#2.2K followers celebration party

[erule]

can I request prompt 9 with tasm! Peter Parker. The genre can be fluff with exes to lovers again trope pretty please <3

Can’t keep my distance | p.p.

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter comes to you for help, but he doesn’t know how painful it is for you to even look at him.  

Warnings: fluff, exes to lovers again, reader is a mind reader and was evil in the past, Gwen is Peter’s girlfriend (but no cheating), angst, jealous reader, mention of wounds

Word count: 620

A/N: hi! This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X Thanks for the request!! Sorry for the long waiting. You’ll find the prompt written in bold: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now”.

You often wonder what would have happened if you wouldn’t have broken up with Peter in the past. Sure, you did it to protect him from your past since you trusted the wrong people, but now that they’re in prison and you’ve paid for your debts, there’s no reason to keep your distance from him. Except for the fact that he’s got a girlfriend. You couldn’t have predicted it, even if you have the power to read people’s minds. To be fair, you wouldn’t use it on Peter anyway. 

There were times when you wanted to call him, but stopped in time. There were days when his absence weighed on you like a boulder. Sometimes you even wanted to tear your heart out of your chest and throw it away. There were days when you saw him kissing with Gwen, feeling her lungs burn, but you resisted. Now, however, seeing him helpless as he wanders around your house barefoot seems cruel to you.

"Why did you come to me for help?"

“Because you don’t ask questions,” he says, while wearing a new T-shirt, since his costume was covered in blood. “Usually”. His sarcastic response doesn’t amuse you.

“I patched you up, I gave you some clothes, now you can go come back to your girlfriend. She’s probably worried about you”.

“So you’re kicking me out?”

“I don’t wanna help you, Peter. I’m out of the game, after everything that happened. It’s the reason we broke up in the first place. You didn’t want me to be evil”.

“I want you to be by my side, the good guys’ one,” he says, determined, standing in front of you, in your bedroom. This is too much.

“This is not right,” you say, shaking your head, heading to your bed. You sit on the edge of it.

“For you?”

“For Gwen”.

“Why are you suddenly so concerned about Gwen’s feelings? You didn’t even like her!” He exclaims.

“Because I was in her shoes and I know how it feels when you don’t come home in time,” you say, tears burning on the corners of your eyes. You don’t want to go further.

“I’m not coming home to her, tonight”.

“Why?”

“It’s not your problem anymore. Tell me why you don’t want to work with me. Is it because you’re scared of them?”

“I’m scared of me!” You shout and the vulnerability makes you read his mind involuntarily.

We broke up. We broke up. We broke up.

Peter looks at you as if he knows that you read his mind without his consent. He doesn’t seem furious, though.

“You’re afraid of what you could do in my presence, aren’t you?”

You gulp.

“Are you a mind reader too?” You ask, faking a smile.

“I just know you, I guess,” he says, coming closer to you. Your hand slips under his shirt, proving to yourself that he’s real and that you can have him again. 

You graze a wound on which you applied a band-aid and he grimaces in pain.

"Does it still hurt you?" You ask him.

“Yeah, but I feel better”.

“You should sit down”.

“Stop doing that,” he says, with a serious tone of voice but a playful sparkle in his eyes.

“Doing what?”

“Worrying about me,” he replies. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now”.

You smile on his lips, whispering: “Well, maybe you should”.

That’s exactly when he embraces you into his arms and kisses you, fiercely, passionately, desperately. You can tell that he missed you as much as you missed him. You caress his cheek, letting finally your gaze to belong with him again. He’s smiling at you. 

Now looking at him is not painful anymore.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Any chance you could do a famous single mum reader x Harry fic

since he’s a certified MILF lover

CRUSH

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: Harry has been into you for way too long, but you haven't given him a chance. You run into each other at the Grammy's afterparty and you finally tell him why you're so adamant about keeping your distance.

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Harry will forever remember tonight.

It’s his second time going home as a Grammy winner and nothing can ruin this experience for him, not even how his performance was ruined. He did it again and nothing else matters for now.

Or at least that’s how he should be feeling as he is celebrating with his friends and other winners and artists at the after party, but something keeps bugging him.

Just hours earlier he ran into you again and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since then. It’s no surprise you were at the award show, even though you’re not a singer he could have expected to run into you at one of the most important nights of the year. Yet, he was still surprised to see you walk down the red carpet, but it might have been because you always have that effect on him no matter what.

If someone asked Harry who his celebrity crush was he would say you with no hesitation or remorse. He’s been enamored with you since the first time he met you at some other after party a few years ago. The two of you were introduced by a mutual friend and he stuck to your side for as long as possible, drinking up every word, every laughter and every look you gifted him with. He thought you were way out of his league, he still does, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning after you like a lovesick puppy every time your paths cross. Harry can’t tell how many times he tried to flirt with you before, but his flirty comments were met with soft rejection every time, you never seemed to be returning the gentle feelings and though it was devastating, he knew he could do nothing.

He could at least call you his friend, more or less. He definitely has a tither connection with you than with most people in this room, there’s a bigger circle of friends you both share so you end up meeting every few months without planning it and there are periods when you’re even texting.

He hasn’t talked to you for a while now, so seeing you brought his feelings back he’s been harboring for so long.

Now as he’s sipping on his drink he can’t help but keep looking around, trying to spot you in the crowd to no avail for now. He pulls out his phone and opens the message thread with you, rereading the last few texts he exchanged with you a while back. His thumb hovers over the screen, fighting the urge to hit you up with a message when an elbow meets his side. Looking up he sees Mitch beside him.

“Your crush is here,” he informs Harry with a knowing smirk, nodding towards the bar.

He follows his friend’s gaze and spots you only seconds later. You’ve changed out of your burgundy gown he saw you wearing earlier, sporting a chic pant suit this time, but you’re just as breathtaking as ever.

Mitch just chuckles when Harry gets up without a word and heads over to you. Pushing between guests he ignores everyone who might try to strike a conversation up with him until he finally reaches you.

“Y/N, hi!” he smiles at you warmly. You turn to face him with a cocktail in your hands, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Harry! What a nice surprise!” you chuckle. “Congrats on your wins!” You don’t hesitate to put an arm around his neck and pull him into a hug that he returns gladly.

“Thank you.”

“Though it was no surprise you won, the album is amazing.”

“You listened to it?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t have missed it.”

“Do you have a favorite?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Hmm, probably… Satellite.”

“Great choice.”

The conversation keeps flowing and suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you even though it’s a crowded party that’s happening around you. Harry realizes that no matter how much time passes between each time he sees you, he will always catch himself falling for you over and over again. He tries to flirt with you this time as well and this is the first time he can feel like his rizz is not going straight over your head.

“Y/N, I need you to be very honest with me,” he starts, when you both had a few drinks. Neither of you is drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“About what?” you chuckle.

“Do I have a chance with you? For real, I’m not playing here,” he smirks, placing one hand to his chest, while holding up the other one, his half empty glass rising into the air.

You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you busy yourself with your own drink.

“Ah, it hurts!” he acts as if he was shot in the chest. “Am I that ugly and boring?”

“Of course, you’re not!” you roll your eyes.

“Okay, do you like me?”

“I do,” you admit, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Alright, then let’s take this conversation over to my place.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head.

“We can go to yours as well, I’m fine with that too,” Harry half jokes, but he notices that you’re not laughing. “Y/N, what is it then?”

“I need to get some air.” Jumping to your feet you leave your drink behind and head out to the back of the place that’s the smoking area, hoping to be alone for a bit, but Harry rushes after you, determined to get answers this time.

He finds you in a dark corner, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out into the void.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I went too far, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I just… fuck, I really like you. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you and… I couldn’t just not shoot my shot.”

“You’ve been shooting your shot for a long time.” He finally sees a tiny smile on your lips.

“So you did notice my attempts?” he grins. “Just chose to ignore them, I guess?”

“Harry, I can’t.”

“Can’t ignore them anymore?”

“No. I can’t date you.”

“Can’t as in…?”

Sighing, your head falls back, against the wall as you close your eyes for a few seconds before opening them and finally looking at him.

“I don’t date.”

“Why?”

“Because of Arian.”

The picture is finally crystal clear in Harry’s head. You’re depriving yourself from dating because of your son.

It’s no news to Harry that you’re a mother, he has even met your five year-old son, but he never thought of him as the reason why you keep rejecting him. You keep your private life pretty hush hush, especially since you split from your ex, Arian’s father three years ago. No one knows why you called it quits and there’s actually no photo of the little boy online either, that’s how dedicated you are to protect him from the public. Harry completely understands it, but he doesn’t see why you can’t date because of Arian.

“The little guy doesn’t want to share you with anyone else?” he tries to joke.

“I’m a single mother who is also an actress. My life is complicated enough without dates and boyfriends.”

“Woah, we’re only talking about one boyfriend,” Harry puts his hands to his chest. You crack a smile, but it’s not as genuine as he would want it to be.

“It’s just not the right time for me to start dating again. I’m sorry.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re not even giving me a chance.”

“I’m sure dating a single mother is not exactly your dream either.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even thought about it until you brought it up. Arian is a cool little guy and I have no problem with you being a mother.”

“You will at one point, trust me,” you scoff and Harry tries not to take it personal. You’re just trying to protect yourself and your son, it’s not against him.

“What if I prove that it’s fine? That I’m not just some random guy who will come and go?”

Staring back at him you chew on his words as you tilt your head to the side.

“We’ll see.”

At first the peace and quiet takes over your waking mind. You feel a gentle breeze from the window you left open for the night and you stretch long underneath the silky covers when it finally dawns on you.

It’s peaceful. And quiet. You haven’t had a morning like this in about… well, five years. Arian loves to wake you up whenever you’re home, jumping on the mattress, or just cuddling to you, either way, he never misses a chance to spend a morning with you.

So where is he now?

Slight panic rushes through your veins as you quickly wrap yourself in your silky robe and head out to find your baby. All the worst case scenarios flash through your mind, but they dissolve the moment you reach the stairs and hear his laughter coming from the kitchen. With careful steps you approach the source of his voice that’s mixed with another one, a more mature male voice that you don’t recognize at first but when you round the corner and see what’s happening in your kitchen, recognition washes over you.

Harry Styles is making pancakes in your kitchen with your son. And they are making a big mess, but Arian seems to be enjoying it. Music is playing in the background and there’s a ginormous bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island. Your heart flutters in your chest as you walk closer.

“Mommy!” Arian notices you and climbing off his stool he runs over to you and you gladly pick him up into your arms.

“Hey baby, what’s… what’s happening here?”

“Harry is making us pancakes!” He throws his hands up into the air in excitement as you walk over to the kitchen island and sit him down on top of it.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he smiles at you so charmingly, it’s hard to focus on the fact that he is in your house on a Saturday morning.

“Hi, what do you… Um, what are you doing here?���

“Mommy, I told you, he is making us pancakes!” Arian giggles.

“I know, baby. Hey, you’re still in your pajamas, why don’t you go up and change?” You help him off the counter and gently push him towards the stairs. He runs off singing to himself.

“Before you throw me out,” Harry starts, holding the spatula up, “You told me to prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That it’s fine that you’re a mom. So, this is our first date, in your house, with your son, so you don’t have to worry about him or get a babysitter.”

“How did you even get into my house?” you chuckle in disbelief. You’re definitely touched by the gesture, you don’t like to spend time away from Arian when you’re not working.

Grinning, he starts flipping the pancakes in the pan.

“Well, I might or might not have contacted your agent who hooked me up with your housekeeper who let me in this morning.”

“Wow, my own staff betrayed me,” you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say betrayed. They both were happy to help me, because they want what’s best for you.”

“And that would be you?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at his cockiness. He shrugs, but his smirk tells it all.

“Look,” he sighs, turning the stove off. “I really did mean it. I don’t care that you’re a mom. It’s all good, it’s part of you. I don’t want to just come and go in your and Arian’s life. Just give me a chance to prove that it could work.”

He must have some kind of magic power over you, because he really just waltzed in here, made some pancakes and convinced you to change your mind.

“Arian will always come first for me, Harry.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he nods.

“That means that even in my limited free time, you’ll most likely have to share me with him. I’m not the type to let nannies and babysitters raise my child.”

“And I love that about you. Arian is lucky to have you as his mother.”

Staring back at him you want to say no, but you simply can’t. It’s impossible.

“Okay,” is all you say.

“Okay as in… You’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes, but don’t fuck it up,” you chuckle as Harry walks closer and his hands find your waist, pulling you closer. It’s the first time he is physically this close to you, but it feels like he’s been doing it since forever, like you belong in his arms.

“Never,” he smirks and as he leans closer you hear a pair of tiny feet running down the stairs, so you step back just in time for Arian’s return.

“Give me the pancakes!” he giggles, climbing up to a stool and you smile at Harry.

“See, he is already cockblocking you,” you whisper to him chuckling.

“Touché,” he sighs with a smirk. “But he is cute, so it’s alright.” Shaking it all off he turns to Arian as he places the pancakes on a plate. “So, what do you want on top?”

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[forthelostones]

let's celebrate you ─── ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🪩 ˚ afab!reader x sub!ellie ⋆ 🪩 ୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡

" its time i turn these lights low "

synopsis: your birthday was a special one with a different kind of treat.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fingering & cunnilingus (e! receiving), dina ft, drinking, & grinding.

an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! if u have any requests let me know! edited this on the fly >.< ; enjoy!

(no y/n)

wc: 2.2k

♪ playlist: misty ( lesly gore ), but not kiss ( faye webster ), what kinda of love ( childish gambino ), smile more ( syd ) ♪

your birthday was coming up and Dina had promised to make it a special one. you really didn’t mind having just a small dinner, and maybe a cake, but she insisted on something more. she didn’t tell you any of the details, just that you should look your best and not worry. you tended to be on the more anxious side so this was difficult. you appreciated the efforts but felt reluctant to not think of every single detail. 

after getting dressed you went to Dina’s where music was already vibrating the floorboards of the front porch. upon entering you saw everyone circling the entryway and smiling as they cheered “happy birthday!” you awkwardly cuddled your arm as you silently thanked them. immediately, Dina comes to hug you tightly, you inhale the familiarity and watch everyone disperse except for one person. 

“ellie. hey.” you mutter as Dina releases you from her arms. 

“happy birthday, um…” she rubs the back of her neck softly. 

she was wearing all black, head to toe, with the exception of a silly rainbow party hat that Dina probably put on her. when she noticed she still had it on she ripped it off quickly and fiddled with it in her hands. 

“right, um, you look nice.” she smiles warmly. 

“thanks els, why don’t we go and get you something to drink?” 

ellie and you were in the same advanced planetary astronomy course. you spent a lot of time together studying for exams and even lab partners, but outside of that you really didn’t hang out with her. you wished you did though. during some late nights she’d reveal small parts of her life and you just wanted to put your assignments away and indulge in her. 

“i don’t see how you can listen to music while doing this.” you mention.

this was a 300-level course and it wasn’t particularly easy, the readings were intense, with a lot of scientific jargon you still had to learn. 

she pulls away headphones away and rolls her eyes. “i mean, it’s just a little something, my working playlist. mostly instrumental.” 

that night she shared the playlist after your study session and you scrolled through her Spotify to see what other artists she listened to. just a small glimpse of her was all you really wanted.  

you both mosey through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen area. everyone saying happy birthday, asking how are you, and pointing you in the direction of your gifts. meanwhile, Ellie just followed shortly behind and was very silent, giving everyone a courtesy smirk. once you reach the kitchen counter covered in various bottles, you make both you and Ellie a suspicious concoction. 

