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writing0305 · 7 months

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Hi, may I request something with Butcher? Prompts #5 and #15. Maybe the electricity goes out in the place where the boys are crushing for the night, and it's cold and windy so they're all freezing. Reader had to share a room with butcher, and when he sees her shivering he offers her his coat. It's still freezing though so they end up having to cuddle for warmth which makes reader anxious since they have a massive crush on butcher. Maybe butcher thinks he's making them uncomfortable, which leads to an unexpected confession and then to them falling asleep entangled in each other's arms :)

thank you in advance and feel free to change anything you want on my request 🙏💕

Heartbeat.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You've had a crush on Butcher for a long time and one powerless and cold night pushed you two closer together and made confessions come out.

Warning: Swearing. That's it, I think?

Prompt: Fluff - 5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."

15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good a good thing?" - "It’s… It’s comforting."

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Thank you for this request!! I enjoyed writing it so much!! I hope I did your request justice and you like it!!

It had been weeks since you, along with the boys, had to go into hiding. All your covers had been blown and you were all burned. Grace Mallory had been kind enough to help you with a hideout. The place was shitty and falling apart and the neighborhood was sketchy.

It was only three bedrooms between the six of you and everyone had to room up together. Frenchy had insisted that Kimiko and him share, and before you could intervene, Hughie had already claimed MM as his roommate.

Hughie was one of the only people who knew about the crush you have on Butcher. The second he joined the boys, you and Hughie grew close and one night after sharing a bottle of wine, you confessed to Hughie that you liked Butcher. And since that very fucking day, Hughie has done everything in his power to push you and Butcher closer together.

Butcher didn’t mind sharing a room with you, but for you, it was a living hell. You were extremely aware and self-conscious of everything you did around Butcher. You two had a close relationship and that only made it harder for you. Because you couldn’t pull away from him without him getting suspicious but pretending to only want to be close friends with him was torture.

One night you were in the living room, sitting on a crappy couch with Butcher and Frenchy. While they watched a movie, your attention was running around the dimly lit room. You always tried to keep noise and lights to a minimum in the house, so as to not draw any attention. Right now, the room was only illuminated by the small TV screen.

Suddenly the TV went off and the place felt ten times darker and colder in the absence of power. MM came out of the room he shared with Hughie, who was already sleeping. “Is the power out?” He asked as he glanced around.

Butcher stared at the turned off tv for a second before tilting his head to look over at MM.“No, can’t ya see the TV is on? Look, they’re showing those fuckin’ rich sisters with the ginormous asses.” He snarkily replied as he pointed towards the TV and Frenchy let out a chuckle.

MM rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You gotta be a dick all the time?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows at Butcher.

Butcher offered him a lopsided smirk as he spread out his arms by his sides. “It’s my trademark.” He replied and MM rolled his eyes again as he shook his head.

You got up from the couch, patting your feet through the dark. You made your way over towards one of the windows that had been plastered over one of the many busted windows in the place. You shivered at the cold breeze blowing over your face as you peeled a piece of the newspaper back and glanced outside at the pitch-black streets. “Look’s like the whole street is out.” You informed them as you pulled away from the window and Frenchy turned on the flashlight of his phone, lighting the room up a little. “Fuck, it’s freezing in here.” You muttered as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Maybe we can start a fire, no?” Frenchy asked as he looked between you, Butcher, and MM with raised eyebrows.

MM slowly turned around to face Frenchy, raising his eyebrows. “On the fucking floor?” He asked as he pointed his hands down at the floor before shrugging his shoulders. “Where the fuck are you going to make a fire, Frenchy?” He asked, seeing as the shitty place didn’t have a fireplace.

“It was just a suggestion,” Frenchy muttered softly as his lips slightly pouted out and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah well, it was a dumb fucking suggestion.” MM huffed as he shook his head at Frenchy, a frown tugging at his lips that nearly made him look disappointed and it made you smile.

“I’m going to bed.” You muttered with a soft sigh as you stretched your back and the three men said their goodnights as you sauntered off to your room. Two mattresses lay on the floor, both on opposite sides of the room. You sighed as you glanced at your mattress with only one blanket lying across it.

You pulled on a sweater to warm yourself up a little in the cold. The only window in the room was busted as well and it allowed for a cold breeze. You kicked off your shoes, keeping your socks and even your jeans on. You all had grown used to keeping your day clothes on for when you had to leave through the night in a hurry.

You climbed underneath your blanket and pulled your knees up to your chest as you lay on your side. Your body trembled every time you shivered and your teeth began to clatter. Your muscles quickly grew sore as your shivers grew more frequent.

The door to the room opened and Butcher looked down at you, eyebrows deeply furrowing. “Jesus, I can hear ya fucking teeth clatter all the way down the hall.” He grunted with a huff as he made his way through the room, kicking a bag of clothes out of his way.

You scoffed as you sat up on your mattress, lips pouting as you rested your chin on your knees, wrapping your arms around your legs. “As if this place wasn’t cold enough to begin with.” You muttered softly. “Why don’t we have more blankets?” You asked with a sigh.

Butcher turned to you, quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry luv, wasn’t on the fuckin ‘running from every law in this country’, bucket list.” He replied as he shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms out by his sides.

You stared up at him, pursing your lips. “You know, MM is right.” You muttered softly, but there was a lighthearted tone to your voice.

Butcher hummed as his head cocked to the side. “About?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

“You being a dick.” You replied softly as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. A shiver ran down your back and you wrapped your arms tighter around your legs.

Butcher scoffed in amusement at your words and he nodded in agreement. "Thank you, luv.” He muttered with a grin. He stared at you as you shivered again and he pursed his lips and pulled off his long black trench coat. “Here, take my coat.” He insisted.

Your eyes slightly widened in the dark room and your lips parted. Your heart began to beat with loud thuds in your chest. “No, I can’t do that.” You replied softly as you shook your head. You couldn’t have Butcher be cold just for you. Even though you were sure the temp V warmed him right up.

“Take it.” He insisted as he dropped the coat down on your mattress. “Can’t listen to your teeth chattering the whole bloody night.” He muttered as he climbed down on his mattress, pulling a blanket over his legs and resting with his back against the wall.

“Thank you.” You spoke up softly as you sat up on your knees and grabbed his coat. You shrugged it on and tensed up when you smelled his lingering scent on the fabric. You softly cleared your throat as you sat back.

Butcher watched you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What is it?” He questioned as his head tilted to the side.

You pursed your lips as you shrugged your shoulders. “Your coat smells like you." You muttered softly as you wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning into the warmth of his coat.

Butcher was silent for a few seconds as he stared at you, admiring the way you looked completely engulfed in his coat that was a little just too big for you. "Is that a good thing?" He asked after a while as he raised his eyebrows.

Now it was your turn to be silent for a few seconds. You stared into the darkness in front of you as you pursed your lips again. Butcher hummed questionally and that snapped your attention back to him. You turned your head to face him. “It’s… It’s comforting." You whispered and your whole body grew so warm that you almost stopped shivering.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice oddly soft as his eyes remained on you. “And why is that?” He asked curiously as he shifted on his mattress so that most of his focus could be on you.

Again you remained silent for a second before shrugging your shoulders again. “I don’t know…it just is.” You muttered softly as you shifted to lie down, pulling your blanket tightly over yourself as you curled up. You began shivering again and your teeth clattered.

Butcher watched you for a while, sighing when all that filled the silence, was your teeth clattering together. “Bloody hell, I can still hear your teeth, Y/n.” He muttered.

“I can’t help it.” You replied with a sigh as you curled up even more, trying to stop your teeth from clattering but failing completely. “It’s a normal bodily function.” You huffed at him.

Butcher stared at you for a while again before he flipped back his blanket. “Come over here.” He softly called out to you as his lips pulled into a thin line.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat right there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at Butcher through the darkness surrounding you. “What?” You asked in confusion.

“Bring ya blanket and come here.” He insisted as he patted the spot directly next to him on his mattress.

This time, you could have sworn your heart did skip a beat. Your lips parted as you stared at Butcher, your stomach knotting. “You…you mean-” You muttered softly, letting your sentence drift into nothingness.

“Yes,” Butcher replied as he patted the spot again. “Body heat will warm ya up faster than that flimsy fuckin’ blanket.” He said as he nodded his head at the blanket that covered you.

“O-okay.” You muttered, hesitantly getting up from your mattress and patting your way toward Butcher’s. your heartbeat picked up with every step you took. You hesitantly lay down next to Butcher as he shifted, pulling his blanket over your body before wrapping an arm around you.

You ever so slightly tensed as you were pulled against his chest, your head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder. Butcher was warm, extremely warm. The lasting effects of the last of the temp V in his system. You were one of the few that was aware he had been shooting the shit up into his veins. What you didn’t know was, that your crying when you found out about it, was what made Butcher stop taking it. He swore to find another way to kill Homelander. He couldn’t be the cause of your heartache or tears.

Another lasting effect that still lingered was his enhanced senses. He could so clearly smell the mixture of both your scent and his scent combined on you. He could also hear how loud and fast your heart beated. The thudding nearly hurt his ears.

“Bloody hell, I can hear your heart beating, relax, will ya?” He spoke up in a grumbling voice as he gave your arm a gentle but firm squeeze. It was an attempt to calm you but his touch only made your heart beat so much faster.

“I can’t help it.” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed of the fact that he could so vividly hear your heart. You were surprised he didn’t notice the way your heartbeat always picked up when he was around.

“Yeah?” He hummed softly as he raised his eyebrows. “Is sounding like ya heart’s about to fuckin’ give out, a normal bodily function as well?” He questioned sarcastically, with a hint of teasing in his gruff voice.

“In this situation, yeah.” You muttered underneath your breath but the temporary supe next to you heard every single word.

“This situation?” He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed and you sighed softly at the knowladge that he had heard your words.

“Can we just sleep, please?” You pleaded softly with him as your eyes remained closed and you almost let out a breath of relief when the room went silent. Butcher didn’t say a word for a few seconds and you started to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t, and he spoke up once again. “You know…we’ll warm up faster naked.” He commented as a smirk tugged at his lips. He always enjoyed making comments like that. Especially when he was on temp V because then he could hear the way your heartbeat picked up and he could feel the heat of embarrassment and shyness radiate off you.

Your eyes widened and you tensed for a second. “What?” You questioned softly as your heartbeat thudded so loud, it pounded in your eardrum.

“Skin on skin, they say it warms ya right up.” He explained, and while you couldn’t look up at him in the darkness, you could nearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, when you’re wet.” You muttered softly as you sighed, slowly shaking your head.

“Well, I bet ya are.” He commented playfully as he chuckled softly.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. “Butcher.” You scolded him as you slapped his chest and he could hear your heartbeat picking up once again.

He cleared his throat, shifting in his spot. “Sorry luv, didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” he apologized softly as he gave your arm another squeeze. “Just kiddin’ with ya.” He assured. Usually, you weren’t this affected by his filthy mouth. Other times you would have laughed.

“You can’t say things like that when you’re this close.” You muttered softly as your lips slightly pouted out and your eyebrows furrowed.

Butcher was silent for a second, his eyebrows knitting together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked softly as he looked down at you.

Your eyes slightly widened and you gulped down the lump forming in the back of your throat. “Nothing.” You whispered as you shook your head.

Butcher shifted, sitting up and forcing you to sit up as well. “No luv, you can’t say things like that with ya heart fuckin beatin’ like this.” He said as he reached out to place a hand against your chest, feeling the thuds of your heart beneath his palm. His eyebrows furrowed as your heartbeat picked up at his touch. He moved his hand from your chest and cupped your cheek. “Tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” He insisted.

You stared at him through the darkness, taking a deep breath before you spoke up. It was no or fucking never. “It’s you…it’s you that makes my heart beat like this.” You admitted softly and his head tilted to the side. “It’s like I can’t fucking think straight with you around and I get this warm feeling in my chest, and my heart beats like crazy, and it feels like…I don’t know how to explain it.” You sighed as you lowered your head.

Butcher stared at you as a look of realization crossed his face. He lifted your head so that you could face him. “Ya don’t have to luv.” He replied softly as he shook his head. “I know the feelin’.” He admitted as his thumb brushed over your skin.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. “You do?” You asked softly as your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Yes.” He admitted with a nod of his head before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then he moved down to kiss the tip of your nose and then down to press a feather-light kiss to your lips. You inhaled softly at the touch of his lips against yours. He smiled when your heartbeat picked up for a second again. “Get some sleep.” He insisted.

He shifted to lie down again and pulled you with him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against his chest. His warmth engulfed you completely. Your head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his head rested against yours. That’s how you fell asleep that night and every other night that followed. Sometimes with fewer clothes or no clothes, but always in each other’s arms.

#the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #the boys x y/n #billy butcher imagine #the boys imagine

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romeavecryst · 1 month

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Shh J let it happen˖ ࣪⊹

summary; Haikyuu guys as moments me n my man have had that tickle my brain.

characters; tanaka, hinata , kageyama, tsukishima xblk reader!

warnings: uhh wierd ig, cursing, beating eachother(romanticly),insults(big back,kys), chaos, Hinata(bc he has braces it’s a hc! Relax guys geez), not proofread!

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

TANAKA

☆ Sharing food but your both absolutely starving because y’all both broke. Like he’ll text you ‘bby wanna go get food😝’ And of course you say yes bc who are you to say no to some big back action with your man. Y’all head to a nice little wing place, “oh ight let’s fuck up some boneless get 30 for us to share 15 fo’ yo Fatass and 15 for me gotta keep the gut healthy!” You say with a smile over at him.

This motherfucker looks you dead in the eye “you only get 10, can’t let that big back get to ya already hallin’ enough back there.” He spoke his eyes looking down at your ass his hand GRABBING A HAND FULL.

Your jaw dropped “nigga.” Speechless. IN PUBLIC, HAVE SOME DECENCY LORD. He had a fat smile on his face to. How he gonna low key fat shame you but complement you at the same time.

Him leaning in whispering “your ass, fat.“ He spoke sticking his tongue out at you his hand holding a space indicating it as your butt in a ‘this big’ his hands far apart from echo other. You hand going over your mouth.

Your eyes traveling away for him meeting some ladies with a horrific look and a frown on her face. You couldn’t help your self letting out as muffled laugh quickly turning back to him. Your hand grabbing his bicep, as you fall forward laughing “HELP ME.” You hollered.

HINATA

☆ What’s a couple to do when they’re bored, make out! Why not! It’s fun!

You and him getting as it. It was all cute at first then him not paying attention to where his hand go touching your sides tickling you. You yelping because it fucking tickled, you face smashed against his, both out y’all pulling back your head dropping as you held yourself. Hinata poor baby leaned forward going to kiss the back of you head as an apology him talking into your hair.

His braces get CAUGHT IN YOUR CURLS. YUPPPP that’s the cherry on the mf cake! Now your both panicked, him trying to pull back but your scalp is sensitive rn bc you just took your hair out. And HES PULLING.

“BABY PLEASE WAIT.” You begged.

“IM SORRY!”

Only a few strands came out, to be fair y’all were just being dramatic. Smh.

KAGEYAMA

☆ He hated it when you would wear a nice lip combo with a sitcky gloss. No no no, not because it looked bad but because he couldn’t kiss you. Walking together holding your hand as you walked him to morning practice he was just glaring at you.

Mind you you don’t know what the fuck his attitude if for, “what is your problem.” You scoff stoping in that hall way, pulling your hand back to cross your arms. His expression changing a bit cause how dare you pull your hand from him!

His eyes narrowed “nothing. No problem do YOU? have a problem.” He sassed his hands landing on his hip.

Oh you wanted to pop him in the mouth “Why do you act like this.” You spoke your index finger pointing at him in a dramatic manner.

He scoffed throwing his head to the side “you just hate me that all.”

Oh BROTHERR. “boy, it you don’t-“

“I wanna kiss you but your face is done.”

Face done? OH! “My gloss? Baby I just don’t want you having to walk around with the sticky feeling plus it will leave marks.” Because truthfully you don’t mind fixing it if need be you just don’t want him to go crazy bc his face was sticky.

His eyes met yours “umm okay?”

You grinned his sassiness making you giggle now “then come here,” you said your hands grabbing his face kissing him one the lips.

Pulling back a little “don’t hold out on me women.” He said, alright! You kisses him a few more times then his cheek, your lip combo all over his lips and smudge on the side of his face. He pulled back a prideful smile on his face.

“Ouuu okay baby! I fear you ate this combo better than I do.” You teased.

He walked into practice like that.

TSUKISHIMA

☆ Ahh yes it’s a nice little hang out session peaceful laying together, Kei watching his phone his other hand rubbing small circles into your back. Your face was on his chest as you watched his phone with him.

You back was starting to hurt so you adjusted your self his hand now on your stomach as you faced away from him your head in between his bicep and chest. This fucker, HANDFULL, and I mean a HANDFULL OF YOUR GUT.

“Absolutely not.” You started.

“Shut up.” He responded immediately, his tone flat.

