. Leaning back in your seat, you look him up and down, “you’re not too bad either but I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” 

He scrunches his face up in confusion, furrowing his brows, “we literally just fucked at the party and then you made me stop the car because you wanted to suck my dick.” 

“That was in the past,” you say, blushing. 

“That was 20 minutes ago, you let me cum inside you.”

“Well you bend me over the car.”

“Because you asked me to!” 

“I like your dick, it’s really big.” 

A sharp gasp makes you tear your eyes away from his, looking up, you find a middle aged lady looking at the two of you in disgust. The cross necklace around her neck clutched in her hand, she looks at you in disgust, frowning as she looks between you both. 

“Sinners!” She sputters before she continues walking, glancing at you one more time with a horrified expression on her face. 

You and Steve look back at each other, only being able to contain the laughter for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. His hazel eyes are filled with amusement, he puts his hand on his stomach as he leans back, “did you see her face?” 

You nod, still laughing at the older lady.

“I think she’s gonna go pray for us now,” you giggle. 

“It’s no use, we’re already sinners,” Steve snorts. 

The ring above the door sounds through the diner, you look behind Steve’s shoulder almost instantly. Your smile falls when your eyes lock with those brown eyes. For a moment he stares at you, not moving, he just stands there and looks at you. 

Steve straightens up, face growing serious when he sees the annoyance in your eyes and lingering sadness, your brows are furrowed and you glare at whoever it is that you’re looking at. As he turns around he expects it to be Jonathan but instead it’s Eddie Munson who is receiving the death stare from you. 

Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise. Now that he knows that you have hooked up with Eddie in the past, he can’t help but wonder what else has happened. Clearly, it wasn’t just casual hookups the way you described it earlier to him, you giggled and mentioned it as though it was nothing meaningful but that was obviously a lie. 

Eddie is staring at you with his big puppy dog eyes, while you stare at him with the look that only he ever received in the past. 

He tears his eyes away from you and they flash with confusion when he looks at him. Steve can imagine what kinds of questions are running through his mind right now, ‘why is she here with him?’, ‘where are Jonathan and Nancy?’, ‘why are they here together?’ 

It’s no secret to others that you and Steve don’t get along, the whole school knows about your rivalry. 

He looks at you one more time before he finally turns away and walks towards the counter. 

Steve turns back to you with a curious look on his face, your arms are crossed, your jaw is clenched and you look out the window, blinking. 

“Are you… okay?” Steve asks almost skeptically. 

“Don’t act like you care, Harrington,” you snap at him again, giving him the usual bratty attitude. 

He sighs, rolling his eyes. 

“Can you drive me home?” 

“No.” 

Your lips part, glaring at him, you scoff, “what do you mean no?” 

Steve smirks, “say please and I’ll drive you home.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yes.” 

You huff angrily, rolling your eyes. It amuses him. 

“I can walk home,” you shrug. Getting up, you reach for your purse and smooth down your skirt. 

“You think I’ll let you walk home?”

“Well, you said you won’t drive me home,” you counter. 

“Just be nicer, jeez.” 

“I’m not nice.” 

He gets up as well and looks at you as he reaches for his wallet, throwing some money on the table, “did anyone ever tell you that you’re a brat?”

You feel his eyes on you and it’s making your skin crawl. You step closer to Steve, batting your eyelashes at him, “can you please drive me home, Steve?” You ask as you reach for his hand. 

His lips curl into a smirk, he knows exactly why you are doing this. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

He places his hand on the small of your back and looks down at you as he leads you out of the diner, you are not looking at him but he is looking at you, with both a frown on his face and confusion. He doesn’t even notice that Steve is looking, he only pays attention to you. 

You let out a loud sigh when you step out of the diner, breathing in the fresh air. Neither of you speak up, at least not until you’re back in his car. 

“So.. what happened with you and Munson?” Steve asks, watching the way you tense up, “I thought it was just casual hookups.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Eddie Munson was just another boy who broke your heart. Jonathan was the one who put it back together, only to hurt it was well. 

You moved on from it, at least you thought you did. Jonathan’s and Nancy’s betrayal wasn’t the only painful memories on your mind the past few days, they also brought you back to him. 

Steve tilts his head as he watches you, he will find out what happened. 

“So what now?” 

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, getting more comfortable in his seat, he puts his hand on the steering wheel, running his hand through his hair, he looks at his own expression in the rearview mirror before turning to you. 

“You do know that we’re gonna be the laughing stock of the school, right?” 

You shrug, furrowing your brows you stare at him like you don’t understand the problem. You don’t care about it, you don’t care that people will laugh at you, that they will make fun of you. That is something Steve always admired about you, you just don’t give a damn about other people, you do and say whatever you want, not caring about what others will think or say. 

“I don’t want that.” 

You snort, “why would they laugh at you?” 

Steve sighs again, eyes flashing with confusion, he brings his hand up to his face, cupping his cheek, “we dated two outcasts, two…–”

“Losers? We dated two losers?” You mumble, nodding, “yes we did, they are fucking losers for what they did.” 

“Exactly! We got fucked over by losers, y/n!” 

“Oh my god, Harrington, do you seriously care about what people will have to say about it? Do you think that I give a fuck? They can laugh and talk shit, I don’t care. I literally just lost my boyfriend and my best friend!” You say angrily, throwing your hands up as frustrated tears well up in your eyes, “my best friend, Steve! She was with me since we were little! I don’t even care about what he did, I’ll move on from that but her? She was supposed to be my friend.” 

His eyes flash with guilt but also with sympathy. He lost her too, a girl he thought he would spend his life with but it must be so much harder for you. 

“Y/n..” 

“What do you want? Do you want to hurt them? Do you want us to be together so you can get back at them?” You ask, “trust me they won’t fucking care, obviously they’re like in love or something.”

You wipe your tears angrily and slump back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest, you look out the window, only now noticing the van parked next to you. 

“Can you just drive?”

“Yeah.. sure,” he mumbles, finally starting the car. “You think they’re in love?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, rubbing your forehead, “I’m not blind, Steve. I could see the way they looked at each other, I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it.” 

Steve swallows harshly, eyes flashing with sadness, “oh..” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

He thinks about it, is he hurt by it? A little. Is he heartbroken? Not really. He doesn’t understand it, when he first caught them, he threw up and felt like crying his eyes out but now after what happened with you, he suddenly feels… okay.

The car is filled with silence aside from the music on the radio. Too many things are running through your mind as you drive through the empty streets of Hawkins but you try to focus on something else, you try to focus on the fact that you are here with Steve. 

Things should feel awkward between you, especially after what happened at the party and here in his car but it doesn’t, if anything it feels natural, surprisingly. Not that you would ever admit that to yourself. 

Kissing him, touching him, having sex with him felt nice. Even sharing fries and spending time with him felt nice, it makes you wonder why you ever hated him in the first place, why he hated you. 

You look over at him, staring at his side profile. His chiseled jaw, the light stubble on his skin, his stupid perfect hair. Your eyes trail down to his shoulder, his arm and his hand, his veiny hands. 

You lick your lips, Steve is handsome, pretty and sexy. You had never seen his beauty before, not until tonight. Suddenly you feel yourself wanting him more. Not wanting this to be a one time thing. 

Nancy is an idiot. 

“Steve?” 

“Yes?” 

“We should be friends.” 

His eyes widen, he blinks a few times, lips parting and closing again. 

“F-Friends?” 

“Mhmm.” 

He parks his car in your driveway, staring at your house for a moment, he takes a deep breath and turns to you, “friends?” He asks, pointing his finger between you and him, “you want us to be friends?” 

“You literally wanted to fake a relationship–”

“Who said anything about fake?” 

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes, “you and I? We would never work.” 

“Why not?” He shrugs. 

“Uh– maybe because you hate me and I hate you?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he scoffs, “I just hate that little attitude of yours, you need to be put in your place.” 

A laugh falls from your lips, “yeah well, you’re not exactly brat tamer material, Steve.” 

