#*lays down at the bottom of a lake forever and ever and ever and ever and ever*

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

All You Have To Do Is Ask

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson)

Summary: Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it. WK:9k (idk how that happened)

Warnings: Modern AU, Everyone’s in their mid 20s, Kinda fuck boy Eddie in the beginning, Steve is having major bipanic, Dom!Eddie, kinda Sub!Steve, Sub!Reader, handjobs, oral (both m & f receiving), facial (Steve cums on readers face), cum eating, unprotected sex, threesome, choking, hair pulling, pining all around, kinda angst because Eddie loves reader and thinks it’s one sided, but it happy endings from me always! I think that’s it? If I missed any please lmk! 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay this one took me forever because I kept changing my mind about how I wanted it and I’m still not obsessed with how it turned out but thank you to my lovely betas @bimbobaggins69 @lilthbunny & @reidsbtch for hyping me up, I probably would’ve scraped this entire idea if it wasn’t for you guys.🖤

It was a hot summer day and Eddie was over at you and Steve’s apartment complex to take advantage of the pool and if he didn’t know any better he would think you were trying to torture him. You were laying on your side on one of the lounge chairs in this little black bikini and no matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else his eyes kept wandering back to the way your tits were squeezed into the top and the way bottoms fit your ass perfectly.

Then there was fucking Eddie, sitting on the chair across from you dramatically telling a story with his hands. He was shirtless and he had pulled his shaggy locks into a low bun. Droplets from it still being wet dripped down his chest and Steve found himself wanting to lick it off, chlorine be damned.

The way the water and sweat made his skin glisten made Steve think about him being sweaty in other situations.

Like you on your hands and knees while Eddie railed you from behind. Eddie between your legs eating your pussy like a man starved. Or you with your mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s cock, drool dripping down your chin from gagging. The scenes have been playing out in his head like a movie he couldn’t seem to stop watching. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

It all started a few weeks ago when Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan came over to you and Steve’s. You were all sitting in the living room having a few drinks and passing around a blunt Eddie brought when the topic of how everyone lost their virginity came up.

Obviously when it came to Nancy’s story, she didn’t go into detail but her bringing it up in any capacity was enough to make Steve feel a little awkward. But that feeling didn’t last long, Eddie’s story brought on a whole different set of emotions.

“I lost mine on my sixteenth birthday, I had just got the van and I took this really awesome girl out to lovers lake. I wasn’t even expecting anything, we had been close friends for a while and I didn’t think she thought of me that way. But she straddled me and told me she wanted to give me her virginity for my birthday. I remember being such a fumbly idiot because I was so surprised but she was so sexy and confident about it. Honestly the best possible way I could’ve lost it.” He looked Steve in the eyes and smirked like he knew something he didn't.

“Oh my god Eddie! You make it sound like it was so romantic we bumped heads the first time we tried to kiss and then you spent almost 5 minutes trying to get my bra off because you were determined to do it yourself ‘for practice’” You giggled and smacked him on the arm.

“Wait… you guys?” Steve felt his mouth go dry because you never told him this, granted he hasn’t told you about how he lost his virginity either, but still, it seems like this would’ve come up considering how often Eddie is around now.

“Still wouldn’t change it for the world princess. You’re forgetting the part where we went back to my trailer and I made you scream my name all night long.”

“Oh my fucking god Eddie… shut up.” You laughed as you took the blunt from his hand to take a pull off of it.

Steve felt his cheeks grow hot, but not for the reason he was expecting. Normally he would feel jealous to some extent that the guy his girlfriend lost her virginity to was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment telling the story like it was the best night of his life but something about the way Eddie was talking made him blush.

“To answer your question Steve, yeah we did, and not just that time.” Eddie took a sip of his beer, a bit of it not making it into his mouth causing it to drip down his chin and for a split second Steve thought about licking it off... Wait what the fuck?

“Were you guys like… together?”

“No honey, we were just friends with benefits, we still went on dates with and saw other people. But neither of us found someone good enough to keep around, until I met you.” You smiled sweetly at him, pushing back a piece of his hair that came out of place.

“Best friends with benefits, thank you very much. But for me I don’t think I’ll ever find someone good enough to keep around, I’m good on all that lovey dovey shit. Speaking of, this has been wonderful my dear friends, but alas, this girl I've been talking to sent me a nude and asked me what I was doing over an hour ago. So I must bid you all farewell.” How bowed, exiting in a typical Eddie fashion, leaving Steve feeling more confused than he ever had in his life.

The night went on without it being mentioned again, but it was all Steve could think about, even as he laid in bed trying to fall asleep he couldn’t shake the visions of you and Eddie tangled together.

The fantasies keep evolving beyond Steve’s control, at first it was just you and Eddie in various states of pleasure. The first fantasies were focused on you, the way your eyes roll in the back of your head when you cum, those sweet little whimpers you make when he hits just the right spot, the way your tits bounce when you ride him… which were his regular fantasies but the only difference being Eddie was the one fucking you instead of him. Then they started to shift, his mind started to focus on the way Eddie’s hands would look on your body, the faces and sounds he might make, what his cock would look like slipping in and out of your tight wet pussy. They shifted again when he started imaging himself there with you, watching Eddie make you fall apart underneath him, maybe even joining in, fucking your face while he has a perfect view of Eddie taking you from behind. But they truly took a turn when he started to imagine how Eddie’s lips might feel against his, if his hands would feel rough against his skin from years of guitar playing, what his dick might feel like inside him and not just you.

But he didn’t think that was something that could ever happen. What if he made you uncomfortable by bringing it up? What if you thought he was weird? What if you didn’t love him anymore? On top of all of that, even if you were okay with it, he wasn’t sure if Eddie even likes guys.

“Hey baby, you okay?” Steve was snapped out of his trance by the sound of your voice, looking over at you with a look that he hoped looked semi composed.

“Huh? Yeah honey, I’m good. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

“I love you too, silly boy. You sure you’re okay? You checked out for a second there.” You sit up next to him on the lounge chair so you can put your head on his shoulder and rub little circles on his bicep with the tips of your fingers.

“Hmm? Yeah, I think I’m just starting to get a little hungry or something, I’m fine baby, I promise.” He smiles at you sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“You wanna head inside soon and get something to eat?”

“Yeah I-“

“God damn.” Eddie groans, cutting Steve off while looking at his phone with wide eyes.

“What? Another nude? You’re such a hoe.” You snort, at this point you were used to him bragging about his exploits even if it did give you a weird feeling you forced yourself to ignore.

“Yeah. This guy just sent me a dick pic and it’s fucking nice. Wanna see it Steve?” He looks Steve directly in the eyes and smirks.

Steve’s eyes grow wide and he tries his best to compose himself before speaking.

“Do I wanna-? What? Why would I? Why would I want to see it?” Despite his best efforts his voice cracks slightly and he internally scolds himself.

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugs. “Just thought you might be interested is all.”

Steve’s head is spinning, why would Eddie ask him that? Did he know? Was he too obvious? Eddie likes guys?

“I didn’t - uh - I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“You didn’t know that? I feel like it’s common knowledge that Eddie likes to fuck dudes Stevie.” You laugh knowingly at your boyfriend’s reaction. You had noticed that he’s been acting sort of strange lately, not distant, just kind of spacey like he has something on his mind. At first you thought maybe he was thinking about breaking up with you but the amount of times he’s been railing you into the mattress lately said otherwise. Everytime you asked him if he was okay he said everything was fine, but you knew your Stevie and you knew something was up. So you started racking your brain, observing his behavior, and you finally came to a conclusion.

You started to notice the way Steve would look at Eddie when he thought no one noticed, the way his eyes lingered on his hands for just a little too long, and most of all how flustered Eddie made him. After thinking back on it you realized his behavior changed the night he found out that you and Eddie used to fuck. Then it all clicked into place, Steve has a crush on Eddie. You’ve considered bringing it up to him on multiple occasions but you didn’t want to push him to talk about it and freak him out so you just waited to see if he would bring it up himself.

But it’s been weeks now and you can tell it’s starting to really weigh on him. It didn’t help that Eddie was constantly giving him shit and not so subtly flirting with him.

“Yeah Steve, I don’t just like guys though, I love them.”

Eddie’s brown orbs are still boring into Steve’s hazel ones and he feels like he might actually pass out.

“Oh. Well, that’s uh - that’s cool man, good for you.”

“It’s really good for me, Steve. Have you ever thought about it, being with a guy?”

You bite your lip, imagining Steve with a guy, but not just any guy…Eddie. Ever since you picked up on Steve’s little crush you can’t stop thinking about them together, all of you together, really. You didn’t think it would ever really happen, but in this moment, something was shifting.

“Stevie, will you go upstairs and start the sandwiches? Me and Eds will gather up the stuff and meet you up there.” You cupped his face, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah uh - I’ll go do that.” Steve sighed, relieved that you gave him a way out of this conversation, he stood up and placed a kiss on your head before trying to walk off as casually as he could with the slight boner he was starting to sport.

“Edward Munson, what in the hell was that?” You glare at him, but there’s a glint in your eye and a smirk on your lips that tells him you aren’t really upset at all.

“I was just giving him shit babe, don’t be mad at me.” He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“I’m not mad, if anything, I’m intrigued, and a little turned on.”

“Yeah?” His breath picks up and his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. It’s one thing teasing Steve but you sitting here telling him it turns you on… well that’s a whole different situation that he’s not sure how to handle. Eddie has gained a lot of confidence since he has last been with you, he feels secure in his ability to be in control and make people want him… but you? You make him feel like he’s a nervous teenager again.

“Yeah.” You nod, biting your lip. “I think it turns Steve on too… he just doesn’t know how to admit it.”

“Well that, I do know. Every time I flirt with him even a little he looks like he’s gonna pass out.” Eddie snorts, his eyes searching your face for any signs that you’re uncomfortable or jealous. But all he sees is lust there and it makes him feel like he’s the one that’s gonna pass out.

“I think… what if… You wanna test something out with me?” Your bare foot reaches out to caress his calf, your eyes are filled with fire and your bottom lip is secured between your teeth.

“What - what did you have in mind?” If it’s what he thinks it is… he might actually lose it.

“I think you know Eddie… but if you want me to lay it out plain and simple I want you and Steve to both fuck me… and each other, while I watch.” Your foot continues to rub little circles along his bare calf and he feels himself growing hard at this small amount of contact alone. He missed the feeling of your skin.

“Do you think he would be fine with that? Or even into it? I don’t want to freak him out or make him think I’m trying to steal his girl or something.” He’s tried really fucking hard to not flirt with you or look at you for too long but if he’s given the go ahead he’s not sure he will be able to hold back.

He doesn’t want to upset Steve, he likes him and not just because he thinks it’s adorable how flustered he gets when he teases him or the way he wants to take a bite out of his peachy little ass but he’s come to really like him as a person and a friend too. But Eddie loves you, he always has, he’s always regretted letting you go, trying his best to fill the void and bury those feelings in person after person. It never worked, he would feel good for a bit but as soon as it was over and sometimes even during his mind would always drift to you.

“He won’t think that… plus it’s not stealing if you share… C’mon Eddie bear… you knowwww you want to.” You giggle as you stand up, turning around to grab your towel off the chair giving Eddie a perfect view of you in your swimsuit from behind. The bottoms sat high on your ass and the way they tightened against you when you bent over made it so he could see the outline of your pussy and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, I swear.”

You tilt your head over your shoulder to smirk at him, leaning down to grab your bag before walking toward the pool gate.

“You coming?”

“Wait!” He quickly grabbed his towel and ran after you. “You asked me if I wanted to try something, what are we trying exactly?”

“When it happens, you’ll know. Just follow my lead.” You winked at him as you pulled the gate open, leading the way back to your apartment, making sure to swing your hips just a little extra as he trailed behind you.

Once you got inside you decided to take a quick shower to get the sweat and chlorine off of you. It took everything in your power not to let your hand travel between your legs as the warm water cascaded down your body. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of the two boys just a wall away from you.

You exited the shower feeling pent up, so you decided it was time to put your plan in motion. You dried off before generously applying your favorite lotion all over your body, you take your hair out of the bun you threw it into to keep it dry and fluff it a bit in the mirror happy enough with how it looks since you’re hoping to get it pulled later anyways. You wrap your towel around yourself and walk across the hall into your bedroom without turning your back, but you feel eyes on you. You click the door shut gently, walking over to your dresser to find something sexy but still comfortable.

You decided on your tiniest black spandex shorts with no underwear and a little pink tank top that was thin enough to see the outline of your nipples without a bra. You topped it off with fuzzy black thigh highs and smirked at yourself in the full length mirror. Steve loved it when you wore this outfit.

You take a deep breath, hyping yourself up before exiting the room. When you step into the living area Steve and Eddie are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both on their phones with three plates sitting in front of them on the coffee table. Eddie had changed back into his jeans but his shirt was off and Steve was still in just his bright red slightly shorter than normal swim trunks. You bite your lip as you walk around the couch and scoot past Eddie, your ass practically swallowing those little shorts stopping in front of his face for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Hi boys, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat.” You say as you plop down between them, your thighs and tits bouncing deliciously in the corner of each of their eyes.

“You know I like to eat with you baby.” Steve leans into you, placing his large hand on the sliver of skin between your sock and your thigh.

“You guys are kind of disgusting, cute, but disgusting.” Eddie says as he picks up his sandwich, taking a large bite.

“Awww don’t be jealous Eddie bear, I’m sure Steve would grab your thigh too, if you ask nicely.”

Eddie inhales a piece of his sandwich, coughing as it hits the back of his throat, he grabs his water off the table and eagerly takes a drink.

“Wha-? Why would I? What?”

“Why would you do that? Because I know you want to…” You place your hand over his, pushing it slightly higher on your thigh as you clench them together.

“I don’t - I mean -“ Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“About what honey?” You ask innocently.

“You know what… How did you know? Are you mad? I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t-“

“Steve! Calm down. I know you like Eddie because you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are. I caught on about a week ago that you’ve been acting strange ever since you found out Eddie and I slept together. Also no I’m not mad, I already told Eddie it turns me on.” You bring your leg up to rest over his thighs, giving him a perfect view of your pussy in those tight little shorts. If they weren’t black he would be able to see how wet you are.

“You told him? You guys… talked about me?” There was a panicked look in his eyes that you wanted to soothe immediately.

“Yeah we did pretty boy, we talked about how cute you are when you get all flustered… and if you want to put your hand on my thigh, be my guest.” Eddie smirked, patting his large ringed hand against his jean clad thigh. “As long as it’s okay with your lady, that is.”

“Mmm that’s okay with me, as long as I get to touch you too…” Eddie took note of the fact that you just said touch in the general sense this time, nothing about his thigh.

“Yeah - uh - as long as that’s okay with Steve too…” The thought of not just Steve but you touching him was making him squirm.

“Yeah I - um… I think I’d be okay with that, yeah.” Steve sighed, and his grip on your thigh tightened.

“Yeah?” You looked him in the eyes, searching for any signs of doubt but you didn’t find any. Definitely some nervousness, but above all you saw a hunger in him that you’ve never seen before.

“Yeah.” He said more confidently this time.

“Cool.” You smirked as you turned your head towards Eddie, your eyes not leaving his as you brought your hand to rest as high on his thigh as it could be without fully palming his cock. “Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He feels like he’s been waiting years to hear you say those words again, because he has and he doesn’t wait another second to take your face in his hands and crash his lips against yours. Your hand leaves his thigh and snakes into his hair like it has many times before, you pull slightly causing him to moan into the kiss. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip but instead of granting him access you pull away, leaving him to subconsciously chase after your touch.

“Now kiss Steve.” You wrap your hand around the back of his neck and give him this look that makes him feel like he would do anything you asked in that moment, maybe even whenever you wanted. He’s never felt like that about anyone besides you.

You turn your head towards Steve, bringing your other hand to the back of your boyfriend’s neck.

“Would you like that baby? You want Eddie to kiss you, just like you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Uh huh - yeah.” Steve nods dumbly, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was really happening right now.

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice, he reaches across you to grab Steve’s face and pull his lips into kiss. Steve moans, the kiss feels like letting go of a deep breath he’s been holding for weeks and he wants more more more. His hands come up to Eddie’s shoulders to pull him closer and they’re practically squishing you but as you watch Eddie’s tongue dart into Steve’s mouth you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your hand snakes between your legs and you start to slowly grind against your palm, watching as Eddie practically devours your boyfriend. Steve is letting out these little whimpers you’ve never heard before and Eddie’s groans are something you don’t even realize you missed. A breathy moan escapes your lips and it causes the boys to break from their kiss, their eyes turning to look at you.

They both groan in unison at the sight of you, your tiny shorts hugging your body just right as you grind against your palm, your tits practically spilling out of that little top, breathy gasps leaving your mouth as your chest rapidly rises up and down.

“Awww it looks like someone’s feeling a little needy? You always were such a needy little slut.” Eddie's hand comes up to your jaw and cups your chin causing you to moan at the same time that Steve’s gaps, his eyes going wide in surprise.

“What? Do you guys not play like that? Does Stevie not know how naughty his little sweetheart really is?”

Steve is speechless, trying and failing to find words, he’s never been this hard in his life.

“Tell him princess, tell him how much of a little cock slut you are.” Eddie’s grip on your chin tightens slightly, causing your lips to pout, using his hand to tilt your head so you’re looking at your very flustered boyfriend.

“I’m a little - fuck - a little cock slut.” No one but Eddie has ever made you feel this way. Steve was rough with you sometimes but he was more of an attentive lover. You never trusted any of your other partners enough to give them this kind of power over you but Eddie immediately had you slipping into that space with him like you never left. His hand leaves your chin only to wrap loosely around your neck and pull you close to his chest.

“You don’t play rough with her pretty boy? She’s really fun like this.”

“I mean I do… just not… like that.” Steve’s eyes are all over the place, Eddie’s hand on your throat, the way his arm is pressed between your tits, Eddie’s bare chest. It was like his fantasy come to life but better.

“You gonna be a good girl for us, huh princess?” Eddie's grip on your throat tightens and it causes your eyes to roll back.

“Mhm.” You nod the best you can against his grip, your head starting to go fuzzy in the best way. Eddie’s hand leaves your throat to leave a harsh slap on your thigh that causes you to yelp.

“Use your words, or have you forgotten everything I taught you?” Eddie’s voice is a growl in your ear but his eyes are still boring directly into Steve’s.

“Yeah, yes, I’ll be a good girl.”

“You hear that Stevie? She’s gonna be a good girl for us, gonna let us play with her just how she likes. I think you’re going to be learning some things about not just yourself but your girl too tonight. You want that, want me to teach you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Steve’s hand comes down to palm his cock that feels like it’s about to bust out of his shorts.

“Alright. Get on your knees baby, now.”

Eddie releases his grip on your neck, his hands leaving you completely as he backs up to give you space to get up. You slide off the couch and onto your knees, deciding to tease them a little you crawl a few feet forward. Your tiny shirts are gripping your ass, the socks are hugging your thighs just right causing two different groans to sound behind you. You turn around to face them, tucking your legs under you as you sit on your knees with your hands folded in your lap, putting on your best “good girl” face.

You look between the two men, both of their eyes eating up every inch of you. Steve looks like he’s about to combust, his cheeks are flushed and his dick is so hard it looks like it’s about to rip his shorts open at the seams. Eddie’s more calm with a cocky look on his face but the slight dusting of red on his cheeks and the way his pants weren’t looking like they were holding on much better than Steve’s gave you a tiny glimpse of that fumbling teenage boy that you fell for that night in the van.

They were still sitting on opposite ends of the couch and you wanted them closer. You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted them closer to each other or you, but preferably both.

“Okay princess, want me to show your pretty boyfriend how you like to be played with?” Eddie leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his chin coming to rest on top of his folded hands. You wanted to bite his bare shoulders and suck his fingers into your mouth. He was so fucking hot.

“Yes, please sir.” You clench your thighs together and a whimper involuntarily leaves your mouth.

“I will baby, I’ll show him just how you like it. But first I’m gonna teach Steve how to play with me.” Eddie scoots across the couch quickly closing the distance between him and your boyfriend. His hand came to rest on Steve’s bare upper thigh. “You want that, pretty boy?”

