#glad he dropped the attitude quick

[darlinhutchence]

Early Michael Hutchence having this cocky rockstar attitude after releasing Simon Simple has me giggling.

[portgasdwrld]

★ Cleaning

↺ nsfw content featuring Ace x fem!reader

Summary: After being scolded by you because of his messy room, he finds himself tidying up his space, but falls on a pair of your thong. Let’s say, he easily got distracted…

Warning: NSFW content

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-Ace?

He watches you walk toward the busy table with a bag in your hand. You don’t seem particularly pleased with seeing him and your eyebrows are slightly frowned. He pushes back a little his hat and stares at you with curious eyes. Your fellow crew members look at you intrigued as you close the distance, flickering their gaze between you two.

-Can I talk to you for moment?

You ask, but it sounded more like a demand from your tone. He knows at this moment that you are indeed pissed and he quickly nods. He stands up to walk away as his friends tease him about being a bad boyfriend to you.

-What’s wrong pretty girl?

He asks with a smile to relax the atmosphere, but it only earns him an annoyed sigh from you as you roll your eyes.

-Your room, that’s the problem.

-Huh?

He looks at you absently as he tries to recall what did he possibly did wrong this morning to piss you off so much. You quickly bring him back to reality as your hand softly grab his forearm.

-Ace, baby, I love you but I cant possibly sleep in your room anymore with the mess.

-It’s not that ba-

-Yes it’s that bad! I didn’t mind the messy clothes laying a bit everywhere, but I draw the line at food spoiling in your room as flies make it their own territory.

You explain frustrated at Ace’s easygoing attitude when it comes to cleaning. You let go of your hold and cross your arm against your chest. Yes you love him, yes he’s really important to you, but he still gets on your nerves at times.

-But-

-And! The dirty socks ?? It needs to go, there is a dirty-clothe basket for a reason.

-Y/n, wait-

-No, I’m done. If the room isn’t clean by tonight, I’m sleeping with the girls like I used to.

He cocks an eyebrow at you with a small smile, not believing your words. You two have been sleeping in the same bed for around a month now, and he can’t possibly imagine not having you in his arms while he sleeps. He challenges you a little with his furrowed eyebrows and sly smile. You roll your eyes at him once again and huff.

-I do my fair share of cleaning as we share your room and I know you can be busy when I’m not, but it has to be fair. The dirty plates really are my limit…So yeah, I’m being serious.

You hand him the bag with the garbages that you collected earlier as you were thinking what to tell him. You are upset, but you also get that he’s a pirate and probably never had proper discipline when it comes to that.

Ace frowns a little as he understands this is truly a serious situation and takes the bag in your hand. You avoid his face as you don’t want to be influenced by his charm and back down on your boundaries. You feel him walk closer to you and leave a quick peck on your forehead.

-Then you won’t be mad at me anymore?

He concludes with a soft smile. He takes your hand into his. You nod as you put distance again between you two by taking a step back.

-Yes, but it has to become a habit Ace..

-I will try my best! Let me take care of this, so my princess is able to sleep in a clean space tonight!…and after tonight too!

You chuckle a little, glad to see him enthusiastic and understanding to your frustrations.

-Thank you

-No problem, I will see you later then!

He smiles at you one last time and he doesn’t miss the chance to steal a kiss on your lips before walking away from you: Direction, his room!

——

As Ace walks in, he’s met by his familiar room. The bed is undone and he can see the beginning of your cleaning and where you clearly gave up. You left a pile of dishes on his desk and the dirty clothes near the bed.

The fire user sighs at the view, knowing it’s gonna be quite the work, but if it’s for you, anything is worth it. He starts by the easiest which is dropping the dirty dishes in the ship kitchen and quickly washing them.

He quickly runs back to his room ready to attack the next task. He takes a wet clothe and pass over his fournitures to remove accumulated dusts. He places your books as a small pile on his desk and put his maps in their designated basket, along with any files he had left around.

After running around the ship, he gets his hand on a broom. He cleans the floors from the dusts and any garbages, after putting the clothes on the bed to fold them or throw them in the dirty-clothe basket.

He finally sits down on the bed. As he’s drinking water, he eyes the clothes and pass his hands through the familiar pieces that you wear and he wears. He puts the water down and attack the pile of clothes.

It’s going very well until, he’s almost at the end of it and he falls on one of your pair of thongs. Ace can’t help himself but smirk as he exactly remember when you wore this and what exactly happened after this was removed from you. He finds himself lost between his dirty thoughts, him missing you, him being tired of cleaning.

A little break wont’t hurt right? As long as everything is done by tonight..?

He grins mischievously as he lays down on his bed. He closes his eyes for a second as he sighs before opening them once again and stares at your pair of panties between his fingers. Despite knowing you would kill him if you saw him possibly , maybe highly considering jerking off instead of cleaning, the thought is getting more and more tempting.

Damn he loves it when you stand your ground and show how confident you are. He loves when you climb on top of him and you two make out for minutes and minutes before getting to the act. Those moments where his hands roam all over your curves, feeling the goosebumps on your skin. He loves when you touch his bare chest with your fingers and press slightly your core against him. He loves how lost you get when he touches you, how your confident behaviour crumbles whenever he presses kisses over your body. You are such a turn on to him, it’s almost unfair.

He feels his shorts getting tighter as a tent form under the material. He sighs as he brushes his free hand in his dark hair. He looks at the ceiling as he let his other hand flop against the mattress.

“I can maybe do this in like 10 minutes? And like get back to cleaning after..”

He mumbles to himself as he tries to convince himself it’s a good plan even though he clearly has a feeling that it is not.

“Huh fuck it”

He concludes nonchalantly with a slight shoulder shrug as he awkwardly massages his cock through his shorts. What are the possible odds you enter the room while he decides to do this…

He hisses at the pleasure that the slight friction gives him and his eyes dart to your thong which he’s now holding tighter between his fingers.

From this moment, his mind forgets all about the cleaning task and he’s only thinking of your silhouette, the curve of your body, the view he has when you two are having intercourse. He’s thinking of how he ate your pussy out with this exact thong pressed against your wet core, you always get so wet for him.

His cock now in his hands, Ace allows himself to start with slow strokes which leaves him wishing for your presence. Your lips wrap his tip so well, you suck it and lick it with such skills that he dreams of spending a day just getting his cock sucked by you. Your name leaves his lips as he begins to go faster, occasionally holding his cock tighter like you do.

He’s lost in his train of thoughts before he hears some rumbling outside of his room and your voice from afar after being greeted by Marco. Usually he wouldn’t bother to hide the fact that he was jerking off, but now was a different situation. In panic he pulls his shorts up, but as you open the door, you seem to quickly notice something is off.

“Hey…I came to see how the cleaning was going..”

You trail off as you scan the room. Ace who was just now looking at you with surprised Bambi eyes, cough to shake the awkwardness away and points at his desk area with a slight blush.

“Well the desk is now uhh clean and uh I’m um finishing the clothes..”

“With my thong in your hand?”

You cock an eyebrow at his hand. Ace didn’t notice that he was still holding tightly into the piece of clothing when he pointed at his desk.

His hard bulge makes it harder for him to focus as all he’s thinking right now is tossing the clothes on the floor and fuck you. His eyes stare at you without much thoughts behind.

“Yeah…well your clothes are mixed up with mine”

You squint your eyes at him, before nodding still skeptic. You know Ace, you know your boyfriend, you clearly have an idea of what he was possibly doing and as you step on his belt laying on the floor, it completely confirms it for you.

“You did a better job than I was expecting …”

You start as you ignore him and analyze his job so far. Ace awkwardly shifts on the bed, trying to find a more confortable position that would relieve a little his dick.

“Oh..uh thanks babe, I really tried my best..”

“…, but there is clearly still unfinished work but I guess I did say you have until tonight for it to be done.”

You finish as you turn to face him and point at the pile of clothing. You cross your arms over your chest as you lean back on the desk for support. Ace looks delicious. His shorts are barely hanging on his waist, his obvious hard bulge, his toned body glistening from a slight sweat, his dark long hair covering a little his face and his flushed freckled cheeks.

“I will finish it don’t worry”

He says as he holds eye contact with you and a confident smile. You scoff as a smirk curve your lips. You uncross your arms and walk closer to him. You cup his face with one of your hand, your boyfriend on the other side is still holding eye contact with you. You peck his lips and you find it a bit funny how easily he left a sigh out.

“Alright, then I guess I’m done here”

You try to walk away, but Ace’s hand is quick to hold you back by holding one of your thighs. You know he’s not in a position to ask for favors after the whole cleaning situation and he’s very well aware of this too, which is why he hasn’t flipped you over, back pressed on the bed and fucked you already.

“You can kiss me better than this”

He teases as you feel his thumb massage circles on your skin.

“I will when you hold your promise Fire-Fist”

You reply as you flick his forehead. He whines a little and suddenly his attitude changes completely. He sighs defeated as he let go of his hold on you and lay down again on the bed.

“Alright baby, then see you tonight”

He smirks as he watches your confused expression. You nod slowly, “is he going to just continue what he was doing with my old pair of underwear…” you think to yourself. You slightly get annoyed that he’s able to always be so cool about everything. It’s not fair, because you really wanted to give him the best blowjob ever because he just looks amazing and you love him, but you have your pride. So you decide to not make it so easy for him, make him see what he’s clearly missing by not finishing up his cleaning task.

You quickly kick your footwear off and climb on top of him, surprising him. You smirk to yourself as you feel satisfied with the expected reaction you wanted.

“And what are you going to do Babe?”

You coo at him as you dangerously close the distance between your bodies. Ace brown eyes glitter in excitement and his hands find themselves naturally on your exposed thighs.

His cock is painfully hard at this point. Ace furrows his eyebrows, before tightly closing his eyes in pleasure when your knee softly presses against his bulge.

“Your cock is so hard baby..it must hurt so bad”

You continue in a fake concern. Ace doesn’t answer and he simply let his fingers travel under your shorts where he grabs tightly your ass. You leave at first a peck on his neck and then multiple butterflies kisses all over his torso, until you are facing his hard dick still hidden under his shorts.

“Your dick is probably leaking in precum already”

You continue, trying to push him to the edge. You know you have the control over the situation, but the thought of him randomly snapping and fucking you was incredibly tempting. But you had to stick to your plan. You pan your hot breath over his length under Ace lustful eyes. He’s tightly holding into the bed sheets and that’s when you figure it’s best to leave it there for now.

“Too bad there is still some cleaning to do”

You conclude as you remove yourself from him with a fake disappointed pout. You grin to Ace who looks completely out of it. His head heavily falls back against his pillow as he sighs annoyed.

You put your shoes back and as you’re about to leave, you hear your boyfriend speak.

“Enjoy whatever you have to do now, because I promise you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You don’t turn around and simply close the door behind yourself.

A clean room and a hard fuck? Seems like the perfect night.

As of now, Ace has to finish, well his

Cleaning.

lowkey might do a part 2. If I have time

[avocado-writing]

little mage - part 2

notes: this ended up so long. but yall wanted to be patient for porn so here we are lol. sequel to this

words: 5.4k

rating: E

pairing: astarion x reader (no pronouns used, reader has a vulva)

The camp in Wyrm’s Crossing is alive with joy. 

Orin the Red has been killed, the party is one Netherstone closer to getting the tadpoles out of their heads, and everyone’s using it as an excuse for a booze-up. The campfire is roasting a pork loin for the main course and you’ve all gathered around it to enjoy each other’s company before dinner. Tav has their lute out and is playing a raunchy song, much to the group’s delight, and their clear voice fills the night with music and laughter.

Across the crackling embers, they catch your eye and give you a wink. You find yourself grinning. You can see why Gale is so totally smitten with them, their upbeat attitude is magnetic. No wonder they became the impromptu leader of this little group, you could quite easily see yourself following them into battle too.

As Karlach drunkenly sweeps the bard up into her arms with a whoop, you let yourself look around the campsite. Lae’zel and Shadowheart are bickering about something inane, but not with the ferocity they once did - it seems more like banter now than anything. Well, as close to banter as a githyanki can get. Halsin and Jaheira are reminiscing about the ‘old days’, and, next to the High Harper, Minsc is loudly telling a tale of his wild past to Wyll who looks equal parts interested and bewildered.

It is lovely to be part of this little family. You’ve never felt more like you belonged somewhere, amidst this group of colourful oddballs.

And finally your eyes settle on the furthest member of the group.

Astarion rarely lets himself be caught up in the middle of things. He sits at the edge of the circle, quietly swirling a glass of wine which you know he doesn’t really want to be drinking, but does so in order to look like he’s busy. He watches the rest of you laugh and joke and be merry in a way which he can’t quite bring himself to be. 

You wish you could get him to smile. He looks lighter when he does. 

A few days have passed since the… incident in the alleyway, and it’s been enough for the heat to die down both in camp and between your legs. You can look at him without throbbing, now. The two of you haven’t really spoken much outside of quiet morning pleasantries when grabbing a coffee, and those interactions are always around the others. You’ve felt the heat of his eyes bore into you though, and desperately tried to keep yourself from meeting his gaze.

To be honest, you’re glad that you’ve been so busy recently, and that business is keeping you away from Astarion. There simply hasn’t been time to explore things further with him, and you’re not sure you want to.

Well, no. That’s a lie. You do want to, desperately, but you’re worried. Astarion strikes you as being like belladonna: beautiful, but deadly if you let yourself touch.

He is, after all, a two-hundred year old vampire, with all of the baggage that comes with it. And you’re just a little mage.

“Well, seems like someone’s a million miles a–”

You shriek and drop the chicken leg you’re holding to the camp floor. Gale holds up his hands in a gesture of peace.

“My apologies. It was far from my intention to surprise you, especially at the cost of your first course.”

You sigh and grab the chicken, using a quick Prestidigitation to clear off the dirt as Gale takes a seat next to you.

“No, it’s fine. Sorry. My mind was elsewhere, which it shouldn’t have been. I know how important it is for a wizard to keep their wits about them.”

He smiles at that. He always does when you remember one of his lessons. He nods to the chicken bone you’re stripping the meat from.

“You’re getting better at that.”

“Eating floor food?”

“Well, that too perhaps, but I was referring to your grasp on magic. It’s much improved since our last lesson.” He looks a little downcast for a moment. “I’m sorry. We haven’t been focussing as much on your studies as I’d have liked - but, well, I’m sure you can understand that I’ve been somewhat waylaid due to an unwelcome guest.”

“Gale!” you say, faux-shocked, “That’s a horrible way to refer to Tav!”

He looks appalled, then realises you’re joking and grins in relief. You give him a friendly elbow.

“I understand. You didn’t ask for any of this, and we can only take each day as it comes. If anything is a reason to put teaching on a back burner, it’s the threat of being turned into an illithid.” There’s a pause. “And Tav is good for you, you know. You smile more now.”

You see his ears go a bit red, even in the low light of the fire.

“Thank you. I’m inclined to agree. They’re so thoroughly… good,” he decides, reduced to wordlessness in his ardour. He turns to you, and his posture shifts a little. Oh no. He is going to try and be Serious.

“And you know, it isn’t wrong to want to find companionship. If there was someone who you…”

Nope, no. You have to stop this. You can’t talk about your love life (or lack thereof) with Gale, it would be like having The Talk with your big brother. The idea makes you panicked and nauseous.

“Besides, Gale,” you say, quickly, interrupting him and steering the conversation back to magic, “what I just cast was a cantrip, I’ve been able to do those since I could tie my shoes.”

Gale seems relieved that you’re on more solid ground, crossing his arms over his chest with a smile.

“Is that so? Well, please, show me something spellbinding. As it were.”

He sits back and waits for you to show off. You run through your prepared spells in your head and settle on one which feels right: carefully, making sure that nobody will get hurt, you reach out and cast a careful Pyrotechnics on the campfire.

Fireworks shoot into the air, exploding into the night sky with colourful whizzes and bangs. The party all looks up and gasps in surprise and delight at the impromptu little display. You carefully shape the spell so as to keep it vertical, change the colours with a wiggle of your fingers, pulling invisible strings of weave until you feel it naturally come to an end. There’s a beat of silence before the campfire erupts in a cheer, Gale grinning proudly next to you.

“Look at you!” he says, slapping you on the back in triumph, “I’m certain that we’ll have an archwizard on our hands in no time.”

You know he’s exaggerating, but your tutor’s praise does make you beam anyway. In between compliments and Minsc’s pleading for a repeat performance, your eyes drift to the outside of the circle.

To Astarion.

And he’s watching. Of course he is. There’s something unreadable in his expression, something which makes you feel hot under the collar.