He smirks, eyes twinkling, “oh so you admit that you’re a brat?” 

“No..” 

He chuckles at the frown on your face, leaning closer to you, he puts his fingers under your chin, “you know what? I can be your friend but please tell me that we can do all this again.” 

You bite your lip and look deeply into his eyes, “please.” 

His eyes light up, he brings you closer, looking down at your lips. His nose bumps against yours as he smashes his lips against yours. You respond to the kiss with desperation, throwing your arms around his neck, you bury your hand in his hair. 

He moans into the kiss, a sound that is enough to make you shiver again. 

“Do you wanna come inside?” You murmur against his lips, pecking them again. 

“What about your parents?” Steve asks as he continues to steal kisses from you. 

“We’ll have to be quiet,” you breathe. 

“Can you be quiet?” He smirks as he kisses your cheek, “wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to catch their good little girl getting ruined by Steve Harrington.” 

“Shut up, can you be quiet?” 

“Let’s find out.” 

-

Your weekends usually consist of movie nights with Jonathan, Nancy and Steve. Getting food at Benny’s diner, sleepovers with your best friend or a shopping trip to Starcourt mall. 

You expected tears of sadness and anger for this weekend but instead you got something else. 

After spending the night at your place, he took you back to his house the next day. His parents weren’t home, you got the house to yourselves. 

You took your frustrations out on one another, he fucked you on every surface of his house, making you forget about anything that ever hurt you. He marked you up, he kissed every inch of your body, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your chest, you gave him some in return, you worshiped him, making him feel something that she could never make him feel. 

Steve fucked you like he hated you, probably because he did but you didn’t mind. You felt good and he made you forget, that’s all you wanted and needed. 

You ignored Nancy’s and Jonathan’s calls, you expected them to show up at some point but it seemed as though neither of them were brave enough to actually face you, luckily. You didn’t want to see them and Steve didn’t either. 

You stayed at his house for two days. Your usual movie night was different this time, Jonathan and Nancy weren’t there and thank god they weren’t. Making out with Steve and riding him on his big sofa was better than watching some stupid movie and cuddling up to your lying, cheating, partners. 

You even made use of the polaroid that Steve bought but never really used before. 

To say that you had fun this weekend would be an understatement. 

But of course, you still hate each other. 

When you walked down the hallways at school this morning, all eyes were on you and Steve. For the first time, you walked together, side by side. 

It was no secret that you hated each other, you were often found bickering during class, at the cafeteria during lunch and in the hallways. But there you were, walking next to him in your cheerleader uniform, hair perfectly styled and makeup looking pretty on your face, a bright smile resting on your face as you looked up at King Steve, who gave you a cocky smile as he carried your books. 

The hickeys on your neck were perfectly on display as were his. 

You almost burst out laughing when people started whispering, pointing to the two of you. It was a scandal. 

You and Steve had fun with it, especially when you caught the eyes of Nancy and Jonathan, who both stared at you in confusion before they disappeared in a classroom. 

You enjoyed the attention and so did he, you were amused by it. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what they would react like if you walked hand in hand, while stealing kisses from each other. 

Maybe someday..

-

He should be paying attention to class, he really should but his mind is occupied by you. After spending a whole weekend with you, he had a sudden change of heart. His feelings had developed into something else and it confuses him. 

He should be hurt, heartbroken and in agonizing pain. He should be crying and pining after the girl that he thought he loved so much but instead his thoughts are elsewhere. 

Maybe you fucked the pain out of him. 

He sighs, looking down at his notes, he finds the page blank, he will have to steal them from Robin again. 

He looks around, eyes falling on the man that intrigues him ever since he had learned about your little affair. He tried to find out more about your past with Eddie but you always shut down, refusing to talk about it. You seemed hurt, just hearing his name made you tense up. What happened? 

You seemed less hurt by Jonathan’s actions than by Eddie’s. What did he do? 

“You’ll be working in pairs for this assignment, you can pick your partner.” 

Steve looks around, staring at people switching seats. Then his eyes fall back on Eddie, who remains in his seat with his head down. 

Grabbing his books, he gets up and walks towards him, settling in the free seat next to him, he slams the books on the table, startling the metalhead who looks up at him in confusion. 

“W-What are you doing?” He mumbles, eying Steve with shock on his face, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, like he expects to be jumped by him. 

Steve chuckles, “we gotta work in pairs,” he shrugs. 

“I always work alone.” 

“Well, today you aren’t,” Steve says. 

Eddie continues to stare at him with raised brows, looking around, he almost expects someone from the basketball team to stare at him with smirks and anticipated looks on their faces as they wait for the King to pull some sort of prank but no one even looks at him.

“Okay,” he mumbles, turning back again.

“Relax buddy, I just wanna work with you.” 

“Why?” Eddie mumbles grumpily. 

Steve shrugs, “I just do.” 

“Yeah, you expect me to believe that?” 

Steve rolls his eyes, he can’t blame Eddie, he doesn’t have it easy at school but he never did anything to him, he can be an asshole but he is no bully. 

“Whatever, man. Let’s just work on this assignment.” 

“What’s the assignment?” Eddie asks. 

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

Eddie huffs, throwing his pencil on his notebook, “aren’t you trying to graduate this year?” 

“Aren’t you trying to graduate again?” Steve counters as he slams his notebook open, forgetting about the pictures he had slipped in there earlier. It falls on Eddie’s lap, who looks down at it, eyes widening. 

Eddie takes the picture, he stares at it in surprise. His lips part in shock. It’s a picture of someone’s boobs. It’s not a challenge to figure out who’s body this is, he had definitely seen and touched it before, he is pretty sure he has a picture of them too, somewhere. 

He can’t see a face or hair in this picture, only the neck and the chest that is littered in hickeys and bite marks, a hand on the lower stomach, fingernails painted black, a pink skirt bunched up at the waist, nipple piercings. 

It’s you. 

His stomach drops, his eyes flash with anger and jealousy, he doesn’t want it to be you. 

Steve watches him in anticipation, he might have done it on purpose, wanting to find out how the metalhead would react to it. 

Eddie pushes the picture into Steve’s hand, looking up at him, “who’s that?” 

The look on Eddie’s face is almost comical to Steve, his nostrils are flared, lips set in a frown as he stares at him with jealousy in his eyes. Shouldn’t he be used to it already? You’ve been dating Jonathan. Did he ever glare at him? Did he ever stare at him with anger and jealousy on his face? Steve wishes that he would have paid attention to Eddie before.

Steve chuckles in amusement. Putting the picture back into the notebook, he turns to one of the nerds, asking about the assignment. 

“Harrington,” Eddie hisses, “who is it?” He asks, despite knowing the answer already. Everything about the picture just tells him that it is you, from the shape of your body to the pink skirt you have worn before. 

Eddie continues bugging him throughout the whole lesson, he should be focusing on the assignment but he can’t get the picture out of his mind. 

“I thought you’d be able to recognize her,” Steve says smugly, “given that you two have fucked before.”

Eddie wants to ask and say so many things but he is shocked and confused. 

Steve is dating Nancy. 

You are dating Jonathan. 

You hate Steve Harrington, at least you always said you did, was it all just a lie? 

Eddie storms out of the classroom the moment the bell rings, he rushes out into the hallway, leaving a smug looking Steve behind. 

-

Skipping the last period seemed to be the best decision to make, it’s the one class you share with both Jonathan and Nancy, you don’t feel like seeing either of them, it’s been difficult enough to avoid them all day. 

Sitting on the ground at the library, you’re flipping through the pages of some random book about nature, you tried reading something but your mind is just too occupied by other things, you can’t focus. 

“Hey.” 

You freeze at the sound of his voice. You raise your head slowly. Eddie Munson. You can’t even remember the last time you had talked to him and you wish it would have stayed that way, you don’t want to talk to him, in fact, you would even rather talk to Jonathan and Nancy, that’s how bad it is.

“What do you want?” 