“i don't know if I trust you as a mixologist.” she smiles shyly. 

“what you never had tequila, rum, and a little ginger ale?” 

you both laugh as your faces turn sour at the overly sharp mix. 

the night continues on with Ellie by your side and you both loosen up from the continuous influx of random drinks. you talk about more than class and your horrible professors, she tells you a bit about her music taste, hobbies, and her very visible tattoos. 

“i don’t think I have the pain tolerance to even sit and get something this big.” you say absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger along her forearm. you were slumped in the corner of the couch and she sat slouched on the arm of the sofa, just above you. 

“uh, uh I mean, I— I took some medicine before and uh,” she looks down to you and once your eyes connect she looks away. “they have this cream, like numbing cream, but I didn’t need that, I just I have a high pain tolerance, I dont know, yea.” 

“hmm, strong els.” your finger continues up her arm. 

Ellie trembles quietly at the static shock traveling through her body. you look up to her as her eyes follow your finger tracing along her skin, she inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. you feel a pounding start behind your temples and you lay your head on her thigh. 

“my head, ugh.” 

ellie freezes at the simplest touch of you, unsure of where to put her hand she just gently lies it on your back. 

“maybe we had too much of your little potion.” she jokes. 

it hurts to laugh but you manage to get one out. 

“ah, I think I’m gonna stay here,” you say.

“oh, yea, probably me too, I don’t think I could drive home.” 

you look up to her and her face is painted pink at just the smallest connection with you. “come with me.” 

you and Ellie are now in the spare bedroom just across the hall from Dina’s. you flop on the bed and pat beside you to signal Ellie to sit down. 

“should I get Dina? are you okay?” She asks. 

“im fine. um, I really liked my gift by the way.”

of course, she bought you a copy of her favorite comic, savage starlight, and left a sweet note inside the gift bag.

“oh, you saw it? when? we’ve been together all night.” she panicked. 

“when I said I was going to the bathroom.” 

you both share a soft laugh.

“i hope you like it.” 

“im sure I will. thanks, els.” 

her eyes are pooling brightly into yours, stealing a quick glance of your lips. you reach your hand and place it behind her neck, pulling her towards you, and sharing a kiss. 

“yo-you are so welcome.” 

she leans in this time nervously, awaiting another kiss. you guide her hands from the mattress to around your waist, draping your wrists around her neck, tucking her closer into you. you pull away and kiss her cheek, she giggles your lips tickle, and her smile fades and turns into a soft groan as she realizes your lips are trailing towards her neck. her grip becomes firmer around your hips and she unconsciously moves your hips towards her, back and forth. the kisses are cloud-like until you hear your name leave her lips. that’s when you slither your tongue up her neck, sucking and leaving small bite marks on the length of her throat. 

once you come back to her lips, she doesn’t hold back and goes in with her tongue. in between each kiss she tugs at you harder, gets more excited each pass while grunting passionately. your hand grips her leg firmly and drapes it over your lap, where she doesn’t hesitate to start bucking her hips against you. she bites your bottom lip to catch her breath and rubs her nose against yours before going into leaving hickeys on your neck. she’s so desperate that you feel how wet your neck has become from her urgency. you bring your hands down from her lower back to cup her ass as she’s taking in your sweet scent. 

“i need you.” she whispers. 

she doesn’t hesitate to pull her top off and before she can remove her bra you stop her. she smiles at you as you remind her to pace herself. you press your lips against her warm skin trailing to her chest, being careful to not satisfy her so fast. once she’s calmed down you remove her bra and just allow yourself to stare at her perky nipples. she’s now grinding against you slowly in a rhythm. you take your lips and brush them lightly against both of her nipples. you saw her chest rise and fall deeply, overcome with desire. 

you take her lingering hands and press them behind her back, restraining her movements. with your free hand, you place the center of your cold palm against her erect nipple. a gasp catches in her throat at the smallest contact as she tosses her head back. you press up against her body as she fights against your restraint. she leans down to kiss you, but you don’t allow her to. out of frustration, she bites her lips watching your hand move up and down. 

her nipples became puffy from your torture and you finally gave her the satisfaction of wrapping your lips around them. she tried to stifle her moans, shying away, turning her face away from yours, simply embarrassed. once you wet her nipples you sucked them allowing your tongue to brush up against her sensitive buds. 

you turned her over from your lap to where both your pelvis’ were level. she tried to feel you as she spread her legs wider but couldn’t because of her jeans. her face scrunched up as she watched you grind up against her just before you trailed kisses down her belly to her waistline. you stopped before her hipbones that were beckoning you to kiss them, which she shuttered at. as you pulled her pants off, she covered her face with her inked forearm. 

“els.” 

“uhmm yea?” 

“i need you to watch me.” 

“o-ohkay.” 

she removes her arm reluctantly and watches as you press your lips into her inner thigh, still holding eye contact. her hand comes to caress your cheek in an attempt to rush you, but you pay her no mind. you bring your mouth to just rest against her clothed clit and she shutters. 

“ah.” escapes her lips. 

her hips start to rise against your lips pressed into her core. her left hand comes to the top of your head as she grinds harder, she whimpers at the lack of satisfaction. 

“please. fuck.” 

 that's when she ignores you and arches her back farther, slipping her hands into her boxes and begins to massage her clit. her free hand grips the sheets and the sounds of her wetness fill your ears like sweet music. 

“ellie?” you ask, taken aback. 

“yes, y-ees?” 

she doesn’t stop until you physically remove her fingers, you grip her wrist and bring her fingers to her lips. she sucks the taste of herself clean off and you finally slip your hand past her waistband. her hands come up to your biceps, digging into your skin while you toil her wet clit. 

“harder.” she demands, but you pull your hand away, causing her body to jerk violently.

she takes your wrist and guides your fingers up and down her clit. she huffs, with her eyes closed, soaking in the pleasure. At one point she just starts grinding on all four of your fingers. legs spread open, lifting her hips up rhythmically, panting and sweating as she humped your hand. 

just before she came you pulled down her boxers and drank in her red, soaked pussy. the cold air made her twitch under you as you brought your lips to her folds. you were swimming in her warmth as you pecked her opening gently. she moaned at the view of you making out with her pussy, eyes closed, tongue slipping in occasionally, and sipping her up. you did everything in your power to avoid her throbbing clit as you tongued her soaked hole. 

once you finally wrapped your lips around her clit closed her eyes, basking in the relief she felt. as you inhale her legs come closing in on your face, shaking. 

“ellie,” you look up. “relax, im going to let you cum.” 

as she releases the tension from her body your two fingers enter her. she tosses her head to the side at the pressure inside of her, her breathing becoming unstable again. you find her clit in your mouth again and now she’s panting obscenities under her breath. 

“fuck, fuck, ahh, so good. please.” 

mindlessly she just kept moaning like this, throwing your name in the mix too. 

“another,” she said breathlessly. “three, I need another finger, ple-please.” 

she watched you, face wet, eyes drunk from her body, as you slipped in your ring finger, stretching her further. you couldn’t help but stare at her pussy wrapped so tightly but perfectly around your fingers. instead of sliding in and out, you just curled your fingers towards her g-spot, causing tears to pool in the corners of her eyes. 

your tongue flicks her clit harder as you pick up stamina inside of her, she was paralyzed with pleasure, stiffened by her orgasm. once she came over the edge, you kept going, harder, faster, quicker, and her body attempted to fold but you did not falter. with all her strength she uses her hands to lift your head, but her body is weakened. 

you pull your fingers out, causing a pop and she lays, eyes wide looking at the mess you made. she just lies breathless and as you crawl up to kiss her, you pat her dampened cunt causing her to yelp before her lips met yours. 

[crappymixtape]

steve harrington • requests // asks

( ANY REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR ALL CELEBRATIONS, SEASONAL THEMES, AND ONE-OFF INBOXES I GET, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )

🔥 BECAUSE OF YOU, SERIES ( 500 FOLLOWER REQUEST )

PART 1 • PART 2 • PART 3 • PART 4 • PART 5 // ( 18+ ) ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

👯 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

"play it cool" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, requesting the cd because i think i need to explore more music and this seems like a good way to do that! | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil fun – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"don't go dark again" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, oh baby, you know I gotta ask for a song for my beloved, steve | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this just leaned real angsty, hurt / comfort for a monday morning – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"honey, i've got it bad for you" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, can i pls request a love note from steve <3 as for mood anything a little lovelorn and fluffy will do | ( love note steve harrington x reader, little fluffy, little lovesick, lots of sweet )

🎄 A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE – WINTER THEMED ASKS

"very merry mixtape" winter!theme REQUESTS are nested under the series / multi-part master list post *18+

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"don't make me say it" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, you make me want things I can’t have prompt | ( 2k – mostly angst, dumb boi steve, and a little fluff right at the end to take you home, steve x reader )

"i hate you ( not )" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • *18+  | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )

"good love makes you hesitate" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, don’t do this here prompt | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

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"idiots -> lovers" steve harrington x you, idiots / enemies to lovers

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"enemies -> lovers" steve harrington x you, enemies to lovers at work *18+

[honeykaes]

—𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

pairing: cyno x reader

w/c: 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, modern au, roommate au, hurt/comfort, soft sex, couch sex, praise, oral (cyno receiving), unedited

a/n: new years always brings out the loneliest emotions in you, watching your friends party and celebrate without you. although you thought your roommate would be out all night, cyno returned home only to see you crestfallen and sad about the holiday.

You took a deep sigh, looking outside the window. The glass fogged up from your breath, leaving a cloudy imprint on it. The night sky had no stars in it, as the city lit up instead. It was New Year’s Eve after all. You were sure couples, families, and friends would be celebrating with one another. Cheers would scatter through the streets as soon as the clock struck midnight and fireworks would shoot up in the sky. It was always like that.

A sad smile appeared on your face, letting out a sigh. You could see your reflection of yourself through the window. Physically, you looked fine—normal, most people would say. Emotionally, you felt detached and odd. You couldn’t pinpoint why you were sad or upset, but that familiar feeling lingered in your chest. You turned over, walked to the couch plopped down on its soft cushions, and retrieved your cell phone.

Opening a social media app, you saw it. You saw the celebrations captured through photos, shared on this platform. Tighnari seemed to be spending New Year’s with Collei and the rest of his coworkers—bright smiles on their faces. Nilou was performing with her friends at the theater. Alhaitham who is usually stuck inside doing whatever was dragged out to party with his roommate Kaveh, a faint smile on his digital face. You continued to scroll. 

The feeling burrowed deeper in your chest, eyes slowly drifting downwards. You let out another sigh opening your messages. Nothing. You nibbled on your bottom lip, eyes looking away from your phone momentarily. Was it because you were alone? You didn’t have family in Sumeru. Your friends were all partying and enjoying the day without you. Was it because of this?

Did you feel left out?

You let your phone drop to the sofa, taking a deep breath in. You wrapped your blanket over your body, its fuzzy material tickling parts of your exposed skin. You narrowed your eyes, on a random spot in the room. You didn’t feel just left out from today. This loneliness has built up throughout the year. Did you achieve what you wanted to accomplish or did you waste the whole year away? Your thoughts continuously began to spiral.

You lifted the blanket to cover your face, falling on the side of your shoulder. Tears began to build up in the corner of your eyes. You hated this. You hated this so much. This day was supposed to be happy, yet…

A click from the door caught your attention. You hear heavy footsteps walk in, followed by two thumps from this person taking their shoes off. You lifted the blanket slightly to see the figure only to reveal your roommate Cyno. Your eyes widen, removing the blanket from you completely.

“Cyno? What are you doing home? I thought you were going to hang out with Alhaitham or visit Tighnari?” you asked. Cyno rolled his deep red eyes. He put his black coat on the rack showing off his dark turtleneck underneath it. In his hands laid a plastic bag, he must’ve picked something up from the convenience store next door.

“I didn't want to intrude on Tighnari's work even so I had a lapse in my judgment and went to go out with Alhaitham's group. I couldn’t stand it, being in the same room as him any more than I needed. I want to start the New Year on a positive note, not whatever that was,” he murmured sitting next to you on the couch. He took a container out of the plastic bag—it was curry and some utensils from his favorite take-out place. He grabbed the fork before plying the top of the container off, the waft of various spices wafting through the apartment before digging his fork in and enjoying the meal.

“...I’m sorry your New Year ended up turning sour Cyno. I’m sure Nari’ would have loved to see you if he wasn’t busy playing host,” you stated. He continued to eat his curry next to you. Your eyes drifted away from him and back towards the window once more.

“New Year really sucks this year, huh?” you murmured, letting your head hit on the back of the couch. Cyno paused from eating his curry, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.

“Not necessarily. I find your company much more appealing if I’m being honest,” he admitted. Your face felt hot as your eyes widened. You let out a chuckle, not sure what else to react with.

“You’re sweet Cyno…” you mumbled. His eyes focused on you—those rubies seemingly staring through your soul. You resisted the urge from looking away before his mocha hand drifted over. You shut your eyes closed feeling him wipe the corner of your eye, a tear disappearing with it.

“Why are you crying, (Y/n)?” he asked, wiping his fingers with one another to dry them. You opened your eyes again, letting out a sigh. The same expression you had looking out the window returned to you.

“...I don’t know. I’m feeling a bit lonely I guess. I don’t feel like I accomplished anything I was supposed to do this year. I just feel...shitty,” you revealed. Cyno’s lips stretched into a line.

“I’m not going to invalidate your feelings, but I’ll offer you perspective. Although you may not have accomplished what you wanted, did good stuff happen this year for you?” he asked. You let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah...some good did happen,” you replied. Cyno’s lips curved up into a small smile.

“See? I also have to admit, you— being with me this year—has made me much more positive about the future. Your kindness, your dedication, all of it. So, thank you for making my year that much brighter whether you realized it or not,” he answered. You felt your heart flutter in your chest. 

You lean your head against his broad shoulder, sniffing and wiping away your dewy cheeks before peering back at Cyno. His eyes just bore into your own, slowly leaning forward before the two of you realized, your lips connected with one another. Electricity bounced throughout your body as your hands soon found themselves pressing against his chest, moving up to his cheeks—soft and firm in your caress. Cyno’s hands squeezed at your waist before he maneuvered you around, your back now laying on the couch with him on top of you.

Your legs parted, letting Cyno have easier access to kiss you. Despite the spices still on his plush lips, a soft moan escaped you—hands beginning to trail up his shirt feeling the lean muscles hidden beneath. A low moan echoed out, pelvis slowly grinding into your core before he finally leaned away from your lips, now glossy from the endeavor.

“Are you sure you want this. I don’t want to pressure you,” Cyno muttered, leaning his forehead against yours. A soft smile etched on you lips, giving his nose a quick peck.

“Please, I could use the distraction…” you muttered. Just as he was about to claim his lips again, you moved away from beneath him on the couch—letting your knees fall against the fleech rug, your hands on each of Cyno’s thighs. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily, shocked by the sudden change before sucking in a breath feeling your hand cup against the newly formed bulge pressing against his jeans.

“F-Fuck, easy there,” he whispered, intensely watching your hands undo his belt. After unfastening the buckle and popping the button, a loud zip reverberated across the room as Cyno let out another low grunt. You moved his boxer’s down, cock springing up and against his lower stomach. His length twitched, eager at the attention—precum already budding on his brown tip. 