Oh, gods. This is a mistake.

You’re suddenly aware of how much the centre of attention you are. Everyone’s eyes are on you, boring into you, watching for the next thing you’ll do. 

Astarion’s eyes are on you.

No. You don’t like it. The limelight takes to Tav, not you. You’re a bloody apprentice wizard, not a fabulous bard. The heat rises until it’s eclipsing your face and gods you need to get out of here, now, choking out some half-baked excuse and getting to your feet. 

“Are you–?” begins Gale, but you wave him off and quickly scamper away, heart beating in your throat.

Unseen, Astarion slips after you.

The longer you walk, the quicker you go, the more you calm down. Soon you can feel your panic get under control; yet questions swirl around your mind. What were you thinking, doing something so public? You berate yourself for your childishness only to know the answer is there in plain sight.

You wanted Astarion to look at you. To notice you. Oh gods, you are such a little fool. He’d never be properly impressed with you, ever, and to get wound up about it is–

“Well, someone made quite a scene back there.”

You jump. His voice is like an ice cube being run down your spine, chilling and exciting you all at once. In the forest clearing you’ve found yourself in, you turn to face the pale elf, watching as he leans up against a tree, jealous at how easy he can be in this situation.

“I hope you aren’t too put off by the fact that I followed you as you scurried off… though, judging by the way you were looking at me over the campfire, I don’t think you mind the company.”

Then it occurs to you, oh gods, you’re alone with him again, aren’t you? Far from the camp, just the two of you, and with nobody to watch he can do whatever he wants, you can do whatever you want, and…

“You’re overthinking.”

His words cut like a knife through the thick air between you, and then he’s closing the gap, getting close enough to feel your shaky breaths on his skin, red eyes gleaming. His white shirt seems to be particularly unlaced today, revealing broad plains of perfect alabaster. 

You want to touch him. You can’t move under his gaze.

“I am,” you manage to confess, voice barely more than a whisper. Astarion chuckles, and you want to hear that sound over and over and over again.

His fingers brush your arm and you gasp. His vulpine smile grows wider, looking at you from under hooded eyes.

“Would you like me to help you stop thinking?”

You nod all too eagerly, and he loves it.

His mouth is just as wonderful on yours as you remember. He tastes nice, too, of vanilla this time - you wonder if he sweetens his breath before he seeks you out. You let him lead the kiss. He has far more experience with this, after all, and it shows: the way your tongues entwine makes you moan in anticipation, the soft clack of his teeth on yours a melody unto itself. When he begins to walk you backwards you immediately follow. It’s a waltz, of a kind, something intimate and sensual, and you reel with ecstasy when you feel your back hit the rough bark of a tree.

Yes. Yes, anything. Anything that he wants to do with you, you’ll offer it all up. You’re drunk on him already, head swimming, only after more Astarion, and then you feel his hand press up against your stomach and start to gently sneak in under your waistband, and he is so so close to touching where you need him most, and –

With far more self-control than you ever realised you had, your hands reach out and grab his forearm in a vice-grip.

“No, no. Astarion. Stop.”

He does, immediately, backing away so that he can scan your face. Your chest may be heaving and body thrumming with desire but you’re not so lost in the thrill of it that you can’t see he’s genuinely concerned. His eyes are wide, searching, trying to work out what he’s done wrong. It’s the first time you’ve seen him be unsure of himself - at least in front of you.

“Did I… do you not want…?”

“No, I do. I do, but… gods, look…” this is so embarrassing but you need to say it or it will be buried forever, and any real chance of connection will be lost, “... if this is just sex for you then I don’t want it, Astarion.”

He looks absolutely bowled over by that. His eyes flit across your face as he attempts to read you; he must think you’re trying to trick him. How far that is from the truth.

You carry on. 

“I know… I know you think it might be something you have to do to win me over, or to make me like you. But it isn’t, because I already do like you! I really like you, Astarion. And while, gods know, I want you to take me here on this forest floor, I don’t want this to be some little fling. I want to go out to bookshops with you, and drink coffee, and judge people as they walk by us.” Despite everything he gives a flicker of a smile at that. “I want to hold your hand while we walk places. I want to sit in the park and look at clouds with you. I want to go to sleep next to you, gods damn it, every night if you’ll let me. I want to be there if you need someone on your side. I want… I want all of you, every messy, wild piece of it. So if this is just something physical? I can’t. It would break my heart.”

Astarion lets that little confession settle. He looks utterly gobsmacked, no matter how well he tries to make it seem otherwise. You can tell he’s thinking. That his mind is going a mile a minute trying to work out if you’re being serious, and second-guessing himself when he comes to the conclusion that you are.

And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

The moment hangs in the air, pregnant with possibility, and eventually he reaches in to kiss you. But it is not all tongues and teeth and hunger this time. It’s sweet. Affectionate. And you love it even more than the ones that came before it.

“Aren’t you full of surprises, little mage?” he asks, voice as light as a feather, caressing like velvet. Another kiss before he pulls back, returning to his typical bravado, sighing as if this is all so much, but with a sincere smile on his face which he can’t quite seem to wipe, “Alright, tomorrow, then. We’ll go out for tea. I know a little place I think you’ll like - chamomile is your favourite, isn’t it?”

Your eyes go wide as you nod. It is. And he just knew that.

“It’s a date,” he grins, and your heart skips a beat.

He’s as good as his word. 

The next day you head to a little café in one of the quieter areas of the lower city, one with quaint outside tables under large gingham parasols, and the two of you sharing a pot of tea while people-watching. He grins at every bitchy comment you make about someone’s dress sense, and when your feet brush up playfully together underneath the table your heart jumps as if you’re a schoolchild again. 

When you finish your cups he indulges you as you go shopping, linking his little finger in yours and letting you pull him along as you go through your new favourite bookstore. He complains but you can tell he doesn’t mean it, not really. He carries your things for you while you let your hands run over the spines of newly-printed tomes, occasionally picking one out and adding it to the pile in his arms. When you’re done, you take the long way back to camp, just to be alone together for a little while longer. 

That night you sit with him by the campfire as you eat, lost in quiet conversation, and you absolutely ignore the way that Gale is grinning and trying to catch your eye because oh gods it’s embarrassing when he’s smug - and then, at night, he retires to your tent with you. You thrill as he wraps you in his arms, burying his face in the nape of your neck and drifting off to sleep. 

A few days go by and you suggest that, whilst you know Tav has let him feed from them for ease, you’d happily volunteer to take the position. He grins, and whispers something filthy which makes your face hot, and you start waking with a pleasant pain over your jugular from the next morning on. 

A few more days on from that, the two of you start kissing in front of the rest of the party. This earns a “yeah, baby!” from Karlach and a good-natured ribbing from the others. You’re insightful enough to know that he likes to show you off a bit, not out of any self-satisfied reason - or at least, not entirely - but because he is genuinely pleased to have you as his paramour. Sitting in his lap at dinner, holding his hand as you stroll through the city, these things become as easy as breathing. Every part of you sings for Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. 

One night, he confides his fear about sexual intimacy for you. You’re so glad you didn’t give into him those times before, and tell him you’re happy to wait as long as he needs. There is no rush for you. It breaks your heart how relieved he looks. 

Were this your regular day-to-day life, a romance would have blossomed slowly. But it is not your regular life. There is no chance to feel emotions other than intensely on the road you tread, to throw yourselves into one another and be known completely. 

When Cazador Szarr dies, you are there. You told Tav you were coming, despite everyone pleading you to stay behind - there was no way you would let Astarion face him without you, and you can tell that he’s secretly relieved to have you there. You sling spells from the back line and pick off his master’s minions, one eye on the vampire lord and the other on your partner. And when the fight is over, and he is offered the possibility of ascension - he looks to you straight away. 

A little shake of your head is all that’s needed to dissuade him from the idea entirely. 

That night he cries and you hold him, so so tightly. So tightly in fact that you’re scared you’re going to hurt him. But he says nothing, he just presses his face into the place where your shoulder meets your neck and weeps, long and loud and raw and intimate. You stroke his hair and wait until he’s exhausted, then lay him down to sleep wrapped in your arms. 

He looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from him the next morning. 

When he takes you to his gravestone the two of you sit, hand-in-hand, understanding how much you have come to mean to each other. It is a sweet and intense love you have fostered, so far from the vampire who would have taken you in that alleyway on the way back from Sorcerous Sundries. 

Well, maybe not that far, because as you leave the cemetery he sweeps you up in a burning kiss, all tongues and teeth and fire. 

Oh. Tonight, then. You can do tonight. 

As you head back to the Elfsong, you get him to pause by the front desk, and he watches as you dish out the coin with shaking fingers to rent a suite for the night. You have no intention of going back to the party’s shared floor. When he realises what this means, Astarion is half elated and half trepidatious as the two of you ascend the stairs to your private room. 

“My sweet,” he says, eyes blazing salaciously but sincere in his words of comfort, “you know that we don’t have to…”

“I know. But I want to,” you tell him, utterly sure, “but only if you want to, as well. I know how you feel about… all this. If there’s even a single doubt in your mind, then—”

He kisses you so fiercely that the breath is stolen from your lungs. You don’t even realise he’s taken the keys from your hands until the door swings open and the two of you tumble back into the room, into bed. 

His mouth is hot and delicious, kissing every inch of your skin he can find. Little nips of fangs only serve to excite you. He is thorough in his exploration; lavishing attention only onto what is exposed, and it leaves you a mewling mess beneath him. 

“Astarion… please,” you beg. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he looks up at you from your chest, your sternum aching pleasantly from his ministrations. 

“Please what, little mage?”

Oh, he knows how it excites you when he calls you that. Without even thinking, your hips rut up into his. He smiles in hunger and delight. 

“Use your words, my love.”

“I need you to touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

This seems to satisfy him, and he tugs at your shirt until it becomes untucked from your waistband, slowly lifting it until you take it off properly. Chest bared to him for the first time with the promise of lovemaking, he slowly reaches to take a nipple in his mouth and sucks. You moan and cant beneath his body, letting his teeth graze your areola, allowing his fangs tease the soft skin he finds. When his hand reaches up to touch your lips you let them fall open easily, letting him fuck your tongue with his fingers. 

“Good… you’re so pliant, aren’t you? Naughty little thing. Desperate for me.”

This talk is driving you wild. It will kill you, you’re sure of it. You throb, actually throb, and moan as he reaches for your trousers. It’s an easy shucking and oh gods he’s taken your underwear too and then you’re lying there, bare beneath his gaze. 

He looks you up and down. Your chest heaves. 

“Like what you see?” you want it to be playful, but instead it’s full of nerves. You really, really hope he does. If your body is anything less than desirable to him you’ll be shattered. 

He senses the worry in your words and, rather than continue his work on your chest, reaches over to kiss you, slow and sweet. It’s a kiss you know well, one you’ve given him a dozen times over: a kiss of reassurance. 

“You’re divine,” he whispers. A thrill runs up you. This man - this man, who could have been carved out of marble by the gods themselves - thinks you’re divine. A surge of courage runs through you and you sweep him in for another kiss, taking his hand in yours and guiding it down your body. 

When he first touches between your legs you think you might explode. His long, dexterous fingers slowly spread you open, running along the soft seam of your cunt. You find yourself reduced to jelly, a quivering mess as he explores you for the first time. His touch is gentle, reverent, careful; his fingers find your sweetest spot and rub there for a moment until you see stars light up behind your eyes.

It’s good. So good. When he presses those fingers inside you gasp a little but he is attentive to what he does. There is no urgency as he slips in one, then two, slowly pumping you as you hope he plans to with his cock later. Your legs spread and he settles between them better, lavishing your skin with kisses and your ego with praise. 

“So lovely… so wet. I’m going to make this good for you. I’m going to empty your head of every piece of magic you know, you gorgeous thing, and replace it only with the feeling of this.”

At that he crooks his fingers upwards and you squeak as he hits a spot that sends electricity along every nerve in your body. 

“Astarion—!”

“Yes, that’s it.” He drops a kiss to your shoulder and continues his work, fucking you with his fingers. He slips in a third when he feels you’re ready enough, and when his thumb presses into your clit you know you’re hurtling towards the first orgasm someone else has ever given you. 

It’s magnificent. It’s syrupy and sweet and shocking, crashing over your body like a wild tide and dragging you out to sea with it. You come all over his hand and ride it out, pressing your cunt down into his palm and rutting up against it like a dog in heat. Astarion smiles, and though it’s lustful and heavy-lidded you can see the genuine affection for you there too, a true happiness that you’d give yourself to him like this. 

When the feeling has passed he kisses you before slowly removing his fingers and pressing them into his mouth. Your eyes go wide. 

“Astarion!” you squeak. He gives a blasé shrug. 

“I wanted to taste you. Can you really blame me? You look delicious.”

Face hot again you do the only thing you can think of: thump him playfully with one of the decorative cushions on the bed. He looks actually shocked at that before he bursts into genuine joyful laughter, and you do too - and it’s good. It’s so, so good. You’re in bed with the man you love and laughing because it’s silly and you feel safe and adored. And it occurs to you: yes, you do love him. You want to keep him happy and safe and in your arms for as long as he’ll let you, which is hopefully forever. 

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you point out. He looks down to where he’s still fully dressed, cock pressing achingly against the front of his trousers. 

“I suppose I am. Let’s remedy that.”

You help him remove his shirt, caressing the expanse of smooth chest he reveals, undo the laces of his bottoms and pull him free. His length stands hard and ready in front of you and it gives you a not insubstantial thrill that you’re the one who managed to do this to him. You!

You take him in your hand, carefully, and he groans. Smiling, you let your body take over - pumping him slowly and languidly, as easy a pace as he set with you. He’s a decent size and thick, something you can see fitting quite comfortably inside you. 

Emboldened, you reach forward and lick a stripe up him. Astarion arches as if he’s been electrocuted, and his hands dig into your shoulders to halt you. 

“Oh… did I do something wrong…?” you ask, but when you meet his gaze you don’t find scorn or anger. You find such unbridled, carnal desire you’re overtaken with it. 

“No. Quite the opposite. If you do that I will end up finishing in your mouth. And while it’s a lovely thought - I want this to be about you.”

You release his cock and let it bob against his stomach, moving to give him another tender kiss. 

“It’s not about me. It’s about us.”

He smiles, softly. 

“Indeed it is, my love. Indeed it is.”

He manoeuvres you, carefully, so that you’re lying back on the bed, legs spread open for him as he takes himself in his hand and rubs it against your already orgasm-drenched cunt. 

“Will it hurt?” you ask, suddenly a little scared. This is happening. It’s happening. 

But Astarion is sweet. A kiss is dropped to your shoulder, tender and reassuring.

“If it does, tell me, and I’ll stop. I swear.”

You trust him. You lie back and fan your legs open a little further, letting him press the head of his cock against your entrance and start to slide it. 

It’s an unfamiliar but welcome feeling. You’re full for the first time, in a different way to his fingers; his cock is thicker and spreads you in a far more lucious way. You gasp as he enters into you, each little thrust of his hips easing him inside deeper, and though it does sting a little the pleasure that he brings is far more easy to concentrate on. 

“Oh… oh…”  is all you can manage, and when you look up Astarion’s eyes are screwed shut in concentration, like he has to actively prevent himself from fucking you with the vigour he wants to. That’s promising. You hope the next night you spend like this will be far more wild, once you’re used to the feeling of him. 

Eventually he sinks all the way up to his base. He groans, cock throbbing inside you, totally sheathed. Together as one. His forehead presses down against yours, and he takes deep and slow inhales he doesn’t need - encouraging you to get your own breathing in sync with his, calm you down and adjust to it. 

Soon you’re used to the intrusion of him, and you nudge your hips up against his. He smiles. 

“And here I thought learning magic required patience. You seem to have none of it.”

“I’m patient when it comes to how to cast a bloody fireball, Astarion. If you don’t start moving now, I might explode.”

He chuckles again, genuine in his glee, and slowly begins to buck his hips. His cock stretches you wider, and his head grazes that sweet spot over and over. Oh, it is delicious. Your body is on fire for Astarion Ancunín and you never want to extinguish it; you want him to keep on fanning this flame forever. You will become a roaring inferno under his touch and nothing has ever seemed more appealing to you. 

“My love,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. He peppers your neck and shoulder with kisses as he thrusts, utterly enchanted by you, fangs tracing your throat as your racing heartbeat echoes in it. 

“My love,” he replies in kind, speeding up as he can feel how soaked you’re getting. You cup his face with your hands so that you can see him properly. Oh, Astarion. Your Astarion. The moon in your sky and every star around it. 