“Can we talk?”

“No?” You snort, rolling your eyes at him, you shake your head in disbelief, looking back down at the book, you flip to the next page, pretending to read. 

He sighs, “please?” 

“Fuck off, Munson,” you mumble, “you should go before someone sees you with a popular cheerleader, don’t wanna ruin your perfect reputation.” 

Eddie scoffs, huffing in annoyance. 

“You’re still pissed about that?” 

“No, I’m just saying,” you mumble as you slam the book shut and throw it to the ground before you get up, reaching for your book, you walk into the other direction, not bothering to even look at him but Eddie has different plans. He rushes after you, moving in front of you to keep you from walking away. 

All he gets is an annoyed look before you turn the other way but he is quick to push you against the bookshelf, caging you against it. 

“Are you serious? Let me go!” You whisper, trying to push him away. 

He shakes his head stubbornly, looking into your eyes intently. 

“What the fuck do you want from me, Munson?” 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

Your eyes show nothing but anger but you pretend not to be, “no, I just don’t feel like talking to you.” 

Eddie Munson broke your heart, hurting you with harsh words and pushing you away just when you had confessed your love for him. 

“You’re fucking Harrington?” He asks, completely ignoring your answer.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the look in his eyes is one of jealousy and anger. They flicker down to your neck, staring at all the hickeys on your skin, recognition flashing in his dark eyes. 

“That’s what you wanna talk to me about?” You scoff. 

You really wanna keep your cool, show him that you left him behind in the past, where he belongs. You hate him. You hate him more than you hate Jonathan who cheated on you, something that you thought would rip your heart out, surprisingly it didn’t but maybe that’s because Eddie had done it for him long before. 

What does he even want from you? He hasn’t spoken to you since the night he left you standing in the rain. He was the reason you started dating Jonathan in the first place, you found comfort in him when he had found you crying behind the school weeks after your fallout with Eddie, he comforted you, placed his jacket around your shoulders and asked if you wanted to listen to a tape he had just made. 

Jonathan was sweet, he loved music and driving around, taking you to the movies. He did what Eddie used to do, maybe that’s why you liked him so much. He filled the hole that he had left behind. 

Something about Eddie has changed, not only do you see a new tattoo peeking out of his shirt, his hair also got longer, he uses a different cologne now, he probably stopped using Wayne’s cologne or maybe Wayne changed his and Eddie is still stealing it. New pins are on his vest and he seems more mature. You know that he is still the same dork as before, still joking around with his friends like a young and careless teen, he still jumps on tables and holds speeches knowing that he will get shit for it afterwards but there is something in his eyes that had changed. A flicker of sadness and emptiness that wasn’t there before. 

You haven’t been this close to him since the last year and you hate yourself for admitting that you miss him. 

You always missed him. You used to feel awful for still thinking about him when Jonathan kissed you, when he touched you or even when he just held your hand, you always thought about him. The last weekend was the first time that you haven’t thought about him, not even a single moment. 

Jonathan couldn’t make you forget but Steve did. 

“You’re dating Byers,” he mumbles, “and you’re fucking your best friend’s boyfriend?” 

So, word hasn’t gotten around yet? You’re surprised, considering you told Heather about it, not that she’s much on gossip but she tends to have a loose mouth when she’s drunk. 

“And so what if I do?” You ask, tilting your head. You don’t miss the look in his eyes when he stares at your lips for a moment. 

“That’s not you, sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart, god you want to rip your hair out. 

“And what do you know about me?” You ask, clenching your jaw angrily. 

He grimaces at your question, stepping even closer to you, “I know everything about you.” 

“No, you don’t,” you shake your head, “now back off.” 

Eddie hesitates, what reason would he have to talk to you? What right does he have to ask you any questions? He was the one who pushed you out of his life, he was the one who rejected you, he was the one who didn’t want you. What a lie. God, you will never know how much he really wanted you, how much he still wants you.

He felt like a goddamn fool when he saw you with Jonathan Byers, knowing that he could’ve been the one by your side, if he wasn’t so scared. 

He steps away and drops his arm to his sides, eyes flashing with sadness as you quickly pull away from him. His gaze follows you.

You halt in your tracks, taking a deep breath before you whirl around to face him again. You cannot stand him and his stupid puppy eyes. He looks at you as though you were the one who hurt him. 

“To answer your question, no, I’m not with Jonathan anymore and I didn’t fuck my best friend’s boyfriend, she fucked mine. Steve caught them and the next day I caught them as well.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, he looks shocked and confused. 

“W-What?” He mumbles in disbelief, “shit, sweetheart. I’m sorry–”

“Save it, Munson,” you scoff, looking away from him as your eyes well up with angry tears. 

“Who would cheat on you..” 

What is that supposed to mean? Wasn’t he the one who made you feel like you weren’t enough for him? 

“Yeah and who would ever hurt me?” You ask as you plaster a smile on your face. The guilty look on his face makes you mad. “Whatever, I seem to be going for the wrong guys all the time.” 

He whispers your name. 

“But that’s fine, I guess I learnt my lesson,” you shrugs, “I should look for ones that are just as stuck up and boring as me, huh?” 

He looks down, feeling ashamed of the words he used to hurt you. 

You leave after a moment, storming out of the library. You want to leave him behind just like you want to leave Nancy and Jonathan behind.

But it turns out to be a challenge. You and Steve continue your newly found friendship. Weeks go by and after a few confrontations with your ex partners, they finally leave you alone. You no longer want to resume your friendship with Nancy, she cried and apologized to you, telling you that she didn’t want to lose you but she didn’t do much to prove it, especially when she just started dating your ex boyfriend. 

Moving on will never be easy but you have him now. You and Steve still fight, you still use every opportunity to piss him off and in return, he does the same. You love making each other mad, you love heated arguments, ones that lead to sex. 

You sneak out of class just to make out with him in the bathroom. Every time he throws you a note, you can feel his excited eyes on you but also the one’s of Eddie, who seemed to be interested to make a comeback in your life.

Not that you will ever let him. 

You are focused on other things. Cheer practice, studying, girls nights with friends from the cheer squad and most importantly spending time with King Steve.

You found comfort in each other, maybe you were just no good alone but you like being around him. What starts off with a weird friendship with your enemy ends up developing into something bigger. A few months back you couldn’t even stand being around each other for longer than 10 minutes, now you can’t be without each other. Steve is surprisingly a really clingy guy and you don’t mind it. 

After using your parents money to book a vacation, you spend your spring break on the east coast, using fake IDs to buy drinks and using Mr. Harrington’s credit card to rent a yacht. You both have wealthy parents, might as well use their money to have fun. 

When Steve had suggested going on that trip, you didn’t expect to come back as his girlfriend but you did and for some insane reason, you love it. 

A part of you still struggles to trust his intentions but you still agreed on becoming his. 

What’s more insane is the fact that Steve had somehow befriended Eddie. Out of all people he could’ve started a friendship with, it of course had to be the guy that broke your heart. Apparently they had worked on an assignment together and ‘hit it off’. You should be pissed but he doesn’t really know what happened with you and him and you cannot blame him for liking him, Eddie is.. amazing. And Steve deserves to have more friends. 

After cutting off Tommy a while back, Steve only really had Nancy, Jonathan and well you. Robin Buckley was one of his friends as well but they only ever hung out at work together, only having brief conversations at school. 

For two months, he followed you around like a lost puppy after the breakup with Nancy. Spending lunch with you and your cheer squad instead of hanging out with the guys from the basketball team, why? You will never know, maybe it had something to do with his dislike for Jason Carver or Billy Hargrove but Steve preferred to stick to your side, that is until he and Eddie became friends.

You are not sure which one of them is playing a game though, is it Eddie who uses your boyfriend to sneak his way back into your life? Or is it your boyfriend himself, who is trying to test you to see if there are any remaining feelings left for his new friend?