Your tongue slowly slide up the side of his cock, tongue firmly pressing against a vein as his whole body shivered in delight. You grabbed onto the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly before pumping it timidly. A loud grunt erupted from Cyno as he leaned his head back, teeth buried into his bottom lip.

As you pump him, you open your mouth welcoming his cock inside, slowly twirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. His hips bucked as a result, as you tried not to cough. You soon bobbed your head, looking up at his unraveling form—grunting to hide the moans from coming out. As one hand buried it’s nails into the sofa the other soon found it’s way to your head, watching it move with the pace. You hollowed your cheeks once more, sucking loudly as Cyno let out a silent curse closing his eyes.

“Easy…easy!” he grunted, soon pushing you away from him. As you look back up, concern and worry swirling in your eyes, Cyno sighed trying to catch his breath. His hand reached over to your cheek, caressing it softly with a small smile.

“I..didn’t want to just…do that right now. I’d prefer saving that for another time,” he murmured. “For now, I’d rather finish inside of you, if that’s alright.” You look down flustered at his words as he got up from the couch finally taking his shirt off, revealing his nude form. His hands soon disrobed you from your outfit as well, clothes now pooling against your feet.

As you lay on the couch, it was his turn to spread your legs wider—watching your slick drool out of your entrance. He bit his lip again trying to compose himself as his cock throbbed in excitement. 

“Just…don’t tease me much….Please,” you begged. Cyno nodded silently watching your cunt tighten on nothing. The callous pad of his thumb found its way to your clit as your body jolted in pleasure. He brought to other fingers to slowly slide between your folds, concentrating on the glistening slick beginning to coat there. Your hand reached up, thumb flicking your now hardened nipples as Cyno grunted once more, clearly eager to get you properly prepped. 

Once he felt you were ready, he grabbed his bag on the ground fishing for a condom and ripping it open. He swiftly slid it against his cock, pumping it a couple of times, before pressing the tip towards your entrance.

“I promise. You’re more admired than you think and I hope that this can show you that,” Cyno murmured. As his cock sank into you, his lips connected with your own once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out. You could feel the thickness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he soon bottomed out, snugly inside of you. You could feel him throb as he shifted his hips, lips moving towards the side of your cheek.

Cyno’s pace was slow and meticulous, as your legs soon wrapped around his waist. His hands trailed against your body, squeezing at your thighs, cock relishing in the way your walls fluttered trying to get him to go faster. His hot lips trail against your neck, softly kissing and sensitive skin. The couch whined, moving to the pace of Cyno’s thrusts as your own moans began traveling throughout the apartment’s living room.

“Right there, Cyno! There!” you cried out, rocking your hips to encourage him to hit that spot inside of you again. Cyno groaned deep in your ear, grabbing onto the globe of your ass and moving your leg up onto the couch so he could get deeper inside of you. As your arms wrapped around him, a soft moan escaped him.

“I wish you saw how beautiful you are to me. Your smile. Your laughter. Inside and out,” he grunted in the shell of your ear. “You have no idea how much advice I had to look up and the people I’ve gone to just to keep that smile of yours.”

Cyno ripped another loud moan from you, feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock. As his strides began getting sloppier, a knot forming in his lower stomach, he quickly pressed his thumb back onto your clit rubbing rapid circles on it. Your squirmed, body tensing as you reached your high—nails harpooning in Cyno’s back as he pounded harder inside of you, nursing you through it.

Clenching his jaw, and shutting his eyes, his lips pressed harshly against yours as he finally came—hips stuttering as he gave a lazy thrust. Despite wearing a condom, you could feel the heat radiating from his cum inside of you.

A large boom caught your attention, and the window soon filled with bright colors beginning to shoot out from the sky. It must be midnight now.

Cyno’s lips parted again with yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. There weren’t many times anything other than a neutral face or scowl was on Cyno yet when he looked down at you all that remained was a soft expression.

“Happy New Year’s. I hope this was a better one than what you were expecting,” he whispered, moving your hair out of your face. You sighed, still feeling full from Cyno’s cock still inside of you. You lifted your hand up, caressing his cheek once more.

“I owe that all to you…”

Flurries of snow, glistening from the fireworks began to drift down outside the window near the two of you as one another remained silent, feeling his cock beginning to move inside of you again.  Your hands remained on his face, lips whispers apart from one another.

At least this year, you had one another to depend on.

[shootmetwice25]

Moonlight to Sunrise

Tzuyu x Male Reader

Shoutout to @capslocked for helping me with the plot. Super unedited lol. BFH go brrrrrrrr. Enjoy!

2.2k Words

“Moonlight sunrise”

Loud applause follows after Jihyo closes the new Twice song. You clap as well before standing up from your table and making your way over to the bar. JYP set up a company party to celebrate Twice’s new english release and there’s an open bar, so might as well take advantage of that.

You take a sip of your drink as the members take turns thanking the staff. Another loud applause as Twice exit the stage. Conversation resumes filling up the large room as you continue to sip your drink. You’ve been part of the producing team for Twice for years now and this is the first time there’s been a party for the release of a new song. As long as you get free drinks, you’re all for it. 

You’re too busy soaking it all in that you don’t realize that a young woman approached you. 

“Hey,” she says. Her soft voice alerts you to her presence. 

“Oh, hi Tzuyu.”

She looks a little sideways at you. “What are you doing here all alone? Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?”

“Uh, I was just getting a drink,” you say, holding up the glass you have in your hand.

“Yeah, I see that,” she says. An awkward silence lingers in the air for a few seconds before Tzuyu speaks again. “So uh, we haven’t talked in a while. Since…” her voice trails off.

You look away from her before finishing her sentence. “Since you dumped me.” 

“Yeah,” she says.

“So, how are you guys?” you ask, taking a large swig of your drink before placing it down on the table. 

“Oh, we aren’t together anymore. It just didn’t click, you know.”

A lot of things go through your mind as you hear that new piece of information. You look at her and nod. “Right.”

“I should probably get going,” you say as you look at your watch. “Boss wants me in early tomorrow morning.

You start to stand but Tzuyu grabs your arm with her gloved hand. “Wait,” she says. “I- I need to talk to you.”

“You broke my heart, Tzu. And I know it’s been a while but I just don’t feel like I can just talk to you right now,” you say before gently removing her hand from your arm.

You walk through the doors and into the parking lot, unsure of what you should be feeling. She left you for another guy and they aren’t even together anymore. She broke your heart for nothing. 

You reach your car and unlock the door, but before you open it, you hear a voice yelling “Wait!” You sigh as you watch Tzuyu run to you. Her black outfit blends into the darkness of the night, but the moonlight illuminates her figure.

When she reaches you, she doesn’t even give you a chance to say anything. She lunges at you, pinning your body between the car door and herself and she kisses you. 

You are absolutely shocked and it takes you a second before you push her off of you. “Tzuyu, what are you doing?!”

She pants, out of breath from running. “I-I made a mistake. I was stupid. I need you,” she says frantically. “Being away from you made me realize that you’re the one I want. You’re the one I need. And I know you still want me too. I can see it in your eyes everytime you look at me.”

“How- how do I know you’re not just bullshitting?”

She takes a deep breath. “Let me show you.”

Tzuyu closes the distance and attaches her lips to your once again. This time you don’t resist and you kiss her back. She was right. You still want her. You’ve missed her. You’ve missed her touch, her soft lips, everything about her you’ve missed. 

The kiss is full of passion. A reaffirmation of feelings that were always there. Your lips are still connected by a string of saliva when Tzuyu slowly pulls away from the kiss. You both pant and stare into each other’s eyes. 

Suddenly Tzuyu drops to her knees and starts to undo your belt.

“Wait Tzuyu. What are you doing? Right here? Right now?”

“Just let me do this, okay,” she says as she’s able to get your pants undone and slide them down your legs. 

You don’t protest. If Tzuyu wants to blow you in the middle of a parking lot, who are you to say no?

She holds your semi hard cock in her gloved hand and licks the tip, immediately hardening your cock and sending shockwaves through your body. Tzuyu licks a few more times then puts half your cock into her mouth. Her mouth is so warm and moist. Her saliva coats your cock and her tongue swirls giving you an intense sensation. Her right hand pumps the base of your cock, the glove giving her extra friction. You haven’t felt Tzuyu’s touch in so long that you almost cum immediately. 

“Fuck Tzuyu,” you moan as you place your hands on Tzuyu’s head, guiding her head back and forth. You watch as Tzuyu’s head bobs in the moonlight. You never thought you’d be able to get intimate with Tzuyu again, but here you are, in a parking lot, getting a blowjob by the prettiest woman in existence. 

You want this to last forever, but a combination of the situation and Tzuyu’s incredible ability to blow your cock, you feel your orgasm coming. 

“I’m gonna cum, Tzu,” you grunt, barely able to get the words out because of the pleasure.

Tzuyu releases your cock from her lips with a pop and starts pumping it with her hand. You moan loudly as your cum shoots onto Tzuyu, painting her perfect face. Rope after rope of your warm cum coats her face. You wish there was more light so you could really see her face.

Tzuyu puts your sensitive cock back into her mouth to clean it up and you groan and almost fall over. She giggles before standing up and taking off the glove on her right hand. She stares at you as she glides her finger across her cheek where it collects some of the cum. Then she puts the finger in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “You taste so good.” 

She does it again and again. And you just watch her. It’s so sexy and seductive. 

“Let’s go back to my apartment,” she says. 

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The short drive back to her apartment is filled with sexual tension. Tzuyu cleans her face off with a combination of her finger and a tissue. It’s extremely hard for you to keep your eyes on the road. Luckily, there aren’t that many cars on the road tonight. 

The second Tzuyu opens the door, the two of you are on each other like wild animals. Your lips are all over each other, tongues exploring every nook and cranny of the other. Tzuyu flicks the switch to a small lamp that slightly brightens the room enough for you to see all her beautiful features. 

Tzuyu pushes you down onto a couch then quickly takes off her gloves and furry top. She takes her bra off too, revealing her small and cute mounds. She also drops her pants to the floor and she’s just left in a lacy black underwear. 

Her figure is special. Her tits are small but just the right size for her. Her waist is incredibly slim that leads to wide hips. Her ass is plump and nice and round. And her legs. Oh, her legs. You’ve spent an unknown amount of time staring and worshiping her legs. Her thighs legitimately make your mouth water.

Tzuyu lets you stare at her body for a few moments then she kneels down and slides your pants and underwear off your legs. Your cock is already rock hard. 

Tzuyu maneuvers her body so that her chest is right above your cock. “I haven’t done this before,” she says as she squeezes her tits together and impales your cock in between her breasts. 

“Does it feel good?” Tzuyu asks, moving her chest up and down.

“Fuck yes Tzuyu. It feels really good,” you say as you moan.

Tzuyu smiles. “Good”.  Then Tzuyu begins to suck the tip of your cock with her lips as she pumps your cock with her tits.

“Ohhhhh, fuck Tzuyu,” you groan. This is the first time she’s given you a titjob and her tits may be small, but everything she does makes you feel so damn good.

It doesn’t take long before you feel another orgasm coming. 

“I’m cumming,” you grunt as a rope of cum shoots up and lands on Tzuyu’s neck. She moans as your cum paints her breasts. Her breasts milk your cock dry and you slump back into the couch. Tzuyu does the same thing as before and takes her finger to taste more of your cum.

“Mmmmmm. So good,” she moans. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” 

She helps you up and the two of you make your way to her bedroom, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth the whole way there. 

“Eat me,” Tzuyu says as she lays on her back on the bed. Her fingers have moved her panties to the side revealing her pussy.

You don’t have to be told twice. You dive right in between her thighs. Her taste is so sweet. Like nectar from a goddess. You lick and suck her pussy, wanting to taste as much of her as you can. Tzuyu’s hands grip your hair, pulling you into her more. Her moans are heavenly. Soon, you can’t hear her moans anymore as her thighs wrap around your head, covering your ears. The more pleasure she feels the tighter her thighs squeeze your head. Her thighs squeeze tighter and tighter and it gets hard to breathe. She’s getting close and she won’t let your head go until she cums. There’s a good chance that you’ll die from suffocation or a crushed skull from her thighs. And honestly, there’s no other way you would want to die from. You keep eating her until she’s satisfied or you die. You can’t hear or see anything. You just use your tongue to pleasure her.

You feel Tzuyu’s body shake and the pressure on your skull increases tenfold. You wouldn’t be surprised if your skull actually gets crushed by her massive thighs. Luckily for you, after a few moments of intense shaking from Tzuyu, you feel the pressure begin to relieve and eventually you hear Tzuyu moaning and panting. Tzuyu’s juices are all over your mouth and you do your best to lap it all up. 

“Fuck me,” Tzuyu demands as she gets on all fours. 

You take up a position behind her and insert your cock into her soaking wet pussy. There isn’t a need for teasing. She needs you and you need her.

You grab her hips and push your cock all the way into her, as far as you can. Both of you let out loud moans. 

“You’re so big,” Tzuyu moans. 

Your cock is super sensitive from the two orgasms from early so you know if you go too fast this won’t last as long as you or her want, so you decide on long deep strokes. 

You get into a rhythm, making sure to hit her deepest spot and to pull her hips back into you as you thrust into her. 

“Oh fuck, you stretch me so much,” Tzuyu groans. “Keep fucking me like that.”

You keep going. You watch as her ass ripples and thighs jiggle with each thrust. 

Tzuyu looks back at you. “Fuck me harder.”

If you fuck her harder, you’ll cum soon, but she wants it, so you’ll give it to her. You move your hands and grab on to her still cum soaked tits and you start to pound her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Tzuyu’s screams are in sync with each hard and fast thrust into her. 

The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in the room along with your grunts and Tzuyu’s moans. 

You fuck her hard and fast as long as you can. 

“I’m- gonna- cum,” you say in between grunts and through gritted teeth. 

“Yes! Cum in me! Please cum in me, baby!” Tzuyu yells out.

One final thrust and you lodge your cock deep into Tzuyu and cum erupts. You have no idea how you still have so much cum. It must be the power of Tzuyu. 

Tzuyu moans as your cock completely fills her with your warm cum. Her body spazzes from another orgasm as well. Both of her hands are on top of yours on her breasts. It’s pure bliss. 

Once your orgasm passes you fall straight back onto the bed. You have no energy left but Tzuyu climbs between your legs and starts to lick your cock.

“Tzuyu, I’m so tired,” you say weakly. 

Tzuyu giggles. “We have to make up for the lost time. Baby, let’s do it all night.”

…

[lambertdiary]

Sorry Won't Fix This

"Sorry Won't Fix This" Masterlist

A/N: I decided to join @omgrachwrites 's 2K followers celebration! Congrats friend on this amazing milestone, I hope you like this! I went for the angst prompt "sorry won't fix this" since I don't think I've posted enough angst. I'm sorry if this is confusing and messy, I don't know what happened. also I was heavily inspired by this gif and that whole scene.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, language, lots of dialogue

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It was New Year’s Eve and the three friends were making their way through the crowded hallways. They had just arrived at the party and the big mansion looked like it couldn’t hold one more person. It was a big deal apparently, one of the rich families in town were the hosts of the celebration, they were famous for their incredible parties and it seemed like they went bigger every year, so being invited was a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’, as some would call it.