“Yeah - yes.” Steve’s chest is rising up and down rapidly as his breath picks up, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and his dick twitches in his shorts. You could almost cum just looking at him. You watch as Eddie’s other hand comes up to tangle his fingers into Steve’s hair. He pulls Steve close to him, smashing his lips against his in a way that could only be described as hungry, starving even. Steve’s arms wrap around Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer, you see their tongues dart into each other's mouths and god this was hotter than you ever imagined.

Eddie’s hand inches up to palm Steve’s cock and you hear him moan into the kiss. Eddie palms him for a few seconds before grabbing him through the fabric causing Steve to break the kiss and throw his head back. This was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, and even though you know from your time playing with Eddie that you weren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission, you just couldn’t help yourself.

You slide your hand into your shorts, running your fingers through your wetness before bringing them up to rub circles around your clit. Eddie shoves his hand down Steve’s shorts almost in tandem with you and it only eggs you on more. You tried to hold your moans in as best you as you could, they were so lost in each other they hadn’t even noticed what you were up to.

Eddie has Steve’s shorts pulled down enough for his cock to be on display, fully jerking him off now and the sight causes you to slip up, a small whimper escaping you.

Eddie’s eyes snap toward you and as soon as he catches sight of your hand down your shorts he fucking smirks.

“Aww is somebody getting a little worked up over there? Feeling a little left out?” He mocks pouts at you.

“I mean left out wouldn’t be the right word, I’m kind of enjoying the show if I’m being honest.” You hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit, and Eddie was still jerking Steve off like it was his job. Steve was just focusing on not cumming, between the dynamic that you and Eddie were displaying, your hands down your pants, and the speed Eddie was jerking him off he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Why don’t we give you a front row seat then?” Eddie stands to his feet, leaving an edged Steve sitting on the couch trying to catch his breath. Eddie walks over so he’s standing above you, looking down at you like prey. “Steve, get over here.”

Your eyes dart over to Steve as he walks towards you looking bashful, kicking his shorts off on the way.

“Hey baby.” You smile up at him sweetly, running your hand up his thigh, your other still rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“Hi honey.” He reaches his hand down to cup your face and runs his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “You look so pretty down there… you know I love it when you wear this.” His hand runs down your neck to your shoulder where he tugs lightly on the thin strap of your top.

You clench your hand between your thighs, rocking against it as you make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. You feel a hand in your hair jerking you the opposite direction causing your eyes to snap over to the other man in the room.

“Aren’t you guys sweet? I thought we were playing rough tonight? Also were you given permission to touch yourself?” Your hair is wrapped around his fist and he shakes your head from side to side in a taunting manner. You want him to fucking destroy you.

“No - no sir, I’m sorry.” Your hands movements pause but you don’t remove it from your shorts.

“Fuck.” Steve curses under his breath, you calling Eddie sir was doing things to him he never thought it would. He thinks he might want you to call him that one day.

“I guess you’ll just have to get yourself off while I play with Steve then? Since you wanna touch yourself so bad. You remember the traffic system?”

“Yes. Green is good. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.” You nod your head the best you can against his grip.

“Good girl. Take your clothes off.” He releases you from his hold and turns to Steve as you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the socks on because you know it drives your boyfriend crazy. “You gonna be good for me too Stevie?” His hand reaches out to run down Steve’s broad chest, stopping just before his cock. Eddie runs the tips of his fingers across Steve’s abdomen and it makes him shiver.

“Yeah, I - uh - I’ll be good…” Steve’s face turns bright red and his breath starts to speed up again. Eddie turns to you with a fire in his eyes, spitting on his hand and bringing it to Steve’s cock, pumping him slowly.

“Okay. So here’s what’s going to happen… me and your pretty boyfriend are gonna get each other off and you don’t get to touch anyone but yourself, and then he’s going to cum on that pretty little face of yours. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you a treat after.”

He reaches for the button on his pants, unzipping them and pulling them off in one swift motion, his cock springing out directly in your face. It makes you salivate, it’s even prettier than you remember. You want to lean forward and wrap your lips around him, you want them to both shove their cocks in your mouth as far as they will fit. But you also really fucking want them to touch you so you spread your legs further and bring your fingers back to your folds, rubbing your wetness around.

Neither of them seem to notice as Eddie takes Steve’s hand in his free one, spitting on it and bringing it to his cock. Steve lets out a groan, his hips thrusting into Eddie’s hand.

“Traffic system goes for you too, pretty boy.”

Steve nods and Eddie reaches his hand out to grab Steve’s throat, pulling him in to attach their lips. You watch as beads of precum start to drip from both of their tips, their hands jerking each other off in tandem. You reach down to insert two fingers inside yourself, your other hand joining it, continuing to rub circles against your clit.

Their moans and the way they’re grabbing each other is driving you crazy, and as much as you wish their hands were on you too the sight already had you close to the edge.

“Fucking shit, you guys are so hot.” Your moans increase in volume, your fingers speeding up as you rock against them.

Eddie breaks the kiss to look down at you, that damn smirk spreading across his lips.

“Did I say you could talk, slut?” He grips your cheeks, squishing your lips together and you whimper out a no.

“Looks like we’ll just have to shut you up then.”

He lets go of your face and brings his fingers up to Steve’s lips.

“Suck.” Steve eagerly wraps his lips around the digits, sucking greedily.

Eddie looks at him and sticks his tongue out expectantly. It takes Steve a second to catch on, the feeling of Eddie’s thick fingers in his mouth combined with how fast he was jerking his cock clouding his mind. Once he did he brought his own fingers up to Eddie’s mouth, moaning around the curly haired man’s fingers at the feeling of his tongue.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve’s mouth, rubbing his slick fingers against your lips. You’re quicker than Steve, taking the hint and immediately sucking his fingers into your mouth. He pulls his head back so Steve’s fingers slip out of his own mouth and your boyfriend is quicker this time, his fingers joining Eddie’s as you take all four digits into your mouth.

The feeling of your mouth being so full, the way they had started kissing loudly again above you, their hips thrusting into echoing others fists, and your own fingers pushed you over the edge. You cum hard, moaning and drooling around their fingers. You lock eyes with Steve as your orgasm crashes over you, your hips rocking against your own fingers as you moan around theirs.

“Good fucking girl, cumming for us like that. Isn’t she a good girl, Steve?” Eddie’s voice comes out a breathy groan, Steve’s hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Yeah - she’s so - fuck, she’s so fucking good.” Looking at your boyfriend you can tell by the way the speed of his hips has picked up as he thrusts into the other man’s hand and the moans leaving his lips that he’s close.

You pull your fingers out of your pussy but continue to run small circles over your clit, feeling sensitive after you just came. You moan around their fingers, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest. You wrap your lips tighter around them and roll your tongue along the bottoms of the digits causing Steve to let out a loud groan.

“You gonna cum for us baby boy? Come on, cum all over her pretty little face.” Eddie pulls his fingers out of your mouth to grip your jaw and it causes Steve’s to fall from your lips as well. His grip is strong, holding you in place while he continues to send your boyfriend closer and closer to the edge. “Stick your tongue out.”

Steve is a mess, Eddie’s hand is slick with spit and precum against his cock, you’re staring up at him with your tongue sticking out, your eyes are glazed over and Eddie’s hand looks just how he imagined it would on you, you still have drool coating your lips and chin and Steve can’t take it anymore. He cums hard, his cum coats your tongue, dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

“Holy fucking shit.” Steve groans when Eddie’s hand releases his over sensitive cock, his hands coming up to run through his silky locks. Your tongue is still out, more cum starting to slide down onto your chest. Eddie looks at you entranced for a moment before getting down on his knees in front of you, leaning down to run his tongue between your tits, stopping to lick across your chin before sucking your tongue into his mouth, intertwining it with his.

He greedily takes Steve’s cum into his mouth, moaning into the kiss.

“Mmm I just had to find out what pretty boy tastes like.”

Eddie pulls away from you, your face is in his big hands and the look in his eyes is that same one from earlier that almost takes you back to your first time with him. He was looking at you with adoration. Even though he just ate your boyfriend’s cum from your mouth, this somehow felt more intimate.

“You gonna let me fuck you now baby? While Steve watches? Just like all his little fantasies.”

“Yeah, please, please fuck me Eddie.” Your voice came out a whine and you didn’t even have it in yourself to be embarrassed about it, you weren’t above begging at this point.

“Okay, hands and knees, face the couch so Stevie has a good view while I fucking ruin his little princess.”

Steve shuffled towards the couch and took a seat on the middle cousin while you turned towards him on your knees, your back arched and your ass in the air giving Eddie the perfect view of your dripping wet pussy.

“How are you doing baby? Are you good?” You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, who was still flushed from how hard he came minutes ago, but somehow it looked like he was already getting hard again. Steve had good stamina but this must really be doing it for him.

“Yeah honey, I’m good, great even. You look so fucking sexy. You both do.” You watch Steve’s eyes travel behind you and you can only assume he’s locking eyes with Eddie. What you didn’t see was the flustered look on his face when Steve complimented him for the first time.

You felt large ringed hands grab your ass, spreading it apart, right before you felt Eddie’s tongue dive directly into your pussy. You cry out at the sensation, knowing you would’ve felt forward if it wasn’t for Eddie's strong grip on your ass. His tongue ran circles along your clit before he took it into his mouth, sucking hard. One of his hands leaves your ass and you feel his large fingers circling your entrance before he pushes two deep inside you, immediately curling them just the right way.

“Fuck! Eddie oh my god, that’s so good fuck! That's so good.”

You start rocking back against his fingers as you open your eyes that fell closed to look at Steve, he’s almost fully hard again and he looks fucking feral. His eyes are dark and he’s biting his lip so hard that it looks like he could break the skin. He brings his hand to his cock to run his palm over his shaft, letting out a little groan at the feeling. Eddie continues licking and sucking your clit as his fingers drag against that perfect spot. You were so lost in just how good it felt, the feeling of finally having one of them touching you after waiting for what felt like hours that your orgasm snuck up on you.

“Oh my god - oh my god - I’m cumming I’m cumming fuuuuck.”

Your arms give out causing your face to hit the plush carpet but you’re too lost in pleasure to care. Eddie continues fucking his fingers into you through your high before pulling away. He looks Steve directly in the eyes as he brings his fingers coated in your wetness to his mouth, sucking them clean. You had barely come down from your high when you felt Eddie’s dick run through your folds.

“You taste even better than I remember, do you feel just as good too?” Eddie asked you as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. He pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times before shoving his cock halfway in you in one thrust. “Fuck, you feel even better than I remember.”

You know he is just trying to give you time to adjust but you can’t wait anymore, you need him inside you again. Now. You push back against him, the rest of his cock nestles deep inside you and you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Fuck Eds, you feel so good, please don’t hold back, I want you to ruin me.”

Eddie growls, grabbing onto your hips as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace. You push back up onto your hands so you can look at Steve and he’s fully hard now, his hand wrapped around his cock as he drinks you and Eddie in. His eyes don’t know where to settle, the look on your face, the way your ass jiggles as Eddie’s hands move to grip onto it, Eddie’s hands. He could see the way his cock was slipping in and out of you and the mixture of the sounds of your skin slapping together and the sounds leaving both of you making him crazy.

“This what you wanted Steve? Just wanted to see me ruin your girl?” Eddie’s hands leave your ass, one snaking around to rub your clit and the other yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. This new angle had him hitting deeper, his fingers slipped along your dripping pussy in tandem with his thrusts and you felt yourself already getting close again.

“Yeah this is what I wanted, it’s been better than I imagined, fuuuuck.”

You watch as your boyfriend tilts his head down to spit on his cock, his moans getting breathier. Eddie continued to pound into you, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around your throat and your third orgasm of the night hit you light a freight train.

“God damn this pussy is so fucking tight, feels so good when you clench around me like that baby, shit. Can you be a good girl and do it again for me, huh?” Eddie’s voice is rough in your ear and if he kept it up how he was going you were going to be cumming again very soon.

“Yeah - yeah I’ll be - fuuuuck oh my god! I’ll be good, I'll be such a good girl for you and Stevie wanna be your best girl.”

“Turn around, I wanna watch you when you come undone under me again.”

Eddie pulls his cock out of you and scoots back to give you room to turn around. You lay on your back and look up at him, his hair is all over the place, his eyes blown wide, there’s a sheen of sweat on his broad chest that made his tattoos almost shine. He was beautiful, in that moment you realized how much you missed this, missed him. You couldn’t help but think that you didn’t want this to be a one time thing, you wanted more. You wanted them both all the time and you almost felt greedy for it but before you had too much time to linger on those thoughts Eddie was gripping your thighs and throwing them around his hips. He takes his cock in one hand, pushing it deep into your pussy in one thrust. He resumes fucking you as hard and fast as he was before, causing your eyes to roll back.

Meanwhile Steve was going insane, he has a better view of Eddie’s cock now, it’s coated in your cum and sliding so deliciously in and out of you. But his eyes keep traveling back to Eddie’s face, he would hold eye contact with him each time, the moans Steve had been dying to hear for weeks, he was licking and biting his lips and Steve could not stop thinking about them being wrapped around his cock.

“If you want me to suck your cock pretty boy, all you have to do is ask.” Eddie smirks at Steve, he could see the way his eyes kept lingering on his lips and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want his mouth on him.

“Yeah? You sure it’s me that wants it and not you? You did say you loved guys. Prove it.”

Eddie’s thrusts momentarily falter at the tone of the other man’s voice, Steve seemed so nervous before but the way he was looking at him now made him feel like he was gonna bust.

“Come over here then.” He sticks his tongue out, his thrusts picking up again.

Steve stands to his feet, walking over to stand over Eddie. He grabs his cock in his hand and taps it on the metal head's tongue a few times before pushing it into his mouth with a groan. Eddie starts eagerly bobbing his head up and down on Steve’s cock while he continues to pound into you.

“Fuuuuuckkk, oh my god, yeah that’s fucking - that’s so fucking good.” Steve feels like he’s going to cum again already. You’re looking up at him while profanities leave your lips and Eddie’s big brown eyes are locked on Steve’s face. One of his hands comes up to cup Steve’s balls and he loses it. Grabbing two fistfuls of Eddie’s hair and shoving his cock deep into his throat.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, you want that? You seem like you’d be into that.” Eddie nods as best as he can and Steve takes that as the go ahead, thrusting in and out of the other man’s mouth. “You look so good baby, taking Eddie’s dick so good, look at you. Fuck! Yeah that’s so good, fuck, you’re fucking her so good. You guys are so fucking hot.”

“You guys are so hot too fuck. Fuck Eddie you feel so good, just like I remember. I want you to fuck me full, I wanna make you cum.” Eddie’s hand that isn’t on Steve’s balls comes to rub your clit and angle your hips so he’s hitting that perfect stop again. “I’m gonna fucking cum! Shit! Cum with me please please I want you both to cum with me.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” Steve shoves his cock far down Eddie’s throat, causing him to gag and the feeling sends him over the edge, spilling down his throat. Eddie pulls off his cock, turning towards you to grab your jaw.

“Open” You stick your tongue out and he spits Steve’s cum into your mouth, sharing your boyfriend's cum with each other for the second time that night. “Good fucking girl, you’re such a good girl.”

You cum the hardest you have all night, your walls clench around Eddie’s cock and the feeling sends him over the edge. Hot ropes off his cum spilling inside you he fucks you through it until his thrusts falter and he collapses in top of you. After a second rolls off of you onto his back on the ground, the feeling of him slipping out of you makes you feel empty. Steve gets down on the ground next to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You turn towards him, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. You get lost in the kiss for a moment and then you hear Eddie shuffle beside you.

You remove your lips from Steve’s to look over at him and he’s already standing up. Grabbing his pants and pulling them up his legs. You watch as he walks toward the chair that his shirt was laying on, and you push yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He pulls his shirt over his head and starts walking towards the door to his shoes.

“Eddie? Where are you going? Are you leaving?” You scramble to your feet, hastily walking over to him.

“Uh - yeah? I don’t wanna linger, I'm sure you guys have shit to do.” He starts pulling his socks on his feet and you rip them from his hands.

“What do you mean linger? You want to leave?” You look at him with your brows knitted together, a pout on your lips and Eddie thinks he would give you just about anything. But you aren’t his, and he can’t stay here and watch you with Steve. Not after that, at least not right now.

“I mean, I figured this was just a one time get it out of your system kinda thing. I don’t usually stick around after hookups.” Eddie shrugged, trying to keep his face nonchalant.

“That’s all this was to you? A hookup? I thought…”

“Was it more than that to you?” His voice came out soft, almost nervous.

“I mean I was hoping we could, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” You sighed, letting your head drop in frustration. You wanted him to stay.

“We want you to stay. If you want to. It doesn’t have to be a one time thing. I know you both don’t want it to be, and I don’t either. I might not be sneaky but you aren’t either, I see the way you look at each other.” Steve comes up behind you, his hands running up and down your arms, reassuring you with his touch.

“I - what do you even mean? You want me to be like your boy toy or something? I don’t know if I’m up for that.”

Eddie shakes his head, he can’t handle being someone you just fooled around with sometimes. He tried to shove the feelings down for so long but today just proved to him that he couldn’t just pretend he didn’t love you anymore. He also really likes Steve, he could see himself loving him one day and that terrifies him.

“No, I was thinking more like… boyfriend.” Steve wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling your still naked body against his. “That’s what you want, isn’t it baby? You want Eddie around all the time?”

“Yeah but-“

“No buts, I’m not jealous or upset, I know you love me. I want him too, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t okay with it, if I didn’t want it.” He runs his nose along the side of your throat before bringing his lips up to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“I - uh - yeah, okay. Only if Eddie wants though.. I know he doesn’t do relationships and this is a really weird situation and-“

“Hey. Baby.” Eddie walks up to you now, taking your face in his hands. “You wanna know why I don’t do relationships? You. It’s always been you. Yeah this is a weird situation but if I get to have you? And I get to have a boyfriend with a cute little ass too? Doesn't sound too bad to me…”

“Yeah?” You look at him with a twinkle in your eye, like he hung the stars just for you, he missed you looking at him like that. He wouldn’t mind getting used to it. “How would that even work?”

“Don’t worry about that right now honey, we will figure it out together, okay? For now I think we should all get cleaned up. Take a nice shower, we can DoorDash some food and find a movie on Netflix.” Steve’s voice is soft and sweet, they are both touching you like you might break and their words make you want to cry tears of joy.

“Can I suck you guys off in the shower? When you had your fingers in my mouth I had this thought…”

“You are insatiable, there will be plenty of time for that. For now, let’s just be together. Yeah?” Eddie chuckles, squishing your cheeks playfully before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“So, you’ll stay?” You bring your hands to rest over his, nuzzling your face into his palms.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me too baby.”

“Even if it’s forever?” Steve’s voice comes from behind you and it warms your heart and soul.

“Even then.” Eddie smiles at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

You spend the rest of the night just being together, laughing and kissing, making plans and promises. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful, the beginning of forever, with your boys.

Taggies: @onegirlmanytales @taintedcigs @jamdoughnutmagician @laylaloves-ed 🖤🖤

[spiderrrling]

Question. How would lovesick!Eddie propose?

Aaaaa this is slightly messy but I got some inspo for whatever this is so enjoy (also this is written so late but it had to be done and it's so long for being a blurb)

Eddie had been proposing to you since the day he met you. Sometimes you could tell he was joking, but other times you struggled to see past his soft due brown eyes and actually understand what was going on beneath the continuous mess of soft curls. To him it didn’t matter that you were young, immature, still in high school, to him all that matters is you.

Here are the times Eddie mentioned marrying you vs the one time he really did ask

The first time…

The sickly sweet Hawkins summer air was clinging to your skin, getting tangled up in your hair, seeping into your bones until there was no worry left in your mind. Your limbs tangled with Eddie’s as you lay in the back of his van, the doors thrown wide open letting in the summer air. Outside the grass was risking turning gray from the relentless heat and lack of rain, luckily on days like this escaping to the lake seemed so easy.

You hadn’t been dating Eddie long, a few weeks at most, not enough time for the honeymoon phase to have passed, still in the time where you find yourself lost in his being during the long summer days you spent together.

But you were othing compared to him, he was head over heels. Eddie was convinced he had been in love with you since the moment you first locked eyes with him in the hallways of Hawkins High. Ever since then he had been completely gone, there was no one but you.

