star-mum · 1 year ago
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i have been stressed, overwhelmed and always exhausted for days, if not weeks, on end.
So, I dont really care if not wanting to spend money and time I dont have to go fucking bOWLING 7:30 PM THE WEEKEND BEFORE A SEMINAR PRESENTATION MAKES ME A SHITTY FRIEND
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cupidjyu · 2 years ago
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Hello!! I read some of your works and really loved it🥺💗 I wanted to know if the requests were open..if yes can you pls write something on the lines of being stressed about studying and sunwoo helping the reader with revsing🤭
late night studying
sunwoo x reader + request
genre: gentle sunwoo!!!!!!! lap sitting (guys i have an obsession ...), cuddles, kisses, overall very fluffy and cozy! notes: the way i can literally relate with this whole studying stressed thing like ... anyways, that's crazy i posted so much these past few days LSKDFJ i hope you like this, anon!!!!! word count: 0.7k
you yawned, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. your eyes blinked blearily at the screen in front of you. there sitting on the surface, was your computer, brightly displaying the notes you had taken throughout the course. and next to the computer, scattered on the desk, were notebooks and books that you couldn’t even remember the title of. 
your exam was soon but it was hard to focus with how exhausted your body felt. 
you grumbled to yourself, trying to snap out of it.
but that was when you heard the rustle of blankets behind you. you turned around and there he was, sunwoo, your beloved boyfriend, sitting up on the bed. he was dressed in his usual comfy hoodie and sweats, his hair tousled as he was cutely rubbing at his eyes.
he looked sleepy. you glanced at the time; it was 12:59 am, about to hit 1. 
“ah…” you whispered, looking slightly guilty. “did i wake you?”
he didn’t answer. instead, he looked at you worriedly, “why’re you still studying?”
you sighed, shaking your head, “i have to know this stuff for the exam,” you explained. “the grade is important to me.”
he frowned, his puffy lips pulling into the most adorable pout, you almost smiled at the sight. but then you paused when he got up from the bed. 
you looked at him bewildered, “what are you- woo, go back to sleep.”
he didn’t listen, instead, he kneeled down so that he was looking up at you from where you were sitting on the desk chair. he brought a gentle hand to your face and caressed your cheek softly, his eyes concerned and big.
“no, im here to help… always,” he replied, quietly. and so he led you to stand up. you watched, confused, as he sat in the chair. but you had to admit, he looked extremely cuddly at that moment. you really wanted to hug him.
and it seems that he could read your mind because you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you froze as he brought you to sit in his lap.
“sunwoo-” you stared back at him with wide eyes.
but he interrupted you before you could get another word in. 
“so where were you?”
you were silent, trying to process the situation. but finally, you pointed at the bottom of the screen in which he peeked over your shoulder to read the words.
“okay,” he said, voice soft and soothing.
and just as he said he would, he helped you. he tested you on each of the points, reading them out slowly enough so that you could comprehend. and whenever you got them right, he would softly pat your head and place a long kiss on your cheek, making you blush. 
“aren’t you smart?”
“stop,” you brought your hand to your face to hide your flustered self. 
he only chuckled at your actions, squeezing tighter. and yes, his other arm, never left your waist, as it stayed wrapped around you and held you securely.
“correct!” another question right.
“i knew that one,” you replied proudly, smiling to yourself.
“cute,” he simply mumbled.
“what?” you looked at him.
“what?” he looked back with wide eyes, his face turning a bright red.
but after a while, suddenly, you started to feel incredibly drowsy. you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your mouth kept opening in a yawn. 
sunwoo noticed as he looked at you with soft eyes, “you studied enough, i believe.”
he kissed your cheek again, slightly shifting so that you were more comfortable in his lap.
“just a few more, okay?” he said. and then he hurriedly went through the last points, trying his best to get you to focus for just a bit more, still whispering small words of reassurance in your ear, making you shiver.
when he finally deemed that studying was enough, he picked you up. you let out a tired noise as you immediately latched onto his body as he carried you over to the bed. your eyes felt heavy and so did your body. but you immediately felt lighter when you felt him climb into the sheets with you.
it was quiet until you heard his deep voice ring through the calm night.
“proud of you.”
you could only hum in response. he left a kiss on your forehead, smiling against your skin as he pulled you close to his chest. you snuggled closer, breathing his usual body wash you loved so much.
“thank you, sunwoo,” you whispered into his hoodie. “love you.”
he giggled, hugging you tighter, “love you too.”
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Please would you write Simon going down on the reader from your series <3 <3 please I love your writing so much!!!
Anon, I am SO sorry that you had to wait LITERALLY 3 MONTHS for this, but I hope you like it!
PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 
WARNINGS: somnophilia, pussy-drunk Simon, no plot, 18+ only
LENGTH: 1.2k
(More Situationship Simon here.)
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You’re dreaming.  
You have to be, because you feel good, something’s making you feel so good, your core feels so warm and wet and you’re floating in that strange lucidity of being aware of your surroundings but missing their context.  
You try to dissociate, try to fall back asleep so you can continue swimming in the feeling until you hear a groan, deep and pained.  You know that sound, you’ve heard it before, where have you heard it before—
“Wake up for me, love.”
The voice is deep and muffled, and carries a distant, dream-like quality to it.  But it’s quiet for a few moments after and you think maybe you’ve just imagined it.   You’re warm and safe and cosy, there’s a familiar and comforting weight on your thighs, and the edges of your thoughts start to slowly trail off again.  
But then you feel a sharp nip on the inside of your thigh—it’s like being jolted awake and your eyes fly open.  Waking up is so sudden that you’re not at all prepared for what you’re seeing, and it takes your brain a second to realise what’s happening right now.
Simon’s on his knees on the floor in front of you.  That’s not the bit that surprises you.  What does take your exhausted brain a second to compute is that your body is at the edge of your bed, your legs spread wide-eagle.  His mask is pushed up to the bridge of his nose, and his hands are on your thighs, holding them open for his busy mouth.  
Oh fuck.  You briefly wonder how long he’s been giving you this particular brand of his attention and even as you watch him, he lifts your legs gently and brings them to sit over each of his shoulders, scooting his body slightly closer to you. 
One arm disappears under the bed, and you can hear him, fuck you can hear him stroking himself.  His arm moves quickly, and the graceless movement of his hand creates a sound that is wet and sloppy and if you hadn’t completely melted on to the covers underneath you before, you’re pretty sure all that’s left of you is a puddle now. 
“There she is,” he mumbles, and you finally drag your eyes up to meet his.  He watches you with dark eyes and you wonder what he’ll say next, except his mouth is preoccupied on account of trying to change your life with the way he’s eating you.   
How can something he’s done for you a dozen times before feel just as thrilling, just as good as that mind-bending first time?  For one, you think, Simon’s enthusiasm never falters—he knows what makes you feel good, he knows how to bring you to that edge and push you into freefall—and he only proves this when a flick to your clit makes your back arch off of the bed.   You can still hear him touching himself, and your inability to see him only makes you more desperate to reach that blessed end.
But no, you can’t, you won’t let yourself come yet.   You let your eyes drift to the ceiling, struggling to even think anymore as Simon continues to move his mouth, wet and purposeful against your soaking cunt.  His tongue runs up and down your slit, once, then twice, and you swear you can see stars on your ceiling that certainly aren’t there.
“Fuck,” you whimper against your hand, while the other goes straight down to his jaw, pulling him closer into you, shifting your hips so that Simon’s hot mouth never leaves you for a second.  He’s moaning quietly into you, one arm wrapped tight against your thigh.  Just the image of him eating you out while you’d been asleep, on his knees for you, has you whimpering.  Your fingers root harder into his jaw—gentle, always, but firm—and you use the leverage to grind your pussy into his mouth, inadvertently tugging him forward.
Presumably, he likes it.  He seems to like it so much that he seems to forget that he was close to the edge himself, and a single hand comes up to rest casually by the bed while he licks you.  “Please,” you whisper, your own hand grasping his tight.  “F-fuck, please, Simon.”           
He complies immediately, a finger sliding deep inside you, curling instantly.  The gasp that leaves you is loud and desperate, and his mouth latches to your clit again.  The finger inside you is quickly joined by another, and—
“More, please, I can take more.”  You can tell your words are slurred and barely intelligible, but Simon seems to get the message.   It’s only a few moments before a third finger is inside you, and this time, your moan is long and drawn out.     
But it seems Simon’s getting as much from this as you are.  He moves his face away—your whine of protest is quickly shushed—and all he does is watch his fingers move in and out of your cunt.  His eyes are wide and glazed over and he looks up at you quickly, before bringing his attention back to his fingers inside you.
“Wish you could see, sweet girl.  Take m’fingers so well, love.  S’like this cunt was made for me,” he whispers, and the filthy words have you clenching on his fingers, poetically proving him correct.  But even Simon doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, because his mouth is back on your cunt with renewed vigour, and you try to spread your legs even wider to keep him there.  Each point of contact between his tongue and lips and your swollen clit sends a jolt of pure pleasure through you, and you’re ready to come for him, so fucking ready.
It’s almost as though the man reads your thoughts, because Simon’s lips wrap around your clit and suck lightly.  You slap a hand over your mouth as he kisses it, his tongue lapping and dancing slow and sure over the swollen nub.  You’re biting your lower lip so hard you’re sure you’ve drawn blood.  A light huff of air is placed directly on your clit and you feel like your spine’s about to snap from how tightly it’s locked.  No matter how hard you try to be quiet—why are you?—a small oh fuck leaves you anyway. 
You grind your pussy into his face as wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure leaks down your spine and it has to be hours that you must stay in the throes of your pleasure, because your spine aches with how taut it is.
When you finally come to, Simon’s fingers are making small, comforting circles on your belly while he places soft, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh.  The inside of your thigh where you can feel how wet you are because you’ve made a mess of yourself for this man.  If you were capable of higher thought right now, you imagine embarrassment would be foremost.
But Simon makes you forget all about it in an instant though, when, even through the mask, you see his smile in the crinkle of his eyes.  
“Mornin’ love,” he whispers, seemingly as eager as you not to break the silence of the moment, and if you didn’t know how you felt for him before, you’re certain you do now.
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sterlingarcher23 · 7 months ago
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It's a cover-up.
ElMax and it's secret has been covered up literally. Like Hopper proceeds to...
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... cover the owl.
You see the horse only for a moment and they use Mike but more importantly...
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... Will Byers (his arm) as a literal cover up.
And distraction especially in regards to the "heart". Or blue and yellow even though it's directly in front of us (like their secret too). Hiding them holding hands with other characters.
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Like literally covering them holding hands with this Back to the Future Lametta foil stuff...
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Blue and Yellow is not a Byler-exclusive color combination and with Lucas as the connection to it it's obviously the blue hair tie/bracelet and yellow watch. Yet large parts of the fandom are focused on something else and you could say: by design. Hyping up and shifting the focus through the Duffers themselves on one thing. These guys like to mix truths, half-truths and blatant lies - some can directly be identified as such as they are at odds with other statements example "making character arcs early on"≠ "changing Max's fate from dying permanently to now coma" doesn't, um, compute and would change several other arcs and the story as a whole (yet people fall for that !! ). Anyways: only trust them to a certain degree.
The coma and therefore waking is an integral part of the plot because they literally linked ElMax with their hearts and with Max inside the heart shaped exit it's obvious that they are shifting of someone being the heart of the party to someone else (actually, El herself misinterprets her own feelings for Max as feelings for Mike and we can see that when we overlay Robin's coming out speech with El seeing Max for the first time...) . Because someone will be gone, sleeping over and wake up as a "corpse'.
Sorry if this sounds like a rant but certain things are not given the attention they deserve. Just saying.
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flyonthewallmedstudent · 10 months ago
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In what finding your passion looks like in medicine. maybe.
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I work in IM.
Where most of the time it's a desk job. 80% of my patients can't realy communicate. My notes are often, "pleasantly confused" or agitated.
Plans are "collateral history" which means, call their fam on a phone. At my desk. then taking notes on a computer. ordering labs. ordering imaging. making a referral also consists of logging it in a computer, then making a phone call.
I enjoy my job, but it never makes for great television. There is literally a reality show being filmed in my hospital. And they're never interested in filming anything my dept does. I mean, I wouldn't watch what I do on television. My medical students I'm sure are confused by this job. The new ones anyway. Most of the job is sitting at a computer and looking at numbers. Unless they're really sick, in which case that becomes a code or a terrible conversation with families.
When I try do regular people stuff, like taking calls from I don't know, someone trying to sell me something or offer a service, while I'm at a code, in resus or giving a family bad news. I literally don't know what to say sometimes. The other side will ask, is this a bad time almost out of courtesy - and literally it is a terrible time. So, no I cannot actually carry on a 30 second conversation about an upgrade to my mobile plan while my patient is dying and the fam are here. I know they're doing a job. Not like they realize how extreme my job can be. It becomes a very surreal moment in my life. Or worse, I can't really tell my kids at the age they are, why I'm late to pick them up because literally someone's dying.
In the reverse situation. My junior coworkers freak out about waking up family in the middle of the night sometimes for their patients. I have to tell them, this is a 'new' normal, when your loved one is in hospital you'll want that middle of the night update no matter what, just call and wake them. We work in an abnormal situation all the time.
So when it's bad it's bad. When it's mundane, it's really mundane.
Anyway. Watching youtube/netflix on what the average person makes on the job etc. and what they do. I.e. on Mr Beast, an archeologist makes 100k a year to look at bones outside (sounds amazing by the way).
I think about what I make.
Actually most days I don't even think about it. I go to work. it's busy. Shit happens. It's an adrenaline rush. I go home to my kids, it's busy. After it all winds down I'm vegging in front of youtube again.
what's in a job anyway. if it's about the money, clearly i picked the wrong direction multiple times. I don't know how to describe the intensity of it sometimes.
The time I've left to myself is really used to relax after the highs and lows of work and life with kids.
Or worse. Time left is used to try to forget some of the intense moments that happen. Whether a bad outcome or a conflict with someone at work. Or not getting to the meaningful diagnosis or management issue in time, IM is a constant puzzle and some cases are challenging (these moments make you feel dumb and perpetuates imposter syndrome). It's a lot to take it. In some ways, "you get used to it." Which is the most over used phrase ever. How to to normalize things over time. Other times it's working on getting past it
It's pretty consuming job. When you enjoy something and it gives you meaning. Most of the time anyway. Slowing down to find balance is the hard part. We're not built to be machines that just go to work. You can make a lot of money in medicine if you tried, but you won't have energy or time to spend it. People go big when it comes to vacations now or honeymoons if they can take it. Because sometimes all you can do is take the day off to attend your own wedding. For parents who are not the primary caregiver, often all you get is 1-2 weeks off. Is it really worth any money? lol what's the value. I know a cardiologist who works too much cause they have 4 kids and childcare is expensive. But they love that job.
Is it a job? or a strange addiction.
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ajwinter-is-a-nerd · 2 years ago
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Le Chat et le Serpent - Chapter 31
Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.
Chapter Summary:
Adrien wakes up confused, him and Alya bond.
Chapter 31: Death Drive
“Adrien?” James’ voice echoed through his room, followed by another knock.
“What?” Adrien’s half-asleep word was miles from eloquent. 
“Should I cancel your appointments for the day?” His voice cracked, intimidated by the fact that he had to wake up the corporate head. 
Adrien rolled to his back, his hand falling towards an empty bed. The flashing lights seeped through his memories. 
“Um, that’s probably a good idea.” Adrien rubbed his face in an attempt to comprehend his current situation. The maroon blood on his hand scratched against the scales on his face. 
What the fuck happened? Where did Luka go?
“I can do that sir… um… your superhero friend said she won’t wait though.” James nervously turned to Rena, who was tapping her foot impetuously. 
Fuck. I forgot about the footage. “Come on in, Rena.” Adrien didn’t have the energy to rebuff her presence. 
James gave a slight nod to Rena as he attempted to awkwardly walk around her. It was not that she was in his path, but that he had not grown accustomed to the presence of people with such power.
“Shoo!” Rena did not have the patience to square dance with an awestruck boy. 
It wasn’t until Rena had walked through the threshold of the door that Adrien realised he should have asked for a minute to prepare himself. He resembled a Vincent Castiglia piece of art, a monstrous depiction of beauty painted by blood. 
“Sorry, I didn’t get all the footage.” Adrien stepped towards his computer. “I found some of Felix and Lila, but-,” Rena broke his words by pulling him into a hug. 
“We are so worried about you. What happened? They said that you found your mom?” She took a moment to inspect his clothing. “Did you kill her?” 
“Let me clean up, Plagg can fill you in.” Or at least, Adrien hoped he could. Adrien was selecting clothes as Plagg floated towards Rena. Knowing that Plagg would not appreciate being the messenger, Adrien called out to him, “Sorry, here!” He lobbed a piece of cheese in the Kwami’s direction. 
“There better be more if you’re expecting me to tell her the whole thing!” Plagg snipped before taking a bite of his cheese.
Now on the other side of the bathroom door, Adrien’s voice was muffled as he replied. “Already ordered a whole new wheel.” 
“Adrien!” 
“Fine, I’ll order two!” 
Pleased, Plagg shifted his attention to Rena, but purposefully spoke loud enough for Adrien to hear. “Have you ever seen a horror movie where you’re like, ‘no, don’t do that! That’s literally the stupidest thing you can do’?” 
Amused at the start of the story, Rena chuckled and nodded her head. 
“Well that was basically the ENTIRE night.” 
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Adrien rested his head against the wall as the cherry red water spun around the drain. He continued to grapple with his memory of the night. The last 14 hours felt intangible, like a fever dream that he couldn’t wake from. 
He caressed his raw and swollen wrists. The memory of his own voice screaming was intangibly quiet. Was he fighting Luka? The paramedics? 
Where was Luka for all of this? He felt a slight residual rush of anger towards him. Luka was sitting petrified on the front step with… with one barefoot. Was Luka afraid of him? Did he hurt Luka? 
Luka heaving over the edge of the walkway flashed within his brain. Alya’s introductory questions helped to fill in the blanks. 
Mom, we found my mom .
At least he had something tangible to grasp on to. His own voice echoed in his head again as he clawed at the memory. 
“You love me don’t you?” 
Fuck, what a stupid thing to say! What was I thinking? Is that what pushed him away? No… he stayed. 
Adrien slinked to the floor, hoping that a foetal position could help illuminate his foggy memories. The start of Plagg’s story hadn’t been fantastic, but right now, Alya probably knows more about what happened than he did. 