You did tell him a little about your past but you didn’t want to give away too much, not wanting to admit that he hurt you as much as he did. Steve isn’t stupid though, it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out that what you felt for Eddie was deeper than you wanted to admit. 

It also really wasn’t a challenge to figure out that you started dating Jonathan in hopes that he could be like him. 

Maybe, he should feel insecure, feel scared and worried that he might lose you to another man just like he lost Nancy but your feelings for him are genuine, even when your mind keeps taking you back to the other man. He can see it in your eyes, though you still act stubborn at times and pretend that he doesn’t mean that much to you, he knows it’s all just an act. 

You love Steve in a way Nancy couldn’t and he loves you in a way Jonathan couldn’t. 

But there is also someone else that loves you and despite his jealous nature, Steve doesn’t mind it, as odd as it is. 

The more time he spends with him, the more he finds a liking towards Eddie, much to your demise. You don’t mind it, you just hate being around him. 

It’s been easy to ignore him and his puppy dog eyes at first but once he realized that he is not getting any of your attention, he suddenly became a menace. He went from being apologetic to annoying, real quick. 

He uses every opportunity to tease you, making sly comments and trying to flirt with you and Steve doesn’t even seem to mind, if anything, he finds it amusing. Watching his new friend getting on your nerves and getting the treatment from you that only he usually gets. 

You should be mad at Steve for letting Eddie treat you like this but you can’t, not when you like it deep down. 

Eddie stole the spot that used to belong to Steve, now he is your annoying 'enemy'. 

Wherever Steve goes, Eddie goes. Just like tonight. 

A date night with your boyfriend turns into one with Eddie as well. 

Sitting on Steve’s lap, you play with his hair, occasionally turning to look at the other man in the room, who smokes his blunt and drinks his beer as he talks to Steve about his stupid band that you used to love. 

Steve’s large hand is resting on your hip, playing with the soft material of your skirt as he nods along to Eddie’s words. 

“Babe,” you cut Eddie off, not even sparing him a glance as you look at your boyfriend, “are you ever gonna order that pizza?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him, “I’m getting hungry and bored.” 

Steve sighs, “don’t be rude, he was talking.” 

“Who?” You feign, giving him a confused look. Smiling in satisfaction when you hear Eddie mumbling something under his breath. 

You smile at him as you lean in to kiss his neck. He takes in a sharp breath, hand gripping your hip tighter causing your skirt to ride up a little. He can’t help but look over at Eddie to see his reaction, just as expected, Eddie is staring at you with such intensity in his eyes that it makes Steve shiver. 

“Baby,” he warns but you don’t listen. You never do. 

Eddie is both jealous and angry, though he admires the view, staring at your exposed skin as Steve touches your hip. 

Steve raises his eyebrows, opening his mouth to speak but before he can even form a word, you smash your lips against his, kissing him roughly. 

His eyes widen in surprise but he can’t even stop the moan from falling. You throw your leg over his lap and straddle him, placing your hands on his neck and deepen the kiss as your tongue meets his. 

Eddie swallows harshly, placing his blunt down, he tightens his grip on the bottle. His jaw clenches and his eyes flash with anger and jealousy. You are doing this on purpose, to taunt him. 

He likes Steve but right now, he hates him for being able to touch and kiss you like this, wishing it was him instead. He leans back against the sofa, eyes trailing down to your ass that Steve is squeezing roughly as he starts making out with you. Your skirt rides up further, exposing the black thong that you’re wearing. You’re rolling your hips, grinding against your boyfriend as you moan into his mouth. 

Eddie clenches his hand into a fist, tensing up, he shifts around, uncomfortably, your moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears. His breath hitches in his throat when you whisper a small ‘please’. 

He would love nothing more than to be in Steve’s place right now. To hold you and kiss you. 

Steve pulls away with a groan, “behave yourself.” 

A giggle leaves your lips and after pecking his lips one more time, you pull away and settle back on the couch, smirking at the bulge in your boyfriend’s jeans. 

He blushes, running his fingers through his hair, he gets up, trying to hide the obvious tent in his pants, “I’m gonna order the pizza,” he mumbles as he rushes out of the living room without looking at Eddie. 

You look at the tv for a moment before your eyes find Eddie’s. He is glaring at you. You smile in satisfaction, raising your hand, you look at your freshly manicured fingernails as you begin to hum some song. 

Eddie is seething, this is not the first time you had kissed Steve in front of him but usually it was nothing more than a peck. 

He scoffs as he raises the bottle to his lips. Right now, he can’t stand you. 

He can’t stand the way you look so pretty, the way you sit there looking so innocent after what you just did. He hates the way the room smells like your sweet perfume despite the lingering smoke in the air. He hates the way you hate him. 

He reaches for the blunt, placing it between his lips, he lights it up with the lighter that Steve threw on the table earlier. 

You look at him, tilting your head, “what’s wrong?” You ask him sweetly.

He screws up his face, shrugging, “nothing.” 

You get up and his eyes widen when you walk towards him. He stares at the way your skirt hugs your body perfectly, the way your top slides up your stomach a little, exposing some of your skin, you’re not wearing a bra, he can see your nipple piercings. You lick your puffy lips and lean down in front of him, placing your hand on his knee, you reach for the blunt between his lips. 

He gulps, eyes growing wider and breath hitching in his throat. He licks his lips, staring into your eyes as you inhale the smoke. 

Eddie can’t even help it, he leans closer to you, placing his hand over yours, his fingertips trace your skin. 

You look down for a second, staring at his hand and at his rings, your gaze softens for a moment and then you look back into his eyes. 

He whispers your name, you blink, eyes falling down to his lips. 

But it all just lasts for a second before you place the blunt back between his lips and walk away from him. Sitting back down on the sofa and looking away with a clenched jaw. 

“Sweetheart–”

“Don’t.” 

Steve walks back into the room, sensing the tension right away. He looks between the two of you, noticing the anger in your eyes and the longing in his. 

He sighs, trying to lighten the mood, he smiles at you, “pizza is on the way,” he says as he settles back next to you, “you wanna watch Halloween now?” 

“Sure..”

-

The graduation party is finally over, you no longer have to listen to the awful pop music, red solo cups are all over the place. Steve’s house is a mess. You’re both lucky that his parents aren’t home until the end of next week. 

The night started off well, you got ready in his bathroom, had a few drinks before the party even started and made out with him on one of the pool loungers before the guest started coming in. 

Now you’re seething, rolling your eyes at him and scoffing at whatever he is saying as you’re cleaning up the mess. It’s silly, you have to admit and you know you’re acting like a brat for no reason but getting the piss out of him will just always be your thing. 

You’re proud of him, you really are. He made it, he graduated, got his diploma and he is free to do whatever he wants now. He doesn’t have to go back to high school, he doesn’t have to see Nancy or Jonathan again. You’re just so scared that he will leave you behind, walk away from you and pretend like you were never a part of his life. 

Maybe you are overthinking it, maybe you are just hurt from the men before or maybe you are simply broken. 

But right now, you’re angry, especially after seeing one of the girls trying to flirt with him. He didn’t pay her any mind, he didn’t even smile at her or react to the way she was eying him up and down, he politely rejected her and pushed her hand off of his arm and yet it pissed you off, why did he let her get this close in the first place? 

“Asshole.” 

“Excuse me?” Steve scoffs as he watches you rush past him. 

“You heard me!” You snap at him as you slam the door open and walk towards the counter, slamming your red solo cups down, you turn around and open the fridge, getting yourself a cold coke. 

“Why am I an asshole?” He asks with a confused and angry face, closing the door to the luckily empty kitchen. 

“You let that bitch touch you!” You yell as you close the fridge, glaring at your boyfriend. 

Steve knows that this isn’t the only thing that caused this sudden outburst, you have been acting weird and sensitive for the past few weeks. 

“Honey,” he mumbles as he takes a deep breath, putting his hands together he walks towards you, “I pushed her hand off, I didn’t even talk to her!” 

You clench your jaw, tearing your gaze away from him, you sigh angrily, “yes, you did.” 