Your cunt aches, but not from discomfort but from pleasure. You can tell you’re going to come again soon, and want it to harmonise with his own release, have the two of you crescendo together. If the way his hips are beginning to move arrythmically, erratically, you can sense he’s not far from completion either. 

“Please… inside…” you manage, and oh gods he is gone. His hips stutter as he empties himself inside of you with a little moan, flooding your cunt with hot jets of his release and toppling you over the edge with him. You sink your fingernails into his back, over his scars — those damned scars, scars he’s never going to have to be afraid of again — and cry out your pleasure.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breaths. You need it, he literally doesn’t, but feels he probably ought to take a moment anyway to let you collect your thoughts. He rolls off and lies on the bed next to you, eyes roving up and down your panting, sweat-slicked body. 

You can tell there’s a tiny hint of nervousness in him. A bite of worry that you didn’t enjoy it. To quell his mind you reach over and bring him into a slow, long, tongue-twisting kiss. He noticeably relaxes under you. 

“That was… everything,” you confess. “More of that. Please.”

He laughs. 

“Oh gods, I’ve made a monster. You’re going to be insatiable now, aren’t you?”

You playfully bite the air above his face, baring your teeth like an animal, before grimacing as your newly-abused cunt twinges. You reach between your legs and find him dripping out of you sinfully, but also that your fingers come back coated a little in red. Proof of what just happened. 

Without warning Astarion grabs your wrist and presses your bloody fingers into his mouth, sucking on them with a groan. 

“Astarion!” you shriek with a shocked giggle, reaching to grab the pillow and give him another swipe with it - but he wrestles you back into the mattress, pinning you down playfully. He kisses you again, then, and you feel the affection rolling off of him. Adoration, there’s no other word. Devoted adoration. 

“I love you, my little mage. My heart,” he confesses, in the low light of the inn’s room, face dancing in the moonlight from where the two of you didn’t bother to join the curtains. The words sound odd coming from his throat. As if he’s had no reason to say them for a long, long time. 

You’re glad you were the spark he needed. 

“I love you too.”

Whatever comes next, you’re in it together. 

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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🪡Chapter Seven: Snacks

Megumi turns around to see you heading in his direction. You give a wave causing him to smile and wave back. “Hey, it’s so nice to finally properly meet you!” you greeted. “Same here.”

You two continued walking until finally entering the building. “So, Gojo’s your teacher right?” he questioned. “Yeah, people think he’s annoying cause of his attitude, but personally I think it’s way better than if we had some old man yelling at us or someone who just sat there.” Megumi hummed in response. “Yeah, i get it, but after you’ve known him for so long he gets on your nerves a lot.” You smiled at him, “You know him personally?” He shrugged, “Family friend.”

You two continued your way into the small lobby entrance built into the building. Building 7 was the studio building, so there were other art majors around. Utahime’s studio was right below Gojo’s. Apparently they originally had them next to each other but Utahime begged to get swapped down a whole floor due to Gojo’s antics. Now they remodeled the room next to it to be a film studio where some of Suguru Geto’s classes take place. You know that due to running into Yuta and Sukuna on occasions.

“Can I carry that for you?” Megumi asked. Currently the elevator for the building was under repair, so you guys had made your way to the stairs. In your hand was a small tub, not really a bother to carry, it had small supplies like needles, bobbins, measuring tape, and probably other detail things you had thrown in there the night before. “Oh it’s fine, it’s not that much.” “You’ve got your bag already, i’d feel bad if I didn’t help out a little.” Granted the bag was mostly for personal things, sketchbook and a few fabric samples you had been thinking of showing to your teacher for an opinion, but deciding to give into his request you gave Megumi the okay. “Thanks I really appreciate it.” “No problem at all.”

Once you guys had walked into the room, you went to set your stuff down at a table, still a few minutes early, people were be beginning to file in. Gojo wasn’t too strict on time anyway, so some took and extra 5 to arrive. Nobara was already there, at the closest table to you, chatting with a girl you recognized as Akari, one of her models. You started to organize your things, seeing that your other friend was currently engrossed in her conversation. “Alright i’m just gonna take some measurements today, you’ll be free to go in less than an hour, shouldn’t take to long-” “Megumi!” You both turned around to see Gojo make his way towards him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “It’s been so long kid! What’s up with that?” You suppressed a laugh at how his expression dropped, and he shrugged off Gojo’s arm. “I’m here for a fitting, please let y/n work.” In reply Gojo just laughed “Okayyy, i’ll leave you to it then!”

“Thanks so much again Megumi, I’m glad I got see you, i’ll let you know when I need you to stop by again.” “Yeah, sure.” He thought about it for a second, and has been thinking about it since you first agreed to meet up. He had wanted to ask if maybe after your class was done you’d like to go out for lunch or something with him. Debating in his head he was about to work up the courage until your name was called. “Y/N??” Turning away from Megumi you saw Yuki standing there near the entrance of the room, though not calling too much attention to herself as everyone was moving around. “Oh, hey Yuki!” With that the blonde girl turned in your direction, holding up a plastic bag with the logo of a local gas station plastered on it. “Heyyyy! So nice to meet you! I don’t know if you’re allowed snacks in here, but I made a quick stop and got you something too. You could save it for later,” She placed her bag on the table, careful not to put it over any of your things. “I got a bunch so I’m sure there’s something you’d like in there.” With that Megumi decided it was probably his cue to head out, seeing as this was probably one of your other models that had arrived for their measuring. “I’m gonna go now, bye y/n, it was nice seeing you.” “Oh, bye Megumi, i’ll see you around!” “See you around.”

Author’s Note: chapter seven!! Yuki was fun to have enter the story, hope you guys enjoyed!!

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Prejudice & Pride

[A/N: Me: has a terrible interaction with a tech. Me immediately after escaping from said interaction: starts drafting Hotch feat. praise kink bc he Would Not Stand For This 🥺 It’s consequently more fluff than my other kinktober posts, pls indulge me]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gender neutral reader (praise kink)

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Aaron can’t help the smile that graces his face when he walks in to find his apartment smelling like your newest candle obsession, bought on a whim during a recent excursion to the mall because it sniffs like your cologne. He spots the key he had given you on the hook by the door, the smile on his face widening when he drops his own set of keys beside it. “Honey?” he calls out into the dimly lit space. “We caught a tailwind, so I’m back early.”

“Living room,” you answer, tone void of your usual excitement to have him home with you.

“Hey,” he croons upon entering the living room, noting a half-empty bottle of moscato on the table by the melting candle and your body bundled up on the couch. “Rough day?”

With a sniffle, you part with your wine glass and look up at him with a pout that tugs at his heartstrings. “Fucking shit day. I’m so happy you’re home,” you sigh, reaching your hands up toward him.

Aaron takes the hint, shedding his suit jacket and loosening his tie before lifting you into his arms and settling on the couch with you in his lap. His hands immediately go to work, one softly scratching along your spine, the other carding through your hair.

“Baby,” you whisper, tracing his lips with your index finger before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I know you found the missing kiddos, but are you okay? Cases with kids are always hard on you.”

“Oh, angel,” he sighs, pausing his soothing patterns to give you an affectionate squeeze. “I’m glad they’re home safe with their parents.”

“You’re so good at what you do, Aaron,” you say, voice wavering with awe and a hint of sadness, if he’s not mistaken. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

He brushes a strand of hair off your forehead before tilting your chin up until your gaze meets his. “Did someone make you feel like you’re not?”

“See?” you ask, bottom lip trembling. “You’re a damn good profiler.”

“Tell me what happened.”

You launch into a blow by blow recounting of your no good, very bad day from only getting to down two sips of your coffee before being pulled into a case to working with a technician who made you feel downright incompetent. “-and the thing is, the thing is, I was alone in the OR with my patient- anesthetized okay?”

“I’m following,” Aaron says with a nod, swiping at the errant tears of frustration running down your heated cheeks.

“So clearly I know what I’m doing, right?”

“Of course you do,” he’s quick to affirm, lips tugging into a frown at the doubt blanketing your words.

“And he was fine. Stable throughout, no issues in recovery or anything. And she was kind of nice to me afterwards? I don’t know,” you sigh, voice dropping low while you distract yourself playing with his tie. “I just felt really stupid about every little decision I made. Maybe I’m not cut out for this field.”

“Excuse me?”

You balk at the subtle growl in Aaron’s voice, looking up at him meekly. “Aar, I-”

“I know you didn’t work your ass off to get into this program, spend sleepless days and nights studying, and rack up hours upon hours of experience at the hospital just to let one technician’s shitty attitude dissuade you from following your dreams.”

Overcome with emotion, tears pool in your eyes again and you shake your head at his much needed tough love.

“This-” He cups your face in his large hands before continuing, “This is your passion, baby. You were meant to do this, to help and heal those who need it most. And you are not going to let others’ bitterness stand in your way. Am I clear?”

Managing to muster up a smile, you nod and respond, “Clear, Unit Chief Hotchner, sir.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are. You have your Hotch frown on,” you tease, swiping your thumb across his downturned bottom lip.

His frown deepens at your playful ribbing, and he rises abruptly so that you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him while he strides purposefully down the hallway towards the master bedroom. “You don’t understand how serious I am about this,” he accuses, and you dot his neck with kisses while assuring, “No, no, I definitely do, and I appreciate you for it.”

“But your confidence is still shaken,” he intuits, and he can feel the sigh that rattles through you in response. “Well that simply won’t do, sweetheart.”

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“Say it,” Aaron growls out, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto your flushed chest when his hips meet yours again.

You let out a pitiful moan, raking your nails down his back at the overwhelming sensation of fullness.

“Say. It.” He repeats the command, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust that has you seeing stars.

“I’m smart,” you rasp out, thighs quaking in their elevated position. Aaron has you nearly folded in half, knees practically pressed to your chest while he rails you like he can imbue confidence into you with his cock alone.

“And?” he prompts with another gasp-inducing drive of his hips.

“I’m good at what I do?” you offer quietly, somehow succeeding in looking sheepish while he splits you in half.

He pinches your nipple harshly and you cry out, now meeting his fiery gaze with one of your own. “Was that a question or a statement?”

“I’m good at what I do,” you amend, tugging on his hair as he fucks you without abandon.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons, bending down to swipe his lips across yours. You whimper into his mouth, the change in angle somehow helping him drive even deeper into your spent body. He nibbles on your bottom lip before pulling back with a satisfied grin. “You’re brilliant, aren’t you, my little doctor?” Tucking your chin between his thumb and index finger, he moves your head into a nod. “You’re only dumb when you’re drunk on my cock.”

A moan falls past your parted lips at that, and Aaron laughs low in his throat. “Poor thing,” he tuts, “I’m amazed you can string full sentences together right now.”

“Can’t,” you cry in response. “Need you. Need you to fill me up, Daddy, please.”

He takes your ankles in his hands and wraps your legs around his torso, stalling his movements with his hips flush to yours. “You want Daddy to be nice to you?”

Driving your heels into his lower back, you moan, “Oh god, yes.”

“Are you going to be nice to yourself, little one?” Desperate for release, you sniffle and nod diligently. Aaron sucks a bruising kiss into the sensitive skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder and growls out, “Promise?”

“Promise,” you answer immediately, breathless.

“Did so well for me, baby, so well,” he praises, his hand moving between your bodies to expertly take you over the edge, and you cling to him like your life depends on it as fireworks explode behind your closed eyelids. “My good little love. So smart, so beautiful, so perfect.”

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Authors Note:This is my submission for @sparklingsin ‘s ‘Spookinktober’ my prompt word was pumpkin. Obviously I got carried away. Tumblr was being a bitch so ignore the editing and typos please. It literally has paragraphs disappear when I go to edit it, so it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT (18plus) NO MINORS. Choking, spanking, slight dom!eddie and bratty reader.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Laurie Strode’s scream filled your ears as you shoved the carving knife into your pumpkin.

“Jesus sweetheart, watch your fingers.” Eddie had been watching you through out this entire process with apprehensive eyes. Not known for your grace he wasn’t trying to take you to the emergency room on Halloween night. Again.

“Jesus Eddie, I’m fine.” Rolling your eyes hard you continue your assault on your pumpkin doing your best to make it look like the one on the VHS cover of Halloween the movie you were watching.

“Just.. be careful.” Warm hands on your shoulders Eddie places a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m gonna go get out of these jeans really quick, don’t cut your fingers off.”

Dropping your knife with a loud huff you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, in fact his fear was valid having taken you to get stitches on more then one occasion you just couldn’t help but be a brat.

“Look, I’ll stop while I’m unsupervised Dad.” Raising your hands in the air Eddie’s eyes narrow at your attitude from the hallway. Shaking his head he turns back around muttering under his breath.

The sound of Michael’s notorious music brings your attention back to the small TV in his living room. The soft glow of it making the everything look that much more cozy, one of the many reasons you always preferred hanging out here rather then your parents house. Eddie didn’t understand it but it was home to you.

Eyes flicking back to the movie your breath catches in your throat when you see Michael wrap his hands tightly around a woman’s throat. Pushing her against the wall with force, he lifts her up a few inches in the air. Biting your bottom lip the heat rises to your cheeks when your thighs press themselves together. The familiar tingling in your gut that usually only Eddie brought out in you makes your toes curl.

So distracted you didn’t hear Eddie sneak back in the room, his plan to scare a smile out of you with Red’s Michael mask was put on pause when he saw the way you were staring at the TV. The familiar glaze covering your eyes he takes in your body language eyes trailing back to the TV where he saw exactly what was happening.

He knew you liked being choked in the bedroom from time to time but this was a little more aggressive then what he was used to doing to you. Fingers fiddling in your lap he knew you had it bad. Smirking to himself under the mask he was glad you were being a little brat.

Eddie clears his throat snapping you out of your lust filled daze, mouth going dry at the sight in front of you. In nothing but black sweat pants that rested low on his hips and a Michael mask Eddie was the epitome of your own personal wet dream right now. Gulping loudly you’re left speechless as he starts to stalk over to you, the playfulness he came in with gone.

“What’s going on in here huh?” His voice is low behind the latex of the mask. “You only ever look at me that way. What’s got you so worked up pretty girl?”

Your own nerves getting the best of you despite knowing it was just your goofy loving boyfriend underneath, you couldn’t help but push yourself off your chair scrambling to get away from him.

“Eddie, come on.” Whining the heat rises to your cheeks excitement mixing with the embarrassment of being caught.

“Does my girl like it rough? Is that it?” You can hear the smile in his conceding tone as his long strides bring him closer. The muscles in his abdomen flexing slightly with each movement of his legs. He’s never looked sexier to you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Changing the octave in your voice trying to sound more innocent, you lay it on thick noticing the tent that started to form in his sweats.

“No? Do I need to remind you?” Closing the distance with quick steps his ringed fingers wrap tightly around you throat shoving you hard enough against the wall it has Wayne’s coffee mugs clinking together on impact.

Unable to stop the loud moan that falls from your mouth, your eyes close tight as his rings bite into the sensitive skin underneath his hold. Pushing your legs apart with his knee, he slots himself between them the top of his thigh pressing tightly against your aching core. Wiggling your hips your body searches for friction on its own accord.

Squeezing tighter he tuts at you from under the mask.

“Behave yourself baby, I’m just reminding you of what you seemed to of forgotten.” Flexing the muscle of his thigh against your heat, your head lulls back into his hold. You were putty in his hands like this and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Is this why you were being such a brat earlier? You were hoping I’d get the picture huh? That you just wanted me to punish you.” The last two words coming out from between clenched teeth his hold getting tighter for a minute before he lets it go. Removing his leg from between yours without warning your feet hit the ground with a light thud.

Ripping the mask off there’s a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead making his bangs stick to his skin, chocolate pools blown into black Eddie was just as effected by this as you. The knowledge adding more slick to the coating that was already inside your panties.

He takes a minute to search your face for any trace of discomfort but all he sees is how your pupils have dilated so much there was no color left. You’ve always looked at him like you were attracted to him but you never looked at him like this. His erection becoming almost painful against the soft fabric of his sweats when he thinks about how wet you must be. Grabbing your face between his ringed hand he squeezes your cheeks together before slotting his lips roughly against yours. Sighing in his mouth your tongue meets his eagerly before he rips himself away trying to keep himself calm enough to remain in control.

“Turn around.” His voice is quiet but his tone is demanding and he watches the internal battle of wanting to behave or be a brat happen across your face before you finally give in turning around. “Hands on the wall.”