“Go home Luka. If I can’t trust you, I don’t want you here.” 
The fated words rang through his head. 
No, I couldn’t have said that. Luka always supports me. He would never intentionally hurt me… why would I say that? It can’t be true. 
If it wasn’t true, he would be here. 
The reality of his actions collided into his chest. He hoped the shower was loud enough to mask his panic attack induced nausea. 
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“Good timing.” Alya sat on the piano bench as Adrien emerged from the bathroom. The towel he used to dry himself had speckles of bright red, highlighting the pieces he missed. 
“Yeah, we just got to the end where you told Luka to fuck off.” Plagg spat towards Adrien, clearly unimpressed with how the situation was approached. 
“So that really did happen.” Adrien sighed as he buttoned up his shirt. 
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t imagine the footage would ever-,” 
“Lead me to an underground secret room with my mother’s rotted corpse within it? Yeah, me neither.” Adrien’s intent had been to lighten the mood, but his resentment towards the situation sliced through. 
“Exactly. I’m sure everyone will understand if you need time or anything.” Alya wanted to alleviate him of at least some stress. 
“My dad was Papillion.” Adrien slid the last button through its hole.
Alya swung her head. “What?” 
“Gabriel Agreste was Papillion. The same villain that attacked us for years.” He rolled up his sleeves. 
“When did you know?” Alya reeled backwards through her memory, thinking of every moment that could relate to the discovery. 
“When he almost killed me.” He buttoned his rolled cuffs. 
Alya blinked heavily at the reminder of Adrien’s body clinging to life on the night of the battle. “Adrien… I… I don’t know what to say.” 
Adrien grabbed the extra jar of gel he had off his shelf. “Felix gave him all the jewels. And then disappeared.” 
Trixx was just as shocked as Alya, they mirrored each other with their jaws frozen open. 
“And the videos show that. They show all of that. Want to see me almost die? I can find that too.” He rubbed the gel within his fingers. 
“Adrien, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Alya startled herself by pushing her hand against the keys of the piano. 
“Everyone needed to know everything about my life when they suspected Felix. How do you think the team would react if I told them dear old dad was our baddie for the last few years and I had no idea?” Adrien quaffed his hair. 
“They’d think you were in on it. That you knew all along.” The truth of the situation bit into Alya. 
“Exactly.” Adrien worked on the minute details of the hairs that lingered around his face. 
“What are you going to do?” Alya couldn’t grasp a solution. 
“Right now, I’m going to look at houses. This place is fucking haunted.” He glared at his reflection, disgusted with the eyes that peered back at him. 
“No, Adrien, we have to figure this out!” Alya jumped to grab his arm. 
“I’ve been working on finding a solution ever since the day I found out my dad shot himself. No matter what, I’m living on borrowed time.” Adrien picked up his jacket.
“What do you mean?” Alya jogged to keep up with him. “Trixx, let’s pounce!” 
“Either everyone finds out that Gabriel was Papillion and finds blame in me, or my medical mystery of nosebleeds will kill me. No matter what, it’s not looking up for me.” Adrien paused at the door to open his jacket for Plagg. 
“No, there must be another way!” Rena paced with him as he headed down the hall. 
His ten am meeting was standing in the lobby, confused at the bustle. “Mr. Agreste, we were just told that-,” 
“Didn’t you see the news? He’s off today.” Rena interrupted them, acutely aware that Adrien had no intention of acknowledging them. 
The man continued stammering as they marched past him. 
“Adrien!” Rena shouted as he stepped into the elevator. 
Adrien did not respond, but held the door open for her. 
Frustrated, she followed. “There has to be another way, why are you so focused on running out of time? And what is this medical mystery? You are just dumping so much information on me right now.” 
“You should detransform. It would make more sense if Alya came to a real estate office with me than Rena.” Adrien watched the floors switch at the top of the elevator. 
“You’re killing me man. Let me at least help you.” Alya switched back to jogging, no longer having the power to easily match Adrien’s rushed pace. 
“You are helping me. I could use another opinion on a place.” The tires screeched as Adrien ripped out of his parking spot. 
“Okay, you said -ah!” Alya braced herself on the dashboard at Adrien’s erratic driving. “Jesus! Okay. You said that you have nosebleeds that are going to kill you… do you just have really sensitive skin? Is it going to kill your image ?” 
“Not quite.” Adrien continuously shifted from third to fourth gear as he weaved through traffic.
“Was it a nosebleed that caused the murder scene in your room today?” Alya was adjusting to the daredevil drive she was a passenger to. 
“Yep.” Adrien’s vague passive answers were going to be the death of Alya.
“How do you know it’s a medical mystery? It may be indicative of something in your brain.” Alya pulled out her phone to begin a basic Google search. 
“You won’t find anything online. The doctors can’t do anything. I’ve had every medical exam possible, short of cutting my head open, to look into the cause.” The car jolted as they came to a sudden stop. 
They hadn’t even stepped out of the car before excitement was brewing outside. Adrien Agreste was out in public, doing seemingly mundane things, we must know what is happening! 
Alya grimaced at the wave of people that surrounded them as they walked towards the office. Adrien’s gait was steady, as if the people surrounding them didn’t exist. 
“So,” Alya whispered once they were in the building. “You’ve had them for how long?” 
“On and off since I was about eight.” Adrien leaned onto the administration’s desk. “Hello, I am looking to purchase an apartment.” 
A realtor was leaning over the administrators shoulder as they were fixed on the computer screen before them, completely unaware of who stood before them. “Did you make an appointment, sir?” 
“Nope.” Adrien responded with keen confidence. 
“This is a very busy business we do not-,” before the realtor had a chance to finish, an eager new employee squeaked from her cubicle. 
“I’m free!” She waved her hand over the top of the divider. 
“Perfect, I’ll go talk to her.” Adrien strummed his fingers along the desk as he glided towards the cubicle that homed the waving hand. 
Marie was in the process of brushing the donut dust off of her black pencil skirt as Adrien stepped towards her. She nearly choked when she saw the client she had agreed to take on. 
“Sir! You can’t just walk back here!” The administrator stormed forward, obviously not used to walking fast in heels. 
“What’s your name?” Adrien ignored the woman whose steps were growing louder behind him. 
“Marie Belliant, sir.” Her hands were frozen on her legs, never having completed her dusting. 
Adrien spun around to face the huffing woman, with Alya lingering in the background by the front desk. The administrator nearly broke the heel off her shoe when she saw who she had been running after. “Oh my god, Mr. Agreste! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise it was you! I can get you an appointment sorted out right away.” 
The realtor at the front desk perked at the Agreste name and came sprinting forward. “I’ll take you sir, I have years of experience. I’ll make sure you’re in the best hands.” He lifted his hand out to shake. 
Adrien read his name tag. “Sebastian, nice to meet you.” He kindly took the man’s hand. “But I already have a realtor.” 
Adrien turned to Marie, who had finished her dusting, assuming that her potential client had been poached. 
“No, you don’t want her, she’s not as expertised.” Sebastian cringed at Marie. 
Alya, now confident in her freedom to walk towards the scene, pitched in. “Bro, I think he already made his decision. Too bad you didn’t see him first, hey?” 
Adrien grinned at Alya’s contribution. “Come on, let’s pick a few.” He waved Alya over. 
“Oh!” Marie jumped, realising that it was her turn to speak. “You said apartment, anything in specific, do you have a price in mind?” 
Sebastian scoffed at the ‘rookie questions’.
“Thanks for your help, Sebastian.” Alya patted the insecure man’s bicep. “But I think we’ve got it from here.” 
Adrien smirked in approval at Alya’s dismissal. “I want something with a view of the harbour and open concept. Basically a wall of windows. No price limit.” 
Only Alya was able to see the droop in Sebastian at the last remark. 
Marie began typing as to search through possible apartments. 
Alya whispered into Adrien’s ear. “Can we look at some crazy houses? Just for fun? I’ve always wanted to do that!” 
Adrien glanced towards the screen of possible condos. There were a few that seemed to fit the bill. “Let’s look at these three.” He pointed towards the screen. “And could you also show us three of your favourite houses? Whatever you think is the most ballistically insane!” 
“Of course! I’ll print out my favourite first and then find something from there.” Marie was giddy to have a chance to walk through the most elite real estate. Normally, it was only the men at the top that even got to set foot within those houses. 
“Do you drive or?” Adrien asked as she printed out the listings. 
“It’s our policy that I drive a company vehicle, would you like a lift?” She tapped the papers on her desk. 
“No, that’s quite fine, we will meet you there. Let’s start with your third favourite property.” Adrien held out his hand for the appropriate print out. 
Marie fluttered through the papers to find the correct one. “Here you are. I will be right behind you.” 
“I doubt that.” Alya snorted, only slightly rattled that her words had actually been spoken out loud. 
Beaming at her reaction, Adrien shifted his attention to Marie. “Do you like coffee? I’ll pick you something up on the way.” 
Marie stammered, it wasn’t often that clients were so accommodating, especially one of Adrien’s stature. “Um yeah, I’d - uh- I would love a caramel macchiato.” 
“Perfect. See you soon.” 
Adrien spun his car keys as they waded through the crowd of people once again. 
“That was amazing!” Alya shrieked as Adrien revved the engine. 
“People treat you differently when they know you have money. I’d rather deal with someone who would greet me even if I made minimum wage.” Adrien’s head bobbed along with his traffic weaves. 
Alya wanted to ride their euphoric adventure, but she shook herself back to the reason she was sitting in Adrien’s death trap of a vehicle. “You said you had nosebleeds since you were eight, did they recently start up again? Or were you just really good at hiding them in high school?” 
“They got bad again after the battle. It’s strange, they only seem to rear their ugly head when I’m dealing with Luka. It’s something related to stress, I think.” Adrien pulled into the Starbucks drive-thru. 
“Only with Luka? Are you… are you in the closet Adrien?” Alya was confused, never perceiving the male model as heteronormative. 
Adrien clenched his head, thankful for the chance to order. 
Plagg spoke into the ear furthest from Adrien. “In a really weird severe way. Sass and I both believe it’s related to dark magic. Anytime he talks about it he gets headaches or bleeds.” 
Adrien’s headache had nearly dissipated by the time they got their order. Alya clung to the tray as the tires left tracks on the edge of the drive-thru. 
“Why are you convinced you’re going to die, Adrien?” Alya took Plagg’s warning and switched off the topic of Luka. 
“When I was eight, I was hospitalised for it. I don’t remember it at all, but Felix told me. He said I almost died.” Cars honked as Adrien swung through lanes. “The medics yesterday said the same thing. The bleeds are getting heavier and more frequent. I better live my life while I still have it.” 
“Have you seen a specialist since they got bad again? Maybe it’s because of the accident.” Alya suggested as she braced the tray in preparation for the jarring stop. 
“They did a full scan when I had one in the hospital. Found nothing. I’ve already cheated death once, I think it’s just my time.” Adrien stepped out of the car. 
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“Thank-you for the day, Adrien.” Alya’s fingers rested along the inside door handle. “Those places were mind blowing. I think you made the right decision.” 
“Thanks for coming along. If it wasn’t for your interest in checking out some of the bigger real-estate, I would have never found a new base of operations. I think starting with a blank slate is the best idea. No more skeletons in the basement.” His fingers tapped against the steering wheel the entire time he spoke, it was as if he couldn’t refrain from moving. 
“I still think you should have got the one with the pool!” Alya snickered at the idea of an Olympic sized swimming pool as a centrepiece to Agreste Fashion Industries base of operations.
“It probably would help morale, but alas, not quite the architecture required to house our needs.” Adrien feigned heartbreak over the loss of a swimming pool; the hot tub on the deck of his penthouse loft would do quite fine. 
“Are you going to tell the team? About your dad?” Alya had struggled to get any real answers from him all day. A lot of information, but minimal forward momentum. 
“If I live long enough, I’ll tell you then.” Adrien smirked. 
“Stop that. Have you ever seen Nino cry? It’s not cute! And then he starts blowing bubbles and acts like he’s some bleak version of Sherlock Holmes! Don’t do that to me!” 
“I’ll do my best. But, considering the time, he may have already popped out the bubble pipe.” 
Author's Note:
There’s an almost staccato style to Adrien telling Alya the huge issues - this is done very purposefully. Not only is it to symbolise that these traumas are becoming a regular aspect for him, but he’s attempting to repress the negative feelings by being restless, manic even.
For those that are interested in the specifics regarding some of the diagnostic criteria, this is what Adrien has shown us that he has so far: Unsurprisingly, Adrien has been demonstrating a lot of symptoms relating to PTSD, now that he’s both found his mother and nearly died himself in the process he has started portraying more symptoms. At this moment, he currently demonstrates: Nightmares, Dissociative reactions/flashbacks, intense psychological reaction to cues (severe panic attacks), avoidance of external cues (such the need to escape his surroundings by buying a new house), inability to remember specific parts of the event, persistent and exaggerated beliefs or expectations of self, reckless or self-destructive behaviour, inclining beginnings of depersonalization.
He is currently restless, reckless, and scared to stop moving. Because if he does, then he has to deal with the issues waiting at his doormat.
Adrien is more of a “difficult” case because he also has additional mental ailments that will be expanded upon later.
Additionally, I would like to note (especially since it is so often mentioned in fan fictions regarding Adrien), in this story he does not deal with a specific eating disorder. His issues with food are related to other mental health stressors.
Luka’s mental health will be discussed in a later chapter. He’s sought help for a lot longer and has more resources than Adrien in managing his mental health than Adrien does, so it’s not as ‘blatant’. I will say at this moment that it is a mood disorder, it is something that will never completely go away.
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Also, on a lighter note, I loved the ability to poke at the hilarious mess of Nino Holmes. I seriously pictured him at the screen door, bubbles prepped beside him. I mean, it is a lot healthier of a coping strategy, but comedic nonetheless.
I loved Alya and Adrien teaming up to go on an adventure and teach the importance of treating everyone like human beings.
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“Death Drive” - SO - Death drive is a play on words involving Emelie’s death and Adrien’s driving BUT it is also another ‘fun’ thing. The hole that everyone has that they are desperate to fill (referred to in a previous set of notes) has also been compared to the Death Drive. Which when looked at by Freud, Zizek, or Lacan have slightly different meanings. I’ll explain it through how I understand Zizek to correlate it in the desperation to find the ‘Big Other’, to fix what was wrong. Adrien is changing and uprooting everything to achieve a sense of imagined peace. Basically, the Death Drive entails the motivation that pushes you, to the point of death, chasing after something.
I’m less versed in Freud’s version, but from what I understand, it’s based on human’s drive for self-destruction. So also relevant - just a lot less confident in describing it.
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Final point, not sure if anyone noticed or not, because I just automatically changed it in part 2 - Adrien applied for a corporate name change. It is no longer Gabriel Agreste Industries, but now just Agreste Industries.
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Thank you for reading!!! I hope my teaching sessions are useful or interesting for at least one person haha
Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.
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Steve Harrington x Y/N
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word count: 10.1k
summary: Steve is in love with Y/N. Y/N is in love with Steve. They both have no idea and all these unrequited feelings are pushed to the forefront when when Steve catches her in Eddie's bed.
warnings: a whole lotta angst, smut, fluff, two idiots pining over each other, swearing, and a very jealous steve
a/n: this fic was requested by one of my followers @ruckusbowzeus who literally came up with this entire plot and had faith in me to execute it. they are just so wonderful and patient especially since my computer kept crashing and it took forever to finish. thanks to my friend for all the support!
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Morning dew against the window. It's the first thing she notices when she opens her eyes. It sticks to the window, casting an iridescent glow on her face. Her eyes crinkle at the corners, watching as a bee buzzes across the window and lands directly on it. She wants to get up, wake up the man beside her, and start the day but his bed is too warm and she's too lazy. If she could, she would lay here all day with him and maybe she would if she could convince him.
Just as she closes her eyes once again, a loud bang jolts her awake. It's loud and harsh and it shakes the walls when she hears it the second time. Suddenly, Y/N sits up in bed, looking around the room before finally looking down at the man beside her.
"Eddie!" Y/N hisses, shaking the man laying beside her. "There's someone at the door!"
Eddie moans, his body only moving slightly. Y/N pokes at him again, this time she does it at his sides. Finally, he lifts his head from the pillow, looking around momentarily before his eyes land on her. There's a small smirk on his lips when he takes in her appearance, and he's not afraid to tell her so.
"Gotta lil' bedhead, honey."
She smirks, wanting to throw a snarky comment back in his direction but she's interrupted by another bang. This time, both Eddie and Y/N hear it. Both of their heads snap in the direction of the sound. It's the front door. Although the front door can not be seen from Eddie's room, they both still watch the wall as if someone is living inside of it. For a moment, Y/N believes there might be with how the walls shake against the sound.
Eddie glances at Y/N, both of them sharing a confused expression. "Who the fuck is that?"
Y/N shrugs, a small smirk on her lips. "Owe money to anyone?"
Eddie rolls his eyes. "Was one fucking time -"
But again, their conversation is interrupted by another bang. This time though, a voice comes right after the loud bang, and the perpetrator of the banging is revealed.
"Y/N! I know you're in there!"
It's Steve Harrington, best friend to Y/N and longtime crush. Of course, he doesn't know that last bit, but it's important to Y/N nonetheless. She has no idea why he's here, waiting outside Eddie's trailer, or why he's so angry, but now any semblance of a smirk has left her lips and she's frowning. Cowering in fear. Because, just as she hears Steve's voice, she realizes the huge mistake she had made.
She looks at Eddie, both of their expressions fearful. They've been caught. "What time is it?"
Eddie glances at his watch. "Eleven in the morning."
Y/N rubs her face harshly, trying to wake herself up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
She's scrambling out of bed now. She knows Steve won't be going anywhere and the more he waits, the angrier he will become. They had plans today, and she got forgotten. They were supposed to go out to breakfast and she had promised that this time it would be on her since she had spent the entire summer avoiding him. She was doing that on purpose, not that he knew that. Y/N had a crush on Steve for a while now and recently, with the future so uncertain since she was going to college in the fall, her feelings had deepened considerably. She was trying to protect herself, after all, and she was protecting Steve too. The last thing either of them needed right now was a romantic relationship.