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knows that you won’t just drop it, you’re gonna mop around and continue trying to get on his nerves. 

“Jesus, I didn’t.”

You stare at him with fire in your eyes. Oh, you’re mad, mad. He knows that there is more behind your anger, it’s not just about that girl, you’re not even the jealous type or maybe you are, maybe you were just too good at hiding it before. 

Steve shakes his head, walking towards you, he tries to reach out for you but you push his hands away, “just go to your new girlfriend, you seemed to like staring at her fucking tits.”

You both know that he wasn’t staring at her tits, in fact, he wasn’t staring at her at all. He looked uncomfortable and glanced at you, reaching for your hand, he pulled you in and placed his hand on the small of your back, you were there the whole time. He wasn’t staring, he wasn’t flirting, he wasn’t doing anything. 

“Jesus christ,” he sighs in annoyance, rolling his eyes, “are you really starting this again?” 

“Starting what?” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Steve’s eyes fall to your chest, staring at your tits. 

“Starting some stupid fight just so I will fuck your brains out.” 

You tilt your head, scoffing, “why would I want you to fuck me?” You ask him, as though he isn’t your boyfriend, as though you don’t beg for his touches, as though you aren’t obsessed with him. 

“Oh, so you’re gonna act like you’re not obsessed with me?” 

You scoff, giving him a disapproving look, “trust me, I’m not obsessed with you.” 

He rolls his eyes at your words, stepping closer to you, “you’re such a brat,” he says as he places his hands on his hips, looking up at the ceiling. 

“You’re the brat, Harrington.” 

He looks back down at you with darkened eyes. The pout on your face is cute but the mischief in your eyes irritates him. 

“What do you want, honey?” 

You shrug, biting your lip, you eye him up and down. Grabbing him by his belt, you pull him closer to you. Instantly, his hands reach for your waist and he pulls you flush against him. Standing on your tippy toes, you lean in and give him a kiss, “I want you to stop being a dick.” 

He looks into your eyes and raises his brows, he grabs your jaw, “oh, I’m a dick now?” 

“Mhmm, yes you are,” you nod, “you’re a dick, Steve Harrington.” 

“And you’re kind of a bitch, honey.” 

“No, I’m not. You’re just a real asshole.” 

“You always need the last word, don’t you?” 

You nod, “you know me.” 

He shakes his head, tracing your bottom lip, he looks deeply into your eyes, “tell me, what’s your actual problem? Be honest with me.” 

You hesitate. You’re scared of something, he can see it in your eyes. That fear has been there for some weeks now. 

Your relationship was just two months old, things were still new for the two of you. You went from disliking each other to loving each other, sure, it was weird for you but not for him. Once he touched you for the first time, he easily grew addicted to you and he found himself wondering why he never went after you instead of Nancy, in the first place. 

“You’re leaving me,” you say with fear in your eyes and anger in your voice. 

He frowns at your words, staring at you in confusion, “huh?” 

“You’re leaving me,” you repeat yourself as you cross your arms over your chest again, pouting at him like a pissed off brat, “you’re leaving me alone with all these assholes.” 

Just as you and Steve finally found your way to each other, his time at school is over while you stay for one more year, you are not ready to let him go. 

“Oh,” he mumbles, finally understanding what you are talking about, he rolls his eyes at your words and sighs, “I’m not leaving you, honey. I only graduated and the last time I checked, you’re the one who’s leaving me next year, while you go off to college, I’ll stay here and wait for you.”

You squint your eyes at him, “are you?” You counter, tilting your head up, “are you waiting for me or are you gonna find someone else to fuck?” 

He scoffs at you, glaring into your eyes, “fuck? Is that all we’re doing here? Fucking?” 

You shrug. Maybe. The anxiety of him wanting to do this just to get back at her still lingers. 

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, “baby, you’re my girl. I want you, no one else.” 

Your heart flutters at his words, taking the tension off your shoulders a little but you aren’t done yet. 

“What about Nancy? Do you still want her?” 

He doesn’t understand where this is all coming from, he shakes his head, eyes widening, “no!” He cups your cheeks, “I don’t! Why would I still want her? I want you, only you even though you’re a fucking brat and you get on my nerves all the damn time but fuck, you’re it for me.” 

If your past selves could see the two of you now, they would be mortified. 

You believe him, you really do. You want to kiss him and hug him, lay your head on his chest and apologize but still, you roll your eyes and look away. 

You look away from his hazel eyes, staring at your manicured nails, you shrug, a small sigh leaving your lips. 

Steve’s shoulders slump, he loves you but you are so irritating sometimes. 

“Trouble in paradise?” 

Looking over Steve’s shoulder, you see Eddie standing there with a smug look on his face. He walks towards you, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

You drop your arms to your sides and step away from your boyfriend, sighing in annoyance. 

Right, you forgot that your boyfriend’s boyfriend is still here. 

Steve looks intrigued, he wants to see what will happen if Eddie takes his teasing a little further. 

You cross your arms over your chest and turn away from both men but Eddie grabs your arm, holding you back, he steps in front of you, “where are you going, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

You furrow your brows, glaring at him, “away from you.” 

He coos at you, pouting at your words, “I see, nothing changed. You’re still a fucking brat.” 

You scoff at his words, slapping his hand off of you, you clench your jaw in anger. How dare he touch you? 

His dark eyes stare into yours, he leans closer, eying your lips for a moment, “poor King Steve doesn’t know how to handle you, huh? He doesn’t know how to put you in your place?” He asks as he reaches his hand out to touch your face, caressing your cheek softly. “He can’t do it like I can, right?” 

You blink as you stare into his eyes, shivering at the feeling of his touch and at the sound of his voice. Your knees grow a little weak and you hate the way your stomach flutters at his words. Your boyfriend is standing there, right behind you, watching the scene unfold. 

Why isn’t he saying anything? 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, you turn away from him as you start blushing because of him, “whatever.” 

Steve gasps, eyes widening in disbelief. That’s all you have to say? Whatever? You sure have a lot to say to him whenever you both bicker. 

Eddie chuckles as he eyes you up and down, “you wanna be put in your place, huh?” 

Eddie wouldn’t say all this to you if there wasn’t so much tension already, the past few weeks have led up to this exact moment. 

You don’t say anything, just growing more flustered, not looking into Eddie’s or Steve’s eyes. 

Eddie’s smirk widens, he looks over your shoulder, staring at Steve who shakes his head as a small chuckle falls from his lips. 

“Do it.” 

Your lips part and your eyes widen, you turn around, staring at your boyfriend in shock. 

“Put her in her place,” he murmurs as he reaches for your waist, pulling you into him, “tame the fucking brat.” 

You gasp at his words, “S-Steve?” 

He chuckles, grasping your face in his large hands, he pulls you closer to kiss your lips, “that’s what you want, right?” 

You gulp nervously, blinking. You hesitate and take a deep breath. 

“N-No..”

He smirks, looking into your lust filled eyes, “come on, don’t lie to me.”

He pulls you tighter against him, squeezing your waist as he steals another soft kiss from you, “it’s okay, it’s just Eddie.” 

Eddie, the only man he is willing to share you with. 

You can always say no, he makes sure you know that. You can back down but do you want to? 

You tear your eyes away from your boyfriend and turn around to face the man you have been avoiding, your eyes lock with his beautiful ones. 

No, you don’t want to back down. 

Eddie already knows your answer before even asking that question but he grabs your hand and pulls you closer, “do you want it?” he whispers as he brings his hand up to your face, grabbing your chin. 

“Yes.” It comes out as a mere whisper, a nervous one. 

Eddie smirks and Steve does too but you can’t see him. The man in front of you looks like he had just won the lottery, his eyes light up and he looks happier than he has ever felt before. He grabs your waist and without wasting another moment, he pulls you flush against him and slams his lips against yours. 

For the first time in over a year, you finally feel his touch again, his kiss. 