Chloe, the youngest daughter of the family, went to the same school as them. She was beautiful, cool, interesting and had a lot of friends who constantly got invited to her parents’ home. Chris and Y/N didn’t know the girl but Dalton did, and she asked him to bring his friends. They were of course very excited to be there but the hundreds of drunk people bumping into them made it a little overwhelming. 

“I don’t wanna get drunk tonight” Y/N said as soon as they found the alcohol.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, why do you care?” Chris asked, raising her voice so that her friends could hear her.

“I don’t know, there’s too many people here and I basically know no one” Y/N was looking around trying to find a familiar face “Plus, someone should stay sober”

“If that’s what you want” Chris replied, shrugging her shoulders “Dalton, take a shot with me”

“Uh-” He hesitated “Maybe I should be the sober one tonight”

“No, drunk Dalton is more helpful than sober Dalton for some reason” He rolled his eyes and took the tiny glass from Chris “You were the one who got invited to this party anyway, it would be rude if you didn’t get wasted tonight”

Dalton nodded. Maybe Chris had a point, he wouldn’t wanna appear rude in front of everyone, especially not in front of Chloe. He took that first sip like he has never had alcohol before, making a disgusted face and a weird noise. 

“Don’t be dramatic” Chris said, rolling her eyes and handing him another shot. 

“I’m gonna find food” Y/N said as she saw her friends determined to get plastered before midnight. The second shot went down a lot easier for both of them, and eventually, after many many weird combinations, any drink tasted like water. They swore they were fine, that they were not drunk at all, even though Y/N spotted them dancing. It was like they didn’t have a care in the world and their only purpose was to get lost in the beat, which wasn’t hard to believe for someone like Chris, but Dalton? He would never do something like that, especially not in front of hundreds of people. 

Y/N was holding a soda while she kept an eye on her friends, talking to a lot of people and occasionally joining them on their dancing. The whole party was really impressive, there were waiters everywhere, unlimited food and drinks, a massive pool and even some entertainment every now and then. She has never been to a party like that and she was curious to meet the person that invited them there in the first place. 

Hours went by and Y/N looked at the time. 11 PM. One more hour until midnight. Everyone around her was having a great time, she was too but she was starting to regret her decision of not drinking anything. Waiting for the new year to come with her closest friends at a party like this called for a drink, even if it was just one. She wanted to tell Chris about her one drink but as soon as she found her, she grabbed her hand and started guiding her through the people 

“I need to find a bathroom” Chris said. They walked through the many hallways until they finally found a bathroom.

Chris went in but kept the conversation going “Where’s Dalton” Y/N yelled.

“I don’t know, with Chloe and her friends I think”

“Oh, did you meet them?”

“I did, I’m sure they’re nice but it’s hard to understand what they’re saying with so much alcohol in their systems”

“You’re one to talk” Y/N joked, and Chris opened the door dramatically.

“I’m not drunk, and even if I was, I think I’m really good at hiding it” Chris started walking back to the party, Y/N following her. 

“I would like to disagree”

“You’re not allowed to”

They went back to the dance floor, finding a lonely Dalton dancing with passion, stumbling as he tried to stop himself from falling. They danced with him for a while and then tried to convince him to go wash his face before midnight, but he refused. Y/N decided to get him some water, that would definitely help her drunk friend. She went to find some water for Dalton and an alcoholic drink for herself, and after a moment she made her way back. It was nearly midnight and she wanted to be with Chris and Dalton when the clock hit 12 AM. Unfortunately, with everyone at the party gathering outside getting ready for the count down, Y/N lost sight of them, they weren’t on the dance floor where she left them. She assumed they were in the garden, where the big screen with the time was, so she walked around for a while to look for them but gave up when she noticed how hard it would be to spot them in the massive crowd. 

She did see a familiar face though, Chloe “Hey” She approached her with a friendly smile. 

Chole looked a little drunk, just like anyone else there, but she returned the smile  “Hi! I’m Chloe” She said, hugging Y/N. 

“I know, I’m Y/N” She replied, hugging her back and breaking it after a moment. 

“Pretty! I love your name”

“Thanks” Y/N smiled at her, happy that she finally met the famous Chloe  “I’m here with Dalton”

“Oh yeah, Dalton, I was just with him. He looks like he’s having a really good time. Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, I am. This place is amazing” She looked around and admired the expensive art on the wall “Anyway, how do you know Dalton?”

“He painted me once” Oh. 

“Oh, cute” She forced a smile. 

“Yeah, he’s so talented” Chloe smiled again, and her smile made Y/N realize why they were invited to the party “Don’t you think?”

“He is, definitely” Y/N wasn’t being mean, but she felt guilty for reacting this way, Chloe was really nice and it wasn’t at all her fault, Dalton could so whatever he wanted anyway “Listen, I’m gonna go find my friends but thank you”

“Any time!” She left and Y/N chugged the drink she was holding. Looking at the time again she realized there were five minutes left of the current year. She had to be quick if she wanted to find them before midnight.

Was she jealous? Maybe. Y/N and Dalton had a rather complicated history. They have known each other for a couple of years now and are definitely good friends. It wasn’t always like that, though. The first year of their ‘friendship’ consisted of hooking up and regretting it, they tried to be something more but it always ended badly. Whether it involved trust issues, constant jealousy, lack of effort or even meaningless arguments, they never found a way to work through their problems. 

Y/N still had feelings for him, they never went away but she didn’t wanna keep trying, not when Dalton didn't feel the same way. Truth is, he did feel like that, he constantly thought about her but whenever he tried something it went nowhere, so he just gave up on her. They were so oblivious of each other’s feelings. 

“Chris, have you seen Dalton?” Y/N asked when she finally found her. 

“Uhh-” Chris scanned the people around her and was about to say no, but then she saw him. 

Ten 

Nine 

Her reaction was really obvious, making Y/N immediately direct her attention to where she was looking. 

Eight 

Seven 

Dalton and Chloe were together, really close to each other. She had her arms around his neck and he was holding her waist. Looking down at her with those eyes.

Six

Five

“I’m sorry Y/N” Chris whispered before hugging her.

Four 

Three

She wanted to look away, but just couldn’t for some reason. Why would she want to hurt her own feelings like that?

Two 

One 

“Happy new year!” Everyone yelled at the same time.

Y/N closed her eyes and held Chris tighter, whispering “Happy new year”

She dared to look back at Dalton and Chloe, wanting to confirm her suspicions. And they were right. They were kissing deeply, and a few of Chloe’s friends were hyping them up.

She wanted to cry but that is not how she wanted to start the new year, and she was mad at herself for not trying to fix things with him before it was too late “I’m gonna go find more alcohol” She told Chris.

“Y/N come on, don’t let Dalton ruin tonight”

“He didn’t, I just want another drink” Y/N said before leaving, Chris wanted to follow her but she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Happy new year!” Dalton said, leaning in for a hug.

“What the hell, Dalton?” Chris took a step back “Why did you abandon us? I thought we agreed to be together for the countdown” She was mad.

“Sorry, I was just with-”

“Good job, now we’re gonna leave. You should stay, though”

“What? Why?”

“I’m gonna go find Y/N” Chris rolled her eyes and went back into the mansion.

Dalton followed her. He was a little confused, why was she mad? Were they both mad? He was about to ask her but he saw Y/N going back to the garden “Y/N!” He yelled, but the music was too loud. He walked behind her and touched her back when he was close enough.

“Happy new year” Dalton smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw her eyes “Everything okay?”

Y/N looked at him with storms in her eyes “Is that why we came here?” 

Dalton stayed silent for a moment “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Y/N didn’t know if she should tell him, they weren’t together so why should she care? He for sure didn’t so maybe it was time she let him go “It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving” She started walking but Dalton stopped her.

“Please tell me what happened”

“I shouldn’t-” She said, walking again “Just forget it, okay?” 

Dalton finally understood why she was acting like that “Is this about Chloe?”

“I said forget it”

“Why do you always do this?” That made her stop on her tracks and turn around to face Dalton.

“Do what?”

“Come to me yelling about us when you have made it clear you want nothing with me”

“I never said that”

“But that’s what you always imply, I make moves and you push me away. You say you’re not ready for a relationship but-”

“But what?”

“You- I’m the only one you reject, every time. And now this is my fault somehow?”

Y/N scoffed “You know damn well how I feel”

“No I don’t, Y/N, and that’s the problem”

“Well, that’s your problem. You never listen to me, not then and not now”

“I did- I do” He stammered, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say “I just wanna understand”

“Understand what?”

“What happened to us” He got closer to her and tried to hold her hand, but Y/N didn’t allow it.

“You know what happened, you and your million reasons to simply not care about me, about us, or our relationship. Dalton, you made it so fucking hard”

“So you’re just tossing out blame and washing your hands”

“You have no idea how hard I tried to save us”

“Did you really? Then why did you insist on picking every little detail to fight with me?”

“Because I cared”

“Cared? So you don’t anymore?” Y/N didn’t say anything, scared to make things worse between them “Then why are you so mad that I kissed Chloe?”

“Because I love you”

“Stop lying to me” Dalton was loud this time, too loud.

She stared at him and Dalton didn’t say anything. She couldn’t believe he just raised his voice at her. He quickly realized and was about to apologize but Y/N interrupted him “Don’t even bother, happy new year” Y/N started walking again, repeating in her mind that she needed to find Chris.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”

“Sorry won’t fix this, it won’t fix any of this”

“Then I don’t know how to fix it”

She turned around again “Maybe you can’t, not this time” 

There was an awkward silence, both of them trying to think of something to say “You said we’re not good for each other and maybe you were right” Dalton finally muttered.

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that. It broke her heart to hear him say those words but she knew it was true. Being together and hating him seemed worse than not being with him and wondering what could’ve been. 

“I guess I was. Have fun”

She walked away for the last time, knowing things would never be the same.

[theemporium]

[2.2k] old memories are dug up when a familiar face shows up at a party with a keen interest on you. 

based off the prompt: “i’m yours” “say it again”

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Steve knew that his friendship with Tommy H had no hopes of redemption when they parted ways, and truthfully he was okay with that. 

In his honest opinion, it took him far too long to realise what a shitty friend Tommy truly was, along with the rest of the stranglers in the group. They didn’t care about Steve, not really. He was just a figurehead, and they would’ve followed whoever wore the crown. 

And though broken friendships did sting a little, he had found him a group of people that truly cared for him. He found a family and he wouldn’t give that up for the world. 

Sure, things were a little different after the drop of King Steve but it wasn’t a feeling he mourned for very long. And for people like Tommy H and Carol, who had only clung onto him for that title, he couldn’t say any tears were shed after he parted ways with them at the end of senior year and hoped to never really see them again. 

Of course, that meant the universe had to reunite them in the most twisted way possible. 

You were young and fresh out of high school yourself when you stumbled into small town Hawkins, Indiana with no real purpose in your life and no real plans either. You were young and eager and not really ready to be tied down to a single place when the world was an oyster of opportunity and experiences. 

You had visited a handful of odd towns and cities alike so far since you left home, but none of them were quite like Hawkins. Something about the town charmed you, and you found yourself situated in Indiana town for longer than you expected and a part of that maybe had to do with the pretty boy with gorgeous hair that always seemed to blush at your compliments and flirt back when you stopped by the ice cream parlour in the mall after work. 

It was a summer full of lingering touches, stolen glances and puppy love that only seemed to exist between two teens. 

Things took a bit of a turn when the summer twisted into Russian bunkers, escape plans and the smell of burning flesh forever burned into your senses as you watched the mall you were so beloved off burn down. 

By that point, you would’ve been up and out of the town before the sun rose and the firemen were able to put the fire out. 

But something kept you in Hawkins—correction; Steve Harrington kept you in Hawkins. 

Months of realising that maybe scouting the globe wasn’t what you were looking for, maybe it was a feeling or a knowing thought: or maybe that epiphany was Steve with his pretty eyes and kind words and hair that just made you swoon. 

It led you straight into over eight months later, music and voices buzzing around the abandoned community pool. It was early spring, the temperature was warm enough to shed the winter coats and scarfs, and the adolescents of Hawkins deemed it something to celebrate. 

The pool was empty, the space now filled with rambunctious teens and kegs and chants that echoed off the tile walls. There were speakers set up on the lifeguard post, empty solo cups already scattered around the ground and the thrill in the air that they could be caught at any moment. 

Steve was hesitant to show up, knowing just how he was perceived at these events and just how far he had come since then. But you pouted your lips, flashed him puppy dog eyes and Steve couldn’t really say no to you. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” you said to him as you stood between his legs, your fingers dancing along the collar of his shirt. “As much as I love Dustin, we need to be around some people our age.” 

Steve had snorted but he didn’t disagree, muttering his answer under his breath as you pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek and quickly headed towards the beeping microwave that contained the popcorn you put in minutes ago. 

Standing amongst the dancing, drunk teens with cheap beer that went down far easier than he remembered, Steve thought you were right. You both needed this, a sense of normalcy and adolescent upbringing that was torn away from you between an array of different reasons. 

You deserved a night to just pretend everything was okay. 

Steve hadn’t even minded as people greeted and spoke, the small chat a bit awkward and repetitive but it was bearable. You had spent most of the night tucked under his arm, grinning against the rim of your cup as Steve whispered stories and random facts about the people he spent four years in high school with, and some of them years before that too. 

“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to him as you waved your empty cup. 

Steve didn’t say anything, simply nodding his head and giving your shoulders a soft squeeze before you made your way to the other side of the pool, climbing down the ladder to get to the kegs in the empty pool. 

His eyes dazed over a little as he listened to some kid a year or two younger than him ramble away—about what Steve wasn’t too sure—but the kid was passionate and he didn’t have the heart to walk away. So he stood there, nodding his head and letting out hums of acknowledgement as he sipped on his drink and let his eyes wander around the party every so often. 

It hit the five minute mark when Steve realised that you hadn’t returned with a drink, his eyebrows furrowed together as he scanned the area trying to spot you. 

It took less than ten seconds before he noticed you, standing beside the kegs in the empty pool, cup in hand and a smile on your face as you chatted away to someone. He couldn’t see the person’s face but Steve didn’t need to. 

He spent just under four years with the jerk. Steve didn’t need to see his face to know it was Tommy H. 

Steve muttered half-hearted apologies to the boy in front of him before he began shoving through the throng of drunk teens, his eyes fixed on you and his old friend. 

Your eyes caught his over Tommy’s shoulder and something in his chest stirred at the way your smile widened. 

“Steve,” you greeted with a smile as the boy quickly took up the space next to you, uncaring of the knowing look you flashed him as his arm around your shoulder pulled you closer. “I bumped into your friend.” 

Tommy only grinned at Steve, all feline and bad omens. “So many stories to share, huh?” 

“Tommy,” Steve eventually spoke, his voice blank and unamused. “Didn’t realise you were in town.” 

“Spring break,” he said with a casual shrug. “Thought I’d come home from college, you know?” 

Steve didn’t miss the jab. The small brag that whilst he was stuck in the same town lines, Tommy was off to some hotshot college he had no doubt his father paid for. 

“Mhm,” Steve hummed but didn’t say much else. 

“Quite the girl you’ve got there,” Tommy commented as his eyes focused back on you, the smile on his face was one Steve instantly recognised—charming and suave and the same one he used to make girls like Carol giggle and blush. “Very different to Nancy Wheeler.” 

Steve’s jaw clenched. 