Eddie was her only friend that knew of her crush on Steve and she had spent the night with him, trying to drown her sorrows in cheap liquor and weed. Eddie had been her friend for much longer and she always knew a night with Eddie could cheer her up. But that's all they were - friends. Many people doubted it. Even their own friends had tried to push them together since they got along so well. She remembers in sophmore year they had made out in a closet and that experience had made her realize two things; Eddie Munson would only ever be her friend and kissing any guy wouldn't help her forget her feelings for Steve.
Eddie jumps out of bed now, his expression just as frantic. "Why is he here?"
"I made plans with him, but I bailed. He's probably pissed he had to wait at Fran's for a couple hours." Y/N remarks, looking around the floor and picking up the first shirt she could find. As she pulls it over head, she hears Eddie snicker.
"Looks great on you." Eddie chides, clearly making fun of how long the shirt looked on her. The shirt is not hers but his and it's of his favourite band - Motley Crue.
Y/N flips him off, momentarily unaware of Steve's presence outside. "Fuck off."
"Munson? I can hear you giggling in there!"
Eddie's head lifts quickly, his eyes wide in terror. He's been cordial when speaking with Steve but the two have never had a conversation longer than a few words. Although they don't know each other well, Steve's reputation precedes him and Eddie knows all about the fights Steve has engaged in that has left him bloodied and bruised. Eddie is a lover, not a fighter and from Y/N's knowledge, she knows Eddie has never engaged in any fighting - physical or verbal.
Eddie finally looks to Y/N. "What should I do?" He's tugging his black jeans up on his waist and frantically zipping up his fly.
Y/N shrugs, finally rounding the bed and grabbing both of Eddie's shoulders. "I don't know. Say I'm not here. That I'm in fucking Canada for all I care. Just make sure he leaves."
Eddie frowns. "Why don't you talk to him? He likes you much better."
Y/N knows their predicament looks suggestive. She's wearing his shirt and Eddie's chest is bare. They both have slept in his bed and both are rocking different levels of disheveled hair. But the truth is after a blunt and a few shots of liquor, Eddie and Y/N fell asleep beside each other after a night of talking. That's it. Unfortunately, Steve won't see it that way and he'll be upset Y/N ditched him to hook up with a guy.
Another part of Y/N also doesn't want Steve to think she's hooking up with anyone, even Eddie. Part of her has always made herself available for Steve just in case he'd want to ask her out one day. Unfortunately that day never came. Although she slept and dated other guys in secret, she never told Steve any of it because as pathetic as it sounds, she would've dropped everything and everyone if Steve had asked her to.
"He doesn't like me right now." Y/N mumbles, pushing Eddie out of his room and towards the front door.
The front door bangs again and Y/N's shocked because she finally realizes it's Steve's fists making that sound and not his feet. Although it's thoroughly demented and she'd never even admit this to Eddie, a part of her is glad Steve is angry. Even if it is just as a friend, she means something to him and he cares about her enough to get angry when she stands him up.
"If I get beat up, you're paying for my medical bills." Eddie hisses, his voice just barely above a whisper. They're both standing in front of the door now and they know Steve would hear them if they spoke louder.
Y/N rolls her eyes but says nothing. Instead, she watches in bated breath as Eddie's hand reaches out and turns the knob of the front door. He twists it carefully and Y/N stands on the left side of the door frame so that when it opens, she can hide behind it. Thankfully, Eddie is smart and he only opens the door slightly, just enough for his body to fit through.
"Hey, Harrington. What's up?" Eddie asks nonchalantly.
"Where's Y/N?" Steve demands, dismissing Eddie's question and not even attempting to seem interested.
There's a space between the door and its hinges and although it's small, Y/N peeks into it and sees Steve. His hair is pushed back in his signature style, and his brown eyes have narrowed at Eddie. He looks gorgeous, even though he's so mad he's turned red. He's wearing these beautiful blue jeans with a white shirt that's tucked into his pants. She notices he's wearing the red bomber jacket she got for his birthday a couple months ago. She smiles at the memory - of how happy he looked and how amazing he looked in that jacket - but her mind quickly brings her back to the present.
"Uh, she's not here, dude." Eddie explains, and Y/N can hear the fear in his voice.
"Cut the shit. I drove by her house and her sister told me she spent the night here. Now, where is she?" Steve demands, and just as Eddie is coming up with another lie, Steve yells. "Y/N! Are you in there?"
Y/N doesn't move a muscle, even though she knows she should. She should just explain that she forgot and it's not a big deal but she's never seen Steve so mad, so she refrains from doing anything. Instead, she peeks again and sees that Steve has now pushed himself closer to the threshold of the door to peek inside Eddie's trailer. Y/N steps back, scared that he's seen her for a moment.
"Chill out. If you'd let me finish, she was here but she left. Hours ago." Eddie replies, blocking Steve's view by moving closer to him.
Steve steps back for a moment. "What was she doing here?" His voice seems shocked, broken almost.
Eddie shrugs. "I'm her friend. We were just hanging out."
Steve scoffs. "Oh really?"
Eddie nods. "Uh, yeah. Are you her parole officer or something? Why do you care so much?"
Y/N knows Eddie's being too confrontational but she's also glad he's asking all these questions. They're the same questions she has wanted to ask for a while but was too scared to do so. There had been so many times where Steve had intimidated the guys hitting on her at bars, or boys that would ask her out and she always wanted to know why. She would have never said yes to any of them, but she was almost annoyed that Steve had made that decision for her.
Y/N is silently cheering Eddie on as he argues with Steve and she becomes so wrapped up in their argument, the tingle on her foot doesn't register in her mind. That is, until the sensation moves up her leg. Finally, Y/N looks down and is horrified to see that a spider is crawling up her bare leg. In a moment of weakness, she jumps and tries to kick the insect off her leg. Unfortunately, she misjudges the length of her leg and how close it is to the door. As she tries to kick the spider, her leg collides with the door and the sound is loud enough for all of them to hear.
"What was that?" Steve questions, his head snapping in the direction of the sound.
Eddie curses under his breath. "Uh, nothing. Probably the wind."
Y/N rolls her eyes, finally leaving her spot behind the door and trying to hide somewhere else. She scans the room silently, rolling her eyes at her predicament. There's absolutely nowhere to hide seeing as it's a small trailer Eddie shares with his uncle so the only place she can really hide is behind their couch. Unfortunately, before she gets the chance to even think about doing so, she's interrupted by Steve pushing his way past Eddie and further into the trailer.
Their eyes meet and she can see the surprise on his face. They're standing a few feet away from one another but she's finally in full view of her friend. At first, Steve doesn't know what to think. It's obvious to the both of them that she's been purposefully lying to him and forcing Eddie to lie as well. She can see the sadness in Steve's eyes but that momentary emotion is then clouded by another, stronger emotion - anger.
He sees her in Eddie Munson's shirt and it sends his mind into a frantic state. Steve had always been jealous of how close Eddie and Y/N were and he always tried to swallow it but this sight had made him reach his boiling point. He looks back to Eddie, who is now standing closer to Y/N with an embarrassed expression, and he's shirtless with disheveled hair. Then, his eyes return to Y/N, who is wearing Eddie's shirt and it just passes her hips. When his eyes return back to Y/N, the look on her face tells him everything - he was never meant to see this.
"What the fuck is going on?" Steve questions, his eyes never leaving Y/N.
"Nothing." Y/N frowns, pulling down at the hem of her shirt.
"Nothing?" Steve scoffs. "Looks like you ditched me to hook up with Munson."
Before Y/N can even defend herself, Eddie pushes back and takes a step in between Y/N and Steve. "Don't talk to her like that."
Steve is fuming and his eyes are glaring daggers at Eddie. "Get out of my face."
"No." Eddie keeps his head high and for a moment, he's unrecognizable to Y/N. "You can't tell her who she can and can't spend her time with. You're not her fucking boyfriend, 'kay?"
Y/N watches in horror as Steve lunges forward, his body colliding with Eddie's. The two wrestle for a moment before Steve retracts his arm away from Eddie's face and closes his hand into a fist. Y/N gasps, seeing what he's about to do before he even does it. But she doesn't move quickly enough and she watches as Steve's fist comes into harsh contact with Eddie's jaw. The punch is loud and it causes Eddie to stumble back, nursing the spot on his jaw where Steve has just punched. Eddie shakes his head and for a moment, his eyes go dark. She wants to yell out for him to stop but before she can, Eddie lunges back at Steve and tries to wrestle him to the ground. He’s much stronger though so Eddie's attempts are futile.
“Steve!” Y/N yells, her voice finally returning. “Stop!”
Steve doesn’t hear her though and he continues to shove and wrestle Eddie, Y/N wants to stop this nonsense right now. Firstly, she has no idea what they’re fighting over. She understands Steve was upset about being stood up, but she’s never seen him this angry before. It’s almost as if a switch has been turned on and the Steve she has known for years has been replaced with an angry shell of a man. Y/N knows they’ll only stop if someone is seriously hurt and she can’t let that happen. So, she does the only thing she can think of; she intervenes. 
She runs forward, towards Steve and jumps on top of his back, hanging onto him by wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve falls back for a moment, surprised by the new weight that is now pulling him backward. For a moment, he shrieks and his hands latch onto the arms wrapped around his neck. Then, when he notices it’s Y/N, he calms down enough to speak.
“What the hell?” He mumbles, feeling her legs wrap around his torso as she tries to steer him away from Eddie.
Eddie too has stopped fighting Steve to watch as his best friend frantically pulls Steve away from him. There’s a moment in between Y/N’s efforts that makes him smile, and it’s when she yells out to Steve.
“Get a hold of yourself, Harrington!”
It’s a sight to see, and Eddie has to laugh at her efforts. There’s no doubt Steve is stronger than her and could easily pull her off in seconds, but something is preventing him from doing so. Whether it’s amazement at her boldness and willingness to protect Eddie, or it’s just her plain stupidness, Steve lets her hang onto him and yell in his ear. Then, it clicks for Eddie. As he watches the two argue with each other, both trying to yell louder than the one before, he realizes that these two idiots are in love with each other.
“Get off!” Steve yells, this time shaking his body to try and get her loose. 
Y/N grip is tighter than he thought and she doesn’t let go. “Stop hurting Eddie!”
“Hey dingus!” Eddie yells, “He’s stopped!”
Suddenly, Y/N stops all her movements, staying very still as Steve holds her on his back. There’s a moment where she looks between Eddie and Steve and realizes they’ve now created some distance between them. When she realizes this, her eyes go wide and she drops back down to the floor, the bottoms of her feet thudding as she does so. 
Steve turns to her and there’s another long pause. He’s so in shock by her behaviour and readiness to protect Eddie that he’s at a loss for words. Although he’s surprised, another part of him is also jealous. He figures she would never do the same for him. When this jealousy returns, he finally remembers why he was angry in the first place and suddenly, all of the emotions he felt before he entered this trailer return.
“Why’d you ditch me?”
Y/N frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn’t mean to. I accidentally slept in.”
Steve looks behind him, his eyes dead set on Eddie. He thinks Steve might rip him apart again and Eddie braces himself, but he’s surprised to see that Steve just takes a deep breath and looks back to Y/N. “So, you guys are a thing now?”
The way he says thing is enough to tell Eddie how he truly feels about Y/N. For all the years Y/N has obsessed over Steve, Eddie now knows Steve has probably done the same for Y/N. They both were just too blind to see. It almost warms his heart that he’s the first to realize that Steve and Y/N are in love.
"What?" Y/N snorts, looking at Eddie for a moment. "What're you talking about?"
Steve rolls his eyes. "Don't make me spell it out."
Y/N blinks, and for a moment Eddie can see her brain short-circuit. He knows what it looks like when she is at a loss for words, so Eddie answers for her instead. "Dude, we're not a thing. Never were."
Steve glares at Eddie again, but behind that dark glare, Eddie can see he's just as confused as Y/N. Eddie sighs slightly, already tired of dealing with these two idiots who are obviously in love with each other. Eddie wants to scream at them and tell them that they both have been pathetically pining after the other for years now, but he restrains himself. He remembers that these two idiots are still important people in his life and although one of them hates him right now, he shouldn't force them to confess their feelings to one another. Although he desperately wishes he could, if only to end his suffering. 
"Is that why you punched Eddie?" Y/N finally speaks after a long silence. Eddie figures she's been processing everything that's just happened. She moves across the room, passing Steve and making her way to Eddie. "Because you thought we were together?"
Y/N brings her hand up to Eddie's jaw, caressing the red blotch that would surely turn into a bruise soon. Eddie glances at Steve as she does this, and he can see the jealousy in his eyes. Eddie shakes his head, pushing Y/N's hands away from his face. He can't believe he didn't realize this before; Steve Harrington has it bad for Y/N. 
Y/N follows Eddie's eye line and turns her head to face Steve again. She makes no move to touch his face the way she did with Eddie and he knows why. Y/N had always complained to Eddie that she had to physically restrain herself whenever Steve was around. She wanted to touch and hug him all the time and it was so overwhelming that she didn't want to scare him. Unfortunately, the time was now to touch Steve yet Y/N was still too scared.
Steve shrugs, running his hand through his hair. He looked so nervous and Eddie knew that if the end of this conversation was Steve confessing his feelings, Eddie needed to excuse himself now. Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
"What? No!" Steve denies, his reaction screaming insecure. Eddie wants to slap the boy. It's too obvious to everyone except Y/N that he's in love with her.
Y/N frowns, her shoulders slumping. "Then why?"
"Cause you're always ditching me for him." Steve explains, his voice strained. Eddie can see Steve is having to physically restrain himself from telling Y/N the truth.
"That's not true!" Y/N raises her voice, her anger slowly returning.
Steve rolls his eyes and Eddie suddenly feels like he's walked into an old married couple's fight. "Are you sure about that? We've hung out, like, two times this summer. Eddie," Steve looks over Y/N’s shoulder, "how many times have you hung out with Y/N this summer?"
Eddie shakes his head, definitely not wanting to get in the middle of this. "Dude, don't." 
Steve scoffs, looking back to Y/N. "How many times?"
Y/N rolls her eyes. "What? Now all of a sudden, you're jealous -"
"Jealous?"
"- if I don't spend enough time with you? Are you a sixteen year old girl?" 
Steve is fuming now. "Whatever. I thought we could hang out a few more times before you ditch me forever when you go to college, but I guess you wanted to start early."
Y/N scoffs, taking a step closer to Steve. "Ditch you? That's rich. Who was the one who ditched me all the time in senior year whenever Nancy called?"
Steve's eyes widened. "I was fucking heartbroken, sue me!"
"So am I!" Y/N screams. "I'm heartbroken that my best friend is treating me so terribly. That -" 
Suddenly, she stops and Eddie watches her chest heave up and down. She's trying to control her breathing before she confesses something that she'll regret. Steve waits for her to continue though and when she doesn't, he leans forward.
"What?" He asks, glancing at her lips.
Y/N watches Steve for a moment, her eyes flickering down at his lips before shaking her head. Eddie internally groans. Just when he thought they were making progress. Instead, Y/N turns and her eyes return to Eddie. There's a frown on her face and Eddie knows she's seconds away from crying.
"Eds, can I borrow your truck? I swear I'll return it. I just -" Y/N sniffles, holding back tears before turning back to Steve. "I just wanna leave before I say something I'll regret."
Eddie just nods, at a complete loss for words. There's something so emotional about her voice right now and he doesn't have the willpower to say no to her. He fishes the keys out of his pocket, handing them to Y/N. She takes them quickly before stepping away from Steve and running past him. She's only got a shirt on but he knows she's just going back to her place. 
Steve says nothing as she leaves and only when she's gone does he look back to Eddie. There's some emotion in his eyes that Eddie can't decipher but what he can see is that Steve is pleading for help. And Eddie's willing to give him all the help he needs.
"Maybe give her some space."
And for the first time, Steve doesn't look angry when his eyes meet Eddie's. 
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When Y/N enters her home, the house is quiet. Desolate. Her parents spend their time creating ways to leave their child at home. This is something both Steve and Y/N share in common. 
Both of their parents never really wanted to look after children, they just wanted the illusion and status that came with having children. Most days, Y/N spends her time with either her friends or in her room. She's been perpetually avoiding her parents since she was ten. Today, she knows they're in Barbados celebrating their anniversary. Tomorrow, they'll be in another country and trying their best to avoid their daughter. It's not odd to Y/N anymore. Living with absent parents is like living alone. She cooks and cleans for herself and as long as her parents pay the utilities on time, Y/N is basically self-sufficient. 
The first thing she does is change. Although Eddie's shirt is comfortable, she knows that she can't keep it on forever. She looks through her clothes, finally settling on a pair of light-washed jean overalls and a long sleeve white shirt. She can't even bring herself to look in the mirror. Fighting with Steve has left her feeling empty and tired. She knows the tears will start flowing any moment, and she's not sure if they'll ever stop. 
As Y/N descends the stairs of her home, there’s a knock on the door. It’s soft, and if she hadn’t been so close to the front door, she might have missed it. But she doesn’t. At first, she hesitates. She wonders who it possibly could be and why have they knocked so timidly? She certainly wasn’t expecting someone and after her fight with Steve, she didn’t want to entertain anyone. 
Y/N slowly approaches the door, her feet cautiously advancing towards the door. Just before she opens it, she prays it’s not Steve. She’s honestly exhausted and definitely not in the mood for another screaming match. Unfortunately, when she opens the door and the figure is revealed, the frown on her face only deepens. Steve stands before her but he no longer seems angry. In fact, he looks more timid. He stands (maybe cowers is a better word) just before the threshold of the door with his lips pressed into a thin line. He looks at Y/N with a guilty expression - as if he’s stolen something off her and just now intends to give it back.
“Hey…” He trails off, his hands clasped tightly together. He seems nervous and this actually increases Y/N’s confidence. He finally realizes he’s in the wrong, but this realization does not make him more sympathetic. In fact, Y/N’s anger is reignited when she sees him again.
“Do you wanna scope out my home to make sure there’s no guys around or…?” Y/N sarcastically comments, not even bothering to greet him. She just wants a few minutes alone but Steve seems to have followed her here.
Steve looks embarrassed and his eyes stare at his shoes. “No.” He hesitates, finally looking up back to Y/N. “Listen, we should talk.”
Y/N scoffs, not moving from her position at the threshold of the door. She’s not going to let him inside. She’s promised herself that. She loves Steve beyond words but he’s fucked up and she’s not going to let him live it down anytime soon. “Sure, if you have something to say - say it.”