“You’re so beautiful” he laughs into your mouth between shared lazy kisses you exchange, “it’s crazy” another kiss lands on your lips, “no one should be allowed to be this beautiful.”

His words make you laugh, and Eddie believes it is the sweetest sound he has ever heard, if he could put it on a cassette tape and cherish it forever he would.

“You’re ridiculous” you place a kiss along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that was growing along the bottom of his face, taking a second to breathe him in.

“And you love it” he pulls away enough to be able to look at you, nudging at your nose with his, what for he wasn’t really sure he just craved being close to you.

“I do,” while not traditional, Eddie had told you that he loved you only seconds after your first shared kiss, and you had returned the words too him. You lean back, closing your eyes and rolling over on your back, your hands folded across your stomach as you let your eyes slide shut.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” Eddie didn’t know where the words came from, they simply spilled out of him before he could stop himself. His eyes so transfixed on you, watching the soft sun beams adorning your face, catching on your lips, being caught in your hair. If you had asked him, the two of you might as well have been the only two people on the plannet for all that matters.

“What makes you say that?” once again his words make you laugh, but mostly in shock this time. You let your eyes stay shut as you respond to him, almost a little scared to look at him and face the expression he is probably wearing.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been thought about it, even though it was early the thought had managed to snake it’s way into your head, and while you knew you were looking at the world through rose tinted glasses, you wanted a normal with Eddie.

Dinners after work shifts, doing dishes next to each other, falling asleep on the couch watching re runs of Miami vice. You wanted all of it.

“Not now- but I will, I just know it” he laughs again, laying down next to you and reaching for your hand, “but don’t you worry your pretty little head about it”

The second time…

Summer had rolled into the fall, the relentlessly hot days had rolled over into the mild days of the early fall as school started over again. You felt like you could breathe properly again, yet you longed for the days of summer spent tangled with Eddie for days on end.

It wasn’t meant to be serious, just as a small joke, just a tiny piece of paper he passed to you during class.

A hurried doodle of a little diamond ring with a question mark next to it. There were no words but the note still said a million things to you.

Turning around you managed to catch a glimpse of his ear to ear grin, which you met only with a slight eye roll and a quiet laugh, hoping no one around you noticing what was going on.

“So what was that,” you prompt him as you find his hand, linking your fingers while the two of you make your way out of study hall.

“What was what?” the same grin was back on Eddie’s face, the kind that made his cheeks hurt after a while and wrinkles form around the corners of his eyes, the kind of smile you normally would never see at school.

“I already told you, I’m marrying you one day, just had to remind you,”

“Just know that when you ask, I’ll say yes,”

The third time…

The heavy rain of the late fall was pouring outside, hammering against the thin metal sheets that made up the Munson trailer, the echo it created almost overwhelming but there was something about it you had fallen in love with.

Curled up in bed next to Eddie, one of his old shirts pulled up over your head as your fingers played invisible games with ech other. You were hidden away from the rest of the world, noting bad could happen here, nothing could reach you when you were tucked away like this. Whispers exchanged between you even though you knew you were alone.

You started fidgeting with his rings, letting your fingertips run across the cold metal before lacing your fingers with his, bringing his hand up to your line of sight to look at them closely. The three large fake silver bands adorned his right hand, you knew they were just three of the many rings he had collected over the years.

But the ring on his left hand was different, it was the only one he wore consistently, if he could help it he would never ever take it off. Your other hand finds his in the dead quiet of the loud echo, the lonely band slid on his ring finger.

“You like that one?” Eddie whispers to you as he notices you’re looking at the band, a simple woven metal band.

“You always wear this one,” your words come out more as a question than a statement, but to be honest you honestly werent sure which one you meant it as.

“C’mere,” Eddie untangled your fingers, but never letting your hands go as he slides the ring off his finger, the metal band cold and heavy between his fingers as he holds it up for you, letting you see it before he slowly slides it onto your ring finger. “There, much better”

“What’s that for?”

“You know exactly what that’s for,”

“I’m not saying yes, not yet”

“You don’t have to, it’s just a promise that i’ll ask you properly one day,”

There were about a hundred more times before Eddie would ask you for real, asking you to marry him over the most trivial tasks

“Baby can you pass me the remote,”

“Only if you marry me,” he’d jokingly say with big eyes before laughing and doing what you asked him to do, but you knew that one day it would come for real

But what Eddie didn’t expect was how he would actually end up proposing to you, he had it planned out, the whole nine yards planned down to the last detail. He bought flowers, made dinner reservations, and he bought the perfect ring.

He had been head over heels for you since the day he first met you, and if it was his choice he would have married you on the spot because he just knew. That’s all it took was seeing you, and he knew you were the one he was supposed to meet.

Eddie never believed in fate or soulmates before he met you, he had no reason to, his cynical cold world view melted the day he first heard your laugh, and after that he was a total gonner. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

But while you drew out the romantic side of him, the soft side that longed for kisses, and closeness to you, he was still the same impatient person.

All it took was seeing you sitting on the couch in the trailer, your feet pulled up beneath you, one of Eddie’s fantasy books cracked open on your lap, the spine was wide as your forearm as you slowly tried to make your way through the newest book from Eddie’s library. That’s all it took for him, he was in love with you, every part of your being he adored.

“Will you marry me?” as they often do when he is around you, the words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, but maybe he didn’t actually want to this time. Eddie moves to sit on the floor in front of you, pushing the coffee table out of the way as he looks up at you. “I’m asking now, for real.” The small black box in his pocket felt like it was burning a hole through his skin.

Before he can react you jump into his embrace, grabbing your arms around his neck and laughing as he struggles to keep you both sitting upright before giving up and letting you both fall to the floor laughing between shared kisses.

“Ask me again please,”

“Will you,” he looks at you and pauses for a moment, fishing the box out of his pocket, laughing as he struggles to open it and show you, “marry me?” Eddie finishes off as he finally manages to open the box, presenting the little ring to you.

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“I do,”

[toska-writes]

“Tranquility… Sort of”

Summary: It was really hot- after a tricky battle everyone’s nerves could use a little washing away

Pairing: Hardcase x GN padawan reader (P-L-A-T-O-N-I-C)

Warning: None :) please enjoy!

Word Count: 1259

Notes: So I had another fic in progress but I couldn’t focus on one thing so this was mood written purely in the moment but y’all seemed to like the last spontaneous one! (My first Hunter one)

It was hot- very very hot.

Trudging all the way back to meet the ships that’s all that filled your mind, even if you tried not too.

The campaign was more a success then you all originally thought, the causality numbers were low and the objective was obtained quickly. But why this was taking forever you didn’t know.

No one dared speak as the footfalls echoed and crutched behind you. Silently your master held a small canteen of water out to you and you gratefully took it.

Anakin gave a small smile and once again the silence took over your senses.

You could feel the morale around you dropping and this just put you down more- after any battle the first thing you wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a while, but now that wasn’t really an option.

A brave voice started a small quite conversation behind you which was a good sign- because if there was silence for this long in the 501st you knew something was off.

Since the danger was behind them Anakin now started a chat with Rex who led the way with the other Jedi, no sooner than this a small tap at your shoulder pulled you into the small group conversation behind.

Lines of ranks now merged into one jumbled group as voice now floated around- still not as loud as in the barracks but that was fine.

You fell between Jeese and Hardcase who already took off their helmets and clipped the to their sides. Hardcase bumped shoulders with you pushing you slightly into Jesse with a sly smile on his face.

“I’m glad someone’s in a decent mood.” You half joked looking up the the trooper.

It was Jesses turn to get your attention as he said. “We were trying to figure out the odds that the General would let us stop for a moment, maybe cool off in a huge lake coming up.”

Many of the men around you nodded in agreement to this idea. “The real challenge is getting the captain to stop for a little bit.” You smiled already on board with this plan.

Hardcase was about to agree when Anakins voice rang out. “The ships running a little late so it might be a while before we see it. If we could find a place to stop that would be ideal”

Hardcase turned to you with a growing grin on his face, He wiggled his eyebrows quickly before pulling you back to the front of the group. Someone was watching out for you all now and you were ever grateful.

“You know Sir there’s a nice lake just up head not even a click off, it wouldn’t be a bad place to camp for the time being.”

You could already see the wheels turning in your masters mind as he thought it over. You flashed a smile up to Hardcase already knowing you had this in the bag. The sweat that gathered above Anakins brow already answered for him.

Quickly glancing at Rex for his thoughts and earning a small nod Anakin announced the plan to the group.

The rest of the clones seemed to get riled up at the fact that a nice break was in sight as a race broke out between you, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives, Echo and a few more to the lake that was now on the horizon.

Fives let out a happy holler while running before getting to the stop first.

Piling the top of his kit in one spot not even bothering to remove the bottoms he dove into the water with Echo following suit.

The rest of you followed his actions as armor was now littered all over the ground. To say the least it was going to be a soggy ride home.

You stripped a few layers of the robes you were wearing and placed your lightsaber down gently before you raced into the water.

The water was a nice greeting around your legs as you pretty much relaxed as you stood in the shallows for a moment. Just ahead about waist deep you saw some men already gathered there splashing each other.

With his back turned to you it was the perfect opportunity to knock him fully into the water. You made contact as you swam over, pushing Hardcase down by his shoulders you laughed as he breached the surface once again.

He spat some water out with a mock look of hurt on his face. “Sorry to say this commander but you left me with no choice. This means war.”

Quickly looking around you tried to swim behind Fives who was watching nearby. He laughed before saying. “Oh no you did this yourself.”

Hardcase came around quickly, letting out a loud scream he picked you up and as if you weighed nothing threw you into the water just ahead with a huge splash.

Coming back above the cool water you laughed trying to swim back to him. As you got into reach you tried to splash and get him underwater before he knew what was going on.

Hardcase was fast you had to give him that. Once again you were wrestling in the water as he got the upper hand and lifted you out of the water. With a giggly scream he threw you to Jesse who was waiting to catch you near by.

Then it was off to Tup, then Fives, then Hardcase again. By the end of the first round you were taken over by laughter.

You gripped on to Hardcase as the two of you looked over to where Fives and Echo were up to something.

Fives broke up from the water with Echo on his shoulders- how heavy that was with a full arc trooper and half of his gear on was unknown but pretty impressive.

“Oh I see how this is.” Hardcase laughed as he went under and you got the hint to go on his own shoulders.

A few other followed suit and now you were ready for an old fashioned chicken fight.

Hardcase took off without a moments notice running (well as well as you could run in water) towards Fives and Echo.

You gripped Echos shoulders with a smile on your face trying to get him off of Fives, Hardcase tried the same thing.

Echo grappled for your shoulders nearly pulling you in multiple times.

Turning around the pair your partner tried to take out Fives legs and in a moment of being unbalanced you shoved Echo into the water.

Hardcase let out one scream of a laugh as the both reappeared from the water.

You threw your hands up into the air with victory as Hardcase jumped around through the water with you.

One moment you were celebrating the next your whole body was met with the cold hug of the water. Very confused you looked to Hardcase as you came back up for a breath.

Standing behind where you two once towered was Rex with a very smiley General Skywalker on his shoulders.

“Care for a proper fight my padawan or are you two no match.” He quipped from the top. Rex flashed an evil grin of his own.

Hardcase landed a hand on your shoulder and with a brisk nod you said. “Oh it’s on.”

In this moment all thoughts about the war that burdened all of you so seemed to wash off in the cooling water below. Everything seemed normal and happy, and you wished it could last just five minutes longer.

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soul meets soul on lovers lips (ao3)

one:

There have been many moments in Alex’s life alongside Henry where he has had the earth shattering realisation that this is it for him. That he wants to spend the rest of his life with Henry. If he thinks hard enough about it, it’s probably something that he had subconsciously known right from their very first night; under the light from the moon and her constellations, in the swirling cold of the wintery night with snowflakes faintly floating down to earth before subsequently melting away, with the backdrop of fireworks whizzing up and up and up before exploding into multi colours. As terribly clichéd as it sounds, there is a small part of Alex that has always truly believed that those fireworks crackling into life high in the sky represented his mind, body and soul that night. He was completely consumed by Henry - entranced - and he has been ever since.

That was the first moment that Alex realised his fate in life, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

He realised it again at the lake house, in the midst of a swelteringly hot summer with only the water in the lake and the best of Mexican beer to cool them down. He realised it in the late nights they had there, laying with their backs against the wooden floor of the porch, arms wrapping around each other, staring up at the sky, entirely content to just lay there and count all of the stars that shine down on them. He realised it there in the mornings, Henry making sure that Alex’s coffee had just the right amount of cinnamon, handing it to him with a warm kiss against his temple, a hand sliding over Alex’s back and just leaving it there. He especially realised it there, seeing Henry interacting with his dad and with June and with Nora, hanging onto their every word, enjoying and laughing at his family’s jokes, eyes lighting up with every embarrassing story they tell about Alex.

His mom’s re-election night was another moment he realised it. Henry was there throughout it all, standing right by his side all night long, whispering gentle words of affirmation and comfort, a hand circling Alex’s back in an attempt to calm him down. As Alex’s hand reached out for Henry to hold, he realised it again, standing right there on that stage, his mom reading her speech thanking the American public for voting for her to have four more years in office. He realised then, that it had to be forever, because he was standing right there with his boyfriend at such a hugely momentous, historical moment, and he simply couldn't bare the thought thought of history books referring to them in this moment in time as ‘the FSOTUS and his ex-boyfriend, the Prince of Wales’. He never wants Henry to be referred to as that. The thought actually scares him. 

He realises it every morning, in the way that Henry looks at him when they wake up in their home together, side by side, breathing slowly as hands trail over each others’ bodies, reciting it to their memory. It’s in every kiss, every touch, every shared joke. 

It doesn’t exactly become a reality until Alex decides one morning that this is it. This is his life.

He pads downstairs, a yawn leaving his mouth, jaw cracking at the stretch. He’s got one hand carding through his wild hair, glasses on after a full night of having his head in law books under the dim glow of his bedside lamp. There’s a familiar scent wafting through the brownstone, an inviting sound of Henry humming happily to an old song on the radio and it takes until he gets to the bottom of the stairs for Alex to realise what the song is. 

“Is this from your dads Bond film?” 

Henry spins around, a warm smile growing on his mouth as he sees Alex in all his soft, early morning look - still in his plaid pyjama trousers, wild hair and morning stubble. “It is.” Henry confirms. “I remember him and my mum slow dancing to it one evening. Bea and I decided to sneak out of our bedrooms one night. I think the original plan was to raid the kitchen, if I remember correctly, but we heard music, so we followed it and we sat in the corridor, looking through the crack in the door and there they were. I remember thinking at the time, that must be what love is.”

There’s a thoughtful pause for a moment, before Henry passes a mug to Alex. Coffee, with cinnamon. Henry makes it so perfectly that nobody else’s suffices now. Alex takes the first sip, and suddenly all is right in the world. It helps that Henry is also drinking - his tea, instead of coffee. You can take the man out of England, but you can’t take the England out of the man. They have matching mugs, because unfortunately they are that couple. Alex’s has an A printed in calligraphy, and Henry’s has a H. They were a house warming gift from Bea, and now they sit pride of place in their kitchen, even if they get mentioned every single time they have people over. Henry takes the silence, and presses a gentle kiss to Alex’s temple before he brushes the hair out of his eyes and Alex knows then, when he looks right at Henry and he is overcome with the feeling of peace and serenity. He knows that it’s time to propose. 

He could do it right there and then, and he knows that Henry would say yes. But the thing is, Henry deserves better than that. He deserves a romantic proposal. So instead, Alex cheekily asks another question. “Is that why you wanted to slow dance with someone at the V&A?” 

A smile twitches on Henry’s lips at the memory. “It is, actually.” 

The flush that burns brightly across Henry’s cheeks makes Alex’s insides equally as warm. 

Later, when Henry has left their home to go into the office for some back to back meetings with Pez about an upcoming fundraising event for the shelter, Alex decides to put his plan into action. 

A ringing tone trills through his phone until it abruptly cuts off and a familiar voice speaks. “How’s my favourite brother in law doing today?”

Alex smiles softly. “One: I’m your only brother in law.” His words elicit a small chuckle from Bea. “Two: it’s great that you already see me as that because by the way, I want to propose to your brother. Like, soon. The hot one. Not Philip.”

“Ew.” Bea responds, and Alex can practically picture her nose crinkling up in the exact same way that Henry’s does. “But Alex! That’s amazing, I already know he’ll say yes, he’s stupidly in love with you! I need to know everything, tell me everything.”

Alex lets out a shaky breath. He knows that Henry will agree to marry him, but hearing it from Bea just confirms it further. There’s not even a single atom within him that questions if he’s doing the right thing, because he knows he is. “I actually need your help. Do you have any photos of your dads ring? I want to get a similar one for Hen.”

Bea coos. “Leave that to me, I’ll work my magic and get back to you with the information of jewellers. How are you proposing?”

The thing is, Alex may have only just decided that he wants to propose to Henry soon, but he’s actually been thinking about how he could do so, for months if not years at this point. He’s thought about it all, and so he knows exactly what he wants to do, where and when. “I’m thinking of making him a book. The story of us, told through his favourite literature quotes.”

two:

There have been many moments in Henry’s life alongside Alex where he has had the earth shattering realisation that this is it for him. That he wants to spend the rest of his life with Alex. If he thinks hard enough about it, it’s probably something that j has subconsciously known from even before their first kiss; way back in Rio at the summer Olympics. It had been a busy day, and Henry, full of grief after the recent loss of his father, hadn’t wanted to have been there at all. It was something that was forced upon him, and as he trudged his way through the day, plastering a fake smile upon his face, he had been introduced to Alex. Bright eyed Alex, a twinkle in the brown of his iris, a childish blush blooming on his cheeks. He had been so excited to meet Henry, only for Henry to feel a nauseous wave of grief - because how dare anyone smile so brightly in his presence when his whole world had been suddenly dimmed - and turn his back to the American. It was only afterwards that Henry had regretted not speaking to Alex, regretted not hanging off his every word, regretted not allowing Alex’s smile to worm its way into his life. It was only afterwards, when he spent the remainder of his time at the Olympics looking desperately across the room, trying to catch a glimpse of him. It was only afterwards, when Henry would actually read the newspapers and the magazines for the first time in a long time, just to stare at pictures of Alex, that he truly understood his reasoning behind it. He wanted to be surrounded by Alex, his heart skipping a beat or three when he thinks of all the ways that could be achieved. He was completely consumed by Alex - enchanted, really - and they weren’t even close to being friends back then, let alone anything else. Yet he knew that Alex was special to him.

That was the first moment that Henry realised his destiny, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

The next time that Henry realised it was during their first kiss, when he finally felt Alex pressing into the kiss, his hands rising to his waist, pulling and holding them close together. It had been electrifying, a tingle on his lips and feeling all light headed as he finally revealed his truth to Alex. Henry lives with two regrets about that night: that it hadn’t happened sooner, and that he ran away. 

He realised it further in Paris, as Alex pushed past the intrusion and remained inside of him, both of them moving slowly under soft breaths and the warm glow of the lamps. It had been so romantic, in the city of love, and he knew it then, wholeheartedly, but he kept it hidden away, locked up. He didn’t want to scare Alex away with the confessions of his heart. 

He had realised it further again late at night, when he could hear the slamming of fists against doors and a very familiar voice shouting, and then Alex appeared, dripping wet, the rain practically creating a puddle at his feet and there Alex was - professing his love for Henry - and for the first time in a long time, Henry had something to lose. He felt it in the museum in the dead of the night, with nobody around to see them, slow dancing together amidst all of the statues. That night, there was a small part of his brain that supplied him with the idea of slow dancing at their wedding, all shy smiles and gentle kisses, their families and friends watching on. 

He realises it nearly every single day now, in the way that Alex kisses him softly after waking up together, side by side, limbs all tangled up, in the building that they made their home together. He realises it when Alex takes him out of his darkness on his worst days, the way he knows Henry inside and out now, and so he knows exactly how to get him to smile, what to say and even when words aren’t enough, Alex’s hugs are. It’s in every kiss, every touch, every shared joke. 

This week, Henry is back in England on official royal engagement business. It’s been feeling like one of the longest weeks of his life, with no end in sight for the majority of it. Quite frankly, it’s been nothing short of exhausting, and it’s been even worse knowing that he can’t come home to Alex at the end of a long day, because Alex is back in New York, three and a half thousand miles away.