“Is that how you small town folk measure people’s personalities?” you piped up, and to anyone else the question would seem genuine and innocent, but the glimmer of mischief in your eyes said otherwise. 

Tommy grinned. “She’s feisty.” 

“What do you want, Tommy?” Steve gritted out between clenched teeth. 

“Don’t be like that, Steve,” The freckled boy said in such a patronising tone that it was a surprise the cheap beer in Steve’s cup wasn’t splashed in his face at this point. “We used to be best buds. I just wanted to get to know your girl, make sure she’s taking care of my old friend.”

There were a million different thoughts racing through Steve’s head at that moment. The first being the audacity of the boy to talk about you like a caregiver, like you were simply partaking in a job and you weren’t a human with emotions in a relationship. The second was that Tommy H knew Steve better than he liked to admit, and he also knew what riled the boy up. And the third being that he knew there was much more to his reasoning than he was giving, the conversation with you purposeful and chosen to be done when Steve wasn’t present. 

And along with his a million thoughts were a million different responses Steve had on the tip of his tongue to deal with Tommy, feeling young and bitter and mean like he was back in his King Steve glory days. He felt a little disgusted at himself for the way his stomach flipped in anticipation for Tommy to be on the receiving end of the snarky comments this time around. 

But before Steve even got a chance to lay down his blow and hit Tommy where it hurt, you had already opened your mouth. 

“Oh yeah, no, of course,” you said as you nodded your head in encouragement, face remaining serious as you tucked yourself further into Steve’s side. “I mean, Steve has told me so much about his best friend from high school, it’s only right that I get the chance to meet him too.” 

A look of surprise flashed in Tommy’s eyes before it was replaced with the usual nonchalance. “See, Steve, your girl gets it.”

“Yeah, I mean it’s great to finally put a face to the boy Steve told me cried when he got rejected by three different girls and puked in his mother’s rose bush,” you stated so casually that it took Steve a few moments before he even processed what you said. 

Tommy let out a nervous laugh. “I—” 

“And he also told me about that time you pissed yourself during eighth grade basketball tryouts because you were so nervous,” you continued with a bright smile on your face as the boy in front of you started to pale. 

“I have no idea—” 

“Oh god, how did I almost forget?” you laughed as you playfully slapped your forehead. “You’re the Tommy! The one that spent your whole high school career so far up my boyfriend’s ass because you wanted to be him.” 

Steve could barely string a sentence together, something between a scoff and a laugh leaving his lips as he looked between you and his old friend with something quite like pride blooming in his chest.

“Whatever,” Tommy grumbled under his breath and didn’t say anything else as he quickly hurried to disappear into sea of partygoers. 

Steve watched him go, eyes glaring at the back of his head before he turned his head to look down at you, a totally innocent expression on your face. 

“Do you think he likes me?” you questioned, unable to bite back the grin that grew on your face as Steve let out an ungraceful snort. 

“You…” Steve trailed off, shaking his head and biting down on his lower lip to stop the ramble of words that wanted to escape. “You’re amazing.” 

You shrugged, cheeks burning a little but that didn’t shake your confidence. “I know.” 

Steve’s grin only widened. 

“You know,” you murmured as your arms wrapped loosely around his waist with a shit-eating grin on your face. “You get this adorable pout on your face when you’re jealous.” 

Steve rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t—”

You shot him a look.

“Okay, I was a little jealous,” he admitted with a heavy sigh, his hands locking behind your back and pulling your body closer to his. “I just…don’t like seeing you with him.” 

“I knew what he was doing the second he walked up to me,” you told him, the moment oddly sweet and intimate as you stood three feet away from what you were sure was someone’s lunch that came back up after one too many drinks. “He thought he was so smart, it was cute.” 

Steve’s nose scrunched in disgust. “Cute?” 

“Calm down, big boy,” you laughed as you watched his face remain unamused by your word choice. “I only have eyes for you.” 

Steve hummed. “Yeah, and then you go call other guys cute so…” 

“I’m yours,” you told him with a shake of your head, amused but not surprised at your boyfriend’s antics. “You know that very well.”

Steve’s eyes softened. “What was that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m yours.”

A cheeky grin grew on his face. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Steve Harrington,” you said as leaned in close enough your nose brushed against his. “Even despite how much you annoy me.” 

“You love me anyways,” he murmured. 

You sighed. “I do.” 

But despite what you said and despite the way you may have muttered a few light-hearted complaints under your breath, you couldn’t deny you loved the way Steve grinned at you as he wrapped an arm around you, happily calling you his girl for the rest of the night as you mingled amongst the group. 

And you can’t deny the jealousy was worth the treat the were in for the second you and Steve were alone.

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[make-me-imagine]

A New Years Kiss

Part One: A Christmas Rose

Plot: After an agonizing wait over the holidays, you finally get to see Sherlock again at the Tewksbury family New Years gathering. Will you find out if the rose was truly meant for you?

Pairing: Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Gn!Reader

Words: 2.2k

A/n: In Victorian times they did not celebrate New Years as heavily as we do today. The rich families would often be the only ones to hold parties or they had "open houses". So this is based around that a bit. With a little modern New Years kiss theme thrown in.

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As you stepped down from the carriage, your eyes ran over the Tewksbury's residence. You often forgot just how large it was.

People mingled outside, greeting each other before slowly making their way inside. Your heart beat was heavy as you took a deep breath and made your way towards the house.

Spotting Enola lingering outside, you approached her. As she spotted you, you saw her smile.

"Y/n, thank God, I was afraid I would have to go in alone."

"Isn't Tewksbury greeting you?"

She sighed "No, alas he is busy hosting, he has to greet everyone with his mother."

"Everyone? I do not envy him"

"No do I." She sighed as she looped her arm through yours. "Come, lets go inside."

As you began entering the house, your eyes cast over the crowd. You wondered if Sherlock was here yet. Was he still coming? It had been torture for you having to wait until this party to see him.

You had given in once, a few days prior and went to his apartment. But he was not there. So you had to wait. But you could not help but worry that he might not come tonight. How long would you have to wait to see him then?

What if he did not leave the rose after all, and your anxious waiting meant nothing?

Shushing your own thoughts you looked over at Enola. "Is it true your brother is coming?"

She nodded "Oh yes, apparently he has a very important reason to be here, though he wont tell me what that is exactly. I can't help but think it is about a case he is working on. He is here somewhere." She glanced over at you "He asked if you would be coming as well."

You tried to hide any emotion you might be feeling "Did he?"

You saw something akin to curiosity cross her face, but it quickly faded when she spotted Tewksbury motioning for her to come over to him.

Looking over at you, you nodded "Go ahead. I'll be around."

Smiling, she darted off to go to his side, and you smiled at them. They made a cute couple. Looking around, your heart began beating a bit faster as you wondered where Sherlock was. You wanted to look for him, but feared you might be getting in his way if he was really here working on a case.

Saying hello to a few people you knew, you grabbed a drink and stood at the edge of the room, your eyes casting over the art pieces the family had set out for people to admire.

When some time had passed and you had yet to see Sherlock, you started to doubt he was still here. Maybe something happened and he had to leave.

As people began filing into the large dancing hall, you followed, continuing to stand at the edge of the room.

As Sherlock entered the large room, his eyes found you almost immedietely. You were dressed in an elegant outfit that suited you very well. You looked slightly nervous as you stood among the crowd.

Ever since the day you exchanged gifts, he was tormented with thoughts about how you found the rose. Did you immediately think he left it? Did you return his feelings? Did you even find the rose within the pages?

Walking through the crowd and around the room, his eyes remained on you as he grew closer. A dance would be starting soon, he did not dance often, but with you, he would very gladly do so.

As couple after couple made their way into the middle of the room, including Enola and Tewksbury, you felt an odd sense of jealousy. You were not much of a dancer, but you would like to experience the thrill of dancing closely with someone you had feelings for.

As if on queue, a voice spoke near your left ear, taking you by surprise.

"Would you like to dance?"

Looking over, you saw Sherlock standing close behind you, leaned over to speak softly to you. His hand was placed out for you to take, and a small smile on his face as he met your eyes.

You felt at a loss for words for a moment, but you smiled and nodded "I would love to" You finally muttered out shyly.

His smile grew slightly as he took your hand in his and lead you to the dance floor.

You were not unaware of the mutters that followed as people saw Sherlock Holmes leading a mostly unknown person out onto the dance floor. But you didn't care about their opinions, much.

Your heart was fluttering, and your chest was tight as Sherlock pulled you closer to him to prepare for the dance. Your eyes met and he still held the familiar soft smile on his face.

As the music began, you quickly fell into rhythm with everyone else on the dance floor. There was a silent moment between you, before Sherlock spoke.

"I was glad to see you were able to make it."

"Oh yes, wouldn't miss it." There was a hint of sarcasm in your voice that made his lip quirk. "I was still a bit surprise you came yourself. Enola said you were here for something important. A case perhaps?"

His smile changed almost to a soft smirk and you felt small jolt from your heart.

"The reason I came is important, but it does not have anything to do with a case"

The way his eyes studied you made you think he meant you were the reason. But you feared you may be hoping for too much.

"And what reason is that, may I ask?" Your voice was soft.

Sherlock could tell what you were hinting at, and this was enough to tell him what he wanted to know.

Spinning you around to the music, he pulled you close to him again your back against his chest, as his voice spoke softly in your ear.

"I wanted to know what you thought of my gift."

You felt a shiver roll through you as his lips just brushed your ear. Twirling you back around to face him again, your came chest to chest, your face hovering just in front of one another before you stepped back and continued with the dance.

"The book? Or the other gift within it?" You didn't say explicitly what it was, but your word were obvious enough.

He smiled at your choice of words "Both." He said simply.

"I adore the book, and I've already read it front to back twice." His eyebrow quirked and you smiled. "And the other-"

Pulling you close to him against, his face hovered close to yours as you moved around the room in dance. You were sure there were eyes on you, but you didn't care.

"I loved." Your voice came out softly.

"Loved?" He repeated, his own voice soft.

"Such a beautiful color. And the meaning-" You seemed to be losing your train of thought as his face remained so close to yours.

"Is returned, I hope?" He finished, just as the music ended.

You stopped as everyone else did, but remained locked on each other before you pulled your eyes away to clap for the musicians. Sherlock did the same, his own chest tight as he looked back at you.

He was unable to say more before a group of men started to make their way over to him, already speaking loudly, asking questions and trying to gain his attention.

He saw you step away, somewhat alarmed by the interruption. Gently grabbing your elbow he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Meet me on the balcony at Midnight."

Stepping away again, he was almost swallowed by the group of strangers, most of whom you assumed were reporters or politicians.

Making your way away from the crowd, you looked back, only able to see glimpses of his face. You felt pity for him, knowing he hated this kind of attention. And you felt anger, for being interrupted at such an important and intense moment. Looking at the clock nearby, you noted it was nearly forty minutes to twelve.

You sighed as you looked back to here Sherlock had once been. You assumed he had been dragged off by the group of people. You dd not envy him, but you wished you had someway to help him.

"You and my brother seemed to be deep in conversation during that dance."

You jumped slightly at Enola's voice. Turning, you saw her standing beside you, having not even heard her approach.

You cleared your throat lighlty "Yes."

"Did he tell you about the case?" She asked with obvious curiosity in her tone.

You shook your head "He is not here for a case." Your heart jumped slightly. Should you tell her more? What would she think?

Her smile widened as she moved a little closer "Well that confirms the other thing I had a feeling about then."

"Feeling about what?"

"That he was here to see you."

Your eyes glanced to his last location before you looked back at Enola. "Why would you think that?"

She rolled her eyes slightly "Because ever since I introduced you, he always asks about you, wants your opinions, and his eyes follow you everywhere, every time you are around, it's obvious he has feelings for you. "

You felt heart rise up your neck and ears.

"Sorry was that too much?" She asked as she noted your change in demeanor.

You smiled and shook your head "No, I just...didn't know it was obvious."

She smiled "Well your feelings for him were obvious too. But, surprisingly I don't think they were obvious to him."

Deciding to tell her vaguely about what happened between you and Sherlock, she kept you company asking questions and going on long rants about how cases might work after you and Sherlock got involved. You simply listened, too overwhelmed by her ideas and thoughts to say anything.

After some time she tapped you aggressively on the shoulder and pointed at the clock.

"It's nearly midnight."

"Oh!" You said with a jolt "I should go."

She nodded her head hurriedly as she ushered you away, watching as you made your way towards the balcony.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you looked around for Sherlock. Seeing he had not come out yet, you let out a soft breath and wandered over to the balcony's edge. You looked out at the property, seeing groups of people scattered around. The night was brisk, and the stars were bright in the sky.

"Y/n." Your voice was spoken from behind you, causing you to turn around.

Sherlock stepped out and smiled at you, closing the doors behind him. "I hope I did not keep you waiting."

You shook your head "I've only been here a few moments. "

As he approached you, you felt jjttery and nervous.

"I'm sorry all those people bombarded you, I'm sure you did not wish to deal with that tonight."

He smiled "No, I did not. But it was not as bad as it could have been. Though I very much would have preferred being able to spend the time with you."

You smiled as you looked down towards your feet. He smiled at your familiar bashfulness. Stepping forward, he reached into his jacket and pulled something out

"I got this for you."

Looking up, you half-expected to see another purple rose. But instead, he was holding a beautidul dark red carnatin flower.

As your eyes lit up at the sight, Sherlock felt a jolt in his chest. You gingerly took the flower from him and met his eyes.

"You read the book front to back, yes?" You nodded softly and he smiled "What does it mean?"

You looked down at the flower again as you tried to recall the section on carnations.

"White carnations symbolize purity and luck, pink are for gratitude, light red for admiration, and dark red for love and affection."

He nodded softly and took a step closer to you. Reaching out, he gently touched the petals.

"Love, affection, dedication, and passion. Red carnations in general express that-" he paused as his eyes locked onto yours "-my heart aches for you."

You felt a shiver roll through you and your breath seemed to catch in your throat as he stared deeply into your eyes. Slowly, his hand rose and cupped your face, his fingers gently caressed you as he moved closer.

His face hovered just in front of yours as his eyes drifted down to your lips. There was thick tension in the silence between you, that was abruptly interrupted as fireworks shot into the sky from the yard below.

You let out a soft gasp as you and Sherlock looked over to see the bright explosions in the sky. Letting out a soft laugh, you looked back at Sherlock who had an amused smile on his face.

His fingers gently held your chin as he pulled you closer "Happy New Year Y/n"

"Happy New Year Sherlock."

His lips met yours softly as his hand slowly trailed from your chin to rest at your neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand then slowly moved to cup the back of your head as he pulled you closer. His other hand rested at your back, as he held you close to him.

As one of your hands held the carnation, the other reached up and wrapped around his neck as you leaned in and relished the kiss.

xx End xx

I'm really bad at ending fics lol, but I hope you liked it!~

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

| Masterlist | Taglist | Ao3 | Social Media | Discord 18+ | Chapter 7 |

6 | Six Geese-a-Laying

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro

Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism

It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.

So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.

Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.

You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.

You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”

You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.

You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.

The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.

But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.

The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.

All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.

Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.

A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.

He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.

You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.

The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.

“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.

“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”

“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.

The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.

Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.

You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.

Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.

It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.

You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.

“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.

You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.

Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?

No. Not tonight at least.

You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.

“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.

The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.

You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.

Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.

You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.

They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.

“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 

“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.

“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.

He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.

He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.

“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.

Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.

Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.

It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.

You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.

They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.

Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.

Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”

Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.

Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.

“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.

“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.

They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”

Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.

Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.

You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.

Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.

When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.

Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.

It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.

Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.

“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.

Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.

“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.

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[erule]

Hii omg congratulations for the milestone! Can I ask fluff with Steve Harrington either 6 or 10 you choose!

All eyes are fixed on you | s.h.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Everybody is looking at you at Nancy’s party and Steve is jealous.

Warnings: fluff, jealous Steve

Word count: 570

A/N: hi! I chose number 10, because I already had another request for prompt 6 with Peter Parker. Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “Where am I looking? At you. I’m always looking at you”.

(you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].

You have always hated parties when you were single, but since you’ve dating Steve, you adore them.

He’s constantly next to you, he brings you any drink you want, he kisses you on the cheek, forehead, lips when he’s jealous or he wants to be sweet, he hugs you while you’re cuddling on the couch, he protects you when guys are mean to you for no reason because you’re the best person ever for him and he’s so funny, he makes you cry for laughing too hard sometimes.

Tonight is one of those nights in which he’s jealous and funny, a mix that often makes you go home with a feeling of warmth in your chest, because he showed you how much he loves you. It’s Nancy’s birthday, his ex, so you didn’t want to go to her house, but since Steve’s still her friend, he wanted you to come with him, so you did. At first, he made some usual jokes, like: “Don’t worry babe, I’m all yours… until I find someone who buys me a big house, then we can share it together”, but then, when he found you talking with two guys after he left you alone to talk to Nancy, he didn’t laugh anymore. 

“Here you are, my love! Do you want a drink?” He asked, then he kissed your cheek.

“No Steve, thank you”.

“I was talking with Nance about watching a movie with her and Jonathan next week. You okay with that?”

“Sure. Tyler was asking me if…”

“Who’s Tyler?” He asked, but you knew that he was playing numb.

“I’m Tyler, you know me, Harrington,” Tyler said and he shrugged.

“I know a lot of Tylers, man,” he replied and you swallowed a laugh. “Anyway, I thought that we could watch Top Gun, since you and Nance love Tom Cruise. Sounds good?”

“Maybe we can talk again another time,” the other guy said and Steve agreed.

“Have a lovely night, guys,” he said, while taking your hand.

“Are you jealous, Steve Harrington?” You asked him, while he was taking you to the couch.

“Me? Jealous? I’m better than those guys, I don’t need to be jealous of two dumb guys like them. But I don’t like the fact that everybody is looking at you. All of their eyes are fixed on you, it’s disturbing,” he said and he sounded sweet like a child when he does.

“What about you?” You asked him, while raising his chin with your index finger.

“What about me?”

“Where are your eyes fixed? Where are you looking?”

“Where am I looking?” He repeated. Then, he looked at you in such a soft way, that made you weak in the knees. There was so much fondness in his eyes, that you felt like all of your empty space were now filled by love. “At you. I’m always looking at you”.

You smiled at him. You felt so thankful to have somebody caring as Steve by your side, that genuinely wanted to make you happy and that wanted you completely. You hugged him, trying to transfer your feelings into that embrace, to make him understand that you would have never given attention at anybody else but him.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wished for, Steve Harrington,” you said, then you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Let’s get out of here. I’m gonna take you out on a date”.

[familyvideostevie]

𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 | 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲

any nsfw/18+ content will be tagged as such, minors dni

when you read, please reblog and tell me your thoughts!

𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀:

”i’ve got you”: comforting steve after a nightmare [1.1k]

"sunrise”: watching the sunrise with steve, repost link, original link [1.6k]

”none but you”: reading out loud to steve [1.1k]

”match made in heaven”: steve loves to celebrate the little things with you [1.2k]

”hold my hand through it”: steve takes you for a drive when you’re feeling down [1.5k]

”keep your cool”: you come home after a weekend on the lake with the girls burned to a crisp, steve does his best to help [1.9k]

"the food of love": you write poetry and steve asks to read it [1.7k]

"crystal clear": steve is hiding something from you, but it's not what you think it is [1.2k]

"on the ground": vecna tries to get steve and you try to save him, angst w happy ending! [4.3k]

"sometimes it's just you": you and steve have bad weeks but cheer each other up with sweetness and fluff [2.3k]

"no good at waiting": a multi-part farmer's market au [4 parts, 33.5k total]

"scare me, baby": steve really likes your Halloween costume [2.3k] 18+

"i will always be right there": steve makes it clear to you that you're his priority, always [1.8k]

"a warm horizon": springtime with steve [1k]

"stand to gain": you get a raise at work. steve has a tough day. and yet somehow your good news turns it around for him. | fluff, established relationship, being loved wholly and completely [1.3k]

𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀:

ask: steve worries he won’t be a good dad someday [1.6k]

ask: steve meets your college friends and they don't get him [2.2k]

ask: jealous!steve about eddie and henderson!reader during season four [1.4k]

ask: steve and his pottery girl, based on the blurb [1.6k]

ask: pottery girl part 2, they try photography! [1.5k]

ask: jason corners you in war zone and steve backs you up when you hold your own [1.2k]

ask: you and dustin throw a dance party and steve is so in love with you, friends to lovers [2.5k]

ask: you comfort steve after the events of season 4 vol II [1.4k]

ask: you're there for steve at his graduation, friends to lovers [1.3k]

ask: steve confesses his feelings for henderson!reader in the upside down once she gets hurt [1k]

part 2 [2k]

ask: steve is mad at you for following him into the upside down, angst to fluff [0.7k]

ask: steve comforts you after a nightmare [0.9k]

ask: steve notices every little thing about you [0.9k]

ask: domestic day with steve folding laundry [1.2k]

ask: you and steve make up after a fight (from this blurb) [1.4k]

ask: you call steve by his middle name just to piss him off [0.3k]

ask: steve looks after you when you have cramps [0.8k]

ask: steve is...bad at building a snowman [0.8k]

ask: meet-cute with steve at a coffee shop [1k]

ask: steve feels lucky to come home to you [0.9k]

ask: you and steve share your first kiss in the rain [0.9k]

ask: steve is moping so dustin decides to set him up with you [1.7k]

ask: steve makes his way home to you on your birthday [0.7k]

ask: sunshine!reader and grumpy!steve on a day when you're the grumpy one [1.2k]

ask: you're worried your new relationship with steve is too good to be true, but he sets you right [1.1k]

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀/𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:

steve does pottery

dad!steve and his daughter

dad!steve at his daughter's wedding

roller skating with steve

cuddling with steve

teasing steve by misunderstanding sports analogies

steve finally makes your tea correctly

swim team steve

steve vs a ponytail

jock!steve with a jock!girlfriend

steve dating a nerd

steve and the crew in the summertime

lifeguard!steve teaching kids to swim

steve doesn't judge you for your fears (he has some of his own)

steve's little mustache

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀:

kiss prompts

this might be our last kiss ever so let’s make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses that travel from your lover’s nose to their lips

pulling your lover closer by the waistband 18+

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall 18+

a goodbye kiss, but neither of you can quite let go

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

“if we get caught kissing we’re dead but let’s risk it”

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

"breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together"

everything is going to be okay kisses

smut prompts

"touch yourself" 18+

"you can take it" 18+

"you are doing so well" 18+

"I will never get enough of you" 18+

"tell me what you want" 18+

"let me see those eyes" 18+

"please kiss me" 18+

"you look so good beneath me.” + “I want you to ruin me.” 18+

"you take me so well" 18+

"keep your eyes on me"18+

"i can't get enough of you" 18+

what are we prompts

accidentally referencing them as 'my'

looking for them in a crowd

sparks when skin touches skin

knowing what they'll say

friends pointing it out

smiling more easily

rubbing comforting circles into their skin

personal gift

glowing after a nice remark and having it pointed out

little romantic gestures prompts

being observant to their likes and dislikes

sleepy scenarios

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

[rhettabbotts]

dancing in a snow globe - r. abbott x fem!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to find love in wyoming, but that all changes one night when you meet rhett at a mutual friend’s party.

a/n: this is for my sweet emmie’s @jostystyles 2.6k celebration!!! i love you bestie and i hope you enjoy this, congrats again on your followers. you deserve all of them and so much more <;3

warnings: just pure fluff, language and drinking, some smooching

w/c: 2.2k

this is based on the song you are in love by taylor swift.

“I want you to meet someone.”

You were sitting at brunch with your best friend, a weekend tradition you started in college and continued after you graduated. You were sipping on your mimosa when she dropped the ball. Your eyebrows shot up at the statement, humming around the rim of your glass.

“Please, I don’t think I can take another blind date. The last one was too painful, all he talked about was his ex.” You poked at the eggs left over on your plate. It was hard trying to date someone when you were still fairly new to town. You moved to Wyoming after graduation, needing a change of scenery. While your family was hesitant about you moving so far away, you couldn’t pass up the job offer you received.

“I think you’ll really like him,” she leaned in from across the table, lowering her voice as she spoke again, “he’s a cowboy.” She pulled away, smiling when she saw your eyes light up. “He’s friends with John, they’ve been buddies since high school. He just got back to town not too long ago.. I heard he went through a pretty rough breakup last year.” She went on and on about this mystery guy, telling you things she heard from her boyfriend, John. “He’s going to be at the party tonight.”

“Does this guy have a name?” You couldn’t lie, you were intrigued. He used to ride bulls before he got injured pretty badly a couple of years ago, left town with his then girlfriend, came back after his dad passed away and his ex left him.

“His name’s Rhett. Rhett Abbott. You’ve heard of the Abbott ranch, right?” You nodded as you chewed on your muffin, washing it down with another sip of your drink.

“Yeah, I know which one you’re talking about. So he’ll be there?” You asked her, trying to not get your hopes up. You’ve had one too many failed dates recently, you think one more might put you off dating for good.

“Wear that black dress you bought a few months ago, it’s sexy,” she giggled as she placed her card down on the table. You rolled your eyes as you downed the champagne and orange juice.

You stood in front of your mirror a few hours later, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. It was a satin material, hugging your figure in all the right places. The dress looked good on you, you just never had the opportunity to wear it. You touched up your lipstick and sent a text to your friend to let her know you were on your way. The party wasn’t very formal, and you were afraid you were a tad overdressed. Your stomach was in knots as you walked through the door, anxious to meet the infamous Rhett.

You had barely made it through the door when you tripped over the lifted lip of the rug that was on the floor, causing you to fall right into the arms of a stranger. Leave it to you to make a grand entrance.

“You alright there, ma’am?” You looked up to see the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Tendrils of hair fell down onto his forehead, his deep blue eyes staring back into yours. And that voice. Its timbre ran a shiver down your spine. It sounded so warm, a gruffness to it that made your palms sweat. You swore he could probably hear your heart racing.

“Oh good! I see you two have already met,” your friend declared, hand in hand with John. “Rhett, this is the friend I was telling you about!” Your face heated up immediately when you realized you were in the arms of Rhett Abbott. Your hands were still gripping onto his firm biceps. You prayed at that moment to every god and deity that the earth would open up and swallow you whole. You friend didn’t stick around long, moving to greet more guests that came through.

“I am so sorry,” you finally spoke up, your voice nearly leaving you. You found your footing and stepped away from him, his hands dropping from the hold they had on your waist. You took in the sight of him. He wore a pair of dark wash jeans and a simple black button up, the sleeves rolled to the elbows. My god, you thought to yourself, he looked like sin personified.

“It’s alright. It’s not every day I have a pretty woman throwing herself at me,” he smirked.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t.. I just tripped- the carpet,” you rambled on before you realized he was laughing slightly. A warm smile was spreading across his face.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart. I’m glad I was there to catch you,” he shifted on his feet, sliding a hand through his hair. “I’m Rhett, well, I guess you already know that.” It was your turn to smile up at him. You introduced yourself and extended your hand for him to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Rhett,” you said, trying to ignore the feeling that washed over your body as you felt his callused hand take yours.

“Likewise. You wanna grab-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before your friend was grabbing you by the arm and pulling you away. You threw him an apologetic look over your shoulder, mouthing “later” to him.

You didn’t see much of Rhett throughout the night, you were both too busy mingling with different people. He was catching up with old friends and you were making new ones. You were listening intently to Lisa talk about her new plants that she just repotted when you looked to your left and saw him. Rhett was taking a swig of his beer when his eyes met yours, a look that says everything and nothing all at once. It lasted all of two seconds before you’re being pulled back into the conversation when someone uttered your name. You saw Rhett make a move towards the door, he looked back towards you, a silent invitation. You waited a few minutes before excusing yourself, following after Rhett.

He was propped against the wall, taking a drag off a cigarette. His face lit up when he saw you, standing up straighter and pushing away from the wall.

“Hi. You gonna fall into my arms, again?” There that smirk was once more. You couldn’t deny that it made your insides twist and turn in the most delicious way. God, he was so handsome.

“Only if you’ll catch me again,” you joked. You made small talk as he finished his cigarette, telling him about why you moved to Wyoming and how you ended up in Wabang of all places. He talked about how he met John and how your friend never stopped talking about you when she was around.

“You wanna go grab some coffee?” Rhett asked, kicking at a rock that was at his feet. His hands were shoved into his pockets. “The diner down the road has the best coffee and ap-“

“Apple pie,” you finished his sentence, grinning at him. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You hesitated in your answer, not wanting to sound too eager. “I’d love to get a cup of coffee.” He walked you to his truck, opening the door for you. You talked the entire drive to the diner. You both got coffee and shared a piece of the apple pie. You stayed until Mrs. Mabel, the diner owner, was closing up shop for the night.

You stood outside the diner, not wanting the night to end. When there was a lull in the conversation, you fell into comfortable silence, walking down the street back to his truck.

“Hey, look up,” he said quietly, stopping on the sidewalk. You did as he said and the sight took your breath away. The sky was clear, the stars on full display. They sparkled like little diamonds, flickering like fireflies. You stood close to Rhett, shoulders brushing and hips knocking into each other. You looked to him, his face still turned upwards and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. The soft glow from the street light enveloped him, and you took your time examining his side profile. You noticed a small scar at the edge of his jaw, barely noticeable under his stubble. Your fingers itched to trace it.

You never believed in love at first sight. Hell, you were close to giving up on love in general, but there was something simmering inside you as you looked at Rhett staring up at the stars. A feeling that wrapped its way around your heart and squeezed tightly. He looked down at you eventually, smiling that smile you were growing extremely fond of.

“Let’s get you home,” he said. You prolonged your goodbyes, neither of you wanting the night to end. You exchanged numbers and soft smiles before you got out of the truck. He watched until you got the door unlocked and waved at him to let him know you were okay. As he drove off, you shut the door, pressing your back against it and sliding down slightly. You felt giddy, a smile taking up permanent residence on your face. Rhett texted you when he made it home. Not too long after, another message came through.

“Would you like to go on a date next weekend?”

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed as you pulled the burnt toast from the toaster, nearly burning your fingertips in the process. “Damn it.”

“Well, that’s a sight a man could get used to,” Rhett said from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. He was propped against the entryway to the kitchen, pajama pants slung low on his waist. His eyes raked over your body, letting out a low whistle that caused you to turn away shyly. You were wearing just his flannel and your panties, foregoing pants since you knew you’d end up back in bed if Rhett had anything to say about it.