Steve shifts the weight in his feet and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks beyond nervous and something tells Y/N it’s not just their fight that has him like this. “Maybe I should come in?”
Y/N shakes her head. “No way. Last time someone let you into their home, you punched them in the face.”
Steve sighed, and she could tell she was getting under his nerves. “Look, I was just upset you ditched me for Munson, okay? We haven’t been hanging out at all this summer and then when I saw you like that with him, I just -” Steve stops, hesitating for a moment and then sighing. He seems to have decided not to finish that sentence but Y/N is beyond curious.
“You just what?” Y/N presses, leaning forward slightly and sticking her head over the threshold of the door.
Steve shrugged. “I dunno know.”
Y/N sighed. “Fine.” There was something there that he wasn’t telling her and although she wanted to know, she wouldn’t force it out of him. She had her own secrets from Steve too, especially considering she had unrequited feelings for him, and she knew he’d never force it out of her. She just wants to know one thing. “Can I ask you something, Steve?”
Steve nods, taking just one small step forward. “Sure.”
“How do you see me?”
It’s a simple enough question but it has Steve stuttering for an answer. His brain seems to short-circuit for a moment and Y/N listens as he tries and fails to answer her question. “Well, I dunno. You’re a girl - obviously - and you’re my - well…”
Y/N can’t take much more of this. “I know I’m a girl Steve, but how do you see me? Because I think you see me as some type of weak idiot.”
Steve makes a sour face. “That’s not true.”
“Really?” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Then why else would you be so protective around me, especially when it comes to guys?” There’s a pause and it seems like Y/N is waiting for an answer but before Steve can even open his mouth, she interrupts. “And why would you beat up Eddie, even if you thought we were together?”
Steve sighs, his heart racing in his chest. “Y/N, it’s … complicated.”
Y/N snorted. “I don’t think it is. I think, since we grew up together, you have this weird possessiveness of me because you see me as the same teenage girl who kicked you in the shin after you broke up with Nancy.”
Steve snorted, not at Y/N’s misjudged conclusion but because he remembered that day so vividly. He remembers arguing with Nancy in that alleyway and he remembers Y/N’s swift kick to his shin right after he crossed the line with Nancy. Even when they barely knew each other, Y/N was always there to keep Steve in line. Steve knows he can’t lose her. They’ve grown together and although he’s scared beyond belief, he’s ready to risk it all if it means there’s a chance for them. He’s pined after her for long enough; Steve Harrington needs to grow a pair.
“That’s not true at all!” Steve defends, trying to think of the perfect way to phrase his confession. He can’t believe he’s actually going to commit to this. There’s been so many times throughout their friendship where he thought about confessing his true feelings to Y/N but he bailed every single time. Now, as he closes the gap between them, he takes a deep breath and tries to steady his voice. “You wanna know why I act like such an idiot when any guy is with you? It’s because I wish it were me.”
Y/N’s brows shoot up in surprise. “What?”
Steve sighs, realizing he’s really going to have to spell it out. “Y/N, I wasn’t angry you ditched me this morning. I was angry that you spent the night with Munson.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought you guys were dating.” 
“But we’re not?” Y/N frowns, a confused look still on her face.
Steve rolls his eyes. “Well, duh. But I thought that if you guys were dating, then we’d never…”
Steve trails off, trying to let Y/N fill in the blanks. It takes a few moments, but then her eyes go wide and she stares at Steve in utter shock. “Wait, Steve - you like me?”
Steve shakes his head, a small smile peeking out. “No, dingus, I love you.”
There’s just something about the way he says ‘love’. It’s enough to make her shiver, and she physically does. The second his hand comes up to cup one side of her cheek, she can feel a shiver run down her spine and she does nothing to hide it. Steve seems to notice because his lips pull wide, a small grin settling on his lips. He chuckles under his breath, his eyes slowly moving down her body before returning to her eyes. He seems to be inspecting her, memorizing her, and when he’s satisfied with what he sees, his eyes return to her. She does the same with him, but never in front of her and never so obviously.
“What was that?” Steve’s distracted for a moment and Y/N watches that familiar smirk remain on his lips.
Y/N curses herself for being so obvious. “Uh, nothing. I’m just cold.”
Steve nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Here,” he begins as both his hands come up to rest of both sides of her arms, “let me warm you up.” His arms move up and down on her arms, creating friction and heat so she can stay warm. His touch is soothing and he warms her up instantly.
A small smile appears on her face. “Thanks.” She bites her lip, trying to force herself to stop thinking about kissing him.
Steve glances at her lips, the same smirk now growing. “Is that what I do to ya?” He’s so obviously flirting with her now and she’s never seen him so bold. Y/N is oblivious to it all, not even noticing the way his eyes continue to glance down at her lips as he talks. 
Y/N gulps, her throat tightening slightly at his question. She can’t speak, she’s too shocked. Instead, she only nods and watches as his smirk widens. She knows nodding and answering his question is bold (probably the most bold she’s ever been) but she doesn’t care.
“I make you shiver?” He asks again, this time with a more serious tone and she nods again. His eyes light up and he seems genuinely happy. “Wanna know what you do to me?”
Y/N’s brows pull together, instantly confused by what he means. She observes every move he makes in her direction and she’s never once seen him be affected the same way she is. When he’s around, there’s an instant blush on her cheeks and a goofy grin on her lips. She shivers at his touch and follows him around like a puppy dog. If he had done any of those things, she would’ve noticed by now.
Steve senses her apprehension but he continues, grabbing her right hand with his own and placing it over his chest. The act is quick and before she has a chance to pull away, she feels it. His heartbeat is quick, as if his chest is fluttering with butterflies. As if he’s nervous around her. As if he likes her. He has just said he loves her, but maybe he meant it as a friend? Now, she knows that’s not what he meant. 
Y/N keeps her hand there for a long time, staring at the place where her hand is resting, her brain processing what she’s feeling. She feels all these different forms of shock crash through her body all at once. At first, she’s confused. She wonders, for a moment, why she has such an effect on Steve’s heart. She tries to rationalize it. Maybe he’s just trying to convey that she means a lot to him as a friend. But with the way his heart is pounding against her palm, she knows that’s not true. She’s felt her own chest pound like this when he’s around. When this realization sets in, that maybe all this time he’s liked her just as much as she likes him, she audibly gasps. Out of shock, she pulls her hand away and steps out of Steve’s grasp. 
“How -” Y/N stops, not even knowing what she should say.
Steve watches her intently, trying to see if he can figure out her question. “How what?”
“How long have you felt this way?”
She doesn’t need to specify what feelings she’s referring to, and Steve doesn’t ask her to. He just blushes slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as if he’s bashful at her reaction to his confession. “A while.”
The look on Y/N’s face is one of horror. Not because she doesn’t feel the same way (because my god she does), but because she never thought he felt the same. Not even for a second. She of course dreamed for him to see her in a new light, but that’s all they were. They were just dreams. Naive notions that he wanted to be around her because he liked her more than a friend. But now, they don’t seem so out of reach. She watches Steve continue to blush at her, swaying slightly as if he’s anticipating her next words.
“Why didn't you say anything?” Her voice is hoarse but she doesn’t care about how desperate she sounds. 
“C’mon,” Steve chuckles, “don’t tell me you didn’t know?”
Y/N looks alarmed at his statement. “What? No, of course I didn’t.”
Steve frowns, glancing at her lips for a moment. “Seriously?” He asks, and Y/N nods in earnest. Steve shakes his head, chuckling under his breath before taking another step forward. Y/N has created some distance between them since his confession and he intends to close the gap. They’re not both standing just inside Y/N’s home with the door still wide open. “I always thought you knew.”
“How would I have known?”
Steve shrugs, slightly embarrassed by what he knows he’s about to say. “I dunno. There were always these moments we shared when I was sure we would kiss and then you’d back away. I always thought you just wanted to be friends, so I never said anything.”
Y/N is dumbfounded. She felt those moments too. Some of those moments began to flash across her mind; when she’d pick Steve up from work and he’d hug her tighter than ever, when they were huddled together at a party, when they danced together at prom, when she laid on his bed and watched him study. These moments meant so much to her, but she never believed he would even remember them, let alone want to kiss her too.
Suddenly Steve reaches out to her, his hands coming to cup the sides of her face. She has not been looking him in the eyes since his confession but with his hands on both sides of her face, he wills her to look at him. Y/N is beyond terrified before their eyes meet, one question prodding at the back of her mind. But, the second their eyes meet, the words tumble out of her mouth before she can stop herself.
“Why’re you telling me now?”
Steve smiles, pulling her face closer to his own. Their lips are close to one another, closer than they have ever been and Y/N can actually smell the minty freshness of his breath. He glances down at her lips once more. “I think if I didn’t say somethin now, I would burst. I saw you with Eddie this morning and something inside of me broke.”
Steve stays still for a moment, wanting her to either deny or welcome his advances. He wasn’t working off a lot, just the mere fact that she still wanted to hear him out. He watches as Y/N hesitates. He can feel the heat on her cheeks. He continues to wait, though. He wants to make sure she feels the same before he kisses her.
Finally, Y/N nods, her eyes finally glancing down at his lips. She hasn’t allowed herself to look at them for a while but now that she knows Steve’s true feelings, she can’t help it. She clears her throat, wanting to respond but not finding the words to. “Yes.” It’s all she can say.
Steve’s heart bursts, but he needs more. “Yes what?”
Y/N rolls her eyes a bit, only slightly annoyed that he needs more of a confirmation but understanding why. “Yes, I love you too.”
Then, with a surge of energy, Steve pulls Y/N’s face towards his own and he’s kissing her. If her confession hadn’t been so difficult to extract from her, he would’ve politely asked to kiss her. Steve Harrington’s a gentleman after all, but his emotions are felt tenfold right now and being a gentleman is the last thing on his mind. He’s wanted this for so long that he’s ready to devour her. She seems to feel the same though, and this increases his confidence. She’s kissing him back with the same fever and the only thing that brings him back to reality is the fact that he hasn’t taken a deep breath for a while.
They part for a moment but their lips still touch. They’re sharing the same breath. Y/N’s mind is hazy; she can’t think straight. His lips graze her own as he breathes and her heart flutters. She can’t believe this is happening. 
In fact, neither can Steve and he can’t get enough. Just as his lungs fill with enough air, he ducks down to kiss her again. Her lips are soft and the way she kisses him makes his stomach flip. His hands squeeze slightly at the sides of her face, pushing her lips harder against his own. He wants to keep her close to him, he wants to never let her go again. Y/N’s hands come up and run themselves through his meticulously styled hair. If it was anyone else, Steve would’ve complained but it’s Y/N and she could do anything right now, and he wouldn’t complain.
Y/N pulls away only slightly, trying to catch her breath. Although he tries not to, Steve audibly whines. Y/N giggles at his dramatics, humoured at how ridiculous he’s being. “What?” She asks.
“Don’t stop.” Steve groans, pulling her back towards him and kissing her again.
Y/N laughs, pulling away again. “I need to breathe, Stevie.”
“No breathing,” Steve commands, “just kissing.”
Y/N smirks as he kisses her again, the shock from his confession now wearing off. This isn’t the first time she’s ever been kissed but it feels different. Better than she thought possible. Steve wraps his arms around her body, pulling her flush against his chest and she knows that most first kisses aren’t like this. She can’t explain it but it feels overwhelming. Her feelings for Steve are so strong, they hypnotized her. She became so wrapped up in this moment, she almost didn’t register Steve slowly closing the front door behind them. 
The first thing she thought of once she heard the click of the lock was sex. She had thought about sex with Steve, but that had always been a hypothetical dream, a distant idea that she rarely let herself indulge in. But now, as they pulled away from one another, Y/N realized it could finally be a reality. She was nervous, sure, but she was excited too. Excited that Steve had wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“Wanna sit?” Steve breathed, his lips still incredibly close to her own. She can feel his lips move against her own and it makes her shiver.
Y/N can only nod, the words lost on her for a moment. Steve nods along with her, his lips pulling into a small smile as he awaits her answer. When she realizes she’ll have to answer him verbally, Y/N clears her throat and tries to speak. “Yeah.” 
Steve guides her to the den area, where they find the closest couch and sit on it. He sits down first, pulling at her hands for her to follow him. She does, her knees buckling slightly as she finds her place beside her. Steve grins at her dramatic movements, chuckling under his breath. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart, Y/N gushes. You hear that? He thinks you’re sweet.
Y/N’s cheeks feel hot and although she tries to suppress the shit-eating grin spreading across her lips, it’s a fight she’ll lose. She can’t help it. Steve’s called her pet names before but in this room, his lips roaming her face, she knows it’s the sincerest he’s ever been. In this moment, as his kisses spread from her lips to her forehead, she knows he’s never meant anything more.
Y/N’s beyond happy. In this moment, as Steve’s lips return to her own, she’s effervescent. Her mind is hazy and all she can focus on is the fact that Steve is here and he’s kissing her. These thoughts always seemed impossible. She had basically convinced herself that she would end up alone, so Steve’s confession today had shaken her to her core. She never thought this type of love was possible and she’d do anything to make sure she’d never lose it. 
“Do you want me to take off my shirt?”
For a moment, Steve hesitates. “Are you sure?”
Y/N nods, realizing she’s doing it a bit too enthusiastically and stops mid-way through her nod. “Uh,” she hesitates, “yeah. As long as you do!” The last bit comes out as a scream, almost as if she thought of it at the last second.
Steve chuckles, pushing her hair out of her face. Some strands had got caught in the front of her face from how intensely Steve had been kissing her, and Steve would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. She looked wrecked, her face and neck are blotched up with the marks his mouth has made. “I don’t wanna sound pathetic…” 
Steve trails on, embarrassed by what he’s about to say, but Y/N interrupts his train of thought. “Yet I think you’re about to say the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“But you are literally everything to me, and I’ve been thinking about this for a long ass time.” Steve finishes, his tone teasing Y/N just a little. Mostly because he was half joking and half serious.
Y/N scrunches up her nose and squints, acting like she’s smelled something foul and trying not to gush at his words. “Ew!”
Steve snorted. “For someone who loves me, you sure make fun of me a lot.”
Y/N shrugs. “Someone’s gotta keep the king in check.”
Steve groaned, reminded yet again of the nickname he so much hated. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” He mumbles, just before his lips are on Y/N’s again as he kisses her firmly.
His hands are lips are so firm against her own; she can physically feel the want he has for her. Y/N’s taken aback slightly but tries to regain some composure as she kisses him back just as intensely. He’s kissing her as if he’s angry with her, as if he wants to devour her - one of his hands grabs at her waist and tries to tug her closer to his chest. Y/N’s hand falls to the back of her neck, pushing his lips on hers once again. The selfish part of her never wants to stop this but another part of her tries to practice self control and she weakly pulls away.
Steve goes to the buckles of Y/N’s overalls, searching her eyes for a moment. “Are you sure?”
Y/N nods, granting Steve a chaste kiss. “Yes, more than anything.”
There’s a moment where Steve struggles to unbuckle both of the straps of her overalls and Y/N begins to giggle at his failed attempts. Another moment passes and when she’s sure he can’t do it alone, she speaks. “Need help there, Harrington?”
Steve sighs. “It’s actually my first time taking overalls off a girl.”
Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes. “Of course it is.” And then, with ease, she unbuckles the straps of her overalls and lets them fall to her hips.
Suddenly, Steve is pulling her shirt up and over her head before tugging her lips back to his own. Y/N’s gasps in shock, the cool air coming into contact with her bare skin. Steve smirks against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses there. Y/N’s legs feel weak as his lips fall further and further down her body - starting from  her neck, down to the valley between her breasts and now underneath the left side of her boob. Steve finally rises back up to meet Y/N’s lips once again, this time though, he bites down on her bottom lip. Y/N groans in surprise, her body reacting before her brain can and she bucks her hips in desperation, needing to feel any kind of release.
Steve groans right back and bites down the column of Y/N’s neck, sucking lightly. Y/N only moans again, this time much louder. Steve’s hands come up to grab both sides of her face, kissing her harshly before speaking. “You’re killing me over here.”
Then, as if he’s been possessed, he bites down on her shoulder, as if he’s about to take a big bite out of her. Y/N lets out a gasp and rolls her hips again, this time against Steve’s jeans. Steve pulls again, lifting his shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it over his head. The motion and swiftness of this action causes Y/N’s stomach to flutter and something in between her legs to pulse.
Y/N’s eyes take in his smooth skin, his broad shoulders, and toned biceps. She can’t remember the last time she saw him work out but he’s kept up his physique from highschool. In fact, she’d argue that he’s gotten bigger and buffer than before. Y/N watches his chest fall and rise rapidly and suddenly, she realizes she must have been staring too long. She can’t find it in herself to care though because she leans down and presses a kiss on his chest, right on his heart. She can feel his chest beat against her lips but it only makes her blush harder. To know that she has this much of an effect on him means so much to her.
Y/N presses hot kisses to his neck this time and Steve relishes in it, letting a groan fall from his lips softly. His hands trails from the sides of Y/N’s faces to her neck and he lets his fingers strock her there, as if he’s trying to calm her down. Slowly, as her lips work on his neck and collarbone, her hands travel down to the bulge growing in his jeans. Y/N softly palms Steve through his pants, earning a loud groan this time. Steve’s hands instantly roam her hair, finding purchase at the nape of her neck as his hips grind against her palm. 
After a moment of indulgence, Steve grabs your hand and stops her. Y/N pulls away looking at him with a confused expression before Steve speaks. “My turn.”
Steve moves his way down painfully slowly, leaving gentle marks down her neck and over her stomach until he reaches her jeans. They're all pushed down at her hips and Steve kneels before her, grabbing the seam of the jeans and roughly tugging them down. Y/N lets out a small squeal, slightly surprised at Steve's roughness. His lips kiss every new expanse of skin until her jeans are fully off. Then, his lips move to the waistband of her underwear before he moves on to the flesh on her thighs. Steve pushes two of his fingers into his mouth, tongue sucking at his fingers as his other hand pulls aside her underwear. He breathes hard once his fingertips come into contact with her hot, wet core. Suddenly, his finger spread apart her wet lips and just when she thinks he'll begin his ministrations, he stops.
Y/N looks down at Steve, watching the boy on his knees in front of her. "Steve, please."
“Use your words.” Steve demands, a hint of teasing in his tone. Y/N shifts her weight, trying to get some friction from where his fingers are placed but failing when he brings his finger away.