Henry walks down the corridor of a familiar hospital, a smile tugging at his lips as he walks past a certain storage cupboard, when his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from Alex, a photo of him and David. They are lounging in Alex and Henry’s bed together, Alex on Henry’s side of the bed, the same place he always sleeps when they are apart, and David is snoozing on Alex’s bare chest. It’s the early afternoon in England, which means that it’s still the early morning in New York - his home now, their home, no matter how much England keeps calling his name. Henry looks at the photo once more. Alex’s hair is all puffy and wild, and he’s got that morning stubble that Henry practically salivates over, though he denies that allegation profusely. A message comes alongside the photo. I love David’s morning cuddles but I love yours more. Come home soon baby, we miss you. 

A whimper very nearly leaves Henry’s throat as he texts back. I miss you both too. You more, sweetheart, but don’t tell David I said that. I deny all allegations.

He almost floats through the rest of the day, daydreaming about his future. There’s a sudden wave of excitement that rushes through him as he pictures his life with Alex. It’s silly, really, because he’s known for a long time that Alex is it for him. His first love, and his final love in the same token. But right now, he knows that he can do something about that. He can make the future a reality. He knows that he needs to make the first move. He needs to be the one to propose. 

That evening, he walks into his old room at Kensington Palace, still decorated the same way it’s always been, and yet now devoid of all the things that once made it Henry’s. He sheds himself of his blazer and his tie, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt before he video calls both June and Nora. He needs to get this out of the way before he even thinks about what comes after. He doesn’t have to wait for long before the call is answered, and the two people closest to Alex - beyond him - appear.

“Prince Henry, all dressed up, late at night?” June’s voice is teasing. “Did you mean to call me, and not my brother?”

Henry rolls his eyes. It seems to be a Claremont-Diaz thing, for them to relentlessly tease Henry. And each other. And everyone else. 

“I’ll bite.” Nora says, shrugging her shoulders. “You look hot.”

A flush spreads across Henry’s cheeks as he silently wonders how he ended up in this situation. “This isn’t how I planned for this conversation to go.” He exhales, trying to build up the courage to confess everything. “I’ve got a question to ask, about Alex.”

“Nope.” June cuts in. “No refunds, sorry. You’re in charge of him now. What has my idiot brother done?”

“Nothing, I just -” He cuts himself off with a sigh. “I want to marry him. I want to propose to him.”

His confession is met with a silence over the phone, and Henry’s eyes flicker between June and Nora on their respective parts of the screen, their jaws hanging open slightly. 

June finally manages to speak after a few more painful moments of silence. “I’m sorry, did you just say you want to marry my brother? As in, you willingly want to propose? You want to spend the rest of your life with him?”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound sure. “Yes. I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.” His anxiety ridden mind overtakes him rapidly. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

Nora quickly jumps in to try and rectify the situation. “No. It’s an amazing idea. Alex…he struggled with your parents divorce, right June?” The question is met with June nodding her head. 

“He stopped believing in love after that, for years. But you made him believe again.” June truly means her words. For years Alex had told her that love is fake, that he could never believe in it, that he’ll probably never fall in love because he doesn’t want to get hurt. That all changed when he met Henry. “For what it’s worth, I know he’ll say yes. I also know that you and Alex are made for each other.”

“So what’s the plan?” Nora asks, wiggling her eyebrows, resting her head upon her hands, blinking into the camera to show that she’s listening.

Henry shrugs his shoulders as if he hasn’t subconsciously had the whole thing planned out since the first time he realised his feelings for Alex. “I’ve only been thinking about it today.” Lies. “But I’ve…I’ve got my dads ring, and I would love to give that to Alex. But how do I get him to the lake house without suspecting a thing?”

He looks at his screen, and he’s sure he witnesses a telepathic moment between June and Nora as they nod to each other, smirks winding on their faces. “Leave that to us.” They both say.

three: 

It’s 2024 and here they both are: at Alex’s lake house. It’s not necessarily his as much as it is his family’s property, but he probably spends more time here than anyone else does. It’s his favourite place, his retreat, his safe haven - and now, Henry feels the exact same way about it too. They love coming out here. It’s where they can simply just exist, away from the prying eyes and flashing cameras of the paparazzi that follow them. Here, they are just Alex and Henry, their official titles and roles in the world left behind at the door. 

It’s their first night at the lake house, having got there much earlier in the day, and there’s an air of nervousness floating between the two of them. Each of them are too caught up in their own anxiety about what they are planning to do that night to notice that the other is equally as nervous. 

“Do we have any plans for tonight?” Henry asks cautiously as he falls onto the sofa, landing mainly on Alex’s body, causing an exasperated huff to exhale from his mouth teasingly. Henry’s fingers are quick to fiddle with the material of Alex’s shirt, scared to even look at his boyfriend - and isn’t it a thrill to think that in a mere few hours they won’t be boyfriends ever again? - for fear of spilling every secret he’s been holding in for weeks. 

Alex’s fingers still against Henry’s head, his stomach damn near drooping and twisting up in knots as fear swirls through him at the thought of Henry somehow uncovering the book and the ring and ruining Alex’s plan before he even gets the chance to put it into action. “No.” He responds, because he knows that if he leaves a huge gap between answering Henry’s question, then Henry will get suspicious. “There’s no plans.”

Henry hums, taking a moment to pause and think about his next steps. “How about we get a takeaway, from your favourite restaurant?”

A smile twitches on Alex’s lips. “We could go there instead, if you want?”

“No.” Henry whispers with a shake of the head. “I want it to just be us. If people see and know we’re in Texas, we aren’t going to get any peace.”

“Okay.” Alex exhales, wrapping his arms further around Henry, completely trapping him now. His head dips to rest in the crook of his neck, and inhales the familiar scent. It reminds him of home. “Take out it is then, baby.”

Later that night, as Alex is getting dressed for their impromptu date night, Henry is outside on the porch, making sure that everything is perfect for the all important question. His hands are shaking as he puts the finishing touches to the table - a flicker of light atop a taper candle sitting in the centre of the table. “Shit.” He whispers out, the façade of a confident man withering away with every wobble of his hands, and now his breath. He closes his eyes for a second, trying to collect himself. He needs to get this right. He needs to get this perfect. He steps back, and walks inside to collect Alex. 

“You okay?” Alex whispers, voice soft and low and it amazes Henry how good Alex looks all the time. 

With a short little sigh, his shoulders deflating, Henry nods and rests a hand on the small of Alex’s back. “Are you ready?”

Alex smiles and nods and leans up to press a warm kiss against Henry’s cheek just because he can. He’s never going to pass up an opportunity to kiss Henry, no matter where they are or who can see them. They don’t have to hide anymore. They don’t have to look over their shoulders anytime they touch. They can simply just be. 

They walk outside together, out onto the porch into the dusky night, the sky twisting from shades of amber and crimson into a deep navy, blanketing over them as far as the eye can see. Upon the porch is a table, draped in a white fabric and a candle between two plates of food - their go-to orders from Alex’s favourite restaurant out here, the one he craves all the time. On the floor are rose petals of coral and vermilion, scattered all around, lightly blowing in the faint wind that surrounds them. Alex sees it all, and although it’s not even remotely unusual for Henry to get something up like this - a romantic at heart, the product of his favourite novels and wildest dreams and never thinking he could be true to himself - Alex comes to the sudden understanding of what is about to happen. A thrill rushes through him at the very notion of them being so in sync with each other that they both want to take the next step in their relationship at the same time. He’s giddy at the thought, until he realises that his whole proposal plan is still very much inside the lake house. His eyes widen for a moment, and he turns on his feet, muttering something about getting a jacket because he feels the cold all of a sudden, and then he jogs into the house, quickly grabbing the book and the ring and a jacket, before coming to stand outside with Henry once more, disguising the book in the jacket that he has thrown over his hands. 

Together, they eat, their legs tangling together underneath the table, quietly sharing stories amidst laughs and soft touches. Henry asks Alex about the lake house, as he does every time that they are here together. His idea is unsaid, but he wants to know one story or memory each time they come here, and eventually, when Alex has run out of old memories to share, they’ll hopefully have a family of their own that they can tell their joint stories to. 

The story this time is about how he and June came here one weekend when they were in their late teens, wanting to escape the stress of having a family within the political sphere. They had spent the whole weekend here, and it was the very first time that Alex had gotten drunk. He tells the story about how he fell asleep in the hammock that is still swinging between the two trees at the bottom of the garden. It was a peaceful sleep, out there that night, until he had gotten motion sick, and threw up. “I leaned over, nearly throwing myself out the hammock because I forgot that it moved, and I threw up all over my brand new sneakers that were right underneath me.”

Henry giggles uncontrollably, his face practically lighting up. 

Alex reaches out his hand, thumb lightly running over the knuckles of Henry’s hand, holding onto each other. He can practically see the ring in his mind, sitting perfectly there on Henry’s finger, like it’s meant to be. “That was the summer before we met for the first time, I think.”

“Oh really?” Henry asks, tilting his head to the side, eyes searching Alex’s face. “How do you remember what was before me or after me? I swear most things are blurry in my mind, especially from back then.”

Alex shrugs, a pout forming on his lips. “I categorise things in my mind.” He says so casually. “There was before you, and well…with you. There’s not going to be an after you.”

Henry smiles warmly, tears welling in his eyes, chill running through his body: “I love you.” Henry admits, and he swears blind that he falls more and more in love with Alex with every single day that passes. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I love you too. More than anything. Everything.”

“Yeah?” Henry asks, teasingly cocking an eyebrow further up his forehead. “Good, because I’ve got something to give you.”

“Shall we go inside then?” Alex wiggles his eyebrows flirtatiously, until he realises that he should probably be serious about this now. “Actually, I’ve got something for you, too. But you go first.” He sits back and tries to stop the smirk from spreading across his entire face, but it’s in vain. The second that Henry starts to take, a grin takes over his entire face, and only seems to get wilder with every second that passes by. 

Henry’s fingers nervously fiddle with Alex’s hand before he goes into the speech he has had planned for weeks now, if not months.  “You mean the absolute world to me, Alex. The first time that I saw you, I had no idea how much you would grow to mean to me. You hated me for the first couple of years - and for good reason too, I suppose, sweetheart. But then I kissed you, and suddenly everything just made a lot more sense to me. All my life, I have read about people's love, I have seen my parents love for each other, in sickness and in health and everything in between, and yet, for the longest of time, I never truly believed that I deserved that. I never thought that I could have that.” His voice waivers as his thumb runs over Alex’s knuckles and down to the pad of his index finger. “But you changed that. You irrevocably changed my life for the better. Your love is the best feeling in the world, and I want to feel that forever.” He stands, as he continues with his speech, the most important part of it fast approaching. He goes into his trouser pocket, and takes a leather box out, before finally falling onto one knee, looking up at his beautiful Alex as he speaks. “As my favourite author once wrote, ‘you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you’.” With one hand, he masterfully opens the box, and Alex can’t help the gasp that escapes as he takes the first look at the gold band. He recognises it immediately. It’s what inspired his ring for Henry. “Now, we might need to get the ring resized, but I want you to have it. I trust you with it. I love you, with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

Tears well up in Alex’s eyes as his smile is relentless, a soft, wet laugh falling from his mouth. “You couldn’t wait ten minutes? I can’t believe you beat me to it!” He giggles, which only grows in decibels as he looks at Henry’s confused and still nervous face. “Of course I’ll marry you, baby!”

With a fumble of hands, Henry places the ring on Alex’s ring finger, taking a moment to admire how perfect it looks against his skin before Alex tugs at Henry’s hand, pulling them together. Henry falls into Alex’s lap with ease, arms wrapping around his body as though they can’t bare to be apart - and really, who can blame them? They kiss slowly, fingers threading through hair, tugging lightly and causing soft moans. It’s perfect. It really is. Alex leans forward, reaching behind his body with his free arm, the other remaining around Henry. He punctuates the kiss with a cheeky bite to Henry’s plump bottom lip, basking in the low squeal it causes. Before he pulls away, he leaves his present on Henry’s lap. 

“What’s this?” Henry asks, looking down at the book in his lap, bound in leather, a golden H written in calligraphy emblazoned on the front. 

A soft laugh huffs from Alex’s nostrils. “The reason why I wanted you to wait ten minutes.” He grins, nodding towards it. “Go on, open it.”

With shaking hands, Henry opens the book, reading page after page, all handwritten in Alex’s finest scrawl. One by one, Alex explains the reasoning behind it all.

“Before I even go any further, did you use my pen for this?” Alex’s silence is, quite frankly, deafening. “I knew my nib was ruined! You’re buying me a new one.”

“You’ve got enough money.” Alex comments with a shrug, but ultimately concedes that he absolutely will be buying Henry a new one when Henry looks at him with those gorgeous baby blues. He can’t help it, he’s hypnotised by them.

Henry’s index finger runs over the page.

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.” - Jane Austen, Persuasion. 

“These quotes are all relevant.” Alex explains. “I thought this one would work for after the first time we were here. I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you then, and I can’t now. We are forever, you and me.”

“It’s you and I, actually. But I’ll forgive you.”

Alex’s head falls back with a bored snore and a whistling exhale. “Oh shut up!” 

With an affectionate roll of the eyes, Henry turns the page.

“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.” - C.S Lewis.

“I never knew what love was before I met you.” Alex explains, a finger and his thumb hooking around a loose piece of hair that is falling into Henry’s eyes, brushing it back. “Every single day, you give me a new meaning to the word. I loved you then, I love you now, and I fear Henry darling, that I’ll love you forever.”

Henry’s cheeks flush uncontrollably, though he stays silent and turns the page once more.

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never I love.” - William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

“Pretty self-explanatory?” Alex asks, raising an eyebrow. His hand is comfortingly circling Henry’s back now. “When was the first time that you realised I loved you, and you actually believed it?”

Henry pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believed it here, for the first time. I knew that I loved you then, but I hadn’t for one second thought that you felt the same way. Then we were out there on the deck and you were talking about our future as if it was certain, and I knew then, but it still terrified me. Everything suddenly made sense. It terrified me, but I believed it.”

There’s a sad smile on Henry’s face as he remembers that moment, and Alex can’t cope with it. This isn’t a sad moment. He leans forward and presses a warm kiss to Henry’s cheek. When he pulls away, Henry turns the page over.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The WInd.

“Oh well, don’t mind if I do.” Henry chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows, falling further into Alex’s space. 

Alex laughs, and lets himself be kissed, giving back just as much as he’s taking. “Last page baby.”

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. 

Written further down the page, is the explanation to the quote. I couldn’t help but end the book here, on a quote from your favorite author, from your favorite book. P.S. Turn the page to understand why I’m so nervous. Henry chuckles softly as he reads it, before he turns the page and his laugh is cut off with a shocked gasp. 

The final page - and all the following ones - have a hole cut through the paper, a leather box sitting perfectly in the hole. Written across the top, in the largest writing is Our next chapter?

“Marry me?” Alex asks, and he doesn’t even have a shred of nervousness about him, not now. 

Henry grins. “Did we just propose using the same quote?”

Alex nods. “I believe they call that fate?” He teases, a soft laugh leaving his mouth. “Do you want to see your ring?”

Henry nods, and suddenly feels the nerves. Alex takes the box from the book, and flicks the lid open. Henry gasps once more, his eyes studying the ring before he looks up at his fiancé. “It’s like my dads. How did you do that?” 

“With special help from Bea.” Alex explains. He holds out his hand with a grin. “We’re matching.”

“I need to say yes first.” Henry teases.

Alex’s jaw slackens, his grin being hidden by an open mouth, only visible with the twitching upwards of the corners. “I swear Fox, if you say no now…”

Henry beams, falling into Alex’s chest and kissing him softly. “That’s Claremont-Diaz-Fox to you, mister.”

An incredulous snort stumbles from Alex. “Ridiculous name. I feel sorry for our kids already.”

+ one: 

theagcd and princehenryuk

[A photograph of Alex and Henry. Alex seems to be the one to take the photograph. Both of their left hands are up in the centre, between them, showing off their new rings. They are smiling wildly, faces pressed together.]

WE SAID YES! How amazing is it to be so in love and so in sync that we decided to propose at the same time? It has been the easiest yes of my life. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you by my side, as my beautiful husband. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I’ll love you forever.

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Wendigo | 000: the accident

Summary: Poppy hasn't felt human since the day she was born. With the absence of her mother she was left with unanswered questions on who she was. What she was. She finally gets her answers one night.

Warnings: blood and gore,underage drinking,bullying,murder

Wc:2.8k

Author's Note:Decided to move my Xavier ff from Wattpad and onto here! I hope this fanfic gets the love it deserves. Enjoy!

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POPPY IMBER IS A COLD-BLOODED KILLER. Or so she thinks.

Bodies of teenagers lay just a few feet away from her. Some missing their heads, and others were torn to shreds that Poppy couldn’t even recognize them. Her clothes were somewhere on the ground in pieces, the bottom half of her face was covered in blood, and the only thing that was around her covering her body was a black trench coat that she stole from one of her victims. She didn’t mean to kill them. It was an accident. It’s not like she knew she was going to turn into a man eating monster. She had her theories but she didn’t think she was right.

The mysterious death of her mother left her with so many questions. Of who she was, what she was. Questions that her father couldn’t answer. The one thing she did know now, was that she was no longer the shy human girl she was a few hours prior

She was something else now. Something powerful,strong,dangerous. She feels it coursing through her veins. It was something she couldn’t explain in words. Something you would have to experience yourself to know the feeling.

She was calm, a little too calm for someone who went on a tiny murder spree. She didn’t shake or quiver when she looked at the dead teens. She didn't cry,or sob, she didn’t scream out in terror for what she had done, and she wasn’t scared. All she did was look down at them with a blank face. She was far too numb to react to what she had done.

She turned and walked away from the crime scene, following the scent of salt water. She heard the sounds of loud music and the sound of laughter coming from the party. They were completely unaware of what had just taken place, and won’t know until a few hours later. As she approached the lake Poppy’s sensitive nose began to burn at the stench of alcohol. With her improved vision, she could see the party from across the lake. Drunken teenagers dancing and laughing with no care in the world. If only they knew what had happened right across from them.

She was so far away from them that they could not see her but she could see them. She blended in with the night and watched them scurry around like prey. She stood still as a mannequin. She envied their humanity even if her's were stripped away from her a few hours ago. She missed it. She missed feeling normal. But she wasn't ever really normal in the first place so what did she miss? Her innocence? Her naive nature? The sweet girl that was as good as gone now?

The lake reflected the full moon and its light shined off of Poppy’s face. As she didn't feel the same, she didn't look the same either. Her eyes were a misty gray color, and if one looked at her they would assume she was blind. Her nails were longer and sharper, her jawline was more defined, and some of her teeth were sharper, poking at the side of her gums. This person, this….thing was her. The reflection moved when she went to feel her face, it moved with her, and it blinked with her. This reflection belonged to her now. This was her now. Forever and always.

She stripped the trench coat from her body and walked into the lake and went about shoulder-deep before she began to wash off the blood.

At that moment, the only thing she wished she hadn’t done came to this stupid party. She should have stayed at home and said no to her friend.

Maybe her ‘friend’ would still be alive and she wouldn’t be what she is now. Maybe then she wouldn't have killed all those people.

Like a short ocean wave, all her emotions began to rush at her and she started to sob and wail into the night as her mind finally realized what she had done. Their screams, all the blood, their faces as she turned into a monster. She did that. She did all of it. Nobody heard her wails and sobs of despair. If they did, they were too drunk to notice. The whisper of the forest trees was the only comfort she got.

Poppy began to say sorry repeatedly. She didn't know why she was saying sorry. Maybe she was saying sorry to Mother Nature for taunting her beautiful land with such a horrible crime, maybe she was saying sorry to the little girl she once was, sorry for failing her and sorry for failing her dad and making his worst nightmare come true. Poppy was sorry for it all.

And above all.

She was saying sorry for not regretting a damn thing she had done.

Hours earlier

THE NIGHT WAS YOUNG AND WILD. Teenagers roamed around the party laughing and drinking god knows what. Couples were making out near trees, and Poppy didn't even wanna know what that noise she was hearing past the bushes. Going to a party in the middle of the woods was not how she wanted to spend her Friday night. She wanted to be at home in her bed watching TV while she was stuffing herself with junk food. But alas her friend Maggie forced her to come to the party. But now that she was here, she wished she resisted Maggist's plea’s a little more.