“Kei let go of my fat.” You groan

“Die. I like holding on to it.” Not an ounce of emotion leaving his lips.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Needless to say he didn’t let go, his large hand kneading your stomach. He was pleased with himself ignoring your dramatic sighs.

So you just laid there dying in silence as he played with your rolls, he loved them, a lot. For not good reason but he genuinely loved them but you(I) HATED, them just being played with sometimes but you gotta just take it sometimes.

Laying there you let your mouth latch on to his bicep. “You leave a hickey im pushing you on the floor.”

“The voices say I have to.” You whispered latching onto him just sucking in his arm.

“I’m gonna lose my mind.”

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 2 months

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Dress Up: Part 3 - Second Preview

Thank you all for yelling at me last night! I got some more story for ya! I want to finish this chapter within the next few days, but I hope you enjoy this :)

Italic lines - 2nd Lucifer is speaking

Bold and Italic lines - Both Lucifers are speaking

Warnings: Oral (f receiving) but not a lot because I gotta leave you wanting more hehe~

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #preview #my writing #blue balled once again!#it's my love language :3

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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eddie earns his first blowjob from his mean cheerleader girlfriend

warning: 18+, oral receiving, insecure eddie,

a/n: this was requested but i lost the ask lmao, enjoy. also not really that filthy xx

sex has never been his forte,

sure he jerks himself off and has a pile of porn magazines stacked underneath his bed but never actually experienced… sex.

girls aren’t exactly lining up to be getting dicked down by him. not when you’re the town freak. if anything, they avoid him like a plague. the only time girls want to be around eddie is just so that he can give them free greens and nothing else. he’s not stupid, he can tell what their true intentions are.

so when y/n came into his life. he has no idea what to expect. obviously, she’s far more experienced and skilled when it comes to it and it makes him feel slightly insecure. and jealous too. because he knows all of her exes were handsome jocks who probably scored more than twenty girls in their lives. no doubt that they had given her so much pleasure than he could possibly offer.

he wants to make her feel good. he really does.

“so, steve and robin gave me these” she pulls up two DVDs and show them to him. “evil dead and carrie. which one do you like best?”

he cocks an eyebrow, eyes switching between the two films. “i thought you wanted chick flicks or something like that?”

she shrugs, deciding to put evil dead on the player. “horror movies make me horny. and what better way to watch it than with my favorite man, hm?”

he chuckles nervously when she shoots him a wink and a smile. flirtatious one. “usually girls get horny when they see porn. but oh, not you. pretty fucked up if i might say.”

“you love it” she responds, crawling beside him as they both lay comfortably on her bed. “how’s your day, baby”

he puffs out a long exaggerated breath. “kind of shit, ms.O'Donnell been up my ass about the last assignment. she wanted me to re-do it.”

“aw that sucks” she pouts, running her fingers through his hair. “want me to beat her up for you?”

“no, i’m good” he laughs, not wanting her to do something that’ll damage her academics. the thing is about y/n, when she says something along the lines of ‘beating someone up’ you better not take it lightly.

because she will do it.

“too bad. I’d love to see her blood pouring out of those nostrils.” she sighs, plopping her head down on his chest as she hooks her leg with his. his arm wraps around her body protectively. “the offer still stands.”

“hey, enough of that would ya?” he kisses the crown of her head, smiling to himself. “as sexy as it is to see you get violent, the consequences will be ten times worse if you punch a teacher.”

“just gotta wait till graduation then.” she innocently replies, finger drawing circles on his chest.

halfway through the movie, eddie is trying his best to keep his focus on the plot. but she’s making it so hard for him to do so. she continuously shifts her weight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his hard shaft with an innocent ‘oops’ every time she does it.

they’ve been together for almost a month and he hasn’t gotten used to the effect she has on him. it’s frustrating how he can’t control his thoughts and clammy palms whenever she puts her hands on his body.

“you okay?” she wonders, looking up at him with her doe eyes and playful smile. “you feel so tense, teddy”

“y-yeah” he stammers as his focus remains fixed on the screen. “just uhm, peachy”

peachy?? who the fuck says that?!

she hums in response, moving her mouth to attach itself on his neck with fingers moving down south to softly palm him over the thick material of his pants. he takes in a deep breath at the touch, finding it more difficult to think straight with her lips on him.

“y/n” he calls her softly, hand gripping tightly around her waist as he feels himself grow even more. “sweetheart i-“

she shushes him. “you look so good right now i have to do something eds.” her tongue licks a bold stripe on the skin, pushing her chest against his, “we can take turns later, yeah?”

he gulps, body melting under her touch. “s-shit, y/n wait, wait!“ he suddenly exclaims, freeing himself from her grip

y/n frowns when eddie pushes her lightly. feeling annoyed why he’s like that towards her.

“eddie what the fuck?! do you not want me to suck your cock?” she harshly asks, then a sudden realization hits her. “are you fucking another bitch behind my back, munson?!”

he wide-eyed her as she crosses her arm, ready to kill him at that exact moment. “what? no! w-what makes you think I’m cheating on you?!”

“who is it?” she shoots immediately. “Julia from the cheer team or that fucking weird four-eyed wendy’s looking motherfucker at loves to stare at you across the hall?!”

eddie is confused. he doesn’t even know who she’s talking about, let alone a wendy-looking girl that keeps staring at him. how does she even know that?

he shakes his head furiously, wrapping her hands in his grasp to reassure her.“no! oh god y/n, of course not! . i only got my eyes for my girl, you know that. plus, Julia? she hates me and my friends, why would you even think of her?”

“then what’s going on!” she groans, moving to kneel in front of him as he sits up straight. “every time we make out or when i try to suck you off, you’d push me away. are you not attracted to me, anymore?”

“princess, believe me when i say this has nothing to do with you! of course I’m still attracted to you.” he says, looking at her in the eye. “shoot me in the head if i decided to leave you for another woman, i give you the permission.”

“okay, so what is it?” her voice turns soft. “you can tell me.”

sooner or later, of course, eddie has to tell her the truth. he hates having to keep secrets from her, but it’s embarrassing. who the hell wants to date a virgin? if she found out about that, she’d look at him differently. and he doesn’t want to lose her. not when things start to get better for him,

she notices how his eyes drop down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers as he removes his hands from hers. this causes her eyebrows to knit in concern.

“baby? what’s going on” she reaches out to softly pat her thumb across his cheek,

“it’s pretty embarrassing” he lowly chuckles,

“it’s not if it got you all worked up like this. come on, It’s your girl.” she ducks her head down a bit to take a look at his features,

he exhales. “well you know it’s just that i…” he trails off, “never had sex before..”

“what?!” she sounds genuinely surprised. “you’re a virgin?”

he nods, slowly looking up to meet her eyes. “yeah. it’s why i have been so… weird. I’m sorry. i know you expected more from me.”

seeing him get so vulnerable and embarrassed because of that makes her heart break. that’s why he’s been avoiding her touch? god, this man is so precious she feels like she’s going to pass out.

“eddie, you don’t have to be sorry for being … inexperienced. there’s nothing wrong with that. and ‘expected more’? baby, you are already enough for me.” she cradles his face to get him to look at her. “do you think i care about whether you’re a virgin or not? because i don’t.”

“well, you’ve been with those guys before, right? i bet they made you feel good. and i want to do that too. perhaps even better.”

oh her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

“made me feel good? they thought they were doing something. i had to fake it because they barely knew how to do it”. she rolls her eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

“plus, i think it’s cute that no one has ever touched you before.” she giggles, pressing a kiss on his nose,

“well i don’t want to be cute! i want to be hot. for you” he grumbles, frowning like a small child.

“you are, baby” she giggles, even more, shaking her head at this adorable man. “so cute and hot, you make my head spin and panties drop. not a day goes by that i do not think of you”

“you mean that?” his voice small. “because you don’t have to say that just because I’m your boyfriend.”

“i meant every word. do you know how many girls i had to threaten and slammed against the wall for eyeing you? countless.”

“you never told me that…”

“not important” she waves her hand in an attempt to change the subject. “now… how about i make you feel good, hm?”

she moves to put her weight on top of him, putting her legs on either side of his thighs. his heart is beating a mile per minute the moment she sits there. having no idea where to place his hands, he just place them next to her knees.

there’s a twinkle of lust across her eyes, the straps of her blue nightgown falling down her shoulders. long messy hair tucks on the either side of her neck

“but i want to make you feel good too. make you cum on my fingers” he struggles to say each word when her hand begins to untie the strings of his sweatpants.

“we have plenty of time to do that, but … i think my boyfriend deserves it more. don’t you think?”

“well... only if you want to” he's being shy, cheeks red and it drives her mad how cute he's being with her

“of course, i want to.” his pants are pulled now down on his thighs and his cock springs free. “would you let me take care of you?”

he nods frantically, becoming putty underneath her bedroom eyes as she slowly wraps her soft palm around the base of his hard shaft. eddie had never thought her eye contact is strong enough to make his body tremble.

“f-fuck, sweetheart” he blows a sigh of pleasure when she goes down to lick the tip, humming to herself when she finally got a taste of him,

he watches every move she makes. afraid that if he misses just one second, he will regret it. it still doesn't feel real to him. having the prettiest girl in Hawkins as his girlfriend going down on his cock. with a sweet, innocent look decorating her features, enough to make him cream already. but he's holding it.

dear god, he's trying to hold it.

”not even halfway through but you taste so good to me already” she smiles with her tongue still out, he catches a glimpse of her piercing and almost lets out a moan. ”and you have been hiding this from me? not nice”

the minute she slips his cock into her mouth, he's a goner already. brown eyes lulling onto the back of his head with a soft grunt following. she drags her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft, all the way up before closing her mouth around the reddening tip. keeping her eyes on him as she goes, who seems to be having a hard time trying to compose himself.

a devilish smile appears on her face, and her freshly manicured hand reaches out to give his balls a soft squeeze. he flinches at the sudden contact, groaning and moaning when she works on her tongue around him.

”does that feel good, eds?” she checks on him to make after pulling her mouth off. making sure he’s enjoying every moment. coating the tip with her spit before she spreads it with her thumb, ”like having my mouth on you?”

he can only nod to answer, his body is consumed by too much euphoria to give her a verbal response. chest raising with a heavy breath every time her fingers tip-toeing over the sensitive skin. balling his fists so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails create a dent in his palms,

”use your words, come on” she moves her hand up and down the stiff flesh with a soft grip, watching his mouth fall open.

”fuck yes. it feels so good b-baby please... don't stop, please” he begs in between breaths, almost sounding like a squeak. eddie finally opens up his eyes to gaze back at her. giving her, his best pleading look, ”i wanted your mouth for so long”

”good boy” with that, she slides his cock back into her wet mouth. while her other hand runs up and down his thigh, sending a light shiver down his spine and arising goosebumps on his skin

eddie's fingers are curling up against the sheets. a strangled noise leaving his throat when the sight of her breasts almost spilling out from the dress. looking like a proper porn star.

he thinks he might actually pass out from this. the velvety insides of her mouth make his head spin and her tongue never seemed to stop teasing the tip. his legs are tense and she can see it from the corner of her eye. she’s taken by surprise when his hips accidentally bucking up, hitting the back of her throat.

”shit, s-sorry about that, sweetheart” he softly tells her, earning a squeeze on his thigh from her as a reassurance that it's okay.

he feels his body is blazing. he can't exactly describe it but it feels so good. pure bliss blooms inside of him when she continues to bob her head up and down. and fuck, eddie doesn't want to cum just yet. but he can't take it anymore. not when she peers up at him through her lashes, still with that innocent look on her face. or when she reaches out to squeeze his heavy balls of cum.

it gets even more harder when she sinks further, moaning around his cock because the sweet, sweet taste of him is creating an excitement that bubbles in her stomach

“f-fuck, fuck. i'm cumming” he rushes, thinking that she might pull away but she only wraps her lips tighter around him. sucking even harder until he releases it all. thick, white string of cum falling in her mouth and painting her tongue. eddie cries out in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut.

his fingers slowly start to loosen the grip around the sheets, his breath going steady, and relaxes both his legs.

she pops off of him, brushing a finger in the corner of her mouth to swipe his remaining. not wanting it to go to waste. “you're so adorable” with a giggle, she plops herself next to him, “how was it?”

“fucking amazing” he laughs breathlessly, rubbing his face up and down with his hands before facing her. a lopsided smile tugging her lips. ”god you were so good with it, I thought I was going to die”

“never heard that one before” she snickers playfully, making herself comfortable underneath the duvet. cuddling up to him. “you tasted so good too, what's the secret?”

he pretends to think while pulling herself close to him. “cheerios and cigarettes”

she swats his chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. ”I'm gonna make you some real food. my man needs to have the stamina if he's planning to fuck me with his cock.”

he freezes, leaning back slightly to take a good look at her face to see if she's pulling his leg. “what?”

“you heard me.” her voice is stern but also playful. “you're gonna fuck me into oblivion and I will guide you through it if I have to. and we're not stopping until you make both of my legs shake that i can’t fucking walk to school tomorrow.”

eddie is certain he's in heaven right now

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imdead770 · 5 months

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The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Sodapop Curtis

Authors Note - I had to hype myself up for this because I procrastinate too much.

Sodapop Curtis -

• I feel like writing this is so simple because this man is concerningly affectionate??

• There's so many sweet things he'd do

• Whenever he started flirting nobody even noticed because he's like that naturally

• Unlike Dallas he actually asked you out straight up.

• He almost threw up before asking you and was literally jumping up and down when he got home

• Darry had to grip his shoulders to keep him on the ground

• He wouldn't shut up about you??

• Before and after you started dating, you're his conversation

• The gang is so sick of it

• Your first date was so perfect

• He'd do everything

• Open doors for you, push your hair behind your ear

• 😭❤️

• Whenever you were driving to your date, he hyped himself up to hold your hand

• But when you beat him to it he almost wrecked the car

• He was smiling the whole time after that

• He was already smiling, but now it was full out grinning

• Compliments.

• Every fucking day.

• Your hair, your outfit, your body, your eyes, your voice, your personality

• Makes sure you know just how perfect you are everyday.

• Your first kiss.

• Fuck romcoms, this was so much better.

• 100% used some shit pickup line on the end of your first date just to kiss you

" darlin'.. what kinda lipgloss you got on? "

" strawberry.. why? "

" mind if I have a taste? "

• Screaming. Crying. Hollering.

• He was so surprised it actually worked

• Like Dallas, pet names are just normal at this point.

• Darlin', sweetheart, doll, baby

• Either that or some really sappy shit like sweetcheeks

• He's super sweet but I know damn well Sandy made a dent in him

• You know how he's super affectionate? He needs just as much affection.

• A lot of times you just lay down, hold each other and talk.

• You lying with your head on his chest, him playing with your hair as he talked about the time Steve nearly burned off his hair at DX.

• He's always toucuing you in some way shape or form

• Holding your hand, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, kissing your cheek

• He's a PDA whore.

• Tries to help you with your homework but it ends up with him being way more confused then you.

" Hun, I gotta admit.. I ain't cut out for this. Go ask Dar. "

• Takes you out every Saturday

• Normally to the drive-in or some diner the gang talked about

• He's so loyal to you it's not even funny.

• Tells you every night about the girls who flirted with him at DX.

" You wouldn't believe it doll. I told her I ain't interested 8 times, everytime she just flipped her hair and kept on talkin'. "

• You always laugh your ass off because all these girls think they have a chance

• But you know damn well Soda would never do that

• One time a girl flirted with Soda infront of you

" You're real' sweet n' all, but I got a girlfriend "

" Aw cmon.. just cheat.. for me "

• The way you verbally harassed her.

• Sodapop nearly made out with you right then and there

• He 100% said I love you within the first month

• Almost cried when you said it back

• Talks about your future a lot

" How 'bout we name our kid Brooke? "

" I'm never havin' kids, Soda "

" Aw c'mon... can ya' imagine how good lookin' they'd be? "

• Kisses you an ass ton

• Always holds you close near the gang because he knows damn well half of them would fuck you given the chance 💀

• Saves up money to get you gifts

• Tries to remember the things you like for gifts but always scrambles it around

• Loves when you visit him at DX

• Makes his work days 11x better

• Literally so sweet to you

• You're crying? He'd literally drop everything to comfort you. Tired? He's already asleep with you.

• Talks about cars way too much

• Every day you have to explain you don't know what the fuck a carburetor is

• He's so used to having you around he has no idea how to operate without you anymore

• Like if you start sleeping together every night (keep it pg) and you have a school trip or something, he genuinely can't sleep

• He literally has to hold the pillow to sleep.

• Ponyboy was basically kicked out of the room because of you

• Still mad at you for that

• Your voice puts him to sleep

• If he lays on you while you're talking and you start playing with his hair, he'll literally be out in 2 minutes tops.

• He literally loves you so much and reminds you every chance he gets it

• The gang teases him but he doesn't care because you're way better than any of their girlfriends

• He's so perfect??

• Like you don't even understand how God did this.