When your palms hit the smooth paint of the walls you weren’t expecting the first smack. Eddie’s open hand making harsh contact with your right butt cheek, the metal hitting hard enough you’re sure there will be a bruise there in the morning.

“That was for having to think about listening to me. I saw that.” Pushing himself flush against your back his voice sends shivers down your spine as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear with each word. With his hard cock pushing against your covered entrance part of you feels like this might actually be torture. Your hips seek friction but his firm grip on them holds you in place.

“Be good.” The condescending way he sings good makes you want to be anything but. The need to cum overpowering your pride you decide to stay still.

Nipping at your ear lobe you feel Eddie start to work his way down your body. Big hands slide down your curves squeezing and kneading at the flesh as he makes his way down to the tops of your jeans. Popping open the front buttons with quick fingers he starts tugging them down your legs leaving a small bite on each ass cheek when they pool at your ankles. Cupping under the curve of each cheek he pulls them apart so he can see if you’re as wet he he thinks you are.

“Fuck baby, all this for me?” Breaking his dominant character a strangled moan leaves his throat at how your panties are completely soaked through. Pushing his face in between your covered folds he inhales deeply the tip of his nose brushing against your swollen nub.

Shaking legs beg to give out on top of him as your finger nails scrape against the wall, the needy whine you give echos through the trailer and you swear you feel him chuckle against you.

Calloused fingers grip the sides of your panties yanking them down to join at your feet with the denim of your jeans. Another loud moan leaves his swollen lips when he sees your slick glisten against the newly exposed skin of your cunt.

“I’m gonna take care of it pretty girl don’t worry.” Mumbling to himself he pushes your legs further apart, you knew he was coming but you still gasped when his tongue licked a long stripe through your folds. “God you taste even better when you’re this worked up, you’ve been holding on out me.” Another unexpected smack to your ass sends your body forward slightly.

“Eddie, please, please.” Your pleading comes out breathless while your body feels like it might actually combust if he doesn’t fuck you.

Smack

“Please what?” Pushing himself off the ground you can feel him crowd behind you, the rough hair of his happy trail scraping against the small of your back while an arm loops around you. Fingers gripping tight around your neck again he pulls your head back so you can meet his eyes. “Use your words.”

Pushing your ass against his hard cock that sat nestled between your cheeks you don’t care anymore how pathetic you might sound.

“Please Eddie, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” stomping your feet it comes out as if you’re throwing a fit. “I’ve needed it all day.”

“I could tell by the way you were behaving, don’t worry I’ll make sure to fuck that attitude right out of you.” His grip leaves your throat before both hands find a place on either side of your hips pulling them back before an open palm pushes your back down. Angling you perfectly for him to control the pace.

Positioning himself with legs on either side of you his hands only leave your body long enough to push his sweat pants down his thighs, hissing when the cool air hits the leaking head of his cock. Giving himself a few pumps he pulls you in closer by your hips, swiping himself between your folds coating his thick mushroom head with your slick before stretching out your walls with one quick thrust.

Your voice gets caught in your throat at the feeling of him splitting you in half. Slapping the wall in front of you tears prickle at the corners of your eyes at how good it feels after being worked up for so long.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” grunting his thrusts are slow at first wanting to savor the feeling of your silky walls sucking him. The way you shudder against him has his eyes roll in the back of his head with each push your own hips start to meet his.

Blaming lack of self control you can’t help but try and set a faster pace, the slow build up in your gut not moving at the speed you were so desperate for. Eddie struggles to meet the movement of your hips snapping him out of the pussy drunk state he had slipped into when he was met with the wetness of your walls.

His fingers dig deep into your hips bruising the the soft skin underneath stilling your motions, keeping you in place his right hands releases its grip on you to smack your ass even harder then the times before. Biting your lip the string makes you clench around him earning a strangled moan from behind you.

“Such a dirty girl, who knew you were hiding all of this from me.” Smoothing a hand down your back his hips finally start setting a pace that satisfies the dull throb in your gut.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is the only thing that can be heard in the trailer, the grunts and whimpers leaving both of you without abandon drown out the slasher movie on in the background.

The hand that laid on on the small of your back snakes it way to the front of you with gentle pressure on your stomach he pushes you flush against his chest. The new angle making him hit a spot so deep it had you seeing stars behind your closed lid. Jaw going slack your mouth open his a silent scream as his rough fingers start drawing relentless circles on your clit.

“Eddie, eddie, eddie.” Your voice is unrecognizable when his name comes tumbling out of your mouth like a chant.

“Cum for me pretty girl, be a good girl and cum for me.” Lips pressed against your ear his voice sends a shiver down your spine clenching yourself even harder around him. A cocky laugh leaving his mouth at the feeling of how his words were effecting you.

Applying more pressure with his fingers it’s enough to finally send you over the edge, vision going white as your orgasm vibrates through your body like an earthquake. Shaking around him in a way he’s never felt before mixed with the hard clamp of your walls as you come undone on top of him has his following closely after yours. Cock twitching against your constricting walls the tail end of our orgasm milks his even further. Burying his head in the crook of your neck he moans loudly against your skin. His open mouth leaves a trail of drool that starts to slide down the curve of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. Hot ropes of his cum paint your insides. Leaning forward one hand grips your hips to hold you in place while the other lays flat against the wall holding your weight up.

It takes you both a minute to collect yourself before either of your make the effort to move or speak to each other, your bodies completely spent.

“So clearly there was a kink of yours I didn’t know about.” Eddie chuckles placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before making sure both your feet were flat on the floor. Pulling himself out slowly you both whimper at the loss of contact. The grip on your hips only loosens when he feels your start to balance yourself, they hover until he thinks your safe to do it on your own.

Heat rising to your cheeks you can’t fight the shyness that breaks through when you feel the remains of him start to drip down your thighs. Noticing the way your eyes won’t meet his, he grips your chin with his thumb and his index finger gently brining your attention back up to him.

“I liked it. I liked it a lot. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Kissing the tip of your nose he grabs a handful of your ass jiggling it playfully before pushing you towards the bathroom.

“Get in the shower, let me clean this up and I’ll meet you in there in a minute.” A devilish smirk graces his lips before adding. “And then we’ll rewind the movie as long as you promise not to get worked up again.”

Groaning loudly you crumple up a piece of newspaper that you had been carving your pumpkins on throwing it at him before stomping away. Slamming the door for good measure there was a part of you that hoped he’d come in here and do it all over again.

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It takes a mob part 3

Part one 

previously

“This place is a dump Bill.”

“Hey! Excuse me if I wasn’t expecting company!”

Bill grimaced as he pushed a couple takeout boxes of the kitchen island. Renting alone was difficult enough; maybe he hasn’t swept or scrubbed in a while. He’s been busy, sue him!

The kid didn’t seem to mind, he was too busy chewing on a rabbit ear to complain.

Ken grimaced as he bounced the squirt,

“Forget company Bill, you got an entire war in your kitchen.”

“It you’re going to complain so much about it then lend a hand?”

“Oh no man, you forget. I’m holding Danny, this is an important job! Can’t have him crawling around here and picking up diseases. This is much more important than being your busboy.”

Bill raised a brow, watching as Marv snuck up behind Ken and scooping up the kid with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah? Looks like you’ve been relieved. Hop to it bus boy.”

“Marv!!”

“Didn’t want Danny to pick up your garbage attitude.”

Bill held back a groan as the two dumbasses started a game of keep away with the boy.

He was tired. What was supposed to be a quick beer on a night off has turned into a four am game of house.

The chaos paused when a whimper broke into the air.

“Look what you did Marv!”

“Me!? Ken you didn’t have to-“

The kid was fully bawling his eyes out and the two jackasses where too wrapped in their pissing match to notice.

Grabbing the boy from the two of them, Bill leveled the with a glare as he gently bounced the kid on his hip.

“He ain’t a toy you bozos! Be glad you didn’t drop him and crack his head open!”

Not breaking his glare Bill made his way to his couch and lowered himself to the cousins with a weary sigh,

“I’m cashing in the IOU’s. You two idiots get to clean the apartment.”

Bill raised his unoccupied hand at Ken’s sputtering,

“I’m not fucking finished numb nuts. You two are goin’ to clean and think about what you did. The tyke is barely old enough to raise his head! I don’t care if he’s a meta or not. The only reason he’s here and not at the Wayne foundation is because it’s safer with us than in the goddam system! The second that changes I’m not afraid to pack him up and take him there myself. Am I clear?”

Ken let out an annoyed “yes sir.”

Marv for his part looked properly chastised.

“Alright, now get.”

Letting out another sigh, Bill turned his attention to Danny.

“Let it out kid, just let it out.”

With a little bounce Bill brought his feet up and tried to get himself comfortable leaning against the arm rest.

‘The kid has a set of healthy lungs at least...’

“I’m really sorry you got to deal with a couple lugs like us. If it makes you feel any better, Kenny’s 19 and Marv has only handled older youngin’s before. There’s a learning curve.”

Bringing the squirming tot to his chest Bill began to run his palm up and down his back, mildly marveling at how much he could cover in one small swipe.

“Truth is, I’m probably no better. At least those two have excuses. If I fuck up don’t hold back on old Billy alright? Lord knows I can get my head up my ass at times.”

Danny let out a little hiccup as his crying petered out. Glancing down, Bill switched to rubbing a small circle with his thumb as the baby’s eyes began to droop.

‘Huh.. I thought his eyes were blue?’

Bill gave a mental shrug. It probably had something to do with his meta-abilities. God forbid if he drew the line in the sand over an eye color change.

The kid was fighting to stay awake; it was kind of adorable watching him try to keep his eyes open.

That being said a sleeping baby was easier to deal with than awake one.

‘Ok, think Bill, think. What would old man do?’

Glancing around, he made a face.

‘They won’t hear me over their own swearing...’

Clearing his throat, Bill hummed as he tried to recall some old words.

“Go to sleep you littl’ baby.. Go to sleep you littl’ baby. Your mama’s gone away and your daddy’s goin’ to stay.. Didn’t leave nobody but the baby..”

Bill kept humming as he tried to recall the next verse.

He hadn’t heard the song since he was a tyke himself, sue him.

He could almost feel the moment when the little man lost the war with sleep.

“Honey on a rock and sugar don’t stop.. gotta bring a bottle to the baby..”

Bill was pretty sure he got that lyric wrong, what Danzo didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Bill kept humming as he listened to the sound of Gotham outside. The early bird would be just starting their commute by now.

Actually, why weren’t the numbskulls making any noise? If they think he was going to accept any half ass cleaning for two favors than they had quite a bitching to look forward to.

‘Not right now.’ Bill felt his humming slow down, ‘can’t risk waking the kid,’

He was aware he was joining Danny in Dreamland at this point; the fact of the matter is he been up for almost 24 hours and is supposed to go in tonight anyways.

He deserved some sleep after all this shit.

Gently laying his arm over Danny, he let his body relax as the first rays of dawn entered the apartment.

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[buckyswintersoldiermask]

A wedding and a breakup

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x OC, OC x reader

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Summary: you and Bucky are apart of your best friends big day but how he acts makes you question your future together.

Warnings: angstyyy, marriage and weddings

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: I’ve had this one in the drafts for a whileeeee but I’m glad it’s finally published :)

You woke up to cool air, caressing your bare skin as you felt an empty bed. Turning over to see that your lover wasn’t in bed lying next to you. You grabbed your robe, wrapping it around you as you made your way to your living room.

You spotted him in the kitchen, his back exposed to you. Making breakfast for the both of you since you had a long day ahead. You tiptoed up to him and engulfed him in your arms.

“Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning, why didn’t you wake me?” He turned around and cupped your face, smiling from ear to ear.

“You looked too peaceful.” He says before placing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Well, I don’t look peaceful when I’m rushing to get ready.” You complained, pushing him away to go sit down. He fixed a plate of food with a little bit of everything he made for you.

Today was the wedding of you and Bucky’s friends Steve and Marie. You have known Marie for as long as you could remember, you were so excited that she was getting married. Even more exciting, it was your boyfriend's best friend. Bucky and Steve have been friends for a long time as well, much longer than you and Marie. So it was nice to see your friends get married to each other. You’d hope that was you one day, finally marrying Bucky. Having the life you’ve always wanted.

“I guess you better eat quick then.” He smirked, placing the plate of food in front of you.

“I hate you.” You playfully snapped, rolling your eyes.

“And I love you too.”

You and Bucky had been together for about 5 years. A mutual friend suggested you go on a date and that’s when the relationship started to bloom. You went on dates multiple times a week, he’d bring you flowers, and bring lunch to your job. You were inseparable and madly in love. After a year of dating the both of you ultimately decided on moving in together. It’s been the two of you ever since.

“I don’t want to go to this wedding.”

“What- why not? Steve is your best friend, you’re the best man!” You exclaimed as Bucky sat down on the couch.

“It’s just not very exciting to me. I’m definitely happy for him though, spending the rest of his life with Marie.”

Bucky’s attitude towards weddings was all new to you. You had never seen this side of him and it worried you. What if he didn’t want to get married to you? You wanted to get married, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. But you didn’t bring it up, you’re just overthinking, of course he wants to marry you, maybe he’s just having a bad day, you thought.

Moving away from that conversation, you glanced at the wall to look at the clock. “Well we better get dressed, we have to be at the place soon.”

With that, you got up and got dressed. Bucky helped you with your dress zipper and you helped him with his tie.

You stood behind him, your head peeking out from the side of his shoulder. “Ready to be the best man at your best friend's wedding?” You beamed hoping to get him excited about the wedding.

“Yeah, I hope I’ll never have to do this again.”

Your heart dropped at the words he uttered. He hopes he will never have to do this again. Does this mean going to a wedding? Being in a wedding? What does it mean? You brushed it off, giving him a small smile before walking away. Hopefully, he just means being the Best Man.

He comes into the living room and his eyes scan you, up and down. “You look stunning in this dress, love.”

Playing off how you feel you responded, “Why thank you, you look pretty okay.” He gasps like he’s hurt and you peck his cheek, “you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You have the rings?” He nods, holding 2 small black cases.

———

You got to the wedding venue and said your hellos to the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Steve showed up with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, Buck, (y/n),” Steve said as you walked in.

“Hey, congrats again!” You hugged him before walking off to find Marie.

Bucky and Steve catch up until it was time to get ready. You found Marie in her dressing room alone. You walked inside, closing the door behind you before pulling her into a big hug.

“How are you doing?” She was nervous you could tell, all this wedding planning and walking down the aisle was getting to her.

“Hey, everything is going to go according to plan, your maid of honor is here.” You reassured her as you smiled. “Your big day is going to be amazing.” She smiled before pulling you into a hug.

“So let’s get you in your dress.” You said gesturing to her dress on the mannequin. You walked over to it, careful not to mess it up. “I know I was there when you picked out your dress, but your dress is gorgeous, Marie.”

“Thank you (y/n), maybe soon you’ll be doing what I’m doing,” Marie says cheerfully.

“I’m not so sure about that.” You said still looking at her dress.

“What do you mean?” She asked, coming closer to you, and turning you around.

“Marie, we can do this later, you have a wedding to get to.”

“No (y/n), what happened?” She was staring into your eyes, something she always did when she needed to get something out of you and it always worked.

“I think Bucky doesn’t want to get married.” Her eyes open wide at your statement.

“But he’s in love with you.”

“Not enough to marry me.” You say with a monotone voice.

“(y/n) I think you need to have a conversation with him about this. Have you actually talked about this with him?”

“No, because I didn’t want to be down on your big day. So we’re done talking about this. Time to get you in your dress.”

“(y/n)-“

“No. In the dress. Now.” You helped Marie into her dress and tied her up nicely. You got her veil and put the finishing touches on her outfit.

“And I said the dress was gorgeous? You make the dress look gorgeous.” She pulls you into a hug, smiling so big.

“I’m so glad you’re here (y/n).”

“I wouldn’t have dreamed of missing it.”

With perfect timing, there was a knock on the door. You opened it just a crack to see Bucky on the other side. “It’s almost time.” You ran to give Marie one last hug before leaving with him. He glanced over and saw your expression drop and it worried him a bit.

“(y/n), you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just want Marie to have the best day.” He nodded, not pushing any further.

Marie and Steve didn’t invite many people, so the attendance was very small. Marie had 3 bridesmaids and you, the maid of honor. Steve had 3 groomsmen and Bucky, the best man. Steve stood at the altar with the 3 bridesmaids and 3 groomsmen, along with the officiant. A big smile was painted on his face, he was about to marry the love of his life. He was so excited.

The venue was perfect and was exactly the way Marie would always tell you she wanted.