"Maggie I don’t know about this.” She said nervously. The longer she stood, the more she regretted coming here, but she couldn’t just leave. She rode here with Maggie and she doesn’t have her own driver's license or her own car so she was stuck here for the time being. Damn her need to be a people-pleaser.

“Oh relax Poppers,” She had cringed at the nickname. “You are gonna have fun, we are gonna have fun and get totally wasted.” Maggie began to guide Poppy into the crowd pushing through people until they finally reached the cooling rack with all the drinks. Maybe they will have some sprite? Poppy thought. Her hope deflated when Maggie opened up the cooler and all she saw were cans of beer. Maggie handed her a drink and she shook her head.

“Maggie you know I don’t drink.”

“Come on, don’t be a wimp.”

Damn, some friend you are. Poppy grabbed the drink from her head and watched as her friend opened hers and down half of it in three gulps. Maggie smiled at Poppy and she gave a small one back. The music changed to some pop music from the early 2000s and Maggie began to move with the music.

“Come on girl let's dance!” Maggie began to tug her arm but this time she resisted. She shook her head at her friend. “Nah I'm not really a dancer.” That was a lie. Poppy loves dancing. She just didn’t want to be in the middle of sweaty teenagers. Luckily her friend believed her little white lie and Poppy watched as her friend disappeared into the crowd.

Poppy let out a sigh and put her unopened beer back into the cooler. She found a seat and began surveying the crowd. Not one face she recognize went to school with her. A lot of them looked older than your typical high schoolers which makes Poppy think Maggie lied to her about this party.

She cringed at the god-awful bass that was too strong for the speakers to take. She is surprised the police haven't been called but then again maybe that's why they picked to have a party in the middle of the woods. Poppy reached into her jacket pocket and grabbed the water that she brought and took a sip. She hopes that she won't be here for long but she highly doubts that.

Before Poppy knows it, its almost 1 am and now she is just ready to go home. The party was still going on and she bet her dad fell asleep waiting up for her. She told him she was studying over at Maggie’s. She is definitely gonna get grounded for this.

Come on Maggie where are you?. She looks over the crows trying to find Maggie but has no luck. She sighed getting up from her chair. But she doubled over as the familiar pain she knows all to well comes back.

No. Please not again. Not here

It feels like her stomach is trying to eat itself. Her ears were hearing so many things at once, the leaves rustling, glasses clinking together, she could hear breathing, and most importantly she could heartbeats. Multiple heartbeats. They sounded like music to her ears. The air didn’t smell like sex and sweat anymore. It smelt sweet. So so so sweet. Poppy almost began to drool at the smell. Her feet were guiding her toward the crowd. The scent getting stronger and sweeter.

Her trance was broken when the pain came back even worse. Poppy looked down at her hands and saw her black manicured nails were longer and sharper. She flinched when her tongue pricked her teeth; they were sharp now. She began to hypervenatilate, her breathing becoming erratic.

“Oh my god,” She said shakily. “What the hell is happening to me?” Her question was answered with another pain pulsing through her stomach. She backed away from the party and began to deeper into the woods. She walked until she couldn’t hear the music anymore. The pain was so great she dropped to her knees and her sharp claws dug deep into the dirt. She groaned and groaned praying to any god to make the pain stop. To make what was happening to her stop.

Poppy was too distracted by her pain to hear the footsteps of multiple people coming up from behind her.

“Well well well if it isn't the school freak.” Go away, Shawn. Poppy thought. Poppy can deal with him and his goons bullying any other day, but now really wasn’t the time. Not when she felt like her stomach was ripping itself apart.

“Go away, Shawn.” She gritted out. He chucked and forcefully yanked her up and pinned her against a tree. His little minions watching behind him in pure glee. Of course, they would be here at the party. The pain in her stomach was long gone now. She was too distracted from the sharp bark stabbing in her back.

“Can’t believe you were friends with this freak Maggie,” The girl in question appeared in her line of vision and Poppy’s eyes widened. “How did you put up with this bitch?” Maggie laughed and walked closer to the girl.

“I didn’t, I couldn’t stand her half of the time I was with her. “ Maggie laughed at the wounded look in Poppy’s eyes. “No way, did you actually think I was friends with you?” Poppy looked away as tears gathered in her eyes.

“Nobody wants to be friends with a freak like you.” She sneered at the girl. Shawn laughed big and loud. Like that was the funniest joke he ever heard in his small dicked life. His hold tightened on Poppy. Through Poppy’s blurry eyes, she pushed down the betrayal of her only friend and smirked down at Shawn.

“Honestly Shawn, looks like you're really obsessed with me,” She leans up as far as she can go and whispers in his ear. “ Are you sure your dick doesn’t go hard when you see me?”

Before Shawn has time to react Poppy knees him where the sun doesnt shine and runs deeper into the woods. She hears Shawn’s groans and mutters curse words. She ran faster hearing the sound of more footsteps rushing behind her. She zigzagged from tree to tree, not once looking behind her to see if the group of boys is gone.

She is knocked down from the side and she rolls over until her back hits the tree. Her legs and arms were covered in small scratches from the small branches surrounding it. She knew she wasn’t going to outrun them. They were football players. Shawn looked down at her angrily before dragging her by her hair.

Poppy yelped in pain and hit wherever she could in hopes he would release her. He did not flinch but instead dropped her on the ground before he got on top of her. Her head swung to the side from the force of his slap.

“You fucking bitch!” He yelled at her. Poppy felt her blood pool at her mouth, he grabbed her chin and forced it to look at her. “I thought you learned not to run away from me,” She whimpered at Shawn tightening his grip around her jaw. “I can see you didn’t, guess I got to teach you all over again.” He looked behind him and motioned one of his goons to hand him something.

Unbeknownst to the jock, his hand drifted upwards towards Poppy’s mouth, and she did not hesitate to bite down hard. He screamed out in pain and got off her cradling his hand.

The sounds of his cursing were muffled to her ears. All she could focus on was the blood that was in her mouth. She licked her lips and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and moaned in delight. The painful pulses in her stomach were back now, but they felt different than all the others. Yes, there was pain but…. The taste of the metallic blood brought something else with it. Hunger. Not the hunger Poppy would get when she skipped breakfast, but the type of hunger that makes her crave something beyond human food. Something you want to sink your teeth into and claw at the flesh and tear into the veins,and the muscles until you feel the soft tissues of the human organs.

In summary, it tasted good and Poppy wanted more.

Her face felt different ,and her nails were sharp just like they were minutes prior and her lips twitched revealing a small part of her sharp canine teeth. She looks at Shawn hungrily but he was too busy soothing his bleeding hand. Oh how doomed he is.

“You fucking bitch you bit my fucking hand!” Poppy ignored his words. Too busy staring that his blood that dripped from his hand. She didn’t know she bit him that hard. Shawn turned to look at her angrily but stopped at the sight of her face.

“What the fu-”

Poppy jumped onto Shawn, ripping into his neck. He screamed and tried to push her off him but she was strong and unmoveable. She hears the others behind her screaming in terror and frozen in their places. They are so stupid. They should be running by now, but that's okay. That just means there is more food for her. The more the merrier

Blood splattered onto her and on the ground,and it sprayed for miles. Poppy moaned in pleasure at the warm blood that ran down her throat. However, she was mildly annoyed that Shawn just wouldn’t stop fucking screaming. It was quickly getting on her last nerves.

So she snapped his neck.

She hears Maggie scream in horror as a part of Shawn’s neck bone popped out of his neck. He was dead now, which was good. The screaming had stopped, but now she had to deal with the 5 more behind her. She will come back to him later.

Poppy stood slow and calculated. Shawn’s blood dripping down her chin and onto her dress. She turns to the stupid teenagers who have yet began to run for their lives. She walks at a slow pace towards them but is stopped shrotly after she began to groan in pain.

She kneeled to the ground and felt her bones began to crack. She screamed as her fingers began to grow, her spine crimbled into a new form, her teeth began to fall out and new sharper ones grew in its place. She grew taller, almost 9 feet tall. Her groans turned into growls and soon her voice was unrecognizable. Horns grew out of her head and they looked similar to deer antlers. Only longer and sharper.

She stood on her feet staring down at the tiny humans as they shook in fear. They were scared. Good. Fear makes the food taste better. She roared into the night and it echoed beyond the dark woods. The humans flinching, by now of course they were shaking and crying sprouting pleas at her like she would actually hear them. Fools.

They should know that Poppy is not here anymore. She was gone for the night. Laid dormat in the mind of her mondter. Whatever pleas came from the humans ears was heared by no one. It is far too late for these unfortunate souls.

She was a Wendigo now.

And these poor unfortunate souls were about to die a very, very horrible death.

So this is the first chapter! I hoped you liked it! Yall better comment and not be a ghost reader.(but if you are thats fine) I'm debating if I should cross post this on Tumblr I'm still thinking about it but ANYWAY. I have soooo much planned for the series. Idk how many chapters it will have but this won't be a short series so dw. Again I hope yall liked it and lmk if yall want me to make a tag list so yall can get updates!

See yah

Ps. Sorry if there is any grammar mistakes. I kinda got lazy and stopped editing at least the last portion of it

[riveramorylunar]

𝔊𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨

Series Masterlist, (Chapter 13)

Pairings: Leonora Lesso x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Not really any

Pet Names/Nicknames: none

Word Count: 1,822

"Miss. Frost that's enough put them down" Lesso said and Skadi just looked at her. Skadi dropped Obsidian to the ground after frosting their shirt. "Aren't you mad that they stole Y/N's voice" Skadi spat out as she walked up to the Dean of Evil. "If we can't find her voice she won't be able to speak ever again" she growled out as her eyes still glowed. "Aren't you angry that you'll never be able to hear her beautiful voice ever again" Skadi continued as she looked up at Lesso who was looking back down at her. Lesso clenched her jaw tightly as she gripped her cane in her hand. Before things could escalate Y/N rushed over and stood between the two facing Skadi. Skadi looked down at Y/N who was looking up at her with pleading eyes. Skadi's eyes turned back to normal and all the ice had shattered to the ground. Before anyone could do anything Obsidian and the other two ran towards the window before crashing through it. Y/N rushed over and looked out of the shattered window to see the three of them falling. "We will be back" Eternity shouted before the three landed in the water. Y/N turned around and looked around to see everyone looking at her.

It's been almost three weeks since Y/N lost her voice and she was getting worse. She usually stayed in her dorm room crying and in the library reading some of the books in there. Sometimes she would go to the secret library and stay there all day. She thought skipping classes would be fine since she couldn't speak at all. But the one thing she spent most of her time was swimming in the lake. Y/N was laying at the bottom of the lake looking up at the night sky as she played with her hair. How was she gonna tell her parents and Melody that she had lost her voice forever and how would they react. She took a deep breath in before letting it out as she watched the water ripple around her. She opened her eyes when she heard something splash in the water. She saw something floating down so she sat up and reached for it. It was a glass bottle with a piece of paper in it. She opened the vile and took the paper out before reading over it. She rolled her eyes as she stuffed it back into the glass bottle before making it poof. She laid back down and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes she saw it was morning. She sat up before swimming to the top of the lake before peaking out. She stopped when she was looking at a pair of black heel boots. Her eyes trailed up to see the Dean of Evil was standing there. "So you finally come out from hiding I see" Lesso teased and Y/N just narrowed her eyes at the Dean. As she was staring at Lesso someone was walking up to her. Before they could grab her and pull her out she bit them. They yelped before yanking their arm back. "What the hell" the person shouted and Y/N smirked under the water. Lesso looked over at Soren to see him holding his hand. "That's a pretty nasty bite go to the nurses office" Lesso said and Soren huffed before walking away. Y/N watched the boy walk away before looking back at Lesso. "Everyone is starting to worry about you, you know especially your friends and me" Lesso said the last part quietly. Y/N just looked at Lesso for a couple minutes before pointing behind her. Lesso looked over to the bench and saw just a robe laying on it. Lesso walked over and grabbed the fluffy blue robe before walking back over. She looked away as she held the robe out for Y/N.

After a couple seconds Y/N tapped Lesso's shoulder. Lesso looked at Y/N and smiled down at her as Y/N just looked up at her. "Come on let's go get you some breakfast after you change" Lesso said and Y/N just stood in place. "You don't want to go do you" Lesso said and Y/N shook her head no causing the Dean to sigh. "At least go back to your dorm I'll have someone bring your food up alright" Lesso said as she looked around before pecking Y/N on the lips. Y/N blushed before looking away as she felt another peck on her cheek.

Y/N was sitting in front of the fireplace when someone knocked on the door before slowly opening it. The person walked in to see Y/N sitting near the fireplace so they walked over. "Lady Lesso told me to bring this to you, you like salad right" Y/N looked up when she heard the voice and smiled softly before nodding. The man smiled back before holding out the tray of salad and the drink. Y/N stood up and took the tray from the man. The man had short brown wavey hair and light blue eyes. He looked more like a boy but with his voice as deep as it is you could tell he was no boy. He had angel wings that touched the floor and a forehead crown that had a green diamond in the middle held up by two gold chains on either side. He wore diamond shaped earrings as well. The shirt he was wearing had three green diamonds hanging from the neck of the shirt. He wore a dark beige blazer that had gold patterns on it. As Y/N grabbed her fork she looked up at the man to see him still standing there. She motioned to the ground beside her with the fork and he sat down next to her. "Oh I'm Theodore I'm one of the cooks" the man said and Y/N looked up with a mouthful of salad. Y/N looked over at the table before reaching over and grabbing the notebook that was laying on it.

The two talked for a while well more like Theo talked while Y/N wrote down on the notebook before showing it to him. After Y/N finished her salad Theo stood up before taking the tray from Y/N's hands. He helped her up before bowing. "If you need anything like food a drink or just a snack ask one of the fairies and I'll bring it" he said and Y/N thanked him with a bow of her head before he left. As the door shut Y/N got up and made her way to the balcony before leaning against the railing. She looked over when she saw the crow she was fond of land next to her. She smiled before stroking its beak causing it to squawk.

Meanwhile down near the ocean three of the Ever students were picking stuff up when they saw something glowing. One of the girls walked over and picked it up. "what the hell do you think it is" the other girl said as she peered over the other girls shoulder. "Don't know but we should hand it over to Professor Dovey just in case it's dangerous" the girl holding the vile said and the other two agreed. They walked back up the hill and made their way back to the school for good. The girl that was carrying the vile said goodbye to her friends before making her way towards the Dean of good's office. She arrived and knocked on the door before opening it after hearing a come in. The Ever girl walked in before shutting the door behind her. "Oh Cytheria what brings you in here" Professor Dovey said as she stopped what she was doing before standing up. "Well me and my friends had found something near the ocean and we don't know if it's dangerous or not so I brought it here just in case" Cytheria said as she held out the vile. Professor Dovey carefully took it in her hands before her eyes widened in shock. "Thank you dear I believe this belongs to someone who has lost something dear to them" she said and Cytheria smiled before leaving the room.

Dovey immediately rushed out of her office before heading to Y/N'd dorm room first. She knocked on the door and waited a minute but there was no answer. She opened the door and looked around not seeing Y/N at all. She headed to the library next but she wasn't there either making the Dean of good frown. She searched through the whole school and couldn't find Y/N making her huff. She made her way into the communal hall to see Y/N's friends chatting away but there was no sign of her. Dovey walked up to the group before smiling softly. "Have any of you seen Miss Y/N anywhere I can't seem to find her I looked everywhere" Dovey said making Y/N's friends look at her. "Have you checked at the bottom of the lake" Y/N's friends all said at the same time and they giggled at that. Dovey shook her head no before she turned around and started walking off but was stood. "May we ask why you are looking for her" Sebastian said and Dovey turned back around to look at them. "I have something that belongs to her" she said as she held the vile up to show Y/N's friends.

Their eyes all widened in shock. "Is that her voice" Althea asked and Dovey nodded. "You won't mind if we take it to her instead, do you" Skadi said as she stepped ahead. "Of course not dear go ahead" Dovey said as she handed the vile over to Skadi who thanked her before rushing off. The others rushed after Skadi as they made their way out of the castle and towards the lake. Skadi stopped in front of the lake before shouting Y/N's name. After a couple seconds Y/N poked her head out of the water and saw her friends looking at her smiling. "We have something for you" Skadi said as she held the vile out. Y/N was halfway out of the water now as she looked at the vile questioningly. Skadi rolled her eyes before opening the vile. They all watched as the yellow ball of light floated towards Y/N before disappearing. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she grabbed hold of her neck. "H-hi" Y/N had said and her friends all shrieked as they jumped into the lake and hugged their friend. Y/N started crying and let out a sob of relief as she was finally able to talk again. She couldn't wait to speak to Lesso again.

[slut4sway]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧

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shake this frost off of my bones

tags : marcheron, requested fic, i’m a sucker for country music, hurt/comfort, injured marchy, pet names, fluff, pond hockey szn, this is how i cope, can you tell i’m touch starved, ficlet

notes : i cant go out on the pond w the boys bc my ribs are probably cracked, sorry if this is a bad fic i tried but i’m super done w life rn 😇😇 also might be writing a new og series soon 👀

January 15th, 4:02pm

the sun beamed through the window, rays reflecting off the glistening snow that covered the lake just beyond the windows view. it was finally pond hockey season, but brad had to miss most of it.

per usual, he was chirping the other team and ended up getting hunted. normally he would just get back up and resume the play but this wasn’t the case.

he remembered the way knee twisted and made the most unsettling sound as he took a nasty hit. the strain on his muscles, the impact. he shuddered at the thought while the sound of sticks and pucks along with skates scraping and some vague yelling brought him back. he fixed his empty gaze to outside the window, were below his husband and a couple of the boys were playing some pickup hockey. the crossbar rang, irritated groans following.

minute after minute, hour after hours, the time passed ever so slowly. he was just left alone with his own thoughts while pat was out on the pond. the previously filled cups of water were drained, and the sun was starting to climb under the forested horizon. eventually, the endless pondering tired his mind out. brad shuffled under the sheets, raising his leg carefully to not enflame his knee more. he lied down on his side, facing the open window that displayed the rural massachusetts area. he silently examined the hills rolling over like a sea and how the frost gently touched the blades of grass and the dew on the trees. he pulled the fluffy blanket over his shoulders, steadying his breath as he let his eyes grow heavy. the sound of men yelling and all the ice scraping was silenced, replaced by the sudden sound of the door creaking open.

patrice padded in, carrying his skates by the guarded blades and his stick in the other hand. he caught a glimpse of the younger man lied down on his side, short unprepared brunette hair swept over his forehead. he side stepped, dropping off the equipment on a lounge chair in the corner, pushing away some leaves from an overgrown plant.

“pat?” brad rasped, slightly muffled by the blanket and pillow.

“it’s me, love.” the older man spoke softly.

“how long were you guys out there, felt like forever?” the younger man inquired, thinking back to how long he spent just staring off into the landscape.

“sunrise to sunset, the ponds gonna melt tomorrow so we might as well get everything out of it. i’m sorry if i spent to long out there, hun.” patrice responded, a slight twang of sorrow in his tired voice.

“it’s all good, i just miss being out there. sucks i had to stay in the whole day” brad assured. sound waves of his voice being lost to out the window.

“mhm.. how’s your leg?” patrice asked, stretching as the bottom of his hoodie lifted and exposed his midriff. the golden light highlited his abs and happy trail leading farther down. he strode over to the bed, climbing in next to his husband. he lied down beside him, gently slinging an arm over the smaller man’s waist. he craned his neck to lay a kiss behind his ear.

“not any better, but not any worse.” brad said as he slid his hand to interlock with pat’s.

“i’m sorry.. hang in there for me, okay?”

brad shuddered at his words, his husbands soft voice putting him at ease. he rolled over on his side with a struggle, facing patrice.

the bigger man touched his nose with a kiss. he brought his hand that was once laid on brads waist up to trace lines up and down his clothed back.

brads muscled tensed and relaxed under his touch, breathing in the scent of pines and a twang of beer.

“seriously, you boys drank without me?” marchy joked, a chuckle following his snarky remark.

“oh shut up you rat, what’s pond hockey without beer?” pat riposted following his annoyed yet playful comment.