You had been dating for a few months now, spending nearly all of your free time together. You couldn’t get enough of each other, never running out of things to talk about. He listened to you complain about your office drama, getting so invested in who’s having an affair with who. You knew you were in the honeymoon phase but you loved every second of it. You had never felt this way about someone before. You were able to be yourself totally and completely. You didn’t have to hide your darkest parts from Rhett, nor did he have to hide his from you. You understood each other in a way no one else could.

He pushed off from the doorframe and made his way to you, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close. He placed a kiss on your forehead and swayed you slowly.

“Trying to burn my kitchen down?” He asked, but there was not a hint of malice behind his words. He smiled softly at you before kissing you lightly, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the domesticity of it all.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” you said, pouting up at him. Your fingers wove through his soft curls at the nape of his neck, kissing him again.

“That’s sweet, baby. How about I whip us up something while you go get ready for today?” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the scar on his shoulder before walking away. Rhett couldn’t resist himself and he placed a small slap to your ass as you moved past him, relishing in the yelp you let out.

You spent all day in the city, nearly dead on your feet when you made it back to his place that evening. After a quick dinner and a (not so quick) shower, you laid in bed cuddled into Rhett’s side. Your head rested on his chest, fingers tracing shapeless figures where you lay. Rhett was dozing off, replies to your stories becoming few and far between. You were nearly asleep yourself when he whispered your name. You looked up at him and there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t recognize.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you leaned in to kiss him firmly on his lips. You had not uttered those three words yet, but you felt them. You felt so deeply for Rhett, it frightened you some days. You loved him, loved everything about him. You poured all of your emotions into the kiss, hoping that somehow he would know you felt the same.

“I love you, Rhett, so much,” you said before even thinking about it, kissing him harder and moving to straddle his waist.

You were in love with Rhett Abbott. A man who was not always perfect, who was stubborn and hot headed at times. A man who picked you wildflowers ‘just because’ and who made you french toast on Sunday mornings. A man who made you feel so safe and accepted, reminding you of your worth every day. A man who has been catching you when you fall from day one. You loved him in this moment and all of the other moments in between and you hoped you got to love him for the rest of your life.

[crappymixtape]

my heart in your hands

REQUEST → anonymous, 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “do you regret it?” – this gives eddie insecure about his relationship with reader after some shit hit the fan vibes | ( 2.2k – a sprinkle of angst, a sprinkle of fluff, all the feelings, established relationship, eddie x reader )

M Y H E A R T I N Y O U R H A N D S 🎶 loner, joan

Eddie was swimming in a sea of bodies, two beers raised safely over his head as he tried to find you in the crowd, music so loud he could barely hear himself think.

When you’d asked him to come with you he couldn’t say no. He never could. Not to you. And even though he didn’t really know anyone at the party he stood by your side smiling and nodding, quietly greeting your friends. Friends of friends. Letting you take the lead and chatting everyone up.

It was what had drawn him to you when you first met. The way your eyes lit up when you were joking and making everyone laugh. All animated and full of energy and exuding this bright feeling. The little group of people around you waiting for the next funny quip, hanging on your words and you loved it. Loved the conversation, the way you made at least two new friends at every single party and Eddie was so happy to just be there along for the ride.

Usually. But tonight felt different.

He expected to run the usual circuit. Walk in, grab a beer, find your friends, laugh all night until things grew a little fuzzy around the edges and go home, but not tonight.

No. Tonight you ran into Remmy.

“Remmy?” your voice had taken on a different sound, so surprised and so happy. Eyes lit up like Eddie hadn’t seen before, big smile pulling at your lips and when he followed your line of sight there was a boy at the other end.

A good looking boy.

Tall. All lean muscle and sharp lines. A shock of black hair and enough of a presence to command the room. Nothing like Eddie. The antithesis of Eddie. Everything he wasn’t and he tried to not let his mind run away with it. Tried to stay grounded. Squeezed your hand in his and followed along.

“Holy shit!” Remmy had yelled back, the grin on his face somehow making him even more handsome and Eddie’s stomach twisted at the thought of the other boy’s hands on your waist. Trailing up your back. Pulling in the scent of your shampoo as your hair fell over your shoulders and holding you close.

Holding his girl close.

“How are you?” you asked, shoving Remmy playfully with a hand pressed to his chest and he laughed. A deeply warm sound that made Eddie burn all the way up to his ears and when your hand fell from his he had to stop himself from grabbing it again.

“I’m great, how are you? I haven’t seen you since graduation,” Remmy hadn’t even looked at Eddie yet, eyes only for you.

“So good. I’m just over at the gallery helping with sales and setting up installations and–”

Eddie cleared his throat, hands clasped behind his back, trying so hard not to cut in and when you heard it your eyes widened.

“Oh! Rem. This is my boyfriend, Eddie,” turning you grabbed hold of Eddie’s leather jacket and pulled him forward, bringing him between the two of you and Remmy smiled his big smile.

“Ed. Lucky man,” Remmy gave him a wink and all Eddie could do was laugh. A small huff of air he had to force out and he hoped neither of you had noticed.

“Hah, yeah. Don’t I know it,” Eddie tried to joke, but it fell short and you caught the shift in his tone, the one that screamed I’m uncomfortable and you thought he needed a break. An excuse to get away.

“Babe, wanna grab us some beer?” you asked, thinking you were throwing him a lifeline and Eddie’s stomach lurched. Grab beer. Away from you. Leaving you alone with this other guy, this other guy you had chemistry with.

“Uh. Y–yeah. Course. Be right back,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and turned to walk to the kitchen, a peal of laughter falling from your lips as soon as you started talking to Remmy again and the thoughts running through Eddie’s mind started to take hold.

He had to have been an ex. Maybe even the one right before him. The one that drove the bright red Ford Bronco out front with the shiny new paint and rack up top. The one who played ball in college. Parents had a house in the Hamptons. The one who could buy you nice things and take you nice places and treat you real nice. All the things Eddie couldn’t do and as he wove back through all the people with your beers he caught you back by the stereo where he’d left you.

Still laughing.

Still talking.

Still Remmy and he pushed and shoved to get through the crowd.

“Hey, sweetheart. D’you have a minute?” Eddie walked up emphasizing his nickname for you, beer bottle necks held fast in one hand and the other grabbing onto yours.

“Oh?” your brows pinched together, furrowed in concern, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s okay. Just need you in the other room,” Eddie lied and he could feel Remmy’s eyes on him.

“Okay, yeah. Sorry, Rem. Catch you later?” you asked and the other boy shrugged indifferently, so casual, definition of cool.

“Definitely. Real good to see you,” Remmy leaned down to give you another hug and then glanced over at Eddie, “You too, Ed.”

“Yeah. Real good,” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t bother to sugar coat how short it sounded and pulled you away back through the crowd. Down a hallway and through a door and into an empty room.

You watched as Eddie set the beers down on a dresser with a loud, clumsy clink. He roughed his hands over his face and loosed a heavy sigh that groaned low at the end. Upset and frustrated and when he finally looked up at you his eyes were big and sad. Lips pulling down into a frown. His warm smile no where to be found and you felt your heart ache.

“Babe? What’s going on?” worry squeezed in your chest as you watched him, feeling so far from him even though he was only a few steps away.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, voice tight, fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to shove it out of his face. Tried so hard to keep it together and you took a step toward him.

“Wait. Regret? Eddie, regret what?” your heart was hammering now, beating hard against your ribs as you held your breath, taking another step toward him and he swallowed hard.

“Regret me. This. Us,” he flipped a hand back and forth in the space between you and you swore your heart stopped.

“What? No. Jesus, Eddie. Why would I–”

“I know I don’t know how to throw a fuckin’ football. M’not big and strong or–or riding around on some white horse with a bunch of armor and shit, but–but you gotta tell me. If it’s not working or–or if you wanna be with someone else–”

You took the last two steps toward him in one and pressed your fingers to his lips. Stopped the words from coming out. Shook your head and took his face in your hands, eyes searching his. Dark and deep like whiskey. Like liquid amber. Like if you looked hard enough you’d be able to tell him how you felt without saying, but it didn't matter because the words came easy.

“Eddie Munson. I don’t care about big and strong. I don’t care about football or stupid horses. I don’t need any of that bullshit. I need you.”

And his face softened, lips parted, leaned into your touch and let out the breath he’d been holding. Lifted his hands to cover yours, wide and warm and grounding.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice low and rough, thick with the feeling swelling in his chest.

“Yeah. Yes. Eddie–” you gave him a small smile, oh babe, “–I love you, Eddie. And everything that makes you, you.”

And then you pulled him in soft and slow, pressed a kiss to his lips, caught him as he fell into you and it was sweet. Full of promises and adoration and affection and god damn you loved that boy.

Pulling away just far enough to speak you smiled at him, “Plus, Remmy doesn’t know shit about rolling a nat 20 and that’s just a real turn off.”

Eddie’s eyes shifted, warmed, the heat blowing his pupils wide. Liquid honey, burnt caramel and he pushed into you, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me do somethin’ about it.”

You grinned, “Yeah? Maybe that’s what I was goin’ for.”

Eddie crowded in over you, arms snaking around your waist, lips pulling up finally into that smile you loved so much and he hummed, “My girl.”

And you hummed right back, “All yours.”

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[writingdumpster]

captain

pairing: Cassian Andor x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male receiving oral, throat fucking, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, edging, dacryphilia, rank kink, degradation, breeding, pussy spanking

summary: Cassian is jealous when Han Solo talks to you at a party celebrating the destruction of the Death Star.

word count: 2.2k

Cassian was seething as the two of you walked home. He wouldn’t even hold your hand. You were leaving a party celebrating the success of the Death Star’s destruction. You could tell Cassian was upset, but you weren’t really sure why. You were letting him take his time. He had a tough time talking about his feelings and you always allowed him time to process.

You walked through your front door and took off your shoes. Cassian went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of the dark alcohol he kept in the cupboard and took a sip. He put his hands on his hips.

“Cass?” You called. He didn’t move. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked softly. Cassian scoffed. He turned around to face you.

“‘What’s wrong?’” He repeated sarcastically. “Why did you wear that dress tonight?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought you liked this one,” you said.

“Yes, but you know why I like it,” Cassian said. “And you know it makes others think the same things it makes me think.”

“Are you really mad at me just because other people were looking at me?” You asked.

“No, I’m mad because you were letting them.”

“Letting them? What does that even mean?” You questioned. You were getting annoyed.

“Oh, please!” He scoffed as he threw his hands in the air. “You were talking to Han Solo all night,” he said.

“He came over to talk to you!” You shouted. “He was trying to thank you!”

“Really?! Then why was he staring at you when he talked to me?!” Cassian shouted back. You were quiet. You really hadn’t thought that Han Solo was flirting with you.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I didn’t notice. I was looking at you,” you finished. Cassian’s heart jumped, even though it had been racing from his anger. You could make him feel so happy with only a few words, but he was still jealous. He didn’t want to let you get away with wearing his favorite dress somewhere that you’d be seen by so many people.

“He was looking at you. And do you know why, princess?” Cassian asked harshly. He stalked across the room and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Because you were wearing this dress.”

“I just thought you liked it,” you said shyly. You really hadn’t intended to draw anyone’s attention but Cassian’s when you put the dress on.

“Well, why were you flirting with Solo?” He questioned.

“I was not! I would never do that to you, Cass!” You shouted defensively.

“Captain,” Cassian snapped.

“What?” You questioned.

“You call me ‘Captain’ tonight,” he told you. Oh, I get it. “Solo might have gotten that medal, but he’s just some asshole,” Cassian sneered. “I am your Captain. You will follow my orders.” You nodded at Cassian. Cassian raised an eyebrow at you when you said nothing.

“Yes, Captain,” you said once you realized what he was waiting for.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight. I know you’ve been wanting me to get you pregnant, sweet girl.” Your eyes widened. You and Cassian had been discussing starting a family. He didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Take this dress off,” Cassian ordered. “Everyone’s seen you in this now. I have to make sure I’ve seen the most of you.” You pulled the dress over your head to reveal the matching pink lace bustier and panties you had bought. It was meant to be a surprise for Cassian that night. Cassian’s eyes soaked in the sight of you.

“I got it for you, Captain,” you said, interrupting the silence. “And you’re the only one who will ever see it.” Cassian smiled.

“It’s pretty, my love,” he said. “Thank you.” You smiled back, glad you had done at least one thing to please him. “I was going to make you take everything off, but I think I’ll leave you like this for a while.”

“Whatever you want, Captain,” you said.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. You looked down at the tile floor.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You asked.

“No. Your knees are going to be bruised after this and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” You were surprised but Cassian’s dominance was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

“Yes, Captain,” you said obediently as you dropped to your knees. You started to reach for Cassian’s belt but he was quick to stop you.

“No touching,” Cassian warned. You withdrew your hands disappointedly. He reached down and undid his own belt, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

Cassian took the base of his cock in his hand. He slapped your cheeks with the tip of his dick, the precum leaking from it sticking to your face. You moaned at the degrading treatment. Cassian was usually all praises and sweetness even through his dominance. You loved when he got mean with you.

“Pat my leg twice if it’s too much,” Cassian instructed.

“Yes, Captain.” You felt like an addict, completely and totally at the mercy of your one desire.

“Now open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out expectantly. He put the tip of his cock on your tongue.

“Don’t suck,” Cassian ordered. “Bad girls don’t get to suck their Captain’s cock,” he started. “They get their throats fucked.” That was the only warning he gave you before he reached down with his other hand, digging it into your scalp and pulling you roughly down on his hard cock. Your nose brushed Cassian’s neatly groomed pubic hair as you gagged on his cock. He held you there for a moment, your throat constricting around his cock. He let you go after you started to choke.

“Thank you, Captain,” you gushed as you pulled away. Cassian chuckled.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Just letting you catch your breath.” You nodded

“I’m ready for more, Captain,” you told him. You opened your mouth expectantly. Cassian smirked.

“Greedy little slut,” he taunted. He gave you what you wanted. He pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him as he began thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard enough to make you gag, but the tip of his cock continued to brush the back of your throat. When he pulled you off himself you gasped for air, drool spilling over your chin and tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.

“Get up. Bedroom. Now.” You stood at once and nearly sprinted towards the bedroom. Cassian left a trail of clothes behind him as he followed you, totally nude by the time you’d arrived in your bedroom. You turned around to face Cassian as you arrived in the room, waiting for his instruction.

“Let me help you with this,” Cassian said as he began to remove your bustier. He tossed it to the side. “Lay down on your back.”

“Yes, Captain,” you replied. You laid down, leaning on your elbows so you could continue to observe Cassian. He climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling in front of you. He ran his fingertips along the outside of your legs gingerly till he reached the waistband of your underwear.

“Do you know how many times Solo called you pretty tonight?” Cassian asked you.

“I think he said I looked nice when he introduced himself,” you said nervously.

“Five. He called you pretty five times,” Cassian snarled. “So, guess what?

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I’m going to ruin your orgasm five times before I let you come,” he told you.

“No, Cassian. Please—”

“Captain!” Cassian snapped. He spanked your pussy over your panties.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimpered. Cassian pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them off the bed. He pushed your legs open wide, large hands spreading over the tender skin of your inner thighs. Your pussy was glistening with wetness. You were desperate for attention.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Cassian cooed. “You’re soaked.” He dragged a single finger up your slit, stopping when he reached your clit to rub a few faint circles over it. The slight movement made you shudder.

“Captain,” you whined. “I need you to touch me.” Cassian chuckled.