You wished this was in your future, but with Bucky, you weren’t sure. Someone gave you both the signal that it was your turn to walk down the aisle. You linked arms with Bucky and walked down the aisle, the door closing behind you. Reaching the altar you both went on your respective sides.

The big door then opened and there was Marie, her long floor length bedazzled white gown, shimmering as she walked down the aisle. Her bouquet is filled with her favorite flowers from childhood, sunflowers, and lilies. You glanced over at Steve and he was smiling so hard, his face could break. His eyes glistened with tears.

As she reached the altar, she handed her bouquet to you and the officiant began to talk about marriage. Then it was time for the vows, Steve and Marie wrote their own vows. They recited their vows and you were moved to tears. They were so in love, it was beautiful you thought to yourself.

Finally, they said their “I do’s” and kissed. The officiant pronounced them married and you handed her the bouquet before they walked back down the aisle, the bride and groom's party following.

After the ceremony, it was time for pictures and lots of them. Pictures with the bride, the bride's party, practically everyone. The wedding party went outside and began to take pictures. You were beginning to wonder when will it ever end.

“Is this the last picture?” You asked Marie after taking pictures for almost an hour.

“Yes (y/n), I promise.” She exclaimed, pulling you in for another picture.

After that picture, you went over to stand next to Bucky. “I’m so glad that was the last picture I’m starving.”

“I don’t see how someone could enjoy this.” He says, hands in his pockets, watching Marie and Steve take pictures.

“What? So making memories isn’t enjoyable?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were implying it.” Interrupting you both before this conversation could escalate, you saw everyone start to leave. It was time to go to the reception. On the way to the reception you and Bucky sat in silence, you were thinking about what he said. And him? He couldn’t wait to get done with this wedding stuff.

Once you got to where the reception was being held the wedding party got lined up for the bride and groom's big entrance. The groomsmen and bridesmaids went and did their dances before it was you and Bucky’s turn. You both put the things that were bothering you behind you for your best friend's big day and partied at the reception.

You and Bucky found your seats near the bride and groom's seats and cheered as they walked in. As they started to have their first dance you glanced over at Bucky and his face was so readable to you.

“So you’re just not having a good time?” You whispered angrily, close to his ear.

“The party is nice, I’m enjoying it.” He responded, still watching the bride and groom.

“I know you’re lying.”

“Why would I be lying?”

“Because you’ve been saying things about this wedding all day, Bucky. You don’t wanna be here.” You fumed, keeping a low voice so no one hears you.

“I just don’t like weddings (y/n).”

“What’s not to like? It's a beautiful ceremony.” Bucky shrugs and your heart drops more, “So you wouldn’t get married to me?” You said, now staring into his eyes.

“(y/n), where is this coming from?”

“So you were never going to ask me to marry you, that’s why you’ve never brought it up.” He stared at you with his mouth gaped open. That told you everything you needed to know.

He was about to speak but you beat him to it; “just forget it, Bucky, we’ll talk about it later.”

“No let's talk about it now since you’ve had such a problem with everything I’ve done today,” Bucky responded not letting the conversation go.

“Answer me this, do you or do you not, want to marry me.”

“Why are you this worked up over a sheet of paper?” Bucky asks defensively.

And at that very moment, that’s when you knew your relationship was over. His actions throughout the day showed you. He didn’t want to get married. That was never his plan. He didn’t see the significance of “some sheet of paper” like you did. You both want different futures, you wanted marriage, and that's something he couldn’t give you.

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Bravern ep 9 first impressions

this ep got stuff confirmed even as it raises more questions... sooo intrigued to know what happens next and how they're gonna wrap the story up in 3 eps!

spoilers under the cut

to nobody's surprise, Lewis Smith is Bravern. The Smith = Bravern theory had been going strong since ep 3, so it's nice to finally get a confirmation. And Bravern is technically an amalgamation of Smith and Cunnis, so you can bet the time/space powers are gonna come back in play later down the line (so far we've only explicitly seen Bravern traveling back to ep 1 to save Isami and the rest of the base). I wonder if Bravern's final act is gonna be giving Smith his human form back by manipulating space-time, or if Bravern is gonna stay a mech

What *was* surprising to me was the fact that Hiro (the guy who got blown up 7 times last ep????) was just. fine, only a bit banged up. give me back my tears!!! At least the guy who got warped to outer space seemed to stay dead. I'm glad named characters are fine, but it does feel a little cheap to undo their deaths with no explanation—

except. I did say Bravern has space-time powers, didn't I? Eagle-eyed Japanese fans have pointed out there are several events that seem slightly different between each time we see them (for example, Smith's turtle convo on the beach the night he found Lulu is different in ep 2 and ep 3). So... what if each episode is technically on a different timeline, and Bravern is save scumming to get the 'golden ending'? Like, if Bravern wasn't there in ep 1, it would've been game over for humanity, so Bravern went back in time to be there/fight alongside Isami; Lulu might've been used up by Superbia instead of being rescued in ep 2, so Bravern went back to make sure Superbia spits Lulu out and/or have Lulu be discovered by Smith etc etc. With this in mind, it's very possible that the timeline where Hiro was blown up just... didn't happen in this version of events, making Smith and that poor schmuck who got warped into space the only casualties of the battle with Cunnis. (And the injuries of the other Brave Knight members also seem different between last ep and this ep.)

onto other things: the gattai was awesome! (the fact that there's the plane to gattai with in the first place also makes me think we're in different timelines, but could've also just forgot about the plane) I also think its great how this episode's title drop is a direct contract to last episode's in terms of tone/mood—Smith's "yuuki bakuhatsu/Brave Bang" in ep 8 were his last words after performing a heroic sacrifice, and this ep's "Yuuki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern" signals a triumphant victory. Also Bravern = "brave burn" = yuuki bakuhatsu was so flippin awwsome! I do think Isami's change in attitude was kinda quick though, unless we're seeing a minor time jump/different timeline again...

I'm also excited to see where the Superbia-Lulu plot is going, and how that connects to the long-haired Lulu with a Superbia-esque pendant in the OP. I don't have enough info the guess whether the woman in the OP is a grown up Lulu, or Lulu from another timeline, or some other Lulu entirely.

I'm also waiting to see if we get more of Smith's past? We did get new information this ep, but it was not as sad/tearjerky as the director implied...? Maybe there's something sadder down the line, or maybe I'm just too heartless lmao

[eomayas]

fantasy • bbh

pairing: idol!baekhyun x f!reader

synopsis: 'she gon' get divorced off of it / cause she in the crowd screaming, getting hoarse off of it' lyrics from 'Warsaw' by Jack Harlow. OR, in which the reader is a big fan of baekhyuns, and her boyfriend can't handle it

genre: idol x fan au, fluff

warnings: readers boyfriend is mean and a big baby, reader is morally gray i guess.

a/n: doing everything but writing stories i've promised lmaoooo. this was stupid and i was gonna include smut, but decided against it. enjoy some bbh x fan tension and flirting

your voice is nearly gone from screaming his lyrics back to him, but you don’t even care. it’ll all be worth it in the end.

baekhyuns music, to you, is everything. you’ve been a fan the moment you heard his first single, and it’s been history ever since. you’ve been to many shows, always trying to go whenever you can, and they always end with you the same way: hoarse. your voice is always nearly gone before the show is even close to being over. again, it’s all worth it.

you scream when the song comes to a close, baekhyun standing at the mic and catching his breath. you feel like you’re put in a daze watching him under the bright lights, looking angelic while being covered in sweat as his chest heaves up and down. several thoughts filter through your mind as you stare at him, pupils dilating as he toys with the crowd by unbuttoning another button on his shirt.

you can’t help but scream like you’re one of the teenage girls in the crowd, though you’re a grown 23. a hand on the small of your back pulls you out of your head and daze, and you turn to your boyfriend who looks extremely displeased with your behavior. you shoot him an apologetic look and kiss him on the cheek before turning your attention back to the man of the hour.

it’s safe to say you’ve been babysitting all night. your boyfriend, josh, knew that you liked baekhyun well before you officially started dating. josh can deal with it, but even if he won’t admit it, he does get jealous when you talk about baekhyun in any capacity. it’s silly to you, because he’s just your celebrity crush, and you love josh.

but tonight, he’s being especially sensitive, arms folded over his chest, staring daggers at you and baekhyun. every time you scream, you can feel josh rolling his eyes and have to console him nearly every time.

you whoop as baekhyun pats himself dry with a towel, and you swear that he looks over at you—at least your section—and smiles. your heart drops to your ass, and you pray somebody behind you has their phone out to record, because if this is how you die… then you won’t be mad.

baekhyuns eyes linger on you, but he slides them over the audience just as quick. your brain flops around inside of your skull, you can barely think or breathe. you don’t know how you’ll survive meeting him after the show if you can’t deal with a smile from 50 feet away.

“is everybody having a good time?” he asks, looking about the arena. everybody screams—except for josh—and you force your voice to carry itself through the sea of high pitched wails. baekhyun giggles into the mic and mocks the screams from the audience, only making everybody scream louder. “ah, i’m glad you’re having fun—i am too.” baekhyun looks at your section again, and you swear he looks directly into your eyes again. you can only beam at him, whether you are imagining things, or they’re really happening.

beside you, josh shakes his head and refolds his arms over his chest. you glance at him and uncross them, letting them drop to his sides. josh, childishly, recrosses them and you scoff, rolling your eyes at his attitude. you told him you’d give his ticket to a friend if he couldn’t handle how you knew you were going to act. josh claimed he could handle it, didn’t mind it as long as you were happy. clearly, there were some blurred lines.

“for this next song, if you’re here with someone special, hold onto them real tight,” you look up st the stage just as the words leave baekhyuns lips, and again—you’re sure you’re not imagining things—he’s looking right at you and josh, eyes narrowed and all. you face flushes as a few people in your section turn around to look at you with confused expressions.

you don’t have time to even properly react until the opening chords of ‘stay up’ begin, and you’re transported right back into being a fan. josh doesn’t hold onto you like baekhyun told everybody in the audience to, and you don’t find room to care. you’re too entranced with baekhyun and his voice, the way he stands angelically at the mic.

tell me how you want it

tell me how you need it

a shiver runs down your spine as your eyes reconnect with baekhyuns as the suggestive lyrics slip through his sinful lips. he even has the nerve to wink at you, which sends your section into a frenzy and makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. josh is far lost on you, and you watch the rest of the performance in a haze.

the rest of the concert goes by in a blur once you remember that you’re going to get to meet him after the show. your voice is gone, and you try to save it by mouthing the words to his songs instead, but it’s hard to resist the urge to tell the lyrics with him.

josh pouts beside you the whole time, but you don’t let him spoil your mood, not even when he doesn’t share your excitement while you wait in line to meet baekhyun. you want him to be excited with you, and maybe you’d be like him if the roles were reversed, but you’d like him to at least act supportive.

the girls in front of you are lead through the curtain that takes them to the meet and greet room. you hear them squeal and start bouncing up and down on your toes, hands feeling shaky with excitement and overall nerves. “oh my god, i’m so nervous,” you say to josh. he glares down at you and your face falls, wishing he’d just be tiniest bit happy for you. “stop looking at me like that.”

“then stop freaking out!” he says, raising his voice a bit. you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest and flaring your nostrils. “and i can’t believe you’re dressed like this—he’s not your boyfriend, i am.” josh spits and you open your mouth, ready to fire something back but it dies in your throat. you knew you should’ve just given the ticket to your friend.

turning away from him, you bite the inside of your cheek and cross your arms over your exposed midriff, feeling extremely exposed. you once felt cute and sexy in your miniskirt, but now you feel stupid and like a try hard.

the curtain gets pulled back, and a security guard waves you through. you sigh, your stomach flipping for reasons that have nothing to do with baekhyun, and start walking forward. joshs footsteps echo behind you, and you wish he’d just stay outside and wait for you.

baekhyun waits in front of the backdrop, a smile on his face when you step through. your frown cracks, and you can’t help but beam back at him. “hi,” you say with a shy wave.

“hey! welcome,” he says, opening his arms for you to walk into. you expect to give him a side hug, but he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. your heart hammers against your chest and you miss him when he pulls back. “how are you?” he asks, peering down at you with soft eyes.

“good! really good,” you reply quickly. he glances behind you and you turn, having forgotten that josh followed you in.

“that your boyfriend?” he asks, grabbing a cd and signing his name on it.

“err, yeah,” you say. baekhyun looks up from the cd at you quizzically, a playful glint in his eye.

“you think he wants a picture?”

“no.”

“me neither—he doesn’t look to happy,” baekhyun admits. you glance back at josh again to see him looking up at the ceiling with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “what’s your name, beautiful?” he asks, hand hovering in midair over the cd.

your voice gets lost in your throat and you full body blush, your hands getting clammy. “y-y/n,” you stutter, blushing even deeper when he smiles at you.

“pretty name for a pretty girl. spell it for me?” he asks, eyes never leaving yours. you’re definitely not imagining it now, and you wonder if he flirts with everybody like this. you hope not.

you spell your name for him and he sets it on the side table. “the show was incredible, by the way,” you manage. baekhyun thanks you, a humble smile on his lips.

“thank you—i can tell you had fun,” he says, referring to your barely there voice. “you knew every word.” he notes, and okay, you simply can’t believe it. he was definitely not just looking at your section, but at you.

you giggle nervously and nod. “of course. i’ve been a fan for years,” you admit. baekhyun raises his eyebrows in surprise and thanks you again for supporting him. “i’m so glad you performed stay up—ive been waiting.” you add and he smirks at you.

“consider it a special gift, then,” he says and you feel your knees getting weak. “ready for our picture?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nod, and position yourself next to him in front of the backdrop.

baekhyun slings an arm over your shoulder easily, like it’s something he does often. you wrap yours around his middle and lean into him, smiling when the picture gets taken. “you want one more?” he asks, looking down at you. your heart skips a beat, seeing him this close.

“s-sure,” you say, and you wonder if he can feel the slight tremble in your body. he lets you choose the next pose, and you stand in front of him and wrap one of his arms over the front of you. baekhyun takes it upon himself to lean down and wrap his other arm around your middle, his cheek nearly pressed against your own.

the picture is taken and you’re nearly blinded from the flash and the fact that you think you may pass out because of the way he’s treating you and holding you. “thank you, y/n,” he says kindly, giving you another hug.

“no, thank you,” you say and he smiles.

“any time.”

the ride home, josh goes on and on about how your attitude was disrespectful towards him, how it’s not fair how you acted around baekhyun in front of him. you ask him if it would have been better if it was in private, and he yells again how you don’t care about him, or his feelings.

you can only roll your eyes and ignore him, flipping between the two photos that you took with baekhyun. the second one gives you butterflies because you two look very much like a couple. you decide to post that one on your instagram story, typing out ‘loml’ and tagging him before ignoring josh for the rest of the ride.

his yelling doesn’t stop, not even after you get back to your shared apartment and brush past him to your room. “y/n, i’m talking to you!”

“oh my god, please leave me alone, josh!” you shout back, wishing he’d gone in a different room. “like i get it, okay? i’m disrespectful and a whore—i get it.” josh sighs heavily through his nose and starts to open his mouth, but you shut the door quickly because you don’t want to hear whatever it is he’s going to complain about next.

he knocks a few times and you ignore it, sitting on your bed to take off your tall boots and give your feet a break. josh goes away after a couple of minutes and you sigh, flopping onto your back. you had a wonderful night that is souring because of your boyfriend. you don’t understand how one can be so insecure over somebody famous, but you take it as a partial compliment that he thinks you could pull baekhyun.

pulling your phone from your purse, your eyebrows shoot up when you see the amount of notifications you’re receiving from instagram. you quickly log into your phone and go to the app, nearly choking on your own saliva when you see that baekhyun shared your post to his story. there’s no text, other than a simple red heart emoji that makes your own, real, heart beat at a million miles a minute.

you sit up and notice that you have a dm notification, and you’re afraid that your heart may be too weak to handle it when you see baekhyuns account at the very top. your fingers shake as you click on the message.

byunbaekhyun: it was nice meeting you! 😘

y_n: oh my god y_n: it was nice meeting you too! oh my god!!

byunbaekhyun: lol! byunbaekhyun: i really dont do this often, but there’s an after party at a club downtown. you’re welcome to come if you want :)

your jaw falls open, nothing coming out. you didn’t expect him to answer you, and you really didn’t expect this. you’ve only ever dreamed about something like this happening, but now you can’t believe that is really is.

y_n: is this a joke?

nervously, you chew on your thumbnail, feeling theres cameras surrounding you and somebody is going to pop out of nowhere and tell you that you're being pranked.

byunbaekhyun: haha no! byunbaekhyun: feel free to bring your boyfriend.

at the mention of josh, you sober. if he wants to be upset about something, then maybe you'll really give him something to be upset about. this isn't something that happens everyday.

y_n: ill be there

twenty minutes later, you're shakily stepping out of an uber and nervously walking up to the bouncer like baekhyun told you to. he said he put your name on a list, and that all you have to do is tell him who you're here for, and you'll get in.