“i hate you so much”

“i love you too, bud”

they both finished their back and forth with some stupidly short laughs, just basking in each others presence. chill day for the both of them in their own special ways.

“you made my day better, you know that?” brad broke the silence.

“that’s my goal, seems like i’m pretty good at it too” pat answered.

brad held back an smile from his smartass comment.

“i love your smile, marchy”

“oh shut up!” brad replied flustered, his own way of taking a compliment. he tilted his head up to meet his lovers lips with his own. the beer from earlier was still prominent as it was transferred to his tastebuds.

patrice reciprocated, returning the slowed kiss. the soon golden light faded out into stars on a clear night sky, shining through the window as a cold chill breezed by the open window. the stars shone bright tonight, creating an array of crystals in the sky. the pines swayed in unison, and the hills still rolled endlessly. damn what a beautiful sunday.

[lovefordyingstars]

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

death (mentioned), blood word count // 600 series // kingdom of myth characters // cordelia, constantine

It had taken three months to get a lead on the missing students, and the first one they’d found had been nothing but a dead body in a warehouse. Now the trail was cold once more. As Cordelia stared down at the letters from her father she wondered if he’d ever felt so dejected. 

So useless. 

Her eyes were blurry, focused only on his auroras and sad prose. He had a habit of including random lines of poetry in his writing, lines he suspected she might enjoy, it always made her smile in the past, but now she felt the words mocking her.

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years

She felt it now, the roots growing over her like she was stuck in place, there was nothing but a chasm in her heart that stretched forever and made her feel lost to time. Her walls were covered in news articles and missing person posters, scraps of paper with leads scribbled on them and napkins pinned up with ideas. 

“Don’t give up on me now Vesp.” Constantine's voice was like a pair of shears, cutting all the weeds holding her down. 

“Not giving up, just thinking.” she snipped, the sun was going to be setting in little under an hour, why was he visiting her now? 

“Good, then come on.” Whatever expression she made had him chuckling, a fist knocking against her door frame as he turned around. “We’re going to the lake, over the hills, I’ll explain why when we get there.” 

Who was she to argue against his whims? 

She complained the whole trip there.

The sun was dipping below the horizon as they reached the top of the valley, the tops named the Windermere peaks for the way the winds caught against them, and often made pleasant hums during particular times of the day.

The crystal lake sat in the middle, so clear that despite going hundreds of feet down, you could see almost to the bottom from even atop the hills.

"Down there, let's stop at the shore." 

"Oh yes, let's sit down where sea monsters are waiting to grab us by the ankles," she complained but followed him down the slope. They had to watch each step carefully.

"Technically, lake monsters," he countered and she snorted, but whatever retort would be made was lost as the rocks from beneath them both gave out. 

What would have been a fun climb down turned into tumbling and cursing as they tried to regain footing with the ground crashing around them. Whatever magic might have been used would have been impossible with Cordelia's concentration on not breaking her neck. 

When they finally stopped her arm was laying in the cool water of the lake. Constantine coughed, but it quickly turned into a ragged laugh. "Guess we took the express route." 

Cor groaned, the water was becoming muddy with her blood from all the cuts, and Coss didn't look much better with blood flowing down his temple and hands. 

"You have a horrible sense of humor," she sat up and took a deep breath, deciding to use the water or the lake to cleanse the wounds. The water was uncontaminated, so other than water lake monsters were polluting it, they'd be fine. 

Probably. 

They worked in silence for a while, the winds humming, the sounds of the water splashing against them, and their own deep breaths. It was peaceful. 

"So why'd you bring me here?" She finally asked after they'd been laying in the fading sun for a while, Coss using his magic to slowly heal their cuts and bruises.

"This is why, not to make you fall, though it was a bonus." She hit him for that and he fell back with a smile. "But to get you out of your own head, you've been so focused on this case that you've started to spiral, this is me, helping." She smiled and laid back next to him, watching the last bit of light disappear from the sky. He had a weird way of helping.

[headofhelios]

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[poppystain]

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐘'𝐒 — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 )  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit  !

THE TRADITION

❛ she's easy on the eyes. ❜

❛ her soul is black and it's a fact. ❜

❛ so take what you want, take what you can, take what you please. ❜

❛ ask for forgiveness, never permission. ❜

❛ It's in the blood and this is tradition. ❜

❛ they dress her up in golden crowns, her smile hides a lie. ❜

❛ you can take it back it's good as gone. ❜

❛ this is your soul, i hope what's left will last all summer long. ❜

❛ they said that boys were boys but they were wrong. ❜

BELLS IN SANTE FE

❛ don't call me by my name, all of this is temporary. ❜

❛ watch as i step away, for your sake. ❜

❛ maybe i can hold you in the dark. ❜

❛ leaving through the door without a word. you won't even notice, little bird. ❜

❛ better off dead, so i reckon i'm heading to hell instead. ❜

❛ don't wait for me, it's not a happy ending. ❜

❛ to sort out all his bullshit, to figurе out the treason ❜

❛ jesus, you've got better lips than judas. ❜

❛ i could give you bad one, otherwise i'm useless. ❜

❛ 'cause who the fuck would choose this? ❜

EASIER THAN LYING 

❛ i'm only whatever you make me. ❜

❛ you make me more and more a villain every day. ❜

❛ you don’t know you reap, you sow. ❜

❛ whatever you give to me from yourself you take. ❜

❛ well if you're a hater then hate the creator, it's in your image i’m made. ❜

❛ 'cause i'll hang myself if you'd give me rope. ❜

❛ i got so much faith and lost all hope. ❜

❛ one eye broken and one eye bruised, ‘cause I gave myself away for you. ❜

❛ you liar, you don't love me too. ❜

❛ my heart is massive but it's empty. ❜

❛ gasping for some real attention, some undivided hypertension. ❜

❛ losing you is easier than lying to myself. ❜

LILITH

❛ i'm perfection when it comes to first impressions. ❜

❛ you got me thinkin' that i was too mean. ❜

❛ everything that I say I believe. ❜

❛ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve. ❜

❛ i am disruptive, i've been corrupted. ❜

❛ by now I don't need a fuckin' introduction. ❜

❛ you know I get too caught up in the moment. ❜

❛ i can't call it love if i show it. ❜

❛ i just fuck things up if you notice. ❜

❛ have you noticed? tell me, have you noticed? ❜

❛ now i'm wondering if i ever wanted to hold you. ❜

❛ you'd let anybody with a body control you, and you know it too. ❜

❛ the more that you have, the more that they'll take. ❜

GIRL IS A GUN

❛ i'm not your daydream, i won't have your baby. ❜

❛ it's a shot in the dark, i'm not a walk in the park. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, and we been havin' some fun. ❜

❛ i can show you if you turn the lights on. ❜

❛ i keep waitin' for love to come and swallow me up. ❜

❛ I feel better when the boys stop callin'. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done. ❜

❛ god is a gun, he can have what he wants. ❜

❛ let me show you how to touch my trigger. ❜

❛ makin' me crazy from mornin' to evenin'. ❜

❛ i can't not take it, i love it, i break it. ❜

❛ it's never enough, so I'm givin' you up. ❜

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

❛ i don't know what you want from me. ❜

❛ now what the fuck does all this mean? ❜

❛ my tears are falling flawlessly now. ❜

❛ go on and be a big girl, you asked for this now. ❜

❛ who the hell is in your bed? ❜

❛ you gotta kiss goodnight and give some head. ❜

❛ i want my cake on a silver plater, i want a fistful in my hands. ❜

❛ i want a beautiful boy's despondent laughter. ❜

❛ i wanna ruin all my plans. ❜

❛ i want a fist around my throat. ❜

❛ i wanna cry so hard, i choke. ❜

❛ i want everything i ask for. ❜

DARLING

❛ really can't remember where i left my spine. ❜

❛ maybe I'll be better if I take my meds. ❜

❛ darling don't you weep, there's a place for me. ❜

❛ somewhere we can sleep, see you in your dreams. ❜

❛ ever since i was a little girl i found this sweet. ❜

❛ all the little flowers give me something to believe in. ❜

❛ never knew the feeling of a stable home, been a couple years of living on the road. ❜

❛ only you have showed me how to love me in a life. ❜

❛ until it's time to see the light, i'll make my own with you each night. ❜

❛ i'll kidnap all the stars and i will keep them in your eyes. ❜

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❛ i won't die for love, but i've got a body here to bury. ❜

❛ the parts of myself that i've hated... i can't tell which ones are mine and which I created. ❜

❛ you could have my heart and i would break it for you. ❜

❛ i try to be careful with the thing inside my chest. ❜

❛ so you can forget me , i'll leave if you let me. ❜

❛ please don't leave, don't leave me in the shape you left me. ❜

❛ just leave me in the place you found me safe and soundly. ❜

HONEY

❛ she's on the tip of my tongue, she's on the top of my thighs. ❜

❛ open your mouth, i got a surprise. ❜

❛ all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye. ❜

❛ drippin' like honеy, down the back of my throat and on the front of my mind. ❜

❛ she stings like she means it, she's mean and she's mine. ❜

❛ i love every second, it's fuckin' fantastic ❜

❛ she's hell in a basket just makin' a racket. ❜

❛ good things aren't easy to get, i know that i won't regret you. ❜

❛ between my fingers, she leaves then she lingers. ❜

WHISPERS

❛ you sabotage the things you love the most. ❜

❛ this is the voice in your head that says, "you do not want this". ❜

❛ this is the ache that says, "you do not want him". ❜

❛ bet I could fuck him. ❜

❛ why do you need love so badly? ❜

❛ i've got a monster inside me. ❜

❛ isn't it lonely? ❜

❛ think that you know me? you think that you could if you hold me? ❜

❛ think you could try to console me, but i do not know me. ❜

I AM NOT A WOMAN, I’M A GOD

❛ i am not a woman, i'm a god. ❜

❛ i am not a martyr, i'm a problem. ❜

❛ i am not a legend, i'm a fraud. ❜

❛ keep your heart, 'cause i already got one. ❜

❛ every day i've got a smile where my frown goes. ❜

❛ maybe i could be a different human in a new place. ❜

❛ i just wanna feel something, tell me where to go. ❜

❛ i stay right herе 'cause i'm better all alonе. ❜

❛ i never listen but i see you with my eyes closed. ❜

❛ it really does hurt when you love someone. ❜

THE LIGHTHOUSE

❛ from a tender age i was closed with rage. ❜

❛ i went swimming with the devil at the bottom of a lake. ❜

❛ he was tall and mean with venom eyes so green. ❜

❛ i'll allure you like a landslide and I'll show you lovely things. ❜

❛ he kissed me on the mouth and dug his fingers in my thighs. ❜

❛ a sailor ain't a savior 'cause they only tell you lies. ❜

❛ he's laying in the water, begging god to let him down. ❜

❛ i showed him all my teeth and then i laughed out loud. ❜

❛ i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found. ❜

❛ that should teach a man to mess with me. ❜

❛ i'm glad i met the devil 'cause he showed me i was weak, and a little piece of him is a little piece of me. ❜

YA’ABURNEE 

❛ i can't decide if i love you more at morning or i love you more at night. ❜

❛ the moon don't pick sides and the sun won't resign until you're by my side. ❜

❛ your beauty is a blessing. ❜

❛ i never got to tell you how i lovеd the way my eyes makе yours look green. ❜

❛ i think we could live forever in each others faces. ❜

❛ if we don't live forever maybe one day we'll trade places. ❜

❛ darling, you will bury me before i bury you. ❜

❛ i'll never know if there's danger in confession. ❜

❛ it's memory that presses like a blade against my throat. ❜

❛ or to die without revealing that you got inside my head. ❜

❛ love is just a currency so take my pockets, and take me home. ❜

❛ take my life, and take my soul, wrap me in a wedding ring. ❜

[scarofthewind]

Kinktober Day 3 - Dacryphilia

A/N: I hope y’all are enjoying these! Sorry if they come out a day or two late and sorry if they suck...

Warnings: Rape, noncon, slight abuse warning, some of the slashers are bottoms in this. 

word count: 1.3k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Brahms Heelshire: “I love you, you know that right?” Brahms’ voice was far too sweet to make you feel anything but nervous as you slowly nodded at him as he increased the setting on the vibrator. The feeling of the buzz on your sore clit made you wail as another orgasm rippled through you, your cunt tightening around his cock and making him grunt in enjoyment. “So why do you always find ways to piss me off?” He groans, keeping the vibrator there despite your struggles against the bindings on your wrists and ankles that were keeping you in place. “M’ sorry, I didn’t mean-” Brahms cuts you off with a finger to your lips as your hips buck against his front. The tears that were sliding down your cheeks only made Brahms smile as he continued his ministrations. “You need to be punished,” he grunts, tossing the vibrator behind him before moving his hips and feeling your walls flutter around him. 

Thomas Hewitt: The sound of the headboard banging against the wall and the high pitched moans leaving your lips echoed throughout the house. Thomas had fucked a load into already and he was still going, watching the tears of pleasure and pain flood from your eyes. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m almost done,” he grunts against your throat as he folds your legs up; your knees near your head as he uses the new angle to hit a deeper spot inside you. “You’re so good for me baby, such a good girl,” Thomas groans, wiping the tears from your eyes before kissing you softly despite the roughness of his thrusts. Your little moans and pants made him harder than a rock and it took everything in him to not bust right then and there but the look on your face as he fucked you into another world, made him hold off on finishing. Anything to see those pretty eyes filled with tears of pleasure. 

Jason Voorhees: Another long day of a wave of sadness had swept over you just as the ice that frosted over the lake outside the cabin did. You often times missed your family and friends but you knew none of them would ever love you as much as Jason did- or maybe that was just the Stockholm Syndrome talking. If you weren’t made for him, then why did it feel so good when he touched you, or kissed you, or made love to you in the dark of the night? If you weren’t meant to be, then why did it feel as though your cunt was molded to his cock perfectly; taking him all the way to the base? If you weren’t soulmates, then why did the tears of pleasure that left your eyes every time he ripped orgasm after orgasm from your body, only make him continue? The way you wrapped your arms around his neck only made Jason sure that you were his forever as he dumped another load of cum into your cunt, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes. 

William Emmerson/Schenk: “I asked you if they were too tight,” he says gently, helping soothe your body as he undid the rest of the ropes that were wrapped around your body. “I’m fine,” you assure him, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth as he lets you lay him back against the headboard. William grips your face roughly, pushing you back for a second before wiping the remaining tears from under your eyes. “They’re good tears, happy ones,” you say, situating yourself over his hardened cock and helping him remove his t-shirt. The minute your eyes meet his, you notice a dark change in them and a small smile pulls at his lips. “Good because those expressions you made were absolutely stunning.” You let out a yelp of surprise as he pins you on your back, pressing his lips to yours once more before sinking his cock into you. “Cry for me again, okay?”

Michael Myers: You couldn’t move an inch, not with how hard Michael had your pressed against the mattress. His arms were planted on both sides of your head and his pace was ruthless and damn near painful as his cock repeatedly hit your cervix. Your body shook with the force of his movements and you gripped his shoulders tighter, your legs squeezing around his waist as you let out a quiet sob, making Michael stiffen for a second. “You’re okay, just a bit more for me,” he grunts, taking your head in his hands and watching a few tears slip from your eyes. As soon as you nod, he swings your legs up over his shoulders and presses further into you, making you let out another cry against his neck as he picks up his pace.

Bo Sinclair: A high pitched yelp escaped your lips the minute his rough hand came in contact with your rear; you were splayed over Bo’s lap, your ass in his hands as he kneaded the sore flesh. “Don’t cry, we haven’t even started yet,” he said with a taunting tone, his eyes looking over your face as he moves a hand to cup your chin, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth. “Jesus you’re filthy,” he grunts before flipping you over and pressing two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them in the right place to have you seeing stars. 

Charles Lee Ray: “Quit it will ya’, you’re gonna wake the neighbors,” Charles grunted from above you, working his cock into your cunt which was no where near prepped. Another sob escaped your lips as he started to move the minute he bottomed out. You’d been thankful he took you off the streets; letting you stay in his place for just the cost of sex...even if you weren’t in the mood. “Don’t get that mascara on the sheets or it’ll ruin them,” he chuckles, leaning over your back and pressing your cheek further into the pillow below you. You both knew that tears that fell down your face only fueled his movements and it didn’t take long before he was cumming on your back, leaving you to clean up the mess.

Vincent Sinclair: The second you refused to untie him made him rethink his whole life. “Fuck baby please move,” Vincent hisses, feeling your velvety walls suckle around him as you sat perched on his lap, staring down at him with a smile. “It hurts- get off!” He groans, his eyes glossing over as you continue to move, working around his cock to the point he was shooting blanks. “You’re so pretty like this,” you taunt, mocking his words he uses on you as you move your hips, acting as though you’re about to move off his cock before sinking back down. It doesn’t take long before he’s trembling and a few tears have left his eyes from the sheer force of the overstimulation. 

Bubba Sawyer: “Too much!” Bubba’s voice comes out in a higher shout that he meant to as he pulls your head off his cock, red and overstimulated beyond what he usually could handle. “I can’t,” he grunts, fisting the sheets under him as you continue to pump his cock. “You can baby, just one more time for me,” You hum sweetly, watching his glassy eyes blink away a few tears of overstimulation. A shiver runs through your body as he lets out a loud groan before his hips jerk and he cums only a few drops onto your hand. “No more,” he pants, thighs trembling from the force of his orgasms as you move up to kiss him reassuringly. Bubba lets out a whine as he feels your hand move along his cock once more, “One more time?” You ask so sweetly, it nearly makes him sob.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Bear the Pain

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Human Wife)Reader

Original Request: If i haven't already sent this request could you do a Rosalie hale x human wife reader where reader and rosalie are trying for a baby and when reader finally becomes pregnant it results in the same complications as Bella's pregnancy in breaking dawn and it almost kills reader and all rosalie can do is listen to reader's screams and smell reader's blood when reader goes into labor

Summary: Science is constantly changing as technology advances. You and Rosalie have been trying for a baby for the longest time. However, after finally getting pregnant using Rosalie’s bone marrow to make the sperm, the term of carrying the child turns out to be much more than you expected.

Warnings: Labor (similar to Bella’s in Breaking Dawn): C-Section birth, blood, 18+ NSFW: (Top!)Rosalie x (Bottom!)Reader, strap-on s3x

A/n: Okay hear me out, I don’t usually write (Top!)Character x (Bottom!)Reader smut so I tried :)

Key: +*+ = Time skip

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It had been awhile since you had the talk with Rosalie. Wanting to have a child of your own. With her. You wanted it to be a special night between the both of you. You decided to take her away to one of your family lake-houses down in Lake Tahoe, California.

“Rosalie,” You call out to your wife

No response...

“Rosalie!” You call again, with a little more power in your voice

Still, no response.

Rosalie had been avoiding people, specifically you, even agreeing to go vacation with you, it had only been the first couple nights there and you’ve been sleeping along in bed. You get Rosalie not needing sleep anymore but, you were growing tired of going to bed alone and waking up alone. Sometimes it felt like that you were the only one on vacation. 

Rosalie I swear to god...

But, oh how you were excellent at tracking her down. You were a regular human, but your intuition always led to where exactly Rosalie would be; in the bedroom this time.

“Rosie,” You sit next to her, “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

“You know you can’t hide from it forever,” You say, “You also were the one that wanted the kid in the first place.”

“I’m... Nervous,” Rosalie says, “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Since when did you ever hurt me Rosie?” You ask

“Last year...” Rosalie says, shamefully

“R-Rosalie Hale that was my first time doing anything intimate,” You say, “It was supposed to hurt the first time.”

“How was I supposed to remember that?” Rosalie sighs into her hands

You sigh as you hook your leg over Rosalie’s thighs as you situate yourself into her lap. Rosalie picks up her face and looks up, immediately but slowly coiling her hands around your waist.

“Now,” You finally smile, “Are you still willing to make this child with me?”

Rosalie nods.

“And we already talked over who’d carry the child; me,” You explain, “They already extracted your bone marrow to make the sperm needed.”

“And?” Rosalie asks 

“All that’s left is the... experience for making the baby...” You say, trying to act innocent about it

You attempt to subtly gyrate your hips in Rosalie’s lap; to no avail. You let out a gentle gasp when you felt nails digging into your ass.