• He's hot as hell, he's sweet, funny, caring

• He's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

• I love him so much 😔❤️

Steve's next

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ilovemeadema · 5 months

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she looks so pretty (chapter one) - Alessia Russo x reader

warnings: just two awkward girlies hehe, suggestive? kinda?, if you squint lol

hiya guys!, im back (kinda??) im gonna try post more frequently, but no promises lmao

anyways hope you enjoy this first part to a lil seires im gonna be working on, enjoy!

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“Come on girls!”

You hear the crowd erupt as you took the first steps at the emirates, as much as many times as you'd step out onto the incredible stadium you'd always get goosebumps at the sound of the thousands of fans cheering you on.You look around taking it all in as you stand in line with the rest of your team, you watch kim little and mary Earps shake hands and follow the line of your teammates to shake hands with the familiar manchester united players.

you watch the heads in the line pass you when you see the spiky ponytail, you look up and meet the eyes of Alessia Russo, piercing blue eyes meeting with yours for a second, you grab each other's hand and just like that, she's gone.

You'd never properly spoken to Alessia, but the 2 times you’d played against man united this season you felt her eyes on you during the game, and when you'd catch her, she would immediately look away and as soon as the whistle blew, you would try avoiding her and go straight for the changing rooms, scared that if you did end up talking to her, you'd say something stupid to embarrass yourself, so avoiding her was the next option.

You jogged over to the team circle, wrapping your arms around Beth and Kaite, Kim gave her speech and you all put your hands in the middle of the circle and lifted your arms up.

“Arsenal!”

Arsenal end up beating united 2-1, you and viv both scoring absolute worldies, you'd all gone around taking pictures and signing shirts when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and once again meet light blue eyes, you hear your heart in your ears as you snap out of it once you hear her relaxing voice.

“Nice goal before, was an amazing chip” Alessia praised you while wearing one of her pretty toothy smiles.

“Oh thank you, it was nothing really, Leah's assist set me up” you laughed rubbing your neck to hide the slight redness rising from your nervousness.

“Hmm true but that finish took skill, you cut through all our defenders” Alessia giggled playing with the hem of her shirt.

You both stayed talking a while longer when you heard Katies voice calling your name.

“y/n!, come on you slowpoke hurry yer ass over before i make ya” katie says looking between the two of you.

“Sorry, gotta get to the shower, i'd rather not get her to drag me over” you laugh.

“No worries, I'll see you at Lottes party this weekend?” Alessia asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, for sure,i'll be there” you replied

“Ah nice, see you there then” Alessia smiled and waved starting to walk away

“Y-yeah, you too!” you said while she walked back to hear teammates. You turned around and slapped your forehead.

“Realy y/n?, ‘you too’?, for fucks sake” you shook your head at yourself as you walked into the changing rooms.

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an hour later your walking with leah to the car park, since youd signed with arsenal a few months ago youd moved in with leah until you could find a place of your own, but it was nice having her around, you werent a fan of being on your own a lot, so having her to talk to is something your grateful for.

you both got in the car, leah driving and you in shotgun, as she pulled out of the parking she began talking.

"saw you and lessi talking earlier" leah said smirking

"oh shush it was nothing, just some friendly chat thats all" you rolled your eyes at her.

"mhm, for now" she said laughing.

"your so annoying did you know that?" you said jokingly

"its my hobby to pester you" she shrugged smiling, you roled your eyes and laughed with her.

"if you keep rolling your eyes they are gonna end up at the back of your head"

"Leah!"

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Later that day you are cooking dinner at your shared apartment with leah, some spaghetti, nice and plain for leah and you add some spices to your own since your not as picky as her, you set the two plates at the dinner table when you hear your phone ping on the kitchen counter, you walk up to it and tap on the screen, your eyes widen and your heart starts racing.

‘Alessiarusso99 started following you’

You start jumping up and down in the kitchen giggling when Leah walks in on you.

“What's gotten you so happy?” she asks, smiling with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh it's nothing’ u say pushing your phone away.

“Let me see” she reaches over your shoulder and grabs your phone and taps the screen, she looks down at it and then smirks up at you.

“B’out time one of you guys made the first move foken’ ell” she says laughing

“Oh shush we hadn't spoken until today, and plus she doesn't see me like that” you say snatching your phone off her and rolling your eyes.

“Mhm, whatever you say y/n/n” she teases, walking out of the kitchen.

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Saturday comes around and you're getting ready for the party, straightening your hair in your vanity, you'd never taken so long to choose an outfit, usually you're very quick when it comes to it, but tonight you found yourself struggling to find something you liked, or more so, something she would like. Once your done you grab your phone and spray on your expensive ‘going out’ perfume and head to the front door.

“God you look like your about to throw up” leah laughed at you

“Lee, stop it, im stressin’ man” you whined as leah shook her head.

“Come on romeo let's get in the car”

Once you get to the place Lotte rented out you hear the music blasting even from outside. you feel your chest tighten and your hands get sweaty, leah then puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, relax, breathe” you nod at her words and start breathing slowly.

“You're gonna be fine, just be yourself okay?” she smiles at you, you return the gesture and begin walking inside.

You and Leah make your way through the crowd and the mist, disco lights flashing in your eyes and sweaty bodies bumping into you, you then see Katie,Caitlin,Beth and Viv by the bar and walk up to them.

“Leah,y/n, you're finally here, god what took you so long” beth said slurring over her words you laughed at her and gave her a hug.

“Lessi asked about you before, she was wondering where you were” Beth giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Did she?” you said, your heartbeat once again starting to increase, beth nodded at your words. You then decided you needed some alcohol in your body so you'd gain the confidence to actually talk to her.

“Leah, you want a couple shots?”

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After around 20 minutes of dancing you started to feel lighter, not drunk since you wanted to remember everything tonight.

You then scanned the crowd, looking for a specific blonde through the hundreds of heads.

“Look who's finally here” you turn around at the familiar voice and smile.

“Hey, i was just looking for you actually” you said matter of factly as she smiles at you

“I've been wanting to dance with you” she said looking up and down at you

“Is that so?” you say smirking at her, liking how confident she's acting. She smiles at you and grabs your hand, pulling you into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Alessia starts screaming as ‘mr saxobeat’ starts playing,you laugh and start dancing with her, you watch how she dances, she looks good, really good, the way the simple black dress hugs her curves is driving you crazy, the disco lights shine on her skin, making her glow, you look at her in awe.

You then step closer to her, she smiles at you and grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her waist, you pull your bodies together, moving to the beat of the music, her arms go on your shoulders, your eyes not leaving each other, she lifts her drink in the air as you both sing along to the words of ‘she knows’, your fingers start tracing shapes on her waist and you feel her slightly shiver at your touch, you smirk at her and lean into her ear.

“You like that?” you whisper

“Shut up” she giggles, you then dig your fingers deeper into her waist, her laughing stopping as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck” she curses softly, you laugh through your nose and relax your fingers, rubbing your hands up and down her waist trying to calm her down.

“Don't wanna move too fast now hm?” you whisper looking into her hooded eyes.

“Hmm yeah, let's take it slow” she smirks,her eyes locked on yours as she slots her leg between both of yours, putting slight pressure on your core, you let out a low groan.

“Oh fuck you” you laugh as she removes her leg. She giggles and creates some space between both of you.

“Let's go find lotte” Alessia suggests, you nod agreeing and let her hold your wrist, pulling you through the crowd.

It's gonna be a long night.

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a/n:

soso sorry for the lack of fics, ive been quite busy and tbh ive had 0 motivation, please feel free to drop some requests ( i rly need some lol) or just any random questions :)

part 2 coming soon! xx

#woso community #womens football #lionesses #arsenal wfc #wsl #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader

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steppin-on-the-last-train · 9 months

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As it Comes Back to Me

Natasha Romanoff x WinterSoldier!Reader

Summary: Your whole life you'd been living for a mission, whether it be protecting your family or fighting just to see the next sunrise. If you didn’t slow down though, you stood to lose someone you couldn’t live without.

Takes place during the events of Captain America: Civil War.

Word Count: 8,000

A/N: I spent way too much time writing this instead of studying for class.

“Hey kids,” you said, walking up to wrap your arms around Steve and Bucky. You’d just been promoted to Major and had been sent back to the states to escort a fresh round of recruits to the front. There was a big event tonight though which begged for your attention. Howard Stark was showing some new invention or other of his. You’d never been too interested in what the scientists had to say, but there would be plenty of girls out looking to be asked to a dance.

Steve, your little brother–both in age and stature–looked less than thrilled at your return. “What’s wrong, buddy?” You asked, shaking his shoulder.

“It’s not fair,” he protested, shrugging out of your embrace. “I should be heading out with you and Buck tomorrow. I want to fight. I know I can help.” You felt for Steve. If it was him and Bucky standing in uniform and not you, you’re sure you’d be missing out on a whole lot.

“I know, I know. I’m sure you’d give them Nazis real cause to turn and run,” you said, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold a rifle properly.

“Yeah,” Bucky added. “Ya know you should’ve seen him earlier today. Fought off some punk in an alleyway with a trash can lid. Kicked his ass real good if you ask me.”

“Bucky,” Steve said. “Ya said you wouldn’t tell.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, what I meant to say was that Steve got beat up and I had to come rescue him.” The soon to be sergeant ruffled your brother’s hair.

“No, I know what you’re really upset about is that I’m stealing your boy here,” you said, nodding at Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah, enough. Now come on, I wanna get a good look at the car. All the posters were sayin’ Stark could make it fly.” Steve began to weave his way through the crowd, giving you no choice but to follow.

“I’m worried about leaving him here all alone, ya know?” Bucky said, a crease forming between his brow.

“He’s tough, and he’s smart. Always has been, you know that. Honestly, if they should be sendin’ anyone to fight they should be sendin’ him instead of us. But spirit’s not gonna win a fight, ya gotta back it up with somethin’. Point is, he’ll be fine on his own. Maybe if we’re lucky when we get back he’ll have found himself a nice girl to care for.” You smirked at Bucky.

He ignored the jab as he waved at a group of nice looking girls. You waved too, flashing a smile and admiring the way their skirts fit. “Hey girls!” He shouted. As they made their way through the bustling crowd, he turned to you again. “I just worry about him. I care about him a lot and I can see how torn up he is about us gettin’ to go when he can’t.” A frown appeared to dim the light on his face. “What if he does something stupid while we’re off?”

You clapped him on the shoulder and said, “You worry too much Barnes. You ought to save some of that for the war.”

Giggling, the girls–the names of which Bucky had supplied earlier and which you had promptly forgotten–siddled up. The one nearest to you was a brunette with a yellow skirt and a white flower in her hair. She took your hand and pulled you right up to the front row. “Come on soldier, the show is startin’.”

You smiled and let yourself get lost among the din and the spectacle.

From beside you, Steve waved at you and said your name.

He said your name again, and again. You finally tore your gaze away from the TV monitor mounted in the corner of the room. Steve was much, much bigger now; even taller than you. You were still adjusting to the change. Although he still had the same kind gaze that came with naturally always wanting to do what was right, and believing others wanted the same. You wondered if you had been like that once too.

“We need to get him out of there,” he said. Your gaze flicked back over to the security footage that showed Bucky restrained in a mobile holding unit reinforced with metal supports and bullet proof glass. You had thought he was dead, and turns out Steve had thought the both of you were long gone. And apparently, fate wasn’t done with any of you yet. Bucky looked drastically different. His hair had grown out to his chin and he had lost the boyish swagger and proud glimmer in his eyes. But beneath the bulk and hardened exterior you still saw your friend.

“I know. Something doesn’t feel right about this,” you said. A year ago you had been similarly detained. But you were held in the Avengers Compound and were surrounded by friendly faces. The people here were not so sympathetic. You could feel the passing judgment not just on the Winter Soldier, but on you as well.

“Maybe we could talk to Tony again,” Steve said.

From his seat across the table Sam shook his head. “Did you not just hear him tell us he was fully committed to kissing the government’s ass? Steve, I understand this whole ‘peace at all costs’ approach, but I have a feeling we’re not going to get our way by talking this time.”

“Sam’s right,” you said, mouth twisting into a defeated frown. Through the glass wall of the office you were sitting in you watched a certain Avenger weave her way through the crowded room. You were torn, but Natasha had made her choice. “We’re going to have to consider punching our way out of this one. I got off lucky, but things are different now. The whole world is watching what will happen to him. Compromise isn’t an option anymore.”

Hands on his hips, Steve sighed. “Well, we aren’t going to be able to grab him and get out of here. And we need our gear back if we have any hopes of not getting locked up in a real cell.”

As if sensing your staring, Natasha looked over. Quickly you averted your eyes and suddenly found the tabletop very interesting. But you knew she had caught you. Just a couple of weeks ago you had been spending your mornings going out on runs with her and your evenings watching her try and fail to play chef. She could go on for hours talking about the world and bringing you up to speed. You didn’t know what was more interesting; that the world had turned upside down or the way her voice sounded as she helped you make sense of it all.

And you both enjoyed the newfound freedom neither of you believed you’d ever see nor deserved. You had thought you knew her well enough to predict which side of the so-called Sokovia Accords she would be on. Turned out maybe you didn’t.

Sharon Carter walked into the sound proofed room, hopefully bringing more news. She seemed to have a soft spot for Steve, and you and Sam by extension. She was also the only person here that seemed to want to communicate with the three of you.

On the screen a man sat down at a table across from Bucky. He shuffled some papers around and faced your friend as if in conversation. You stood with your hands braced on the table and watched intently. A glove covered the shiny metal of your right hand. Under your sleeve, the flexible steel plating melded with flesh just below your elbow.

You knew visual without audio would only get you so far, but you’d be damned if you could figure out how to turn it on.

“The receipt for your gear,” Sharon said, handing a slip of paper to Sam.

He took one look at it and scoffed. “Bird costume? Come on.”

“I didn’t write it,” she said, trying to hide a faint smile. Now was not the time for jokes. Noticing the attention on the TV screen she pushed some buttons on a control panel and the audio switched on.

The camera showed a modestly dressed middle-aged man. “I’m not here to judge you,” he told Bucky. “I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?.” He glanced down at his notes and removed his glasses amicably. From another angle, part of the screen detailed an uncomfortably close profile of Bucky’s face. After a moment of silence, he went on. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky,” he answered, still not making eye contact with the man.

“Who is that man?” You asked, wary of the stranger who was supposedly the only person authorized to make contact with the Winter Soldier.

“He’s a psychologist sent by the United Nations just to conduct a primary evaluation. I’m not familiar with him personally,” Sharon said.

Steve studied the blurry photograph of Bucky that had been taken after he set the bomb off in Vienna. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?”

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon supplied.

“Right. It’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.” You could see the gears in his brain turning. Steve had always been the intuitive one.

“You’re saying someone framed him to find him,” Sharon said, catching on.

Sam spoke up, unsure of where your brother was going. “Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.”

“Sam has a point,” you said. You were all too familiar with the Winter Soldier program. If you didn’t want to be found, you had the ability to make yourself dead to the world. “We were trained to blend in, to hide in plain sight. Even if he had to run, no one man would ever be able to find him.”

“We didn’t bomb the UN. That turns a lot of heads,” Steve asserted.

“Yeah, but to your point,” Sharon said, nodding at you. “That doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed.

So there was a mole in the government, and he was probably in the building. Your gaze narrowed and you watched the people milling about outside your little bubble with a new suspicion. Whoever it was was obviously already ten steps ahead, you would have to wait until he made his next move. Beside you Sam stood from his seat, eyes similarly flicking from the screen to the windows and back. Steve looked like a racehorse ready to spring from its stall.

From the corner of the room, the conversation continued on through the speakers, even if no one was paying much attention any longer. “Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?” The man asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You fear that…if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry.”

The CIA agent, Captain America, the Falcon, and the Wolf Spider were too busy looking for a threat aimed at themselves to notice what was going on before them.

In the secured, private room five levels below the surface, Helmut Zemo received a message on his phone. A package of his had been delivered. Looking up, he wiped the false pretenses of innocence from his face. “We only have to talk about one.”

For a moment the room was plunged in darkness before emergency lights bathed the building in a red glow. The monitor with the video footage remained black. You looked at Sam. Now was your chance.

Steve looked to Sharon and she spoke without hesitation. “Sub-level five, east wing.”

No sooner than she had finished were the three of you bolting from the office and back the way you had been escorted in. You flew down the stairwell, concerned only for Bucky and getting to him before it was too late. But even super soldiers could only descend a dozen floors so fast. Heart racing, you jumped down the last flight, only to be met with a sign on the wall that read ‘Sub-Level 5; West.’

Without pause you pushed through the nearest doorway and wound your way through the maze of hallways. “This way!” Sam shouted. You and Steve rounded on your heels and went sprinting after him down a narrow corridor that served as a connection between the two wings of the building. The soft glow of emergency lighting lit the way, but between flashes the basement levels were pitch black. In the final stretch you overtook him and spilled out into another landing.

The doors to the room on your right were destroyed. A dozen guards lay spread out on the floor unconscious. The chamber was completely silent, but you doubted the chase truly ended here. You knelt and checked the pulse of the agent at your feet. He was alive.

“Help me. Help,” a voice cried out from further in the room. You picked up a discarded pistol and tucked it into the back of your waistband.