Y/N whines, and that’s enough for him because in an instant, he licks a strip up her center and circles his tongue at her clit. Just like he did with her neck and face before, Steve begins kissing every part of her core, and this teasing only turns her on more. She tries to rub herself against his face, but before she can create enough friction, Steve pulls away with a smirk on his lips.
“So fuckin’ hot.” Steve mumbles out to no one in particular, admiring Y/N before his finger teases your entrance. He nearly lets out a moan as he watches Y/N, finally easing one finger into her slowly. 
She lets out a soft gasp and then a moan, head falling back as her fingers latch onto Steve’s hair. “Steve, oh god.” She says quietly as he starts to pump his finger.
The pressure in her stomach intensifies and instinctively, she closes her legs but Steve instantly shakes his head and opens them back up. This time he makes sure they stay open by kissing her inner thighs. For a moment, his lips return back to her sensitive clit and Y/N moans loudly this time. She thinks the whole neighbourhood may hear her if he keeps this up. Steve’s eyes widen and his hand immediately reaches up and covers her mouth, his lips leaving her clit as he tuts, shaking his head and smirking at her.
“Quiet, before the whole neighbourhood hears you.” He’s teasing her but Y/N just rolls her eyes.
Y/N pulls her face away from his hand so she can speak. “Maybe you should come here and fuck me, Stevie.” Y/N chides, pulling at the roots of his hair so he’s looking at her.
“I…think you might kill me,” he says seriously, dragging his eyes up from her pussy to her face. 
There’s a light and airy feeling in the air. Even though the tension between Steve and Y/N is sexual, Y/N also feels comfortable. She’s never been this dominant with any guy before. She’s never outright told them what she wants, and she knows it’s because it’s Steve. He loves her. He means everything to her. 
Y/N smirks, watching as Steve comes up from his place between her legs and hovers over her body. “Same.”
He laughs at her response and a tingle rushes through her body at how gorgeous his laugh is and how beautiful he is when he smiles. Heat spreads across her cheeks and a quick, intrusive thought enters Y/N’s mind; I want him now. 
“Do you wanna lie down?” Steve asks, motioning to the huge lazy couch she’s sitting on. 
Y/N smirks, the idea of having sex on her parents couch all too enticing to her. She slides down the couch, laying on her back and wiggling her hips slightly to get into a better, more comfortable position. Steve’s on her not even a second later. His left hand smooths over her hips and waist, while his right hand unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his hips. Y/N helps him as his jeans fall further and further down and when they’re completely off, her hand enters the waistband of his boxers to feel him.
“Fuck.” Steve hisses, his hips bucking at the sudden contact as his cock slides between her folds. 
Impatient now, Y/N reaches back and takes his cock in her hand, making him hiss. There’s a moment where she hesitates, looking him in the eyes. “Are you sure?” 
Steve nods emphatically, leaning down and feverishly kissing her lips. “God, yes.”
Y/N smiles, kissing him right back before her hand guides his tip into her - until his hands grip her hips and he begins to slip into her, inch by inch.
Steve remains still for a second to let Y/N and himself adjust. He can’t believe this is all happening and he feels his heart hammer in his chest. She feels so good and he hasn’t had sex in a long time. Not necessarily because of his crush on Y/N, but it certainly didn’t help when she was all he thought about when he was with another girl. Steve had sworn off sex, just for a while. Just until he got over his crush on you and could actually enjoy sex with another girl, but weeks had turned into months and suddenly, Steve had accidentally gone celibate. 
As Y/N takes him further, her body begins to shake slightly from the feeling of him alone. It hasn’t been that long since she’s been with a guy but it seems like it’s been forever since a guy made her feel like this. She knows it has to do with her connection to Steve. She had never had sex with someone she loved and it made the whole experience better.
Y/N whines loudly when Steve bottoms out, and there’s a small smirk on his face when she does. “Feel good?”
Y/N wants to be embarrassed but she can’t find it in herself to care. “Fuck, so good, Steve.”
Suddenly, he’s thrusting. It’s slow and steady but it instantly drives her insane. Steve tries to speak again but it all comes out hoarse and he can’t find the words to describe how she’s making him feel.
“Oh, fuck.” Steve groans again, thrusting into Y/N particularly hard. “God.”
Y/N chuckles, whining slightly as Steve thrusts into her again. “Nope, just me.”
Steve smirks, looking down at Y/N once again with this carnal look. He wants to devour yet savour this feeling all at once. Then, instead of replying, he reaches a hand down to the apex of Y/N’s thighs and starts fingering her clit. 
Y/N shuts her eyes tight, her hands grasping onto his shoulder. “Fuck, Steve.”
“My sweet girl.” Steve points out, his thrusts never ceasing as he chases both his and Y/N’s highs. “Are you gonna come for me?”
Y/N nods furiously, and she doesn’t know how to feel about how close she is. On one hand, no guy has ever made her come this quickly, but on the other, she wants this to last. Although she knows it to not be true, a part of her brain is trying to convince her that this is the last time Steve’s ever going to want her so she better enjoy it now. But Y/N pushes that thought away the best she can because Steve is here and he loves her.
And then she’s cumming. She can’t remember how it started but she’s cumming and crying out and Steve follows soon after her, his head low and leaning against her shoulder as he groans into her neck.
There’s a split second where her eyes shut and all she can think about is trying to even out her breaths. Her skin is on fire and her muscles are liquid. She feels everything at once but most importantly, she feels Steve. She feels his body collapse on top of her and she feels the sweat on his skin. She can hear every deep breath he takes and moments later, she hears him chuckle underneath his breath.
“What?” Y/N asks, pushing back his sweaty hair as he lifts his head to meet her gaze.
Steve shrugs, a lovesick expression written across his face. He reaches up to cup one side of Y/N’s face, his eyes twinkling at her expression. She looks tired but extremely pleased and it pleases Steve greatly to know he’s the guy that put it there. 
“You’re just…” Steve pauses, sighing contently, “you’re just everything to me.”
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SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.
WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.
PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.
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The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’
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A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.
5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.
The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.
“Eren,” You called for him.
Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.
“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.
“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.
Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.
“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.
Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.
“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.
“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.
“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.
“I am.” He deadpans.
“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.
You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.
One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.
“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.
“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.
It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.
“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.
“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.
“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.
“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.
“Go on then, Get me hard.”
It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.
“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.
“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.
“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.
“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”
Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.
You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.
“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.
“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.
“Clean it.” He says.
You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.
“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’
“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.
“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.
“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.
“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.
“Now get out. I’m working.”
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1-2-3 Way
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Steve Rogers
Warnings: smut, bed sharing, there was only one bed???, loss of virginity, dom/sub undertones, dom!Steve, sub!reader, switch!Bucky, unprotected sex, praise, slight degradation, overstimulation, face fucking, fingering, slight spanking, edging, doggy style, aftercare.
Summary: There’s only one bed and you have to share it with your childhood friends Steve and Bucky.
A/N: Listen… there was only one bed is my favorite cheesy trope, I’m sorry. Thank you for the commission, @maryfloat , I hope you like this!!
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It’s so clichè, the way that the receptionist offers you a tight lipped smile and an apology. There must have been an error with the reservation, maybe the server crashed or something, she says, you’ve booked one room, and that room has one bed only. Coincidentally, everyone’s in town at the same time as you, and the only hotel in the area is fully booked.
How unfortunate.
She hands you the keys whilst Bucky hauls your suitcase and his up the stairs, and Steve follows behind him. She eyes them warily and whispers to you, asks if you’re safe and comfortable, and apologises again for the inconvenience.
When Steve, ever the gentleman, proposes they sleep on the floor, you’re almost tempted to accept and thank him. They’re big and strong, and one night on the cold, hard floor won’t kill them.
You hate sharing beds anyways. It gets too warm with more than one body rolling around, and then someone hogs all the blankets, or kicks you in the shins, or elbows you in the ribs, and you can’t catch a break.
Instead you scoff and wave him dismissively. ‘I trust you guys more than I trust myself.’
And you do, really. You’ve known them since those awkward middle school days, where Bucky was chubby and covered in painful acne, and Steve was dangerously skinny and a foot shorter than you. You’ve fallen asleep on their shoulders on long road trips, occasionally napped on their legs in their dorm rooms, fallen asleep on Steve’s hospital bed when he was a frail kid and you and Bucky took turns visiting him.
You trust them, you really do, but still, sharing a tiny bed with them seems more intimate, definitely more wrong, than anything you’ve ever done.
It sends a weird signal down your stomach that your brain can’t quite interpret. You’re not anxious, but as you sit sandwiched between them, you can’t say you’re relaxed either.
Bucky sits to your right, computer perched on his lap, open on the Netflix account he pays for and Steve and you leech off of. He makes the most money with his waitressing job, the old ladies love tipping him for his flirty remarks and bright smiles, so it’s only fair.
Steve munches on a chalky protein bar to your right, a frown on his forehead as he chews with his mouth open and judges Bucky’s recommended section.
“You’re not making me watch another sci-fi, Barnes.”
“And you’re not forcing me through another Studio Ghibli movie, Rogers.”
“C’mon, at least those are relaxing-,”, “and cute,” you quip, intercepting Steve’s snack and taking a bite out of it just to spite him. He side eyes you, pinching your side as hard as he can.
“Oh? I forgot you were the ones paying for the account.”
“This is literal blackmail, holding the damn Netflix over our heads like that.”
“Not sure that blackmail is the word you’re looking for, but go off, bud.”
“Don’t smartmouth me.”
“Or what?”
They bicker like they’ve always done, and you’ve been friends with them long enough to have learnt how to drown out their voices when they fight.
Sometimes your friendship feels like it’s always been, playful, sibling like. They roughhouse you, you make fun of them. It’s familiar, warm, comforting.
No matter how bad school gets, no matter how uncertain your future seems, no matter how many times you get your heart broken, you know that Bucky, Steve and you will always be there to pick yourselves back up.
Some other times the lines get blurred, and it’s scary. But the scarier it gets, the more rewarding it becomes to look for signs, finding them in the smallest of things, like how Steve gets all sulky when you go out on dates, or how Bucky constantly seeks your approval for whatever he does.
You space out as they pick a movie, your mind eerily quiet, your body weirdly warm.
There’s a pit in your stomach that you can’t understand fully. It’s been there a while, ever since your friendship has started to shift, and your stares have been lingering as much as their affectionate touch.
Your eyes travel from Bucky’s black t-shirt to his side profile, tracing the gentle slope of his nose and his pouty lips. Lately, you’ve been looking at him a lot more, catching yourself in the act and shaking yourself out of your thoughts.
What thoughts, you don’t know. Your mind is blank more often than not when you’re set on him. When you’re with them.
You’re doing it again, unconsciously, until Steve elbows you in the side, and you’re rudely snapped out of your reverie.
“You’re too quiet,” he mumbles, eyeing you suspiciously.
“Which is weird since you never shut the fuck up,” quips Bucky, hitting you with his shoulder, effectively bringing you back to reality.
You resist laughing because you’ll never give him the satisfaction, and just swing back at him.
“I’m just tired, ‘s all. My neck hurts a lot, guess we’re getting old, huh.”
Bucky just shrugs and presses play on the movie they’ve chosen. You smile at Steve as convincingly as you can to get him off your case.
He nods at you, not quite sold, but leaves it at that, knowing better than to prod you.
“Want me to give you a massage?” he asks, wiggling his fingers in front of your face.
“Please?” you pout, turning your back to him.
Your thought process was that you can never refuse Steve’s healing hands. You didn’t think it through so much, clearly, as he kneads the knots in your neck and you feel your lower body coming alive, a warmth pooling awkwardly in your belly.
Bucky gives you the most offended, betrayed look you’ve ever seen, frowning and pouting like a petulant child.
“S’ not fair. I want a massage too,” he whines, shimmying his shoulders in your direction, offering you the best puppy eyes he can muster.
Cute, you think. “Gross,” you say, “I’ll give you one if you stop with the face.”
He just sticks his tongue out, wiggling between your legs.
The movie plays in the background, your mind too focused on Steve’s warm hands on your bare skin and Bucky’s back muscles flexing under your touch.
The hot feeling in your chest is back when his eyes move from the screen to yours, a goofy smile on his lips, features relaxed.
You bury your hands in his silky hair, scratching his scalp. He almost moans, butting your palm like a kitten.
He’s so effortlessly sweet that it hurts.
It’s silent in a comfortable way, with the sound effect of the movie lulling you all, except your traitorous brain, in a serene state.
It’s a kids movie, and you’re just giving yourselves a massage like you’ve done hundreds of times before, but something feels different about it, in the way that Steve’s warm breath tickles your neck, or the way that Bucky turns around every few minutes just to smile at you.
At some point your hands stop moving, and your back is flush to Steve’s front as he holds you in his arms, Bucky’s head on your lap as he hugs your thighs to his body, fingers absentmindedly caressing your skin, hiking up your legs, higher and higher-, goosebumps erupting all over you. He stops just before the hem of your shorts, making his way down to your knee, just to do it all over again.
You can no longer deny the fluttering in your core, nor the slick gathering in your panties at the thought of what would happen if he just crept higher.
By the time that the end credits roll around, you're cocooned in their warmth, Bucky asleep on your stomach, your own eyes droopy. You’re drowsy, pliant in Steve’s hold as he adjusts you both comfortably on the pillows.
The last thing you feel, as darkness envelops the room, is his lips on your forehead as he whispers to you good night.
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You hate sharing beds, but when you wake up in the middle of the night between them, you think you may not hate it as much as you thought.
Bucky is a messy sleeper, arm swung over your hips, legs sprawled over half the mattress, face buried in the pillow next to yours, back gently rising with every breath he takes.
Steve is more put together. He sleeps on his side, lips parted, one arm under the pillow, the other close to your side, his fingers intertwined with yours.
You don’t know how long you spend staring at the ceiling, heart hammering in your chest, wondering if this shift in your friendship will bring you closer or break you apart in the long run. You don’t want to entertain the chances of them breaking your heart, or you breaking theirs.
Even the possibility of having to choose between one of the two seems absurd to you.
The bed creaks under Bucky’s weight as he turns to you, tightening his hold on your hips. You’re paralized as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, a breathy whine escaping his lips. All your blood travels to your face when you feel his hard on rub against your legs, his hips uncounsciously rutting on you.
“So soft,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering open.
You’re staring at each other, almost in a daze, and maybe it’s because it’s pitch black outside and you’re in your own little dimension, or maybe it’s the adoration in his bleary eyes, but you don’t turn away when he closes the distance between you.
The kiss you share is soft, lazy, tentative.
You prod his mouth open with yours, tongues swirling together with no rush and no shame. You’d imagined kissing your best friend would feel more awkward than this, and instead his warmth, his taste, his hungry kisses, everything about it seems natural to you, like it’s what you’re supposed to have been doing all this time, a chance you were too scared to take.
You’re so lost in the moment that you barely register the lips on your neck and another set of hands making its way under your t-shirt, settling on your stomach, fingers barely grazing the underside of your boobs.
As soon as his mouth detaches from your own, Steve is pouncing on you, his kiss more rough and demanding than Bucky’s, tongue less hesitant as it explores you, wiping any remnant of sleep out of your mind.
You’re breathless as he invades all your senses, barely wrapping your head around the fact that your shy friend is eating you whole and the flirty, outgoing one is just looking with hunger and rubbing himself on your leg.
Steve breaks away from you, a string of drool connecting you, his eyes dark with desire. He pecks your lips again, smirking at you as he lowers his face, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw, to the column of your neck, down your collarbones, settling between your tits.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, grasping the hem of your t-shirt, “Can I touch you? I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
You nod fervently, growing needy with each passing second, “Please Steve, just touch me.”
Bucky gets bolder, kissing you with more conviction this time. Your clothes are shedded, his bare skin heated against yours, your hands in his hair.
Steve takes his sweet time making his way downwards, leaving a trail of bruises on your chest, stomach, hips, kneading your ass. He settles between your legs, looking up at you as he closes his mouth on your clothed pussy, sucking through your panties and leaving a wet mark on them.
You’re embarrassingly horny, arousal dripping out of you, nipples stiff as Bucky plays with them. You want him to rip your panties to shreds and take you right there and then, but Steve has other plans, enjoying the way you’re so pliant underneath him.
He grabs you by the hips, turning you around with your face down and your ass up in the air. The string of your underwear is almost swallowed between your puffy folds, stained with your slick.
Steve takes a deep breath before tugging the string up, teasing your swollen clit with the material, raptured by the way you’re so open and ready for them, glistening with desire.
Bucky sits back on the headboard, eyes half lidded, legs spread before your face. You trace the outline of his hard cock through his boxers, mouth watering at the idea of him inside you, filling you up.
Steve doesn’t give you the time to touch him before he’s tugging you upwards by the hair, flush to his chest. His breath tickles your neck as he teases you through your panties.
“Are you gonna be good for me? For us?”
You don’t have to think about it, strings of ‘yes’, ‘please, ‘touch me’, leaving your lips as if having a mind of their own. It would be embarrassing to be this wanton with anyone else, but with them, everything is like it’s meant to be.
“Then be a good girl, okay? Show Bucky how good you can be with that pretty mouth of yours,” he grunts in your ear, pressing his hard on against your ass cheeks, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
You nod, grind yourself on his cock, so pent up and desperate for release that you rub your legs together just to feel the string of your panties digging in your folds, hoping it would help soothe the ache in your cunt.
“Of course you have, you little slut,” he grunts, pushing your head down on the mattress as Bucky tugs his underwear down.
Yours is ripped by Steve, thrown somewhere in the room, exposing your quivering hole to the cold air. Arching your back, you silently beg for something, anything, which comes in the form of a sting and a loud smack reverberating in the stuffy room.
Steve smacks your pussy again, and again, and again, until the sharp pain in your clit becomes so pleasant that you could come just from that. Bucky wastes no time yanking your head towards his crotch, slapping his heavy cock on your cheek, until your face burns with humiliation and need.
Your hands tremble as you reach for him, hesitating before licking a stripe from the base to the tip, savoring his musky pre cum. You swirl your tongue around the head, teasing his sensitive slit with kitten licks, hands fondling with his balls.
Steve’s thick finger prodding at your entrance makes you gasp, giving Bucky the perfect opportunity to shove your face down his cock until you’re coughing, lungs burning, clawing at his things as he holds you down.
“Calm down, Bucky. Stop bein’ so desperate,” Steve’s voice is muffled in your ears as you struggle for air, feeling light headed.