“So needy,” Rosalie teases

“Oh you’re just as needy,” You tease back, “You’ve always wanted to see what it was like to dick me down.”

Rosalie puts the palm of her hands on your waistline as she tosses you onto your back. 

“Don’t push your luck now kitty,” Rosalie says, “Stay here... No moving...”

Rosalie gets up from the bed and walks into her closet. You wait there patiently like she had ordered you to. Rosalie comes back with a strap on.

“Good kitty,” Rosalie smiles

You lay there awkwardly as Rosalie begins stripping her outer layer of clothing, revealing her luxurious lingerie that’s hugging her body in the right way. 

“What re you waiting for an invitation? Take off your clothes for me,” Rosalie orders

You hop off of the bed to stand directly in front of Rosalie. Not taking your eyes off her one as you also strip your outer layer of clothing and revealing your lingerie. They’re less luxurious but the look in Rosalie’s eyes told you otherwise. You only unclip your bra and toss it into Rosalie’s face. 

“Like what you see?” You flirt, shaking your ass

Rosalie’s eyes narrow as her eyes trail down from your bottom half to the top. The corner of Rosalie’s lips curve into a wicked smile as she presses you to sit back onto the bed as she begins placing the fake dick onto her hipline. Your fingers begin unconsciously reaching down to your clit as Rosalie adjusts the strap to fit her. 

“No no no,” Rosalie pins your hands above your head

She easily slides her hips between your thighs. Her body flush against yours as the dick on the strap gently rubbing against your already wet panties.

“No touching,” Rosalie growls, “That’s my job.”

“I... I thought your job was to fuck my brains out...” You say, trying to act innocent

“That too,” Rosalie giggles, “Now keep your hands up there.”

You nod as Rosalie drops her head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You felt Rosalie’s breath on you as you lay there, unsure of how she wants you under her. You continue to fight the urge to run your fingers through her hair as she continues to kiss, lick, suck and bite her way down your body. 

“You're so stiff little bat,” She coos as she places kisses down your stomach 

“Believe me, I want to squirm,” You whimper, “But mommy said not to move...”

“I revoke that,” She says, “you can move now little bat.”

Your hands immediately bolt downward into Rosalie’s hair, tugging at it.

“Easy there love,” She coos, growling at the small form of pain, “I haven’t even scratched the surface yet...”

You felt her long nails gently scratch down your stomach. You let out mouthed whimpers as your back arches.

“Open your mouth baby,” She says, “I want to hear you.”

As soon as your mouth opens, Rosalie latches her mouth onto your dripping core. You let out a yelp as Rosalie lubricates your clit with her tongue. 

“Ahh... R-Rosalie...” You moan

Rosalie lets out a low, guttural chuckle as she coils her arms around your hips. She gently presses her palms on your stomach to keep you from bucking your hips.

“R-Rosalie I... I can't,” You squeak, “N-Not before you-”

“Don’t worry, I’m getting it all ready,” She coos

You watch her stand on her feet whilst she begins applying lubrication to the strap.  Your hand unconsciously reaches down to your clit as you continue to watch Rosalie begin to insert the sperm into the dildo. 

“You ready baby?” Rosalie asks, tossing the now empty bottle onto the floor.

You nod, too head over heels to form words. Rosalie’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she presses both sides of the bed and leans down to you. Your masturbating hand releases itself from your wet womanhood as they slowly wrap around Rosalie’s torso. For the first time in what felt like ages for you, she gently caresses your cheek as she leans down further; closing the gap between your faces, capturing your lips in a very delicate makeout session. 

“Rosalie...” You moan her name in between kisses

“Y/n...” She replies back

You were going to open your mouth however, only a squeal comes out when you felt the strap slow lying sliding into you.

“Fuck,” You hiss

“Does it hurt?” Rosalie asks

It did however, although you were no longer a virgin, you underestimated the size of the dildo Rosalie decided to surprise you with.

“A little,” You sigh, whimpering when you feel Rosalie thrust, “You’re... Just...”

Your hands snake into Rosalie’s hair, tugging her down for her lips to hover over the crook of your neck but for your lips to hover around Rosalie’s ear.

“So big...” You whisper

Rosalie chuckles, her breath tickling your neck.Your hands go back to scratching at her back when she begins thrusting faster. You felt a jolt of pain when you felt Rosalie beginning to suck on your neck. Though you didn’t feel her bite into you to draw blood. 

“God you’re perfect y/n,” Rosalie whispers

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. It wasn’t because of all the euphoria you were experiencing, it wasn’t because you thought of all the jealous men who could have Rosalie but here she is with you; a woman, it was because of how she could absolutely rail your brains out but all be sweet and caring at the same time. 

“How’s that?” She stops gyrating her hips to look down at you

“Faster...” You breathe, not breaking eye contact with her 

She smiles as she lifts her body away from you to remove the bra she was wearing. 

“You’re so soft,” You state, trying to not squeal 

Vampires were notoriously beautiful; golden eyes, porcelain-like skin... Rosalie was no different. However, among any of the Cullens, you found your attraction to the most stubborn yet beautiful vampire in all of Forks, Washington. 

“Perks of being a vampire,” Rosalie smirks, “I’m going to make you cum as many times as I want.”

“Challenge accepted,” You say, feeling bold

“Ohhh,” Rosalie hisses, “You’re so cocky.”

Your head leans back into the pillow as Rosalie firmly thrusts her hips against you. Rosalie hooks her arms underneath your knees, lifting them over her shoulders; giving the dildo further access into you.

“Oh god R-Rosalie,” You squeal, digging your nails into her back

Rosalie doesn’t answer as she continues to screw the daylights out of you. You weren’t sure how to make her feel aroused, remembering that she didn’t receive head like she did for you.

“R-Rosalie wait...” You breathe heavily 

“What's wrong?” She asks, panic beginning settle in, “Did I hurt you?...”

“N-No it’s just,” You begin, not knowing how to be straightforward with what you want

“Baby, you can be honest with me,” Rosalie calmly tells you, caressing your cheek, “I can stop and I can insert it to you normally.”

“No it’s not that it’s just...” You trail off

Rosalie waits for you to tell her what you want. Too embarrassed to use your own words, you push Rosalie’s arms out from under your legs and hook them around her waist and shift yourself over; putting you back in Rosalie’s lap.

“I want to please you like you do for me,” You finally find the confidence to confess, “You always give it to me good.. I want to do the same for you.”

“Oh baby,” Rosalie starts, “You already please me. More than you know.”

“I want to please you my way,” You say

You bounce your entire self onto Rosalie’s step; Rosalie watching your bare breasts bounce. However, you already felt yourself falling over. You actually never been in this position before, so seeing Rosalie under you was a new experience. You place the palms of your hands press against Rosalie’s stomach as you felt yourself falling forward. However, Rosalie’s hands catch your hips, using her thumbs to straighten you out. 

“I got you,” Rosalie coos, “I got you baby.”

You sit there nervously, unsure of how to continue. Seeing Rosalie under you made you feel embarrassed. 

Me and my sudden boost of confidence...

“Hey...” Rosalie sits up, her body pressing against yours again

She tenderly wraps her arms around your torso, looking up at you.

“You’re doing so good baby,” She compliments you, “You being mine absolutely sets me on fire...”

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. You knew Rosalie would be able to hear it too.

“Oh so you just needed some confidence boost huh?” Rosalie smirks

“Don’t push your luck Rosie,” You pout, “You know I never topped before...”

“Oh you haven’t?” Rosalie asks, acting like she doesn’t know

“You know that I haven’t,” You say

“I know,” Rosalie smiles, “I just like messing with you sometimes.”

“Meanie,” You pout

“What are you gonna do about it? Huh?” Rosalie asks, almost taunting you

You take both of Rosalie’s hands and place them on your perked breasts. She gives them a firm squeeze as you let out a sigh.

“You’re beautiful,” She smiles as she runs her tongue gently on the surface of your nipple before taking it into her mouth

Rosalie’s other hand goes back to your hip, gesturing you to continue riding her. You run your fingers into Rosalie’s hair as you pick up your pace. 

“Rosalie,” You moan as you felt a small pain dispersing all over your body from your torso, “Easy kitty... You just might make me bleed.”

“We don't want that do we?” She asks, looking up at you

“Definitely not,” You reply, continuing to ride her into oblivion

Your fingers tug on her hair as you felt your inner walls begin to squeeze on the strap and you felt strong tingling sensations beginning to travel up your legs.

“Rosalie I’m... I’m cumming,...” You moan

“Oh are you now?” She asks

You nod. You gasp when she gets on top of you again and begins thrusting again. 

“Make me cum mommy,” You beg

“Mommy?” She asks, smirking, “That’s new.”

“I should be calling you that often,” You flirt, smiling, “Make. Me. Cum.”

She presses her body against yours as she makes her thrusts faster. One arm curls around your hips as the other reaches down towards the strap.

“Rosalie I’m gonna...” You moan, a breath hitching in your stomach

“Cum baby,” Rosalie growls in your ear

Your fingers dig into Rosalie’s skin as you unravel yourself under her. As you were coming down from your high, you open your eyes to Rosalie’s golden eyes looking down at you. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Your hands move from the underside of Rosalie’s arms to caressing her cheeks.

“What?” Rosalie asks, smiling

“You’re about to be a mommy,” You giggle

“You keep calling em that and that will be the only thing I’ll think about when our kid calls us that,” She says

“Oh you’ll like it either way,” You continue giggling

Rosalie smiles with you as she closes the gap between your faces, a soft kiss ensuing.

“I love you y/n,” Rosalie says

“I love you too,” You smile

+*+

What you weren’t prepared for was how weak you felt. It wasn't the typical morning sickness type of weak. You felt... drained. 

“Does she need blood?” Rosalie asks, turning to Carlisle

“I don’t know,” He answers, “We’ll have to find out.”

Carlisle disappears into the house while Rosalie and Esme come sit around you.

“Hey hey,” You smile as Rosalie puts the upper half of your body into her

Your fingers slowly snake their way onto her jawline as she curls her arms around you like the protective wife she is for you.

“I knew this was a bad idea...” Rosalie whispers

“What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head upward, “Like I said before Rosie, you and I throughly talked this through, you aren’t able to carry the child but I can.”

“But... What if... What if something bad happens to you and...” Rosalie begins attempting to think too much

“Hey... Rosalie...” You try to calm her down, “Rosalie look at me.”

Turning onto your stomach to kneel next to her, you take her face into your weakening hands. The only thing keeping you steady was Rosalie’s proactive hands.

“We’ve talked about this too,” You say, “Should anything happen to me, turn me.”

“I know but-” Rosalie tries to think, “I want you to live a life... One where you don’t have to become a monster like me...”

“Rosalie Lillian Hale,” You address her by her full name, “Look at me.”

Rosalie stops mid sentence, realizing that you had said her full name. She was surprised, even in your weakened state, you still manage to gather enough energy to firmly address her.

“All my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to find my soulmate,” You say, “My soulmate being a vampire was the last thing I expected but that’s besides my point. My point is, is that I would rather become a monster if it meant I could be with you forever... I don’t really have any family left... Except this one... So, please... Turn me if something happens to me while giving birth to our baby...”

Rosalie reluctantly nods. She's never had to turn anyone before. She especially wouldn’t want you to experience the pain of turning.

+*+

Over the next several months Rosalie never left your side, even if she needed to feed she never left. 

Time was irrelevant.

Because after the beginning of the fetal development, you’ve felt fine. The blood Carlisle was giving you was giving the developing fetus substance whilst you were still able to eat regular human food.

“I’m impressed,” Carlisle writes in his journal, “When Bella had Renesmee she was only able to have blood.”

“It’s as much of a mystery to me Carlisle,” You say

Though, you still felt weak physically. Weak enough that Rosalie had to practically be at your side to take you to certain places in the house, to which she’d often be carrying you everywhere. 

“Rosalie you do know that you don’t have tp be carrying me around right?” You ask as she continues giving you a bath

“I’m not about to let you fall over y/n, possibly getting a miscarriage,” Rosalie says

“You need to go out and feed too you know,” You add, “you’ve been cooped up in here the last several months with me.”

“So?” Rosalie asks, “Carlisle is willing to bring in food for me. You also think I’m going to leave you alone?” 

You turn in the chair you were sitting in and press your now bony palms on her cheeks

“No but, I don’t want the sole focus being on me if you don’t get to do things for yourself,” You say

“The things I want to do for myself are with you, and them,” Rosalie says, gently  pressing her forehead onto yours

As subtly as you could, you take a handful of water and splash Rosalie with it.

“Y/n!” She gasps

You hear her growl when she turns her head back to you. But, she also knows she can’t be mad at you.

“Shower with me,” You say

Rosalie lets out a long sigh, but her mouth curling into a smile as she stands up and strips her now wet clothing. She takes your hands as she slowly makes her way underneath the shower head. However, as soon as you sands, you immediately begin falling to the ground. However, you feel a [air of arms wrap around you tightly.

“I’ve got you baby,” Rosalie says, pulling you back up, a smile curving on her mips, “I’ve got you.” 

Still holding onto you, Rosalie takes one hand and turns on the shower head. As it heats up, you lean your head against her shoulder. 

“Rosalie,” You call her name

“Yes y/n?” She replies

“I love you,” You say

“I love you too,” She replies, placing her hand on your head

+*+

You were sitting in bed, reading a book, Rosalie’s head in your lap, gently caressing the baby bump. You motion for Rosalie to sit up in order for you to go to the bathroom. Rosalie hops off of the bed to help keep you steady. 

“You’re going to be okay?” Rosalie asks

“I’ll be fine,” You smile

You give Rosalie a quick kiss before you slowly shut bathroom door, leaving it unlocked in the case that you actually need her. You grip too some of the appliances in the bathroom as you make your way to the toilet. You began doing your business, you believed it was going well for a while until you felt a scrunching pain in your stomach. You quickly finish and attempt to reach for the door.

“R-Rosalie!” You yell

Almost immediately Rosalie bursts through the door; seeing you nearly on the floor.

“The baby,” You groan, “Get-get me in the bathtub...”

Without a second to think Rosalie sweeps you into her arms and rushes you to Carlisle.

“Carlisle!” Rosalie calls for him, “Y/n’s going into labor!”

“Get her on the table,” Carlisle immediately springs from his chair

Esme follows behind him. Rosalie places you onto the table as Carlisle begins feeling around your stomach.

“Rosalie I need to inject morphine into y/n, I have to do a C-section,” He says

Rosalie frantically searches for the fluid, as does Esme. Carlisle begins setting you up to an IV as fast as he could.

“Hurry!” He yells

Esme hands a syringe to him and he looks at the label.

“Good,” He says

He injects the morphine into your system however you begin squealing in pain.

“The morphine is spreading too slow!” Rosalie says, “We have to get the baby out now”!

“We have to give it a couple more minutes,” Carlisle tells Rosalie

“No, she’s right,” You groan, “I don’t know how log it’ll be until the baby wants to come out...”

“We can’t risk you losing too much blood.” Esme says

“There’s no time!” Rosalie panics

Seeing the terrified look on Rosalie’s face. Carlisle reaches over to the tray of scalpels. 

“Do it...” You beg him

As soon as you felt the blade run across you're stomach you let out an ear piercing scream of agony. However, when you look over at Rosalie, her eyes turned dark, most likely from the smell of your blood.

“Esme get Rosalie out of here!” Carlisle tells his wife

Esme immediately grabs a hunger-crazed Rosalie and practically drags her out of the room. As much as you wanted Rosalie to be by your side, you didn’t want her to give into the temptation of drinking human blood. 

“N-no... I have to be there for her!” Rosalie says

“Your eyes darkened Rosalie,” Esme tells her daughter, “You can’t be around her right now... I’m sorry...”

Rosalie attempts to break out of Esme’s embrace and run back into the room. But, Esme was stronger.

“Emse let go!” Rosalie tries to fight 

“You know I can’t do that Rosie”! Esme argues

“Y/n... Y/n!!” Rosalie yells

“Rosalie!!!!” You scream your wifes name in pain

Rosalie suddenly stops fighting... Hearing her name out of your mouth in such a painful tone sent something else in her brain. She begins to sink down whilst still being in Esme’s grip and begins sobbing. 

“I’m sorry Rosie...” Esme comforts her, “I’m sorry...”

Rosalie continues to sob into Esme’s shoulder as she continues listening to your screams of pain.

+*+

Rosalie wasn’t sure how long she was crying for but she hears Carlisle clearing his throat. Rosalie slowly breaks away from Esme’;s arms and wipes her tears. 

“Go in there,” He says, “I’ve cleared as much of y/n’s blood as much as possible.”

The moment Rosalie had calmed down, she heard two heartbeats. she immediately bursts through the door and stops to stare at the sight; You were moved onto a different bed, pale, weak, but you were still alive. Alive enough to hold your newborn baby. The baby holding onto your index finger. You shift your head to look up and smile.

“Say hi to our baby boy,” You say

Rosalie slowly makes her way to the bedside. She looks down at the baby, then to you.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Rosalie asks

“I was thinking... Mylo,” You say

“Mylo...” Rosalie thinks, “I like it. Milo Hale...”

Rosalie takes Mylo from your arms, allowing you to rest.

“Hi,” Rosalie coos, rocking him

“Y/n will have to stay in here for awhile Rosalie,” Carlisle comes in, “I need to keep her on the IV.”

“For how long?” She asks

“Couple weeks to a month, at most,” He says

“Hey,” You place your hand on her thigh, “It’s going to be okay...”

+*+

You wake up from a nap from god knows how many days you’ve been stuck in bed after finally leaving the raggedy hospital bed, but the only difference was that you got to wake up next to Rosalie.

“Morning sleepyhead,” She smiles, “how’d you sleep?”

“Couldn’t move a goddamn inch,” You groan at your stitches

“I’m sorry,” She kisses the side of your head, “Carlisle said it was a miracle that you survived. considering that you gave birth to another hybrid. You get to stay human.”

“Yeah...” You say, but sighing

“What’s wrong?” She asks

“I’m still a human...” you say, “I’m going to grow old and die eventually while you continue living immortally...”

“Who said about keeping you human for very much longer?” Rosalie says

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking up at her

“Well... Once Carlisle does more research on our son, to see if he’ll end up like Renesmee, there’s a possibility of discussion of turning you...” Rosalie explains, while twirling a strand of your hair between her fingers

“Really?!” You ask

Your body attempts to sit up but immediately stop when you felt unfathomable pain shoot all over your nervous system.

“Ah shit...” You groan, laying back down

“Easy there little bat,” Rosalie giggles, “We still have time...”

“Time flies though...” You say

“hey,” Rosalie coos, placing her delicate fingers on your chin, “Once Mylo gets a little older, and you’re fully healed; stitches gone and everything, we can talk then. Okay?” She asks

You nod, pulling her face towards yours for a kiss.

“I love you... Y/n Hale,” Rosalie says

[majestyeverlasting]

Hi! Congrats on your one month tumblr anniversary!! Could you please do prompts 30 and 49 with tfatws!bucky x reader? Thank you!

♡ Hi! Thank you so much!! I've been taking my time with these requests in hopes of making each of them special, so I appreciate your patience. In this one, Bucky and the reader travel down to Delacroix, Louisiana to meet up with Sam, Sarah, and the boys at a nice vacation rental on the lake. There's road trip vibes and reunion vibes with cute moments sprinkled in throughout. I hope you enjoy!

♡ Prompt 30: "How many of my hoodies have you snatched up at this point, hmm?"

♡ Prompt 49: "I've never noticed these freckles on your back."

♡ To make a request for my One Month Tumblr-versary, check out my Fluffy Prompt List :)

I Can Feel It Too

Moment after moment, the world outside passed by in a colorful blur; everything from cityscapes, to green pastures, to the low, rolling mountains of the Appalachian. Evening had fallen, and the two of you were approximately two hours away from Delacroix. As you gazed out the passenger window, the clouds above appeared to be rosy as the sun crept further towards the horizon. Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh as he drove, a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. You guys had been taking turns driving the entire way.

Upon reaching the halfway point the previous night, the two of you had booked a hotel room to rejuvenate before setting back out for second day of traveling. Despite how endless the journey had grown to seem, nothing beat being on the road with Bucky. Perhaps, it would’ve been easier to hop on a plane, but there was an undeniable intimacy to only having the road and each other for miles on end.