Steve was closer to the man than you and wasted no time picking him up and pinning him against the wall by his jacket collar. “Get up.” You’d never heard him sound so furious. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“To see an empire fall,” the man replied vaguely. After staring down Steve he turned to face you with the gleam of a predator in his eyes.Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Steve, we need to find Bucky,” you said.

The echo of footsteps rang down the hall as Sam caught up. Right as he stepped through the door Bucky came lunging out of the shadows, metal fist swinging for Sam’s face. Sam ducked just in time to avoid getting his teeth knocked out. Instead, a fist-sized chunk of the concrete wall blew away into pulverized chunks. But by the time he righted himself Bucky had already launched another attack. This time he grabbed him by the jaw and threw him all the way across the room to crash into the holding unit. The impact was enough to knock him out cold.

Steve looked torn between chasing after Bucky, checking on Sam, and further interrogating the psychologist.

“Go,” you said, nodding toward Bucky. “I got him.”

Steve launched himself at Bucky and pushed him back out into the hall.

You pulled the gun and trained it on the guilty party. Outside the exaggerated sound of two super soldiers fighting reverberated back to you. The shuffle of quick footwork followed by the concerning crash of a metal fist colliding with a wall at inhuman speed.

“Your name. Now,” you demanded.

“My full title is Baron Helmut Zemo. But I think the more important question is, who are you?”

The brawl in the hallway had stopped, and the renewed silence made you uneasy. “Enough with the games.” You flicked the pistol toward the exit. “Move. I’m taking you upstairs.”

He began to pick his way slowly across the room. “Okay, you’ve got me beat. But I just need to know one thing. Steve seems to think you’ve miraculously been returned to him the same as before he became Captain America.” It bothered you, how Zemo felt he had the right to use your brother’s name. “Show me what you hide from them, Wolf Spider. Show me who you really are.”

“Shut up,” you said, annoyed with his riddled speech. But before you could make another move, Bucky came ramming back into the holding room, kicking right at your stomach. The impact forced you to take a knee and as you scrambled to stand up, Zemo pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and began to speak. “Мрамор.”

Even over the rushes of blood pumping through your veins and the stomp of Bucky’s boots on the ground, you still heard it. Like a heat-seeking missile the word wormed its way into your brain and you faltered.

Panic seized you. You needed to get to Zemo. “Bucky, stop!” You yelled, desperate for any way to get around him for even a second. As you tried to stand he planted a foot and your chest and pushed you to the floor. The air left your lungs in a gust as your back slammed into the cement. The gun went flying from your grip and skittering across the floor. “Dick move, Barnes,” you said in a strained whisper.

“Восемь,” Zemo said, sounding closer now even though you couldn’t see him. You clamped your hands over your ears and screamed. Taking a chance you bashed your metal fist into Bucky’s knee and charged for Zemo. “Жжение.” His voice sent you careening off course as if repelled by his words. Fighting for any last scrap of control you punched the wall until your knuckles left bloody streaks. You counted back from ten in your head, jaw clenched so tight it was close to shattering.

Your defenses broken, Bucky reengaged the fight. You scrambled, narrowly blocking his punches from beating your face in and counting you out. You reassessed and went on the offensive. You’d have to take him out before going for his handler.

Easier said than done.

“Рекрут.” You fought even harder, even as a fog crept up the back of your mind. Where was Steve?

“Снегопад.” Another nail in the coffin. He landed a punch to your face and a deep split opened on your cheek. You barely felt the blood run down to your chin.

“Пять.” You managed to land a right hook on Bucky’s weak side. You capitalized on the small victory. Seizing him by the shoulders you grappled with him for a moment before sweeping his leg from under him. He fell with a thud and you lined up a kick to the side of his head. You’d apologize later.

“Увядший.” The Wolf Spider crawled up the back of your spine, jaws gnashing at your brain for control. Your attention slipped for a fraction of a second. But that was all the time the Winter Soldier needed. He seized your ankle and pulled you to the ground. Before you could get your bearings he clamped his fist around your neck and threw you against the wall.

“послушный.” The Soldier rammed his knee into your stomach and you doubled over in an attempt to suck air back into your lungs. The room spun and the lights blurred together. A male Sokovian accented voice was all you could hear above the ringing in your ears.

An arm snaked around your throat from behind and forced you to stand.

“An impressive attempt to be sure. But I’ve found that dogs can always be tamed.”

A fading voice in the back of your mind yelled at you to fight. Halfheartedly you tried to twist out of the Soldier’s hold.

“Одиннадцать.” A dam had cemented itself and separated you from your body.

“Пекин.” Your breathing became even and you looked to the man before you for instruction.

“Солдат?” He asked.

“Я готов отвечать.”

—

Natasha Romanoff walked through the chaos-ridden office, catching up to Tony Stark. Your swift absence hadn’t escaped her notice. She had almost chased after you herself. She’d desperately been wanting to talk to you since the Accords had been dropped in the team’s lap, but you had made yourself scarce since. She could tell that her decision had upset you, even if you were as unlikely to tell her so as you were to turn your back on Steve and Bucky.

“Please tell me you brought a suit,” she said. Because a fight against three super soldiers would be much easier won with a trick of their own.

“Sure did,” the Iron Man replied. “It’s a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button.” He stopped his nervous rant. “I’m an active-duty non-combatant.” Fancy speak for the government not being comfortable with his access to the greatest weapon’s system on the planet.

Sharon Carter ran up to them, an earpiece providing information Natasha nor Tony were privy to. “Follow me,” she told them.

They made their way downstairs onto the ground level. “The Winter Soldier has been unleashed,” Agent Carter said. “He’s on this floor in the lobby, probably trying to escape.”

“That’s a no-can-do from Agent Ross. We need a plan. Nat?” Tony looked expectantly toward the Black Widow.

“Why is it always up to me?” She asked, even as a plan formed in her mind.

“Because everyone knows my job is to look good and provide charity for you free loaders.”

Natasha narrowed her gaze at Tony’s watch. “Which outfit is that a part of?”

“It is as practical as it is fashionable. Glasses too,” he said.

“Tony, you’ll come up on him from behind. Get his attention, and try to disarm him if you can. Carter and I will be right behind.”

“I don’t remember volunteering to be the bait, Romanoff.”

Natasha motioned for Sharon and they picked their way around the edge of the sun-lit lobby. Civilian workers fleeing for their lives rushed around them in a current, but the women stood as solid as stone. The sound of combat reached her ears before she was able to see into the main lobby. A metal fist pounded against flesh and man after man crumpled to the floor. The snap of a bone being broken and the subsequent screams.

Natasha rounded the corner into the foyer just as a terrible supersonic blast flooded the area. Tony had stunned the attacker if only for a moment. To her horror it wasn’t Barnes standing there, but you. She couldn’t see your face as you moved to pummel Tony, but she knew what she’d see. A figure of a ghost from the Red Room flashed before her eyes.

A gunshot shook her out of her stupor and she ran after Sharon into the fray. You elbowed Tony in the face before punching him in the gut hard enough to send him flying into a table several feet away.

Before you could finish the job Sharon ran at you, forcing you to block a kick and a jab. You wound up an answering punch that would’ve cracked her sternum but she ducked away and you missed. As you recovered, Natasha lodged a knee into your stomach before crouching down to jab you in the groin. She didn’t want to fight you, but she would. All it took was one look into your eyes to separate the Wolf Spider from the person she knew you were.

Sharon landed a roundhouse kick to the head but as she wound up for a second assault you caught her leg and hurled her down onto a table. The legs broke underneath with a clatter.

As you were turned around, Natasha took the opportunity to seize you from behind and flip herself up onto your shoulders. With anyone else she would’ve been able to floor them from this position. But the Wolf Spider intimately knew all of the Black Widow’s moves. All those years ago, you had taught her much of the combat she still used today.

She rained down blows on your head as you crossed the lobby. She grunted as she threw her fists down over and over in a vain attempt to get you to drop her. Instead you carried her to a table and slammed her down. Before she could recover, you clamped your hand around her neck and choked her out.

Scrabbling at your metal forearm, Natasha’s face burned red. She felt her windpipe being crushed under your grip. But even under the eclipse of death’s shadow, the scariest thing was what they’d done to you. She knew you’d tear yourself up about it later, and worse she knew no one here would understand.

On the verge of passing out, she managed one last choked whisper. “You could at least recognize me.” Maybe, as Natasha’s heart was shattered in two, she could pass some of that anguish onto you.

If anything you only squeezed harder and she felt the strength waste away from her muscles.

Seemingly out of nowhere you were shoved off of her. She gasped and pulled as much air in as she could through her bruised throat. All she could manage was to stare up at the ceiling and blink away the spots from her vision.

Rallying, Natasha pushed herself up and saw Tony standing over you with his mechanical gloved hand extended. She coughed and asked, “How?”

You were on your knees, hands clamped tightly over your ears and fingers digging into the back of your head.

“Lucky guess,” Tony said. “Think of it like a dog whistle, but for super soldiers. And also like blow your head off levels of loud. Had to estimate the frequency after getting beaten half to death. But it looks like I’ve outwitted the killing machine.”

Natasha was frozen. You’d just about suffocated her, but a large part of her still wanted to yell at Tony and tell him to cut it out. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, it’s no symphony, I can tell you that.”

She threw a glare in his direction.

“I don’t know. Ballpark? Somewhere between a migraine and an ice pick through the ear.”

A dozen more security personnel came flooding in. They rounded in a circle around you and half of them readied their guns. The rest assaulted you with tasers. You fell to the floor in a series of violent spasms and Natasha looked away.

“Let’s get this one ready for transport,” one barked.

“Natasha, are you okay?” Tony asked.

“I’m fine,” she said, voice still raw.

“That psycho almost killed you.” He always got assertive when he was worried. “You see, this is why we need the Accords. To keep chaos from breaking out in refuges of peace for godsake.”

Natasha looked back at where your limp body was being dragged away. She wished she could go back to before any of this started. She was terrified that she had missed her chance to tell you how she felt. “He’s not a psycho.”

“Then you and I have very different definitions of the word.”

“Stark.” The disappointed voice of Secretary Ross called.

“We have the Wolf Spider in custody sir.” Tony adjusted his tie.

“And Barnes, Wilson, and the other Rogers are all in the wind. One out of four is three less than I expected of you.”

But Natasha had had enough of Thadeus Ross for a lifetime. She walked away wishing that you were by her side instead. Isolated from the beaurucrats and politicians and the bridge with Steve having been thoroughly burned, she felt lost. All around her the pieces of the life she had worked so hard to build lay scattered. The overwhelming urge to hit something surged. How did she get here?

—

You sat by Natasha under a tree in the forest behind the Avengers’ Compound. The chirping birds and the rustle of wind through the leaves were the only sounds that broke the silence out here. Everything at the compound was a blur of light and rush of movement all the time. You couldn’t get two seconds without someone needing something from you. So you had developed the habit of sneaking out and picking a random direction to pass an afternoon.

Natasha had a book in her hands. Today her hair was pulled back in a braid and thrown over her shoulder. You liked when she put it up because you could see her face more clearly.

“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy,” she read. You ran your hand through the grass and dirt absentmindedly. “Are you listening?”

“Yeah, of course.” You had been listening, but not to what she said, but how she spoke it. “It’s just I’ve read Gatsby before. Jay is a dreamer, but he still loses everything. It’s not fair. He didn’t know any better but to follow his heart.”

“That’s not how I see it,” she replied. “Listen. ‘His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was’.” She shifted closer, leg almost bumping your own. Uncomfortable with the proximity bordering on affection you subtly moved away. “Jay is chasing a life that he can no longer have. And in the process he ruins himself, and the woman he loves. He should’ve known better.”

Overhead the branches had become indistinguishable from one another and instead blended together as one entrapment. The fading orange glow cast by the setting sun reminded you to start heading back. The woods would be near impossible to navigate without the light. You stood and reached a hand out to help Natasha up. She grasped it tightly and instead pulled you down to her.

“You should’ve known better.” A haunted despair paled her features.

“What?”

The crack of fracturing bones echoed throughout the lonely clearing and Natasha cried out. Your hand had begun to squeeze hers tight enough to crush it. You willed yourself to let go but your stubborn metal fist refused to obey.

“You destroy everything you love, even if you never say the words out loud.”

A bullet hole slowly materialized in the middle of her forehead. Blood seeped down her face and she smiled a bloody smile.

“You should’ve stayed dead.”

You jerked yourself awake with a gasp. The dream faded from your mind almost immediately, as had the once before where you’d been stuck in a cave, and the one before that where you’d slaughtered an entire family.

You took a second to examine the unfamiliar environment. The cell you were in was bright and clean, and the camera assured there was no privacy. Across from you was an identical unit. In fact, the entire room was just an octagon of prison cells.

You rubbed at your face, only for the movement to be followed by a metallic clanking. Both of your wrists were manacled with thick iron cuffs which were anchored to the wall with a chain. Your left wrist was chaffed and dried blood coated your hand. Alarm surged through you.

No, you would rather die than play prisoner and puppet for anyone else again.

You stood up, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. But when you tried to step away from the wall you were yanked back, not by your wrists, but by a chain around your neck. Coughing, you fell back against the wall and pulled at the tight restraint. All you succeeded in doing was irritating the inflamed skin underneath.

“Hey buddy, are you okay?”

You snapped your attention to the voice. You didn’t recognize the guy who had spoken, but the man in the cell next to him looked familiar. Your head throbbed as you tried to remember. He had short brown hair and sat hunched over on a bench, just watching.

“Fine,” you said. Your voice sounded about as shitty as the rest of your body felt. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Scott. You actually don’t know me cause we haven’t met, but I fought with your brother. He’s a really nice guy. Of course you know that.” You shot him a glare. “You know what, I’m just going to shut up now.”

Confusion spun your battered brain around even further. Your brother. You had a brother named Steve. Steve was small so you had to–wait, that wasn’t quite right. Steve’s strength had caught up to the size of his will. He was a soldier. The Soldier. Солдат. A fresh pang wracked your head. No. A captain. Captain America.

The room felt cold but your hand was clammy. Sweat dampened your hair as if you had caught a fever. You squeezed your eyes shut. Why were these lights so damn bright? Where were you?

“Hey, what’s going on? I can’t see into the cell. Is he back?”

You knew that voice. You trusted it as well as you may trust anyone. If only you could think harder. You opened your eyes and again saw the familiar-looking man. The name came to you this time. “Clint,” you said.

Hope cleared some of the melancholic fog that had marred his features.

“Where are we? What happened? Where’s Steve?”

When he spoke, it was reserved, but you could tell he was holding back. “Steve called me. The Avengers fought. Some of them are picking up the mess. The rest of us landed our asses in here. You though…you were already here when they brought us in. I wish I could tell you why.”

“It’s Sam,” the man in the unit directly to the right of yours said. He banged on the wall for effect. “You were with me and Steve back in Berlin. Bucky was controlled and he went after us. He knocked me out and by the time I woke everyone was gone. I met up with Steve and Bucky outside, but you were gone. I’m sorry. If we would have known…”

“It’ll come back eventually.” Even if you could barely remember your own name now, somehow you knew this. The memories always came back, especially the bad ones.

“I should tell you, this isn’t the first time you’ve woken up,” Clint said. Scott looked away. “The first two times you didn’t say anything or acknowledge us. You just pulled away as hard as you could until you made yourself pass out.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. So they had all received a front row view of the mindless monster you were. “What is this place, anyway?”

“They call it the Raft. It’s an American prison unit that they dropped into the middle of the Atlantic.” Barton’s voice had taken on an undercurrent of anger. “It’s where they stick the worst of the worst.”

“Is anyone else here?” You asked.

“Wanda. Probably. I don’t know, they put her in a separate transport.” Your heart dropped. Why would they bring her into this? She was just a kid. And with her powers, you could only imagine what they were doing to keep her locked up.

You didn’t ask if there was a plan. The atmosphere here wasn’t exactly revolutionary. You drew your knees up to your chest and rested as best as you could.

Sometime later–you were sure the room had been built to be purposefully disorienting–the door slid open with a whir. In walked Tony Stark, his left arm in a sling and sporting a terrible black eye.

Clint stood up and began to slowclap, finally finding a target to take his anger out on. “The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He sknows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

The goading worked, drawing Tony’s attention away from you. “Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they would put you here. Come on.”

He spit on the ground in defiance. “Yeah, well, you knew they’d put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey.” Stark gestured at the barred cells, gaze catching on you for a moment. “You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint walked closer to the glass of his cage. “Criminals, Tony. Think that’s the word you’re looking for. Right?” The two estranged teammates stood eye to eye. “That didn’t used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. But here we are.” A long time ago that didn’t used to mean you either.

“Because you broke the law.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t make you.”

Clint turned his back on Tony. “La, la, la, la, la…”

“Alright, you’re all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don’t understand, why didn’t you think about them before you chose the wrong side?” Realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Clint he walked away.

Barton rounded on him. “You gotta watch your back with this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it,” he said, slamming on the glass.