He plunges a finger inside your pussy, then another, eased by the embarrassing amount of wetness dripping out of you.
Bucky whines something in return, yanking you up. Tears blur your vision as you heave, barely getting enough air in your lungs before he pushes you down again, using your head as a flashlight.
He keeps you still, nose buried in the dark hair of his pelvis, as he stands on his haunches. Grabbing your face with both hands, he starts relentlessly pummelling inside you, fucking your mouth with abandon.
With a broken moan he thrusts all the way down, his balls slapping your chin, fingers clamping around your nose when you start gagging.
“Oh, she likes that. She’s squeezing my fingers,” Steve says, scissoring his fingers between your gummy walls, “Do it again.”
Bucky pinches your nose one more time, depriving you of all air. Dark spots start appearing at the sides of your vision, mind hazy. He lets up before you faint, barely giving you time before he’s stuffing your mouth with his cock once more.
Steve lays down between your legs, face up. From his perspective he can see your glistening pussy, your tits bouncing with the force of Bucky’s thrusts, and his cock disappear between your abused lips. You’re being so good to them that he feels like rewarding you.
His hands guide you to sit down on his face, your moans muffled as he latches onto your swollen clit. He sucks on it until you’re on the edge of your orgasm, walls quivering with the need to release.
He stops just before you can reach your peak, and spanks your clit again.
“You’re not coming on my mouth now.”
Your throat vibrates around Bucky’s cock with moans of pleasure, spurring him on to hold you down longer, chasing his own orgasm with a string of curses.
“She’s gonna faint, idiot,” Steve scolds him, tearing you away from Bucky’s cock, drool dripping down your sore jaw.
“She can handle it,” rasps Bucky, rolling his eyes.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you frown, slapping Bucky’s hands away when he reaches for you.
“Brats, both of you,” Steve sighs condescendingly, “Be more gentle. And you,” he warns, pinching your inner thigh, “don’t talk unless it’s to beg for more, ‘kay?”
There’s a pause, an awkward moment when you don’t know where to look, what to do with your hands, waiting for Steve to take control again, like he always does.
“So-” Bucky starts, looking up at Steve for guidance, “What now?”
“You’re both- y’know, it’s your first time actually doing it, right?” he asks after pondering for a second, eyes darting between the two of you.
“Yes,” you both respond, and he hums.
“Then you two should go first, be each other’s first times. It makes more sense. I got her ready, so it shouldn’t hurt.”
The idea of Bucky’s cock inside you makes you a bit anxious, considering how much you struggled taking him in your mouth, jaw still sore from his abuse, but it also fills you with warmth.
You trust them blindly, and you want this, you want him to be the first one inside you for whatever reason.
There’s no need for words between you, a tiny nod and a reassuring smile all you need to settle on the pillows, spreading your legs for Bucky to settle in between.
He’s always so sure of himself, but in the moment he looks like a lost puppy. He pumps himself a few times, and braces his weight on one arm as he lines his cock with your entrance.
He gives you one more kiss, tasting himself on your lips, before pushing past your entrance. The tip is barely in by the time that you screech, the pain sharper than you imagined, and Bucky halts immediately despite looking like he’s about to bust on the spot.
Your pussy feels like it’s burning, and no amount of fingers inside you could have prepared you for the stretch of your walls.
“It’s okay,” Steve whispers in your ear, a hand rubbing your shoulder to comfort you, “You’re doing so good, being such a good girl, you’re so perfect. It will go away before you realize, promise.”
“Okay, okay, I can do this,” you pant, digging your nails in Bucky’s back.
“Let’s switch, it will hurt less if you’re on top,” Steve suggests, and you and Bucky comply.
He lays down on the pillows as you straddle his hips, propping yourself up on his toned abs. Steve kneels at your side, holding you up as you hover over him.
Your heart’s beating out of your chest as you grasp Bucky’s cock, taking a deep breath to steel yourself before inching down on him, whimpering with every centimeter that gets swallowed by your gummy walls.
The stretch feels like it’s splitting you open, and if it weren’t for Steve’s strong arms, you’d collapse and cry on Bucky’s chest.
Steve whispers praises and reassuring words in your ear and kisses your tears away, swirling his fingers around your clit to help you out, and Bucky caresses the sides of your waist, mumbling broken apologies to you, kissing your neck.
Once you finally bottom out, you still and slump on Bucky’s shoulder, burying your nose in his hair, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent.
The pain is throbbing, burning, but it becomes more subtle and bearable the longer Bucky stays inside you.
“Okay, it’s getting better” you wheeze in an attempt to encourage yourself, “But I can’t feel my legs now.”
They break in a fit of laughter, easing the tension in the room.
“Let’s switch again,” Bucky proposes, slightly out of breath with the way that your pussy is squeezing him in a vice, “I can move.”
You nod, clinging to his neck as he lifts you up, careful not to let his cock slip out of you.
“I want to feel you close,” Steve says, slightly out of breath, “Lay her on me.”
They help you lay on his chest, Bucky’s cock still buried inside you, the pain fading away in a dull sting.
You’re sandwiched between their bodies, enveloped by their warmth and affection, coated in your slick and their sweat, and despite the discomfort, you’ve never felt as full of love as now.
Bucky seeks permission with his eyes, then reassurance from Steve, and starts rocking his hips tentatively, biting hard on his lips to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly fast.
His cock drags against your walls, a ring of white cream slowly accumulating around the base.
It’s not painful anymore, slightly uncomfortable at times when he’s accidentally too rough, but the burn is now a simmering heat that grows in your core with every thrust.
Steve sings praises in your ear, “Look how good you’re doin’, taking Bucky’s cock so well, you’re such a good girl,” whilst Bucky rutts needily on you.
He’s sloppy in his movements, and his hips don’t have a rhythm to them. He takes you high, close to a release, just to fuck it up again when he stutters, involountarily edging you over and over again.
“I’m close, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum inside you,” he moans.
In a blur you’re on your stomach. Bucky positions you on your knees and pummels inside you again, thrusting more forcefully as he loses himself in the pleasure.
You whimper between Steve’s tender kisses before Bucky tears you away from him, yanking you flush against his chest.
“I love you, I love you, love you so much, love you,” he keeps mumbling, tightly clutching his arms around your stomach and tits, slamming you hard on him.
At that angle Bucky’s cock pushes against a sensitive spot inside you that makes the coils in your stomach tighter, your clit throbbing and your walls clamping down on him.
Steve, never one to be outdone, sits back on his haunches and manhandles your head down again until you’re faced with his hard, leaking cock.
He’s trimmed more neatly than Bucky, but he’s just as big and intimidating.
He slaps his cock on your lips, smearing his precum on you. You’re a moaning mess, automatically taking him in your mouth, savoring his musk on your tongue.
Your jaw is still sore but you do your best to accommodate Steve, eager to please. You relax your muscles and let Bucky’s thrusts do the work for you, already lightheaded with the lack of air.
They keep stuffing you with their cocks, bouncing you between each other, the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy and the bed creaking filling the room.
Bucky’s fingers teasing your clit, your lungs burning, your vision going spotty, it’s all too much for you.
Just as you think you’re about to reach your peak, you feel Bucky pause and stutter, a choked moan escaping his throat as he comes, stuffing you full of his warm cum. Steve comes at the same time, and you almost choke on his release as he spills his load down your throat.
It feels good, you’re fuller than you’ve ever been, but it’s still not enough to push you over the edge.
You both collapse on Steve, exhausted, cum pouring out of your hole and onto the sheets. You expect him to take you immediately after, instead he snakes a hand between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit, overstimulated with all the touching.
“You did so well, baby, you were so good for Bucky. Now cum on my fingers, cum for us,” he moans, twirling your bud between his fingers.
Pent up as you are, it doesn’t take long for you to finally come, almost blacking out with the intensity of your orgasm, your limbs shaking and quivering between theirs.
When you come down from your high, you’re tired out, your whole body is sore, your hips and legs hurt, and the cum seeping out of your entrance reminds you of the burning pain there, now back with a vengeance.
When morning comes, you’ll have to remind Steve to buy you Plan B.
The exhaustion catches up to you as soon as your head hits the pillow, a loud ring in your ears as you barely register your surroundings, Bucky already asleep by your side in true Bucky fashion while Steve takes care of you both, cleaning you up and tucking you in bed.
He whispers ‘I love you’ and kisses the tip of your nose.
Maybe one day you’ll say it back.
For now, you let yourself rest in their embrace, always the three of you like it’s meant to be.
Damn, 4k words of porn. This felt like giving birth or something sksjshj
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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago
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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)
So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭
MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits
Lucifer 
It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 
Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…
MC: “Good morning, love.”
Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…
They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...
MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”
The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.
MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”
Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.
MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”
Mammon
Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!
He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-
MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”
First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….
Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.
MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”
Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.
Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”
MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”
Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.
Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”
MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”
Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.
Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”
MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”
Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”
Leviathan 
Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…
When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…
When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???
When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!
Levi: ……….
MC: ………….
MC: …. “I can explain.”
Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”
MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”
Levi: “You think??”
Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 
MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”
Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”
MC: “Okay...?”
MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”
Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...
Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*
Levi: “Uh… just one more?”
Satan
When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 
When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 
I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?
After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!
Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”
When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...
When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…
They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.
MC: … Page 47.
They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.
Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏
Asmodeus 
Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...
Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!
Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)
Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.
What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!
Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”
MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”
They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.
MC: “… Or just at me?”
Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.
Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭
MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”
Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘
And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...
Beelzebub 
Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...
What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 
Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.
MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”
Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.
The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 
MC: “Congratulations!!!”
They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.
Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”
MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”
The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.
MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”
As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??
Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”
MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”
MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*
MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”
They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…
Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏
Belphegor 
Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...
But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.
MC: “Beeelllppphie….”
The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.
Belphie: “What now...?”
MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”
What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!
Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”
MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”
They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.
Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”
His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...
While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.
MC: *grins* “Mine now!”
They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.
Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏
The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.
MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”
Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”
MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫
They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!
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malleux · 4 years ago
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PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE
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spell [3]. | corpse husband
part one ; part two
-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader
-> Genre: Fluff
-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments
-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!
corpse husband taglist is closed!
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You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.
You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.
Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.
So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.
But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?
You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.
A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.
“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.
“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.
You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”
You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.
“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“
“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”
“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”
“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”
Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.
“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”
꧁꧂
“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”
“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”
Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.
The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.
You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.
“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”
You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.
“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”
Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.
“Why are people so mean to others?”
Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You're excused. Now come here.”
You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.
Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.
“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”
You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.
꧁꧂
Your body ached.
As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.
Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.
Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.
You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.
Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.
You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.
“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.
“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”
Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.
“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.
“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.
“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”
You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.
Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.
“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”
“God, you’re perfect for me.”
You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.
“Shit, the pancakes!”
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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago
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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader
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synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 
wc: 3k
tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 
a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).
Moving in was a bitch. 
For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 
You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 
It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 
A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 
He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 
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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 
“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 
The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 
“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--
“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 
“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 
But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 
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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.
“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 
“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 
“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 
It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 
You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 
You’d had enough. 
Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.
“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 
“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 
“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 
“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 
“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.
“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 
“H-how…” 
“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 
All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 
“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 
“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 
“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 
“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 
“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”
You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.
“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 
As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 
“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 
“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 
His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 
“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 
“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 
Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 
Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 
“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 
“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 
“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.
“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 
“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 
“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 
When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 
“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”
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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago
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restless- b. barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and steve rogers warnings: mentions of nightmares and clingy bucky but it’s mostly fluff about: bucky can’t sleep without y/n a/n: i was going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep :| my computer was literally open and nearly dead when i woke up lmao
today marks one week that you’ve been gone, and with it, the official shortest amount of sleep that bucky has gotten in a week. he supposes it’s sightly pathetic that he can’t sleep well- or, really, at all- without you, but you continuously tell him you chase his nightmares away for him, and without you there to make them disappear, where else will they go but deep into the crevices of his mind, where they’ll hide long enough for him to let his guard down and lull himself to sleep, only to wake up with the ugly memories of things he hoped he’d forgotten. he’s constantly told that his attachment to you is overbearing- not by you, though. never by you- because it must be, with how much he clings to your side, always touching some part of you so that he’s sure that, yes, you’re there. not a dream or an illusion, although you’re good enough to be one.
he misses every part of you; your fingers and the way they run through his hair, trace his features with such tenderness he nearly believes he is what you see, your voice and its ability to transform the most mundane words into the greatest poetry, sing soft songs into his skin until he’s fallen asleep, your eyes and how they examine him in the best way possible, glowing when they meet his.
he longs for you, but he can only imagine your smile, the bitter reminder that you’re probably showing it to some psychopath for the mission you’re on. he hates steve every time the memory is evoked, the panic that comes with your being used as bait for some of the most screwed up villains in the world only returning stronger. he’s tempted to go get you himself, uncaring if he screws up the mission because at least he’ll have you.
stark will call him pathetic, then go to bed with the love of his life, so bucky prefers keeping his thoughts about you to himself, much like he’d like to keep you. you’ve told him you can handle yourself, and bucky never doubts it, having been victim to the using of your skills when he first encountered you as the winter soldier. you kicked his ass then, and you kick any and all ass now.
it doesn’t help his sleeping schedule, though your calls do. he swears you’re an angel because there’s no way a normal human could glow like that through a screen, but you always laugh off his words and simply tell him to turn his brightness down. however, you haven’t taught him that yet, so he greets you with the same sentence every time. his smile is always brighter after your calls, the dark bruises under his eyes reduced as if he got a full night’s rest. it’s your effect on him, and as much as everyone teases you both for it, they appreciate it.
you’re due to come back in a week or two, but bucky is unsure he can wait that long, and judging from your chirpier-than-usual voice in your latest interaction, you’ve finished early, like you always do. he likes to imagine it’s because of him, behind the deprecating voice that screams at him why would it be? (the answer is that you love him and hate every second you’re away from him)
sam scoffs when he overhears him telling that to steve, sitting down next to bucky, “man, there is no way you can tell that from a phone call. even if you could, i know she’s good, but to shave two weeks off mission time? natasha hasn’t even been able to do that.” a proud smile grows on bucky’s face without his permission as he shrugs, “she’s that good,” he brags, choosing to ignore the fake gag sam sends his way.
you frown when he tells you what he thinks on your call a few hours later, lips puckering into a small pout, “how did you know? i wanted it to be a surprise!” you ask through a crackled voice. so much for state of the art technology, bucky thinks, but is glad nonetheless to hear your voice. “i know you too well, doll. you’re really coming back today?”
you nod excitedly, biting your bottom lip. “mhm! i missed you and my bed too much to stay here a moment longer. villains are such pervs,” you complain, nose scrunching. bucky’s jaw sets when he hears your words, immediately thinking the worst. “but, i’m coming back today, so it’s fine. what do you want to do when i get back?”
bucky shrugs, “be with you,” he answers simply, making you laugh. “other than that, dummy. we could watch a movie, have a little date night to make up for the one i missed while i was gone.” bucky grins at this, remembering his plans for that night. “okay,” he agrees, “we’ll watch one of those movies on my list. although sam put some weird ones.”
you concur through chuckles that pass through the phone, reminding him how much you love him. he swears an oath to never let you go again and bites back a yawn that you see right through. “you’re sleeping the moment i get back,” you instruct, and bucky nods with your words, even when the sole idea of your being within arm’s reach is obviously too enticing to pass up for sleep. “whatever you want, doll. as long as you’re here.” he replies, thinking about spending the night pressing kisses to your hair and checking for any injuries you may have withheld from him.
the sentence is dishonest and you both know it, but you leave it at that, missing him too much and sure he’ll rest with how exhausted he must be. you say goodbye without the actual words, only giving a blown kiss and a “see you later.”
bucky spends the rest of the hours without you thinking of you, skimming through the words written in the little blue notebook you got him to replace his old one. that one sits on his dresser, the disuse proven by the layer of dust that covers it. the names he spent hours agonizing over, tracing his fingers over the indents made by the pen, are hidden by its cover. they never fade from his mind, though. only half of the pages of the one you gave him are blank now, and the ones that aren’t are bright and white, inviting him to drop his pen on the lines and jot whatever reference he didn’t understand but wants to. he eyes the names of the movies and shows, some accompanied by quotes that refer to them. “new girl: nick miller,” he reads, remembering how one of your friends said he was the avenger version of the character. “friends: ‘joey doesn’t share food,” sam told him that one when he didn’t let him have any of his chips. he looks at clueless, recalling the way all of his teammates stare at scott whenever the movie comes up. there are a couple pages like this, some of them recommendations and others titles he kept hearing. tonight, he decides on starting a new show, but he leaves the actual show up to you to decide.
you arrive a couple hours later, when stars have littered the darkness that bled through the sky. it’s all very rom-com-filmesque, the way you light up when you see his face- even through how tired you clearly are- and how you jump into his arms, ignoring the ache in your muscles because the way his arms wrap around you seems to make it disappear. he gathers you in his arms and kisses everywhere on your face, treasuring your laugh and the feeling of your lips pressing to his shoulder when you hug him again.
even when you pull away, he doesn’t let go of your hand, flesh fingers tracing small circles into your skin. you don’t complain, even when steve shoves papers in front of you and asks you to sign them with a sheepish look. sam comes by and teases bucky lightheartedly, hounding bucky to let you have both your hands. you chuckle at his request and squeeze bucky’s fingers, kissing the back of his hand, “oh, no, he better not,” you half-joke. he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he gently draws you closer.
you don’t feel like driving at the moment, and you need to water your plants, completely sure that wanda forgot to do it, so you end up going to your room, even though you spend most of your time at his own room or your apartment outside the compound. you can tell how little the room has been used by the spotless counters and floors, furniture clean of any of the knickknacks you usually leave. you only sleep here when bucky leaves for long missions, his absence is overly blatant when he’s gone, and your plants keep you from feeling too alone.
you usher bucky inside, tugging open your drawers to search for something for him to wear. you grin at the soft fabric under the pads of your fingertips, recalling the memory of stealing them from bucky’s closet to soak in his scent when you couldn’t have the real thing. the considerable use has washed away all traces of him, and you decide that needs to be fixed, picking out clothing for him.
you change into one of his old shirts and make tea while he changes, smiling when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your jaw. “what do you want to watch tonight?” he asks, and you contemplate it while you pour your drinks, shoveling spoons of sugar into each one to make it as sweet as possible- his favorite. “new girl, i think you’ll like it,” you reply after a moment.
he unravels his arms from around you, taking the mugs from the counter and following you to your room after you peck his cheek in thanks. “okay, i want to see what this nick miller is all about,” bucky says, making you laugh softly. “c’mon,” he urges, opening his arms for you after setting the cups down. you cuddle up to his side after you grab your computer, setting up netflix and choosing the show.
halfway through the first episode, bucky feels the fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks, hours of missed sleep catching up to him now that he’s finally relaxed and comfortable. keeping his eyes open is a job all on its own, and the sweet smell of your hair combined with the way your fingers move on his chest, softly writing letters and drawing shapes, is too much to resist.
you barely notice when he shuts his eyes, the evening of his breathing alerting you he’s succumbed to his tiredness. you stop the video and quietly shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside table while moving as little as possible. he feels you shift through your efforts, pulling you closer in his sleep. you chase away his nightmares like you always do, letting him sleep his first full night since you left.
he wakes up rejuvenated and embarrassed, sputtering out embarrassed apologies that you shush with kind reassurances and tender kisses. he’s reminded of how wonderful you are when you turn, arms extending to reach into your bag and carrying out a small stuffed animal that you say reminded you of him.