A few weeks prior, Sam had told him that he was going to Louisiana come the end of the month. That’s what sparked the idea of meeting him there. It had been a while since the two men had seen each other, and even longer since Bucky had been around the community he carried so much gratitude for. The people of Delacroix had lifted his spirits and made him feel at home when he needed it the most. So after you and Bucky confirmed that you’d be driving down as well, Sam booked a vacation rental to accommodate everyone.

Looking away from the pink clouds, you began to play with Bucky’s fingers. There were a couple of rings adorning them—rings you had gotten him. You twisted them idly. For the longest time, the only “jewelry” he wore were his dog tags. You insisted that he started wearing other small pieces, so he wore the rings to appease you. They looked good on him. Enough so that he grew to like them himself after a while.

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed over his knuckles. “Love you,” you spoke into his skin.

He briefly looked over at you. “Love you too, doll.”

The sound of the tires spinning against the asphalt eventually lulled you into a dreamless sleep. Bucky no longer had anyone to talk or point things out to, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. Especially if it meant that you’d be getting some extra rest. He simply listened to the soft music playing from the stereo and watched the scenery continue to shift. Later, when more marshy bodies of water began to appear alongside the road, it was evident that you two had made it into Delacroix.

When your eyes fluttered open, it was darker than before. The headlights were illuminating a dirt driveway that winded towards a colonial-style home. A few of the curtained windows glowed with warm light coming from the inside. There were also a couple of lights on the porch to prevent the property from looking too dim.

Upon getting closer, Bucky slowed the vehicle to a stop, and cut the engine with a sigh. Then, he looked over at you with a small smile. “We made it,” he said softly.

You returned his smile. “We made it.”

The front door of the house opened when the two of you got out of the car and began stretching. A familiar face appeared, and his voice pierced the symphony of chirping bugs. “Aye! The Brooklyn crew’s here!”

“What’s up, man?” Bucky called back. You gave a happy wave.

Sam jogged over and pulled Bucky into a hug, patting him on the back. Then he wrapped you in a more gentle embrace, giving you a squeeze. He was warm and smelled earthy. The night air was crisp and there was a pleasant stillness to being out in the woods.

Sam shook his head as he looked over the two of you. “It’s been too long.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair. Then his gaze turned curious, more genuine. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, man. You know I can’t complain,” he said, nodding along with his words. “How ‘bout you two?”

Bucky pulled you closer to his side. “Never better, thanks to this one.”

“Ditto,” you said. That earned a laugh from them.

“But, for real though,” Bucky continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” You gave a hum of agreement.

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Sam said. A couple seconds passed before he clapped his hands together. “Well, let me go ahead and help y’all bring your stuff inside. You guys probably wanna turn in early tonight.” He looked between you and Bucky with a smile. “I know that drive from New York was no joke.”

“It definitely felt like forever,” you agreed, laughing. “But it feels so good to finally be here.”

Sam sighed. “Well, hey. We appreciate you guys for making the trip. It’s gonna be a chill two weeks,” he promised. “Sarah’s making breakfast in the morning and we’re gonna eat out back on the lake. It’s gonna be great.”

Upon entering the house with your bags and suitcases, you and Bucky were greeted by Sarah, AJ, and Cass, who had been awaiting you in the living room. They’d already changed into their pajamas. A loving round of hello’s and hugs were exchanged. In the background, a cartoon show that the boys had been watching ran quietly. The interior of the house was furnished beautifully with neutral tones and pops of bolder colors.

“I’m so glad you two made it in alright,” Sarah said afterwards. “I’ll go ahead and show you which room is yours.”

The bedroom was at the back of the house with a view of the lake. The pale moonlight reflected in the water with a sparkle. Later, after everyone had retreated to their own rooms for the night, and you and Bucky were alone, you gazed out at it. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Wait a minute…”

“What?” You turned around to face him. His eyes looked over you.

“Is this mine?” He gently pulled the drawstrings of the dark gray hoodie you were wearing. You had dug it out of your suitcase to ride out the slight chill passing through the house. Someone had set the AC a notch too low.

Bucky didn’t seem to mind the temperature, however. He had yet to pair a shirt with his black basketball shorts.

“It’s yours,” you admitted, giving him a playful bat of your eyelashes.

He cupped your chin with his real hand. “How many of my hoodies have you snatched up at this point, hmm?” You couldn’t help a little laugh. And you were humming a second later when he leaned in to kiss you.

“I don’t know,” you said after he pulled away. “I had to pack at least one of them. They’re cozy and they smell like you.”

“And I bet it’s never gonna find its way back onto my side of the closet.” He tapped your nose.

You grabbed his hand and kissed his finger. “It might.”

“We’ll see about that, pretty girl.” You watched as he went to start pulling back the covers on the bed in preparation for you two going sleep. The comforter was a deep olive that matched the color of the abstract leaf painting that hung over the wooden headboard.

When he finished, he laid horizontally across the bed, letting his head fall lax. “Mmm. It's as comfy as it looks,” he murmured. “M’gonna sleep so good tonight.”

You crawled onto the bed to lay beside him. It was extremely comfortable. When he gave you a tired smile, you propped yourself up and began tracing sweeping lines along his broad back. His muscles relaxed even more beneath your touch. You smiled when your fingers came to a particular place near the bottom of his spine.

“Aww,” you cooed. Bucky lifted his brows. “I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back before.” You brushed your fingertips over the tiny brown spots.

“Surprise,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled wider. “You’re annoying,” you quipped lightheartedly. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you for a few moments. The sound of the bugs chirping outside was faint but audible. Finally, you said, “Being here is gonna be so much fun. I can already feel it.”

“I can feel it too.”

[kiridarling]

[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

→ Definitely went to work that day

→ Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.

Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.

— k.b

→ When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because he’s taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.

→ Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurant—so fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But you’re his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.

→ Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.

"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?”

→ He’s condescending as fuck but you’re totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsuki’s plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re all over each other, and if it weren’t for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldn’t have.

→ He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bag—it’s clearly full. With what, you may ask?

→ Sex toys!

→ Katsuki’s endgame is simple—make you cum until you can’t anymore. Not that he’s told you explicitly, but he’s got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.

→ Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.

“Again.”

→ So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time you’re on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and you’re so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, it’s fucking impossible for him to give it to you.

→ Upon voicing your concerns, Katsuki’s devilish smile only grows wider.

“You want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckin’ choke on it.”

→ It’s basically cannon that one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. It’s sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.

“S-So good—fuck—such a good whore, taking all of me, aren’t you?”

→ Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.

→ Katsuki’s never been one to take things slow in bed—to him, it’s all hard and fast and now. You’re scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?

→ Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckin’ do it. Fuckin—fuck—”

→ You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and then—

→ Darkness.

→ You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because he’s found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.

→ (And he’ll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, but…what if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)

→ (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)

(Stay safe angels <3)

And speaking of Eijirou...

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

→ Definitely did not go to work that day.

→ Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we don’t talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.

→ The location? A surprise.

→ It’s dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She could’ve at least said bye.

"[Y/N?]"

→ Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it would’ve taken a forever for him to set this up.

→ But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that he’s on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.

“U-Uh.”

→ Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that he’s the least bit nervous for this.

“See…I swear I had planned something to say, but you look…holy shit, um—stunning, you look stunning.”

→ His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, he’s holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.

“Listen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lot—obviously—and I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because you’re like…the love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if I’m going too fast o-or you just don’t wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but um…yeah.”

→ You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. It’s cute.

→ ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His “babe! The ring!” is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

→ No shit, Sherlock.

→ Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.

→ Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?"

“You’re gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s face.”

→ Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.

→ As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.

“Gosh, fuck—I love you so much. A-And I’m really happy you said yes. I…”

→ You cum first and Eijirou isn’t far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancé unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.

→ In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

→ Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.

→ Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.

→ After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the “hardships of being single.” (Denki’s words.)

→ A few hours pass. You’re tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:

“I—uh, y-you are—uhm, no…this is—“

→ You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.

“This was uhm, really fun and uh, I think you’re really cool.”

→ So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.

→ After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denki’s never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. It’s hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.

→ Denki doesn’t expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs.  Due to the fact that there’s alcohol pumping in Denki’s veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, he’s extra-sensitive. And vocal. 

"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that again—yeah, yeah just like that."

→ His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later. 

→ It doesn't take Denki a long time to cum—five minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.

→ To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.

→ Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

→ Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.

"Hello pretty~"

→ Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isn’t shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.

"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?”

→ Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.

→ Denki's tentative about it at first because he’s not sure how you’ll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.

→ His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, he’s practically begging to fuck you.

“Please? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wanna—I need to—please?”

→ Like you needed any convincing in the first place.

→ You ride him per his request—and will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? He’ll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isn’t that great.)

"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."

→ There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)—definitely with you in his lap. When he cums, it’s cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?

→ The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, there’s a note with his number and an explanation:

had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

— kaminari

[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-

also don’t worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]

[cultivatedmemes]

Dragon Age II Starters feel free to change gender specific words, pronouns,  whatever you like to make it fit your muse better!

❝ Something about this place is unsettling. It's like... underwear that never quite sits right. ❞

❝ Oh, look at them! They're like kittens... who want to eat you. ❞

❝ Looking for a ditch to lay face down in? I can recommend one. ❞

❝ Come on, haven't you ever wanted to slap me? Just a little? ❞

❝ That would be a shame, wouldn't it? Everyone deserves a good smiting now and then. I could use one right this minute. ❞

❝ Family's not just the people you're related to by blood. There are other people who care about you. ❞

❝ Sometimes, I miss being that selfish. ❞

❝ The past's past. I learned that young. If it can't bring you gold or giggles, what's the point in dwelling on it? ❞

❝ I don't know how you live the way you do, blithely ignoring the consequences of your actions. ❞

❝ Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world. ❞

❝ The difference between whores and courtesans is... well, they have nicer shoes. ❞

❝ You see, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six. ❞

❝ Why? Why do you say these things? ❞

❝ So what's with that magical fisting thing you do? ❞

❝ It's not about who's dangerous. It's about having choices made for you. ❞

❝ You seem especially broody today. ❞

❝ You sort of... swagger when you walk. I've been trying, but I trip over my own feet when I do it. ❞

❝ Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds. ❞

❝ It's frightening, isn't it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person? ❞

❝ If they really want people to be good, shouldn't they offer an afterlife with... lakes of wine and a dozen naked virgins? ❞

❝ There's no way. Impossible! I've had hundreds of those in my hands, and they're never that size. ❞

❝ It's "friend-fiction!" I do it out of love. ❞

❝ What's wrong with this place? Why don't they have one decent regular lock to pick. No, it's got to be all magic and blowy lights. ❞

❝ Try to do someone a favor and you end up trapped in a giant magical prison. There's a lesson here. Next time you ask if I want to help with something, I'm going to say no. ❞

❝ Someday I'll visit a place with no ancient evils, horrors, devouring plagues, or insanity. Maybe a beach. ❞

❝ Temporary insanity. A bout of foul morality. A horrifying fit of decency. It got better. ❞

❝ Your boots go on forever. I'd get so lost in them. I've dropped marbles in. They take an eternity to reach the bottom. ❞

❝ I'm helping you indulge in elaborate revenge fantasies. I think it's good for you. ❞

❝ You know, it's possible they're just scared shitless of you. That's my theory, anyway. ❞

❝ Once more I am falsely accused of whatever it is that I am accused of. Falsely. ❞

❝ Strange, I always thought I'd wind up arresting you some day. ❞

❝ Nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those. ❞

❝ I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be. When things go wrong, and they always do, that's where all the fingers point. ❞

❝ Friend, if your brooding were any more impressive, women would swoon as you passed. They'd have broody babies in your honor. ❞

❝ Opinions are like testicles. You kick them hard enough, doesn't matter how many you got. ❞

❝ You never know. You might need to tie a package up, hang a lantern, dress a roast chicken. It's multipurpose. ❞

❝ Does anybody else get the feeling that this is going to end badly? Just me huh? ❞

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

❝ You can't even pretend to be interesting, can you? ❞

❝ I wouldn't normally say this, but—the shiny white armor? It works for you. Makes you look like a lacquered pilot whale. ❞

❝ You want help killing people like me. ❞

❝ It was never anything I had to work for. Other people always took the risks, to keep me free. ❞

❝ You've got a real chip on your shoulder, you know? ❞

❝ So we agree that it doesn't take a demon for someone to be a vicious killer? Good. ❞

❝ Do not bare your heart to me, unless you would have me rip it out. ❞

[starlightstevie]

fic recs / may 2021

Happy summer! I know I missed last month’s fic recs so hopefully I’ll make up for it with these brilliant fics. Hope you guys enjoy!

warm water by @xbuchananbarnes​ Thor x reader: Thor comes home to find his love.

*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: Thor comes back after they defeat Thanos and tries to make things right with you.

*all there’s left to do is run by spacelabrathor Dothraki!Thor x reader: Horse warlord Thor finds you a captive in a raid of a desert village and gives you a choice. Freedom by a quick death or taking his hand and going with him, to be his. You choose life, and with it, a husband who is wild and fierce and more than you could have ever imagined.

*summoned by @darklydeliciousdesires​ Old God!Thor x villager!reader: The buffet of offerings, all of which shall placate, appease and satiate every whim and desire of the gods is laid out and ready, you amongst them.

ships in the night by @sugardaddytonystark Pirate King!Thor x Dora Milaje mermaid!reader: When Thor, the infamous Pirate King, lays down anchor in Wakanda, the last thing you expect is for him to ask for aid from your own king. You volunteer your assistance, leaving the home you’ve always known to set sail with King Odinson and his crew.

*cut offs by @milaonthemoon Frank x reader: You get kidnapped and Frank has to get you out.

tired by @castawaybarnes​ Frank x reader: Keeping yourself awake waiting for Frank was getting easier once you got used to the bitterness of black coffee.

*ash painted lips by @sebbytrash Frank x reader: Frank is your lifeline, protecting you like only he can do but you harbour not-so-secret feelings for him that threaten to shake the foundation of this steady, necessary partnership.

scales of justice weigh the consequence by @inspiresimagine​ Frank x reader: the world is black and white until you find your soulmate. you’re a single mom in NYC accustomed to life as-is, but apparently, the universe has other plans. namely? frank castle.

*generosity by @pumpkin-stars Frank x reader: AKA: The five (or more) things Frank usually does when he fucks you, and the one time he does something different.

poltergeists for sidekicks by @bubble-tea-bunny​ Frank x reader: Frank’s lost count of the days he’s come home to you already fast asleep.

*frank + overstimulation by @honeychicana

*frank + rough sex by @sweeterthanthis​

*frank + breath play by sweeterthanthis

*frank + doggy style by @honeydulcewrites​

*frank + gun play by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (2) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (3) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + overstimulation by honeydulcewrites

*frank coming home to you by honeydulcewrites

*untitled frank smut by @luciilferss​

*playing with frank’s hair by inspiresimagine

frank + praise by inspiresimagine

*frank putting you in a headlock while fucking you by @punani​

*nobody else but me by @allaboardthereadingrailroad​ Shane Walsh x reader: Shane knows exactly what you need.

the comet by @mcubabydotcom​ Steve x reader: You and Steve witness a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event.

*the punishment by ozarkthedog Nomad!Steve x reader: You disobeyed Steve and now you must make it up to him.

*headinthequinjet by xbuchananbarnes Steve x reader: Steve’s having a hard time breathing.

*shotgunning with chris by ozarkthedog

*cockwarming with chris by @buckyssimp​

*a teal crushed velvet ride by @ozarkthedog​ Chris x reader: You love Chris’s Teal Velvet Pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.

*don’t look away by ozarkthedog Chris x reader: Chris fucks you against a mirror.

*keep the heat by ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: Andy fucks you in the coat.

*i don’t work jobs (i am a job) by @peachyteabuck Andy x reader: Andy needs to teach you that “staying at home” doesn’t preclude a little thing called “work.”

*worst behaviour by buckyssimp Professor!Bucky x reader: Bucky notices you staring at him during class. 

*lipstick stain by @xbuchananbarnes​ Bucky x reader: Bucky could recognize that laugh anywhere.

bucky takes care of you by @buckyblues

*you better act like this dick belongs to you by buckyblues

*lazy day with bucky by buckyblues

*pegging bucky by buckyblues

*bucky tit fucking you by buckyblues

something new by @mxsamwilson​ Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes: Fellas is it gay to receive an intimate haircut from your boy? (ft Bucky being hopelessly in love with Sam but too much of an idiot to tell him).

*the magic word by @whateveriwant Bucky x reader: Bucky agrees to try something you’ve always wanted to do with him, but only under the condition that a certain word be employed if need be.

warm by @revengingbarnes​ Bucky x reader: “The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

patterns by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky plays with your hair.

pretending to not feel alone by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky, hopeless romantic, meets you, committed cynic. What could go wrong?

*bucky’s first time in 70 years by @luciilferss

*fluorescent adolescent by @ohbuckie​ College!Bucky x reader: Bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.

*it’s a cruel summer by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: You and Bucky are friends with benefits, but what happens when you realize you want more?

*sex on legs by @navybrat817​ Bucky x reader: Bucky looks good in anything.

ride with me by @jurassicbarnes Detective!Bucky x Biker!reader: When his best friend forces him to third wheel on a road trip, Bucky doesn’t expect for it to become so eventful, let alone find something, or rather someone worth staying for.

*going live by @ritesofreverie​ Camboy!Bucky x reader: Your new neighbour looks familiar, where had you seen him before?

*stranded by @honeysucklesteve Dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader: When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing.

if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Exile over, Sam comes home to you.

baby, i still see ya by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Sam comes home, the future calling to him. He sees you again, and gets a little caught up in the past

*if you ever want to be in love by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: How your relationship with Sam falls apart and comes back together.

taller than me by @kaitsukibakugo Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya: Katsuki has found love with someone who years ago he never would have expected. Now Deku is his husband and he’s noticed something else he never thought possible: Deku is taller than him.

*would you like to stay forever? by kaitsukibakugo Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro x reader: Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

how your bnha fave acts when they realize they’re in love by @inthorantine

*bnha love island headcannons by @doinmybesthere​

*first time bj headcannons by @shoutogepi

*the best pussy eater of mha by @dearestdynamight​

passing the night stars by @hoe-doroki Hitoshi Shinsou x reader: The party was neon and you needed darkness.

*let’s talk about deku’s hands by @rat-suki​

*waking up deku by spacelabrathor

*deku comes home after a late shift by doinmybesthere

*slow stroke king izuku by @sems-diarie​​

*champagne problems by @some-kindofgnome​ Katsuki Bakugou x reader: You were slipping between Bakugou’s fingers faster than ever now. Instead of letting it happen he clung to you even tighter. Instead of letting you go, instead of accepting that he’d driven this relationship into the fucking ground, he’d promised himself that he could still save it.

*presented by @tteokdoroki​ Dragon King!Katsuki x reader: On the twenty-first birthday of Katsuki Bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. Clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. But for those of Dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate... And that mate is you.

*domina by rat-suki Katsuki x reader: He’s just so hot when you get under his skin. You can’t possibly stop now.

*baby, i’m a haunted house by @ketslketslketsl​ Yakuza!Katsuki x reader: It’s been a long six months since you last saw him.

i’m a liability, get you wild, make you leave (i’m a little much for everyone) by @willowser Katsuki x reader: There’s no reason for Katsuki to be here. It’s all he can think, bitter, as he stares at the paint peeling from the door, exposing the wood grain underneath its thin coat. Old and distant, this house; too far from the city to make the trek worth it, for your job to make sense; too ancient to be lived in by the number 12 hero in Japan. If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lake Biwa from his position on your porch and the soft sway of the water almost calms down the storm that’s been building in him since he boarded the train, since he nearly snapped his phone in half.

*we are the foxes (and we run) by @spacelabrathor shoyo hinata x reader: After everything, the end of the world and the chaos and destruction that reigned after society fell, it takes a lot to surprise you. And yet, when you come to the edge of the pit, a gasp wrenches from you like someone gripped it in their fist and yanked. Laid out on the bed of leaves at the bottom of the pit is...something. Someone. Or, Hinata falls into reader’s pit trap after the end of the world. This is the story of how she pulls him out, drags him to her bunker, and they grow together. 

*dark priest!Obiwan Kenobi by @mandosmimi​

you’re the former babysitter of zemo’s son by @helahades​

*mando doesn’t realize how big his dick is by @cptnbvcks​​