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark,” Scott said with as much menace in his voice as he could conjure. You wondered how a civilian like him had gotten wrapped up in this fight.

“Who are you?” Stark walked right past him and onto Sam’s unit.

“Come on, man.”

“How’s Rhodes?” Wilson asked, not as willing to bite as Clint had been.

“They’re flying him to Columbia Medical tomrrow. So…fingers crossed. What do you need? They feed you yet?”

You couldn’t see Sam from your cell, but you hoped that he’d tell Stark off too.

“You’re the good cop now?” He asked sarcastically.

“I’m just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.”

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you’re gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

Stark messed with his watch. “Oh, I just knocked the ‘A’ out of their ‘AV’. We got about thirty seconds before they realize it’s not their equipment.” You looked up at the security camera in the corner of your cell. Could he really do that? “Just look,” he went on. “Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes.” A little picture of a clearly dead man appeared out of thin air. “Clealy, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

“That’s a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he’s about to need all the help he can get. We don’t know each other very well. You don’t have to…”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Sam interrupted. You wished you were in his eyeline so you could shake your head no in silent protest. But you didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to pick a verbal fight right now so you stayed quiet. “Look, I’ll tell you…but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.”

Sam spoke so quietly you were sure without super hearing you wouldn’t have heard. “They went to an old Soviet-HYDRA bunker in Siberia. The fake doctor is going to unleash five more Winter Soldiers.”

“Okay. Wilson, I won’t forget this,” he said with fake malice in his voice to impress the cameras.

He turned to you next. “Rogers.” He saluted. Shame burned your face. You felt like a wild animal on display. And Tony Stark’s presence wasn’t exactly a comforting one since you presumed he was largely at fault for the team’s current predicament. “You’re not going to go all Terminator on me again, are you?”

You stared at him blankly, not moving from your place on the floor in the middle of the cell.

“Really? Nothing. I just came up with that one. Any messages from you to your brother I can deliver when I find him?”

“Tell him after all this he needs to get his ass as far from trouble as possible. Tell him I’m right where I should be.”

“How about I just say you’ll send him a postcard?” He quipped, walking away.

“Stark,” you called. “Lay a hand on Steve and I will find you.”

He didn’t turn back, but he gave a thumbs up on his way out.

—

You don’t think you could ever tire of the view before you. For most of your life you never believed you’d travel outside New York City, but here you were on the other side of the world. The waters below the ship were as blue and clean as great artists imagined in their scenes. The current lapped gently at the hull and you let the sound wash through you. Ahead, snow-capped mountains rose into the cloudy sky. The buildings and streets you were so used to being surrounded by in the city were replaced by miles of undisturbed woodland. The sky was overcast, but calm for now. Mist hung in the air and clung to your jacket. Maybe it would storm later, maybe it wouldn’t. You found peace in the apprehension.

“Hey,” Natasha said. You hadn’t heard her come up. She joined you at the railing and pushed a phone into the water.

“How’s the Good Secretary?”

“I’ve got him chasing his tail in D.C. We are officially in the wind.”

Steve and Natasha had broken you out of the Raft three days ago. Since then you’d decided to split up while the heat died down. He had wanted you to go with him, but you couldn’t look at your brother without feeling crushed by six decades worth of guilt. You still thought he would be safer without you, but you couldn’t escape the disappointed look on his face. Hurting him was like kicking a little puppy.

“Steve would love this place,” you said. Natasha took in the view while you admired her. Her hair was down and flowed past her shoulders. The wind blew strands of it about in a way that told you God indeed played favorites. “He loved to draw. And he was damn good at it too. Kid used to draw everything. Our old apartment, back alleys, the sky. He wouldn’t know what to do if he saw all of this.”

“You’re worried about him.”

“Really? Was I being that obvious?” You were tired, but you smiled anyway.

“The first time I met Steve he couldn’t make heads or tails of the shirt on his back, much less anything else humanity had changed. Yesterday, he was piloting the most advanced jet on the planet. Sounds like he’s the same resilient kid you grew up with. Except now he can throw a man a couple dozen yards.”

“I think he could literally be invincible and I’d still worry,” you admitted.

“I think that’s how family is supposed to work. And if it helps, he’s got Sam to watch his back.”

“Why did you volunteer to come with me?” You asked. You bit your lip nervously and scanned the grayish-blue horizon. “I almost killed you. I mean I would have killed you if Stark hadn’t…” You’d opened Pandora’s Box and couldn’t stop all of the guilt from pouring out. “And all those years ago in the Red Room, what I did to you. Why don’t you hate me?”

“Because I know who you really are. And that wasn’t you. Never was.” She said it so fervently that you almost believed her.

“But that’s just the thing. It was me. All of that blood is on my hands. If something happened to you, that would be on me.” And I don’t think I would survive without you. You left the rest unsaid, but it hung in the air just out of reach. “All he had to do was say the goddamn words and I lost it.”

“And you came back.” You found your mind wandering off into the mountains afar. “Hey look at me.” She laid a hand on your shoulder and brought you back from your reverie. Her warm breath fanned across your cheek. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

“I can’t shake this feeling, Nat.” You heaved a shuddering breath. “That horrible voice is always in the back of my head. I’m so scared that one day it’ll drown me out.” Your eyes hurt from the force of holding back tears. “Please don’t let it drown me.”

Natasha wrapped her arms around you in a supportive hug. “I’ll never give up on you,” she said. “You can always come back to me.” You cautiously hugged her back and draped yourself over her. You concentrated on what was around you. The smell of the sea-salted air, the warmth of her body, the churn of the boat's engine.

You let her go and cleared your throat, rubbing harshly at your eyes. “Me too,” you said. “I mean, I’m here for you. ‘Til kingdom come.” You’d always fight for her. Truth is you had been for a long time now, you just didn’t realize it.

“You’re not the only one who’s done unspeakable things,” she whispered, as if preoccupied with reliving some awful memory. You weren’t the only one with demons intent on ruining any scrap of peace.

“Aren’t we quite the pair?” You inspected her hoodie and all of its familiarity. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

“No,” she lied, even as she messed with the ends of the sleeves that went well past her hands.

“Mhm. So did you bring any of my clothes for me or…?”

“I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again,” Natasha said. Her voice was shaky with frustration and pent-up anxiety. “I was so worried. I thought that this would be all I had left to remember you by. I kept thinking that we would get into the Raft and you wouldn’t be there.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. The week and a half you were locked up for you hadn’t thought about where she might be. You told yourself you were too preoccupied with Steve and Bucky to otherwise focus. But you knew to think about Natasha was to admit you cared deeply for her. That was a battle you weren’t ready to surrender. “I didn’t know.” But maybe now was the time to lay down arms.

“That’s right you didn’t know. You didn’t think. That’s the problem you think you’re invincible and you run headfirst into danger time and time again.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Except it’s not just you anymore, Rogers. There are people that care about you and how you act affects them. When you make a stupid move it’s not just you who suffers the consequences.” Her voice cracked under the weight of the words.

“I can’t just sit around when something goes bad. You can’t ask me to do that.” You had so much time, so many lives to make up for. And that came about by means of action.

“I thought that you were dead. Don’t you understand that?” Natasha’s eyes were full of sorrow and accusation. Your cheeks flushed and you stared into the icy waters. She had every right to be mad. “When they dragged you away I was sure they were going to execute you. Again.”

The reference stung. When the Red Room found out you’d broken your programming they’d practically beaten you to death in front of Natasha before shipping you back to HYDRA. The scars still burned in your dreams.

An apology formed on your lips. “I know,” she said. The bitterness had burned itself out of her tone. What was left you couldn’t describe. A profound understanding, edges brightened by the hope of a fresh start.

An unspoken something lingered in the cool morning air.

Natasha grabbed your gloved hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. She leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

You thought that, just maybe, you’d found where you were supposed to be.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader

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imwetforyourmom · 5 months

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Masterlist‼️‼️

fanfic masterlist.

masterlist edit number #2

the edits are not mine.

All three

home

comfort your child

ghost busters

ladies

eyes

“and matt was ugly”

the goat

girl look at that body

home is whenever im with you

frozennova

heartless

shaboya

muévete

innocent, remember?

deja vu

la, la, la

who ya gonna call?

Nick

hot

imitate

they gon hate me regardless

you know I will

ok now where that beautiful man at

alone

you know where to find me, and i know where to look

shh

dont you think we’re going too far?

I instantly started crying

woah, no

im angeline joline

I feel like a fem queen

Matt

rider, rider.

360°

make it rain

shower

woman

super duper

stage

hands on your knees

good shot

oh yeah

back that ass

mr miyagi

she said

both

go bang

pythia

the beat drop

one bullet

light vs dark

phenomenal

superman

just take the train

you’ll pick it up now

fingertips of yours

she got me up all night

fingertips of yours

you’ll pick it up now

just take the train

pink shirt

sweetheart

I feel like a fem queen

hes so fine

bad bitch wanna fuck

Chris

one last problem

where have you been

plot twist

hot

back that ass

breakin dishes

chester

heart to heart

oh yeah

she knows

tour

not drew

rubbing on her thighs

light shot diamonds

where have you been

el chris caliente

yk you cant roam without caeser

blow what off?

both

the beat drop

like a harley

one bullet

take it slow

light vs dark

phenomenal

superman

I just gotta know

oh my fucking gosh

I only call you when

I just gotta know

dont you think we’re going too far?

I instantly started crying

im kinda busy..

yeah

chris is the boy that I wanna meet

#masterlist #edits #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo edit #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo edit #matthew sturniolo

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ebonyslasher · 10 months

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What’s going on Sis! I have a little request!

Female Slashers Being Invited to their black! S/O family Cookout!

Please? For the culture! And thank you ❤️

Hey sis! I'll definitely do that for you and the culture 💕

Female slashers being invited to their black!S/O's family cookout:

Although there's a bunch of human food, and she can't eat any blood: it smells delicious. She'll nibble on some before she hits her limit. Too much human food can make her barf. And she doesn't want to be disrespectful.

Plus the food was DIVINE. Oh, that sweet red velvet and that mac and cheese~. Now y'all know white people love some cheese!

Might want to watch your hornier cousins around her. Can't have them going missing.....

Will she dance? Sure. It won't be on beat sometimes but she looks great doing it!

Most of the family likes her, except a few. Your conservative aunties/grandma turn up their nose at the way she dresses and parades around. You tell her not to mind them.

She's pretty chill, although the temptation of eating your horny ass cousins is high. Y'all might have to leave a little early.

Oh wait, a smoke break? Excuse me, a trip to the corner store. Yeah let's go and get some snacks rq

Very excited to meet your extended family.

Overwhelmed by 2 things: either or both by A. how big your family is or B. how outgoing they are.

Thankfully, they figure out fast that she is shy. So most back off and leave it to just and introduction. A few try to get her out of her shell. "Ay girl, you don't have to be so shy!" "We wont bite ya!"

She thinks they are wonderful and she loves how hospitable they are towards her.

You'll find her either sticking right beside you or by your other very shy cousins hanging out around the house.

Dancing? OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Maybe next time?

The food? Delectable. Carrie stares at the desserts very longingly. But, she'll need to wait until she finishes her main food! That's what she was taught. But one problem is...if she makes it there.

"Oh, y/n I'm so sleepy." The itis done got to her.

She goes to find a room but there's a bunch of toddlers drooling on the bed. It's such a cute scene, but not what she needs. She goes to try to find another unoccupied room.

Lady Dimitrescu:

"Dear...why are we going so late? They said it'll start at 2:00 pm."

"Lady D...START isthe key word here. It's a suggestion anyway."

She thinks you want to be fashionably late but nooooo. The food won't be done by then. And most of the family damn sure wont be there. We play on CP time honey.

Y'all get there via her monster transformation, since her big tall ass can't fit in a regular car.

And you did warn her ahead of time that she will get comments about how tall she is. Especially from your one cousin that couldn't keep their mouth shu-

"Damn cuz you aint tell me you gotta AMAZONIAN." Lord here they go. Other than the occasional, "Damn, she big!," Lady D mostly deals with stares the whole time.

And of course that one uncle and cousin dup have to ask, "She give you dat snu snu?," trying to play with you. You try not to laugh but it's a little funny.

Out of respect of your family, she doesn't bludgeon your very thirsty uncle.

The food smells appetizing, but she will have to pass. It'll fuck up her stomach, unless it's a very bloody piece of meat. The desserts are what she can eat. She adores the peach cobbler and the key lime pie.

She tries to dance but she accidentally knocks a few people over with her hips. Oh well!

Dre:

She knows what time it is. They said 1:30 pm? Y'all not going until 3:30.

Scarfs down the food, it's scary. Some of your family are looking at her like she crazy. And she is.

"Damn, the food ain't going nowhere!!"

She knows that!!! But it's just too damn good!

Dancing? Eh, if she's in the mood. If your family has been really nice she might. She will request a Queen Ni'jah song.

Speaking of that, she will be adamant on asking your cousins if they fuck with her. You already told them ahead of time to just say yes.

She hangs out in the corner, strategically placing herself by the food.

She'll play some games, surprisingly good at spades. Her favorite part is slamming the cards on the table. Basically this video.

#slasher x reader #carrie white #jennifer check #lady dimitrescu #dre #carrie white x reader #jennifer check x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #dre x reader #swarm #black reader

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eddievanhammettmunson · 2 years

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Rescue The Princess

Eddie x Female reader

Author's note- Hola gremlins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot cause I can’t resist so I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to give feedback and make sure to show your support! 8.3k words

Warnings- 18+++++ Minors get out please. This isn’t for you <3. So we have smut. Oral female receiving, unprotected p in v (wrap it up guys don’t be stupid like them), foul language, violence, a creepy old man at one point so be warned, mention of blood, nude photography. If there’s more don’t hesitate to let me know.

Summary- after meeting the new girl who works at the arcade Eddie Munson finds himself head over heels for the girl he wants to call his princess.

“I’m sorry Henderson I have no idea when dig dug will be back up. Kieth said he called a guy to take a look at it but I don’t know yet.”

“Shit, shit, shit! My high score!”

“I mean Max still had the highest score on the game so you’re not losing much. You still have centipede and I heard you still have to beat Lucas on Dragon's Lair? Plus there’s plenty of other games to play in here. You’ll live.”

As you head back behind the counter you watch the young boy make his way round to Dragon’s Lair as he begins to try and rescue the princess. It’s a slow day so Henderson and his friends are pretty much the only ones in the arcade right now. They continue to play for a while until the bell goes off and you turn your attention towards the door.

Steve, Robin, and someone you didn’t know walked in right on schedule like he did everyday after he finished his shift next door at Family Video. He claps his hands together to get the attention of the young children playing their games. “Come on twirps it’s time to go!”

Dustin automatically begins arguing with Steve about needing a couple extra minutes because he’s so sure he’s going to get the princess this time.

As Steve and Dustin continue to argue, Robin and her friend make their way to the counter.

“So y/n how long have the kids been bugging you today?”

“Well I know they were here for Kieth’s shift this morning so pretty much all day.”

Robin chuckles and you turn your attention to the man standing next to her. He’s taller than you and pretty intimidating except for his big wide eyes that seem to be piercing into you.

You reach out a steady hand to shake his.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m y/n y/l/n.”

He finally gains some sort of sense and straightens out and shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eddie Munson.”

As he continues to shake your hand it doesn’t dawn on the both of you how long the handshake actually lasts until Robin clears her throat and gently nudges Eddie. He finally retracts his hand leaving yours feeling a little empty.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie. How do you know everybody?”

“Oh well you see I run this club that some of the kids are in. You might have heard about it…”

“WAIT! You’re the guy Dustin’s always talking about? From Hellfire right? You do appear to be as cool as Dustin said.”

The blush that crosses Eddie’s face doesn’t go unnoticed but it does go unspoken.

“I’ll have to talk to Dustin and figure out why he hasn’t mentioned the amazing girl at the arcade then cause it’s truly criminal that I didn’t know about you till today.”

Finally Steve walks over dragging Dustin away from the machine and to the counter. You turn your attention to Dustin. “So Dustin, did you get the princess this time?”

“I would have if Steve would let me finish my game!”

Steve scoffs “oh like yesterday? Or last week? Face it man the princess just isn’t meant to be yours. Now come on I gotta drop all you guys off before your parents beat my ass.” Steve led all the children outside and you stood there alone with Eddie and Robin for a moment.

“See y/n you should trade jobs with me for a day so I can babysit the little demons and you can stock movies with Steve all day!”

“Love ya Rob but I quite enjoy my little gig I’ve got going here by myself. How about you Munson?”

“What about me?”

“You got a job?”

“Oh yeah I help fix up cars at the mechanic up the road. Lot less people to deal with face to face.”

“Ah I see. Not a people person?”

“Well the opposite. People don’t seem to be too big a fan of me in this town so I steer clear for the most part”

Robin laughs “bullshit tell that to your lunchtime shows in the cafeteria or your run ins with the Hawkins basketball team.”

Eddie looks a bit coy after being exposed by Robin’s comments.

Steve yells something outside to Robin and Robin says her goodbye and leaves you at the counter with Eddie. Who leans on the counter to talk to you some more.