He is desperate in the way he kisses you, not caring about your boyfriend who watches it all unfold with awe in his eyes, he doesn’t care about anything but you. He finally has you back in his arms, even if it’s just for this moment. His hands are so delicate on your skin, his lips move so roughly against yours, he savors every second in which you kiss him back. 

He doesn’t know whether to smile or to cry but he leaves the latter for when this night is over, now he enjoys it. 

A moan, a whine and a desperate whimper from you, and both men that you have wrapped around your finger are rock hard. Eddie deepens the kiss, his tongue meets yours and he groans in pleasure when you bury your hands in his hair, tugging at his dark curls. 

God, he missed you so much. His heart, his life felt so empty without you. He wants to kiss you softly, he wants to make love to you and show you how much he misses you but he can’t. You are not his, you will never be his and even when Steve is okay with this, he knows that it’s only just a one time thing, it’s just for sex, for rough sex. 

Your boyfriend pulls you back into his chest, forcing you to break the kiss with Eddie, you whine at that action, chasing after his lips. He chuckles darkly, leaning down, he presses his lips against your shoulder, kissing you and nipping at your skin as he pulls the strap of your top down, “you want him, honey?” 

Your eyelashes flutter, your lips part and you stare into Eddie’s eyes, watching the way he looks at you with hunger in his eyes, the way he did before but there is more now, something you can’t or don’t want to read because it will make you sad. 

Steve’s lips are soft, making your heart and stomach flutter, “it’s okay, you can have him if you want,” he murmurs, “I don’t mind.” 

You have questions, so many of them but you don’t bother to speak them out now, instead you find yourself nodding, “I want you both.”

Eddie smirks, eyes lighting up. 

“Oh yeah?” Steve whispers, “you want him to fuck the brat out of you, baby?” 

“Mhmm.” 

Steve leads you and Eddie upstairs and into his room, he holds your hand while you hold Eddie’s, looking back at him to catch him staring at your ass, watching your skirt move back and forth as you walk up the stairs. He licks his lips before he raises his head to look into your eyes. 

The moment you step into your boyfriend’s room, you suddenly feel nervous but also intrigued. Steve locks the door and then he walks you over to his bed, pushing you down, he grabs your chin and caresses your cheek, smirking at you and leaning down to peck your lips before he steps away, “you’re awfully quiet, honey. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” 

Rolling your eyes at him, you scoff.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head, “Munson, come here.” 

Eddie walks over to him, glancing at him, Steve smirks, “she’s all yours.” 

You stare at your boyfriend, almost in shock. There have been moments where he got jealous whenever men just looked at you, here he is, giving you away to his friend like it means nothing to him. Which, you don’t actually mind because it’s Eddie. Yet, you glare at him. 

“What’s wrong?” He laughs, “you wanted to be tamed and I’m not exactly brat tamer material, isn’t that what you said?” 

Eddie looks amused by Steve’s words, he chuckles to himself as he looks at you. 

“And don’t act like you don’t think about him, we both know you do,” Steve murmurs as he sits down beside you, bringing his hand up to your face, he cradles your cheek, you still glare at him just like before but now you look flustered, clearly not wanting Eddie to know that you still think about him, “look at him.” 

You blink, shaking your head a little.

Steve’s hazel eyes flicker with mischief, lips curling up into a smirk, “you don’t want him to know that you still think about him?” 

“Steve.” 

He ignores you, “you don’t want him to know that you dream of him?” He asks as he kisses your cheek softly before he turns your head towards Eddie, forcing you to look at him, “I heard you whispering his name the other night, you know?” 

Eddie’s lips part in surprise. 

You grow flustered, both men notice the way you squeeze your thighs together. 

“Is that so, sweetheart?” Eddie smirks as he steps towards you. 

You look at him through your lashes, ignoring the way he makes you feel just by looking at you with his hungry eyes. 

Steve lets go of you as Eddie places his fingers under your chin, “you dream about me, huh?” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, “you wish,” you mumble in annoyance, “I haven’t thought about you in a long time.” 

So you still wanna act like you hate him? Eddie shakes his head, laughing, “a few days is what you call a long time?” 

“Not a few days, a whole year.” 

He raises his brows, “a whole year, huh?” He asks in amusement, “that’s when you started dating Byers.” 

You press your lips together, frowning at him and at your boyfriend who chuckles yet again. 

“He didn’t satisfy you enough? You still thought about me?” 

“Shut up,” you mumble as you raise your hand and slap his hand away. 

His eyes darken and he looks at you in a way that would leave your past self shivering but you are not the girl that you used to be, you are not the fool that was once in love with him, at least that’s what you are telling yourself. 

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” 

“You’re a depraved little slut, you know that right?” 

You shrug, licking your lips as you feel yourself getting wet at his words. 

“You’re sitting here next to your boyfriend, asking another man to fuck you,” Eddie smirks. 

“It was his idea,” you shrug, ignoring Steve’s chuckle, “maybe he wants you to fuck him too, maybe he��s a depraved slut as well, just like you Eddie.” 

Eddie raises his brows, tilting his head at you as he kneels down in front of you, his gentle hands grasping your ankles, he takes your shoes off slowly. 

“Me?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, “I wasn’t enough for you, you wanted to fuck other girls, not just one other girl, you wanted all of them, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t want me anymore. So, who are you calling a depraved slut? You are the biggest of them all.” 

Steve glances at Eddie, noticing the regret in his eyes. 

Eddie didn’t want anyone else but you, he didn’t want any other girl, he just wanted you. The things he said to you were nothing but lies, to make you leave, for your own sake. 

The tone in your voice is masked with anger but the pain is still lingering. 

“You’re an asshole,” you say as you look deeply into his eyes, “I hate you.”

Eddie clenches his jaw, maybe his heart would hurt if he didn’t see the softness in your eyes, you don’t hate him. 

“And you’re a fucking brat. A very mean brat.” 

He gets back up after taking your shoes off, he puts his hand around your throat, watching the way your eyes widen and flash with lust, you always loved this. 

“I bet you’ve been acting like this on purpose, huh? You wanted him to put you in your place?” 

You blink, breathing faster as you look up at Eddie, well aware that Steve is staring at you with a smirk on his face. 

“Answer me,” Eddie orders. 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

“Yes, what?” 

“I’ve been doing it on purpose,” you admit, your cheeks growing hot at your own words, “I wanted him to put me in my place.” 

Steve gapes at you, you never ever admit anything like this to him, you never give in, you never let him hear what he wants to hear. You only ever stop acting like a brat after he makes you cum a few times. 

You bite your lip, eyes raking over Eddie’s arm, the bracelet around his wrist, the tattoos on his arm, his shoulders that got broader. His hand around your neck, he pulls you up, forcing you to stand in front of him. 

He brings you closer until his nose bumps against yours, “poor Steve doesn’t know how to tame the brat, huh?” He whispers against your lips as his eyes remain locked with yours, “it’s okay, that’s what you have me for.” 

He kisses you softly, one last time before he rips your top off, throwing it on the ground along with your bra, taking a moment to admire your naked chest, touching your boobs and giving them both a squeeze before he turns you around and shoves you down on Steve’s bed, in front of him. 

A whimper leaves your mouth when Eddie reaches for your hips and pulls your ass up, using both hands to tear the skirt into shreds, he rips it off and throws it on the ground. 

Steve’s eyes widen in surprise as do yours, you gasp, calling his name loudly. 

“What?” Eddie chuckles, “your rich boyfriend can buy you ten more of those, right?” He asks before his palm meets your ass roughly, a loud smack! echoing through the room, followed by a whiny moan. 

Steve’s eyes darken and he looks down at you to make sure that you’re okay, pushing your hair out of your face, he caresses your cheek. 

“Don’t worry, Harrington. She loves it even rougher,” Eddie murmurs as he smacks your other asscheek, “isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

You moan, nodding desperately as you bite your lip. 

He chuckles as he watches you arching your back, your light pink thong is soaked already and Eddie can’t help but moan at the sight of it, he teases you, bringing his fingers up to your pussy, “who are you so wet for? Me or Steve?” 