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chiliiscereal · 3 years ago
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Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?
...✨Living with the turtles✨
Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles
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-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD
-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!
-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way
-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas
-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”
-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up
-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing
-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some
-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition
-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?
-you’re their human
-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?
-there you are
-lots of working with splinter in that field
-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation
-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work
-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”
-“compliment you about your work?”
-“well, if you insist.”
-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it
-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping
-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it
-“it’s literally 1 am.”
-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”
-“alright just stop pulling on me!”
-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it
-he’ll try, that’s for sure
-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face
-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help
-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”
-it’s not just Donnie though.
-it’s Mikey as well
-“look at what I drew!”
-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”
-“oh... about an hour?”
-“that’s really good!”
-“really?”
-will even ask you to put it on the fridge
-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work
-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week
-needs lots and lots of hugs
-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride
-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor
-and who could forget Leo
-not you that’s for sure
-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention
-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it
-“for Y/n’s honor!”
-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”
-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”
-jumps out from every corner to scare you
-can never seem to get you to flinch
-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though
-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder
-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump
-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department
-especially with weight lifting
-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”
-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though
-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf
-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way
-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived
-only responsible roommate out of the four
-only one that washes the dishes
-video games all the time
-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games
-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night
-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you
-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no
-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”
-winner gets bragging rights
- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April
-come on, she’s cool as hell!
-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general
-nosey boys
-very very nosey
-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair
-you have a diary?
-expect Leo to go through it in one night
-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?
-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter
-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer
-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows
-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books
-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking
-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space
-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair
-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store
-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay
-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened
-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it
-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up
- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie
-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway
-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks
-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed
-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence
-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him
-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone
-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would
-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join
-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear
-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates
-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them
-school
-school happens
-you have to deny them because of homework
-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting
-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better
-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster
-Raph is simply your company
-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had
-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it
-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him
-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on
-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure
-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring
Sorry this is all I got!
If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!
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kimnjss · 4 years ago
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rainy days | myg
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⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // yoongi focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pure unedited filth. ⇢ word count: 4.9K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f/m. receiving), sleepy jimin just wants to fuck, ass eating, squirting, anal fingering, voyeurism, slight biting, hickeys, fingering, face sitting, sixty-nining, over stimulation, cum inside. ⇢ A/N: alot of people said yoongi for this episode... literally all of you, but a few people said jimin - so i added him a bit too! hope you guys like it - let me know what you think x
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The loud chatter on the other side of the door is what pulls you from your slumber. After a long night of playing ping pong with Jimin and Taehyung, you were falling asleep in Jimin's room. His arms pulling your body against his as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.
He stirs when the door is being pulled open by Joon, words leaving his lips that you barely comprehend waking from your slumber. Jimin murmurs in response, his words dying in the space of your neck as he moves his body closer to yours – pulling you tighter against him.
Leg lifted to wrap around your waist, completely and totally enveloping you in his warmth. He smelt nice, fresh from the shower he had taken the night before. Shifting to get more comfortable on the bed and you're automatically leaning into him. Feeling his thickness graze your thigh, followed by a sigh falling from his lips.
The grip he held around your waist tightens, body pulled tighter into yours as he rolls his hips once more. Body shivering from the new found friction between his legs. Desperate to feel more of him, you're lowering your body – just enough that the bulge straining against the fabric of his shorts is pressed right against the crack of your covered ass.
Jimin gasps, like full-on gasps, when you're grinding back against him. Dick hardening even more as he pushes against you. “You want to play? So early, baby?” Words mumbled into your ear as his hand travels up the front of your shirt, easily finding your bare breasts.
His thumb grazes over your pebbled nipple, body tensing against his as a soft moan falls from your lips. “Jimin-” You start, so ready to tell him how badly you need him, but he's quick to shush you, words being drowned out by the increase of chatter outside of your door.
The movement of his hips against yours doesn't still, dragging his hard cock over your ass while his fingers tweak your nipple underneath your shirt. Movements so slow, so subtle that it barely looks like anything from above the covers.
And you realize that's what he's hoping for when the door is being pulled open again. Jin stepping in without hesitance, only briefly taking in your close bodies before he's calling Jimin out to eat. Door left ajar, but he is picking up his speed as soon as Jin is exiting the room.
A hand cocooning the space between your legs, rubbing circles into your clit over the fabric of your panties. Movements so quick with release the only thing in mind and you're crying out at the new pressure on your sensitive bud.
A familiar sound for the younger boy just a few steps away from the door. “Fuck, Jimin. Your fingers... I want to feel your fingers,” Legs spreading wider for him, giving him all the room he needs to fuck into you with those thick fingers of his. And the hearty laugh that falls from his lips lets you know that he's ready to do exactly that.
Growing hot underneath the blanket, Jimin is quick to kick it away. Just as your hand is reaching back into the waistband of his shorts. His cock twitches in your hand as you pull it out, two powerful strokes of it has a groan falling from his lips. And the lips of the man watching from the door.
Your attention is quickly snapped up to Jungkook's figure standing in the doorway. Eyes slightly wide, as if he's afraid blinking would stop this moment, large hand palming himself through his shorts as his teeth dug into his lip – realizing his mistake of making noise. Being heard.
“Kookie,” You're moaning just as Jimin is pushing his fingers inside of you. The sound has a whimper falling from the younger boy's lips, a devilish smirk taking over the features of his elder. “Want to see how fast I can make our girl cum?” There's challenge in his voice, knowing for a fact his maknae would never turn down a challenge.
“She's so wet, Kook. Listen,” To prove his point, Jimin is speeding up the thrusts of his fingers – spreading your legs wider so that the only sound heard is the squelch of the wetness between your leg s.
His thumb pressed down on your clit, rolling it around while his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear. Eyes glued to Jungkook who has stepped further into the room, feigning for a closer look at your scarcely covered pussy. He's drooling, full-blown stroking himself as he watches you become nearer and nearer to your orgasm with each push of his Hyung's fingers.
Just faintly, you can hear the other call for them. Wonder what's taking so long for you to come out. Jimin ignores the shouts, determined to make you fall apart around your fingers – and from the way your walls are squeezing around them, he knows he's not far off. 
The hand wrapped on his cock moves un-rhythmically, an afterthought to the intense pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. He doesn't pay it much attention, hips jerking into the palm of your hand freely – giving pleasure to himself while he does the same for you.
“Fuck, Hyung, do you hear her? She's so close.” Jungkook whines, oddly entune to the way your moans change when you're about to cum. But he's so right because as soon as he's done speaking you feel the tension snap. Hips frantically rolling into Jimin's hand, his thumb pressed so deliciously against your clit.
Seeing you cum is enough to get Jungkook off, heavy cock glistening with precum as fresh spurts shoot out the tip, dirtying the floor. Jimin chuckles at the sight, Jungkook curses and jerking as he tries to catch his breath. Orgasm nearly as powerful as some he's had before, but still enough to have him feeling light-headed.
“You made the baby cum, now what about me?” You hear Jimin's voice through the cloudiness of your orgasm filled mind, but understand enough where you're shifting. His head falling back against the pillows as you reach for his shaft, easily wrapping your lips around the head.
Jungkook stays to watch you suck Jimin off. A lazy hand stroking his shaft as your head bobs up and down. Marveled with how easily you're able to swallow him down, nose pressed against the elder's shaft as if he wasn't tickling the back of your throat.
“Fuck, Yn!” He's gasping, fingers tangled in your hair to hold your face close to him. “Such a good girl, taking my whole cock.” The praise has your confidence skyrocketing, hands reaching to toy with his balls as your cheeks hallow – sucking him deeper in.
There's no warning other than the string of curse words that fall from his lips, the stutter his hips does as he thrusts into your mouth – before his cum spilling out. It's thickness filling your mouth and you take every last drop.
Cum always tasted so sweet. And he looking like a fucking angel when he was falling apart. Hooded eyes trying to focus on the way you look when your mouth filling with his cum, plump lips swollen from the way he's been biting them, eyebrows furrowed to create that sexy crease.
Jimin's gasping when you pull off of him, back arching slightly when you're running your tongue over the underside of his cock. Which, has a soft giggle falling from your lips as you lift up to his face.
“Good morning,” You greet him with a bright smile and a sloppy kiss to his lips. A kiss that has him realizing some of his cum is still in his mouth. The devilish smirk rests on his lips as he pulls back, eyes flickering over his shoulder at Jungkook who hasn't once moved from his position.
“Why don't you go say good morning to Kookie?” He suggests and you're jumping at the idea, almost literally. Hopping off of his body and all the way over to Jungkook. Arms wrapped around his neck as you pull him in close. And you don't miss the dust of pink over his cheeks just before you're lips are finding his.
He doesn't flinch or hesitate when the warmth of Jimin's cum is hitting his tongue. Instead, he's letting a groan fall from his lips. Hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in close as he licks into your mouth with much more hunger.
Kissing you like a starved man moans dying on your lips as your hand wraps around his shaft – stroking him gently. It's not until he's whining, lips falling from your as he takes to teething at your neck, do you realize Jimin has left the room. Gone to find the others.
“Noona...” Jungkook drags out with a whine, hips stilling as his cum wets your hand. The warmth, the sound of his voice, the desperate rock of his hips – has a moan slipping from your lips. Not an ounce of hesitation as you lift your hand to lick his stickiness from it.
He watches with bright eyes, not daring to tear his gaze away until you're reaching back – wrapping your sticky hand into his hair and pulling his face toward you. A soft kiss on his lips, that's much shorter than the others.
“Good morning, Kookie.” You say once you're pulling back, voice hushed as if your words are a secret only meant from him. With a large grin, he's leaning in once again to cover his mouth with his.
More than ready to show you how good this morning is.
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Finding Yoongi sat in front of the computer, beside Jin and you're easily slipping into his lap. Arm wrapping around the back of his neck as you get comfortable in his arms, shifting so your body is sideways on his lap.
“Thank you for the food,” Gazing up at him with a bright smile, your free hand lifting so you're able to run your fingers through his hair.
Yoongi is quick to react to your welcomed intrusion, an arm secured around your hips to keep you from slipping and his hand resting casually on your thigh. Moments from accepting your thanks when Jin is speaking up beside you.
“Hey. I helped too.” He wears a tiny pout on his face that has your lips stretching in a smile. A quick kiss that is blown in his direction that he's acting as if he caught, pressing his hand to his lips. Giggling, you're leaning back against Yoongi's chest.
“Should I give you one too?” A slight pout on your lips as you look up at the man. His eyes slowly shifting from the tablet in front of him to you. Tongue pushing out to wet his lower lip as the grip he holds on your thigh tightens.
Yet, he shrugs – feigning indifference. “If you want to,” He says simply but that's all the convincing you need to lean up to press your lips against his. He's groaning at the sweetness of your mouth, while his fingers slowly inch their way up your thigh.
Fingers knotted in his soft hair, you're tilting his head back just a bit so you a better reach his mouth. He's groaning when your teeth graze his lower lip, lips parting to let your tongue through. You hum against his mouth, lifting your body higher his lap – legs straddling his hips.
The roll of your hips is what sets him off. Cock hardening underneath you, while the grip he holds on your ass tightens. There was something about the attention Yoongi gave you. Always zeroed in as if you were the only thing to exist at that moment. Nothing else mattered when he was in your arms.
Covered core drags over his bulge, soft moans falling from your lips and dying against his tongue. “So hard,” You mumble, lips slipping from his to find the skin of his neck. Tongue and teeth working against his skin as your hand slides down your bodies. His cock jumps underneath your palm and you're grinning, running your fingers over his covered shaft.
“You really want to play that game, baby?” Voice deep that has a pang of arousal rushing between your legs. Without a moment of hesitance, you're nodding your hand. The tip of your nails run over his scalp in the way you know he likes as you nod up at him.
“It's not like you'll do anything about it,” You challenge quietly, loving the twitch of his cock underneath your palm.
Quick to wrap your legs around his waist as he stands from his seat, clinging to him to keep yourself from falling. And he laughs darkly an arm resting underneath your butt to lift you onto him. Without a word, he's carrying you out of the room – out of the house and you have a pretty good idea where he's taking you.
The entire walk from the Upper House to the Main House, you've got your lips on his neck. Wet kisses landing on his warm skin, tongue tracing imaginary patterns into it – which only riles him up more. With each step, his cock grazes your thigh. What you'd give to feel him buried inside of you, wouldn't even care if he decided to do it while walking with you in his arms. You just wanted to feel him.
Hoseok is looking up at the burst through the screen door, taking one look at your probably disheveled presence. Just because you were walking didn't mean Yoongi kept his hands off you. He had snuck his palm underneath your shorts, palming your bare bottom shamelessly as he carried you.
No doubt you were giving these boys a show they didn't pay for. One they've seen many times before. So wrapped up in his building blocks, Joon hadn't realized when you first entered the room. But is lifting his head at the sound of Hoseok's grunt, eyebrows raised.
Yoongi doesn't offer them a moment to comment with the way he's whisking you up the stairs without a second glance backward. The toe of his shoe is nudging the door open and he wastes no time with tossing you down on the big bed. Giggles fall from your lips as your body bounces up and down, slowing just in time to see him pull his shirt from his body.
“Take those off,” He's referring to your pants, but your attention is zeroed in on the strain of his cock against the fabric of his sweats that you're barely hearing him. Quick to tug his own pants down, revealing the black briefs that hug his hips nicely. Nearly drooling at the sight, but Yoongi doesn't allow you much time to marvel at his impressive physique.
He's climbing onto the bed, just as your fingers are dipping into the waistband of your shorts. Replacing your hands with his, he takes his time to drag the garment down your legs. A striptease just for him and he's grinning wide at the sight of your lace panties. 
“Always so pretty,” He compliments in a whisper, head tilting up until his lips are finding your neck, his large hand easily finding your clit through the fabric of your panties. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”
You're nodding before he can finish his sentence, head-turning to find his eyes. Pupils blown and lust-filled. The way he's looking at you has a moan falling from your lips automatically. “How many times do you want to cum?” Fingers dip down to collect some of your arousal, but he's quick with finding your clit again – toying with it underneath his fingers.
Almost positive, that your body could only handle two... maybe three max orgasms right now, but ever so willing to please him you lift your hips. “However many you want to give me,” His cock twitches at this, you feel it against your thigh.
“Such a good girl,” He praises, fingers speeding up in their movement between your legs. His only focus is on your clit and the pretty moans that fall from your lips each time he's applying more pressure. Your legs are spread wide for him, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers.
Still sensitive from this morning and it doesn't take much to get you worked up again. Yoongi is smirking once he notices, fingers slowing down in an attempt to tease you as he peaks up at your face. “Close already, baby?”
You've both hands wrapped around his wrist, silently pleading he didn't pull back. That he'd let you cum. Nodding slowly, your teeth nibble on your lower lip. He looks so good right now. The sun hitting his milky skin so nicely that he's glowing above you. Dark hair falling into his eyes, lips bruised red from yours. You could faintly see the marks forming on his neck courtesy of you.
And then he grins, you're done for at the sight of that big smile of his. “I'll give you an easy one,” He says with a wrinkle of his nose. Two fingers plunge inside of you at once, your hips lifting off the bed as a drawn-out moan falls from your lips. Yoongi strokes your insides slowly before he's pushing a third finger inside and picking up the pace.
Fingers not as thick as Jimin's but longer, much longer – easily pressing against that rough patch of skin-deep inside of you while his thumb continues to tease your clit.
“Fuck. Your needy little pussy is squeezing me so tight,” He speaks in mock surprise, while he peaks up to look at you. Fingers tangled in your own hair to keep it out of your face, forcing your head up as you watch the movement of his hand between your legs. Mouth dropping and eyes rolling back once he's pushing his fingers into the knuckle, effectively pushing against your gspot.
And you're falling apart right before his eyes. Hips lifted so high that he had to reach to pin them back onto the mattress. Incoherent curses falling from your lips as your orgasm turns your brain to mush.
Yoongi only slows the movement of his fingers slightly, helping you ride out your quick orgasm with a grin on his face. Only when your back is falling flat on the mattress does he pull his fingers from inside of you, greedily licking your arousal from his fingers as you look on trying to catch your breath.
“You taste so good, baby.” He groans, rolling off of your body so he's lying flat on his back. His hand lifts to grasp your thigh, gently tugging your body toward him. “Come sit on my face, let me taste more.” His own words have his cock twitching and you follow the movement of his hand as he palms himself over his boxers.
Despite the heaviness in your limbs, you're lifting your body into a kneel. Pulling your panties down the rest of the way before straightening to stand. Naked from the bottom down, your tiny t-shirt clinging to your figure. Hair in knots and cheeks flushed. He liked it best when you looked this way.
Carefully, you're setting a foot on either side of his head. Giving him an eyeful of your dripping cunt that has a wanting groan falling from his lips. His mouth is opening as you're lowering yourself onto him, lips easily wrapping around your clit.
“Oh, shit-” You gasp, body curling forward, hands moving to brace themselves on his stomach to keep yourself from folding over.
The chuckle that falls from his lips vibrates throughout your core, pulling a breathy moan from your lips. You can feel his smirk as he glides his tongue over your folds, arms looped around your thighs to hold your body in place.
Greedy moans leave his lips, as he uses his grip to spread your legs wider. Angling his head so he can push his tongue deeper inside of you, slowly dragging it back up to your clit. His tongue rolls as he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips, sharp teeth grazing over the skin.