“So uh y/n? Why haven’t I seen you around before?”

“Well I moved here not too long ago and Keith was nice enough to get me this job here.”

“Oh I see. Was wondering why I hadn’t seen you at school before. You starting anytime soon?”

“Yeah actually I start after break. At least I know I’ll have at least Robin to hangout with.”

“Hey you got me now too. We may not be the most popular but I promise all my boys in hellfire would love to know you.”

“Yeah Dustin’s told me a lot about your hellfire. I might actually have to see what all the hype was about.”

You move from behind the counter with some cleaning supplies and go to wipe down the machines. Starting with Dragons Lair to get Dustin’s snack covered fingerprints off of the machine. Eddie follows you.

“So Eddie shouldn’t you be going before Steve threatens to tear your head off?”

“What? Oh no I drove myself here. You see that van outside?”

You turn around and look out the window at Eddie’s van that happens to be parked right next to your car. You turn your attention back to the machine and continue cleaning until Eddie asks you a question.

“So you ever play any of them or just babysit the machines all day?”

You scoff “well of course I play Munson. What would I be doing on the slow days? I’m the only one who was able to beat Lucas’s score on Dragon’s Lair. How about you Munson? You ever played?”

“Nah I don’t come in here often without Dustin or the kids and usually it’s just to drop them off. Came here plenty with my band mates back in the day.”

“Band mates?”

“Oh yeah I’m in this band. We play at the hideout on Tuesdays. You should come see us.”

“I usually work Tuesday nights but I’m sure I could convince Keith to give me the night off or let me out early.”

“Wow I didn’t expect you to actually say yes.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You seem nice enough and I could use more friends in town.”

Eddie looks at the time and realizes he’s really late for band practice and if you’re gonna come to a show he definitely wants the time to perfect his set. Although he doesn’t want to stop talking with you. He promises himself he’ll come back tomorrow to see you.

“Hey y/n I gotta go but I’ll see you around all right?”

“Yeah definitely!”

You watch as Eddie leaves and you begin to wonder if anything you said had driven him to leave so suddenly. Choosing to try and ignore his sudden departure you turn your attention back to the machine and continue to clean.

****

“Where the hell have you been man? It's been an hour and a half?” Gareth was fuming. Sure it wasn’t unusual for Eddie to show up a little late but Eddie was never this late.

“Sorry man. I just met this amazing girl at the arcade and lost track of time” he picks up his guitar and gets into position to play but the other guys aren’t having it. First he’s late and then he talks about a girl. Eddie never talks about girls. Sure he’s banged chicks at the hideout but Eddie Munson talking to a girl and losing track of time? Now that was a sight to see.

As Eddie stood up front by the microphone he started to strum his guitar but no other instruments were joining in. So with a heavy sigh Eddie turns back around to face his band mates.

“What?”

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other and back to Eddie. Gareth was the first to pluck up the courage.

“A girl?”

“Yes. A girl. You know that other half of our species? Females? Do I need to spell it out for you Gareth the great?”

“Come on man. You can’t just mention a girl like that and then tell us nothing about her?”

“Well. She’s a girl. She works at the arcade. And she’s amazing. What more do you want to know?”

Jeff finally chirps in. “Is she hot?”

Eddie flicks his guitar pick at Jeff. “Not that it’s relevant or but yes. She’s very hot. She looks like. Like. Like a princess? She’s gorgeous”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he described you. Remembering how stunned he was to see someone so beautiful at the counter rather than Keith.

“So what about her, had you so distracted that you were this late for band practice?”

“Well I was actually telling her about the band. Asked her if she would wanna come to a show sometime and she actually said yes. Soooo stop talking so much and let’s practice.”

Eddie turns back around and begins to play the guitar again and this time the instruments join in. Creating a beautiful metal symphony that Eddie hopes you’ll appreciate.

****

After work you got in your car and headed home. As you drove home you couldn’t help but think about Eddie. Sure you’d met a few people since coming to Hawkins but none quite like Eddie. Sure you hadn’t started school yet and you were bound to meet more people but something about Eddie had you transfixed. Still wondering as to why he left so suddenly today. Had you said something wrong?

Reaching your home you get out and walk inside. Seeing a note that your parents were gone yet again. You decide to roll a joint and get a little stoned. School was only a few days away and you were rather nervous. You’d always been considered “popular” at your other schools but you wanted a change this time. You didn’t want the parties and the drugs and the assholes. You want a better life this time. But for some reason your life always seems to attract the popular crowd. Maybe this time you can find a way to deter them.

You fall asleep thinking of ways you can deter the popular crowd yet as you sleep you manage to dream of Eddie. Nothing specific. Just flashes of his smile and his face. Lulling you into a deep calming sleep.

***

The next day Eddie had actually woken up before noon. He called Steve and told him that he would pick up the kids and take them to the arcade today. Steve was grateful because now he only had to worry about getting Robin.

Eddie then got on his radio and told Dustin to tell the others to be ready because he was picking them up today. Dustin tried to protest and tell Eddie to do it himself but Eddie said if he didn’t than Dustin would have a very special path to walk on the next campaign so Dustin decided to just do it.

When Eddie got to Dustin’s house and Dustin hopped in the car, Eddie already knew he was in for quite the car ride because of the shit eating grin on Dustin’s face.

“So why’d you wanna pick us up today Eddie?”

“No reason Henderson just had some free time and figured Harrington could use the day off.”

“Oh so this has nothing to do with y/n?”

Eddie's face turned a bit red and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“What are you talking about Henderson?”

“Y/n. It was so obvious yesterday that you were throwing yourself at her.”

“I was not!”

“Oh really. That 5 minute handshake was really something.”

“1.the handshake was not that long. 2. How would you even know? You were fighting with Steve the whole time?”

“Yeah I was fighting with Steve and yet the stench of you flirting with y/n was so strong that I could smell it across the arcade.”

“Shut it Henderson before I disband hellfire just to spite you.”

“Fine. But if you ask me I think she was flirting back.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow and turned his attention from the road to Dustin.

“You think?”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up about it.”

“Dustin.”

“Fine, fine. But she’s usually not that smiley around other customers.”

Eddie smiled at the comment and turned his attention back to the road as he continued to the other kids' houses. After getting all the kids loaded in the back of his van now looking like a major kidnapper. He made his way to the arcade.

***

Walking into the arcade has Eddie immediately disappointed when he sees Keith at the counter and not you. Keith was nice enough to inform Eddie that you didn’t start work that day until 2 pm so he had about an hour to wait for you.

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh at Eddie for even asking and Eddie smacked Dustin on the arm for laughing at him.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made their way over to Centipede and Max, El and Will went over to play air hockey. Eddie joined each of the kids' games for a few minutes to pass the time until he found himself standing in front of Dragon's Lair. He saw Lucas score in second place and then he assumed your initials were in first place.

He stood there for a moment before sitting at the machine and deciding to give it a go. It was actually pretty fun and reminded him of Dungeons and Dragons. He ended up passing the entire hour trying to rescue the princess and failing.

His attention was only turned from the game when he was just about to reach the princess when Eddie felt a tap on his shoulder that made him jump out of the chair. Causing the knight to be burned to a crisp by the Dragon. Leaving the princess to be rescued another day.

Eddie turned around to face you with a pout. “I almost had her!”

You giggled for a second and then felt guilty. “Sorry Eddie. Was just a bit shocked to see you in here playing after yesterday. Thought you didn’t play?”

“Well you convinced me. Looked so fun I decided I had to come back and give it a shot.”

“Really? I almost thought I’d scared you away yesterday with the way you left.”

Eddie was taken aback. How could you ever think he’d get scared away from you.

“Well what made you think that sweetheart?”

“I dunno. You ran out pretty fast yesterday after i said I’d go to one of your shows.”

“Oh shit no it’s not like that at all. Once you’d said you’d come to a show I remembered I had band practice. I actually turned up late haha.”

“Oh god I’m sorry I made you late for practice Eddie!”

You actually looked guilty and Eddie began to worry. He didn’t want you to feel bad for anything ever.

“Don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t been late before or won’t be late again ya know?”

You walked over to the arcade counter and walked behind it. Setting your bag and water bottle underneath the counter as you get yourself situated. Eddie follows suit but stays on the customer side of the counter.

“So Eddie! I’ve got great news.”

“Really and what’s that princess?”

“Wait, hold on. Princess? I’m not a princess.”

“It’s a term of endearment, sweetheart. If you don’t like it I can change it.”

“No. No. Don’t change it. I like it. Just wasn’t expecting it that’s all. Anyways my news is that I traded a shift with Keith so I can come see your band Tuesday. If that’s okay?”

“If that’s okay? That’s great! I will say don’t get your hopes up though. We’re not some famous musicians. We just play at a bar with a bunch of drunks.”

“Sounds perfect”

The tone of your voice surprised Eddie. There was no hint of sarcasm. You genuinely sounded excited and that alone made Eddie just as excited.

You had to go gather the change from each of the machines for your shift so Eddie returned back to Dragons Lair and continued to try and save the princess but to no avail.

This time however Eddie had an excuse for not rescuing the princess. He was watching you the entire time. Each machine you went to where you would bend over and collect the change. Eddie couldn’t ignore that you were hot. And Every-time he had to watch you bend over to open the machine he was pretty sure he’d stop breathing.

It wasn’t lost on you that Eddie was staring at your ass. Every-time you’d bend over you’d hear his character die yet again in some tragic fashion. So each time you’d give him a little show. Bending over a little slower each time. Sticking out your ass a bit. It was fun knowing you had his attention on you like this.

Eventually you finished gathering the change from all the machines and returned to your station at the counter. You found yourself watching Eddie. Now that he wasn’t constantly distracted by your ass, you could see him actually focusing on the game. You observed the way he would stick out his tongue just a little bit when he was really getting into it. The adorable little tantrums he would throw Every-time he died.

Eventually Eddie got frustrated and threw his hands up in defeat and looked at you. You got up from the counter with a laugh and made your way over to Dragon's Lair.

“Having trouble Munson?”

“It’s gotta be rigged! This is impossible. There’s no way to actually beat it!”

“I promise you it’s not rigged. How do you think Lucas and I beat it?”

“Magic the both of you. You’re a witch. You must be.”

“Here move. Let the witch show you how it’s done.”

Eddie moved and let you have control of the machine. Not moving very far though. As you stood there your arm brushed against Eddie’s chest and with every move you made you could feel him in some way as he watched you intensely.

Eddie wasn’t watching the game screen at all. He was focused on you. The way all your concentration was on beating the game. The way you smiled when things went your way. The way your brow furrowed when it didn’t. But eventually you reached the princess and you saved her. Proving that the game wasn’t rigged.

“Witch.”

“Hey come on, I thought I was a princess?”

You had a fake pout but Eddie still couldn’t resist it.

“You are a Princess. But you’re also a witch. You can be both, sweetheart. You’re a magical Princess who has done the impossible.”

As you walk away from the machine and hand control back over to Eddie, you take a bow as you reach the counter. As you do the bell of the arcade door rings and Steve and Robin walk in yet again.

Steve walked over to where Eddie sat at Dragon's Lair. “Oh god not you too Munson. You’re not gonna get the princess. Dustin’s been trying for ages.”

“Well Harrington. I am not Dustin. I will get this princess if it’s the last thing I go.”

Steve scoffed and put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and lowered his voice.

“Sure Munson. That’s the princess you’re after.”

Eddie stopped playing the game and looked at Steve who nodded his head towards you at the counter and Eddie waved Steve off.

“So Munson do you wanna take the twerps home or am I taking them?”

“Ugh, split parenting is so hard Stevie. But I know how much you miss your kids so you can take them. Just for the night.”

Eddie did his best housewife voice as he said it and it managed to get a chuckle out of Steve. Steve made his way over to Dustin and the other kids and began to round them up to corral them towards the door.

As you stood there watching Steve gather the kids Robin turned her attention towards you.

“So y/n?”

“What?”

“How long has Munson been here today?”

“Um well he’s been here all day according to Keith.”

“Interesting. He didn’t cause you too many problems did he?”

“Problems? No no no. Munson’s been great actually. I enjoy the company.”

“Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Sure. It’s his company that you enjoy.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing. Just seems like you’re a little interested in Eddie, that's all.”

“Robin, come on. I met the guy yesterday. What are you on about?”

“Yeah you met him yesterday and haven’t taken your eyes off of him since.”

As she said it you realize you haven’t even been looking at Robin as she’s been talking. You’ve just been watching Eddie as he continues to play Dragon's Lair. The realization causes a rosy glow to appear over your cheeks that Robin takes notice of.

Robin and Steve eventually gather the children and make their way out of the arcade and you’re left alone with a few random children and Eddie. Eddie continues to play for a while before accepting his defeat for the day as he makes his way over to you at the counter.

“So y/n? I assume I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah I guess you will.”

“Are you excited for your first day?”

“I wouldn’t say excited so much as nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?”

“Well it’s my first day. I guess I’m just scared to start somewhere new so late you know. Senior year is almost over and I’m the new girl. I don’t see myself making many friends.”

“Hey, you've already got friends. I tell you what if you’re really that lonely you can always sit with hellfire at lunch tomorrow. Although it will probably kill your reputation before you can even start it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Hellfire is kind of seen as like the school cult. So anyone associated with us is kind of automatically a loser.”

“Well I don’t think you’re a loser Eddie.”

Eddie laughed and fidgeted with some paper on the counter.

“Thanks. Uh did you want me to give you the address to the hideout. You know for Tuesday?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

Eddie takes the piece of paper he was fidgeting with and you hand him a pen to write with as he writes down the address.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

“See you tomorrow Eddie.”

****

For a small town walking into Hawkins high still managed to be intimidating. Making your way to the office and getting your schedule already proved to be a recipe for anxiety. So many kids rushing around and pushing and shoving in an attempt to make their way across campus.

As you got your schedule and made your way throughout your classes for the day youd managed not to make a single friend. You had however gotten catcalled and whistled at a few times by people you assumed were on some sports team here due to their letterman jackets.

There was one girl who’d been really nice to you in your science class. Your partner named Chrissy even invited you to sit with her at lunch but you politely declined. Chrissy may be nice but she’s clearly a cheerleader and that was the kind of crowd you were working to avoid.

All night you’d thought about what Eddie said and how his friend group seemed to deter people. Maybe his group was exactly what you needed.

So at lunch you walked in and scanned the cafeteria. It took a moment but you finally found Eddie sitting at the head of a table. You scanned the table to find Will, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin and three other boys that you’d didn’t know.

As you made your way to the table you could feel a lot of eyes on you. People had been staring all day due to you being the new girl. But watching the new girl walk straight to the hellfire table on her first day? It was unheard of.

As you approached the table the three boys you didn’t know stared at you with open mouths and Eddie himself looked a little stunned to see you actually accepting his offer. As you reach the seat at the end next to Will you pause.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

The three boys begin to nod yes but look to Eddie for reassurance. Eddie on the other hand stands up and moves to you. Grabbing the chair from your hands and pulling it out for you to sit down. As you sat down he pushed your chair in for you. Securing you at the table.

The tension at the table is thick as Eddie sits back down and the entire club stares at you.

You decide to try and break the tension.

“So this is the famous hellfire club that Dustin has told me all about.”

You look around the table and begin to guess the names of the boys you don’t know.

You point at the boy in the Black Sabbath shirt. “You must be Jeff.”

You point at the boy in the plaid vest.

“You must be Garreth the great.”

You point to the larger boy on the opposite side of the table in the leather jacket.

“And you must be Grant.”

They each nod their head to indicate that you’re correct. None of the tension being lost. You even debate on standing and leaving until Lucas decides to join in.

“So y/n. You ever think about playing D&D?”

“Actually yeah. After playing Dragon's Lair and listening to Dustin talk about it so much, it actually sounds kind of fun.”

“You should play with us sometime. Maybe even just sit in on a campaign. You could sit in on this Friday's campaign and see how you like it? Is that okay Eddie?”

You turn your attention to Eddie who’s been staring at you the entire time. He looks into your eyes.

“I mean if the princess wants to join in I have no objections.”

Dustin suddenly became ecstatic. “Y/n you’re gonna love it! This week's campaign is special cause I’m hosting it this week! Eddie’s actually gonna play this time.”

“I can’t wait to see. You’ll have to teach me a bit so I don’t walk in completely clueless, okay Dustin?”

After that the rest of lunch went rather smoothly. Tension having been broken and getting to know all the hellfire members actually turned out to be quite fun and you found yourself looking forward to getting to see the campaign on Friday.

***

Tuesday seemed to drag all day. All you wanted was to go see Eddie’s band but after school you had an early shift at the arcade and every kid that came in just seemed to irritate you. Except the hellfire kids of course.

Watching the clock tick by until it was time to go but the time just wasn’t passing fast enough.

As Steve and Robin walked in to gather the kids you were packing up your stuff and getting ready to leave. Steve went on his usual path of gathering the children and Robin came to the counter.

“Shift over already? Where ya headed?”

“The hideout. Eddie invited me to see his band.”

“Oh I see.”

“See what?”