Your boyfriend touches your bottom lip with his thumb, smirking when you look at him with pleading eyes. 

You hear Eddie shuffling around behind you, taking his belt off, you already know what he’s about to do and it only makes you feel more desperate. 

“Me or Steve?” He asks again, with more anger in his voice.

“Answer him, honey.” 

You don’t. 

You want him to take it further. 

Suddenly you jolt forward and a cry falls from your lips as you feel the leather smacking against your ass, tears well up in your eyes. 

“Dude!” 

Eddie chuckles at the shocked and angry look on Steve’s face, his body tenses up and he looks down at you with worry in his eyes. 

“M-More..” 

Steve’s eyes widen, shock ripples through him. He always knew that you were kinky, that you like it rough but not this rough. 

“Please.” 

“You see that, Steve?” Eddie murmurs as he raises his hand, using the belt to spank you again. The bulge in his pants is growing, his dick twitches at the sound of your moan, at the sight of your half naked body, “she loves it.” 

“You’re so fucking dirty, honey.” 

“Yes, she is,” Eddie groans. 

He spanks you, again and again. And even after he is done, you are still begging for more, despite knowing that your ass will hurt. Steve watches in awe and disbelief, no snarky words or comments leave your mouth, just desperate moans and whimpers. 

He swallows, your hand resting on his knee, squeezing it tightly as Eddie takes your ruined panties off and throws them at him, chuckling when he catches them and sniffs at them. 

“Perv,” you mumble as you look up at Steve with a smirk on your face. 

Eddie reaches for your waist, grabbing you tightly as he manhandles you on your back, he catches the surprised look on your face. Eddie takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground. 

For a moment, he lets himself admire you. It’s been too long since he had seen you like this. Your bare body, your soft skin, your pretty hair laying on your naked shoulders, your eyes looking into his with desperation, with a softened gaze he hasn’t seen in so long. 

You eye him up and down, you want him just like he wants you. You squeeze your thighs together, sighing when Steve starts playing with your hair, “you look so beautiful, honey.” 

“Yes you do,” Eddie whispers, he leans over you, taking the black scrunchie off of your wrist, he uses it to tie his hair back, “you are the prettiest girl.” 

Your heart flutters but at the same time, it hurts. 

You roll your eyes at his words, clearly not believing a word he says. 

“Shut up, Eddie.” 

Steve chuckles at your words, while Eddie scoffs, shaking his head as he kneels down in front of the bed, he grabs you, pulling you closer, harshly. He throws your legs over his shoulders and begins to nip at your inner thighs roughly, kissing and biting your skin before he finally tastes you again. 

His eyes flutter closed and he moans against you as he grabs your hips tighter than before, slipping his tongue into your wet pussy. 

You moan loudly, reaching into his hair, you pull at it.

“F-Fuck!” 

Eddie starts to eat you out, more intensely, more desperately than ever before. He needs you, he needs to feel you in every way possible. He grabs your ass harshly, squeezing your sensitive skin as he devours you. 

You arch your back in pleasure, feeling his tongue plunging deeper inside of you. You look down at him, eyes locking with his, you allow yourself to look at him, only for one moment before your eyes roll back and you shut them. 

You moan even louder than before when you feel Steve’s lips on your neck, his hands on your boobs, squeezing and grabbing them roughly as his fingers toy with your pierced nipples. 

Eddie’s nose bumps against your clit as he shakes his head against you, licking and eating you out like a man starved. He shows you how desperate he is to touch you again. 

So much pleasure runs through your body, the feeling is euphoric. 

“Feeling good, honey?” 

“Mhmm, so good,” you whimper. 

Steve smirks, he leans down to kiss your lips as he twists and tugs your nipple. You shut your thighs, caging Eddie in and he only moans in response. He licks a stripe up your pussy and begins to flick his tongue on your clit as he pushes a finger inside of you. 

“I missed your sweet pussy, baby.” 

Not wanting to hear any of his praises, you pull his hair harsher than before as you make out with Steve. 

Eddie groans, using his free hand to push your hand out of his hair, he slams it against the mattress and intertwines his fingers with yours, holding it against the bed. 

That is too intimate for you, you don’t hold hands with people you don’t love, Eddie doesn’t love you. 

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against you, kissing your clit teasingly, he glances at you, watching the way your chest rises up and down heavily, your free hand in your boyfriend's hair as you kiss him. 

His chest is filled with jealousy, you’re gentle with him, you’re soft with Steve, loving. That’s something he will never get again and it breaks his heart. 

Eddie doesn’t stop after making you cum, he only keeps going. Fucking you with his fingers, keeping the rings on because he knows how much you used to love it. He covers your thighs in hickeys, smacking your soaked cunt when you call him names. Eddie is rough with you, he devours you for both yours and his pleasure and he enjoys knowing that not even Steve can make you feel like this. 

He loves knowing that he watches you two, that he sees the way you yearn for him, the way you moan for him. 

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Your voice sounds like music to his ears, it makes his heart flutter in his chest. 

He only stops when he feels like he might cum before he even gets to be inside of you. 

He pulls away and admires the view, watching the way you are shaking, the way your cunt flutters, glistening from your juices and his spit. Your thighs are covered in hickeys, fingerprints on your hips. 

Steve is being too soft with you, he caresses your cheek and whispers praises into your ear, as though he wasn’t the one suggesting this. Growing annoyed with the sight of it, he finally takes the rest of his clothes off and flips you over on your stomach again. 

“Sit your ass down, Harrington,” Eddie orders, gesturing to the chair in the corner, “watch and learn.” 

Steve raises his brows in surprise, his cheeks grow red and it definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him or you. You look smug and it only makes Steve blush harder, he rolls his eyes at you as he does what the other man told him to do. 

You lick your lips, eying the bulge in Steve’s pants, “take your cock out, Stevie,” you whine, “please.” 

Eddie chuckles behind you, you feel the bed dip under you. You swallow nervously, stomach growing tighter at the feeling of his hands on your hips, “listen to your girl, Steve.” 

Steve blinks, nodding at his words, “f-fuck.. yeah, yeah..” He stammers, unbuckling his belt hastily, he pushes his pants out just enough to take his dick out. 

You moan while Eddie’s eyes widen at the sight of Steve’s dick, “holy shit, man.” 

Your boyfriend looks smug, smirking as he looks at the two of you. 

“Yeah, he is so much bigger than you, Eddie,” you tease, looking over your shoulder with a smirk on your face, “makes me feel better too.” 

He glares, holding your hips tighter, “oh yeah?” He murmurs as he takes his hard cock and slips it through your wet folds until it touches your sensitive clit. 

“Ah– shit,” you whimper. 

“Touch yourself, Steve. Look at her, watch how I ruin your pretty little girlfriend, I’m gonna make her mine again.” 

You shake your head in response, wanting to protest but only whimpers leave your mouth when he pushes inside of you, splitting you open. You’re too sensitive, too overwhelmed, too weak already. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall down against the pillows. 

“Forget it,” Steve growls as he fists his cock, keeping his eyes on you, “she’s mine forever.” 

Eddie chuckles darkly, watching how you struggle to hold yourself up, you whine and moan. 

“We’ll see.” 

He pushes in deeper, placing both hands on your asscheeks, he spreads them, watching how your wet pussy takes his cock. He moans loudly, eyes fluttering closed, he can’t even help but grin when he feels your walls clenching around him at the sound of his moans. 

“E-Eddie,” you whine into the pillow, gripping the bed sheets tightly, “I-I… please.” 

He dreamed of this moment, he thought about you day and night while you were apart, he missed this, he missed the feeling of being inside you, of feeling your warm pussy around him, of hearing your moans, he just missed you so much. 

“Please what?” 

You are drooling all over the pillow, your eyes well up with tears and you can’t stop the whines and moans from escaping. 

“Please move, please sir.” 