"excuse me, ma'am, back of the line," he says, without as much as a second glance your way.

"oh, um, i'm actually on the list—i'm here with baekhyun," you say, telling him your name quickly after. he gives you a look and flips over the VIP list. upon finding your name, he snorts and shakes his head, unclipping the rope and nodding at you to go inside. you thank him quietly and step inside the noisy club, ducking out of passing peoples way. you look around, not really sure where to go until you see a set of stairs with another bouncer standing in front of them. he's much nicer when you tell him your name, and walk up on shaky legs.

baekhyun stands near the railing that over looks the club, with a few of his friends and a drink in his hand. you glance around, feeling extremely out of place and in the need of a drink. you spot a waitress walking around with a tray of shots, and steal one from her and down it in seconds. liquid courage.

you decide to walk up to baekhyun, feeling the tiniest bit better after a shot of liquor, but still nervous nonetheless. you tap him on the shoulder and he turns around, a surprised smile on his face when he sees you. "you came!" he says, a smile forming on his lips. you nod, grateful for the dark club lighting so he cant see you blush again. "no boyfriend?" he asks.

"nope," baekhyun nods and looks away as a satisfied smile crosses his lips.

"bummer."

you shrug, not believing him for one second. "he would've thrown a fit, so," you add. baekhyun raises an eyebrow and you shrug again.

"i take it he's not a fan."

"not at all."

baekhyun smirks again and steps closer to you, making you swallow a newly formed lump in your throat. "he doesn't know you're here, huh?" you shake your head again, no real thoughts going through. baekhyun suggests doing something that'll piss josh off more, like taking more photos; ones where he is kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. and of course you nod, because its baekhyun, and josh is probably going to break up with you, so you might as well make it worth it.

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we set the table and met Mhok and Day. Mhok is a mechanic down on his luck because of his legal troubles, who is looking for work to take care of himself and keep his deceased sister's beloved vehicle. Despite his past, he's trying to stay away from trouble. Day is a national level badminton player coping with rapid vision loss, whose family is looking for a caretaker for him. Day was amused by Mhok's attitude when he barged into the interview and suggested they hire him. After initial resistance, Mhok decided to take the job after a second encounter.

Y'all should have been more explicit about the dress code for Mhok, though it is amusing to consider that his style of dress in the house only matters for the family.

8 to 6 six days a week??? WTF

I'm glad Mhok is pleased with his salary because this is basically all he's going to do.

The entire scene of Mhok looking around Day's room is fantastic. It lets the audience learn a little about Day, but we also learned about Mhok because we see what catches his attention. Mhok is so tactile and literally sticks his hand in the fish tank, but touching and rearranging things in a blind person's room is going to cause frustration.

Mhok tossed a cigarette in their yard! That's a good character detail.

I'm with Day. I don't like the smell of cigarettes wafted off someone.

I really like Porjai. I said this last time, but I like how their relationship feels behind them that she can discuss it so casually, even if Mhok doesn't get her lesson.

Aon had so much personality. I am charmed. I love the handshake he has with Day. Whatever Day is working through, I'm glad he has a friend.

Closing the door on Mhok was good comedy.

Unsurprised that Day selected Mhok as a way to make his mom give up on a caretaker.

Ah, the show is continuing to connect the experiences. Mhok's perceived reputation is being presented as similar to Day being considered invalid.

I like day taking Day's expectations as a challenge.

Of course Day needed help and Mhok has to take off his shirt to not smell like smoke. We even go to see him crawl around from behind. Oh, BL, never change, except in the ways I demand of you.

Yes, touch his tiddies so we know they're real.

I wonder how the eye drops help to give him limited improved vision.

Yes, Mhok, make him help you save his fish. We got him out of his room!

Oh, they were having fun, but it seems they haven't disclosed his condition and Night brought friends over.

Curious if they follow up on that terse declaration later for Mhok to give up his eyes. I hope not!

Oh no. Rung flashback. Trigger warning for suicide aftermath.

Yeah, that seems about right for Mhok. Also glad this show is doing nonsexual nudity. Anyone required to care for another person is going to have to be engaged with someone beyond what others might consider polite boundaries.

Porjai jumped to fix this quick!

Oh, I really like that the gift is goldfish slippers. We can feel assured this is something Mhok picked out.

I may be gay, but Namtam looks so goddamn good in this show.

Omg Mhok is trying to understand how Day has to do tasks while wearing a shirt that says FART PROUDLY.

There he goes joking about Mhok's body again.

They just dumped the fish into the tank?? Are they trying to shock and kill it???

Ope. Said the name in the preview. Finish your drink!

This is working for me so far. I'm enjoying a straightforward premise being taken seriously. Really appreciating the lack of slapstick about the situation and dynamics.

[euphoricsunflowers]

i’ve talked about it before but like body writing with cheol >>>> cheol is so babygirl and i’m glad people recognize that because the moment you’re like “you’re mine,” he’s giggling blushing and kicking his feet. if you’re particularly jealous one night and you’re having sex and he makes a snarky comment like “i’m not yours, don’t belong to anyone,” best believe that attitude drops real quick when you pin him down (even if he’s stronger than you he’ll let you overpower him) and write anything that’s remotely possessive or degrading. ideally both. something like “y/n’s little whore” or “stupid slut” ideally you also draw little hearts around whatever you write. he would probably never but he thinks about getting it tattooed and it makes his cock twitch <3

[wildsupernova]

oh, brother.

summary: after a trip to indianapolis, steve starts a long distance relationship with the lead singer of a band performing at a popular grunge bar. little does he know he’s actually dating his best friend’s sister.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: vulgar language, insinuations of sex

authors note

i’m gonna be honest with you guys, this is kind of a shitpost chapter just so i can put something out while i work on more serious stuff lol. i don’t really know how i feel about it but hey, i think it’s pretty funny, so enjoy.

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Steve had no idea Eddie had a sister until he started dating her.

Looking back on it, it should have been obvious. Despite minute physical differences in appearance, they were practically the same person; same attitude, same likes and dislikes, same sarcastic looks and semi-annoying attitude. Eddie had talked about her once or twice, never really knowing enough about her to share any useful information. All he’d ever said was that his uncle told him he had a sister he’d never met. 

Steve had only met her on a roadtrip to Indianapolis with Robin. It was an impromptu trip to mark Robin’s last summer before college (even though she was only enrolled in community college a half hour away), with Robin claiming she wanted to enjoy her ‘last few days of freedom.’ They’d already spent the first half of the week with the rest of the group, so when Robin suggested she and Steve pack a few things and spend the weekend in Indianapolis, Steve was quick to fill his bags and grab his keys. 

They’d been itching for something to do since driving into town, dropping their bags off in their cheap motel rooms and aimlessly driving around town to find something to do. They’d seen a few small paper signs taped to light posts about a concert going on in the basement of some grunge bar, deciding it was about the only thing they could find that wasn’t closed at 10 pm on a Thursday. After a 15 minute drive through downtown Indianapolis in an effort to find a place, they finally pulled into the dark parking lot behind the building and made their way down the ramp to the basement. 

The basement was probably no wider than the basement of Steve’s house, packed from wall to wall with teens and young adults that were drunk, high, or both. A small stage sat against the wall across from the bar, a few stage lights hanging from the ceiling and a black curtain cutting off the stage from whatever laid behind it. The band’s equipment sat on the stage; a drumset, an electric bass, a guitar. The bright purple guitar sitting next to the microphone stand reminded Steve a lot of Eddie’s, making a mental note to tell Eddie about this place next time he tagged along.

Steve and Robin didn’t know how long they had been standing there before the stage lights kicked on, the second hand high and alcohol all mixing together thanks to a bar that didn’t card and a smoke circle going on in one of the far corners. Anyone else from Hawkins might have had a heart attack seeing it, but Steve was just glad nobody had started popping pills or snorting lines; he’d been to far too many parties with those kinds of people. 

Steve, deciding to spend the night sober considering he was the one that had to drive the two of them back to the motel, was on Robin babysitting duty, despite the fact that he was doing a really shitty job of it; she’d already found her home with one of the other girls in the venue, drink in hand and distant look in her eyes. When he went over to make sure she was alright, the other girl assured him she was sober and Robin was in good hands, so he decided to let her have her fun for the night and mingle amongst the crowd.

As soon as the curtain on the back of the stage opened, the crowd started to go wild, sending out whistles and cheers at the performers that began to fill the stage. He hadn’t seen the name of the band on the sign, nor was it anywhere in the venue, so he didn’t know what to expect. This wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, only coming to places like this whenever Eddie landed a gig or wanted to get loose for the night. He decided to just stand to the back of the crowd and watch as the band set up, eyes never leaving the stage as the last band member came through the curtains. 

You were probably one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, basked in the red and blue stage lights shimmering a few feet above you. The black leather skirt you wore covered very little, so short it was a wonder it covered anything at all. A white t-shirt covered in colorful paint splatters was tucked into it, covered by a leather jacket littered with patches, doodles, and pins. The fishnet tights that adorned your legs were ripped in various places and disappeared under the tops of thick black combat boots, with a belt loosely hanging around your waist that tied everything together. Your maroon painted lips curled up in a confident smile, and you winked at Steve as the two of you locked eyes. 

He was hardly able to focus on anything except you, taking note of the way your eyes closed when you got particularly into your performance, or the way your black painted nails shimmered in the light as your delicate hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar. He drowned in your cover of Pat Benatar’s Heartbreaker, and let every note flow through him and cover him like the smoke floating around his head. 45 minutes later and the set was over, much to his dismay, and he sighed as he watched you walk back through the black curtains behind you.

Fully prepared to leave and never see you again, he went on his search to find Robin, finding her engaged in a heated game of drunk Rock-Paper-Scissors with the group of girls she’d found a home with at the beginning of the night. Steve, deciding to let her be, decided to take a seat at the bar, nursing a Coke to pass the time.

“Quite the show out there tonight. The usual?” The bartender, a thin blonde woman wearing the most extravagant goth makeup Steve had ever seen, spoke to someone behind Steve’s back as she dried out one of the glasses. The woman she was speaking to sat down in the barstool next to Steve’s, leaning her top half on the bartop.

“You know me better than anyone.” The bartender nodded and smiled in response, setting off on getting you your drink. Steve glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes but didn’t say anything, much to your disappointment. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something to me all night. Figured you’d at least come a little closer to the stage.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He saw you swivel the barstool towards him, legs crossed and leaning one arm against the bar. 

“Pretty face like yours could never be a bother.” Steve felt the redness rush to his cheeks. “First time here?”

“Is it that obvious?” You laughed.

“Let's just say you don’t exactly look like one of the regulars here.” You thanked the bartender as she put your drink down in front of you, a red concoction of alcohol he didn’t know. You took a sip, barely flinching at what had to be heavy liquor based on the vodka bottle he’d seen the bartender pick up earlier. “Where are you from?”

“Hawkins. A couple hours away from here.”

“I’ve got family there, an uncle and a brother. Never been to a place like that, not really my thing. What brings you to Indianapolis?”  

You and Steve shared small talk for what had to have been an hour, based on how far the hands of Steve’s watch had moved, but neither of you were in a rush for the conversation to end. The conversation had quickly become flirty, a tone initiated by you, and the next thing Steve knew he was driving you back to his motel room. 

He spent the rest of the weekend traveling around Indianapolis with you, spending time at parks, restaurants, practically anywhere that provided any sort of entertainment. When he left to drive back from Hawkins, you exchanged numbers and vowed to stay in touch, and before either you knew it, you were embroiled in a 3 month long long-distance relationship. Robin often made fun of Steve for driving to Indianapolis a few times a month just to see you, but he simply ignored it and kept his usual routine. 

He was ecstatic when you called him and said you were coming down to Hawkins for a few weeks to see family, planning out everywhere he could take you in town (which really limited his options, but he was being optimistic). He really should have connected the dots when Eddie had mentioned his sister from Indianapolis was coming down to Hawkins to meet him and his uncle, but he was too clouded by hormones and his own stupidity to see the signs. 

Now here he was, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables in Eddie’s trailer park, patiently waiting for Eddie’s sister to show up. Eddie had been begging Steve and the rest of the group to meet her ever since he heard she was coming down, barely giving them a choice. Steve had been engaged in a conversation with Robin when the car pulled up, Eddie rushing forward to greet the driver. Steve froze when the door opened and she stepped out. 

“So, naturally, I said- hey, dingus, you still with me?” Robin slapped his arm to try and get his attention, and when she followed his line of sight, she practically cackled like an evil witch. 

Because you were standing there a few feet away, hugging the long lost brother you had met only a few days ago. Your brother. One of Steve’s best friends. Steve was dating his best friend’s sister. 

Oh god. 

He slapped Robin upside the head to get her to shut up, shooting down the barrage of questions now being fired at him from Nancy and Jonathan. He tried to stay casual when the two of you walked over, but the moment the two of you locked eyes, both of you went red as a tomato. 

“Steve?”

“Hey, Y/n.” Eddie’s head ping ponged back and forth between the two of you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Robin got up from her seat and hid the ear to ear grin on her face, tossing her empty beer can in the trash.

“I am going to go get another beer before this shit storm hits. Good luck, you two.” She held up a salute as she walked back towards the trailer. You cleared your throat, putting on the most innocent smile you could muster.

“You know that guy I was telling you about over the phone? The one I met at the bar?” Eddie still didn’t connect the dots, only looking at you with a confused expression. “Eddie, that guy was, no is, Steve.”

The words hung in the air for a second, the silence far more deafening than anything Eddie was going to say. Nancy covered her mouth in an effort to hide the laugh threatening to slip from between her lips. Jonathan’s lips were pursed to stop from smiling, and Steve could see Robin peering out from around the corner of the trailer to watch from a safe distance. When Eddie finally registered it, he clenched his fists and took a breath. 

“WHAT?” The next five minutes were a shit show. Nancy finally let out the laugh she’d been holding in, Jonathan let himself snicker and smile. Steve only sat there and flushed red as Eddie threw a variety of particularly vulgar words at him, yourself trying to hold him back and prevent anything from turning into a physical confrontation. Eventually, you dragged him back to the trailer, shutting the door behind you to shut him off from the group and calm him down. Robin came back laughing, fresh beer in hand. 

“Oh god, what are the odds?”

“I cannot believe that she’s the girl you kept talking about! You call her everyday, how did you not know?” Nancy wiped the tears from her eyes, shaking her head.

“He hasn’t just been calling her everyday, he drives there every other weekend to fuck her, too.”

“Robin! Come on, you’re just making it worse.” He held his head in his hands, trying to hide the red flush on his face. “How was I supposed to know? When she talked about her brother that lived in Hawkins I never thought she was talking about Eddie!”

“Yes, because it’s so difficult to figure out when Eddie also kept talking about his sister from Indianapolis.” Robin rolled her eyes. Steve sat there for a second and sighed.

“Wow, I am an idiot.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it.”

A few moments later, he heard the door of Eddie’s trailer open and then slam shut, looking up to see Eddie stalking towards him, red in the face. He braced himself for something along the lines of a punch, but Eddie only pressed a finger to his chest.

“You do anything to her and I swear to god, I’ll kill you.” Steve only offered a nervous nod in response, watching as Eddie sighed and shook his head. You appeared behind him, biting your bottom lip. “God, I need a drink.” 

When Eddie left, you approached Steve, letting out a relieved sigh and a smile.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. 

“Hi.” You shoved your hands in your pants pockets, rocking back and forth nervously. “If I’d known, I would have told you. I told Eddie he couldn’t blame you, since he never even told you my name. And I guess since I never told you his.”

“Well, let’s just hope the awkwardness has faded.” The two of you shared a laugh, and then fell into introductions and re-introductions with the rest of the group sitting at the table. Despite a few sideways glances from Eddie, the rest of the afternoon went smoothly, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were relishing in the feeling of family.

And hey, at least you wouldn’t have to go through the awkwardness of introducing Steve to your family, considering he already knew them.