“You and Eddie.”

“What about Eddie and I?”

“Oh come on. Seriously, we have to do this again? You and Eddie have pretty much been inseparable since you met him and now you’re going to his concerts. Before you know it you’ll be his groupie.”

“And what would be wrong with that?”

“Nothing! Really! I think it’s cute. All honesty I promise!” Robin crosses her heart and does a little salute before Steve and the children walk up to the counter and say their goodbyes before leaving.

***

As you walk into the hideout you’re immediately his with a musky smell and cigarettes combined with alcohol. The entire bar was foggy with smoke yet it had its own atmosphere. You find a small little booth in the corner that faces the stage as you sit and wait.

The instruments are already out on stage, just not the band. You order a soda as you wait and then you see Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant walk on the stage. Garath hangs up a sheet behind them that says “Corroded Coffin” you gather that’s their band name.

You watch as Eddie picks up his guitar and walks to the microphone. Watching as Eddie scans the bar and locks eyes with you. Upon seeing you it immediately brings a smile to his face as he starts to play.

You watch the entire set and clap after every song. Even giving them a standing ovation. It was all genuine and Eddie could just tell. You really liked them. They played well and Eddie has an amazing voice but nothing can compare to the way he shreds his guitar. If they were in Hollywood they’d probably be rockstars by now.

Once they finish their set they begin packing up their instruments and just generally cleaning up the stage. As you sit at your booth you're greeted by an older gentleman who is clearly drunk. He sits down next to you without asking.

“Um, I'm sorry I’m waiting for my friends.”

“That’s alright honey I can keep you company.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t”

He scoots closer to you and brushes some hair out of your face. Causing you to back as far into the wall as you can.

“Come on sugar. Don’t be like that.”

As he reaches to brush more hair out of your face you quickly bite his finger causing the man to retract his hand quickly. But he quickly grabs your jaw in a tight grip as he scoots even closer now.

“Oh honey I see we got a feisty one.”

“My honey’s only sweet if you can take the sting” you bite his hand now even harder than before causing the man to stand up from the booth. As he stands up he’s dragged back by somebody and punched so hard that the drunken man is immediately knocked out.

You look to the person who knocked out the man and find Eddie standing there adjusting his rings. He looks back to you with concern.

“You alright Princess?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saving my ass?”

“Looks like you were handling yourself just fine. Just figured I’d get a swing in for disrespecting you.”

“Well thank you for defending my honor.”

“Is it alright if I sit?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course.”

Eddie slides into the booth ignoring the drunken man passed out beside the booth and scooting closer to you. Eddie studied your face momentarily.

“You have uh?” He points to your mouth.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got some blood. On your mouth.”

He raised his hand gently to your lips and wiped the blood off of them. Assuming it’s the blood of your drunken victim. Eddie was pretty impressed. He’d originally hopped off stage when he saw the man approach you but by the time he reached you, you’d already bitten the man.

“So uh how’d you like the show?”

“How’d u like the show? You guys are amazing! I mean it! If you guys were in Hollywood you guys could probably be rockstars by now!”

“Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

He orders his own soda and stays at the booth. Eventually the drunkard wakes up and stumbles out of the bar and all your nerves dissipate being alone with Eddie in the booth. You stay there for hours just getting to know each other and observing each other. One thing you discovered is that Eddie probably produces 90% of the smoke in the bar but you didn’t care.

Saying goodbye at the end of the night had you feeling sad but knowing you would see him at school the next day made you happy. Knowing you would get to see him at D&D on Friday made you happy.

***

After school Wednesday afternoon you hadn’t been expecting Eddie to walk in. But here he was. Standing at the counter waiting for you to finish gathering the last of the change from the machines.

“What can I do for you Munson?”

“Was just wondering if I could see you play Dragon's Lair again. Wanna take some notes this time.”

“I mean I’ve got the time right now actually.”

You walk over to the machine and begin to play. Eddie stands in the same position as last time. Watching over your shoulder as you played. He actually did want to see how you won but he kept getting distracted by you. He couldn’t help but notice how good you smelled this close. He could stand there forever.

Before he knew it you had finished playing and rescued the princess once again and Eddie had learned nothing.

He decided to stay and play until closing time. Determined to beat your score and rescue the princess.

“Times up Eddie. I gotta lock up.”

“Come on y/n. I’m so close you gotta let me finish!”

“That’s what you said on your last play Eddie come on get up.”

Eddie stood from the game with a pout and walked with you as you went to lock up the arcade.

“You know this game really is impossible. I’m a dungeon master and I can’t even beat it!”

“Maybe you’re not the dungeon master you think you are Munson.”You say as you lock the arcade doors behind you. As you turn to Eddie he collapses back grabbing his chest as if he’s been shot.

“Princess you wound me. How could you say that.”

“Well to be fair I’ve never seen you play Munson.”

“Well you’ll get to see me play. On Friday.”

“You won’t be a dungeon master though?”

“Yeah but I’ll actually be playing. You’ll get to see my skill and bravery and you’ll realize what I mean when I say that game is impossible.”

As you reached your car and Eddie reached his van you turned to him one last time.

“Well I look forward to it, Munson.”

You reached out a hand to shake his and he happily accepted before the two of you parted ways for the evening.

****

Friday couldn’t have come any slower. Thursday was forgettable and boring. Friday seemed to drag on the entire day. All you wanted was for it to be time for hellfire.

Once it was time you found yourself so excited. Making your way to the hellfire room early. You walked inside to find Eddie sitting on some kind of throne. He was reading a book so he hadn’t quite noticed you until he heard the door close.

“So is Dustin going to sit on the throne when he gets here?”

“Over my dead body. He may be a dungeon master for a day but this throne is mine.”

Eddie stood up from the throne briefly and walked over to you. You saw an opportunity and giggled as you ran past Eddie and sat on the throne. Eddie turns around looking astonished.

Eddie was astonished because he’s never allowed anyone to sit in his throne before. But you look so stunning as you sit there all giggly. Hell if you asked him right now he’d probably just give you the throne.

“Naughty naughty. You know that’s not for you.” He walked up and reached out a hand for you to take and stand up from the throne. But instead you lean back and make yourself more comfortable. Eddie scoffs. If you were gonna play like that then he would too.

Eddie bends over and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you out of the chair as you giggle wildly.

“Eddie!!! AHAHAHAHAHAH! PUT ME DOWN!”

Eddie sets you down but immediately begins tickling you instead. Causing your giggling fit to turn into full blown belly aching laughter.

Suddenly the door opens and in walks the rest of the hellfire club who stop upon seeing Eddie with his arms wrapped around you as you laugh hysterically. The sight has all the boys stunned.

Eddie and you suddenly back away from each other upon seeing the children. Eddie takes his seat at the throne and you make your way over to one of the chairs nearby.

Dustin flicks his eyes between the two of you and doesn’t let up. As he sets his notebook and plans on the opposite end of the table from Eddie, Dustin begins to speak. “So y/n what caused Eddie to attack you like that?”

Eddie’s head quickly flies up and gives Dustin a death stare.

“Oh I sat on Eddie's throne.”

“And he punished you by tickling you? One time I brushed by it and he threatened to beat me with his guitar.”

Eddie threw a wadded up piece of paper at Dustin and Dustin got the hint. Deciding to drop it and start the campaign.

As you sat and observed the boys playing their game you couldn’t help but become invested with them. Every-time they would chant you would chant. Every-time they would roll, you would hold your breath. It was so enthralling. You wanted to play with them.

Eddie noticed how invested you were. He could tell that you wanted to join in. However what Eddie didn’t know was that Dustin knew this too. And he’d planned the campaign for this. So Dustin wrote you into it.

Upon Eddie reaching the lair of the dragon Eddie moved to unsheathe his sword and slay the dragon. Dustin made him roll for damage so he did. You watched intently and waited with baited breath to see if Eddie would win.

He rolls a 20 and Dustin stands to announce the victory.

“Eddie the Bard slays the dragon and rescues the dear princess y/n”

The entire table jumps up in screams and cheers as do you. It’s unexpected when Eddie grabs and picks you up, spinning you around into a tight hug but you don’t hesitate to hug him back.

As the kids celebrate their victory and begin to clean up. Eddie finally sets you back on the ground and you stand back momentarily looking into his eyes. You both almost lean in until you hear Dustin slam his notebook close and it makes the both of you jump away from each other.

Eventually everything gets cleaned up and the kids clear out of the room and head out of the building to head home. You stay behind with Eddie to talk some more.

As Eddie finishes cleaning he sits on his throne with a dopey grin on his face. As he looks up at you he takes notice of a similar smile on your face.

“So Eddie. You finally rescued the princess.”

He grabs onto your hand as you lean against the D&D table.

“Yeah I did.”

There’s a moment of silence but it’s not awkward. Eddie just strokes your hand as you look down at him. You decide to take a chance. Leaning down you begin to whisper in Eddie’s ear. “So what does my knight In shining armor want as a reward?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he stares up at you. Scanning your face for any sign of uncertainty or sarcasm. He finds neither so he leans up and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss is light and soft. Testing the waters. You’re the one to deepen the kiss as you grab the sides of his face bringing his mouth closer to yours. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you grant him access to explore your mouth.

As the kiss gets heavier you feel Eddie’s hands slide down to your waist and pull so you move to straddle Eddie on his throne. As you straddle him his hands wander more. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading them. You can feel the cold rings on his hands against your skin and it sends a shiver through your body.

As you continue to kiss Eddie you decide to test the waters even more. Grinding down on Eddie just a little bit you feel his hard on pressing into you as he groans against your mouth.

Now you move your hand down his body and grab his hard on through his jeans and as soon as you do Eddie stands up and sets you on the table.

You immediately feel sorry and begin to apologize for taking it too far but he doesn’t let you. Instead he grabs your face and kisses you more fiercely. More feverishly. Like he’s hungry for it.

His lips leave yours and begin making their way down your neck as he licks over one particular spot that makes you moan. He focuses on that spot and sucks on it. Nibbling on it every once in a while. He moves his hips against yours and the entire thing has you a moaning mess.

Eddie’s hands travel down to the button of your pants and he pulls back momentarily raising his brow to ask a question. You nod your head yes quickly. Eddie unbuttons your pants and begins to yank them down. Tapping your thighs with his finger to indicate you need to lift your hips so you do. He yanks your pants off along with your underwear and as soon as they're off his lips are back on yours.

Your hands travel down and attempt to unbutton Eddie’s pants as well but he moves your hands away. “Not yet princess. Gotta treat the princess after having to deal with that dragon.”

Eddie gets on his knees in front of the table and uses his hands to spread your thighs. His hands move your legs over his shoulders and he begins to leave a trail of kisses up your thigh until he’s in front of your center. He takes two fingers and rubs them along your folds. Upon feeling how wet you are he brings those two fingers up to his mouth and licks them.

“Delicious. Just as I thought. I’ll need a better taste though. May I, your majesty.”

Through a breathy laugh you respond. “You may.”

Eddie’s moth attaches to your clit quickly and begins sucking on it expertly. If you thought you were a moaning mess before you can’t even describe what you are now. Your arms give out from beneath you and you collapse back onto the D&D table. Screaming out Eddie's name as he continues to suck your clit.

Your entire body convulses when he slips the first finger into you and you begin to chant his name as he begins to move it in and out. Curling it each time before adding a second finger.

Eddie watches you the entire time. Watch how your body moves at every single action he takes. You’re so responsive for him that he never wants it to end but he also wants to make you cum so he continues to fuck his fingers into you even faster.

You can’t help it when you feel the orgasm building in your stomach. It builds so quickly that you don’t even get the opportunity to warn Eddie that you’re cumming before you cum all over his fingers, locking his head between your thighs as you cry out his name.

When you finally relax and release Eddie from between your thighs. You sit up shakily to look at Eddie whose face is covered in your juices and you watch as Eddie brings up his cum covered fingers to his lips as he licks them clean. Watching him lick your cum off of his fingers makes you moan.

You jump from the table and kiss Eddie once again, being able to taste him on your tongue. You watch as Eddie stands up and you study his form as he removes his shirt. Taking a liking to a few of his tattoos. As he removes his shirt you do the same discarding your shirt and your bra. Upon seeing your completely nude form Eddie’s erection feels impossibly harder and he immediately reaches for your breasts and begins massaging them. Grazing his fingers over your nipples making you whimper as he kisses you.

You move your hands down to his jeans and unbutton them and you push his jeans down as much as you can until he backs up and steps out of them almost tripping as he does so. He quickly removes his boxers as well and you take in the sight of his cock. It’s big. It’ll definitely be a stretch and you’re ready for it.

You stand with him and take his cock into your hands and begin to stroke him but his hand stops you as he bends down to kiss you again. He begins to guide you back to the table but you don’t budge.

Eddie pulls away and looks concerned. “Do you not want to do this anymore? We can stop anytime just let me know?”

“I want this. But not on the table.”

“Then where, princess? Tell me where.”

You lean up and whisper in his ear as you grab his dick once more. “I want you to fuck me on that pretty throne of yours. Let me ride my knight in shining armor.”

Eddie audibly groaned at your words and he moved to sit down on his throne. Once he was comfortable he reached his hand out for you and you moved to straddle him. You look into his eyes as you begin to slowly sink down on his cock. Having to stop and allow yourself time to adjust to his size.

Once he’s fully inside of you he rubs your back until you’re ready to move. You begin with the slow roll of your hips on top of his and he’s already groaning. He doesn’t know how he’s going to last inside of you at this rate.

He moves his hand down to your clit and begins rubbing it, determined to make you cum again. You begin to bounce up and down on top of him and his eyes become transfixed on your bouncing tits and he has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming right then and there. The hand that isn’t rubbing your clit is on your side and his hand is digging into your side so hard that you’re pretty sure it’s going to leave a lovely bruise.

As he continues to rub your clit and you can feel him filling every part of you, you feel your orgasm building once more. As you bounce harder on his cock you throw your head back. Eddie uses the opportunity to suck and bite some more hickies onto your neck. He wants you as marked up as possible.

As he sucks on one certain spot you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“E-Eddie. I- I- I’m gonna cum”

“Good. Cum for me princess. Cum all over me.”

So you do. He told you to, so you do. You cum all over him and the tightening of your cunt makes Eddie’s orgasm crash through him as he thrusts up into you one more time releasing his cum into you.

As the both of you recover from your orgasms and you move off of him and the throne you both still have those dopey grins across your faces. As you sit on the table in front of Eddie he stands and walks to a nearby table. Grabbing a Polaroid he normally uses after great campaign wins. He points the camera at you and you spread your legs a bit and model for him. He snaps a few photos of you and studies one.

“Yeah this one’s going in my wallet.”

You giggle and grab the camera from him and take a few pictures of him in turn. Choosing one you hold it up. “I think I might hang this in my locker.” Eddie laughs and leans in to kiss you again.

As you get dressed and you’re about to put on your shirt Eddie walks over and stops you. Placing a piece of fabric into your hands and you hold it up in-front of you. It’s a hellfire shirt and you rush to put it on. Once it’s on you model it for Eddie and he twirls you around to get a full view of you in the shirt.

“So did my knight in shining armor enjoy his reward.”

“He did. But the knight is curious to know if this is the only reward he’ll be getting”

“Oh I think I can find many other ways to reward him. Plus if you rescue the princess in Dragon Lair I’m sure I can find a way to reward you.”

“Then I’ll see you at the arcade tomorrow princess.”

And you did. Everyday Eddie came into the arcade and played every single day until he rescued the princess. And when he did you held up your end of the deal in rewarding him.

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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ok so like I've just had horrible Tall!Jazz brainrot for the past 24 hours because of you and I need to share this. it's a lot too so buckle up

tall jazz is good and all but ya know what would make it even better? werewolf Jazz.

I can imagine Jason just falling all over himself cause this pretty tall lady not only is super strong, smart and bad ass. but she just also regularly shifts into this tall ass wolf creature to rip off people's faces when needed.

I can see Jason being dragged to some type of Ball/Gala thing by Bruce and him kinda lurking around the room to avoid his family and nosy rich people. This just isn't his scene and the only reason he's here is cause B thinks something big is gonna happen while they're there.

Him just casually bumping into Jazz, like they're both distracted and Jason just kinda slams into this brick wall of human being and getting knocked to the ground. Cue him looking up from the floor to this tall buff lady in a sparkly dress, all flustered about knocking him over and him just blue screening cause wow

She just picks him up and sets him on his feet too, like she's so worried she accidentally gave this poor man a concussion cause hes not responding and his soul just kinda leaves his body for a moment

he just kinda blurts out something about being able to die happy now or some other corny crap that makes him lose like all his bad boy edge with her (not that he had very much with how things are going) and she just looses it. it was probably some reference to a book or something they'd both have interest in

She's giggling and blushing, so Jason is like I still gotta chance with her time to pull out all the stops. like it just evolves into him spending the night trying to make her laugh and getting to know her, she starting making references and jokes back and forth with him too. A lot of them are dead jokes too, like while his family gets weird about his death jokes Jazz just starts making her own back.