“Need me?” He asked. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain. I need you.” Cassian smirked.

“Remember, princess. Five times,” he reminded you.

“Yes, Captain.” Cassian leaned down and licked a line from your asshole up to your clit. You immediately whined in pleasure. His tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking it between his lips. “Ohhh, Captain,” you groaned.

“How does it feel?” Cassian asked. He slurped at your dripping hole, drinking up all the wetness he could.

“It feels amazing, Captain! Feels so good,” you cried. Cassian kept up his precise movements against you, making you squirm against the mattress. He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand tightly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was tensing up as you prepared for your orgasm but suddenly Cassian took his mouth off you and slapped your bare pussy.

“No! No! Please!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation. Cassian laughed darkly as he watched you writhe helplessly against the mattress. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth three more times before he let you have his cock, punctuating each ruined orgasm with another spank to your cunt. Once the fifth edge was over you couldn’t stop begging.

“Please, make me come!” You begged up at Cassian.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, princess.”

“I do, Captain! I do! I’ve been so good! I’m sorry I wore your favorite dress in front of other people!” You cried. Tears were falling freely down your cheeks as Cassian continued to make slow and lazy thrusts in and out of you. It felt just good enough to keep you going but not good enough to get you there.

“You’re sorry?” Cassian asked.

“Yes, Captain,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” He said nothing. “Please,” you sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been good.”

“You have been, sweet girl. You took your punishment well.” Cassian wiped the tear from your cheek and leaned down to give you a slow kiss. “I’ll make you come now,” he whispered against your lips.

Cassian caged you to the bed, his forearms holding him up by your head. Your hands were digging into his back, leaving red scratch marks behind. He began thrusting into you more quickly, rolling his hips as he did so he would start to hit your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck! Captain!” You cried.

“Say my name,” Cassian begged, no longer wanting the facade between you.

“Cassian, please,” you whined. “I need you.” Cassian groaned as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He kissed the soft skin there.

“I love you, y/n,” he moaned. Your heart throbbed. This is what it was about. He wanted to be sure you loved him as much as he loved you. He wanted to make sure that you were his and only his. Forever.

“I love you too, Cassian,” you moaned back. Cassian grunted as he leaned away. He took your leg and hooked it over his hip. Then he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. With his free hand he reached between you and rubbed figure eights against your clit, tearing your last bit of composure away at once.

You plummeted into your orgasm. You screamed out in pleasure. You thrashed against the bed. You nearly broke Cassian’s skin as your nails raked down his back. Your other hand was squeezing his hand tightly. Your pussy was flexing and contracting around Cassian’s cock uncontrollably. Cassian couldn’t help himself from emptying inside you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth that filled your belly and kept squeezing at his cock, trying to drain every bit of cum from him.

Cassian looked down at the spot where your bodies connected as he pulled out of your warmth. He caught the white cum that began spilling out of you on his fingers and quickly pushed it back inside of you. You whimpered, sore after all the edging.

“We just have to keep this in here, sweet girl. Have to make sure it takes,” he said. “Don’t want to waste any time with my schedule.” You had a small moment of doubt.

“We can try again if it doesn’t work…right?” You asked quietly. Cassian’s eyes shot up to meet yours. He could see the fear you were feeling. A family wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Cassian to have. You didn’t always believe it would work out. His hands immediately went to your face and cupped it.

“Baby, of course we can.” Cassian assured you. “We’ll try as many times as it takes.” The worry on your face washed away.

“I love you, Kassa. Only you,” you said. Cassian smiled softly.

“I know you do. I shouldn’t get jealous,” he said. You kissed Cassian softly.

“I don’t mind,” you told him with a smirk. “As long as this is how you react.”

[misshoneyimhome]

The Second Time - Summer Nights

Better in Time

[Prologue;] [Chapter 1]

Summary: After graduating from high school, you host a celebration with your family and friends, and during this gathering, you find the perfect moment to ask Freddie for something important;

Tags; young-adult!Freddie; Second time; Freddie x reader; Better in Time

Warnings; Smut (18+); protected sex (p in v); oral sex (m receiving); 

Fun Fact: In Denmark, when you graduate from high-school, you receive a hat (let’s leave out the explanation of colours and banners, cause that’s too long), and inside the hat there’s a sweat band in which you cut different symbols into; for a quick explanation of the graduation hat traditions got to the bottom;

Author's Note: We're diving into the next phase of our friend/lover scenario with a bit of a time jump; I hope you continue to enjoy the journey!;

Word count: 2.2K

Summer loving had me a blast Summer loving happened so fast I met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be

**

June 2011

Over three years had passed since that memorable night when you and Freddie took your friendship to a deeper level, and life had carved its unique paths for each of you during that time. Freddie's passion for hockey had taken him on a remarkable journey, when he in 2010, had come tantalisingly close to being drafted into the NHL, a dream that had seemed within his grasp. However, destiny had different plans, and he remained in Denmark. Following this summer, he'd instead made plans on a momentous move to Göteborg in Sweden, which was also a significant step in his burgeoning career.

In the same time span, you had navigated through the tumultuous years of high school, studying subjects close to your heart – history, languages, and the arts. And now, it was time to celebrate your graduation, as you and your family had gathered close friends and loved ones for a joyous celebration.

The garden was adorned with decorations, a pavilion providing shelter from the warm June sun, and a long table adorned with delicious food and drinks. Your father had proudly assumed the role of the day's BBQ master, with your brother eagerly assisting. After all, it was Tom’s graduation too, and though you had attended the same high school, you had followed different paths. He was the athletic, football enthusiast, while you had immersed yourself in the world of academia and creativity.

The party buzzed with life, a vibrant mix of laughter, music, and animated conversations, and amidst the festivities, you and Freddie found yourselves drawn to each other, your connection as strong as ever. Despite the physical distance that had separated you for several years, it felt like no time had passed at all. You rekindled your friendship, sharing tales of your respective journeys, laughing, and weaving memories into the warm summer air.

As the night wore on, and most of the guests had departed, only a select few remained – your brother Tom and his friends, your father, Freddie's parents and siblings, and a couple more close friends. You and Freddie settled into a garden lounge furniture, sipping beers, and continuing your conversation.

However, there was something you needed to share, something that had been lingering in your mind throughout the evening, and with gentle deliberation, you leaned closer, your voice soft and tender as you whispered into Freddie's ear, "Can I show you something... in my bedroom?"

A smile danced upon Freddie's lips, his eyes filled with a mix of intrigues and anticipation. He nodded, and together, you ventured to your bedroom, driven by a curiosity that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long.

After gently closing the door behind you, Freddie took a seat on your bed, facing you, and your lips pressed together lightly, hesitation lingering as you struggled to find the right words. But a growing desire urged you to speak your mind.

"So," Freddie began, breaking the silence, his honey-glazed eyes locking onto yours, an almost innocent smile gracing his sweet ginger face. ”What did you want to show me?” 

"Actually," you started softly, your voice quivering as you uttered the words, "it's not something I want to show you... it's more something I'd like to do."

Freddie's expression shifted, a spark of understanding flickering in his gaze as he caught on to your intention.

"You mean..." he inquired; his curiosity evident.

You responded with a gentle nod, your lower lip lightly caught between your teeth, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I want to cut a lightning bolt in my cap," you playfully revealed, taking a small step closer to the large figure seated on your bed.

His breathing began to deepen, your name escaping his lips, as he sought clarification. "You're sure?"

Once again, you nodded, your head moving with an air of confidence. "Let's just simply call it one friend assisting another?"

Freddie’s smile grew wider, as you gently came to straddle him on the bed, your hands snaking around his neck, and slowly closed the gap between you, connecting your lips.

The kiss started off soft and gentle, your lips moving together, breaths stolen in the sweet exchange.

Freddie's lips felt so familiar, you'd almost forgotten how darn good they felt, and how much you'd missed the easy comfort that came with being around him.

Sure, you’d spend time with other boys since you lost your virginity to Freddie. You’d even date two guys during your time in high school. But they’d been nothing compared to him. They were funny and sweet, but it mostly just felt like good company. The sex had been just fine, and you’d explored areas to gain more experience and find out your likes and dislikes. 

But this was still something else. You didn’t need to pretend to be someone else, or act in different way. With Freddie you could simply relax, and ease into his touch. And so, you did.

His hands came around your body, to gently cup and squeeze your ass, as you’re your tongue smoothly entered his mouth, and he greeted you with eagerness. Your hands travelled to his fiery red hair, tucking it lightly, which earned soft moans from Freddie. 

“Lay down,” a seductive whisper escaped your lips, your eyes locking intensely with Freddie’s. And he did as you told. Slowly he moved up your bed, resting his body on your duvet and placed his head on the pillow. 

“You’re sure you want to do this with our families just outside?” he asked with a cheeky grin across his face. 

You returned his playful smile and simply nodded. “I’m sure,” you offered a wink. “Besides, Tom will probably make sure no one will disturb us.” Your voice was soft and almost husky, as you moved your hands slowly up Freddie’s legs and came to the hem of his trousers. 

“I’m supposed to rely on your brother to stand watch as I have sex with his sister?” he raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, as you started kissing his skin just above the fabric. 

You simply hummed in response before lifting your gaze to meet Freddie's stern look. "Don't worry," you assured, "he already knows, and the fact that he hasn't killed you yet suggests he's okay with it."

Freddie accepted your response and leaned back, relaxing his head.

Skilfully, you unbuttoned his trousers, zipped them open, and lightly pulled them down with a little help from Freddie, so you could tuck them all the way off. You then returned to kiss him, though this time you’ve moved to his inner thighs, causing a few soft moans from the man beneath your touch. 

His look intensified, as you moved to kiss his length through the fabric of his boxers, and you could see and feel how it gradually became harder with every touch of your lips. And with a confident smirk, you then tucked your fingers under the hem of the boxers, and dragged them down as well, releasing Freddie’s cock. 

Tender moans came from the ginger as his sensitive member was met with cold air, but they only grew louder, when you then came to embrace it with your warm mouth. 

“Oh fuck.” Freddie’s voice was husky and almost trembling, as you took him down further and hollowed your cheeks around him. And you knew you had to hush him, as there was still a risk of someone overhearing.

As you bopped your head, covering his cock with saliva, and stroking the part your mouth couldn’t reach with a gentle hand, Freddie’s breathing became heavier and more incoherent. You could the muscles in his thighs flexing, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, if you kept going. And having the need of also feeling him inside of you, you released your mouth of him with a soft ‘pop’.

As the cold air once again met his sensitive skin, he let out a big sigh, calming down as he had been so close to a release. Not that he really minded all that much. He wanted to feel himself inside of you as well. And a smile adorned his face, as you made your way off the bed, and took off your summer dress, without losing the cap on your head.  You then discarded your fine lacy underwear, before you went the nightstand and took out a condom. 

Freddie’s hand gently reached out to take the small package from you, and as he ribbed the foil package open and wrapped up his member, you gently came back onto the bed, and once again straddled him. After letting out a few breaths, while stroking his cock gently, you moved to rub your folds along the length, earning a few soft moans from you both. You then sat comfortable on your knees, lined up the tip with your entrance, and slowly lowered yourself onto him, your tight walls embracing his cock. 

The room was filled with your harmonising moans, as you both were unable to contain the sounds completely. And with satisfied smiles, you then smoothly started to roll your hips, supporting yourself onto Freddie’s pale chest. 

Your movements were gentle and slow at first, but as Freddie came to meet his hips with yours in a synchronised movement, you increased your speed. 

Breaths were heavy, as you dug your nails into his skin, and his hands came to support your hips, gently supporting you. You cursed under your breaths, as you felt his cock keep hitting a very sensitive spot inside of you, and you almost had to shut your eyes close, as the feeling of your release came closer. 

Freddie then came to sit up, only causing you to moan out louder as his cock twitched inside you, and he grabbed a hold of your body to support you.

Your lips clashed onto each other for a quick sloppy kiss, as you kept rolling your hips. His hands remained on your hips, your head falling into the crook of his neck, as your nails duck into his shoulders. 

“Freddie…” you breathed into his skin. 

“Me too,” he coaxed gently into your hair, “Come with me.”

Muttering your name in a hot, heavy breath, Freddie pressed his fingers deep into your body as he rocked his hips in what would be the final blow that would draw you to your orgasm. He held you tight as you quivered and came around his cock, the pressure brought by your pleasure brought him his own.

Without exchanging any words, you both slowed your breathing, holding each other tightly, and allowing yourselves to come out of the euphoria. With warm smiles, you turned to look at Freddie, and your foreheads met, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection you had just shared. His presence was a balm for your soul, a comforting familiarity that you had missed dearly.

"So," he softly spoke, his voice filled with a warm affection, "let's cut that lightning bolt into your hat."

You shared a few chuckles, as you gently moved off his cock, and went to your desk to collect a pair of scissors, meanwhile Freddie took the time to discard the condom into a nearby bin. Seated closely together on your bed, you delicately snipped a tiny lightning bolt into the fabric just beside the square on the inside of the cap.

A smile of contentment adorned your face as you completed the cut, a symbol of the perfect moment you had shared with Freddie once again. To you, this wasn't just a foolish gesture; it was a cherished memory created with your oldest and dearest friend. Someone you had missed profoundly, and whose presence in your life felt more fleeting with each passing day.

You exchanged meaningful glances, and then you carefully returned the scissors to their place before donning the hat. It was a subtle reminder of the unique bond you and Freddie shared.

"Perhaps we should head back to the party?" you suggested, your voice tinged with a hint of shyness. And with a nod from Freddie, you both began to dress, ensuring you looked presentable to re-join the festivities.

2012

The following year brought about a noticeable shift in the dynamics of your friendship with Freddie. Despite him not being too far away in Sweden, the physical distance began to weigh heavily on your connection. This was compounded by the fact that you were both entering the real world, focusing on your respective studies and the uncertainties of life ahead.

Then came the pivotal moment in Freddie's life when he received the call, he had long awaited. He had been drafted to the Anaheim Ducks, a monumental milestone in his hockey career, which was nothing, but a dream realised, the culmination of years of relentless hard work and unwavering dedication. The prospect of playing in the NHL was exhilarating yet came with its own set of challenges. But Freddie was undaunted and ready to embrace this new chapter, knowing that his journey was only just beginning.

Amidst the excitement of Freddie's achievement, a small part of you couldn't help but acknowledge the impending void that would be left by your best friend's absence. And this time, the distance felt even more daunting. However, as a true friend, you masked your own emotions and showered him with nothing but love, affection, and unwavering support for his remarkable accomplishment in his career.

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A quick explanation of the graduation hat traditions

Largest and smallest hat measures give beers to the class

The last exam grade is written in the gold logo in the front of the hat

The significant other writes their name in the gold logo in the front

A triangle is cut into the hat's sweatband if you watch the sunrise after a party

Naughty agreements are written on the inside of the sweatband

If you score 12 (top grade) in the last exam subject, you must run after the student bus/truck to the first stop

One's best friend must bite the shadow as a sign of eternal friendship

A square is cut into the sweatband if you drink 30 beers (or other alcoholic beverages of 0,33 cl) within 24 hours

A wave sign must be cut in the hat's sweatband if you bathe wearing only the hat (skinny dipping)

A lightning bolt must be cut in the hat’s sweatband if you spend intimate time with someone wearing the hat

The student cap must be turned upside down so that the shade sits on the neck when you have been awake for 24 hours in a row