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 17: Muddy Waters

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, grouchy Kayce, murder confessions

* Word count: 4,381ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Well folks, here we are at the end of season 1! I’m so glad you’ve stuck around this long. I know I’m excited to get to season 2! Things start to get tricky soon! A little rocky too. I wanted to get one extra of these posted (I have a lot queued still) to bring y’all some entertainment and give me some motivation flow! I hope you all continue to enjoy! Also please don’t be shy to send me asks with your favorite parts or something that happened that you screamed about or need to scream about. I would love to scream with you lol. 🤓

Also fun fact, this was the third chapter I ever wrote for this story. I didn’t write them in order lmao.

The noise in the bunkhouse was deafening. The gang was playing their nightly poker, and it got rowdy as always. Especially with Avery involved. On any given day Stella didn’t mind the cacophony. She grew up around it. The volume of the bunkhouse was comforting. Home.

Today on the other hand it was overwhelming. She laid in the bunk she always nabbed, trying to read. She couldn’t get comfortable and she definitely wasn’t able to stay focused. Letting out a frustrated breath she dropped the book in her hands to the mattress.

“It seems like the attitude is hitting more than just Kayce lately,” Jake mentioned in her direction from across the house. Ryan looked between them from underneath his eyebrows to gauge how aggressive his little sister was about to be. He didn’t want to jump in unless needed.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Jake.” She paused as she sat up and the realization hit her that he mentioned Kayce. “Wait Kayce’s home again?” She stood up to walk toward the table.

Ryan nodded. “Yeah. He’s been home since the other day.”

Stella weighed the tone her brother used. There appeared to be something else there that wasn’t being said. With everything that’s happened recently, it didn’t sound like a good thing. She raised an eyebrow. “Like home, home?”

Her brother gave her a look. “At least for the time being, yes.”

She came up in between Ryan and Lloyd. “Does anyone know where he’s at?”

Lloyd offered, “Well the last place I saw him was in the barn. After that, I’m not sure.”

“He was definitely sour today, Stellee. I would probably wait,” Ryan warned her.

Stella was already putting her forest green Carhartt on to go in search of her best friend. “If there’s anything I’m good at, Ry, it’s being an ear. I’ll be just fine.” Grouchy Kayce didn’t scare her. She just wanted to help her best friend. She patted Ryan’s shoulder and made her way out the door.

When it closed behind her, everything went still. She closed her eyes and let her shoulders drop with a deep breath. One of the many things she and Kayce shared was the desperate need for tranquility. It gave just a brief moment of respite from the chaos. No matter if that chaos was internal or external. No manufactured noise, no rushing. Just the sound of the wind and the beat of a heart that slowed to match the breeze.

Stella figured she would start in the barn and work her way around. She had a nagging feeling he wasn’t far, but he also wasn’t close either. She heard a wolf howl in the distance behind her. If she had to go out further, she would keep that in mind. Ryan could be pissed about it later.

She rolled her eyes at the quick thought about her brother. Ryan could be such a mother hen. Yes, he was solely responsible for her. Had been since they left home when Stella was 11. She wasn’t 11 anymore, however. He could loosen the reins a little bit. She knew it was just because he cared and they were the last people they had. She just wanted him to see that he had taught her a lot about standing on her own and that she had gotten pretty good at it.

When she opened the door to the barn there were small chuffs and greetings from the horses she walked past. Mainly it was because it was later in the evening and they were trying to figure out who the hell was in their barn. She giggled quietly to herself. The audacity she had to wake them up from their post-dinner sleep.

Stella looked in all the usual hiding places she and Kayce had accumulated over the years, but no such luck. She wandered over to her lovely Abigail. Ryan had gotten her as a two year old for Stella when she turned 16. John had graciously let her keep Abigail at the ranch. Of course she worked hard to keep her there, but John was still kind enough to let her stay. The lively 12-year-old mare was as fierce as they come. Especially when it came to Stella. Kayce had helped Stella break her in. The rest between the girl and her horse was history.

“Hey beautiful baby.” Stella reached out to pet her muzzle. Abigail nudged her gently back. She went in to hug her quickly and looked next door at Kayce’s horse.

She said to both animals, “So he hasn’t gone far, I take it?” She took only a moment to form a thought, and asked the animals, “You wouldn’t happen to remember which way he went, would you?” She rubbed Abigail’s neck and laughed to herself. Kayce couldn’t make the search easy, and she wouldn’t have expected anything less.

She turned out the lights in the barn and came to stand out in the quiet. If she couldn’t directly find him, she would let nature tell her where to go. She heard a wolf howl off in the distance to her right again which was in between the foreman’s house and the bunkhouse. She heard some fluttering of night birds to her left toward the big house. There was a little grove of tall, but bushy pines that blocked the view of the foreman’s house. Kayce was there. He had to be. It’s where she would have chosen to go on foot if she was looking to be by herself and partially secluded.

Making her way to the tree line, she heard a wolf howl again. This time closer. To her intuition, that meant she was going in the right direction, but it also put her on edge. She was by herself, no assurance that Kayce was actually in here other than a hunch, and had no weapon or self defense. Now she understood why Ryan was still over protective. She could be so forgetful. She would have to tell Rip in the morning that wolves were close by.

With her shoulders squared and a deep breath to give her courage, she crossed the tree line and made her way to the most central point. The furthest spot away from everything. She listened closely to the twigs that cracked and the pine needles that crunched under her feet; making note of anything that sounded dangerous. She breathed shallowly. The air came out in little puffs between her lips making it feel like she could hear better.

Sitting there on a downed tree in a little clearing was Kayce. She let herself breathe a bit more normally. She stopped to look at her best friend and her eyebrows pulled together and her face dropped. He looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. As if the god Atlas had handed over the mantle to him.

Her lips pursed. “Hey cowboy.” He whipped around at the sudden intrusion of her soft voice. He immediately relaxed when he saw it was Stella and stood to meet her. He wrapped her in a hug. She always loved getting hugs from him, but this one felt different.

“Kayce, what’s wrong?” She squeezed him tight and stepped back to get a better look at him holding onto his arms. His eyes looked swollen from what she could see in the dark.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine, I promise.”

She scoffed. “You’re not okay, my dude.”

“Yes, I am, Stella.” Kayce sighed loudly. He sounded stuffy.

“Yeah, sure you are.” She scrunched up her face and huffed. “You’re lying to me. Why?”

“Because it’s not your job to be worried about me.”

“That’s rude as hell considering I’ve worried about you for 13 years straight. For every second of every day because I know you and your reckless abandon. It’s my job to be worried about you because if I don’t, you won't.” She crossed her arms indignantly. “Only myself or your wife will.”

He got defensive. “You should just go back to the house. Not everyone wants you to be up their ass all the time.”

Stella’s eyes squinted as her eyebrows pulled together at his attitude. Her brother hadn’t been lying when he said Kayce was irritable today. “I was coming to say hi and check on you, but if you wanna be a jackass about it, fine. Come find me when you pull your head out of your ass, Kayce.” She shook her head, muttered, ‘unbelievable,’ as she walked back the way she came.

Stella was almost to the line of trees that went back into the wooded area from the little clearing when she just barely heard, “Monica left me.”

“I’m sorry, what.” It wasn’t even a question. A flat tone of shock held her voice as she whipped around.

“Monica left me. She said she didn’t think it was safe for her or Tate. Didn’t think I was safe for her or Tate.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She ran to him and gripped him tightly again. “Shit you know what I mean, but what the fuck.” She fixed her glasses. It was quiet between them for a few minutes. Neither of them really knew what to say. Stella was gobsmacked, and it was very safe to assume Kayce was blindsided. Kayce was probably the second person, after her brother, that she felt completely safe with. She couldn’t understand Monica’s logic.

She now felt bad that she had bit back at him so hard. He had taken his anger out on her, sure. But she also wouldn’t let the subject drop. ‘Takes two to tango.’

“Do you wanna go on a night ride?” She inquired quietly. It was her peace offering. They both had been asses, but they could fix it this way. She hoped. She looked down at the ground and pushed through the pine needles and dirt with her foot. She slid her glasses up her nose and brought her head up to avoid them sliding down as fast.

While Stella looked anywhere but at him, Kayce studied her. She had put her hands in her back pockets. Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, as usual, and some shorter strands fell into her face. She was wearing her dark green jacket, the one he had gotten her for her 17th birthday.

He knew he had been a jerk. He hadn’t meant to take it out on her. She was just trying to do what Stella did best. Help. Even with the acidity he had thrown at her. Here she was. Still standing by his side in all her loyal glory. He had always been able to count on her to be somewhere in the wings. Lee hadn’t been joking when he said where there was one, the other wasn’t far to follow.

Stella finally looked up at him and he was reminded of the first time her wild eyes met his. At that time, he was 16. He wanted to be anywhere but stuck with some random 14 year old girl he didn’t know. He had wanted to purposely annoy her to see just how much fire actually lived behind those eyes. Little did he know, she would become a major constant in his life.

He felt like they were those kids again. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

The pair raced to the barn and hurried to tack up as fast as possible, laughing and giggling all the way. They flew out of the barn. They galloped off toward the river that ran through one of the pastures and into the park. Kayce and Tank had gotten the drop on Stella and Abigail. The good thing about that was that she had held Abigail back for about three quarters of the way.

“Don’t hold back girl, cut those boys off.” Stella leaned forward and felt Abigail unleash her legs beneath her. Slowly but surely they were coming on their opponents. She was almost worried that Kayce was holding Tank back. That would be just like him.

“Don’t you dare try and dirty cheat me out, Kayce!” She shouted as they raced by. Stella could see the river just up ahead. She pushed her mare faster, trying to cut off the last few hundred feet. Kayce and Tank came running up beside them.

“No!” Stella refused to tie. “Hell no! I met the bank first, you shit head!”

“You’re such a sore loser, Stell.” They both hopped down and Stella was ready for a fake war. With her shoulders squared, she stalked forward.

“I’ll show you a sore loser, cowboy!” She went to swipe for his hat, but Kayce ducked and weaved around her. He grabbed her around the waist and spun her.

“Kayce stop, I’m gonna vomit!” He slowed to a stop after a few spins.

He squeezed his fingertips on her hips, “Do you give?” His voice was husky behind her ear.

Stella cleared her throat. “For now. But my girl and I still won.” She gave him a quick jab with her elbow while turning around. She stuck her tongue out as she backed away from him to put space between them. He swatted at her with one of his reins and she squealed, and ran back to Abigail. She adjusted her glasses and laughed.

“So are we gonna be here for a while?”

“Maybe?” Kayce wasn’t too sure himself.

“Okay well I’m gonna take her saddle off for now.” She broke down the saddle and leaned it against the base of a nearby tree. She let Abigail stand ground tied. She watched Kayce as he finished breaking down Tank. It was just like old times when they would run away for the night and come to this spot. Especially when things got to be too much. She smiled affectionately at the memories. Stella could see the weight was still there on his shoulders, but he seemed lighter. This was hopefully just the thing he needed right now.

Stella heard the rushing of the river. Deciding to go sit at the edge of the bank, she sat and breathed in deep. The mountain air would always and forever bring her peace.

“Hey, Kace, come sit.” Stella said softly. Kayce sat his saddle down against the same tree as Stella’s and walked over. “Pop a squat.” Stella patted the ground next to her. He took the invitation and plopped next to her with a groan. “Those bones are gettin’ old, huh?”

“Stella…,” he sighed, “shut the hell up.”

She laughed. “Oh you love me Kayce. What would you do without me?”

“Probably crash and burn.” The mood became heavy. Stella knew that without Monica or herself, his hotheaded devil may care ways and rocky relationship with his father, surely would have run him into the ground by now.

The air got still. The only thing to be heard was the late night forest noises, their horses, and the river. They leaned toward each other letting their shoulders touch. Instantly they both relaxed. Stella’s head leaned toward his shoulder as a pillow. It was a comfort thing. They had done it since they were young. The pair always seemed to make physical contact somehow at some point.

She thought back to when she had first met Kayce. The wild eyed young buck that had absolutely no fear in him.

Rip led Ryan and Stella out to the stables to get his horse from Lloyd. Stella couldn’t come along for the work day, but thankfully Rip and Lee had a babysitter in mind.

Rip glanced at their new wrangler. “Ryan, say goodbye to your sister. She’s going with Kayce for the day.” Rip moved to stand off to the side as Lee brought Kayce around into the stables.

“Kayce, Stella. Stella, Kayce.” Lee introduced quickly. He had a lot of shit to do today, and he hoped these two would stay out of trouble.

“You’re both on barn and feeding duty today.” He looked to both of them as he grabbed his horse, “Kayce knows the ropes. He’ll lead you straight. Isn’t that right Kayce?” He gave his little brother a sharp look. Kayce nodded and watched as his big brother wandered off.

He huffed and turned back around to face the girl he had been stuck with. She was currently petting one of the horses that wasn’t being used today. Her brown hair was in a messy bun, and her side swept bangs were continuously getting stuck behind her glasses.

“Alright petting zoo time is over. Come on.” He walked by her. She screwed up her face behind his back. She was confused as to who he was talking to like that. Since she didn’t fully know where things were, she decided to pick that battle for later. She needed him to show her things.

“Okay so the list board is here,” he pointed haphazardly at the cork board, “everything you’ll need to muck and water is in this room here next to the tack room,” he moved over to the next door on the opposite side, “and this is the feed room. You got any experience with feeding?”

“I mean, yeah. Some. Not much though.” Stella shrugged, “I’m will– ,” Kayce interrupted her.

“Okay well I’ll take care of that. Don’t need any of our horses dying because then I would never hear the end of it.”

“If you would let me finish,” she sighed, “I’m willing to learn the schedule and the amounts here. If you’ll show me.”

“I don’t have the time to show you that. I gotta go do the outside stuff. Then I’ll come back and feed the inside horses.” He left through a side door.

Her face flattened, if she were a mare her ears would have pinned. She muttered, ‘unbelievable,’ to herself.

Stella was brought back to the present by a gentle nudge from Kayce. She glanced over at him with a questioning look.

“Where’d you go?” Kayce inquired quietly.

She hummed a soft laugh. “Sorry I was thinking about when we first met. How we kinda hated each other. Who would have thought we’d be best friends not long after?”

“Oh yeah. I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t want to have to babysit a girl who knew nothing about ranch life.”

“I knew about ranch life. Just not your ranch in particular. You would have only had to babysit me for a few days before I got the full hang of it. I at least had the horse part down.” Stella giggled, “but out of spite, I made you have to keep an eye out for me longer.”

“Wait, you did that on purpose?”

“Maybe?” She wanted to back track, but she had already come this far. “Okay yes. I did. But in my defense I also wanted you to be my friend. You were the only one in the same age bracket. Everyone else was older.”

“I would have done that regardless, sugar.” Her chest tightened at his use of the old nickname.

“Sugar? Damn it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that one cowboy.”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to just be.”

“You’ve had a lot going on. Between meeting your —,” she stopped herself short, “joining and leaving the military, becoming a father. I wanted to respect that.” Stella breathed. “It was bad enough that I came to live with you for like almost a year.” She chuckled.

Stella turned to face him a little better, but leaned back. “Wait, are you trying to say you missed me?” He smiled like she’s only ever seen him smile a handful of times. He looked down. He was bashful. She smiled wide.

“Kayce John,” she started poking his arm, “you missed me! And you’re bashful! What the actual hell? There's gonna be snowfall by tomorrow.”

“Nevermind you asshole.” He gently shoved her hand away and started to stand. He wasn’t actually mad. He was just embarrassed.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry Kayce. Please don’t leave.” She reached out and grabbed his hand. He pulled her up and wrapped her in a gentle hug to give her a noogie.

Stella squealed, “no Kayce no!” She fought her way out of the hug. She pushed and shoved until he gave in and let her spin away. She moved her glasses as the world stopped spinning. Her eyes focused on him again.

“You remember those awful bangs?”

“Kayce shut the fuck up.” They both broke out into loud belly laughs. She had loved those bangs… for about a week. “Why do you think I let them grow out?”

“I think we’re both glad you did.”

Stella swatted at him from a distance, “Now who's being the asshole?”

It went quiet between them. Kayce turned and faced the water. Stella chewed her lip. She wanted to ask about the situation, but she also didn’t want to pry without his permission.

Without missing a beat and while he still faced away from her, Kayce said, “Go ahead, Stella. I know you want to ask.”

“So…,” she started, “What exactly happened? What made her think you, of all people, weren’t safe?”

“You remember what happened with Lee and the cattle?”

“Oh you mean that giant shit storm that gave me several panic attacks and grey hairs about what I was coming home to? Yeah. What about it?”

“I was there, between Lee and Robert.”

“Monica’s brother, Robert?”