“Good girl,” Eddie grunts as he squeezes your ass, he pulls out completely before he slams back inside of you roughly with a loud moan. 

“Ah– f-fuck.. your cock feels so good,” you cry out. 

“Oh yeah?” He breathes as he reaches for your hair, tugging at it to raise your head up to make you look at him. Eddie starts thrusting, rougher and rougher. “Look at him, baby.” 

Steve jerks off and fuck, he looks so good. He moans loudly, biting his lip as he moves his fist faster.

“Your pussy feels so perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, “so tight and wet for me.”

“D-Don’t stop,” you whimper, “please don’t stop.” 

Your juices are slipping down your thighs, your pussy gets tighter around his cock, you feel filthy, especially when you hear the squelching sounds of your pussy as Eddie pounds you into the mattress. 

The room is filled with moans and whimpers. Tears are running down your cheeks, your body is already shaking, your next orgasm approaching. The coil in your stomach tightens as he fucks you deeper than before. 

“O-Oh fuck, stop clenching around me, I’m gonna cum,” Eddie growls. 

You squeal when you feel his hand around your throat. Suddenly, he has you pinned against his back, one hand remaining on your throat while the other roams your body, playing with your tits and sliding down your stomach. 

“Honey, you look so fucking good,” Steve grunts, moaning louder than before. He stares at you, he stares at the way Eddie’s cock slides in and out of your pussy, he watches the way tears run down your cheek, the way you hold your hand over Eddie’s, grasping it tightly as you moan louder and louder. 

Eddie kisses your shoulder and your neck, “you’re doing so good for me,” he whispers, “are you close, baby?” 

“Mhmmm,” you nod desperately, “s-so close.” 

“You wanna cum?” 

“Yes, Eddie! Please!” 

He looks over at Steve, “should I let her cum?” 

Steve nods, looking just as desperate as you, “yes, fuck.. Let her cum.” 

You feel him twitching inside of you, he is close, just like you, just like Steve. Eddie whimpers into your ear, his fingers reaching down to rub your clit, he grasps your chin, looking into your eyes before they flutter shut, “cum for me, baby,” he whispers before he slams his lips against yours. 

Unlike the other kisses before, this one is soft and sweet, enough to transform tears of pleasure into tears of sadness. 

You gush around him, cumming for the last time this night. Eddie moans against you, unwillingly breaking the kiss. You push away from him, letting yourself fall back down just in time for him to pull out, with a groan, he releases all over your ass and back. 

You shut your eyes, whimpering at the sensitive feelings rushing through you. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, a happy chuckle leaving his lips. 

You try to catch your breath, try to stop the tears from falling, you don’t want him to see how vulnerable you are, how hurt you still are by his past actions but you missed him so much and you feel ashamed for it because you know that this means nothing to him, just like it never meant anything to him back then. 

Your boyfriend is here, the one that you love with all your heart even when you haven’t told him yet, too scared of rejection, too scared of being pushed away by him the way you were by the other man. 

You don’t know how long you’re laying there like this but the feeling of Eddie’s hands on your skin, the feeling of him cleaning your back gently before he presses a soft kiss to your bruised ass suddenly makes you cry harder. 

Soft sobs leave your lips as all your feelings come catching up to you. 

Steve’s eyes flash with concern, he looks at Eddie, who suddenly looks like a deer caught in headlights as his face grows pale and his eyes show nothing but panic. 

Steve rushes towards you, using his throw blanket to cover your bare body, he pushes your hair to the side and touches your back softly, “honey,” he whispers, “what’s wrong?” He asks in concern. 

Eddie doesn’t even bother to put his shirt on, standing there in nothing but his jeans, he stares at you as his heart begins to race. 

Steve kisses your shoulder, your arm, your knuckles and then your cheek, “talk to me, baby,” he whispers, “are you hurt?” 

Eddie puts his hand on his forehead as tears well up in his eyes, did he take things too far? Did he hurt you? 

You shake your head, “no.. I’m not, I’m okay.” 

He should feel relieved but he can’t, not when you are crying after you just had sex. 

Your glassy eyes meet the ones of your boyfriend, your bottom lip quivers as you stare at him, you push yourself up a little, clutching the blanket against your chest, “d-do you love me?” 

Your voice sounds broken, small and vulnerable. 

Steve has never seen you like this. His heart squeezes in his chest and he furrows his brows, he nods, cupping your cheeks, “of course, honey. I love you,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with truth, “I love you so much.” 

Your eyes flash with relief, you nod, “thank you.” 

He frowns at your words, not understanding why you are thanking him for loving you but it quickly catches up to him when he looks over your shoulder, eyes locking with Eddie’s tear filled and guilty ones. 

You loved him and he didn’t love you back. 

At least that’s what you believed. 

Eddie looks heartbroken, he looks sad and he looks like he hates himself because he pushed you away before. He loves you, he is in love with you. 

Eddie’s bottom lip quivers just like yours does, he blinks, trying to push the tears back as he reaches for his shirt, throwing the black material over his head. 

Steve feels a sudden longing for the man in front of him, not wanting him to go, not wanting him to leave you again. 

“I’m gonna go,” Eddie mumbles quietly. 

Steve can see the way your eyes flash with sadness, the way your body tenses. He doesn’t want you to hurt, he doesn’t want Eddie to hurt. 

Steve wipes your tears away and he looks into your eyes. You love Eddie, maybe that should scare him but it doesn’t because he knows that you love him too and that’s all that matters. 

“Don’t go.”

Eddie looks at him in confusion, “what?” 

“Please don’t go,” Steve says, “come here.” 

Eddie hesitates, he looks at the back of your head, your quiet sniffles break his heart all over again. 

“It’s okay, Eddie.” It’s okay to love her too. 

Eddie nods, walking closer to you, he looks at you with sad eyes, watching the way you clutch Steve’s hand tightly as you cry. Tears stream down your face just like they did back then. 

He sits down beside you, reaching out to touch your shoulder but you flinch away from him. 

He closes his eyes, sighing deeply.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry for everything, for what I said. I’m sorry for lying to you.” 

Steve rubs the back of your hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“Lying?” You whisper. 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, “I lied to you about everything that night. I didn’t want anyone else, there was never anyone else, there was no other girl, ever. You were always the only one for me, you still are.” 

You furrow your brows, feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You feel relieved but angry at the same time. 

“Those things I said about you, I didn’t mean them. God, I was so stupid. I wanted you so bad, still do,” he says as tears run down his cheeks. 

You look into his eyes, seeing nothing but the truth. 

You still long for him the way you always did, you still want him, you still love him. 

You love them both. 

“I was always so crazy about you, fuck– it hurt so much to push you away, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

“Then why did you?” You ask in a broken whisper. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your life.” 

Your heart breaks but the anger is stronger. 

“But you did, you did ruin my life. You broke my heart.” 

Regret and guilt is what he felt for so many months after he had pushed you away but especially now that he has to look into your tearfilled eyes. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I regretted every single day,” he whispers, scooting closer to you. He reaches his hand out again, this time, you don’t flinch when he touches you, he cups your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. 

“I love you.” 

You sniffle, more tears well up in your eyes as you finally hear those words that you have craved so bad. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” 

“Y-You do?” You whisper. 

He nods, smiling as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, “I do.”

Steve can’t even help it, he looks down at your hand that is still holding his tightly, he smiles. 

Maybe this isn’t ideal but it works for him.

Eddie grew on him, he didn’t understand just how much he did but he doesn’t mind, especially now when he sees the happy look in your eyes, when you still hold his hand as you let Eddie wrap his arms around you. 

You bury your face in the crook of his neck and squeeze him tightly as he holds you, cupping the back of your neck and breathing in your scent. 

You are happy with him but you are even happier with Eddie back in your life, that's makes it all worth it.

As Steve watches the two of you, he knows that everything is going to be okay because at the end of the day, you all have each other. 

No more pain, no more broken hearts or any missing pieces. 

You got each other forever. 

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