A desperate moan breaks through your lips, legs flinching against his grasp as he gently nibbles on your clit. Yoongi's pulling your body further down onto his face, lips remaining wrapped around you as he rolls your clit between his teeth. You don't fight the way your hips grind down into his face, wanting to feel more of him.
Hands sliding down his stomach until you've reached underneath the hem of his boxers. Heavy cock jumps in your grasp as you take hold of him, stroking him slowly – unfocused as his mouth on you become more determined. 
“Yoongi, fuck!” You shout, the feeling of his tongue slipping inside of you sending a new wave of pleasure racking through your body. Cock squeezed in your hand while your hand moves over him quickly. He hisses when your lips are wrapped around the tip, sucking on it gently as your hips move in time with his tongue.
He pushes his three fingers into your core, which has your body bowing forward – more of his cock slipping into your mouth. Expertly, his fingers twist deep inside of you, tongue teasing your clit, determined to make you cum again.
Your moans are muffled by his cock down your throat, sloppily sucking him and ignoring the drool that pools at the corner of your mouth. He's making a mess too. Lips, teeth, and tongue working over your clit as he fucks into you with his long fingers. And then he's pulling away, fingers still inside of your as his head lift slightly.
There's a moment of hesitation that lingers in the air, it's short – but long enough where you're pulling him from your mouth, ready to check if he's alright. But then you feel it, tentative at first, the tip of his tongue dragging over your tighter hole. Once. Twice. Testing the waters before he's diving in and your eyes are rolling back.
“Oooh, my God. Yoongi.” Taking to lazily stroking his shaft, mind to clouded to concentrate on properly sucking him off. Yoongi moves his tongue over you as he would in your pussy. And it has you panting. Paired with the delicious twist of his fingers inside of you, you're feeling that familiar tingle builds in your stomach.
Your core tightens around his fingers, hips jerking as the pleasure builds between your legs. Yoongi's lifting his free hand, the tip of his finger rubbing over your puckered hole as he places soft kisses against your cheek.
“Should I fuck you here too?” His voice is so deep, laced with lust and you're feeling a warm gush of arousal from your core at the sound.
“P-please, Yoongi... I need to-”
Not even waiting for you to finish your sentence before the tip of his finger is dipping inside. He moves slowly until he's slipped into the knuckle and you're full of him. Both of his hands move opposite of one another, picking up the pace when you begin to loosen. 
The feeling is foreign, but the delicious burn has your body tumbling closer and closer to your release. Walls clenched tight around him as your hips rock in time with his fingers.
“Such a good girl,” He's praising as your mouth closes around his tip, sucking him deep inside of your throat. “You like having all your holes stuffed full?” Your answer is mumbled over his shaft, head nodding up and down.
He's gasping when you swallow around him, hips jerking up to push more of his cock into your mouth. Fingers speeding up inside of you and the moment his thumb is tapping against your clit – you're falling apart.
His cock falling from your lips as you sit up, hips rolling against his face as your orgasm washes over you. “Fuck, Yoongi-, shit.” You curse, legs shaking from the powerful pleasure cruising through your veins. Teeth cut into your lip, in an attempt to silence your loud cries.
Yoongi doesn't pull back, not even for a second. Mouth sucking kisses into the roundness of your ass as his fingers push and pull against your walls. Teeth grazing over your sensitive bud and your pleasure is heightened, hips flinching away from him - a squeal leaving your lips as a clear stream of cum squirts from between your legs.
Soaking his chest, stomach, and darkening the fabric of his boxers. Yoongi laughs underneath you, arms wrapped around your thighs again to pull you back down – licking up the mess around your entrance.
“I love it when you squirt for me,” He growls into your pussy, easily lifting your body from his face. In one swift movement, he's setting you onto his lap. Large hand reaching down for his wet cock, lining himself up nicely with your tight hole before he's pushing forward. Pulling a drawn-out moan from your lips. “Ride me, baby.”
You're so sensitive, it hurts. But not enough for you to stop. Not when he's looking at you like that. Lips and nose shiny with your arousal, clear droplets rolling down his chest. Hair sweaty and sticking out in random directions, from his hands, yours. He's got this dazed look in his eyes as if he were the one that had just come three times.
The stretch of having his cock inside of your sensitive cunt is quickly getting rid of the slight feeling of overstimulation. Enough for you to lift your hips, whimpering at the slow drag against your walls.
“You're so fucking tight,” He grits, both hands lifting to push his hair back as his back arches slightly while you lower yourself back onto him. From his hair, he's grasping your hips, repeating your previous movement at his own pace.
Hands circling around to grasp your ass, he uses his grip to lift and drop your body against him as his hips move to meet your movements. It's sticky, his precum filling you and mixing with what's left of your release. All the sound of wet skin slapping against each other filling the room.
“You take my cock so well, baby.” There's strain in his voice and it does wonders for your ego knowing you can make him like this. Walls clenching tight around him as you grind down against him. The velvety friction between your legs waking a dull ache.
A yelp coated masked with a giggle falls from your lips. The quick slap against your ass making your cheek jiggle underneath his palm. His hips snap roughly up into you, body bouncing over his and you're reaching for his chest to keep yourself from falling over.
His hand smacks against you again, before he's gripping the flesh; pulling your body down onto him as he lifts his hips. Filling you to the hilt and holding his cock there as he rolls his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against that rough patch of skin.
“I'm gonna cum- Babe, please..” You beg, fingers sliding down the front of your body to find your clit. Quick circles are made over the bundle of nerves as you roll your hips over his, free hand tangling in his hair as your chest finds his.
Yoongi catches your lips in a heated kiss, thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own release. His mouth tastes heavily of you, wet lips sliding over yours. “Fuck, do that again.” He murmurs when your walls clench around him. Involuntarily because of your nearing orgasm, but you tighten your muscles once more for him.
A drawn-out moan falls from his lips, strong hands coming down onto your hips to hold them still as he fucks into you with much fervor. Body bouncing over his as he fucks himself further to his release. It's not long before his cum is filling you, harsh breaths leaving his lips as he rides out his own orgasm.
With your fingers toying with your clit between you, you're not far from your own orgasm. Your walls squeezing tight around him as your toes curl lashes fluttering.
“God, baby.” He breaths once he's regained his composure, easily pulling his cock from inside of you. A soothing hand finds your back, rubbing soft circles into your skin as your body twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Both of you lay wrapped in each other, sticky and hot but neither of you has the strength to move. Your hair is twirled between his fingers as you place wet kisses against his damp skin. “You're gonna drive me insane,” He's saying after a few moments of silence passes between the two of you.
A sweet laugh falls from your lips, head lifting so you can get a better look at his flushed face. Cheeks pink and a light layer of sweat on his forehead. “That's the plan, baby.” There's a flutter in his chest from the sight of your big smile, a smile pushing on to his own lips as he leans up – covering your lips with his.
He can hear the others downstairs, loudly debating who'd come get you guys to start dinner. Yoongi doesn't flinch, doesn't make any moves of getting away from you. Set on enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms, your tongue drawing a line down the length of his neck.
Dinner could wait.
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- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.
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jiminrings · 4 years ago
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petition for stem koo to do all the things for oc he originally said no one does (make her lunchboxes, makes her cheerful...) bc i think that’s a beautiful redemption arc
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cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D
jungkook's day one of his redemption agenda doesn't go that well in the end
"namjoon!!! my man. got any updates for me?"
seokjin strolls coolly on the way to his office, hair slicked back and his dress shirt definitely missing more than a few buttons
what's head admin gonna do??? dress-code him???
fire him???? PLS HE'D BE BETTER OFF!!!!
jin makes student affairs his bitch,,, not the other way around
"for the last time, i am nOt your secretary!!" namjoon stresses as he ceases his typing just to glare at him
he's the university registrar and everyone needs to go through him and at this point he's like a historical landmark from how he's made impact in less than two years
and he and seokjin graduated from the same batch!!!! they're the uncanny always pair for the subjects they shared together
it was definitely weird but functional lol cause one is uptight yet hardworking and the other's relaxed yet smart
sue them for working in the same place they swore they'd never go back to after graduation </3
"if you say-"
"some kid's been waiting for you even before i opened the office. made him sit inside but i just told him that he'd be expelled if he even tries to touch your coffee machine."
namjoon says even before jin could finish the sentence, clearly holding that in until the last minute
jin's obviously a lil annoyed because he's starting work as early as now but the way that joon laid all that out on him is a highlight for him
"thanks. knew you're a secretary for me first and a registrar second."
"no. i'm a national citizen before-"
alright alright he's not listening anymore
this bETTER be important because jin has to hold out his morning routine for whoever this kid is
"what can i possibly do for you today?" he rubs his eyes in preparation, intentionally dragging his steps because just looking at how near he is to his work computer gives him vertigo
"mr. kim!!!"
no
there is no way
there is no fATHOMABLE way that this has got to be happening to seokjin right now
"..... jungkook. what a pleasure."
he sits on his chair, voice gritted and monotone and he could just feel his eye twitching, his clenched fist under his deck now flipping off the kid in secret
it's a last-minute realization that he grasps that jungkook doesn't know you're his friend and it presents some really unique vantage points
like the time that seokjin recounted about a ridiculous student's filing for theft of his lunchboxes and he turned out to be your crush
or when he used his student affairs capabilities and pulled up resources left and right when jungkook broke your heart then seriously contemplated about messing up his academic record
or that time when he delivered a high and sleepy you to bed and then heard the entire conversation (if you could even call it that) between yoongi and this fucking nerd
"i need your help, mr. kim. you're the closest one to me i could ask!!" jungkook pleads desperately, the big doe eyes not really inducing an effect on him whatsoever lmao
"mhmm. i may not be the person for the job. counseling is right next door."
jin hums without even attempting to get jungkook to elaborate because for all he knows, his services aren't exactly open for people who hurt his friends >:(
(a guy once bumped shoulders with yoongi twice on the same day with aTTITUDE!!! and seokjin just dismissed the dude's concerns when a prof of his, who's a buddy of jin's, suddenly gave him an F)
seokjin IS student affairs
“no, no. you’re the only one who can help me!! you see, i-i just feel this brotherly connection with you and-“
“we talked once.”
god what did you used to see in this kid??
a crybaby aND an easily-attached personality to him? god it’s like jungkook’s just asking jin to pick on him
jungkook doesn’t seem to pick up how jin’s making it obvious he really doesn’t want to be of help if it has something to do with him
he likes interrupting and jin’s just the perfect match to interrupt him even earlier so now they just sound like one of those dubsmash snippets
“MR. KIM!!! how do you make lunchboxes? i don't know how.”
jeez where are his manners :O aren’t nerds like him supposed to worship the ground that admins walk on,,,
but what did pique his attention is the content of what jungkook just said
.... lunchboxes?
jin doesn’t want to give the kid benefit of the doubt because the last time he did that, you got hurt!!!!
if he has to hear hyeji’s name one more time, he’d really waste no time in stripping jungkook’s name from the honor roll
“remember that time i thought someone was stealing my lunchboxes?” he quizzes jin like it’s his job, clueless how he’s poking the bear even more with where he decides to go with this, “yeah. turns out no one was.”
was that not made clear the first time around!!!!!! he knows for a fact that a uni student would trade a classmate for a pack of gum but nO ONE would go for stealing a lunchbox
no one wakes up one day and decides that they’d steal a lunchbox. literally none
“but then this random girl claimed that it was hers a-and well i-...”
kook pauses to gauge jin’s reaction, clearly seeing now the one brow that’s raised at him
oh so if jungkook just asked him how to make a lunchbox, and he called h-word random,,,, then that would mean-
“i may have hurt the original giver of my lunchboxes at the process.”
.... that means he’s asking how to make a lunchbox for you
well that was a pleasant surprise
seokjin snorts briefly at that, dryly chuckling with his eyes widening to stress out his “non-threat” that’s pretty mUCH a threat
“wow. i might just give you a sanction for that.”
does he think jungkook’s a good person? lol he has to think about that for a month
was he wrong for hurting you that way? ultimately yes
but did he think at some point that jungkook’s completely heartless and wouldn’t try to redeem himself to his senior? no, not completely
but is he still on your team, regardless if the kid begs for mercy and you forgive him? yea a hundred percent :D yoongi and seokjin could never be brought out from your circle
"and you're doing this why?"
this is a no-brainer question for jungkook but the question still spooks him, feeling the chills at his neck that responding to seokjin is like a sTEPPING STONE when it comes to you
lmao if only he knew
"i uh, i just really wanna make this right. i messed up completely and it's pretty much unforgivable, but i atleast wanna try and give my best even if she doesn't forgive me, y'know?"
interesting
"mhmm. right, right."
???
he's still mad but he appreciates that jeon's doing the bare minimum of redeeming himself
speaking of, the poor kid looks like he's pissing himself because he may have just embarrassed himself with how long the silence stretches out
maybe,,, just maybe jin's gonna try and be a bridge this time
but like as soon as jungkook lacks for a fourth of a second, seokjin would BURN that bridge faster than a blink
"well first of all, you buy a lunchbox."
RIGHT RIGHT
:O
jungkook grabs a literal pocket notebook and jin pretends he didn't see that because WHO the hell does that!!!!
"of course... okay, proceed!! i'm taking notes," jungkook nods in understanding, jotting down the very important advice of not ordering from online because you can't smell the material through a screen
p.s. smelling containers before you buy them is a VITAL thing to do!! it already tells you about the quality at the first sniff
"are you buying one?"
"buying one for every day of the week. i'm thinking if i should get extras too-
"good idea. i recommend buying eight."
alright seokjin's mentioning some very specific colors and schemes and jungkook's not complaining!!!
MAYBE HE'S ONTO SOMETHING!!!
"what meals should i make? i don't even know what she likes!! and even if i knew what, how would i make it?"
why is his heart racing
yoongi may have taught you how to do your taxes but jin taught you how to cook food that's more than four steps!!!
he taught you how to not flinch at all when you're frying and that's the equivalent of raising you to be the woman that you are now <3
look at him and yoongi being your best friends!! teaching you about taxes and being unnerved at cooking oil and busting out a smoke ring or two <3
in fact, the lunches you've cooked for jungkook are all inspired and derived by seokjin!!!
the fact that jungkook's plan isn't bad and the way everything pieces together with his insight,,,, goosebumps luv
"....hypothetically? what i think she'd like?"
jungkook eagerly nods with stars in his eyes, fingers gripping onto his pen for dear life as he tries to channel all his listening techniques into this lecture
"get a bigger notepad."
:O
wow
"look at you!!" yoongi gushes the moment he sees you, waiting at you from the front door
you're going back to your classes again :D
you don't look as worse as you did four days ago!! you're not as sluggish and as animated too
"please don't," you snort as yoongi doesn't seem to stop looking at you like you've saved the world, giving no fight when he insists on carrying your backpack to your first class of the day
the past four days,, yeah they were undoubtedly rough
you slept as much as you could and for the moments you weren't dejected enough to be awake, you spent it surrounding yourself with seokjin and yoongi as much as possible
that's the beauty of hanging out them!!! you're not required to have a single thought lmao
except for the time when yoongi wondered aloud how eels even live and die (or if they even do???) in the first place and that sent everyone in a spiral and you didn't think of jungkook for a single seconds
you're not intimidated to go back to regular programming or with the fact that it's nOT unlikely you'd see a glimpse of jungkook in the hall and such
but that does mean that even if you're the bigger person, you're still gonna avoid him for as long as you could
speaking of!!!! you're looking for the person now that you're eager to find
"taehyung!!"
there he is :D you'd recognize that fluffy mop of permed hair anywhere
"y/n!!"
tae jumps over chairs in excitement to finally see you again after being so worried for you, engulfing you in a hug immediately
alright you see why yoongi thinks he's a golden retriever
you're clearly not a touchy-feely person but you'd let this one pass,, tae helped you (even indirectly) throughout your downtime anyways
"thank you so much for the cookies. i tried taking smaller bites just because i didn't wanna have them disappear that easy," you confess sheepishly, knowing how you had to pull the i just got my heart broken like two days ago multiple times so the two menaces would stop stealing from your stash
:D
jungkook's excited!!!! seokjin may have given him a tip that "he felt it in his gut" that you were gonna go to class today
he came a little late because he wanted to perfect the very loaded lunchbox that's in his backpack right now
oh weird
you're not in your usual chair
bUT jungkook sees a glimpse of your hair and he's certain that you're there and his heart may be beating out of his ribcage
a baby peach lunchbox with a sticker (of what seokjin said he thought you'd like) on the middle of the lid :D
pork katsudon with furikake rice aND coffee jelly pudding on the side!!! it was definitely pressure-racking to strictly adhere to jin's recipe but god does it look worth it
jungkook's only did miniature taste tests on it and he had to stop himself from devouring the lunch that he's made specifically for you
the lunchbox itself is tied neatly with a silk wrap, adding his touch of sewing your name visibly on it aND there's a scribble taped to the lid too
god jungkook really can't wait to make it up to you
sheesh that was one of THEE longest lectures you've ever felt you had
it was actually the same amount of time it's always been but maybe you've been out of practice from just staying at your dorm for days
tae's great company but he could be a little bit chatty!!! you just nod when you feel his voice go up and he apparently gets excited by that easily
.... he apparently also has a small bladder and he told you that within the whole hour of class
"hold on. i gotta pee before next period. go without me!!!' taehyung hurriedly slings his backpack to his arm, looking ridiculous in a rush
tae's sometimes unintentionally funny because you don't even share next period anyways
you're on your way to the exit when a shiny scarf catches the corner of your eye, having to squint at it because wow does it look pretty
is that-
is that your nAME???
you pick it up before you could even rationalize it, realizing then what it was wrapping when you feel the warmth on your hands
:")
"sorry i forgot my headband!!!"
taehyung stumbles back into the room, catching his breath to run back to his seat and fetch the headband he took from his hair to play with awhile ago
he looks shocked to see what's on your hands, flicking his gaze between you and the item but he doesn't think much of it
wOW that's a really shiny scarf!!!
"tae?"
"hmm yeah? what's up?"
he's about to jog back to the comfort room because he hasn't really relieved himself yet, not bearing to leave his headband in the room when anyone could snatch it up
you raise your lunchbox, a thankful gaze on your eyes that looks so close to crying which is why tae's mORE than lost now
"thanks for the lunch."
..
.....
jungkook could only helplessly watch.
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