“Yeah.” The air was heavy. Kayce wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to her that he had been the one who had killed his brother’s killer.

“What is it, Kayce?”

Kayce sighed and paced along the river bank. She could tell he was contemplating a lot all at once. Stella knew he must be overwhelmed to the max. He was getting more and more agitated the longer he went back and forth.

“Hey, stop and look at me.” She got closer to him. He stopped, but his breathing was labored like a caged mountain lion. “Kayce, you can tell me. I’m your Huckleberry, remember?”

Kayce took his time and really surveyed her. He needed to know if he could really trust her. Yes, he understood he could trust her with his horse, with his truck. He knew he could trust her with the life of his child. But killing a person? His wife’s brother? That was a completely different ball park of trust. Hell, he hadn’t even technically told his wife until today.

“Stella, please don’t get angry when I ask this. Can I 100 percent trust that what I tell you stays between us and this river bank?”

“Kayce. My god. You’re acting like you killed someone. Yes. You can trust me. Who am I gonna tell?”

He suddenly became very serious. His voice was low and didn’t waver. “No Stella. Can I trust you to not say anything? To anyone.”

Her shoulders dropped and her eyebrows pulled together. “Yes Kayce. You can trust me. When have I ever given you any doubt?”

He breathed and remained quiet. She had never given him any kind of doubt. About her friendship, her intentions, nothing. His jaw clenched as he decided whether or not to make the ice cold plunge. It was one that he may or may not be able to come back from in her eyes.

“I don’t wanna lose you too.” He said in a small quiet voice.

“Kayce, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make me leave. I might take a lap around the ranch, but I won’t leave.”

“I killed Robert after he killed Lee.” Kayce said it so quickly, she almost missed it. Her jaw dropped open with a snap as she looked up at him. “He shot Lee, and Lee was bleeding out, and I just–,” Stella started to be able to hear the unshed tears wavering in his voice as he cut himself off. A wave of nausea hit her at the thought that Robert killed Lee. She couldn’t help but feel like that had potentially been on purpose. She knew Kayce’s brother-in-law wasn’t fond of Lee. Or Kayce for that matter.

The blood rushed through her ears and melded with the sound of the river. Her vision unfocused on the moving water in front of them. Her mouth remained open, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as it could. She couldn’t believe what she heard. She couldn’t believe it, but on the contrary, she could. She knew that if it had been Ryan and her, she would have done the same thing and vice versa.

“Stella, please say something. Anything.”

She looked up at Kayce and made direct eye contact. Her jaw was still open. Her mouth started to move, trying to find words to say, but she struggled to find them. She struggled to even find sound.

“Fuck.” She whispered. “What are you and Monica gonna do? What are you gonna do? What if the cops catch wind? What if–,” Kayce interrupted her diarrhea mouth.

He put his hands on her shoulders. “We’ve already taken care of the what ifs.” He faced away from her again. He was almost ashamed he dropped this on her, for her to carry. “As for me and Monica? You know, I don’t really know. I’m flying by the seat of my pants here.”

Stella watched Kayce face the river. It was like he was begging for answers from the running water. She frowned. Her heart hurt for her best friend. She wished she could give him the answers he searched for. This was a little out of her wheelhouse. She reached out to him and placed her hand between his shoulder blades and rubbed gently. He leaned closer to her. She could tell that he was trying to ground himself. She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Kayce. I’ll help you with anything you need.” He put his arm around her shoulder and brought her closer. He kissed her head. She turned and put a hand on his chest as reassurance. “I’ll help you figure this out.”

Kayce sighed. “We should probably head back.” He stayed silent for a few minutes. “Thank you for not running.”

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Kinktober Day 23: Free Use

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Words: 2,570

Warnings: free use, threesome, degradation, PIV, oral sex (m receiving), a little bit of gagging, cock warming, sub!reader, dom!gwil, dom!ben, some spanking, fingering, a little bit of too quick penetration, possessive kink, implied bondage, implied somnophilia,

A/N: I guess this fits in the Taking Control verse. I wrote a sequel to it last kinktober so...heres another? Although apparently im allergic to writing another dom reader in this series ksfjksfksjdksjdksjd

Gwil was the first to arrive. Hardly surprising since he was always more punctual than Ben. Besides, it had been his idea to make the bet in the first place, of course he’d want to claim his prize before Ben did. Ben hadn’t even realised you were serious about it at first, although he was quick to side with Gwil once he had. So, when Gwil pressed your doorbell nearly fifteen minutes early, shopping bag of snacks for a movie marathon at his side, all you could do was sigh and let him in.   “You excited?” He asked, emptying a bag of crisps into a bowel. “For the movie night? Sure. What’s not to be excited for.” Gwil ignored your feigned stupidity, “Judging by your outfit you are.” You glanced down at your dress, and then back at Gwil impertinently “Well I was going to wear jeans but, as you so helpfully reminded me, you require easy access.” Gwil laughed, “I hope you get this attitude under control before Ben gets here. We won after all, we expect you to be gracious about it.” “If you’re trying to call me a sore loser you’re wrong.” “Not sore yet but after a week of being our free use fuck toy you will be, I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, point is, I am kind of excited about this. I think it’ll be fun actually. We’ll probably need to discuss logistics at some point though. Like, I know you’ll probably stay over tonight but what about the rest of the week? Are you going to come here looking for me whenever you want a nice hole to get off in? Or am I expected to drop everything and come to you when you call? I don’t think either of us were thinking of that when we made the bet, but it’ll be fun to figure out I’m sure.” Gwil blinked, a little taken aback that you’d thought about it so much, or at least that you’d admitted you were excited, “Oh. yeah, I’m sure we’ll work that out. But I’m glad you’re as keen as I am.” “Doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for it though.” Gwil snorted, the sincerity of a moment before disappearing, and glanced at the clock, “Well, Ben’ll be here soon and I think I should get it in at least once before then. So,” he clicked and then started working on getting his pants undone, “Bend over.” You let out a huff as if you had better things to do, always ready to push his buttons, but complied, bracing yourself on the kitchen bench so Gwil could flip up your skirt. He inhaled sharply as he realised you weren’t wearing any panties.   “Easy access,” you reminded him.   “Good girl.” he ran his fingers along your already wet slit, “I knew you were excited.” You didn’t bother to say he shouldn’t be surprised since you’d already told him as much. It didn’t seem important when his fingers were parting your lips, exploring your cunt. You pressed back against his hand and he chuckled to himself.  

Gwil didn’t waste too much time on foreplay. He stretched you a little on his fingers but his determination to finish in you before Ben arrived meant he was quick to press his tip against your hole.   You hissed at the stretch, just shy of a sting.   “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” he grunted, “By the end of the week we won’t need to finger you at all” He stilled for a moment, seeming to be just enjoying the feeling of your cunt, his hands roaming over your sides and around to your breasts, “You’ll be so easy to fuck, full of cum and dripping wet from being our whore.” You whined, pitching forward at he suddenly thrust, pushing himself deeper.   Gwil lay a slap to your arse as he thrust again, “Stay still, I’m trying to enjoy my cunt.” His possessive words sent a shiver through you. The idea that you would essentially belong to Gwil and Ben for the next week made your head spin, and you moaned as Gwil settled into a steady pace. It must have turned Gwil on just as much, the idea of owning your body and all the potential things he and Ben could do with you, because he came rather quicker than normal. You could have found his enthusiasm much hotter if he’d made any attempt to get you off too but when, after he’d pulled out, you pouted about not getting any relief, he’d just laughed.   “That’s not really my concern. Your pleasure was never part of the agreement, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll manage at least a few orgasms just from how frequently we’ll be fucking you, but your purpose this week is just to take our cocks whenever we feel like giving them to you. If you’re lucky one of us will get a craving for cunt and eat you out until you cry.” All you could do was whimper and pout and hope that he didn’t mean it.   “Careful Y/N. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll get hard again, you know I love it when you beg.” “I’m not begging.” He made a derisive little snort. “You’re such a prick. Next time we make a bet I’ll win and then I’ll have two free use cocks to play with.” “Ben’d enjoy that I’m sure, but I won’t be losing.” Before you could respond, the doorbell rang.   Gwil grabbed the bowl of crisps, grinning, “Speak of the devil. You go let him in, I’ll choose a movie,” he instructed, slapping your ass lightly as he left the kitchen. “Prick!” you called after him as he headed out to the couch, but it was playfully meant and he just laughed.  

“What’s he done now?” Ben asked as soon as you opened the door, clearly having heard your comment to Gwil.   “Oh nothing, you know how he gets when I let him dom.” Ben laughed and followed you inside, “How many times has he fucked you since he arrived?” “Just the once.” “You sound disappointed,” “Only because,” you raised your voice a little so Gwil would hear, “he’s getting old and can’t last as long.” “Don’t listen to her.” Gwil said holding out the crisps to both of you, “She’s just salty that a free use toy doesn’t always get to cum. Anyway, movies ready to go.” Ben swung his backpack off his shoulder, opened it, and pulled out a pack of beers, “Drinks are sorted.” He collapsed onto the couch and began undoing his fly, “and I’ve been looking forward to this for days Y/N.” “Which hole sir?” you asked, readily falling into sub mode for Ben. He was too sweet to get the bratty behaviour you reserved for Gwil.   “Mouth,” he said after a moment's thought.   You dropped to your knees eagerly, shuffling forward until you were between his knees.   “He gets a sir and I don’t?” Gwil huffed. You just shrugged and offered him a quick smile before you bent over to spit on Ben’s cock. Ben let out a breath like he was finally relaxing as you took him in your hand, pumping his shaft. He opened his beer, took a handful of crisps and asked Gwil how is week had been. You focused on his cock, almost salivating with how keen you were to taste him again. He was stiffening against your palm so you leant over him and drew your tongue around his head a few times, pleased when you elicited an audible reaction. He gasped and his free hand landed in your hair, pushing you down closer to his cock.   With a quiet chuckle to yourself you let him guide you, taking his tip between your lips. It was a familiar sensation and you let yourself fall into a rhythm you knew Ben liked, slowly bobbing up and down on his length as you adjusted and took more of him. But, before you’d even managed to get more than a couple of inches down, Ben halted you. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he interrupted his conversation with Gwil to murmur a quiet instruction for you to still.   “No, no, Y/N. I just want you to warm me for now. I’m trying to talk to Gwil and you’re very distracting.” And with that, his attention was elsewhere, Gwil continuing whatever story he’d started telling.   Instantly you were hyper aware of the weight of Ben’s cock resting on your tongue and the slick pooling between your legs. You’d already been wet and horny from being fucked over the kitchen counter. Sucking Ben off wouldn’t have given you that relief but it would have helped. You liked being submissive and pleasing your boys, you liked knowing you could make them feel that good. But now you weren’t even getting that second hand pleasure that a successful blowjob would have given you. All you had to think about was the cock in your mouth – the feel of it, the scent, the taste – and the growing need to cum.  

Ben made you wait for what felt like an eternity. In the time you were knelt between his knees, cock in your mouth, waiting, Ben and Gwil successfully covered all the most important bits of the previous week, and some of the more mundane bits too. They’d started the movie, continuing to talk as it played, sometimes with relevant information about the film and sometimes just other stuff they remembered. You had begun to whimper. Saliva had filled your mouth and eventually spilled over, running down your chin and over Ben’s shaft. You’d gagged once or twice, the sensation of him resting on your tongue combined with the excess spit just uncomfortable enough to cause the reaction. Both he and Gwil had shushed you when you did though, as though you were intentionally interrupting them. Though they hadn’t minded so much when you’d moaned after listening to them discussing how nice it was to own an obedient set of holes. They were planning how to use you, debating different ideas, working out a fare way for them both to get their share. And you’d been so turned on by the whole thing – the physical position you were in, the way they talked as if you weren’t in the room, the possessive language they used, and the reminder that they’d torment you for days on end – that you’d had no choice but to moan wetly around Ben’s cock. It all made you feel so ridiculously submissive. But, if you’d thought that their delight at your sounds would be enough to make Ben actually fuck your mouth, you were wrong. He made you wait just long enough that you’d begun to worry he wouldn’t ever let you blow him. But finally, he pressed against your head and you gratefully sank lower. It made you twice as enthusiastic as you would have been otherwise, determined to prove your gratitude and obedience. They still shushed you whenever you gagged though, so you had to be careful about taking too much at once. It all made your head spin and you found yourself squirming in place, trying to get some stimulation to your cunt. Ben didn’t pay any attention to that though, and neither did Gwil. Not until after Ben had held you down as he came.  

You swallowed his cum and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.   “She’s a right mess now,” Ben had laughed, tucking his spent cock away for the time being.   “Up here, whore,” Gwil said, tapping his lap, “I want a better look.   You nodded, all desire to be bratty to him gone, and did as he asked, blushing slightly when you realised you were wet enough to darken the fabric of his pants where you rested. He examined you, holding your cheeks between his fingers so he could see where cum and spit had run over your face, where tears had smudged your makeup, where your hair had been pulled out of place. You were nearly panting, trying to resist the urge to grind against the tent in his pants. When Gwil seems satisfied with your generally messy appearance, he manoeuvred you around, telling you to watch the movie as he spread your legs with firm hands. But you could barely pay attention, whining as he teased your cunt, touching you lightly.   “Quiet.” he warned, shoving three fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them and whimpered around them.   “Fuck, if I wasn’t hard before I am now. Perfect little fucktoy, making it so easy for us to use her. She’s practically dripping.” He laughed, to Ben. But he said softly against your ear, “Need your cunt again.” before pushing you off him so he could get his dick out once more.   “Please Sir,” you whined as he pulled you back, his cock splitting you open again. “Quiet or we’ll stop using your cunt.” He warned, slapping his palm over your mouth, “fuck yourself, go on.” You nodded and began to move on his cock, the balls of your feet pressing hard against the floor so you could raise yourself up, your breathing inhibited slightly by the way he was covering your face. “Good girl, there you go.” Gwil cooed, reaching around to pull your breasts out of your dress.  

For the rest of the movie you were passed from lap to lap. Once Gwil had cum again, Ben decided it was only fair he should get to feel your cunt too, forcing you to kneel on the floor so he could take you from behind. You’d almost forgotten how into domming you Ben could get, but the way he grabbed your arse cheeks as he railed into you, occasionally laying a harsh spank for fun, was a good reminder. And, as much as Gwil might have wanted to keep you denied, you did manage a couple of good orgasms. Ben was the first to give you one, always a little softer than Gwil was, but you moaned so loud and so much and thanked him so profusely that Gwil couldn’t let himself be out done. His competitive side came out and he forced another orgasm from you with his fingers as he left marks along your throat and shoulder as if to claim you or at least claim the title of most dominant. The credits of the movie took you by surprise as you came down from that orgasm.   “What now?” you panted, not sure whether they planned to keep going with the movie marathon charade or if they had anything more specific planned out.   “Well, there are more movies,” Gwil suggested.   “But she’s such a distraction,” Ben countered, sounding almost like he was reading a bad script, “I barely know what we just watched.” “Hmm....” Gwil rubbed his chin in thought, giving you a quick wink just to confirm your suspicions that they had a plan, “We could tie her to the bed and whenever we wanted to, go in and fuck one of her holes.” Ben grinned as he watched your expression, “Oh I like that. Think she does too.” “Of course she does. She’s probably hoping we stay the night and keep our cocks warm in her while she sleeps.” “Maybe we should then.”

[ariesbilly]

What makes you say Billy is an introvert? Super curious about that!

So glad you asked!

Truth is, we really don’t know billys baseline personality because his screentime is either a) putting on a show b) hating his entire life for being forced to move to a shithole town c) possessed

So

Really you can say whatever you want about the guy 😔

BUT

To me, he reads as very introverted based on his more casual interactions. Like when he’s dropping off max at the arcade and slouched hella low in his seat lmao that scene combined with his attitude with (I swear her name is Vicky but fuck if I know what this show is doing with side character names) and how he literally could not care about her (which… could also be because of the Gay), the only person/interaction he actively takes interest in is Steve. He stays at home to work out when he could like… go to a gym. Meet up with tommy and whoever at a park and play some ball or whatever. I mean for someone who likes to show off that seems like a pretty reasonable option

I just get the sense that billy at his core prefers to be alone and his battery drains pretty quick when he’s gotta turn it up to 11 to impress everyone and interact with a crowd.

Like… does he like attention? Yes. But is it all a performance? Also yes

Think of how many singers and actors can put on a hell of a show for a crowd but in their personal lives they’re very quiet and keep to themselves and don’t like being around people

That’s billy to me