One of them mentions a younger brother, either one starts first but once they get going it almost becomes a competition with the weirdest stories about their baby brothers, Jason's like yeah one of my brothers regularly climbs in the chandelier to try and get out of going to school and Jazz is like my brother once rode a vacuum, etc. Just going back and forth getting to know each other.

Jason can tell somethings a little off about Jazz, she steps too quietly, her teeth are sharper then they should be and she keeps watch of all the exits here. Jason probably assumes she's a meta of some kind once he notices it all.

While Jazz can just feel the ectoplasm/pit in him making him leminal, she catches his eyes flash green at least twice the entire time they're talking and she can tell he's hiding something. Jazz is just like, oh well not my place to ask this guy if he's died and came back or anything.

Then the thing Bruce was worried about does happen, cause of course it does. probably a fear gas attack in the middle of the ballroom.

Cue the BatFam kinda leaping into action, herding people away from the gas and Jason being with Jazz trying to get her out. Maybe something/someone keeps them stuck there and Jason has a respirator from B but Jazz doesn't so he's trying not to freak out.

Jazz is obviously panicking a bit as she's stuck in the gas, shoulders shaking, breathing a bit too quick and hard. But she just starts slowing her breathing and calming her self down before just growling in rage. just full on animalistic growl and snarl as she stands up straight and gets ready to beat up the bums keeping them locked in there.

Jason trying and failing to keep her from running further into the smoke, watching her as she suckered punches a henchman in the face breaking his nose, and Jason realizing he's so done for.

I could totally see Jazz just full on transforming on the dance floor mid fight or something too, just one moment things are getting a bit too close for comfort for one of the bats and this giant wolf lady in a sparkly dress just one hit K.O.s a guy to keep them safe.

as for why Jazz is a werewolf in the first place maybe she got bit by one, maybe Wulf turned her or maybe a accident in her parents lab infected her. however it did happen she just took it in stride and was like now I can protect my little half dead brother better this is fine by me.

I totally believe that everyone from Amity Park just isn't all that effected by fear gas, like sure it might send them into a panic attack but that's easy enough to work through after facing your own mortality almost every week for the past however many years. Like Amity Park natives have lived and breathed unimaginable fear and horrors for so long they just aren't all that scared of Joker or any other Gotham Rouge.

Anyways I think that's all of the brain rot out now, this was kinda more of a ramble then like an actual prompt so sorry about that lol.

Bro I don’t CARE that it’s a ramble this is fucking INCREDIBLE!!!

It’s wild I was just rambling about Vampire Jazz stuff with some pals and now there’s this. Perfect timing dude wow.

Jazz and Jason just tripping over each other but both are being sickeningly sweet. They’re just happily chatting and mentally fawning over each other.

Werewolf jazz in her cute battle dress taking out Scarecrow goons left and right? Oh man I mean I’d blue screen too Jason I don’t blame ya.

Oh yeah and the second Jason hears that growl he mentally shuts down. He didn’t know something like that could be that hot till now but damn is he gonna go with it cause fuck look at this girl just decimate the bad guys. That’s hot as hell. She winks at him while she dislocates a goons shoulder and Jason just falls even deeper in love

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #tall jazz #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 10 months

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since you want incest stories, i got one! andy barber remarried and has a step daughter who doesn't listen on what he says and wears slightly revealing clothes. so he decided to punish her for it

Andy's Reward

The mirror fogs up in your parents bathroom, air humid as hell from the showers hot water. The temperature rises, makes your wet, smooth cocoa brown skin warm to the touch. The steam billows from underneath the closed door like a thick mist but your oblivious to it all as you spread your legs wider on the shower floor, shower head aimed between your legs.

The water shoots out in firm streams colliding against your sensitivite clit and you have to bite your bottom lip hard to prevent from moaning aloud. It feels too fucking good, makes your head thump back against the wall of the shower as you move the shower head left to right slowly. Your brown and caramel ombre braids get a bit wet as you lose yourself in the sensations between your legs.

Your pussy flutters, the empty feeling in your core making your mind drift to the only man you wanna fuck. Your step father's face swims in you're mind making you shiver. Fuck, what would he do if he could see you now? Maybe slip his hands into his pants to stroke his girth as he listened to your soft moans. Would he scold you for being such a little slut for him? You fuckin hope so.

"Haaaaah, oooh fuck.. ah, ahaa shit.. Mmmmm.."

The throbbing below intensifies as you imagine him doing just that; has small gasps swimmin up your throat as you try and fail to stay silent. You really don't care if Andy hears you, fuckin want him to so damn much. But you don't think you could look your hardass mom in the eye ever again if she did. Since your not sure if shes left for the day yet, you try your hardest to keep quiet as you think about ya mother's fine ass husband.

It's sending you straight to the heavens visualizing Andy standing over you, dick tenting in his suit, as he spanks your ass unforgivingly. He'd stare, gorgeous blue eyes raking over you with intense desire, licking at his sensual pink lips as his hands roamed every inch of your young body. What you really wanna feel is the sting of his punishment, have the palm of his hand printed on your ass for days.

It's no use trying to stave off your orgasm anymore, the bubbling beating building as you switch to spray quick small circles on your clit. You pulsate intensely as you daydream of your step dad sticking his clothed dick between your firm brown ass cheeks as his big hands paints them red.

Andy doesnt usually speak in your minds eye, so it completely throws you off track when you hear a knock coupled with his sexy commanding tone speaking on the other side of the door.

"Hey, I really needa shower. You've been in there over an hour, honey. Gotta finish up now sweetheart, its my turn."

It's impossible to comprehend what he says through the pounding in your ears, only know his voice is the extra little push you need to gush all over the shower floor. You throw caution out the window and let your agonized moans out into the air freely. Your hips hump upwards repeatedly, wishin to God Andy would come in to assist you. You don't meant squeal his name, your sounds uncontrollable as you move the shower head closer to pussy.

"Uh, uh! Oh! Andyyyyyy! Ohfuckfuck, feelsoooogood! F-fuh! AH!! Uh, Daddyyyy!"

Your orgasm amplifies, noisy unauthorized pleas for Andy to do any and everything to you slip out knowing he's just on the other side of the door. Was he listening? Maybe touching and groping his big dick through his black jogging pants; they're your fave ones that leave nothing to the imagination. Fuck, maybe he pulled his cock out for a stroke after listening to you whine his name.

When you're finally done cumming you realize how quiet it is outside the bathroom door. It's undeniable that he heard you, knows you were thinking of him as you played with your little puss in his shower. You can't help but to be a little apprehensive as you stand, shut off the shower and step out to dry off.

When you finish and open the door you step into your parents empty bedroom, a lavender towel slung around your damp body. Andy is nowhere in sight. You do however see the time on your mothers blinking alarm clock and race to your bedroom. Clothes already laid out on your bed, you hastily rub on your favorite lotion and get dressed. After fixing the part in your hair, you take a glance out your bedroom window from the second floor.

Your mom's small black Mercedes sits in the driveway, Andy's suv is missing from its usually spot parallel from hers. SHIT! You had hoped she was outta the house already. Would Andy tell her what he just witnessed? Well he could try but your mother hardly ever gave him more than 5 minutes of her time. Made you wonder if she wasn't getting attention from him, then who?

You just dont understand how your she's able to stay away away from her smart, handsome new husband. Only married for 6 months, she spends her time with anyone, anywhere else. As a young adult, it been like a decade since you wanted to be attached to your mother's hip so on some level you were happy she stayed gone and away from the house. (This just meant Daddy was left home all alone, perfectly wrapped gift just for you.)

And when she was home, she constantly complained about him wanting to spend time with her. You know for a fact they haven't fucked since their honeymoon months ago. It was baffling considering you'd be honored to sit on the man's dick, be his perfect little hole to fuck into at the drop of a pin.

Grabbing your backpack, you bound down the stairs, taking two at a time. Your tits and ass flop up and down wildly, the ripped, black denim booty shorts and sheer, thin, too small spaghetti strap doing nothing to help contain them.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen, expecting the worst, you see Andy there alone. He's bent over the counter with back to you, scrolling on his phone. Your mother's thankfully nowhere in sight, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your shoulders lower a bit, some of the tension in your body leaving you. Opening the fridge door, you loudly announcing your presence.

The noise makes Andy's back straighten immediately, standing at his full height refusing to face you. You break the awkward silence after taking a swig of juice from the carton and setting it back on the shelf.

"Where's mom?" Closing the door to the fridge you lean against its and stare at his backside.

"She's, uh.. She's already gone for the day. Let her use my truck.." He is voice trails off like that's the last thing on his mind.

"Surprise, surprise." Sarcam laces your tone as your eyes travel up and down Andy's figure.

He's still wearing his navy blue muscle shirt and black jogging pants from his run. A light perspiration still covered his athletic frame; must be why he needed a shower. Makes his skin glisten and you're instantly a bit jealous you didn't get a front row seat to see him work up that sweat; witness for yourself how his chubby dick looked swingin while he worked out.

The defined muscles in his shoulders and back look stiff as a board. He stands stagnant against the counter. You wish you could see his eyes; really wanted know what the hell he was thinking. Was he mad? Maybe horny? Lord knows you are. It's hard to ignore your weepy little puss dripping straight into your shorts since you skipped out on panties today.

"Look," Andy begins, finally turning to face you.

He stops dead in his tracks once he sees your outfit. Can almost see your dark nipples in your damn near see through shirt. If you could call that a shirt. It's more like a scrap of cloth, barely covering your voluptuous breasts. And your shorts are no better; the outline of your little pussy lips peek out at him through the fabric. Andy can only imagine what the fuck you look like from the back.

His cheeks heat up, but not from embarrassment. He's fuckin pissed! First he catches you playin with yourself when your motherly could have easily returned and done the same. You moaned his name like his own personal floozy while cumming, then skip in here like nothing fuckin happened. Him turning around to see you dressed like a build-a-whore is icing on the cake.

"What. The fuck. Are you wearing.." Andy speaks through clenched teeth as he continues to assess your outfit.

His 180 from normal to enraged gives you whiplash. It kinda scares you a bit. His tone prevents you from answering right away, afraid to say the wrong thing to your furious step father. He glares at your scantily clothed body as your moans from the shower play on loop in his head.

"Andy, I-" your quick to silence yourself as he stomps your way angrily.

The stiff bobbing tent in his pants catches your attention immediately as he slips his cell in his pocket. He backs you up into the fridge, large palms laying flat on each side of your head. His strong athletic build and brawny arms cage you into place as he presses his rigid dick against you. It's so hot and hard that you gasp aloud. Your eyes involuntarily dart down to Andy's twitching bulge protruding from his pants, before snapping them back to his as he starts to speak.

"I don't know what the fuck has gotten in to you today but I've had enough. Normally I'm good with your bratty ass behavior. From you're bad ass not so secretly starin at my dick in front of your mother or purposefully fuckin rubbin against me when I let you sit in my lap. But today you've gone too God damn far. Naked. NOW."

The way he irrefutably snarls his demand has your pussy drooling as you think about if you should comply. He takes a small step back to give you space to undress, eye fucking you blatantly while he crosses his arms on his chest. There really isn't any room to decline or try to escape. Andy looks fuckin pissed; your not sure sure what he'd do to you if you tried. Your heart pounds in your chest as you think about if you wanna find out.

No, You stash that game away for another time as you strip outta your shirt. He's intently focused on every inch of you, especially the way your tits swing low as you bend to peel your shorts from your full figured hips. You step outta them and toss your clothes to the side as you put your naked body on display for Andy.

"You're so fuckin pretty, honey. So God damn perfect for me huh?" His tone softer this time.

He ogles you fixedly, appreciating the almost ethereal glow to your perfect brown skin. Fuckin fat 8" dick so intolerably taut, he unsheathes it and starts to pump. Stiff nipples stare back from perky plump round tits making him wanna wrap his lips around them, suck em to see what kind of pretty noises you would make.

And normally he would do that, get you nice and wet to take his large prick. Not today, not after your infuriating behavior. You were going to learn the kind of Daddy he was. And he's not the type to compensate mischievous behavior.

"Fuck you're gonna regret actin' up sweetheart. Seems like you needa reminder of whose really in charge. I'm gonna show you what I can do to a little bratty girl like you. So keep your mouth fuckin shut, be my good princess and I might just reward you."

Andy traces a finger down the sides of your pillowy soft breasts to your tummy. Doesn't stop till he gets to the wet stickness covering the inside of your thick chocolate thighs. He scoops at your arousal, takes a moment to groan and savor your taste as you softly tremble in anticipation. Fuck, you had an unbearable craving for him to lick up into your drippin pussy but your step father has other plans.

Andy bends at the knees, his strong solid forearms hooking behind your knees. When he stands you're spread wide over his angry lookin dick; the motion so flawlessly swift that you gasp. The head of his cock settles at your entrance and your drenched little puss starts to drip on him. You've never seen one so big and it makes you nervous as fuck. Will he fit?

He doesn't give you more than a second to ponder this before his hips buck into yours, skewering you with the tip of his wide dick. The stretch is fucking brutal; has your head thunking against the fridge door as you cry out. Your nails dig into his shoulder and you blankly stare at the ceiling above. Fuck, he's HUGE!

But your stepfather doesn't think your response is visceral enough. Plants his feet, aims for your soaked hole and bounces you on his dicks head. The muscles in his thigh strain as he uses gravity to help fuck you viciously. He's not even in halfway but your sobs are loud, y/e/c eyes tearing up as you push and whine at him frantically.

"Sweetheart, if you wanna keep fightin me, I can more than bet you Daddy can really give you somethin to fight me about." He warns you and wrecks you simultaneously.

Andy's doesn't give a damn, smiles proudly at his handiwork. He quickly pulls out only to slam back in, penetrateing your quivering walls with frenzied strokes. He's presses his pecs to your tits, can feel how your heart beat hammers in your heaving chest. The feeling of his warm breath tickles your ear. His palms are scalding on the top of your thighs as he forces the first few inches of his dick into you repeatedly while your wails fill the kitchen.

"A-And- pleeeease! Toomuch, itstoooobig! Hah! Andyyyyyy, pleasepleaseplease! Ohfuh- AH!"

Those pretty pleas are music to your stepfather's ears as he attempts to spear you further. Your pussy resists, clenching around him hard, seemingly trying to strangle his cock. The hold of your tortured little puss has him groaning his pleasure through clenched teeth as it prevents him access.

"Open up for Daddy- aaaahfuuuck!- lemme in, honeeeey."

Andy sharply shoves into you, his strong hips knock into yours roughly, the unintentional pushing on your throbbing clit leaving you to pant heavily. It's not enough to make you cum but it does compel your delicate walls to flutter rapidly, finally offering him the chance hastily probe deeper. His breath puffs out triumphantly as he finally gets in halfway.

You sqeal, eyes wide as saucers while you scratch and slap at his face, shoulders and neck. Your weak blows do nothing. Andy doesn't even notice as he stares hungrily at the where he invades your feeble body. He's feral with how he punishes you and you're helpless, completely defenseless to the gratingly deep strokes that threaten to break you. Andy's groaning at your ear increases in volume but you're too fucked out to notice.

"Fuck! Sooogood! Gonna make me bu-shit! Fuckin bust before I even g-get all the way in princess."

The pressure in your tummy is overwhelming, makes your eyes roll back and arms hang limply at your sides. All of your energy goes into breathing as your pliant frame sags against the fridge door. Overstimulation sparks like wild fire and your tears finally fall from your long lashes and stretching down your cheeks.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck y/n, can't take this tiny lil pussy! Milkin my dick sooooo good, perfect girl. Myperfectgirl, soooo goodtome! FUCK!"

You moan as Andy tugs his dick from your destroyed little puss, letting your legs slide from his arms to the floor. You wobble on your feet before your knees buckle and you slump downward, eye level with his dick. You almost fight your muddled mind to stay conscious and try to breathe while he tightly grips you your braids and aims his cock at your dazed face.

Your stepfather howls as he sprays a massive spurt of cum at your open mouth. The hot liquid runs messing down your chin as the next one splashes heavily against your cheek. You close your eyes as his cum rains down your face like a hot ass waterfall. Andy can't take his eyes off you as he paints your face.

"Haaaaah! Holy fuuuuck y/n! Ahhh, feelssogood baby girl! YoursogoodtoDaddy!" His praises for you jumble together as the pleasure in his dick rises.

His 6th shot takes him by surprise. It's fucking intense and has his thick dick convulsing in his hand. He aims at your gorgeous tits, still holding you in place by your braids, watching intently as he sprays your flawless brown skin milky white with his nut. Andy groans loudly at the way he let's the rest of his release leak on your perfect stiff nipples.

Your stepfathers quick to grab his cell and snaps more than a few pictures of your ruined state. You're damn near shell-shocked, beyond willing to accept whatever he decides to do. But your so fuckin greatful he didnt get a chance to get to the hilt, you know now how much more ferocious that'll be.

He gives a small appreciating hum when he notices you still swallowing around his cum. Andy sticks his phone back in his pocket, finally letting go of your hair as he uses a finger to push a glob of his cum back between your lips.

"Did you like Daddy's reward, honey?"

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